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Among Monsters and Men

Thena x reader

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a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hey could I request a fluff one shot with thena x reader where reader is a vampire? Who even helps out too with the eternals And like since thena isnt the type to usually fall in love, she happens meets reader, who's lived for centuries just like her but obviously not as long as her, but is a immortal vampire and she falls in love and reader meets her through sersi who didn't even know she was a vampire 😆 and reader flirts with thena a lot too? And thena is surprised at first but eventually flirts back? And eventually, through some flirting and after finding out what reader is along w reader finding out who they are, thena longs for something more and reader ends up asking her out? And thena admits her feelings/attraction and so does reader Hope that's okay! (Sorry this is long)”

You’d been working at the Natural History Museum of London for some time now, the perfect place for you to put down your roots. Dark rooms all day, gloomy more often than not outside, surrounded by artifacts you’d seen created hundreds of years ago, only you couldn’t say that.

The life of a vampire was not so simple, but it was quite interesting. Your lifespan granted you the ability to gain knowledge others could only dream of. Enemies, too, but you’d been hidden for a long, long time, deciding to keep your eye on a “Dane Whitman,” relative to the old Black Knight. Not a threat as of yet, just a curiosity.

But along the way you met your coworker, Sersi, who was a delight to be around. And she seemed pretty normal up until the earthquake. You hadn’t fret much, only helped young ones away from danger, but you were the only one in the room to see Sersi work her magic, and her eyes widened when she knew you saw.

“Who are you?” You pulled her aside, getting close to her face and waiting for her to deny it all.

“What do you mean, y/n? Sersi? Your coworker?” She furrowed her brows and backed up, a bit scared of what you’d do with the information you’d gathered.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Sersi, I know what I saw and I’ve seen more than you think in this lifetime.” You pointed to her, nearly cornering her in the hall, but backing up and acting normal when visitors walked by.

“Y/N, what do you mean by that?” She whispered and you smirked, flashing your fangs real quick and giving her quite the shock. “A vampire? Are you trying to tell me you’re a vampire?!” Sersi whisper-yelled.

“A secret for a secret, let it out.” You crossed your arms and awaited her response, causing her to finally break and let you know.

“I’m from another planet, I’ve lived here for about seven thousand years.” Sersi explained to you, surprising you with what she had to say. You don’t meet many immortals these days, especially not in London. “My powers come from a divine being, a Celestial who sent me here. I can change things from one form to another. Hence why the rock turned to dust. But Dane doesn’t know, so don’t say anything to him.” She requested and you nodded.

“Does anyone else know?” You asked her, curious as to how deep her cover really was. You really wanted to know what she had been doing throughout her life. A mission, but what else? Where was she before London?

“Sprite, but only because she’s just like me.” She admitted and your jaw dropped.

“Sprite is seven thousand years old? That’s rough.” You bared your teeth out of pity and stuff your hands in your suit pockets. “Well, what now? Seems we have a lot in common, huh?” You chuckled and Sersi agreed.

“It feels nice to be able to tell someone else that,” she ran her fingers through her hair to scratch her scalp, “Dane, Sprite, and I are going out tonight, you’re welcome to come with us.” You smiled at the offer, revealing your fangs once again.

“I’d love to, text me the address when you can. And good luck explaining the fossil situation to the boss.” You waved goodbye and went back to your office to get away from everything for a while. It was there you could truly work in the dark, a perfect workspace for yourself.

Later on, you’d get a little more active than you expected for the night upon a monster attack that prompted you to join Sersi’s ranks. “Come on, Sers! I’m a vampire, I’m immortal, I’m nearly invincible, I have powers. I can help!” You reasoned with her after fending off the beast without a single scratch.

“I can’t ask you to join this fight, it’s not your duty.” She tried to push the idea, but you persisted.

“Wait—you’re a vampire?” Dane cut in real quick.

“Come on, man, catch up.” Sprite scoffed and you continued with Sersi.

“You aren’t asking me, I’m offering you. I’ve lived centuries without any purpose, this would be perfect for me. And you could use the help.” You explained and Sersi turned to her ex-lover, who shrugged at the idea, neither here nor there. “I’m here for you guys.”

“Fine, we could use some help.” Sersi caved and Sprite actually high-fived you out of joy. “But we’re still going to need more help. The Deviants were supposed to be extinguished from this world, we need to see Ajak.”

It took a while to really get the ball rolling on this mission, and unfortunately, you’d had to get involved in some “family drama.” You tried your best to show your support, but there was only so much you could do for these people. Carrying on, you found yourself in Australia before a beautiful, beautiful woman. Blonde hair, striking eyes, naturally pursed lips, she was completely captivating and slightly mad. With some effort, the Eternal, Gilgamesh, had cooled her down enough for introductions.

“You’re new here, I see,” Thena raised a hand for a handshake, but you gladly took it and gave her a kiss on her knuckles, a politeness you’d picked up from your many years, “I’m Thena.” She smiled at your gesture.

“It’s nice to meet you, m’lady.” You greeted her and admired her facial expressions, grateful to have witnessed them with your own eyes. “I’m y/n, and might I just say? You are stunning.”

“Y/N, if you’re a vampire, how are you okay in this light?” Kingo called you out before everyone and Thena learned of your being and was a bit enticed.

“I get special sunblock from Scotland!” You announced and a few of them managed to giggle.

“A vampire?” Thena asked and you nodded a confirmation. “Well, let’s get you inside, poor thing.” She escorted you inside and the others exchanged glances, wondering if she’d already taken a liking to you.

“Looks like someone has a crush.” Kingo commented and followed inside. A few hours passed that weren’t so dramatic, you sat beside Thena and exchanged your stories, hers of war and the monsters you’d just met, along with tales of the family you had and hadn’t met and what they were like back when she knew them. Your stories were about how you became a vampire, what you did to accommodate for the changing times, why you decided to join society, and why you were also in hiding.

“So there’s a man hunting for vampires at the moment?” Thena wanted to get her story straight. “Do you know any others like yourself.”

“I haven’t crossed paths with another vampire on years, but word does spread. There’s a character at my work that might be connected, so I’m keeping close to make sure I don’t get stabbed in the back by a wooden stake.” You laughed at the morbid joke, as did she. “So, tell me of your powers. They looked quite interesting.” You tossed a bit of food in your mouth. “Gilgamesh, you are an amazing cook. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! I wish you guys were as nice as the vampire.” He told the rest of the Eternals and mostly got enjoyment from the comment.

“Yes, my powers. I can create weapons, nearly unbreakable. They’re an extension of myself, as well.” She explained vaguely and you were just fascinated by it. “So, can you turn into a bat?” She asked and everyone went silent, along with the clattering if dishes, eager to learn the truth they were hesitant to ask. You awkwardly looked around the room and looked back to her, patiently waiting with her cheek leaned against her hand.

“…Yes.” You timidly answered and everyone began yelling over each other.

“I wanna see!” Sprite shouted.

“Yeah, what are you waiting for?” Kingo asked, extending his arm with a mug held at the end.

“I’d love to see that.” Sersi added with a smirk.

“I would, too.” Ikaris agreed.

“Please? A gift to your host?” Gilgamesh requested and you looked back at Thena, who’s smirk pushed you to a:

“Fineee.” You wiped your mouth with a napkin and got out of your seat, pushing your chair in before you took a deep breath and made the seamless transformation, earning a chorus of cheers, whistles, and clapping. A fair trade for the lovely meal you’d been served and the chance to impress a quite beautiful woman. You quickly changed back and fixed your messy hair at once. “Happy?”

“Oh, so very happy.” Thena reached for your arm and rubbed it up and down as you sat back in your seat. It’d been so long since you felt a connection to someone. Not since you’d become undead.

“I’m glad.” You replied and exchanged sweet glances for a few moments too long, admiring each other’s looks and company. It’d been a long, long time since she’d met anyone new, especially one that she was comfortable around. But when her mind began to wander, she realized that a relationship wouldn’t be so bad, and one with an immortal being? It was almost meant to be at that point. Almost like you were equals from different sides of the tracks.

The mission carried on and you and Thena continued your flirting with one another, making the Eternals happy for you both. Sersi had known you a long time and never saw you smile the way you did with her. And Gilgamesh knew that Thena was lonely, despite his companionship over the years. It was a tragedy when he passed, but fortunately for Thena, you were there for her in every sense of the phrase. As his funeral commenced, you rested your hand on her shoulder and felt her grasp it with her own as she stared at the blaze reflecting in your eyes.

“This isn’t hurting you, is it?” Thena worriedly asked about the bright light before the two of you.

“I can take it.” You gently told her and let her lean on you as the flames continued to live, slightly sizzling your exposed skin. But you’d be okay, you’d be okay for her.

This mission continued on and you became her shoulder to lean on, her support through this hard, changing times. But you were infatuated with the woman, you’d do whatever it was that she needed. You’d figure out a way to keep her grounded, you’d hold her as she cried, you’d stand beside her as she fought. And you fought until the world nearly ended.

“Y/N, are you alright?” She rushed to you once the madness was over and you held her in your arms.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You exhaled a sigh of relief. “Are you?”

“I’m alright.” Thena felt your hand reach for her cheek and opened her eyes, looking right at you.

“Thena, now that the weight of the world is no longer on our shoulders, I’ve something to ask you.” You told her and she smiled with tears in her eyes.

“Just do it, please.” She accepted and you brought your lips against hers, knowing the Eternals were positively shocked behind you, only because they thought you two were just going to flirt to no end. “Y/N?”

“Yes?” You asked her after parting.

“Come with me aboard our ship. I think there’s something going on between Druig and Makkari, I’ll only be a third wheel.” She chuckled with you and you nodded. “And I don’t want to live without you.”

“You had me at ‘come with me.’” You kissed her once more and dragged your hand down her shoulder and arm until it met her soft hand and entwined with it. You two finished your display of affection and walked back to the group hand in hand, ready to face the galaxy together.

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aethwrs · 2 years

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—the warrior's curse.

summary: some secrets are harmless, others not much. what happens when thena's secret could change everything?

genre: some fluf ? angst ?

warnings: I'm not sure if it requires one, but please do tell me if I have to put any.

requests: open

a/n: this is my first fic for this blog and I hope you like it! I would love to hear your thoughts/opinion on it.

gif credits: @/kellyaldrich !!

wc: 4.4k

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Thena and you met in an art exhibition a few years ago. Her newly discovered love for art led Thena there, while you, being an enthusiast of history and art, had volunteered to explain the stories behind such paintings and to give visitors brief guides through the place. Thena happened to be one of them.

As obvious as it was, she did not need to learn about most of the stories, having been there herself to witness many of the historical moments illustrated. However, something about the way you spoke so passionately about it all seemed to draw her in and encouraged her to stay through the little tour.

You, on the other hand, noticed the blonde haired woman and seeing her apparent interest on the topics, put more enthusiasm on your presentation than usual. Yes, there was more people there also listening to you, but something about her was special. Besides, it would be a lie to say you weren't distracted by the way she stared at you most of the time, and god, it would be a bigger lie to say you didn't feel attracted to the beautiful woman.

When the time was over, you looked around the place, a part of you hoping the woman would still be there– gladly, she was. Her eyes were fixed on a painting of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, a barely noticeable frown resting on her face as she inspected it.

It was an image worth taking a picture of.

“Beautiful, isn't it? It's new here, but I too spent quite a long time watching it today.” You approached her as casually as you possibly could. The sudden sound of your voice woke her up from the daydream, making her turn her body to you almost defensively. “I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to scare you,”

Thena knew humans like the palm of her hand, still, she always kept a distance between them because they were unpredictable– but the honest smile you were wearing told her that you were not a threat nor some potential danger, so she relaxed.

“It's alright,” she said along with a short nod, “no need to apologise. What were you saying?”

“Not much, really. I haven't got the time to learn about it, yet.”

If Thena learnt something from humans, was that they took every chance they got to flirt but often let the chance pass. Maybe once in a while doing it wouldn't hurt. Even if it wasn't too suggestive –she would not be too fast forward– she'd drop a small hint of a flirtatious comment.

“If I was to come here again soon, would you tell me more about this piece?”

Even if she knew about the gardens, walked past the breathtaking structure and even met the people in that place, she wanted to see you again.

With the half smirk plastered on her face and the way her eyes searched for yours in hopes of an answer, you couldn't help but feel flustered. And there you were minutes prior, thinking you'd be the one to take the 'step'.

Wrong. You were obviously wrong.

Not that you could complain– no.

You came back to your full sense soon after remembering you had yet to answer her. In your defense, you were still shocked.

“Sorry– I… yes, of course. It'll be the best presentation you've ever witnessed.” In hopes to cover up the slip of nervousness, you put in play the high confidence.

“Wonderful. I need to go now, but I'll come back soon…” She waited expectantly, the smirk being replaced by a softer expression.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” She repeated to herself. It had a nice sound and she thought it fit you and the part of your personality she could tell. “A pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

If you thought her presence was making your heartbeat go wild, how your name sounded in her mouth certainly heightened it.

When someone called your name from the other end of the room, you excused yourself before leaving Thena, but not before asking for her name too.

“Thena.” The woman replied to you while you walked the opposite way, watching you leave with a triumphant smile on your face.

She didn't want to accept it, but she was eager to come back. For the art... of course.

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Keeping the deal, you spent your free time studying the piece and anything related to it.

Keeping her part of the deal, Thena came two days after and asked for you at the reception, searching for the promised presentation owed.

You led her to the painting, taking all the time in the world to describe every detail in it, telling her everything you knew and learnt about it. From time to time you would check if she was following you, and you weren't disappointed when she'd make questions, showing you interest.

Thena could swear she'd never seen such interesting individual, one that could talk about something as if they had lived there themselves. That was a lot to say, taking into account that unlike you, she had truly been there herself.

The evening passed by fast, faster than any of you would have liked, and there was nothing else to say about the art. Taking the last bit of confidence left, you picked up the courage to ask Thena if she wanted to get a coffee with you.

To your surprise, she didn't think twice before accepting your offer, following you as you led yourselves to the small café in the next street.

Needless to say, you two hit it off quite well, reason why after the meeting, the dates and little meetings you had became more usual– and eventually, they went from being plainly friendly to something more intimate noted that feelings had started to blossom in the middle of it all.

After months, you two had officially started dating. There was doubt at first, things untold that could ruin the relationship, but you looked past it.

It took some time for both of you to fully ( or almost fully ) open up to each other, but anyway, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

As fierce and cold as Thena could look, she was the softest lover that could have graced you. All you could think of when it came to Thena were the stolen kisses whenever she got the chance, your hands intertwined as you walked down the streets and how tender her touch was when she held you close to her in the night.

The truth, anyway, is bound to make itself known whether it's wanted or not.

And so it happened.

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Mahd W'yry haunted Thena since centuries ago. An episode hadn't manifested in a long time– Thena was glad for it, but it didn't lower the chances of happening any time soon.

She knew the risk of not telling you, of putting you in danger if she lost the control over her own mind, not giving you the knowledge to handle the situation nor making you aware of what it meant.

Fear.

Even if she didn't tell you, she feared the moment you'd find out. Worse, she feared that you would have to find out the hard way and before she could tell you.

You made it a habit to show each other paintings you found, being a reminder of how you met. You would come and show her an image of it, talking about that for as long as you wanted and then discussing what you thought was the meaning behind the representation.

Thena loved it, it was the little things that kept her grounded. Every time you smiled at her and took a seat next to her, the glint in your eyes due to your excitement as you spoke. . . she would never get tired of it.

You were an extraordinary piece of art, Thena's personal favourite.

That day, when you took your place and showed her your phone, a painting of Technotitlan on the screen, Thena felt shivers run down her spine. An indescribable feeling appearing.

She wanted it gone.

You kept on talking, too caught up in your own word to notice how she took your hand in hers. Or how as her breathing began to get raged, she tried to even it.

She knew the signs, but also the way to stop the almost inevitable from happening. This time, however, it wasn't working.

War. Danger. People screaming. Fights . . . danger. . . Her once calm mind became overflowed with memories. Constant flashbacks that didn't allow her to differentiate the past and the present. The people screaming in her brain from you, who were the person she feared hurting the most.

When Thena turns to look at you, ready to excuse herself to move away, you don't fail to notice the shade of grey her eyes suddenly turned into. Your main concern was the pain she reflected, the distress as she took her hand away fast like if your touch burned her.

“Thena–” You let the word draw out when she took a few steps back, her hands flying to her head as she almost collided with some furniture on the way. You reached out to prevent her from falling only for your arm to be stopped midway by a grip on your wrist.

“You're going to die in the end. All of you will.” That. . . it was no longer the voice you were used to hear. It was harsh and how the words were so easily pronounced made you freeze for a brief second before the glow of a golden weapon took you out of your trance.

A single look at her eyes gave you the answer to the thousand of questions that came to you at the given time. That was not your Thena.

Unusual things happened in the world all the time. It was nothing new, but this. . . it was the least thing you were expecting. Was it mind control? You've. . . read about it.

But it wasn't the time for questions. Not when the person in front of you was a current menace to your life. Or so you'd think.

“Thena please. . . it's me!”

Nothing stopped her from chasing after you, the dagger she mastered being far too close to you many times already to your liking. The more you ran, the more rage she acquired.

She was not herself and you knew it. Defending yourself was harder when your priority was not to harm her in the way.

Hurting her was not a possibility, but neither was letting yourself die at the hands of your lover.

Thena did not tire. Different types of weapons materialised out of thin air whenever she pleased, giving her a clear advantage ( if she didn't have one already ) of the situation. She moved gracefully, the moves being worthy to be compared to a ballerina's ones.

If it was another moment, you'd love to point it out.

But when you were trapped between a wall and the anger of someone that resembled your girlfriend? No. Definitely not.

With a swift hand movement you disappeared from her sight, a trail of smoke left in the spot you were before. The frown on Thena's forehead and the grunts coming from her lips determined her frustration.

Truth is meant to make itself known, remember? And yours had now came out, even if the "real" Thena hadn't witnessed it. You were a witch, yes, but that did not mean you were at Thena's level at all.

Magic was one thing. Fighting skills were other. . . and yours– well, you hadn't had to use those in quite a while, much less under all this amount of pressure.

You wanted to tell Thena about it, introduce her to the "real" you and not carry over the weight of keeping secrets between you, but you couldn't.

Humans had their doubts about magic and often framed their users as terrible people before even sparing a second thought. You loved Thena, of course you did, but a part of you was afraid she'd think of you that way too. Afraid that she would leave.

You promised to yourself you wouldn't use magic around Thena, at least not when she could see it.

Now, however, you depended on it.

Just like you got your way out before, you were able to get behind Thena. Muttering a silent apology, you rested your hands on the sides of her head, avoiding as you could how she tried to get out of your grip.

When the purple mist clouded her no-longer-grey eyes she fell into a deep slumber, leaving you to catch her once she fell into your arms.

In the meantime you let her rest, you tried to assimilate the previous events. As a witch, you've seen cases of mind control, heaven knows you even knew how it worked, but what you saw was none of it. It sure did look like it, but it was far different.

While trying to get into her mind you came across many obstacles, it was as if it was an impenetrable room. Locked in a hundred different ways.

Whatever it was, was an unknown territory for you.

Hours passed and all you did was remain by Thena's side, grasping her hand tightly and carefully leaning on the bed she laid on.

You were going to keep on searching for answers later. Both of you needed rest.

At sunrise, the light tug at your sleeve woke you up instantly. You gasped, taken aback by the motion, which only confused Thena more than she already was.

“Why– what happened, dear?”

Did she not remember? With no intention on being harsh on her, you explained the situation to the woman next to you. Her expression was one of shame, if not panic, too. Tears gathered in her eyes as you continued, her own thoughts leading to worse.

She could have hurt you. Killed you.

By the way you spoke, she believed you were not mad.

Truth is, you weren't.

She was not to be blamed for any of it, that's how you saw it.

The sight you came across to when you looked up broke your heart in a million pieces. You never saw her like that before. . . but it became what you hated to see the most.

“But I know that was not you, my love. Don't beat yourself up for it, I mean it.” You concluded, but she wouldn't look at you, instead opting for staring at the end of the bed.

“I almost killed you, how can you say that?” The whisper shakily came from her, who still dared not to move either closer or away from you.

“No, I know that wasn't my Thena.” A soft caress on her face brought her attention to you. A single touch from you could simply make her melt, and so it did.

Her attempts of keeping her tears at bay were useless once you brought her closer to you, your arms around her keeping her together as she fell apart. Sweet little nothings being whispered to her while you reassured her you still felt nothing other than love for her. That you didn't hate her, never would.

You held her for as long as she needed you to. You were her safe place, just like she was yours.

The remaining questions were made when the time called for it. It was a mature conversation, both of you understanding each other and the reason why there were some things that were unsaid until that very moment. Both understood that even if they were a big part of the game, it didn't change how the relationship was.

You still had your candlelight dates, your walks around the city in the middle of night and everything else you've always had.

You introduced Thena to everything that made you "you" and answered to every question she had. So did she, even finding out with you that there was a way to stop her episodes, one that kept you away from harm.

You were what kept her grounded, but she always knew that.

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With no secrets left in the middle, everything was perfect for you given that you thought there weren't any more secrets. . . oh, how wrong you were.

What was left behind was the sole purpose of Thena's arrival at earth. The mission, as she called it.

For you, it was to protect humanity. It seemed like the most reasonable idea.

But it was also the reason why after years of having made that promise and leaving behind the secrecy, you were now arguing about the one that was untold.

The destruction of earth.

Or the birth of a Celestial, if it made it any less horrifying.

Thena had a different point of view of it at first, but now she knew what it meant to you, to all humanity and to earth itself. . . and she did not have the heart to tell you the truth.

How are you supposed to tell the only person you've ever loved that the world is coming to an end? That you are ensuring it's going to end? As tough as she was, she dared not to say it.

But it was close to happening, and you felt it.

The energy felt different, and when the first earthquake came, you realised that indeed, something was wrong.

When Thena started acting off, making weird excuses to visit old friends at strange places in the world, getting visits from people you've never heard of, you knew she was up to something.

That something being the end of the world. You didn't know yet, though.

You were glad she still wanted to see her friends and expend time with them, but her thoughts were so loud lately that pulled you to reality even when you didn't want to. The suspicions were there, but you trusted her.

You really did.

But when the second earthquake came and she couldn't look you in the eye after you went on about how weird all of it was, you knew that enough was enough.

The subject was approached that day in a slow way, but she always found another to deflect it. By now, you could read her like an open book. . . perhaps that's what played against her in that moment, how good you knew her.

“Arishem brought us to witness the birth of the new Celestial. It's near, the earth movements determine the closeness.” She confessed as if it was the simplest thing to everyone.

Nothing she said seemed to make sense to you. What even was a Celestial?

What you never imagined was the seriousness of the situation. Sure, when she started talking about beings in charge of controlling the universe, something in you said that it was more than a simple event.

Thena told you about the emergence, what it entailed and what it would cost– the lives of billions of innocents who knew nothing of all this.

Her way of speaking made you think that along with the rest of the Eternals that she had mentioned to you just now, she would prevent the dreaded ending.

But the next line proved your mistake, and for the first time, you doubted if you really knew who you were in front of.

“Arishem did not bring us just to be witnesses. What we must do is ensure that everything goes as it should. We are participants in the birth of the Celestial.”

The air felt dense, the tension around capable of being cut with a knife, while you stood in the center. You only felt capable of looking at anything but her, no words coming out of you as you struggled to assimilate everything.

It seemed like it was just a few minutes ago that you two had your date at the museum, and now she was telling you that it would all come to an end. That she was going to make sure it did.

Her lack of emotions told you she didn't care.

But for her, it was all the contrary. Thena knew that by telling you the truth, this would happen.

But it was what Arishem dictated and it had to be done. No matter the cost.

“What about us?” Your voice broke midsentence, you still didn't dare to look her in the face. “You're talking about the destruction of life. . . what is going to happen?”

“Humanity and earth are not of our concern, not even a part of our mission. It's destruction is simply collateral damage.” That's how it was viewed, but it didn't stop her from feeling the pain of saying it, knowing all you had was vanishing from her hands. Dying.

“Death of a whole planet is what you see as collateral damage?” A bittersweet laugh escaped your lips, not being able to believe you were nothing but a forgettable thing for her. Hurt. Sadness. It was gone, all you felt now was anger. “I'm simply collateral damage?”

“Along with the rest of humans involved, yes. You said it.”

And in the seven thousand years she had been living on earth, she had never regretted something as much as she regretted saying those words. The broken and pained look in your eyes mixed with the hatred, the tears that pooling in them but never quite spilling as you looked at her for the first time since the argument started.

If she had a heart, every piece of it had fallen apart with the sight.

For her, emotions weren't an easy thing to recognise, but she knew that guilt was the one consuming her inside.

The only feeling that could compare to that was the one that followed behind, when she watched you spin around and leave through that door without sparing a single glance towards her.

Thena's dealt with losing people before, but the mere thought of losing you was painful enough to make her ignore the possibilities of that happening— until now.

Who would have told her that in attempts to keep you away from harm, she could still hurt you? Damage was done and it was too late to fix.

You left, and she could never blame you for it. She hurt you –no matter if she hadn't meant to– she did.

Guilt. That was the feeling that would remain in her.

If only this hadn't ended that way. If she regretted her words, going for you and holding you close, finding refugium in your warmth and not letting you go. . . She wished she did.

But that wasn't the case.

Arishem's wish had yet to be granted.

Olympia was waiting for her.

Their home.

Was that where home was? Or was her home the one that left?

For the first time in centuries, Thena didn't know.

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The Eternals knew the reason behind Ajak's death. Being the closest the ever were to the Emerge, the plans changed. Their whole purpose changed.

They've seen humanity evolve and change through the centuries. How they fought, interacted, but most important, they grew to care about them.

Some of the Eternals had families of their own, they had their future planned, people they cared about and reasons to go against Arishem's command.

Thena hated to admit it, but she wished she could tell you how wrong she was to think humanity was nothing but an irreplaceable thing. How wrong she was when she made you think you were nothing to her.

She was determined to stop this, to see you once again even if you didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. Whatever it takes, because life wasn't the same without you by her side.

Knowing she was the reason why you left and not being able to have you close was a curse.

But as it was said before, only some of them thought of it that way. . . that– that led to the current fight.

Spear after spear appeared on Thena's hands as she fought against Ikaris, keeping him away from stopping Sersi, who tried to reach Tiamut. To stop him.

The duel was interrupted when a deviant stood behind Ikaris. Kro. The creature that took Gilgamesh's life.

In a moment, all the blonde woman could see was red. It no longer mattered the fight, she needed him gone. Dead. Revenge, one could say.

As the anger blinded her, so did the weight of the memories. Her eyes started to show a glimpse of grey and she desperately tried to avoid what was next. She didn't have your hand to hold,neither Gilgamesh was there to remind her who she was, where she was standing. It was too late.

“Thena, this is not the moment–” Was the last thing she heard from Phastos, who struggled to hold up a fight against Ikaris, as she completely lost the control over herself and ran behind the deviant and towards a cave.

She fought with everything she had, hits and swings of her sword were aimed at the deviant but his newly added abilities didn't make it any easier for her. It wasn't any of the tricks what helped Kro to catch her, but something Thena was not expecting.

You.

“You're safe, my love,” Your voice said, a hand reaching out to her and without a second thought, she moved forward to grasp it. “We're safe here, you don't have to worry.”

You were her safe place and by a single look at her mind, the deviant knew it. It took advantage, it was bound to happen.

Kro, still in your shape convincing Thena that you were there, was ready to drain her life force out of her.

Meanwhile, Thena's mind was flooded by memories of you. The images were clear, they made her yearn for your touch, to remember how it felt to be loved by you.

Your touch. A single touch of yours was capable of melting her, making her heart feel as if it was going to jump straight out of her chest.

The touch she felt now was cold, harsh. Her mind screamed that it wasn't you. It couldn't be.

As the deviant was ready to strike, Thena got out of its death grip and ended it in less than a blink. A part of her felt relieved, but it wasn't done.

The Emergence must be stopped.

As she realised she had affronted an episode on her own, she wondered how you'd feel about that. You would be proud of her. . . right?

The thought of you was there, but she had things to do. The rest needed help and they had the destiny of the world in their hands.

And then. . . then she would go back to you, and hopefully, she was going to have a chance to fix her mistakes.

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#not my writing #thena x reader

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