#ikaris x female!reader

[cdragons]

"La Vie En Rose" - Ikaris x Eternal!Reader

Summary: You and Ikaris are finally ready to take a big step in your relationship. The two of you hare details about yourselves to really show how much you two have loved one another throughout your entire existence and since the failed Emergence.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+, very heavy smut in the beginning, loss of virginity, Persephone!Reader/Sephia is demisexual, spoilers, talk of WW2 and its aftermath, mention of suicide, Druig and Kaety are mentioned, almost character death, author tries to talk about music but has no musical background

Author's Notes: I think this might be the longest Ikaris oneshot ever on Tumblr, with a whopping 9.2k word count. For context, I would go to this masterlist, and read the very first post. I would like to thank Grammarly for making sure I don't write like a hill-billy. A huge thanks to @ethereal-athalia for her help. A lot of these ideas could not have been done without her input. I hope y'all have a wonderful Valentine's Day! I also plan to make a Valentine's Day for Druig x Hecate!Reader

Inside the Ritz’s Suite Chopin in Paris, clothes were sprawled across the room. Your dress had pooled on the ground where Ikaris zipped it off you as soon as the door closed. His suit jacket and tie had been removed before you two entered the room. Despite how frantic your movements may have seemed on the outside, you and your lover knew that this moment had been long overdue.

The blue rings in his eyes thinned as his pupils widened at the sight of your strapless bra with its matching lacy cheeky-cut underwear and garter belt. After you ripped his dress shirt and buttons flew across the room, you marveled at the mass of muscle and heavenly skin by softly revering his body with your touch.

You traced every scar and line on his body as if handling a priceless painting. Ikaris sharply hissed at the feeling of your feather touch ghosting over his body. He responded by lifting you in his arms and wrapping your legs above his hips while he kept a firm grip on your soft, ample bottom. He felt your muscles tense before relaxing, and your body melted into his embrace as if the two of you were bodies were born to be together.

“I love you,” he whispered with each kiss he pressed on your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ikaris,” you panted, “don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”

Trailing kisses down your neck, your lover never took his lips off yours as he carried you across the living room to the boudoir covered with pomegranate flowers. Laying your body gently on the goose feather duvets, Ikaris stood utterly captivated by how your hair framed your face like an ethereal halo.

The sight was nothing short of heavenly.

The luminosity of the moonlight shining through the overhead window gave your form a celestial glow. Your divine figure, added with the contrast of colors from the blossoms on the stark bedspread, made him wonder if this was all a wonderful dream instead of his cruel reality.

Sensing his fear that you were only an illusion, you sat up and took Ikaris’ hand from his side to press a gentle kiss on his palm.

“Ikaris, I am here. I am with you. We are together – now and forever, forever and always.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, your immortal paramour felt a mountainous burden topple down as the relief of knowing this moment was not a figment of his imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tears welled up in his iridescent blue irises.

Ikaris brought his other hand to cup your other cheek before lowering himself to plant a feathery kiss on your forehead. He closed his eyes – savoring the feel of your skin on his lips as he tried to memorize the scent of your hair with the fragrance of the pomegranate flowers surrounding you.

“Ikaris,” you softly begged, “please kiss me.”

And who was he to refuse such a sweet request?

Pressing his lips to yours, Ikaris felt you lower yourself until your back was fully pressed against the bedspreads underneath them. No matter how much his lungs clenched for air, he refused to part for even a breath of air. But you softly pushed him back. Ikaris opened his eyes – prepared to ask if you needed to stop. But he stopped himself at the sight of your lust-filled eyes with the blush on the apple of your cheeks. You reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks of your brassiere before removing the rest of your undergarments.

Time slowed down frame by frame as Ikaris watched you further reveal yourself to him. A part of your hair fell forward to cover your breasts as you lowered your head and fixated on your gaze on the silky scarlet petal of the flower you rubbed between your fingers. Scars and marks dotted your body from battles between deviants in the past. Ikaris knew he was the only man you let see so much.

You sighed as you couldn’t help but feel like shrinking into the shadows as he stared.

“I don’t…I know I’m not as pretty as most of the women you’ve slept with. My body is a bit…, and I’m not as willowy and lovely as Kaety or Sersi. Even Thena is so beautiful and strong. My hips have a weird dip and –” You felt like crying for ruining the moment. “I’m making this so awkward – I’m so sorry.”

Ikaris quietly sat across you for a moment. Then he tipped your chin, and you were forced to look at his stern expression but heated gaze.

“Sephia, your body…it’s lovely. There isn’t a woman or creature more beautiful than you.”

You scoffed inelegantly, but Ikaris shook his head.

“I’m serious. Sephia, I – everything about you is so mind-bogglingly wonderous and beautiful. I have thought so since we first met on the Domo. Who could possibly have given you the idea otherwise?”

You leaned into his chest and let out a deep sigh. “It was no one in particular. I just noticed that men continually gawked at my chest whenever we settled into a new location. They would always stare when I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, when they were drunk, they would tug on my dress and comment that I was either too big or too small. It’s why I preferred to wear their clothing. I thought I attracted too much attention from my Olympian Attire, so I hoped to be noticed less in their garbs. I tried telling Ajak, but she told me not to pay attention to their actions since they were only curious. But it didn’t stop until I told Kaety.”

Hearing your explanation, Ikaris’ hold on you tightened. Once more, he was in your friend’s debt. How dare those lowly men cause you so much strife? Had he known of your troubles, he would have ensured that those fools feared for their lives. But he knew if you were aware of his thoughts, it would only push you away – so he remained quiet.

Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on both of your cheeks and whispered to you how honored he was for this moment. His hands caressed your thighs, and he had your legs straddled on his hips as he made sure you were comfortable on his lap. He let you take the lead by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and groaned at the feeling of you pressing his chest against your bare bust.

The way he moaned your name made your stomach clench. “Sephia. Thank you. I will show you how beautiful to me– tonight and every night from now on if you’ll permit me.”

You nodded your head against the crook of his neck. You didn’t trust your voice to convey your love for the man with you tonight.

But Ikaris needed more. “Say it, Sephia. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want us to continue.”

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to show your trust. “I want you to continue.”

Bringing you in for a heated kiss, Ikaris and you explored each other’s bodies with your hands as your lips were locked in a familiar embrace. He then trails kisses down your chin and travels down your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was beating against the confines of your rib cage as you panted for air.

Ikaris used one hand to cup one of your flushed breasts covered in love bites and kisses. On the other, he put his mouth on your puckered nipple and swirled his tongue around the areola.

You slowly rocked your hips and whispered for more. “Ikaris, Ikaris, Ikaris – more, more, please.”

Your body was his paradise, and you were his angel. Everything about you – the perfume of your skin, the silky luster of your hair, the addictive scent of your arousal – it was both all too much and never enough.

Switching breasts to continue his services, Ikaris wondered if he could get you to cum without directly touching you down there. He felt emboldened by the challenge with the breathless praises spilling from your lips that were swollen and red from his kisses.

He traveled down to your navel while continuing to trace his tongue and lips across your skin until he stopped at your navel. Dipping his tongue into your navel region, your initial reaction was a giggle, but then he used both of his hands to reach for your abandoned mounds to massage them. The rough calluses on his fingers gave way to new sensations unbeknownst to you, making your laughter change to moans.

Arching your back, you called out his name with your sweet voice. “Ikaris- Ikaris! It’s too…it’s too much!”

As you arched your back, you pushed your chest further into his hands. He tendered cupped them before giving them a hard squeeze and then used his fingers to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging them brought tears to your eyes as the pleasure from the attention he granted to your bosom with the swirling of his tongue in your navel.

The feel of Ikaris’ hot tongue contrasting with the cooling spit from his saliva only added to your rapture. You felt your stomach tighten into an invisible coil as you clawed and grasped onto the bed covers to ground you. The coil became tighter and tighter until your lips started to tremble as your core clenched around nothing, and your mouth opened to let out no noise as your vision went white. Your body squirmed, and you clamped your legs to unsuccessfully quell the sensations.

Ikaris’ mouth traveled down to your nether lips as he removed his hands from your breasts to spread your legs and put them over his shoulders. Although the sight of the Eternals’ strongest fighter between your legs was certainly an arousing view, you couldn't contain snorting at the absurdity of it all.

Your cerulean-eyed beloved raised a quizzical brow to showcase his offended feelings.

“And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing right now, flower?” he asked in a monotone voice.

“I’m sorry-” you couldn’t stop laughing “-I’m so sorry – I just never imagined being in this situation with you – with anyone.”

He gave you a flat look for you to continue.

You went on with your explanation. “For so long, I have never felt this way. You- you aren’t the first person I’ve been with – romantically, at least – but I could never feel myself wanting to go further. It always felt like something was stopping me. For so long, I thought something was wrong with me. And then, after talking with Kaety and Phastos, I thought I might be asexual. But it hadn’t been until those moments we spent in the field outside the village that I- I felt a bond transform from friendship to what I didn’t realize to be love to- to this.”

You stopped laughing and lifted your torso on one elbow to reach him. You cupped his face with one hand, and Ikaris nuzzled his face into your palm – welcoming the feel of your silky touch. In your eyes, there was enough love to make the world outside this room disappear.

“I haven’t felt this way for anyone but you. It was such an unexpected surprise, but I wasn’t scared. I think it was because- well, despite everything, I never felt unsafe around you. Ikaris, the years I spent with you after Thanos’ Snap and before the Emergence were some of the happiest years of my life. I don’t think there are words to describe how much I love you.”

It was only when you stroked your thumb on his cheek that Ikaris realized he was crying. As Ajak’s most trusted and loyal soldier, he had an image of stability to maintain. Before his suicide attempt in flying to the sun, he could count the number of times he cried throughout his life on one hand.

The first was when a deviant managed almost to sever his spine. The pain was so terrible. It took the efforts of Ajak and Kaetlyn to stop him from bleeding out and close the gash, but not without a garish scar across his back.

The second was when you left him and what remained of the team after Kaetlyn and Druig left in response to the genocide of Tenochtitlan citizens from Spanish conquistadors. He was hurt and felt betrayed. He called you weak and naïve to believe that you, Kaet, and Druig had better judgment than Arishem for humanity’s future. While your leaving broke his heart, his sobbing resulted from the pained look on your face from his words. He cried for three days after your departure.

The third time was after he killed Ajak. It broke his heart to kill the one he admired and followed for so long. She wanted to stop the Emergence and stop Arishem’s Grand Design of the birth of a new Celestial. But to do so was to condemn you to a slow and painful death, and Ajak knew that. The Avengers destroyed your regained health when they brought back the rest of humanity.

Ikaris knew that destroying the planet you loved so much would have brought you more pain than your illness, but it was humanity that weakened you so much from the beginning. If the Emergence must occur, Ikaris was sure he could ask Ajak to convince Arishem to allow him to keep his memories. If he had, he would have been able to love you from the beginning of everyone’s rebirth.

But he failed, and it nearly cost him you and your sister. The memory Druig implanted in his mind would haunt him forever. It was so unnatural to see Kaety so lifeless, so cold. The sight and Aisling’s screams with Laoise’s cries made it worse.

The fourth was when he stood before Sersi as her frame kneeled atop Tiamut’s emerging body. You lay unconscious as you allowed your new leader to use your cosmic energy to kill the infant Celestial but also to use your body as a medium to use the Celestial’s infinite amount of cosmic energy to revitalize the Earth. Standing in front of his sister as she kneeled next to your body, Sersi was ready to accept her death at her brother’s hand. But Ikaris could not steel his resolve to aim his heat vision at her heart.

He could not kill his sister – not when she was the one person he could ever love as much as he does you. She was the only person who trusted more than anyone in the world. She knew all his secrets and was the first to realize his love for you.

Just as Kaetlyn was your sister, Sersi was his. And so all he could do was let himself be used to destroy Tiamut, give one final goodbye to his sister, and give you one final kiss before he flew to the sun.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts. “Ikaris? Are you all right?”

“Yes, flower,” he answered with a smile. “Thank you.”

“‘Thank you?’ Whatever for?” Your confused expression was so utterly adorable.

“Everything, I suppose,” he said while shrugging. “Sephia, you said you never imagined making love to anyone for thousands of years. But for me, it was all I could think about with you. As I said that night on the balcony, ‘I was made to love you.’ And I will say these words and show you how much I mean them for however long you permit me.”

Your heart sang out to his at his sweet words. You reached to pull him down for a kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Ikaris, will you make love to me?”

“Yes,” came his immediate answer. “But first, I must prepare you.”

“Has that not been what you’ve been doing so far?”

Your immortal worshiper gave you a lascivious grin in response. “My petal, this had only been the beginning.”

Your hands clenched his hair in a feeble attempt to get him to ease Ikaris’ feasting. But all your actions brought were him spreading your legs further apart. The feeling of his tongue flitting over your clit as he drove fingers to furiously thrust inside your cervix to the point of making you weep in ecstasy.

It started with one, then it became two. Soon, he added the third, and the pain from the stretch quickly drove you to a state of nymphomania. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, and it was far more intense than its predecessor. You felt your body spasm for a little bit before relaxing into the mattress as Ikaris languidly stroked your walls to carry out your climax for as long as possible.

This wasn’t the first time he had eaten you out, but it was the first time he could do so without interruptions.

As your essence spilled on his tongue, Ikaris let out an obtusely loud, close-mouthed groan, and its vibrations added to your overstimulation. Your body’s nectar was ambrosia worthy to be tasted only by gods. It was addictive enough for an Eternal such as himself to get drunk on it and crave its taste for all eternity.

He removed himself from the bed before frantically unbuckling his belt and stripping himself of his black slacks and boxer briefs. The way his shaft sprung out and its head hit Ikaris’ naval region made your eyes widen. It must have been around eight inches long, and the sight of it made you unconsciously clamp your legs close. It was pulsing dark pink with veins running along its length, and its head looked so swollen and red that it neared to purplish hue with a pearly white bead of precum leaking out.

You’ve seen corpses and anatomical diagrams. Kaety was the more explicit one out of the two of you. She had no qualms sharing even the most graphic details of Druig’s…thing.

But this was the first time you saw it in person, and you didn’t realize men could be so…big.

“Does it hurt…being like that?” you hesitantly asked as you reached forward to touch it. But he softly grasped your hand from getting too close.

Ikaris chuckled at your innocence. “It doesn’t hurt per se, but it is very sensitive. And if you touch it, I cannot promise you that I will last long enough to enjoy it.”

Kneeling on the bed, he carefully grabbed his length and positioned it just outside your soaking womanhood.

He cupped your cheek and brought your eyes to him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Don’t think about me. Do you want this?”

Looking into his eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming sea of love that was his beautiful blue eyes. You admit you still felt a twinge of fear. But more than fear, more than lust and desire, you felt safe. What you shared with Ikaris was more than how you ever hoped to feel with someone. It was real – what you shared with this man was true and went beyond physical attraction. Your bond with him had only grown stronger since his return; nothing would ever change that.

“I’m ready,” you whispered as you felt the increasing rate of your heartbeat. “I love you, Ikaris. With all of me.”

He positioned his cock until its head had just entered you. You sharply sucked in a breath.

“I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Take a deep breath if you need to. I won’t move until you feel like you’ve adjusted to it. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. I promise.”

“I know,” you replied. “I trust you.”

He gently pushed himself inside you inch-by-inch. The stretch of your walls around his manhood was almost painful. He was halfway inside you when you asked him to pause with two thin trails of tears running down your eyes.

“I just -” you gasped, “- I just need a minute.”

Ikaris softly stroked your cheek before catching a tear under your eye. “It’s okay. Take all the time you need.”

When you nodded to show you were ready, Ikaris continued to insert himself inside you until he fully bottomed out slowly. When he reached his hilt, he let out a mighty groan and husky rasp as you took a sharp and loud intake of breath. Despite how well-lubricated you were, the stretching of your cervix to accommodate his size was more than you expected. Thankfully, your lover did not move for the sake of you being able to adjust to the feel of him inside your tight walls.

Ikaris propped himself on one of his elbows as he hovered above you. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his moans, but the feeling of him being swallowed by your warmth was more euphoric than he could ever dream it to be. He lowered his head enough to kiss away the tears from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered so sweetly. “This discomfort will pass, my love. I will not move until you are ready.”

Thank the stars he prepped you earlier. If he hadn’t, you weren’t sure you would have been able to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It was the strangest sensation. You felt so full – as evidenced by the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach – but the fullness was almost comforting.

It was evidence that you and your love joined bodies and became one.

You slowly wrapped your legs around Ikaris’ waist. Despite the discomfort, you wanted to feel as close and connected to the beautiful man hovering above you as possible. Soon, the pain lessened to a sting, and it dulled further before shifting to pleasure. It was not long before you craved the friction from Ikaris’ shaft moving inside you and slowly began grinding your hips against him to ease the ache inside you.

Ikaris could feel the fluttering of your cervix and your walls becoming more slick from your increasing arousal. Feeling your hips moving against him, he couldn’t stop the teasing leer at your squirming and the soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

“Does it feel good? I wonder how it would feel if I did this–” he pushed his hips to give a shallow thrust and reveled at the way your back was so beautifully arched.

Your cries were no longer laced with pain but adorned with shock from the unexpected pleasure.

“Oh? You like that?” he chuckled in smug amusement. “Fuck, your body is so responsive. You have no idea how much your sweet cries add to my ego.”

“I-Ikaris!” you stammered as you frantically moved your hips. “Please!”

“Please what, my flower?” he teased. “You know I can’t do anything until you provide explicit instructions.”

You wailed in frustration. “You know what I mean, you cruel man! I-I need you to m-move! I want to feel everything! PLEASE!”

Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Ikaris gave you precisely what you wanted by giving hard, powerful drives. The squelch of your folds from each thrust was downright sinful and caused you to cry out his name. The slapping of his hips against your thighs, coupled with his gruff grunts and your high-pitched mewls, made for the most erotic symphony.

You felt so embarrassed by your reactions, but there was no use in holding back your reactions. You put your arm over your eyes to maintain some semblance of dignity, but Ikaris pinned it down to the side of your head. You opened your eyes to see if your lover was as out of control as you.

You were shocked to see how nearly black his eyes were, with almost no evidence of his lapis-lazuli irises. His lips had a thin, wet sheen of film covering them, and his hair was wholly tousled and unkempt from his usual militant style – a result of you running your fingers through it and yanking it.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cover your face,” he rasped. “I’ve waited for this moment for seven thousand years. All those years of watching those men stare at you with lustful eyes – every soldier, king, even fucking Thor. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it – what right did I have to do so? But tonight- tonight, I ensure that you will never want anyone else but me.”

You shook your head. “No…only you- I only want you, Ikaris. I swear!”

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed. “You feel so perfect – gripping me so tight. Do you feel as good as I do, my flower? Can you feel how I was made for you? As you were made for me? Can you feel how greedy your cunt is for me – I fit so perfectly inside you.”

The euphoria between you two reached such a crescendo that your bodies were frantically rocking against each other at an erratic tempo. You reached forward to cling onto his shoulders as you brought him in a close embrace. The only thing that mattered to you was the man above you and the love overflowing between you. The only thing that mattered to Ikaris was the feeling of you under him and knowing this wasn’t a dream.

The rest of the world disappeared, and the noise from the festivities of the City of Lights became white noise. The only sounds you could register in your lust-hazy mind were Ikaris’ hoarse groans and hushed gasps. The only sounds Ikaris could hear while in his bliss-intoxicated state were your breathless whimpers and sharp cries.

The two of you looked less like the gods humanity regaled in myths and legends and more akin to wild beasts. The sight of your legs tightly wrapped around Ikaris’ waist and the vulgar rings of the slapping of skin from him pounding into you was sinful. The feel of your full and soft breasts rubbing against his hard pecs only heightened the pleasure.

The familiar coil in your stomach returned, and its intensity was reaching a point of almost unbearable pleasure. All you could do was continue to cling to your lover with your nails dragging down his back as he continued to slam into you. Ikaris cursed under his breath at the feeling of your nails scraping long red marks on the skin of his back. He felt your walls start to tighten to show that you were reaching your peak. He increased his tempo to a relentless pace as he felt your walls continue to grip him.

With his newfound vigor, you became all the more aware of how he dragged each and every inch of his cock in and out of you. Your cunt wept at the way his new pace made you stretch even wider to accommodate for all of him. His rough patch of curls around the base of his cock hitting your swollen clit made your mind go blank.

“Ikaris!” you wailed. “Slow – slow down! I think – I think I’m going to – oh, FUCK!”

“Let go, Sephia,” Ikaris grunted. “I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock. I want to feel your walls creaming around me as your womb begs for my cum to fill so much that it leaks.”

Refusing to part from you, he snaked his arm to the space between your legs to press your swollen clit. The pressure from his fingers pinching your nub broke the dam inside you as your juices sprayed and soaked Ikaris’ manhood and naval region. Your back arched, and your legs trembled while the rest of your body pathetically spasmed from the intensity of your release. Your vision went white, and your mind was filled with blissful static as drool dribbled out of your mouth, hanging open at the sheer shock from the release of pressure.

When you came around him, Ikaris gripped the sheets so hard that he heard a faint rip as he felt a mass of textiles clump in his hand. If the fluttering of your cunt was heavenly, then the feeling of your walls clenching so hard around him as you sprayed your essence around him was euphoria. Using both hands, he unhooked your legs around his waist and spread them wide apart until your feet dangled by his head. The new position allowed him to reach so deep in you that he felt the tip of his shaft hitting the entrance of your womb.

He chased the end of his release as you senselessly babbled – your mind was too far gone from your climax, and all you could do was take all of him until he was done himself. It was not long until he felt his body tense, and he thrust himself into you to the hilt and came with a thunderous shout that echoed with your loud cries. The shift of all his weight ramming into the warm and wet hole that greedily latched onto him brought you a new sensation so pleasurable that it rocked on the edge of pain. The spilling of his hot seed inside your womb made you further cling onto him as tears streamed down your cheeks – as if melding your bodies into one being.

Ikaris completely let go of all of his tensions as he lay on top of you – panting for air. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath. For a few minutes, the two of you only wanted to bask in the feel of you together in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

Not wanting to crush you with his weight, Ikaris gently tried to pry himself off you. He thought it would be best to grab a wet rag to help clean you or at least give you some water, but you refused to let go.

“I like feeling you inside me,” you whispered, your voice was a bit hoarse from your screams and cries.

His voice sounded more gruff than usual as he chuckled. “You shouldn’t say such things unless you’re prepared for another round. And by the looks of it, I think you’ve had enough for one night – especially for your first time.”

Ikaris stroked your cheek as he smiled at the sight of you. Your hair was tousled, and your skin was flushed to a lovely hue. There was not a patch of your neck that was not completely littered with red splotches from his bites and kisses. Your eyes were wet from the tears that streamed down your cheeks, and there was a small trail of drool from your mouth.

You were the very image of erotic perfection – only to ever be seen by him.

“…Was it good?” he hesitantly asked. “How do you feel?”

“I feel…at peace,” you replied after a few moments of thinking. “I don’t really feel any different from before. I certainly wouldn’t object to doing it again. But I just feel…content- and happy. Does that make sense?”

You felt your love’s feather-soft lips press against your hairline. “Yes, it does. But are you sure you don’t want to clean yourself? I know your thighs will feel…sticky in the morning if we don’t wipe it off.”

You shook your head. “No, I just want you here with me.”

“At least let me get you a glass of water,” he reasoned. “Believe me when I say you’ll be grateful for it in the morning.”

“Fine,” you relented with a pout. “Hurry back.”

He lowly chuckled as he lowered himself to plant a soft kiss on your temple.

When Ikaris returned with your water, he found you bundled under a cocoon of the bed’s sheets and covers. Shaking his head in amusement, he placed the glass on the nightstand on your side of the mattress. He carefully lifted the covers, not to wake you from your well-deserved slumber, and crawled under them before gently shifting your body in his arms.

As Ikaris closed his eyes and felt the beckoning lull of slumber reach him, he swore he could hear the tune of a trumpet blowing as a rich timber voice sang a familiar song that held a special place in his heart.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

With a peaceful smile on his face, Ikaris dreamt of a dear memory. It happened in Paris only over seventy years ago. He recalls the day he first heard the phrase ‘rose-colored glasses’ as if it were only yesterday. Unbeknownst to him, you were playing the same memory in your sleep.

Paris in February 1948 was a less-than-ideal time. The weather was dismal, and the air was filled with smog and cigarette smoke. The snow surrounding him more resembled ash blown from a forest fire than frozen ice particles falling from the heavens. People were still hurting from the losses they suffered in the war. The industry was ruined, food was severely rationed, and housing was in short supply. The once luminescent City of Lights and her people were living in misery.

But Ikaris’ longing to see you was greater than his misery.

You had been visiting the graves of soldiers and victims across France every February since the signing of the Paris Peace Treaties in 1947. While there were thousands of unmarked graves, you knew the names of each fallen soldier and nameless body. The Earth whispered each person's tale as their blood spilled to the ground. You would breathe their name to a single red poppy before laying the bloom on the ground. It was too little while also being too late, but you wanted to show your thanks.

Your heart ached at the thought of anyone crossing over without someone remembering them. You walked these hallowed grounds because these brave men and women had fought for that privilege. You walked to honor and thank them.

It was what Kaety and Phastos would have wanted. It was what James would have wanted.

Feeling a sudden shift in the air, you did not need to look to know who had joined you.

“Hello, Ikaris,” you greeted your friend while still kneeling on the ground. “What brings you here?”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied. “Is that not what friends do?”

You bitterly laughed under your breath. You finally stood from the ground to face your old “friend.” It hurt to see how beautiful he remained despite how he impassively stared at you – as if you meant nothing to him.

“Are we still friends?” you asked. “After everything?”

If your questions hurt him, Ikaris had not let it be shown. But he at least had the decency to soften his tone and look down at his feet, slightly admonished.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he answered. He looked up to face you once more. “Sephia, I…I missed you.”

A new wave of tears threatened to spill as you scoffed at his words.

“Cruel man,” you inwardly wept. “Cruel, cruel man.”

“Forgive me for my reaction,” you scornfully replied. “But I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how we left things between us last time.”

The last time you had seen Ikaris was over fifty years ago when he visited you in the small open field outside Kaety and Druig’s commune. It was your usual meeting place for the past two centuries. It was close enough to the village that Kaety still felt your presence but far enough to ensure your meeting remained private.

The first time he came, you were so happy to see Ikaris. You were terrified at the idea of him forever hating you for joining Kaety and Druig in seclusion. He had criticized you for going against Arishmen’s orders. He told you it mattered little of what you and Kaety did – humanity was doomed to fail.

The last you heard from Kingo was that Ikaris had disappeared from Earth. No one had seen him since Ajak sent all of you away – not even Sersi or Sprite.

His reaching out to you over everyone else meant so much to you. Perhaps it was selfish, but it made you happy to know your talks and meetings with Ikaris were done without anyone’s knowledge. Not even Kaety knew of his presence. You two would talk about the world that was changing around them while reminiscing about the world that had passed.

With each talk, you felt your bond with your friend strengthen. With each meeting, your attachment to Ikaris became more profound as you often craved to see him just hours after he left. Your feelings grew to the point where you could no longer contain them. It felt like you had laid your entire heart on the line.

“Would you stay here?” you softly asked. “Would you stay here with me?”

And then he left, leaving you in the field by yourself.

“Did you hate the idea–” you hastily inhaled to stop your voice from breaking “– of staying here so much? Could you really have not found any joy in what I do here for those people?”

Ikaris reached out to hold you in his arms.

“No,” he whispered in your hair. “No, Flower, that’s not it. I swear… I swear that’s not it.”

He should not have come. If he were a better man, he would have let you hate him until you could forget him. But he knew you were alone, and his selfishness won out in the end.

“Then why?” you cried. His shirt muffled your words, but your voice broke his heart. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you come back? Every year, I waited in that field! Because I thought our friendship meant something to you! But you never came!”

“Sephia,” he explained, “I could have never been who you needed me to be for those villagers. I have nothing to offer them but my combat skills.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “Everything you told me that night – you were right. It doesn’t matter what any of us do. Humans will destroy everything themselves. Just look where we are now.”

You and he looked at the thousands of white crosses that stood from the ground. You still had nightmares about the bodies surrounding you as hundreds of soldiers entered your tents – only to pass away from their fatal injuries. So many graves without names were men and women you treated before you had to bury them.

Kaety still woke up every night screaming at the horrors and abuse of the victims of Unit 731. What remained of the records of Ishii Shiro and his use of anthrax and the plague as biological warfare would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her thrashing had almost gotten to the point where she ordered Druig to sedate her if she ever accidentally hurt herself or him.

Phastos was practically left in a continuous catatonic state after leaving the site of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But during the times he came back, he could only weep out apologies to the millions of victims for his interference with humanity’s technology from the beginning.

“Was everything we thought we were building for nothing?” you asked. “Was this planet and its people doomed from the start?”

Ikaris only stood silently. He wondered if he was more cruel not to tell you the truth of Arishem’s grand plan after Ajak told him so long ago. But he wanted to see your smile for however long he had left. You were so proud of your creations, and rightfully so. Not knowing what else to do, he figured to let his actions speak more than his words.

“Can I show you something?”

He took you in his arms when you nodded. He lifted the two of you to a dark alley in Paris next to the Seine. The lights surrounding them with the people walking along the river bank made the night cold winter night less cold and desolate than the hopelessness you felt in your heart.

It was a pretty sight, but the view couldn’t have been the only reason why Ikaris brought you here.

“Look around you.” He spread his arms to emphasize his point. “What do you see?”

“…Litter and pollution?”

“Besides that.”

You tried to look harder. “Ummmm…people?”

“Exactly, people who are alive. A florist who sells flowers in the spring to young lovers because she wants to share the fruits of your labor with the world. Families who tour the Gardens of Versailles because they want to bask in the splendor.”

You understood Ikaris’ point. You were the one who tried to explain it all to him for so long, but everything seemed so hopeless now.

“Sephia,” he spoke your name to break you from your thoughts. “What you brought into this world was not for nothing. It never was. You are why people can find beauty and joy in the simplest pleasures.”

You wanted to say something – anything. But words failed to come to you. They always had during the most important events. Suddenly, you heard the melody of one of France’s favorite songs creep into your ear. You felt your Ikaris softly grasp your hand as he gently led the two of you to the direction of the melody.

It was a mixed jazz band playing in the middle of a packed Place Vendôme. They were playing La Vie En Rose.

The symphony of clarinets and flutes made for a beautiful melody. The saxophone altos, French horn, and trombone gave the song a homophonic texture. But the real star of the ensemble was the trumpet. It added a sense of joy and lightheartedness that so deeply contrasted the past decade.

“A favorite demon of yours told me this song was all the rage in France a few ago,” he quipped. “Care to show me why?”

You rolled your eyes. “You really need to stop calling Kaety that. She’ll bite your head off for being unable to think of a new nickname after seven thousand years.”

Ikaris took a few steps forward before turning to you and held out his hand. You only stared at it before realizing the meaning of his gesture. You stared at his face with wide eyes and a gaped mouth to represent your shock.

“You,” you choked out, “want to dance? In the middle of the square?”

Ikaris only shrugged. “Why not?”

“But…but, there’s just – there’s so many people around!” you stammered.

“That’s never stopped you before in Reykjanesskagi.”

“That was during the Maiden’s Day festival!”

“You know, you’re starting to hurt my feelings with how long you’ve kept my arm like this.”

You huffed out a breath in annoyance before you reluctantly reciprocated the gesture. Ikaris must have known that you wouldn’t refuse a dance, especially a dance to one of your favorite songs. You hated bringing attention to yourself, but you loved to dance. You didn’t know what it was – but you could always lose yourself in the notes as your body moved in tandem with the tune. Whenever there was a festival or celebration in any city where the Eternals were stationed, you and Kaety would disguise yourselves as peasants or low-born nobility to fade into the background. So often, you would lose yourself in joy that you would accidentally make flowers bloom around you, even in the harshest winters.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Ikaris pulled you close to his chest. One hand was placed on the small of your back while one of your hands clutched on his shoulder. But the other was firmly clasped in his other hand. Before you began, you saw a few other pairs sway to the band. It eased your nerves to know that you and he were the only pair dancing in the historical square.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Everyone around you seemed to be dancing in slow, expressive, rhythmic steps, resembling an American-style bolero. Given the time and place, it was only natural that Ikaris took the lead. You were prepared to offer instructions, but he surprised you again by showing how comfortable he was in the role and steps.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you remarked.

Ikaris looked slightly embarrassed as his cheeks reddened. “Sersi taught me. She basically threatened to castrate me if I refused to dance at a speakeasy we frequented in New York in the 20s.”

“Sersi?” you snorted out as he spun and dipped you. “Sersi threatened you? Our Sersi? Lying is a very unbecoming quality, Ikaris. I didn’t think you’d be one to develop it.”

“Oh, if only I could make up such a tale,” replied Ikaris as he grabbed your waist before lifting you without struggle. “Sersi’s can be downright terrifying if she wants to be. Ask Kingo – he’s the only other person who’s seen her like that.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out of your throat. And as the band continued to play, you and Ikaris swayed, dipped, and spun for hours. Over three hours had passed by the time the band was finished for the night. When you stopped, all you could do was stare into your friend’s eyes in a rose-hued haze before a thunderous round of applause broke you out of your dreamlike state and into reality. A sizable crowd had surrounded the two of you – hoots, hollers, and whistles accompanied the applause. Your impromptu performance enchanted men, women, children, and even pets.

“Bisou!” called out from a random face in the crowd. It wasn’t long before the call became a chant.

“Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou!”

Feeling suddenly emboldened, you cupped your Ikaris’ face and kissed his cheek softly. The following whistles and cheers would have made you wish to disappear – had it not been for the sweet peck Ikaris placed between the furrow of your brow.

All of a sudden- without even knowing it at the time- the world seemed brighter, and the air started to smell like roses.

Ikaris woke up to the feeling of gentle poking on his cheek. Hearing the swallows sing and feeling the warm sunlight on his skin, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at peace. He turned his body in your direction before opening his eyes. He was immediately blessed with your bright eyes and sweet smile. Raking his eyes down your body, it looked like you wore his dress shirt from last night.

He adored the way it draped over your curves – especially with how it showed off your legs.

“Are you ready for your Valentine’s Day present?” you asked with poorly contained excitement. Judging by how your smile went ear-to-ear, you practically bounced out of your skin.

Ikaris furrowed his brows in puzzlement. “Was last night not my present?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why would sex be your present? I thought I made it pretty clear that I hadn’t expected the night to turn in that direction.”

“Well then,” he chucked in amusement over your flushed cheeks and pout, “what is my present?”

Your eyes shone in delight as you lightly kicked your feet against the mattress. “You’ll have to get out of bed for that! Come on!”

You dashed into the next room while Ikaris wrapped the sheets around him before locating his briefs and grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants in his luggage. Once putting them on, he stretched out his back and arms from behind the balcony window before opening it and letting in some air to freshen the room.

When he crossed to the piano room, he was mildly surprised when he saw you seated at the pianoforte. You pressed the keys to carefully listen if the instrument needed any additional tuning. Satisfied that the pitch wasn’t flat, you turned to Ikaris, who was leaning under the doorway.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” he replied.

You positioned your fingers over the right keys while straightening your posture. Clearing your throat, you began to play at Adagio. Your body swayed to the melody as if you had become one with the instrument. Every key you lovingly caressed let out a note sounding so beautifully as if the music came alive just for you. You closed your eyes before you began singing.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Ikaris’ eyes widened. Were you playing…had you –

But his thoughts were interrupted as your rich singing broke through his stupor. Your sweet voice was soaked in honey and laced with the roses from the song.

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause

For a moment, Ikaris truly hated that his French wasn’t as proficient as yours. Had it been, he would have been able to appreciate your singing that rivaled the voice of angels properly. Was it possible for one to sound as rich and effortlessly fluid as sweet syrup?

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie

Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens dans moi Mon cœur qui bat

Your fingers lightly danced along the keys to give your voice a brief intermission. And for a few moments, it felt like Ikaris’ soul had returned to his body. And although he expected you to stop, you began to sing the English translation.

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Whereas the original French version required a slower and softer pace to grasp the ballad's meaning and beauty, the English version required a slightly quicker tempo. It brought a more joyful mood and tone compared to the lovely but melancholic French version.

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

When you finished, Ikaris was once more completely and utterly entranced. You turned to face him with hopeful eyes. You long memorized this song since that night in Paris over seventy years ago. When you began to learn how to play the piano, you did it because you never wanted to forget the ballad’s meaning and how it touched your heart from that night on.

“You once asked me why this song was so popular,” you began to explain. “Édith Piaf wrote ‘La Vie en Rose’ in 1945 and released it as a single in 1947. The song’s popularity quickly reached global success as jazz artists began to sing its covers. Louis Armstrong played it on March 2, 1948 – at the same Jazz Festival you took me in Salle Pleyel.”

You stood up as you tenderly traced a single black key that released a soft C sharp when you pressed it.

“As you remember, all of Europe was in chaos and misery after the war. Everyone lost someone fighting. So many men and women who returned became shells of themselves. People were starving and homeless from the constant airstrikes. But Édith wrote this song to remind Paris to never lose sight of the happy times and good things in life. You shouldn’t forget the bad times, but you also shouldn’t forget to look at life without seeing the beauty of everything around you.”

You walked towards Ikaris before standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. You laid your cheek against his chest and smiled at his beating heart's steady and strong rhythm.

“That night- when we danced at the Place Verdôme- the song they played was stuck in my head for months. Whenever I felt sad or disheartened, I would put on the record I bought to listen to it. I know you have your doubts about humanity. You always had them, as had I. We were never the ones who loved humankind, especially after the atrocities they had committed. I hated what they did to the Earth, how much they polluted it, but – Oh, Ikaris. I made you cry again.”

Touching his cheek, Ikaris realized that he was indeed crying. That’s twice in less than twelve hours, a new record. Just what in Arishem’s name had you done to him?

He shook his head. “Never mind my tears. Continue.”

“Listening to that song, I finally realized why so many of our family kept faith in humankind. Kaety and Druig have their twins and remain in their village. Phastos and Ben have Jack. Sersi has loved and lost more than any of us, first with Jane, but now she’s with Dane. Kingo lives among them effortlessly and adores them. Even Makkari remains joyful because she keeps looking at life and seeing its beauty.”

You paused for a moment before standing only tip-toes to press a kiss on his nose.

“Ikaris, you don’t care much for humans. But that night, you reminded me why I did what I did in the war. You reminded me that there will always be people who will take comfort in the most simple pleasures- a rose’s bloom, the crisp bite of an apple, or even the sound of a child’s heartbeat. So, for just a few minutes, I wanted to give something to you the way you have for me.”

Words failed to convey the love Ikaris felt for you. All he could do was tightly hold you in his arms and never let go. For the first time since he came back, he felt it was alright to love you. That he wouldn’t pollute or ruin you the way he had done with everything else in his life so many times. Ikaris knew that it was his destiny to love you. But you- you chose him. You chose to love him. And that fact alone was enough to make him die without regrets.

“I hope children have your voice,” he murmured into your hair before facing you with wet eyes. “And I hope that they have your heart.”

He cupped your cheek, and you kissed his palm softly. “Only if they have your eyes and your art skills.”

Ikaris must have heard you sing your rendition of ‘La Vie en Rose’ a million times. You sang and taught it all your children— Laurie, Aggie, and Ari – on the piano or tucking to bed. But that first time he heard you sing it- that morning when the sun pooled into the room as pink roses and red asters suddenly bloomed- that will always be his favorite.

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

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

Plot: phantom of the opera au

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ignore it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

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

“The phantom?”

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

“No?”

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

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

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

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

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

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

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

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

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

“My teacher?”

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

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

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

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

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

“(Y/n)?”

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

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

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

Phantoms pov

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

[queen-of-the-avengers]

CATFA: Part One

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

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst

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

Earth is nothing like you expected it to be. There are a lot of planets in your home galaxy that can support life as well as millions of other planets in other galaxies around yours. Still, you never expected Earth to be so similar to your home planet, Xenia--a thriving ecosystem, corrupt governments, billions of people, and large bodies of water that cover most of the planet.

The only difference is that your planet is home to one of, if not the evilest man your galaxy has ever seen. Xenia became a breaking ground for bad ideas, and they all point to the one who made you: Markus Hottle.

To most, you look like you're in your late twenties or early thirties, but you're much older than that. You've just had your one-hundredth birthday, and you know you've got a lot more to go through before you die. What Markus did to you caused you to nearly stop aging; just another side effect of his experiments.

It's why you fled your planet and have been on the run ever since. You've spent fifty years jumping from planet to planet, always avoiding Markus when he sent his goons to chase after you. You've been running for so long that you don't know what a home is anymore.

Yours was destroyed the second Markus had your parents killed.

Will Earth be different?

Xenia has always thrived on the creativity and knowledge of other people. It's what made Xenia so successful with businesses, its own ecosystem, and its communities. Earth has none of that. You landed on Earth in the year 1000, and they're nothing like what your planet is like. This planet is filled with poverty, famine, greed, struggle, and a corrupt elite community who think they're too good for everyone below them.

With your knowledge and power, you could easily fit your way into the elite status, but then who would help out those in actual need? Who can they turn to when they need help? You don't have any healing powers, so you can't aid them medically, but you can offer them something else: agriculture and clean water. You're still getting used to your new life Markus forced upon you, but if you can help others while doing it, then you have the obligation to do so.

They don't have the resources to build a new world, and you're not going to freak them out by showing them you're an alien, so you'll use what they have to help them. Something you often did back home with your mother, was make clothes for all of your friends and family. You love sewing and creating something out of nothing, and seeing how the poverty is dressed, you think you can help them by providing them with clean clothes, blankets, and other types of means to stay warm.

It didn't take long before communities came to your town to buy your clothes. Most of the time, you didn't want them to pay since you're not doing this for the money, but some refused to take your clothes without paying for them. After five or so years of being in that town, you've come to make friends with almost everyone. Along with clothes and blankets, you'd offer clean water for them to take with them--as much as they needed. It's not much, but that seemed to make their day.

While Earth is not as technologically advanced as Xenia is, you're enjoying your time on Earth and hope that Markus doesn't find you here. Your home is on the other side of the known universe, so you think you're safe for now.

The bell on your door rings, signaling that there is a customer in your store. You look up and see one of your regulars with a tired look on her face.

"Alice, are you alright?"

"Yes. My youngest is not feeling too well. The poor thing is hot and cold and is not getting any better. I came in here hoping you might have something that could help?"

"Of course. I have more water for you to take home to your family. I have made some more blankets, which are in the back. Please, help yourself. I do not want your son to be cold."

"I do not know what this town would do without your generosity."

"I am just happy to help." The bell on your store door rings again, and you give Alice a warm smile. "I will be back there in a few moments."

She leaves to the back to browse your collection while you turn to the new customer. You're about to greet them when you see the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on--and you've met millions of people.

He has a square jaw and pink lips. He's muscular which is defined by the blue and gold suit he is wearing. He has short hair with a sliver of white in the front. He has the prettiest of blue eyes--they sparkle like the ocean does when the sun is rising. You've only lived here for six years, but you've never seen this man before. Who is he? Why is he here? What does he want?

"Hi. Welcome in."

"I hear you are the best clothesmaker in town."

Ooh, and he has an accent.

"You heard right. What are you looking for?"

"Anything that will make it look like I belong in this town. This kind of sticks out like a sore thumb," he says and gestures to his suit.

"I have never seen that or you around here before. What is your name?"

"Ikaris."

"Well, Ikaris, I must pick your brain about where you came from, but I can help with the clothes situation. Follow me." You lead Ikaris to the section where you've made some clothes specifically for men. You grab something new you're working on and place it against his chest to see how it might look on him. You pause and look into his eyes. Wow, the blue in his eyes is shinier up close. "I believe this one will do."

"Thank you."

"Please, try it on. I do not want you leaving here without a proper fit."

There is a section you've blocked off with a wooden partition you've created. All the stores in Xenia have these, but you've resulted in using what humans have made available. A lot of businesses are run outside, but with your powers, you've managed to make a store big enough to have a few people in at a time. Humans wondered how you got there, to begin with, but they were easily won over by your generosity.

Ikaris walks behind the partition and tries on the shirt, and you grab a pair of pants you made before handing it to him. The partition is low enough so you can see his face, but you can't see anything else. He maintains eye contact as he tries on the clothes, and he smiles once he knows it fits.

"How do you like it?"

"It is very comfortable. How much for these?"

"No need. I do not need your money."

Ikaris walks out with the clothes on over his suit. You're not sure why he didn't take his suit off, but you don't comment on it. There is something about Ikaris that catches your attention, and you're not sure what it is. It's like he isn't from this world. It's in the way he speaks and the way he carries himself. He seems a lot older than what he looks like, and the more you spend time with him, the more you see that.

A couple of months have passed since you first met Ikaris, and you two have been spending a lot of time together. You're starting to really like him, and you believe he likes you too. There are some days you like to close up shop just to enjoy the day or buy food from the vendors around town, and today is no different.

You and Ikaris are walking down a beaten path in the woods behind the town you live in because it's less crowded.

"You never told me how long you have been here in town."

"Quite a while."

"You are very mysterious, you know that?"

"I do," Ikaris chuckles.

You two continue to walk, but you pause when you feel the ground rumble. You look to the side to see a gnarly yet beautiful creature inch toward you and Ikaris. The creature is bigger than anything you've ever seen on Earth, and it's iridescent blue and purple that shines whenever it moves. It opens its mouth to bare its very sharp teeth, and your eyes widen in fear.

"Look out!"

You push Ikaris out of the way just as the creature pounces on you. You go crashing to the ground as it drags you twenty feet. You reach up and grab its upper jaw to prevent it from snacking on you, and Ikaris looks at you just in time to see something truly amazing happen.

Your eyes shine dark red and orange and fire forms at your fingertips. As if it's second nature, you place your fiery hands on the creature and let the fire spread throughout. The creature cries out in pain, and you kick it as hard as you can which causes the creature to topple over you so that you're free from its grasp.

You gasp and back away from the burning creature only to back into Ikaris.

"You're bleeding," he says.

You look at your arm to see a huge gash where the creature must have scratched you.

"Don't worry, I'll heal."

Just like that, your skin starts healing from the damage taken to it, and Ikaris watches with curiosity and concern.

"Are you an Eternal?"

"What the hell's an Eternal?"

"Come with me."

He takes one last look at the deviant before taking your hand. He leads you to where he's been staying these past few hundred years, but there is nothing there to show. He stops at a clearing, and you look around in confusion. Before he has a chance to say anything, gold spirals and rings form in the sky until a black triangle forms. You're kind of amazed, but you've seen a lot of alien technology throughout your life.

You two are beamed up into the floating triangle, and you're greeted by nine other people in the same kind of clothing Ikaris was wearing when he first came into his shop.

"Ikaris, who is this?" the youngest and shortest one asks.

"This is Y/N, and she killed a deviant."

From what you understand, Ikaris and the other nine people on the spaceship are called Eternals, and they were put on Earth about six thousand years ago to protect humans from deviants, which is what you just killed. They all have special powers that they use to aid them in the war not a lot of people know about. When you had a feeling Ikaris was different, you weren't expecting him to be six thousand years old.

"If you're not an Eternal, then what are you?"

Makkari is the only one who speaks Sign Language, but you don't know much about the language to understand what she is saying, so Druig translates for her.

"I'm from Xenia, a planet on the other side of the universe. I was experimented on by someone who wanted to take over planets with fear. He created a serum that gave me the powers of shapeshifting, which is why I've been able to sneak in and out of the royal castle to steal food or pose as someone with wealth.

"Then, he started experimenting with the Tesseract or the space stone which is one of the six infinity stones. It's what gave me my second set of powers which is controlling the four elements. It's why I was able to kill that deviant with fire. It's also why I can heal quickly."

"How old are you?"

"One hundred. I left my planet at fifty years old, but I stopped aging when I turned thirty-three."

"How did it take you fifty years to travel across the universe? I'm not a math genius, but even I know that's impossible," Phastos asks.

"Because I was made using the space stone, it gave me the ability to create portals which I can open to anywhere in the universe. I had trouble adjusting to that power, so it took me a little longer to get away from my maker. I'm making a home here, and I'd like to stay here if that's okay with you."

"Of course," Ajak says. "I thank you for killing that deviant. We could use your help in killing all of them so that we may go home."

"Anything I can do to help."

And just like that, you became an Eternal-adjacent. It pained you to leave the small town that relied on you to survive, but if you don't take care of the deviants, then there won't be a town left at all. It's nice to be part of something that matters since all you've been part of is something evil for most of your life. You're not even sure where Markus is, but you hope that he doesn't ever find you.

The years blend as you and Ikaris grow closer. The more time you spend with him, the more you fall in love with him. You've never been in a serious relationship before him since you were too scared to start something, but now you feel secure enough to let someone else into your life.

It doesn't matter if Ikaris is human or not.

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MasterList - 55

head cannon for Roman demigod - Reggie Mantle x Male Reader

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Desperate for the night - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Keystone - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Let me sleep with the lights off - Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

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Shadow Flame - Male Reader x Hela

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Hela Yandere Alphabet.

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With throns to show - Hela x Female Reader G!P (SMUT)

Earth isn’t that bad - Hela x Male Reader

Love on its own - Rogers!Male Reader x Bucky Barnes

Circles - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Love Snow - Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Playboys - Male Reader x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Ikaris (SMUT)

Let the sun be lonely - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Newcastle - Merman!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

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Lay back. - Dean Winchester x Male Reader (SMUT)

Faster - Dean Winchester X Male Reader (SMUT)

It begins somewhere - Midnight x Male Reader (SMUT & Mommy Kink)

Light on my ego - Denki Kaminari and Eijiro Kirishima & Male Reader x Naito Monoma x Hitoshi Shinso (SMUT)

Trance Love - Male Reader x Freya Allan

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According to Plan — kinkvember 2022

✦ pairing — Ikaris x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.1k

✦ prompt — sex against the wall.

✦ additional warnings — nsfw, mentions of alcoholic beverages (neither Ikaris or reader are drunk, don't worry), unprotected sex (please don't do this) vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, light cum play, light aftercare.

✦ MINORS DNI

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You weren't positive he was looking your way. Not at first. Ikaris was not only hard to read but hard to like, an acquired taste not many were interested in.

The scowl rarely left his face as of late, and when it did, his semblance could barely be described as neutral. You couldn't remember a time you saw him smile, much less heard him laugh.

Your friendship was new, in a stage it could still crumble if you made a false move. You, only you, and if he did, you wouldn't see it as such. He intrigued you a little too much to give up the opportunity to unravel the mystery behind his deep eyes.

And he was stupidly attractive, only somebody too proud for their own good would deny it.

Your eyes met across the room. He nodded and lifted his glass. He was in a good mood. Mimicking the gesture, you smiled at him.

Ikaris pushed himself off the wall he was resting his shoulder on and made his way toward you. Around you, people gawked at him, probably wondering why he was once again ignoring Kingo's riveting conversation for your patient smile.

"Which story is it this time?"

Ikaris shrugged. "Wasn't paying attention."

You didn't believe him, but you didn't say as such. He didn't want to talk about Kingo, and that was fine, you didn't either as much as you loved your old friend.

As your attempts at conversation continued failing, you realized Ikaris didn't want to talk about anything. Not in the lounge, not in the backyard, and definitely not under the yellow light of lampposts whilst enveloped by autumn air.

You walked beside each other in silence. You recognized the path he had taken you both onto and it could only lead to your shared building or to the bar you got kicked out from a week ago — you couldn't remember if you told him about it, but as he swerved left, you confirmed his destination was the old building.

Once before your door, words got caught in your throat, lips parted as his eyes lingered on the bottom part of your face. You licked your lips. unsure as to what was going on; it excited you nonetheless, having his undivided attention, perhaps even enticing him.

You searched for his eyes, looking for a sign that you weren't imagining things or assuming his intentions, a confirmation that the tension between you wasn't a figment of your imagination.

He grabbed you by the back of your head, and after a moment of hesitation that ended once you placed your hand on his bicep, he slammed his lips against yours.

Suddenly, there was no pretense he hadn't planned things to go this way tonight. Not when he kissed you, not when he refused to let go of you as you struggled to open the door, and certainly not in his hungry eyes as you peeled off your jacket.

He threw his own onto the couch and once again reached over, strong hands grasping your plump waist as he drew you in for another kiss. It was different than the one before, languid, teasing, hot.

A part of you expected him to be rougher as his hands eventually wandered, but for a moment, the only thing Ikaris did was take his time to become familiar with your figure.

"You had to wear the same dress you were wearing when we met, huh," he said, accent thick with amusement — almost teasing, as if you had done it on purpose. His fingers trailed along the seam of your dress, tracing your outer thigh.

"I didn't think you'd remember."

His eyes bore into yours. "Well, I do."

The implications of his words weren't lost on you, nor the heat tugging at you from within. Lusting over him was dangerous, you had been warned about his poor social skills and emotional stuntedness. His hands on you made it difficult to care, though.

Pressing his body to yours, he moved a hand to your lower back and looked down at you. His breathing was steady, but his dilated pupils told a different story. You couldn't find out if he was as rough as you imagined as thorough as somebody as pretty should be —if only to leave people wanting for more— and as he leaned in to kiss you again, you hoped you would find out soon.

Ikaris kissed you as though he was trying to devour you, to rip the delicate threads of friendship you had carefully sewn. And you let him, for a few seconds pretended this had been your plan all along too and let him, and as his kiss became more demanding, you let go of any hesitance left in your system.

You felt his hand come up to your neck, leaving your thigh to softly grasp your throat. He caressed your skin as he parted from your lips, panting against your mouth. "You want this, right?"

You breathlessly confirmed, "Yes."

He pushed you backward, crushing you against the wall. His breath fanned all over your face, intense gaze fixed on your wanton one.

A wave of arousal crashed onto you as he dragged his hands down your sides, touch heavy and warm. Need started to brew in the pit of your stomach once he slipped his hands past the hem of your dress.

Mouth heavy on yours, he demanded entrance with his tongue. Your heart leaped in your chest as his fingers grazed your pussy from on top of your panties, never relenting in his passionate kiss,

He pressed his forehead to yours whilst he recovered his breath and you could only gaze into his eyes as he pulled your panties to the side.

"Wait," you stopped him before he would start touching you. "My feet are killing me."

He momentarily pulled away so you would take your high heels off, hands moving to quickly discard his pants as he kicked his shoes off too.

He was taller now, and by the glint of his eyes, he liked it.

The outline of his cock was finally visible to you and next thing you knew, he was once again pressed against you. His hot kiss matched the warmth of his palms and his strong thigh pried your legs open — you felt his constrained cock near your hip.

His hot breath tickled your ear as he asked, "Do you need me to do anything for you?"

Leave it to him to ask if you were wet in the worst way possible. "You were about to find out," you reminded him.

His attention shifted downward to where your thighs met his. Hooking his thumbs into your panties, he pulled them down. He was rougher than he should have as he pressed two fingers to your clit, making you gasp, and dragging them down to trace your slit.

And you moaned instead of complaining; he was finally being as rough as you had imagined he'd be. Forcing your legs further apart with his forearm, Ikaris teased your entrance with his slicked fingers.

"I suppose you don't," he half-heartedly mocked you, accent thicker.

Still, he didn't remove his hand from you. Slowly, he pushed a finger in, and met with no resistance, he added the second one. You sighed, resting your head against the wall behind you as Ikaris lazily moved his fingers in and out, not yet interested in making you come.

The slow rhythm of his fingers was pure torture and your whines weren't enough to convince him to pick up the pace. So you demanded, "Faster."

He stopped altogether, making you groan in disapproval. "What did you say?"

"Ikaris."

He hummed, eyes gleaming with mischief. He looked so pretty.

"Please?" you tried.

"So polite."

You didn't have a chance to come up with a retort, he resumed fingering you, and this time he didn't hold back. He took your breath away, making you gasp and search for something to do with your hands.

Your head was fuzzy, almost floating as he leaned in to tell you, "You look so good like this."

Either his words or his fingers were magic, perhaps both. Your muscles trembled as pleasure ran through you and muffling the cry that left you would have been a disservice to your own pleasure.

Your limbs loosened as you tried to clear your head, breath ragged as Ikaris held you in place with both hands. You felt the stickiness from the fingers that had just been inside you and found yourself sighing dreamily.

Scared he would start teasing, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Ikaris indulged you for a moment before breaking the kiss and removing his shirt.

His skin was warm and soft as you trailed your hands along his torso. Of course his body was gorgeous, but there was something about the dip of his collarbones and the ridge of his muscles that made him look almost approachable. In this state, he was no different from any other person you had hooked up with; not on the surface.

You couldn't help but explore his bare chest as he smothered you in another searing kiss, holding you tight as he gripped your jaw. He tasted so, so good, and although you didn't want to presume that the idea of doing this with you had dictated his drinking choices, you were unable to stop yourself from wondering why you could taste your favorite sweet cocktail on his tongue and why the taste had lingered for so long now.

He kept you locked in place like a precious secret, adamant about keeping your lips together. You pressed your hips to his, needing more contact.

"I want you so bad," he said, breathless, lips brushing yours.

You ground against him, fingers tracing his shoulders. "Take me, then."

Ikaris tugged his underwear down, freeing his hard cock. Before he could do it, you wrapped your hand around it. A groan left his lips and you looked up to find his pupils blown wide.

In a swift movement, he had your back affixed to the white wall behind you, hands shoving your dress up to your belly.

He hitched up your thighs with his hands, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his frame. Ikaris bucked up against you, cock teasing your folds before finding your entrance. His gaze was piercing as he waited for permission. You nodded, immediately feeling him push his cock in.

You held tightly to his shoulders yet he didn't decide to move immediately. When he did, his thrusts were slow, drawn out.

He built up his pace and the only thing you could do was take it, enjoy yourself as he did all the work. You would be sore later, perhaps the day after too, but as he pounded into you, eliciting moans and yelps, you found that you didn't care.

You were thankful the wall behind you was sturdy, that you had been smart enough to choose an old building to reside in, and mostly, that you had met Ikaris in the lobby when you moved.

You threw your head back, pressing it against the wall behind you as his thrusts became stronger, turned quicker, and Ikaris took the chance to lick a stripe up your neck, feeling the shaky vibrations of your moans against his tongue.

His pelvis pressed into yours, holding you in place as he rolled his hips, thoroughly fucking you as his fingers dug into your thighs. "I knew you'd feel good," he sighed against the skin of your neck, teeth scrapping near your jaw as he groaned.

You could barely speak, only humming and sputtering his name. It fed his ego, his drive to fuck you into the wall.

"Such a good fucking girl," he praised.

You clawed at his shoulders accepting his greedy lips between whimpers, head reeling as pressure built up within you. Ikaris let out a deep growl against your mouth. "Come for me," he demanded.

Fuck, it was like he knew your body better than you did.

Your nails pierced his skin as you came undone all over his cock. Ikaris bucked his hips into you, hiding his face in your neck to muffle deep guttural moans into your skin.

Abruptly, he pulled out, and before you could react, hot cum spilled onto your jelly-like thighs. Ikaris had half a mind to hold you upward, finally letting you hear the moans he had been adamant to hide as he fisted his cock, sputtering more drops of cum onto your skin.

"I'll clean you up."

"I can do it," you assured him, breath ragged. Neither of you moved for a while, catching your breaths. Shifting on your bare feet, you said, "Come, I'll lend you a towel."

Your legs wobbled as you took a step. Ikaris placed a hand on your lower back and you didn't dare turn around to see his reaction.

He was having none of it and irrupted into your personal space so you would see his pleased smile. You didn't hate it.

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crushed by the wheel and reshaped by the gear (elrond x adar)

Rare it was for Elves to come this way in these days, but much had fallen on this land that did not normally occur, and Elrond supposed they must already knew he had come here for the Southlanders.

surrendered at the start of the game (elendil x míriel x valandil)

She turns as he approaches, something glittering in her eyes, and he bows, relying entirely on instincts to keep him afloat. “Your majesty,” he murmurs, and keeps his head bowed even as he straightens back up.

where nature unmakes the boundary (elrond x durin)

“Oh, enough with the fancy words,” Durin scoffs, and Elrond’s heart lightens; things cannot be too terrible if Durin is still getting prickly in response to attempts at Elven diplomatic address. “For once in your life just say something simple, Elrond, simple and honest.”

take my hand, wreck my plans (eddie x steve x reader)

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says after a long moment. “You are putting way too much blame on yourself.”

“Who else,” you say, words grating like nails on a chalkboard—you hate saying it out loud, especially to him, when you wanted so very badly to impress him. “Who else can I blame.”

He sits back, raises his eyebrows, and holds up his hand to count off. “Your shitty parents. Your shitty teachers. Your shitty friends. Your shitty boss and your shitty coworkers. And, yes, the fucking rest of the world. You said it yourself you never had any examples of a different kind of life. So everyone around you failed you because you should’ve had that.”

love should make you feel good (abner x reader)

For now you rest your head against his and tell yourself to breathe it all in and commit to memory how good it is. How lucky and happy you are. How every inhale and exhale is easy and gentle and good, and how you ask for nothing more than this—the space to exist quietly, you and your love, while a storm rages far away.

where does such tenderness come from (murdoc x reader)

So you try to brush it off and only occasionally indulge in snatches of daydream scenarios where he comes back to you, your name sweet on his lips, and tells you some great secret of his—something that could unravel his life like the secret of your name could unravel yours, equally sharp knives held at each other’s throats. Trust or blackmail—does it really matter which it is as long as the result is the same? You handed each other the knives willingly. Mutually assured destruction. 

for all your suffering by night, you are not separate from me (druig x makkari x ikaris)

Makkari took a second before signing, You once left us too. Druig started to interrupt, but Makkari shushed him with a wave of her hand. I know it wasn’t the same situation. You had good reason. But do you remember how alone you felt at first? How terrible? Ikaris is lost. He will stay lost forever unless someone finds him.

let the sign given lead (elendil x original female character)

He cannot bear to look at the brand as it nears; instead he looks down at her. Her veil is translucent, but in the dark he cannot make out her features. The poker reaches close enough to burn the hair on his chest; he feels the heat on his skin, and clenches his teeth so he will not cry out.

At the very last moment before it makes contact she twists her wrist; only the straight edge meets his skin; he grunts but does not cry out, and she pulls back as he breathes heavily through his nose.

She drops the brand to the ground; it clatters on the stone. “It is a test,” she says softly, “and it is done. You have passed.”

you're all i taste [at night inside of my mouth] (kieren x simon)

Ever since coming back from the dead and everything that followed, ever since kissing Simon—not too far from right here, actually—the notion of candlelit dinners and starry-eyed promises is unappealing, not that they can eat real food anyway. Mostly he dreams of a simple, quiet life with someone he cares for. Doing no harm, only getting into the safest kinds of trouble. No grand gestures but the grand gesture of a small infinity together. No roses but the ones growing in a shared garden plot, maintained by the toil of two sets of hands.

look down on this city thinking (should i have loved you more) (abner x reader)

so where to begin? and how?

just that there is something like a miracle to it, and you know it deep in your gut and it burns you and it frees you: that there is a moment, there is a world, there is an infinity, where hell itself gives up its dead, where you stumble home across your own threshold after ten lost years, falling into the arms of the one you love who against all odds is still here, still here, still here.

[beananacake]

Hear me out, what if, WHAT IF, Phastos gifted a pair of like mechanical wings to Angel for her to fly one more time with Ikaris 🥺?

You know what? He definitely would do that.

I hope you like this!

Soar

(Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader)

Word count: 2.9k words

Warnings: Angel and her vulgar mouth, words like shit and ass and boobs, tooth-rotting fluff, smidgen of angst, brief mentions of death, some repetitive words (im sorry), affectionate Ikaris!, Angel and Ikaris being the babeys that they are

This is a part of the series Savior (Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader) I suggest you read this first before you continue with Soar. Or read this before Savior, idk. Do what you like, I'm not your mom lol

“Take off your shirt.”

You raised a brow at Phastos, looking at him curiously before your face broke into a shit-eating grin.

“Why, Phastos, you’d have to take me out to dinner first.” you teased and saw the Inventor Eternal roll his eyes. You chuckled at his exasperation. “Thanks for the offer but I’m married. And besides, I didn’t know you swing both ways now.”

“I don’t,” he replied shortly.

You grinned again. You walked around his little workshop—well, it was more of a plain generic garage, really. Phastos had no need for those human tools whenever he invented something; he just needed to wave and flick his hand and anything he had set his mind to would be made. Much like you with your powers, only yours were made of brilliant golden light and very limited to handheld weapons, or else they’d vanish once you let go of your fist.

“So, why do you need me here again? Other than to see me topless.” You turned to him, leaning back on a table as you watched him take his spot in the center of room.

“I want to perfect something,” he said. “You can keep your shirt on for the time being. This needs a bit of tweaking before I can have you try it.”

“What is it?” you asked, peering at the disassembled machine that hovered above the both of you.

“It’s… something,” he replied distractedly.

You smiled softly, letting him. Once Phastos was engrossed in his projects, it was impossible to pry his attention from it. You just walked about the place to entertain yourself, looking at the random stuff that were scattered everywhere. There were the usual home tools of grass cutters and wrenches and pliers, with the occasional wooden picture frame that was most likely Jack’s school project and a baking soda volcano took up a spot on the corner. There was a photo of Phastos’s family in one of the wonky frames and a photo of Jack and Ben tacked to the board. A table was cluttered with an unfinished project and another held a little birdhouse, half-painted. The whole room was messy, if not homey, and it looked really nice and domestic.

You turned to look at the little device Phastos was working on and neared it. “What’s it do?”

He shushed you. You made a face at your interruption and watched closely as he took a little piece of something to replace it with something in the something. Really, you had no idea what it was other than it was sleek, V-shaped, gold, and if you held it, would fit the length of your palm.

He did a little more of flicking and twisting and turning his hands before everything fell into place. The V-shaped machine floated before the both of you, bobbing in the air and likely waiting for Phastos’s next customizing.

“Ta-da.” he said with a beam, gesturing to the little item.

You looked at him expectantly, lips pursed. “Okay…?”

He sighed. “I don’t know why I bother with this family.”

“No, no!” You touched his arm, smiling apologetically. “I’d be as excited as you are if I only knew what it is.”

“These are your wings.” he said plainly and you had to blink before you processed his words.

“What?”

“Your wings. Since, you know, the whole fiasco at the beach years ago, I figured you’d want to fly again.” He looked rueful and shy and you knew he was apologetic for being the one to have urged you to try and temporarily blind Ikaris, but only to have your husband kill you for it by clipping your wings.

“It’s not your fault, you know. Ikaris was being a stupid ass then.” you said nonchalantly. “Plus, we needed to stop him from making more really stupid decisions.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Yes. Well.”

You watched him, smiling to yourself. All of the other Eternals tried not to talk about that time in the beach but you knew it was inevitable. It was part of all of your lives; a test to the bond they had as a family and a clarity for you as to why you were a guardian angel to the most annoying, most pain-in-the-ass Eternal there was. Everyone came out relatively unscathed then—well, you were brought back to life so that counted.

You circled the device, leaning in to look at the little etchings on it. The symbols were a mix of Ikaris’s and yours. “It’s too small to even lift me from the ground.” You looked up at Phastos, smiling bashfully. “I mean, thank you. I’m sure this is amazing but I don’t see how this would work.”

“It would need your cosmic energy to activate it.” he said. “It should only work with your energy signature so no one else could use it.”

“Okay.” Cool. “How do I activate it?”

“Put your mind to it.”

“That’s Druig’s thing,” you deadpanned.

He sighed. You only grinned at him. God, how you loved teasing and riling up everyone in the family.

“How do you usually use your wings? I’d assume you just put your mind to it, like you do when you think about picking up a cup with your hand or kicking a stone with your foot.”

You nodded. He was right on that. “One thing, though?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see the wings.”

“I don’t know what they look like,” Phastos said honestly. It was true; it had only been Ajak, Ikaris, Gil, and Druig who had seen your wings before they were cut off but they were the most magnificent wings you’ve ever seen.

You turned to him curiously. If Phastos could give you back the very same wings you had, you’d be eternally grateful. Pun intended.

“Are you going to remake them?” you asked gingerly. You did not want to hope. You’ve been used to being wingless for nearly a decade now. To have wings again was nothing short of a miracle.

“Well, you are.” he replied. “Like I said, put your mind to it.”

“Do you work for IKEA? Because your instructions are pretty vague just like their manuals.” You teased. “If I end up conjuring a black hole, it’s on you.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m joking.” You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you could. “Thank you, P. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Phastos patted your back and pulled away, smiling down at you. “So, let’s see how it is. Take your shirt off and turn back.”

You put your hand to the hem of your blouse but hesitated. You looked at Phastos unsurely, not knowing how to explain the many gash and slash marks that decorated your back.

“I’m not going to jump on you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Phastos said when he plucked the device from air.

“Damn. I thought I was hot as hell. Well, there goes my self-esteem,” you teased again. You lifted your shirt slowly, unsurely, and turned back, baring to him your long history with human violence.

“Y/N—”

You flinched at the piteous tone in his voice. You hated it when they pitied you. “It’s ugly, I know.”

“Do they still hurt?”

“No. Only to look at, though.” You cleared your throat. “Can I keep the front of my shirt on? You might see the hickeys on my boobs.” you joked.

You could almost see the frown on his face.

“Were you always this vulgar?” he asked.

“Seven thousand years of life and you expect me to be prudent and demure? Besides, Jack’s in school. I don’t think he can hear us.” You crossed your arms across your chest, covering yourself as you turned to him. “So, what’s next?”

“I’m assuming the two slanted patches of skin were where your wings were attached once?”

“Yeah, the only virgin angel parts in my whole body.”

He groaned. “Y/N, so help me god—”

You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous. You’re giving me wings. You’re making my dreams come true.”

He sobered, smiling softly at you. “It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for everyone.”

You shrugged. “Eh, it means a lot to me either way.”

Phastos turned and twisted his hands again, adding a bit more length to the device in his hands. He held it out for you to inspect. “Okay. I’m going to attach this to the base of your spine with these ends,” he gestured to the tops of the V, “connecting to where your wings were once. It should take a few seconds to read your cosmic energy signature before you could use it.”

“Is it going to electrocute me?” you asked as you turned your back to him again. “Because you’d probably forgotten but I’m made of some kind of organic material and I know I’m a good electric conductor.”

“It might sting a little but that’s only because I’m connecting it to your body. You don’t have to take it out ever again, even when you don’t use it.”

Cold, sharp metal tickled your lower back and the sudden sting of metal prongs digging in made you yelp out loud.

“Sorry,” you heard Phastos say.

“Is this permanently attached to me now? Like a classy tramp stamp?” you asked when you straightened.

As you were about to say another quip at your Inventor friend, you felt the surging of cosmic energy through you. It was a cold tingle that ran from the tips of your toes to the top of your head before settling in the two slanted spots of skin on your back. You felt it coming out of you, felt it take shape behind you and, with a bright surge of light, materialized into something that was concrete and familiar.

“Holy shit.”

.

You looked up at Ikaris, smiling when he placed your arms around his neck. You had arrived home just in time for him to come back from his errands and you both made quick work of dinner before coming up to your bedroom balcony. It had become a ritual, to come up there and watch the night sky as it got dark enough for him to fly the both of you.

“You still haven’t told me what Phastos wanted with you today, angel.” He nuzzled your nose with his, placing his hands on your waist and gently swaying you as if in a dance.

“What are you doing?” you asked, chuckling.

Above the both of you, the moon was big and red. A blood moon, you thought. Often it meant chaos and disruption but you found it fitting because it also meant change.

“Interrogating my wife.” he replied cheekily. “And dancing with her.”

You smiled. “I like the dancing part. The interrogation, I don’t think so.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours again. “It’s not much of an interrogation, anyway. You haven’t answered my question.”

You turned your head up and gently pecked his lips. “Why are you so interested to know?”

“You could be plotting something against me,” he teased against your lips.

“Please,” you said, offended. “I don’t need Phastos’s help for that. I’m perfectly fine plotting something against you on my own.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure.”

You grinned.

“Was that what you were doing?” he tried again, searching your face.

You winked and kissed his lips again. You felt him smile against you. You placed your palm on his cheek and pulled away to look at him.

“It’s nothing serious, if that’s what you’re worried about. All three of them are doing okay. Jack is doing amazing in school. He got great marks on his test about Greek history today.” you told him. “So, are you going to fly me tonight, lover, or do I have to play twenty questions with you first?”

You felt your feet lift from the floor of your balcony. Ikaris held you firmly by the waist, bringing you easily with him to the skies. You kept close to him, watching as the both of you moved closer to the moon. You passed by the buildings of the Chicago skyline and went through the clouds. You held out your hand, feeling the soft mist of the clouds as it passed though you. You both emerged from the largest collection of clouds, hovering above it as you saw an unobstructed view of the blood moon. Below you, Chicago and its neighboring cities twinkled like earthly stars.

“Beautiful,” you whispered as you looked at the sight before you.

“Yes, you are.” Ikaris whispered back at you.

You looked at him, smiling a soft smile before pushing yourself away from him to freefall back to Earth.

“Angel!” Ikaris yelled in panic, watching as he groped the air to catch you from falling.

You closed your eyes as the air rushed around you with your descent, wetting you with the water vapor held within the clouds. You missed this, missed freefalling back to the earth and flying just as you neared the skyline. You never attempted to do that with Ikaris; you always held on to him whenever he flew you across the city. But now, with Phastos’s invention…

“Y/N!”

You opened your eyes, seeing you were still in the clouds, but Ikaris was nowhere near you. Not seeing him would have scared you on any other occasion but today, you were fine with that. You were more than okay with it, actually, because you wanted to surprise him.

You closed your eyes once again as you activated the device Phastos made for you. The cosmic energy in you swirled deep in your belly; you imagined golden tentacles extending to the far reaches of your toes and your mind and pulling it towards your center before exiting your back. Your mind went back to the day you first saw your majestic wings, to your reflection on the water as it showed the golden lights between your magnificent white feathers of various sizes, and you felt the change in the cosmic energy as it molded itself after your memory.

“Angel! Y/N! Where are you!”

You breathed deeply. The rush of the air was back and it rung in your ears. You were out of the clouds now, out of hiding… and, opening your eyes, you gave a mighty flap of your new wings.

“Y/N—!”

You hovered before your husband, smiling softly as your wings flapped to keep you afloat.

The device had been able to bend your cosmic energy to make your wings; a golden outline of every apex and curve, of the large primary flight feathers to the smaller secondary control feathers, to mark the place where your once majestic and awesome wings were.

The only thing Phastos could not replicate were your feathers. He said that while it was possible to make them, it would be difficult to hide them back when you had no need of it. It would’ve been wonderful to have them again but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. So instead of those, more brilliant light filled the void of the outline. Your once white feathered wings were now made of radiant, golden, cosmic light. It shone brightly and brilliantly, like a beacon that surrounded and bathed you in its luminosity.

For the longest time, you were whole again.

“Angel,” Ikaris said reverently, eyes on your golden wings, a tear falling down his cheek.

You flew to him, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before taking his hand in yours. “Yes, my love. I’m an angel again.”

“How?”

“Phastos,” you said simply and it was explanation enough.

He swallowed and reached out to touch it. Your power buzzed and crackled as his finger traced the shape of your wings. His touch was airy and soft, nearly phantom-like but very much worshipful.

“It’s real,” he whispered.

You nodded and felt your own eyes burn with tears. It’s real, you thought to yourself. I’m flying on my own again.

“Angel,” Ikaris murmured achingly. “My Angel.”

Tears rolled down your cheek.

“I thought—I thought I’d never see you like this again.” He swallowed. His eyes continued to roam and watch your wings. “They’re as beautiful as I remember them.”

“They’re more beautiful now, Ikaris, because it’s made with the same cosmic energy that’s running through you, the same one you gave to me so I could live.” You told him. “You made it happen.”

He pulled your closer to him, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered with all emotion.

“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you for making me whole.”

You willed your wing to bend and caress the side of Ikaris’s face. The golden light illuminated his face and, in his eyes, you saw all the love he held for you. It was one and the same with the love you held in your eyes. He looked so beautiful bathed in your light, in the same brilliance that you shared with him.

“Ikaris?” you called after a while.

You both had flown hand in hand, cruising the skies as you watched the lights below you fade to black. It was nearly midnight and there was only a smattering of lights in the cities across the state, with some flickering until they died out. The moon moved higher in the sky, shining its redness down on the gray clouds. Against the backdrop of the blood moon, you looked like the Weeping Goddess that you were.

“Yes, angel?”

You watched his face; at the adoring expression he wore on it before you broke away from him. You grinned devilishly.

“Catch me if you can.”

And you soared the night.

[cdragons]

Truce Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Pairing(s): Ikaris x Persephone!Reader, Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader Word Count: 4.1k Prompt/Summary: Part 3 of Truce Miniseries! Warning: SMUTTY TOPICS (Ikaris is a horndog), Neurodivergent reader is neurodivergent, Hecate!Reader bestie is her own warning, Ikaris was kind of a douche (but he gets better), Phastos needs a raise and some aspirin Note: I cannot believe that I managed to update this miniseries so quickly, but my longer fics that forever to write out smh. ANYWAY, once again, thank you to the most wonderful beta reader a new fanfic writer can ask for in the history of everything, @valeskafics ! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia , my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site! If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

“Ikaris,” you breathily purred out, “come with me to my room.”

The second your lips touched the outer rim of his ear, and breathily whispered out your near silent command, Ikaris thought that he must have died and reached paradise. The idea of coming into your bedroom, alone with you, and with no risk of interruptions. He fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit at the idea. But in every fantasy that entered his mind, that took hold of his body every time you so much as smiled his way, it was you who initiated the coupling. The first thing he registered was the intense wave of your fragrance that overwhelmed his senses, followed by the thought of how the sight of your bed was begging him to throw you on top of the covers, and ravage you until the only word you could remember was his name.

In every reverie that his mind could possibly conjure, you would slowly strip yourself bare before shyly crawling to your bed and draping your figure with coverings. And after he would remove his own armor, he would remove the covers in order to witness you in all of your bare glory, before crawling on top of you. He would be patient with you, only holding you in his arms so that you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. No matter what, Ikaris wanted you to understand that while out of the two of you- he may have been the fighter, but it was you who held the power.

He would treat you with only the utmost tenderness and care that was necessary for an ethereal being such as yourself. He’d kiss you- softly, sweetly- taking in the memory of your lips pressed against his, before he would slowly make his way in devouring you. He often wondered if you tasted as sweet as you smelled. After taking his fill with your lips, he would lay kisses across your jaw, and down your neck until he would pause to take in the view of your perfect breasts.

Oh, to be able to hold your chest in his hands would be a dream come true. To mark your supple skin with his kisses would be his greatest dream. The idea of hearing you moan out his name was enough to get him hard. The only part of you that could rival the glory of your chest was the marvel of your perfect ass. Under no circumstances was there to be any space on your skin unblemished by his design, all leading that moment when he will find your clit, with hopes to find you soaked. And if you needed more stimulation, he would be more than happy to help you climax in any way; tongue, fingers, cock, his body was yours. He would not stop kissing, marking, and breathing in you until there was not a single part of your body that wasn’t completely and thoroughly loved by him.

Granted, when you told Ikaris to walk with you to your private quarters at the Domo, he probably should have known it was too good to be true that you would ever intend to be… “physical” with him.

But never in his wildest imagination would he have thought that the room conjoining your bed quarters would house such an impressive field hosting dozens of different kinds of fruits and vegetation, each having an impressive number of subspecies. Nor would he have expected to be in the position of harvesting said crops with you as you begin to talk his ear off about you design the crop, and what qualifications need to be met before you can properly introduce and integrate them to humanity’s budding culture. Ikaris tried his best to follow along, but the moment you uttered the words “sustainable agriculture” he was completely lost. But all hope in maintaining his composure was lost when you reached your grove of root vegetables. Due to some more deeply rooted than others, you had to crouch on your knees in order to gain a steady enough foundation to grip the crop by its stalk to pull it out, forcing Ikaris to test his willpower as he tried his best to not stare too long at the sight of your glorious backside.

And when the two of you moved on, he swore that he wasn’t imagining how tightly you’d grip his cock as he furiously took you from behind, or to have you crouch in front of him as you took his cock in your mouth, or to-

“Ikaris,” your voice brought him back to reality and away from his shameful imagination, “would you mind tasting these Morbus nigra for me? I can’t decide if I should make them sweeter.” You were standing in front him holding the dark fruit to his lips, its dark pigment staining your skin with its juices.

Ikaris’ Adam’s apple bobbed as he silently nodded in order to not voice his impulse to pin you down and ravish you with only the fruits of your labor and research as the witnesses to him worshipping you. Stiffly leaning down to eat the fruit, Ikaris’ tongue brushed against the tips of your purple-stained fingers. An explosion of tart and sweetness burst within his mouth, and Ikaris held his gaze to you as he gave his answer.

“…It’s perfect,” he replied, “once again you’ve outdone yourself, Sephia.”

Ikaris would have fought a thousand deviants alone if you could keep smiling the way you did now.

About 2 hours must have passed of you and Ikaris inspecting, harvesting, and taste-testing in your little paradise. It wasn’t until you were satisfied with the yield resulting from your and Ikaris’ efforts that you rushed Ikaris away to wash off the dirt in your private showers, and was instructed to meet you in the kitchen area of the Domo. And as Ikaris stood in your bathroom, stripping himself of his azure and gold armor, he couldn’t help but to take in all the details of the room’s interior. Each bedroom of the Domo was identical in both layout and furnishing, but as time passed, each Eternal started to leave subtle hints that hallmarked their individuality.

Assuming that your room would be neat and systemic, he was amazed to see the cartography of beautiful disorder and chaos from vines creeping up your walls, bundles of flowers hung to dry, tins of stones and pebbles covering the surface of your desk, and several heaps of bound paper filled to the brim with notes from past observations and hopes for future experiments scattered on the floor. To see the inside of your lodgings allowed him to look into your mind, to see a part of you that was so carefully tucked away from everyone else, and it was driving him mad.

Realizing that he was standing in the middle of your room naked, Ikaris retreated back to the bathroom to turn on the water and quickly washed off any evidence of dirt and sweat from his skin before he met up with you. He made sure to close his eyes to center himself. If he thought too long of how he was in your shower, and would use your soaps and oils to result in him smelling like you for the rest of the day, then he would be forced to rush his pleasure and your image deserved to be savored.

Redressing himself, Ikaris quickly walked over to your arranged location, and when he saw you standing behind the island counter, washing the vegetables, he could only stand in awe. While there wasn’t a time he hadn’t thought you weren’t beautiful. Ikaris was utterly enchanted at the sight of you now. Your body was slightly swaying to a tune you once heard at one of the many gatherings held in their honor. Unaware that you were humming, you were so focused on preparing your harvest that you hadn’t heard Ikaris enter the room. It seems that you also washed yourself, as evidenced by the messy bun with a few stubborn damp tendrils escaping and clinging to your brow. Your face was beautifully flushed, as he was sure as was the rest of you, despite being hidden by your Eternal’s uniform. You were the image of serenity and beauty.

Clearing his throat to gain your attention, you quickly turned around and flushed in embarrassment.

“Oh Ikaris,” you exclaimed, “I’m sorry, were you standing there for long?”

“No, I just got here,” he replied, “I’m sorry for taking so long, and you should have just let me use my own shower if you wanted to take one yourself.”

Waving your hand to dismiss him as you chuckled, “No, no, no! Don’t worry about that! I just showered in Kaety’s room! Besides it’s only fair considered how many times she’s used mine.”

…What? Why would- why would Kaetlyn- huh?

Furrowing his slight displeasure at this new knowledge, Ikaris quickly asked you to clarify, “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” You seemed genuinely surprised at his question, but you shrugged it off, “Phastos had to design 2 extra rooms because Kaety ended up making a secret lab for her dissections and practices out of her original room. She transformed the bed into a surgical table, filling the room with weird jars- which is how I ended up helping her with the preserving solution since the bodies would degrade so quickly- and it got to the point where Phastos ended up FAINTING when he accidentally walked into the room because Cerbie left the door open. Can you hand me a few of those Allium praecox, they’re the ones that look like big white spheres?”

“…But why did she use your shower?” Maybe it was stupid for Ikaris to feel so jealous at an event that happened so long ago, but he hated your friend more than ever now.

“Well, she and I ended up sharing my room because she transformed her bed, so we slept in the same bed and everything! And I love Kaety, but she smelled HORRIBLE after dealing with Deviants, so I always made her shower before coming to bed. She would be soaked in that blood- and I know that our uniforms are made of energy that allow them to clean and mend themselves, but the smell still stuck to her skin, her hair- there was even blood under her fingernails!”

Your body shuddered at remembering it before continuing, “So I made it kind of a rule that whenever you enter my room, you have to shower. Otherwise, you were barred from entering my room. Can you please pass me the Allium praecox now- oh, and the Allium sativum? They look like the Allium praecox, but they’re smaller, and look kind of lumpy. Anyway, Kaety ended up getting her own room and a lab, and then I kind of wanted an area that I could have full control over what I could grow- so, I ended doing the same thing but instead of blood, it was dirt.”

Head still screaming questions, Ikaris only silently handed you the bulbous vegetables as you continue with your tasks. For the rest of the time being, he just handed you whatever ingredients you needed, and observed you as you prepared everything to cook them. Watching you calmed his temper immensely, as he made sure to make minimal comments and only asking questions whenever there was something he was truly confused by. Soon, there was no speaking necessary as the two of you worked in amicable silence.

When Ikaris was focusing on mashing the Cicer arietinum into a smooth paste with the mortar and pastel per your instructions, you couldn’t help but take in the man beside you. You couldn’t believe how much he’s changed since you first acquainted yourself with him.

You were always aware of Ikaris since the moment you stepped off the Domo to first meet humanity, one couldn’t help but always be aware of him. Ikaris always had such a commanding presence, an attitude that demanded all attention from everyone in the same room as him- even the way he walked and stood screamed for attention.

From the beginning, it was obvious to you that he only pretended to try to get along with you so that he could gain Sersi’s affections. That was the other thing that made Ikaris so unbearable to you initially, his hubris. He had an inane talent of holding himself to such a high degree of competency that it baffled you whenever you saw someone as sweet as Sersi smiling and laughing with him. Sersi may not have been as close to you as Kaety, but you and her grew very close as you worked together in aiding humanity with their crops and developing their agriculture. As such, you saw it as your duty to warn her of Ikaris’ intentions, not wanting her to fall victim to such a pathetic man- no matter how much Ajak trusted him. Furthermore, it enraged you to no end how he would have the temerity to instruct YOU of all people on how to properly plant and harvest the crops YOU designed! He would even go out of his way to critique your reluctance in interacting with humanity, constantly comparing you to the other team members, mostly Sersi and himself. It was unbearable, and every time he would finish his “lecture,” you would lock yourself in your room to try to stop the cruel voices in your head that doubted you. Every time you saw him, your detest grew and grew until a boiling point had been reached, and the limits of your patience had passed the point of no return.

That was the day Ikaris thought it would be a good idea to publicly critique your behavior in front of the team, and question whether or not you were trying to hold them back with your inattentiveness and lack of commitment.

And that was the comment that broke the metaphorical camel’s back.

Not even Makkari was quick enough to stop you as you launched yourself to Ikaris, and delivered a slap with the most satisfying crack as a result of all of your strength being poured into it. You were done. If Ikaris had ever thought you to be a meek little flower before, that was officially over as you began to scream your anger at his deplorable behavior and complete lack of respect. You told him exactly how you felt every time: he wasted your time intruding on your duties to flirt with your friend, made snide comments of your crop designs and purpose, and would only pretend to be cordial to you whenever Sersi was looking, only to revert back to his neanderthal ways the second she turned away.

By the time you were done, you could feel your body vibrating with the adrenaline from your outburst. Ikaris- along with everyone else on the team- stood still and slack jawed at the event they just witnessed. Not wanting to risk the embarrassment from your impulsivity taking over, you quickly left the Domo to find a quiet place for your own thoughts. It was late at night, and so you quickly managed to find a private area of the gardens. But it wasn’t long until Kaet ended up finding you- as she always does, thank Arishem for that. She didn’t say a word as she laid by your side before she gathered you in her arms, and letting your head rest in the crook of her neck.

You loved so many things about Kaety- her courage, her intellect, her kindness and overwhelming empathy- but if there was anything you were grateful for, it was that she had the ability to understand you without the need for words. You knew she was proud that you stood up for yourself- that you finally defended yourself against your oppressor- but that wasn’t what you needed then. At that moment, your senses were going into overdrive. Your heart was beating so fast, and you just wanted everything but Kaety to disappear. Your brain felt so wired, but your body was beyond exhausted. Conjuring up a blanket, she covered the two of you as you let yourself simply feel- crying yourself to sleep as your best friend’s arms protected you from the rest of the world.

The sun rose from the west, the world still stood, and everything from the night before remained. You dreaded the idea of seeing the team, but Kaety knew you and her needed to return.

“Don’t you dare lower your head,” she told you, “don’t you dare let him take this from you.”

And so, with the both of you returning the starship, you refused to let yourself acknowledge the stares of everyone at you. Kaety was your steady boulder, stopping anyone who approached the two of you with just a single stare. The two of you managed to make it back to your room before you felt all the air leave your body as you sunk to the ground. Knowing that you haven’t even washed yourself after working in the fields yesterday, Kaet ordered you to take a long shower. She hadn’t even left the room as you did so, going so far as to tuck you into bed, assuring you that she will inform Ajak that you would take no visitors or interruptions. She even left a little part of her shadow to guard your entrance from the hall, giving it strict instruction to inform her immediately if anyone so much as tried to knock on your door.

The next few weeks went by with your mind in a slight haze. Druig and Phastos congratulated you for standing up to Ikaris, along with promising protection should their leader’s second-in-command attempt to say anything about you behind your back. You and Phastos had always been very close to one another, as you always liked to ask questions about his inventions, and made sure to offer encouragements whenever Ajak had to reject them for being too advanced- but Druig was a surprise.

While you and the telepath were well-acquainted with one another due to the other’s relationship with Kaetlyn, you and him were never truly close. However, your outburst changed that, opening a doorway to a strange, but comforting friendship a bit similar to the one you shared with Phastos. 

You were worried about Sersi, as you enjoyed your time with her and didn’t want things to be awkward with the two of you. So, you were shocked when you saw her apologize to you for missing all the signs of Ikaris’ inappropriate behavior. You dismissed all of her worries, assuring her that she was not to blame for Ikaris being himself. Luckily, it was as if nothing had changed- a huge comfort to you to say the least.

All was peaceful within the team until Ikaris would approach you to “apologize.” An attempt that would always result in you ignoring him, refusing to give the neither the satisfaction nor the time of day. It wasn’t until he declared that you were acting like a child for not even seeing that he was doing his best to make amends. But you quickly shut him down, outright stating that he had done nothing to show his remorse, and that you had better things to do than to waste your time on someone who thought himself a leader, but couldn’t even admit his own mistakes. You pushed past him, thinking that was the final attempt, and Ikaris would forever remain the man with too much pride and not enough humility to gain your respect.

But despite all your doubts, Ikaris proved himself capable of admitting his own mistakes, and showed genuine remorse and actively changed his behavior. He would no longer approach you with such haughty behavior, and would genuinely ask for your help when he had trouble understanding something. He would no longer try to deflect whenever you pointed out a mistake, and would be patient in your explanation. And try as hard as you did, you couldn’t help but see Ikaris in a different light. You forgave him, and you were so glad to at this moment.

Still staring at him, you took in all his features with keen observation. While Kaet still insistently compared the flying Eternal’s physical features to a sight less pleasant than having a Deviant’s gonads shoved in your face, you could admit that the man before was an extremely handsome one. Despite all his bravado and apparent confidence, you could more than understand why so many female humans were enamored at the sight of him. Even you occasionally couldn’t help but admire Ikaris’ deep blue eyes, eyes that were staring back at you at this very moment.

“Something on my face?” He asked with a raised brow that only further highlighted his sharp features. You blinked for a bit.

“Sorry, I was just thinking that you are very handsome.” You revealed with a straight face.

Not bothering to hide the pleased expression on his face with a light tint of red on his cheeks, Ikaris turned his body to fully face you.

“Handsome, am I?” He smugly asked, “Careful Sephia, you might risk filling my ego if continue those sweet words.”

Now it was your turn to blush.

“Oh, come off it,” you snarked as you rolled your eyes, “don’t bother to pretend you don’t know how the women always clamor to get your attention at every gathering since we first came here.”

“I assure you I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do you scoundrel.”

“Scoundrel?” Ikaris mocked, “Do you really think this face belongs to that of a scoundrel?”

“Yes, it absolutely does” you replied- before pretending to be deep in thought, “Your face shows me that you are about...48% scoundrel- no wait, now it’s 67% because of that smirk.”

Eyebrows lifted and lips tucked in, Ikaris closed his eyes and gave a deep nod- if only to show that he took your 67% scoundrel assessment very seriously. Seeing him like that must have pleased you, as you began to smile.

“You know,” you began, “you should smile a lot more. It makes you look more approachable, and maybe Kaety wouldn’t give you such a hard time if she saw you like I’m seeing you now.”

Ikaris stood there, contemplating what you just said. It wasn’t that he was incapable of showing his vulnerable sides, you just had that natural ability to bring out the parts of himself that he hadn’t thought were there to begin with- maybe, it was a gift that only you possessed. But at the mention of your friend’s name, Ikaris suddenly remembered why he sought out your company in the first place.

“Sephia,” he began- lowering his voice a bit to steel himself, “about you and Kaetlyn- I just wanted-”

He couldn’t even finish his question at the sight of your full attention at him. Not wanting to ruin all the mood, he decided that he would just leave it for another time.

“I wanted to let you know that- I’m glad,” he ended up stating, “I’m glad that Kaetlyn is someone you can always rely on- even if she and I don’t get along, it makes me happy to know that you’ll always be safe with her around.”

Unable to hide how touched you were by his words- knowing fully well how little he and Kaet got along- you flung yourself to Ikaris, wrapping your arms around his neck, and gave him the biggest hug like you have only ever given to Kaety. And although he was a bit caught off-guard, Ikaris gladly reciprocated your embrace, burrowing his face in your shoulder, bliss filling his entire frame.

“Ikaris,” you whispered, “you have no idea how much that means to me.”

The two of you stood there for a few more minutes before you unwrapped yourself from him, and immediately resumed cooking. Although no words were exchanged, there was a lightness and warmth added to the atmosphere of the room that was not there before. Soon enough, the two of you finished and set the dishes on the counter before tucking into your well-deserved meal.

“…Did Phastos really faint after seeing Kaetlyn’s room?”

“YES! Oh, it was so funny- well, at least to Kaety, but I admit that she may have gone too far when she placed his body on top of her surgery table, and put on a deviant’s skull and stood over him when he woke up- he ended up fainting all over again!”

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[fic-finders]

What’s your favorite fics to read over and over again

wow ok this is going to be a lot so sit back, relax, and enjoy the fics lol

(I feel like there is more but I can’t find them)

Bucky Barnes

ONE SHOTS: 

Oral Fixation by @boxofbonesfic

Body talk by @boxofbonesfic

Merciless by @buckycuddlebuddy

At Least I’ll Have Me by @buckyxplumsss

There Has Been a Misunderstanding by @touchstarvedirl

Through the Year by @punani

You’re a What Now by @floatingpetals

To Build a Home by @fanficimagery (warning! you will fucking have a mental breakdown reading this. I sobbed for days)

What the Fuck Did You Do by @sunmoonandbucky

Clockwork by @aries-writingblog

Tell Me Which Is Worse (Living or Dying First) by @nightowlwriting

Torture by @just-dreaming-marvel

SERIES:

The Old man’s Grocery Order by @yarnforbrains

Something More by @tellmealovestory

It’s a Deal by @justreadingfics

Harmless by @shurisneakers

To Be a God Or a Hero by @spiderbitchspiderbitch

Nostalgia for the New by @real-jane

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

The Price of Truth by @cloneswars

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by @ursulaismymiddlename

3B by @softlybarnes

Bad Match by @justreadingfics

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

In The Embers by @foreverindreamlandd

If I Could Fly by @buckyys-doll

None Like You by @bonky-n-steeb

Maple Syrup Memories by @kinanabinks

Spill It by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Couldn’t Be Me by @drunken-imagines

I Won’t Give Up by @christycurlswrites

It Never Ends by @chouettedubois

The Mess by @sanguineterrain

Henry Cavill

ONE SHOTS:

You & I by @buckyownsmylife

Command and Obey by @wanna-do-bad-things

Dumbass Cat by @angelic-kisses13

Achey Thighs by @jadegrey711

Leave Me, but Don’t Leave Me by @buckysgoldenheart

For Auld Lang Syne by @daydreaming-in-letters

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher by @mel-the-fangirl

SERIES:

The One With the One Night Stand by @angywritesstuff

The One With the Advent Calendar by @angywritesstuff

Geralt of Rivia

ONE SHOTS:

Sorry Not Sorry by @thefanbasewhore

Vixen by @c-a-v-a-l-r-y

Leaving For Good by @cap-n-stuff

Jasker’s Plan by @anna-pixie

Sex Pollen by @clareguilty

A Jealous Man by @cap-n-stuff

Found by @kh-ael

Maneater by @thewritingdoll

SERIES:

Henry!Sherlock Holmes 

ONE SHOTS:

Jealously by @cinebration

Emotionalism by @cinebration

What I mean by @cinebration

Impressed by @cinebration

It’s Alright Darling by @thebadboyfanclub

The Only Women by @writingfortoomanyfandoms

SERIES:

Richard Madden

ONE SHOTS:

Or Else My Heart Consealing It Will Break by @rocketrhap3000

Eternal(ly Yours) by @ikaris-whore

Fighting Temptation by @ikaris-whore

SERIES:

Snapshot by @beananacake

Ikaris

ONE SHOTS:

Regrets by @girl-of-many-fandoms

Try by @thatfangirl42

When You Love Something, You Protect It by @ashc-from-ao3

Dead By Deviants by @starshipsofstarlord

Cruel Lover by @defaulttwig

SERIES:

Savior by @beananacake

Wayward Devotion by @ava-kedavra

Chis Evens

ONE SHOTS:

SERIES:

The Prenup by @vannybarber

Ransom Drysdale

ONE SHOTS:

Say It by @stargazingfangirl18

SERIES:

I Trust[ed] You by @likeahorribledream

The Assistant  by @trillian-anders

A List of Authors Whose Masterlist is Something I Binge Frequently 

@agentofbarnes Masterlist

Zee’s AUs literally bring me to life. My favorites of hers is; The Barnes au, Hacker’s Heart au, Dewdrop au, and Young & Free au! But every single work in her masterlist is amazing and a must read!

@angrythingstarlight Masterlist

I fricking love Star’s writing! The amount of feels she makes me feel when I read her writing! My personal favorite is her Biker au. I love how everything connects with each other and the plot! The plot is amazing!

@wkemeup Masterlist

Ok, listen, call me overdramatic but Kas’s writing is a work of art. The way she develops characters, plots and how she connects everything together is amazing. You get sucked in the world that she wrote and can get lost in there forever. My personal favorites are Graveyard & Sacrifice,The Witness, By Any Other Name, Delicate Edges, Suburbia, Behind the storm, and that is just naming a few.

@pellucid-constellations Masterlist

Kathie’s writing style unique, I can read a fic without looking at the author’s name and know its her. Kathie has drawn me in with every single work she put out. It’s so hard to choose my favorite but I love it when she writes for college!au bucky. Everyone must check her out, literally reading her masterlist is part of my daily routine.

@metalbuckaroo Masterlist

My goodness, where do I start? Darcy first grabbed my heart with her series Sweet Pea but once I started I could not stop. Her writing is fun, entertaining, wholesome but she can also break your heart in a dozen of pieces; like with her two parter (soon to be three) fic For the Best. Another fic that I normally read first when I binge her masterlist is The Bet.

@babyboibucky Masterlist

Bee is an amazing writer. She almost always have the holy trinity (smut, fluff, and angst) I love every piece of writing she has done but my personal favorites of The Match and Project V.

@babycap Masterlist

Devon has amazing writing skills. I love how she takes shows/movies or books and create her own little story with it. She goes in depth with all the feels and makes me honestly tear up at times. Some of my favorites are Not Other Shade of Blue, Security Deposit, and Just a Glimmer.

@littlefreya Masterlist/Drabble Masterlist

I’m new to the Henry Cavill plus his characters fandom but one of the first writers I have ever read for Henry was @littlefreya. Her writing is fun and exciting. I always look forward to read her stuff. Plus her smut is a A+, in my book. I don’t think I can choose my favorites as I love everything on her masterlists.

@mcubrunette Masterlist

Almost immediately after I watched eternals I went and search for Ikaris x reader fics. Thats went I read Fly Baby for the first time and was memorized. Since then @mcubrunette has added more fics and I have been loving every single one. If you want your heart to squeal, this masterlist is the one for you.

@cruelfvkingsummer Masterlist 

I fricking love Tia’s blog! Not only is her writing amazing but I am in love with her theme! Her masterlist is unique and really fun. But her writing is where its really at. The way she writes her story lines is phenomenal and I look forward for more to come.

[druigswhores]

gold rush | masterlist

summary: in which druig found himself falling for the gentle soul who was known as the goddess of human love and flowers.

pairing: druig x fem!eternal reader

a/n: based on the eternals movie so will include major spoilers, the love interest is roughly based on the greek goddess antheia, will include angst, fluff and perhaps smut! add yourself to the taglist if you want to be notified whenever i update the series!

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“They’ve began to call you Antheia, you know.” He chuckled softly, ocean blue eyes staring out of the window, admiring the view below the domo whilst gently twirling the stem in between his calloused fingers.

“What?” She questioned “But that’s not even close to my true name?” Gazing at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as she watched his fingers brush against the individual petals.

“It means flower, my love. Personally I think it’s quite fitting.” He paused, handing the flower to her, fingers grazing against her own, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

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last updated: saturday 22nd january 2022

CURRENT STATUS on hiatus

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PROLOGUE

the hands of fate.

frustrating, intoxicating, complicated.

loved you in secret.

clandestine meetings and stolen stares

grieving for the living

heroes die all alone.

for you, i would ruin myself

wounded the good, trusted the wicked.

the one who burned us.

flying ‘til the bones crush

ONESHOTS

my petal

as the world caves in

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭

Pairing: Druig x (f) Reader x Ikaris

Summary: you’re dating Ikaris, but Druig is obsessed with you, always flirting and telling you how much better he is than Ikaris. One day Ikaris finally snaps and tells Druig to prove it… (I won’t lie there’s really not too much plot here lmao)

Warnings: smut, Dom!Ikaris, Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!Druig, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), threesome (m+m+f), penetrative sex (m+f), anal sex (m+m), overstimulation / multiple orgasms, creampie, bit of cockwarming, minors DNI

A/N: inspired by @murdicks who commented on my Sub!Druig threesome post a little while ago, fucking hell Flo this idea had me feral, I just had to write it!! Hope you guys like this💀🖤💫✨

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Morning” Druig drawls. “You have a fun night?” He taunts darkly.

“Morning” Druig drawls. “You have a fun night?” He taunts darkly.

It doesn’t take a genius to know he’s referring to probably having overheard you and Ikaris in bed last night.

Ikaris just scoffs, “yes, it was lovely thanks” his dark wit matching Druig’s.

Druig cocks his head to the side, his mouth quirking to the side with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure it was. For you” he chuckles. “But I have to say, from y/n’s perspective, it sounded… mediocre” Druig’s eyes darken, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

You feel Ikaris physically bubble over with anger and you squeeze his hand tightly, your best attempt to restrain him.

“If you ever wanna really have a good time, y/n, you just call on me” he drawls, winking at you.

Ikaris moves to step forward, aggression radiating throughout his body.

“Ikaris don’t” you plead, grabbing his bicep with your free hand, attempting to hold him in place.

Druig simply laughs darkly to himself.

“Oh, where’s your sense of humour, Ikaris?” Druig taunts with a smirk plastered to his face.

Ikaris is seething beside you; you can feel the tension and the anger radiating through his hand where it was held tightly in yours.

“My sense of humour doesn’t apply when you’re flirting with my girlfriend” Ikaris bites back.

Druig just laughs darkly, his lips twisting into a smirk.

“It’s just a bit of fun” Druig shrugs.

Then he locks eyes with you, his face somehow even more smug than before.

“But in all seriousness darling, if you ever wanna know what it’s like to be with a real man, you let me know” he winks again, his mouth hanging open cockily.

“Alright enough” Ikaris’ sudden sharp tone takes both you and Druig by surprise.

"If you really think you’re so much better than me, why don’t you prove it hmm? Why don’t you fuck her Druig, show her what you’re capable of” Ikaris challenges, stepping up towards Druig, their chests nearly pressed together as they stare each other down.

Druig stares at Ikaris uncertainly, a flicker of confusion and concern sweeping his face briefly before he composes himself again. He scoffs lightly, brushing off Ikaris’ words as nothing more than a joke to get back at him. It was now Ikaris’ turn to cock his head smugly.

“Oh, I’m serious Druig. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and show y/n just how good you are, show her you really are better than me” Ikaris’ voice is laced with venom.

You can see Druig’s facade start to crack, a small panic creeping into the edges of his face. You feel the dominance settle in Ikaris’ chest, overshadowing Druig’s cockiness. Druig’s façade starts to crumble, his eyes widening.

“Let’s go” Ikaris barks a harsh command, spinning around and heading back towards your shared room.

He stops after a few paces, turning to see a bewildered Druig still stood blankly in place.

“I said let’s go, Druig” he almost shouts.

Druig nods once feebly before quickly padding to follow the two of you, his head bowed already. You and Ikaris share a smug look, it had taken less than you thought to break Druig’s cocky front.

You enter your room, ushering Druig in after you. He stands awkwardly in front of the two of you, his hands fiddling nervously.

A small squeak of surprise leaves Druig when Ikaris suddenly grabs his jaw in his hand, his fingers digging roughly into Druig’s cheeks.

“What? Nothing to say now?” Ikaris teases. Druig just stares wide-eyed.

“Good. Because you’re not going to do anymore talking, understood? You’re just going to do as you’re told.”

Druig nods again when Ikaris lets go of his jaw.

“Good, then let’s get started” Ikaris smirks, placing a quick kiss to your temple.

Ikaris shrugs off his shirt and pants, leaving him naked, his cock already half hard.

Ikaris then smirks at you, encouraging you to follow suit. You shed yourself of your own shirt, swiftly followed by your bra. The look on Druig’s face at your sudden exposed breasts already has waves of anticipation rolling through your body. His eyes are a mixture of awe and pure hunger. His eyes only grow darker with lust when you shimmy out of your jeans and panties, leaving yourself completely naked under Druig’s gaze. Ikaris moves to stand behind you. One of his hands snakes around your waist, his large hand lying flat against your stomach. His other hand moves to wrap around your throat, tilting your head up, pushing your chest out forward, your back against his bare chest. An audible groan leaves Druig’s lips as he looks at you.

“Mmm beautiful, isn’t she?” Ikaris whispers huskily, his breath hot against your ear, but you know his eyes are trained on Druig’s.

“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” Druig breathes.

You smile affectionately at him. But Ikaris’ grip tightens around your throat.

“I said no talking from you, remember?” He says pointedly at Druig, who again just nods.

“Your turn baby boy, show me what I have to look forward to” you finally speak, biting your lip in anticipation.

You and Ikaris had known for a while that there was more behind Druig’s constant flirting and teasing with you. You knew that this really was what he wanted. And well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious yourself.

A small shuddering sigh leaves Druig as he slowly pulls off his own shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath. You bite your lip even harder; he was more toned than you’d thought. Perhaps not as hard and rigid as Ikaris, but strong, nonetheless. You allow your gaze to rake over his body as he finally gets to undoing his jeans. He pulls them and his boxers off swiftly in one go. You can’t help the moan that passes your lips as you take in his fully naked form. Even only semi-hard he was impressive, his cock thick and girthy, his length matching that of Ikaris’ you noted. Definitely more than you were expecting, and you could feel your cunt fluttering just at the sight of it. You even feel Ikaris’ cock stir against your ass as he, too, takes in Druig’s surprisingly impressive physique.

“Hmm I like what I see, don’t you baby?” You hum, your head titling back towards Ikaris but your eyes never leaving Druig.

Ikaris just scoffs quietly.

“Well, we’ll just have to see if he knows how to use it. But first” Ikaris pauses for a brief moment. “Get on your knees, Druig. You’ll start by showing y/n what you can do with that sharp tongue of yours. But only your tongue. No other touching. Understood?” Ikaris commands.

Druig nods meekly, slowly sinking to his knees in the middle of the floor.

“Good boy” Ikaris mocks as he guides you by the hand over to where Druig waits patiently.

“Go ahead babe, let him have a little taste” Ikaris smirks.

You cock one leg up, draping it over Druig’s shoulder, opening yourself up to him. You relish the groan that escapes him as he finally gazed upon your glistening cunt. You reach down to grip Druig’s face in your hand, your thumb running over his bottom lip as he looks at you with pathetic puppy-dog eyes.

“Go on baby, show me what you can do with that cheeky tongue of yours” you release his jaw, pushing your hips forward until you feel his nose on your pelvic bone.

Druig wets his lips before he delves into your cunt. He licks up your entire slit, his tongue rolling over your hole and then your clit. Even just the first lick has you jolting in pleasure. You’re unstable hovering on just one leg but luckily Ikaris takes his place behind you, letting you lean your back into his chest, holding you steady and keeping you upright.

Your one hand holds onto Ikaris’ forearm which is wrapped around your stomach again. Your other hand finds its way into Druig’s soft hair, gripping it tightly. Druig moves his tongue expertly against you. He alternates between flicking, lapping, and sucking at you, waves pleasure rolling through your body as your hips start to rut against his face.

“Tell me how it feels” Ikaris commands in your ear.

You falter for a second. Ikaris was good, he definitely knew how to please you. But fuck, there was just something so particular about the way Druig was working his tongue on you. It was controlled and deliberate, like he knew exactly how to work your body. Ikaris was more rushed and sloppy, he always made you cum, but it never quite felt like this. You decide your best option is to just avoid voicing direct comparisons out loud, instead just focusing on praising Druig.

“Ugh, he feels really good Ikaris” you moan, your voice cracking as Druig speeds up his movements, your praise spurring him on. “He’s living up to that attitude of his” you half moan and half giggle as pure bliss takes over you.

“Oh, he feels so fucking good baby” you arch forwards over Druig’s face as you feel your orgasm break over you.

“Ah fuck” you cry as Druig lets you ride out your high, his tongue working in time with your hips as they slowly start to reduce their grinding pace.

You collapse against Ikaris, letting him support your weight. Druig sits back on his heels, looking up at you expectantly, his chin glistening with your slick. You pull your leg off his shoulder, looking down at him with a warm smile. You grab his chin again, but gently this time. You run your thumb over his lips again, collecting your own juices before you push your thumb back into his mouth, encouraging him to suck on your finger.

“Mmm you did so good babyboy” you coo.

“But we’re not done yet” Ikaris taunts darkly. “Get up” he jerks his head at Druig.

Druig obeys quickly.

“Time to show y/n if you really are as good of a fuck as you say are” Ikaris grins savagely.

Ikaris takes your hand and guides you over to the bed. You lie down on your back, propped up on your elbows. You then catch Druig’s eyes again before you slowly spread your legs open, your knees bent. You and Ikaris both chuckle at the pathetic moan that leaves Druig’s throat as he takes in the sight of you, his cock twitching where it stands painfully hard in front of him.

“Well, go on then” Ikaris snaps. Druig looks almost scared by the invitation.

“Come on baby, come show me what that big cock of yours can do. Don’t leave me waiting” you coo softly, encouraging him.

It works because Druig swiftly walks over to the foot of the bed, his hands running up your thigh until they find purchase on your hips. He groans and bits his lip as he looks down you. He then quickly glances to the side, his eyes searching Ikaris’. Ikaris gives him a quick and curt nod, telling him to get on with it.

Druig then looks again at you and you can see in his eyes he’s seeking permission. All that cockiness, that bravado, melted away as he was suddenly stood completely naked and vulnerable in front of you, silently begging to be allowed inside you. You nod at him, opening your legs up even further, inviting him in.

He pulls you forward by your hips, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed. Druig wraps your legs around his waist. He then grabs his impressive dick in one hand, pumping himself a couple of times before running his head through your folds, collecting a mixture of your wetness and his spit. You shiver in anticipation and moan as his tip runs over your clit. You then gasp sharply as he suddenly breaches your entrance. You knew from the look of him he was big. But only now, as he pushes himself slowly inside you, could you really appreciate just how girthy he was.

“Ah shit” you cry out, your eyebrows creasing together as he stretches you open, a slight burn settling between your thighs. “Oh, fuck Ikaris he’s huge, it almost hurts” you mewl.

A smile settles itself on Druig’s lips at the thought, the tiniest semblance of that cocky attitude returning. You hear Ikaris moan in response to your words and look over to see him pumping himself where he stood next to the bed, watching as Druig starts to move his hips against you. Druig starts slow, letting you adjust to his size; he pulls almost all the way out, leaving only his tip inside you, before pushing back in, bottoming out inside you again. The burn stings, but it’s delicious in its own way. Your back starts to arch already, your body alight with the new sensation of Druig’s cock moving against your tight walls. He’s definitely thicker than Ikaris, perhaps not quite as long, but fuck he was still hitting every sweet spot inside you. You swear you could see stars already. This boy was cocky but you were quickly learning that he had good reason to be. Even at the slow pace he was moving at now, it was sensational, your walls already fluttering around him.

But clearly it wasn’t enough for Ikaris.

“Come on Druig, even I think you can do better than that. Fuck her like you mean it” Ikaris drawls darkly, a grunt sounding from him as he begins to pump himself faster.

Druig groans loudly. He looks down at you, a sweaty and breathless mess beneath him. You nod at him lightly, silently telling him it was okay, that he could be rougher with you, that you wanted him to. He sees the pure lust in your eyes, and it just triggers something in him. He suddenly picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours harshly, his fingers digging painfully into your skin.

Your moans are jagged and uneven as your entire body jerks with the force of Druig fucking into you with all his speed and strength. His grunts are mixed with pants where his head lies in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin.

You hear a grunt to your right and look over at Ikaris again, who’s now got another smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s better” he encourages Druig. “Give it to her Druig, fuck her like you’ve always wanted to.”

Druig groans again and lifts his head to look you as he continues to thrust harshly into you. Both of your lips parted in pleasure, your breaths mixing where his mouth is only an inch away from yours.

You’re suddenly struck by just how beautiful Druig is. His brows are furrowed, sweat sticking his hair to forehead, a slight reddening in his cheeks. His pale blue are somehow dark with the want, the need, to please you. There’s a complexity in Druig’s beauty, you think, a uniqueness to it. Perhaps he’s not attractive in the stereo-typical way that Ikaris is. His beauty is deeper than that, and you loved it even more. Your mind is spinning from the pleasure that he’s fucking into your body, but you have just enough sanity to focus on the way he’s looking at you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Kiss me” you suddenly breathe.

Druig’s brow furrows deeper but you don’t give him time to think; you push up and smash your lips onto his desperately. He groans into your mouth almost immediately, allowing you to push your tongue into his mouth, sliding it over his own. He kisses you back fervently, his lips moving against your own like they’d known each other for years. His lips are soft and warm, the taste of his sweat mixed with your slick and lingering spearmint. It almost makes you dizzy. You almost completely forget about your actual boyfriend who’s right next to you, jerking himself off at the sight of another man inside you.

You start to feel your body burn up with pleasure, a fire settling in your lower belly. Your entire body tightens, your muscles coiling as you feel yourself reach the precipice of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Druig” you cry into his mouth. “Oh, I’m gonna cum” you mewl, throwing your head back, your eyes screwing shut, your toes curling where they were pushing into Druig’s lower back.

The coil snaps, the fire spreading throughout your whole body, your orgasm rocking through you, your body convulsing under Druig. He lets out something like a sob into your chest as your cunt clenches around him repeatedly. You look up again to see the restraint on his face as he keeps thrusting into you; he’s making sure you ride out your orgasm before he even thinks about letting go himself. You reach up again and stroke his face with shaky hands.

“Shh let go baby, let go” you murmur.

And his resolve finally breaks. He lets out another sob-moan hybrid as his hips stutter, his brutal pace finally faltering as you feel his thick cock pulse inside your tight walls. His forehead comes to rest against yours as he pants through his own high, his eyes meeting yours again. For a movement all that exists is you and Druig, your breathes mixing, your sweaty foreheads pressed together, his body pressed flush against yours.

It’s only when Ikaris speaks again that you’re brought out of your reverie.

“Yeah, she feels fucking amazing when she squeezes you like that huh?” He grunts.

Your eyes shift to his hand as he steadily decreases his pace, his movements slowing down where he was previously furiously pumping his cock. His cock is red and swollen, pre-cum leaking from the tip, his forearm coarse with the flexed muscles. You can tell he brought himself close to the edge but stopped before he actually finished.

“So how was he?” Ikaris saunters closer to the bed.

“S’good” you just about manage to exhale. Your hands are absent-mindedly stroking Druig’s back where he’s now collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your chest. You can feel his cock starting to soften inside you, his cum slowly leaking out you and onto the bed beneath.

“Yeah? Well, I hope he doesn’t think we’re finished yet” Ikaris taunts Druig, bringing his face level with his, gripping Druig’s jaw in his hand, lifting him roughly off your chest. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to be fucked by me. Just so you never doubt my skills again in the future.”

Druig audibly gulps as the prospect, causing Ikaris to chuckle darkly. Ikaris moves to stand behind Druig. You watch, your pussy practically clenching over Druig’s semi-soft cock again already. Just watching the two of them was intoxicating. Ikaris runs a hand along Druig’s arm, his fingers brushing up from his wrist, up to his shoulder, until Ikaris finds purchase on his neck. He holds Druig in place by his neck, just as he was holding you not so long ago. You can see the shiver that runs through Druig as Ikaris reaches between their bodies, grabbing his cock and running it between Druig’s cheeks. Ikaris then spits down onto his dick, rubbing himself a few times, using his own saliva and precum as lube. You then see Druig’s body stiffen as Ikaris’ hips push forward, his cock stretching open Druig’s tight hole. Druig lets out almost a painful moan, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, threatening to buckle underneath him. He looks up to you with pleading eyes, pain etched on his face, another grunt of pain leaving his lips.

“Shh baby shh” you coo, reaching up to cup his face in yours again. “You can take it; you’re doing so well baby. You can take him” you pepper his face with kisses. He and Ikaris grunt in sync as Ikaris finally bottoms out inside him. Ikaris’ grunt is mixed with a harsh bark of laughter as he towers over Druig who had all but collapsed into your chest again. Ikaris starts to move his hips, fucking into Druig who remained a whimpering mess on top of you. You can feel Druig start to harden inside you again, his grunts of pain turning into groans of pleasure as Ikaris hits that spot inside him.

Then a surprised cry sounds from Druig as Ikaris suddenly brings his hand down harshly onto Druig’s ass, spanking his skin sharply.

“Keep fucking her Druig” he bites through clenched teeth.

Druig just nods his head in submission, lifting himself slightly. He begins to move his hips against you again, his cock finding home against your sweet spot with each thrust. He hits impossibly deep inside you, pushed deeper by the momentum of Ikaris bucking his hips behind him. Slowly but surely Druig starts to pick up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with more speed and fervour, more confidence. You let moans fly free from your lips, encouraging Druig’s actions.

Druig bucks his hips into yours, fucking you roughly whilst simultaneously fucking himself on Ikaris. Ikaris’ hands are gripping Druig’s hips tightly, helping guide his hips both against himself and against you. Druig has one hand on your hip, the other is just beside your head, holding him up above you. You can tell Druig is almost overwhelmed by it all, his face the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. You run your hands over his face, his neck, soothing him as best you could.

“You’re doing so well baby boy, keep going. You’re making me feel so good” you praise him, a moan causing your voice to crack on the last sentence.

The quiet of the room is overtaken by the sound of slapping skin, the squelch of your pussy as Druig’s cum leaks out of you as he pumps into you again and again. Your moans are almost covered by the sound of both Druig and Ikaris grunting. Ikaris’ face is twisted with pleasure, mixed with a kind of smugness. He was relishing seeing Druig a whimpering mess under his dominance. He barks another harsh laugh.

“Mmm, how’s that feel Druig?” He spanks Druig’s ass again, causing him to rut deeply into you. “You still doubting my skills huh?”

Drug just mewls and shakes his head limply. A cocky smile takes over Ikaris’ face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he drawls, his breathing heavy.

“Uh fuck, you boys feel amazing” you sigh deeply, your entire body once again alight with pleasure. You could feel that you were slightly sensitive from your first two orgasms, but you almost didn’t care. You were so wrapped up in the moment, watching yourself get fucked by Druig; watching him get fucked by Ikaris. From the sounds of Druig’s groans and the blinding pace set by Ikaris you could tell they were both close. And so were you. You knew neither of them were going to let themselves finish until you had. Your moans reach an impossible pitch as you feel that band snap in your core again, your pussy convulsing around Druig, your whole body jerking with the pleasure. Your back arches and you push up into Druig’s chest, your thighs trembling, and you swear you can see stars blur your vision.

“Yeah, that’s it, good boy” Ikaris grins behind Druig.

Ikaris then grabs Druig’s hair, pulling him back roughly, causing him to arch his back painfully.

“Good boy” Ikaris repeats. “Now you can cum again” he breathes hotly into Druig’s ear as his hips snap into him harshly.

Druig lets out his loudest moan yet. Ikaris pushes himself deeply into Druig, and from the sound that Druig makes you know he’s hit that special spot inside him. Druig’s face contorts with pleasure, his mouth hanging open, his eyebrows creased, eyes squeezed shut. He arches his back, curving back into Ikaris as he cums again. You moan again as you feel his cock pulse within your sensitive walls, even more of his hot liquid spilling inside you.

Ikaris quickly follows suit, taken over the edge by Druig’s tight hole pulsing over his dick. Ikaris lets out a loud and satisfied grunt as his hips still, his own release filling up Druig. Ikaris rides out his orgasm, rutting into Druig a few more times before finally stopping, an almost evil look of smugness on his face. He lets out a harsh scoff before releasing Druig’s hair, practically throwing him back down on top of you.

He pulls out of him harshly, a pathetic whimper sounding from Druig, the noise getting lost in the skin of your chest as he buries his head in you again. Ikaris walks to your side and collapses on the bed next to you, laying on his back, revelling in his own satisfaction. Druig stays on top of you for a little while and you let him, feeling his cock once again go soft inside you. You just stroke his back, his hair, his face, kissing the top of his head lightly as he attempts to recover and gather his strength.

After a while Druig finally lifts himself off you. He stands and pulls out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss of contact. You feel his cum flood out of you, coating the back of your thighs. He weakly climbs up the bed a fraction more before collapsing on your other side, his head resting in the space between your head and shoulder. You stay panting on your back between the two of them, the only sounds in the room now your collective heavy breathing. You bend your neck to place your cheek on the top of Druig’s head, placing a soft kiss to his hair. You then reach out your arms, one hand finding Ikaris’ chest and the other finding Druig’s face. You run your knuckles over Ikaris’ chest in a small up and down motion. You mimic the motion with your other hand, your knuckles gently running over Druig’s cheek.

“So…?” Ikaris sits up on his elbow to look down at you with that smug look of his.

You just smack his chest softly. “Don’t start.”

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A/N: we’re not even gonna talk about how long this took me to get done, I was in love with the idea but my brain was just not putting the words to paper so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, but I hope you guys enjoyed it nonetheless!!🥺🙈✨🖤💫

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

CATFA: Part Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst

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

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New York is notorious for having parties on every corner, gatherings of hundreds of people, and bringing communities together. Manhattan is an island of many ports, and most of them are having fairs and events people can attend. After dressing like you belong in the 1930s, you attend one of the fairs to get to know people and make yourself known.

Crowds of people line up for the rides as well as the games, and you maneuver through them to get to the far end of the pier. You look up and lock eyes with a complete stranger, but there is something familiar about him. You haven't seen that face in years, the face you left behind.

"Ikaris?" you call out even though he can't hear you.

You push through the crowd to get to the stranger, and when you see him, he's with a younger blonde man that's much shorter. They're both enjoying some games, and you realize that it's not the person you thought. You're about to leave when the man notices you staring.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry," you chuckle. "You remind me of someone I knew. I apologize for staring."

"Don't apologize. You can stare all you want," he flirts. "Do you have a name, doll?"

"Y/N."

"James, but you can call me Bucky." He holds his hand out for you to shake, and when you grab it, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. You smile shyly and bite your lower lip. He looks a little young, maybe about eighteen if you had to guess. "This is my friend, Steve."

"It's nice to meet you both. I'll let you both get back to losing this game," you tease.

"Oh, and you think you can do so much better?"

"I know so."

"Alright. Show me how it's done."

He pays for another round and lets you play the game. He thinks you're going to pretend to be bad so he can save the day, but he's wrong. You end up winning it and winning the stuffed whale that's about as big as your head.

"Here, you can have him. It's something to remember me by," you grin and hand Bucky the animal.

"Oh, doll, I'm going to have a hard time forgetting you. I think I need a rematch. This fair is open tomorrow. What do you say? Do I have a chance to redeem myself?"

"You might."

And a chance he got. Then another chance. And another one. And you kept giving him chances even after he's beaten you plenty of times. Even after the fair closed its doors to remodel some of the rides, you and Bucky couldn't stay away from each other. He snuck out of his parent's house to be with you, and you'd walk all around town trying to avoid the officers who patrolled the area.

"Are your parents okay with you being out this late?" Bucky asks you when you two stopped at the local playground.

"My parents died a long time ago. I'm a little older than you might think."

"An older woman, huh? I don't mind," he chuckles.

"If my parents were here, I'd tell them about you. I think they'd like you."

You two walk to the swing set and you take a seat on one of the swings, but Bucky stands next to you as you slowly sway back and forth.

"Do you like me?"

"Yeah."

Bucky walks in front of you and stands between your legs. He walks you backward until you can't go any further, and he slides his hands slowly up your body until he reaches your face. He tucks your hair behind your ear, giving you goosebumps. He waits for you to reject him, and when you don't, he leans into you.

Kissing him feels like magic. Kissing him feels like standing on top of a cliff and letting the warm summer sun heat your skin. Kissing him feels like opening presents as a kid. Kissing him makes you feel like you can finally face up to Markus without fear. Kissing him gives you a feeling you've never felt before, not even with Ikaris.

Everything falls into place when you're with him. This is your moment. This is the moment you fall in love with James Buchanan Barnes. If you two couldn't stay away from each other before this moment, then you truly couldn't be apart well after it. Even when he moved out of his parent's house and started going to the local college with Steve, he made sure to make time for you in his busy schedule.

Spending one year with him has been more fulfilling than spending nine hundred years with Ikaris.

If you see yourself spending years with Bucky, then you need to tell him the truth about you. Ikaris was already an alien when you met him, so he didn't have a hard time believing you weren't human. Bucky might react differently which is why you waited a full year to come clean. He's taking you out to dinner for your first anniversary, and it's overlooking the Big Apple.

"Bucky, how much did this cost you?"

"Nothing is expensive when it comes to you."

There is no one else on the balcony, giving you the perfect opportunity to come clean.

"Listen, Bucky, there's something I have to tell you and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

"You're not part of the cartel, are you?" he chuckles.

"No. I'm older than you think I am--"

"Yeah, I know. I don't mind dating an older woman. I'd say you're twenty-five."

"I'm a little older than that. Bucky, I'm nine hundred years old," you rip the bandaid off. "I'm from a planet called Xenia, and I came here in the year 1000. I left my planet to escape the man who abused me and experimented on me."

"Okay, now I'm starting to think you're not joking."

"I just want you to know how much I love you."

You lift your hand and transform it from your human form into an animal's paw. From there, you turn it into a tentacle before returning it to normal. You lift your other hand and create a small fireball out of thin air. The fire solidifies and turns into water before quickly evaporating. You can't seem to look at Bucky in fear he will kick you out of his life.

"If I see a future with you, which I do, I have to tell you who I truly am. I'm not human. I'm telling you this because I love you so much. My feelings for you are true and real, and this entire year has been the best in my entire life. You make me feel safe, but I understand if you never want to see me again. I just hope you understand I never meant to hurt you."

Bucky gets out of his chair, and you think this is it. He's going to leave and never return. Instead, he walks over to you and kneels so that you don't have to look up to see him. He reaches up and wipes the tears that have fallen.

"Y/N, I love you. It's going to take a long time to wrap my head around this, but I don't care if you're not human. I didn't get to know you this past year just to walk out on you now."

"You don't care that I'm nine hundred years old?"

"You could be ten thousand, and I'd still want to get to know you. You're my soulmate, doll." He stands to his full height, bringing you up with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. There isn't a more perfect person for you than Bucky. "You gotta tell me more about this, though."

You two break away and take your seats when you begin the story of how you came to be.

Markus Hottle was known throughout Xenia as a benevolent CEO of Interdimensional Republic. They specialized in privacy, safety, and communications throughout Xenia. They had a sister company that would expand IR throughout its solar system and into the vast space outside of it.

Markus had everyone wrapped around his finger, which gave him power like no other. Instead of taking that power and doing good things with it, he let it get to his abnormally large head. It fed his ego, and he got so hungry that he didn't only want to dominate Xenia but the other planets around it.

He came up with a serum created by his lab technicians that would give its user special abilities. This was experimental work that needed a test subject, so what better person to do it than his assistant? It's what gave you your shapeshifting abilities. Markus saw how powerful you could get, but that didn't satisfy him enough.

He wanted more.

Word got around that an Infinity Stone was lurking around Xenia. If Markus could get ahold of it, then he could add that power to his serum. Something of that magnitude would ensure no one could go up against him. He wanted to create an army that could be loyal to him as he tried to rule the neighboring planets of Xenia.

He got ahold of the famous Tesseract which held one of the six Infinity Stones. He tampered with the power o make a better weapon, giving you your second set of powers. With shapeshifting and controlling the elements, he knew he created the perfect serum to give to his army. If this serum got out, then the universe would be doomed.

You couldn't let it leave the lab it was created in.

One thing led to another and you stole the only serum before Markus had a chance to replicate it. The Tesseract was lost after the first serum was made, but he stored some power away just in case this were to happen.

You stole that, too.

You used the serum on yourself and used the last remaining bit of Tesseract power to escape. Your body absorbed it all, giving you the final power of creating portals to different parts of the universe. Markus was pissed you were gone with his creation, but you never looked back. You kept running until you reached Earth, and here you've stayed in peace for the last nine hundred years.

You're not even sure if Markus is still alive at this point, but you're hoping to never find out.

If Bucky loved you before, then he's utterly in love with you now. Telling him your life story made you two grow closer to each other. If you thought the first year with Bucky was an adventure, try the next five years. He never once judged you for what you've done or who you are, and you're grateful for having him in your life.

Steve doesn't know about what you are, but you're okay with leaving that part of you a secret for right now. He has enough to worry about besides you. He and Bucky have been taking a bunch of art classes together as a way to stay close to each other, but there is something bigger that they both want to do.

It's 1941 and the United States announced its role in World War II just after Pearl Harbor was bombed. Steve wanted to enlist because that's who he is but Bucky got drafted. Bucky was forced to go so you decided to enlist as well to support him physically and figuratively.

Women in the army weren't a common thing, but they were allowed to enlist for other jobs like nurses or things of that nature. None were allowed combat roles, but you were going to prove to them that you deserve to fight alongside the men who get to lay their lives down. Your powers would be more useful in the field than in some medical office, anyway.

So, when you, Bucky, and Steve went to enlist, you and Bucky got accepted pretty easily. It's Steve who they denied because of his short stature and small frame. He's much smaller than other men his age, and he has asthma which isn't allowed.

That didn't stop Steve from trying, but every time he tries to enlist, they would always deny him because of the same reasons as the previous one.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky got put into the same boot camp to train. Even if you weren't going into combat, you still needed to know the basic training to survive if something were to happen. Something got mixed up that caused you to go to the only boot camp with all men. The other women were sent somewhere else, but they didn't have any room to move you after the fact.

It became pretty clear you were going to be the center of attention, but you only had eyes for Bucky.

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[6rookie-writer0110]

MASTER LIST - 54!

Playboys - Male Reader x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Ikaris (SMUT)

Slow night & Love Feel - Caitlin Snow X Male Reader

Headconon of Reader being subzero and dating Caitlin.

Saturn returned many moons ago. PT -1 & PT 2 - Caitlin Snow x Male Reader/Son

The Next Dream - Kate Bishop x Male Reader (SMUT)

Last night's... - Kate Bishop x Male Reader

Advanced Love - Male Reader x Kate Bishop (SMUT)

Old Shapes - Yelena Belova x Reader (Gender-Neutral ) x Kate Bishop

See You Soon - Kate Bishop x Male Reader x Yelena Belova

Falling into you. Part-1 & PT- 2 - Kate Bishop x Female Reader

The Night Call - Clark Kent X Male Reader (SMUT)

Nightfall - Clark Kent x Reader

Night Theory -MMichael Myers x Male Reader (SMUT)

Easy love - Ashley Marin x Male Reader

Slowdown - Percy Jackson x Male Reader (SMUT)

Headcanon PT 1 & PT 2 - Nia Nal x Male Reader being a sayian (like goku) and is Lois's adopted brother

Dating Max Dennison and being related to The Sanderson Sisters would include...

Hold it tighter - Tiffany Valentine x sugar baby Male Reader (SMUT)

[maudeeloise]

One Way - Druig

Pairing : Druig x immortal!reader, Ikaris x platonic!reader

Warning : angst, slight fluff, mind control, spoiler, ikaris being an asshole

A/N : First of all, we can all agree that Druig is hot😩. Second of all, I don’t hate any of the characters, it’s just an idea I’ve had in mind which I wrote and became this.

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Druig and Ikaris never got along, especially when there was you around. It wasn’t like the two had feelings for you. Ikaris and you had known each other longer, but there had never been any romantic feelings involved. Both of you were just close friends who loved spending most of the times together.

Everything changed when Ikaris introduced you to the Eternals. He never had any intention to do it, it was an accident. You both were in London and Deviant happened. You met Sersi and Sprite and he was forced to get yourself involve into his world.

At first it was all great, you got along with them fast, especially Sersi since you had interest in nature. The journey led you to meet a specific ‘friend’ of his. Druig.

Since the very beginning, Druig had his attention stuck on you. He always stole some glanced towards you every now and then. It slowly led to Ikaris being protective of you. However, it didn’t stop Druig from flirting with you. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help yourself but felt flustered every time he was around.

You didn’t take that seriously, especially when Ikaris kept reminding you that Druig was just being Druig. Even though he knew he wasn’t. Druig wouldn’t flirt with anyone unless there was feelings involved, but you didn’t know Druig, so you just trusted your friend.

As time went by, Druig’s attempt to get you close to him increased. He started to get physical in a romantic way. He would wrapped his arms around you or play with your hair. Sometimes he even kissed the back of your hand or cheek or forehead, anywhere but your lips.

Ikaris watched the two with full of range. He wasn’t jealous, he was just protective. Maybe a little jealous. You used to give your full attention on him, now it was shared with someone he didn’t get along with. Ikaris didn’t stop telling you to distance yourself from Druig for the sake of yourself.

“I mean it, Y/N. He would just leave you one day like he did once with all of us. Thanks to his pride.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“We’re just friends, Ikaris.” Your hand flew to his arms to get his full attention. “Stop worrying so much.”

Did that stop Ikaris from keeping you away from Druig? No. In fact, he had more ideas in his mind. Some were pretty brutal. However, he never thought the risk, the risk of betraying you.

It was one random day. You and the Eternals were hanging in the domo. To be more specific, you were ‘flirting’ with Druig and Ikaris was watching the two of you at the other side of the room. He hadn’t left his eyes from you since he entered the room.

You were laughing and smiling over God knows what Druig were saying. Druig’s fingers slyly moved to bring a strain of your hair behind your ear. You stared at him as a blush covered your cheeks.

Ikaris’ jaw clenched tightly. His eyes drew holes through Druig’s head, mentally. Slowly your laughs died down and you both stared at each other deeply. It was almost like you and Druig against the world.

Druig slowly leaned in and you followed his action. Right when your lips were inches away, Ikaris shot up and walked towards you. He pulled you by your upper arms, forcing you to stand up.

Just like that, the three of you were the center of the attention. No one dared to comment on anything as they watched the scene. The tension in the room were thick, it made you anxious.

“Ikaris.” You started, but the man just clenched his jaw tighter. His eyes never leaving Druig who glared at him the same way he did.

“Ikaris, let’s just go.” You tried to pull him away, but he tighten his grip, making you wince.

Druig stood up right away. He took your arm that was held by Ikaris and tried to seperate it, but Ikaris was quick to push him back with full force. Druig stumbled back, his back hitting the wall which cause a loud thud.

Druig walked towards Ikaris the second he got his balance back. Ikaris finally let you go and pulled you behind him. Their pride got the best of them and you knew you couldn’t stop them, especially the fact that you didn’t have any ability other than being immortal.

Ikaris’ eyes glowed as Druig ready himself to threw a punch towards his opponent. Right before they got in contact, the others were quick to pull them both from each other. Seperating them far enough from each other.

“Don’t go near her ever again.” Ikaris pointed at Druig, his voice stern.

Druig scoffed. “And why is that? Are you jealous?”

“I mean it.” Ikaris growled. You stepped back in surprise. He had never raised his voice whenever you were around.

“Aww, you are. Aren’t you?” Druig scolded from across the room. “It’s not really my fault that she chose me. Maybe you were just some boring old man who doesn’t have a sense of humor.”

“And how do you know she chose you? What if she just felt bad for you.” That hit you and Druig hard.

You stared at Ikaris in disbelief. Ikaris knew you had feelings for Druig, even though you never told him. He was friends with you long enough to know you like the back of his hand. It was quite obvious for him though.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Druig smirked and turned to you. His eyes glowed as your eyes turned the same shade.

Suddenly you felt your whole body went numb. It was like you didn’t have any control of your body. Your mind went blank and out of nowhere words came past your lips. “I love you, Druig.”

Your eyes went back to normal once the words left your mouth. Druig turned to Ikaris as a smirk played on his lips. Ikaris didn’t seem surprised at all, he was too focus on fighting the urge to kill Druig.

“Why would you do that?” Your soft voice caused the two to turn to you slightly. The smirk that was once on Druig’s lips fell into a frown once he saw your expression.

“Y/N-“ Druig called softly.

“Don’t.” You stopped him from going any further. You looked back and forth between him and Ikaris. “Please, leave me alone. Both of you.”

With that you turned on your heels and left the room. You didn’t even thought to take a glimpse of them one more time. You just walked further and further away, soon out of the domo.

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My Empty Lover

Pairing - Druig x Eternal!Reader Summary - Sersi seeks out her fellow Eternals to stop the emergence. In doing so, she finds you, the fortune teller who can no longer remember her own past Warnings - Implications of suicide and depression. Eternals spoilers! Words - 2.8k

PART TWO PART THREE

It had been years, decades, centuries even since Druig had last seen the Eternals. A group of people he fought along side, drew blood with, the closest thing he dare say he had to a family. But as Deviants fell and Thena got sicker, distance grew. Sides were took and people went their separate ways. Though, while some didn't dare to even make contact, others hadn't dared to leave another: Gilgamesh looked over Thena in a deserted area on Earth, Sprite went to and from Eternals and for the most part, you and Druig had been strung together.

With all Deviants gone, the two of you roamed the beauty of Earth together, collecting memorises and watching as the humans built and destroyed all that beauty. It was a repeated cycle that you couldn't help but dwell on at night. As time went on, thoughts emerged and actions were forced that could never be taken back and before Druig realised it, he was roaming the Earth alone. Only now, he couldn't see the beauty, only the war and the violence and the bitter world that was left.

When Sersi led the other Eternals to Druig, they all expected you to be right there with him. So they couldn't help but fall curious as the boy stood alone in his home of mind control. "Where's Y/n?" Sersi had asked, one of the first questions to fall from her lips after Druig settled on the current situation.

The boy stood staring at the blank wall ahead of him, the rest of the Eternals seated behind him as they watched, waiting for the pin to drop. "Safe."

A one word answer.

When the group last knew Druig, they could barely get him to shut up about you. The way he would string his winding thoughts together, mini little speeches explaining how your beauty matched against nature itself or how he adored the way your brain thought and worked. He sometimes struggled to find enough words to use. Yet here he stood, one word. Nothing more. Nothing less. But a word of which should have created assurance for the other Eternals had never seemed so worrisome.

"That's not very helpful." Sprite remarked.

Druig didn't reply, he didn't need to so he didn't. "She is okay, isn't she?" Ikaris almost threatened. His tone sounding as if he cared for the girl more than Druig had ever done.

He turned, facing his fellow Eternals, "She's fine."

"Then what aren't you telling us?" Sersi pressed as she analysed Druig's expression, searching for what he wasn't quite saying.

Saying this aloud was proving to be much harder than it had been running the memorises through Druig's own head. To have it spoken meant he could be judged. Whether he believed he knew best for you out of all of them, it didn't matter. The moment he caught a shred of what could be doubt over what he had done, it wasn't going to leave his head. So, the boy paused. He took the time to gaze at each of them, note their expressions before even opening his lips. "A lot of things happened. She took it to heart and if I hadn't done anything- I'm not sure what she might have done." The boy spoke, a long pause following before he broke the ice he was so delicately walking on. "I eased her memory."

They were all silent. The information was certainly not what any of them had been expecting and they fought to find a logical explanation as to why. Though, the only person who knew that was Druig. "God, you are stupid." Gilamesh commented with a huff.

Ikaris shook his head as a scoff fell from his lips and with crossed arms, he looked up at Druig with a deathly gaze. "One of us should have check on the two of you. Should have known you would have done something stupid." He spat, speaking down at Druig without even knowing the full context of what he had done.

"At least I was with her!" Druig fought, with the same harsh scowl written across his expression as was written over Ikaris. "None of you actually cared enough to check on either of us."

"Watch your words, Druig." Ikaris seethed, a threat strung into his words as the two stared back and fourth at another.

If they continued on, Sersi believed they weren't going to get out of this. They weren't going to get Druig on their side and they certainly weren't going to find your location. "What happened?" Sersi questioned, her tone soft compared to Ikaris as she stood from her seat.

Druig calmed just enough to tear his eyes from Ikaris and find the words to recall the event he always wished to forget. "Y/n befriended one of the humans, a young girl. She helped her, showed her funny little tricks and kept the girl from harm." He paused, glancing to the floor as he fought back the bitter memory. "You see, this girl in particular was, struggling. Her family was cruel and until Y/n came into her life, the girl was utterly alone." Another pause, another horrid memory resurfacing. "After a few years, Y/n thought the girl was getting better. Y/n had been the one to find her, she was bleeding, no pulse." Pause, the room filling with that same horrid memory as it settled across each Eternal. "Y/n couldn't help but blame herself. The only thing she hadn't seen coming and it broke her."

Every word Druig spoke seemed to break him just as much. And once he finally finished and looked back up, he felt almost relieved. No judgment stared back at him, only sympathy for the girl he adored. "You sacrificed your love for her happiness." Kingo played back. "It's beautifully depressing. Would make a great storyline for one of my movies."

"You won't be able to make another movie when Earth's gone." Sprite reminded him, a sharp pinch of the reality the group were currently stuck in.

"So you made a fortune teller forget her own past." Gilgamesh spoke, almost making Druig's actions seem stupid now. Yet, the point was ironic considering.

Sersi looked up from the floor, pulling from her thoughts. "How did you even do that?" She queried, a question yet to have passed through the other's heads yet.

"I found a women, not of Earth. She was powerful, powerful enough to erase even the strongest of minds."

"Okay, so where is this women now?" Ikaris added.

Druig could almost laugh at how impossible this was going to be. "She's dead." His words fell flat with the others. You not remember who you were, who they were, it wasn't just effecting you and Druig, it was now going to effect whether Earth survives the emergence.

A sigh came from across the room, "You are stupid then." Gilgamesh confirmed.

"Do you at least know where she is?" Again, Ikaris' words seemed demanding and seem to fall with a threat as he glared at Druig.

The boy had practically laughed back at Ikaris. "Of course I do."

And so, after they fought off the new deviants and mourned the death of Gilgamesh, they followed Druig to where he had kept you safe all these years.

It had been a troublesome few weeks. With half of the population back all at once, things struggled to function as they had done in the blip. Houses were being built as fast as the builders were able to and fishermen were working till they physically couldn't to feed the new half of the village. You kept yourself secluded for most of it. Double the noise. Double the time you spent tossing and turning in your bed.

Which would explain as to why you had fallen asleep snuggled into your living room armchair in the middle of the afternoon. And why you had jumped so much when a knock came at your door. Once the fear settled, you pulled yourself from the chair, chucking the blanket back to the floor.

Valkyrie had hardly been surprised when you pulled the door open, tired eyes starring back at her and scruffy clothes hanging from your body. "Aren't you meant to be busy?" You had asked with a raise brow.

The girl grinned back at you, hands tucked into her pockets. "I am." She paused as she shifted her footing slightly before continuing. "There's a group of people here, asking for you."

"They tourists?"

Valkyrine shook her head, "Nope. They know your name, know who you are and one of them seems to know this place more than just a small village on the coast." That could only scream a red flag.

"But I don't know enough people to know a group of them." You argued, believing that whoever these people were, they were mistaken. Or at least you hoped they were, from the sounds of things, you didn't really want to be dealing with this.

"Just speak to them." Valkyrie pleaded with a glimmer in her eyes. "For me?" She added, a childish smirk pulling at her lips.

You huffed yet straighten your back and tried to pull yourself together just enough for it to be acceptable. "Fine"

And you went to walk out the door, only stopped by Valkyrie's hand pushing you back gently. "You might want to put on some clothes that aren't pyjamas. These people seem pretty serious." You looked back down at your clothing then back up to Valkyrie; you had no idea what you had to do with 'pretty serious'.

But you did as the girl told you, changing into some more suitable clothing and making your way towards the coast line. The sea wasn't too high today, yet high enough that salt air consumed your smell and the waves crashed loudly against the rocks. A group of diverse people stood along the cliff edge. As you stared from a far, you couldn't pin point any one of them. But, as you slowly got closer, one of them stood out among them all.

There must have been almost nine of them. And they were all staring at you.

Something about the group seemed to send alarms off in your head. They're faces familiar, as if their names could fall right off your tongue if you tried hard enough. Before you were able to ask who they were, the centre boy stepped forward in front of the rest. "Y/n," He called, voice drowned in a thick Irish accent and, in way, seeming to comfort your nerves of the unknown figures. "We need to talk to you."

Swallowing, you looked at each of them. Some of them just as confused as you were, other's holding narrow eyes as if trying to work you out and then there was the boy in front of you. Brunette, leather jacket and boots. He looked far from a comfort, but your mind seemed settled, telling you this situation was safe because he was in it.

"Who are you?"

The boy looked back to the ones behind him before glancing back to you. "There's a lot we need to explain." That really hadn't given you much of an answer.

With a quick thought, you gestured your head towards your small cottage that sat close beside the sea front. "This way." You instructed the group before guiding the way back into your home.

To say the least, it was the most people ever packed into your small front room and kitchen. Some scattered around the kitchen table, other's leaning against counters and you rustling around making drinks for each of them. "It's a nice place you have, good view, lovely neighbours." One of them had compliment as his eyes dotted around the room.

You could almost have laughed; your house had never been messier. You never expected guests because you never had any. Yet, here you stood, searching for enough glasses for the group of people which occupied your house. "Thanks, bit of a downgrade from where I use to live though." You remarked. A normal remark but still it seemed to urge a few shared glanced of which you weren't able to interrupt. You walked towards the table, placing down each drink. "Everything okay?" You asked, as a reassurance in reaction to the concerned glances.

"Not quite." The youngest one of them all had commented, leant far from the others against a wall.

Your eyes shot to leather jacket boy, silently asking as to what was meant by that. He sighed, giving the girl a deathly glare as he walked passed. "You should sit, there's a few things to get through." You did as he said, taking a moment to once more look at each of them.

Druig was about to carry on, he had it all planned in his head, the best way to ease your mind into this unpredictable circumstance. Instead, Sersi couldn't help herself, her body on a timer as she faced Arishem herself. "Do you remember anything?" She interrogated, hastily.

You eyes shot to her, question having thrown you straight off. "What- What do you mean?" You were starting to think you were in a dream, almost like the moment when the patient from the Midgardian TV show would wake up from a years long coma, head swirled and thoughts torn apart.

Druig stared back at Sersi, glaring right into her pupils. "Let me do this, okay?" He told them before turning back to you, closer than anyone else in the room. "A lot has happened in the last few days and there's a few things that you can help us with."

Again, you laughed. "What am I going to help you with?" You looked back at the sixth foot tall, muscle man that stood behind, who you believed to be, Ikaris. He barely fit in between the floor and ceiling yet they were asking you for help.

"You'd be surprised." Druig remarked with a smirk, eyes caught up in your own for the first time since the boy had let you go. "Before you had your life on Asguard, you were someone else." He started, tone as soft as it could be as he stared with nothing but gentle eyes. "You were one of-"

"You were an eternal. You still are." The muscly one from afar cut in, breaking what seemed to be turning into an affectionate moment between you and Druig.

Druig huffed, his fist thudding against the wood of the table before he stood up from his chair with just enough force the chair moved slightly with him. "Did you not hear what I said?" He snapped, words dripping in frustration.

"We don't have time for this." The other man said before pushing himself pass Druig to focus on you. "The Earth is currently about to go through the emergence-"

"Ikaris stop it!" Druig fought.

Not that it had mattered, the man went on even with the objections. "This is when a celestial being is going to take the power from the planet and in doing so, will kill every living being in the process. Except us. Except you. Now, if you don't want all your friends that live here to die, then we're going to need your help."

The information kept going. You weren't who you thought you were, the world was going to end, everyone on New Asguard was going to die. You could barely keep up. The words tangled with your thoughts, knotted your mind and before you could even realise it, the air around you seemed to blur and it felt as if you were looking at the world through a mirror. You'd never wanted to escape an situation as badly as you had done then.

"Y/n?" Druig had asked first. When you didn't respond, he forced himself in front of Ikaris, crouching down to your level. "Y/n?" That time it was more desperate, more demanding that you give him some kind of assurance that you were still there.

"Is she alright?" Thena had asked, unusually calmed compared to Druig. Unlike him, Thena remembered you as an Eternal with a head of steel; whatever it was, she believed you to be okay.

All your brain could work out then and there was muddled sayings, a language that almost sounded foreign. It took all you energy just to mutter out a, "Excuse me." And with that, your left your own home in nothing but a hurry.

Druig was left to stare back at an empty space, trying to collect his thoughts. That seemed pointless now. So he jolted, he stood from his place and whipped around to face Ikaris. "Who's the stupid one now?" He queried with a clenched jaw in attempt to hold the other words which fought to speak. Words of which could only worsen a terrible situation.

"I'm not the one who erased who memories in the first place."