#Thena did get him a gift too

[softquietsteadylove]

Would you continue the president au one? Something sweet maybe?

"The President's day is bifurcated between the office and time for herself in privacy," Gilgamesh told the reporters eagerly trying to worm their way inside. "There is no security surveillance, no wire tapping. The home of Madam President must remain unpolitical so as to separate the person from the job and her obligation to the people. This is all public record."

"But sir, the people have questions!" the reporter wailed at him as security started pushing the crowd back. "The last president had an unprecedented amount of 'private time' and it turned out he was-"

"A mistake," Gil cut in harshly, effectively stopping that train of thought. "And one we won't make again. Now, I am going to briefing, Chief of Communications Sersi is going to be here to address the day's business shortly--excuse me."

Gil pressed his back to the doors as soon as he was inside. They always 'tipped off' the press when he was going to be entering the household, so no one could become too suspicious of it. It was true that the actual residence in the house and office was completely off limits to foreign clearance, press, they didn't have security cameras in it, nothing.

But damn, he was just trying to see his own girlfriend.

Gil unbuttoned his coat and walked into the home part of the house. He was well familiar with it, even with how careful they were not to betray the nature of their relationship. "Thena?"

She was in the kitchen.

"Hey," she greeted him with a smile, putting together a sandwich for herself. She was rid of her pantsuit and even had her hair down.

"Hey," he whispered, kissing her with a hand in her silken blonde hair. He pressed his nose to her cheek, "gonna cut that in half for me, or what?"

"I could say no, but you cooked everything else in that fridge," she snorted. There was another fridge for the food prepared for her by the house chef, of course, but this one was her personal one, for her personal use, in her personal kitchen.

Effectively Gil's kitchen, since she couldn't be trusted to make a grilled cheese without security thinking there was a threat in the residence.

"How was it out there?" she asked as she held up half the sandwich for him, trading kisses between bites.

"Media's a little worked up because of your week off, which we knew they would be," he shrugged, undoing his tie as well. Thena took the liberty of undoing his first few shirt buttons. "Sersi and Kingo will handle it."

"Okay," Thena murmured, unable to do much else in the moment. She leaned against him.

"Hey," he chuckled, rubbing her back while she was wearing his Secret Service hoodie from his time in security. "You have a week off. It's for your mental health--to not be worried, okay?"

"Do I seem capable of relaxing?"

Gil kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then tilted her chin so he could get her lips, "I think I know how to relax you."

"Oh you do, do you?" she smiled into the kiss, happily letting him lead her into the small frenzy of affection. She sighed, "I miss you."

"I'm right here," he whispered.

"You know what I mean."

"I do," he nodded before taking another bite of sandwich, "and I'm still here anyway."

Thena accepted another bite too.

"We're here, we're okay," he assured her as best he could while they stole their time together.

It was only recently they were able to start bringing him into the residence without suspicion from the inside forces, let alone the media and public. Even as her assistant, there was only so much time he could spend in her home before it became questionable.

"Some anniversary," she whispered, tucking her head under his chin. "I'm sorry, Gil."

"None of that," he rubbed her arm, resting his cheek against her hair, "You know I'm happy so long as I'm with you. And we knew this would come--that it wouldn't be easy."

"Still," she sighed a little more impatiently. "I'm supposedly the most powerful person in the country and I can't even get you a damn present without half the world knowing?"

"What would you get me?" he raised an eyebrow, finishing off the last tiny bite of the sandwich and licking his fingers. "I have everything I need right here."

Thena rolled her eyes as he kissed her cheek, "I'm serious, Gil."

"So am I."

She patted his chest, "well, it seems negligent to not get you anything at all."

"Well," he shrugged, "what if I didn't get you anything either?"

Thena shook her head though, giving his side a pinch before seating herself at the table. "I know for a fact that you did. And even if you hadn't, you got me this week off. That's...more than I can fathom."

Gil smiled at her though, also sitting at the table across from her, like they could be a normal couple in a normal house. "Sweetheart, I don't need anything from you because the fact that I can still be with you even after everything that happened last year?--that's my gift. And I don't want to take that for granted."

She gave him that soft, glassy eyed look that meant that she was wallowing in her guilt.

He reached over for her hands, "do you remember what we were doing this time last year?"

She rolled her eyes ever so fondly at him as she let him give each and every one of her fingers an affectionate little squeeze. "I was still vice at the time, you were my dedicated SS. I could still go home at the end of the day and you could sneak in dressed as a delivery guy."

He grinned at her, "and I did deliver every time, didn't I?"

She rolled her eyes at him for real this time, "Gilgamesh."

"And?" he prompted her.

She sighed, looking down at their hands, "and you told me that the dates in my living room with pizza and wings and cheap wine were dates--real dates."

"Because?"

She pursed her lips at him, not thrilled at being led like a fawn. She huffed, "because it was a date and it was with me and that was all you wanted."

Gil beamed at her with a laugh. "God, I'm such a good boyfriend."

"Stop it," she groaned, trying to lean away and pull her hands back to her.

He held on though, determined to keep her with him in the moment. He tilted his head to look at her, "that's still true, Thena. I don't care if I'm sneaking a burger and fries into your room between press briefings or we're at a diplomatic dinner. I wanna be with you. That's all."

Thena sighed, blinking in such a way that he knew she was trying not to cry. She shook her head, "you are a good boyfriend, much to my dismay."

He grinned; that was her way of saying that she loved him. He chuckled, "I love you, too, sweetie."

She let him stand and kiss her hair on the way to the fridge.

"So," he said more loudly and upbeat, "what to have for a real anniversary meal?"

Thena turned in her seat to look at him. On the one hand, he wanted to make their meals for the two of them. And on the other hand, she also couldn't ask the resident chef to make two servings of a gorgeous meal for her alone.

Well, she could, and no official questions would be asked. Risky, though.

"What do you feel like?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeves. He could change into something more comfortable after he was done with their dinner.

Thena smiled at him, hair over her shoulder, curled up in her chair in a ball. She looked sweet. "Pasta?"

He had onions, carrots, celery, herbs, leeks, tomatoes... "I think I can pull that off."

She stood from the chair and came over to him, sliding her lithe little arms around him from behind and pressing her face to his shoulder, "thank you, Gil."

He looked down and craned his neck to try and kiss her hands on his chest.

She laughed into his shirt before rising on her toes to kiss the back of his neck. "I'll pour some wine, you focus on the food."

Gil let her slide away from him, although the ache that could resonate in his chest when they were at work didn't follow. In here, they could be themselves, and he could be as perfect a boyfriend as he wanted.

#Thenamesh President AU #did someone say domestic fluff? #no?--well yes you did #it's so funny to write them like a normal couple #fuzzy and affectionate and cute and gross #it's a nice juxtaposition to the the gravity of this AU #Gil just likes being a boyfriend #this man dreams of being a house husband #malewife extraordinaire #Thena gets a week off #and Gil's like I'm gonna boyfriend so hard #I'm gonna make you breakfast in bed #rub your shoulders #draw you a bath every night #he did get her a gift btw #he got flowers ordered 'for the dining room arrangements' #he asked the chef to have a cake made with a certain recipe 'for testing' #he even ordered a bracelet on his personal computer with his personal card to his personal address #and then just kept it in his pocket all day #Thena did get him a gift too #she asked Druig to order and receive it for her #a little tie clip with a pearl on it to match her favourite earrings #when you and your boyfriend wanna match #but it's a threat to national security and public transparency and political integrity #so you just wear accessories that match right

[pvnkesttt]

katipō: joel miller and spidey!thena hcs.

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

pairing: joel miller and athena kallis (OC).

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

tlou-verse: a masterlist.

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

athena is māori 

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

she's demisexual!

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

the spiderling is 5'5, a short queen!

athena's spiderling name is "The Katipō".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#v: katipō #oc: athena kallis #pairing: joel & athena #hbo tlou #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #hbo the last of us #tlou joel miller #tlou joel #joel tlou #joel miller x oc #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #tlou oc #oc tlou #oc #ofc #spidersona #spideysona #spidersona oc #tlou headcanons #joel miller headcanons #joel miller headcanon

[marksbear]

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

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

DRUIG X MALE READER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

#druig x male reader #druig #male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #eternals marvel #eternals x male reader #the bear club

[callsigndragon]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 13: Christmas will break your heart

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

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3.1k

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

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, rooster feeling guilty, lots of fluff... before the crash and burn.

A/N: so am... i'm really sorry for making this to all of you dear readers. you're so gonna hate me after this.

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You can't fall asleep again once Rooster leaves the house. There's just something preventing you from closing your eyes and resting. You slowly get up, knowing there's no reason to stay on the sofa. Jesse is stirring and turning around, but not waking up. You can see the little smile on his face. He seems to be having a good dream. You kiss his forehead before moving upstairs. You still need to wrap Bradley's gift. 

On your way to your room, you see Nick pacing around Becca’s, the woman sitting on her bed, biting her nails. You approach him, curious about their behavior. "Guys, you seem nervous" 

Nick almost yells when you talk, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice your presence. "Why are you up?" 

"Cause I couldn't sleep anymore." You shrug, his comment making you believe that they want you to be awake. Not yet. 

"Makes sense. We just hoped you wouldn't be awake when Rooster came back." 

"Nick!"

He gasps. "Oh shit."

You look at them, not understanding a thing. "Am I not supposed to see what he's buying?" 

"Did he tell you he went to buy something?" 

"Nicholas!” Becca groans, covering her face in embarrassment. 

"You know what, fuck it. He knows where Solo lives and he went there with you father" 

"What?" 

"You're so dead, Nick" 

The thought of Rooster and Solo in the same room scares you. Not because Solo could hurt him, but because you know Rooster’s strength and how guilty he would feel afterwards if he inflicted pain on another person. 

"Can any of you go buy something for me? I don't want to leave the house"

Becca points at Nick. "He'll go. Payment for spilling the beans" 

Nick sighs, but accepts. "What do you need?" 

"A Polaroid album" 

“Cool. Speaking of Polaroids, there’s a box in the attic. Maybe you want to see it.” He says leaving the room. 

Polaroids, huh? The only one around here that used them was Goose. It might be good to take a look. 

Rooster comes back soon after Nick leaves. He's been crying, you can see it in his puffy, red eyes. Fear installs itself in your stomach, afraid that he has done something horrible to Solo and that he's now regretting it. He hugs your dad, whispering something to him and smiling a bit before walking towards you, who are now seated in the kitchen eating some Christmas cookies. 

"You know where I was, right?" He asks, seeing the answer in your eyes. "Thena, I'm sorry I had to."

"Please, just tell me that he can still walk," you mumble. 

"Yes, he can. He has a broken nose and was trapped in his closet for three minutes" 

"You…treated him like he did with me?" 

"An eye for an eye." 

"...Good. He deserves it" You open your arms for him, seeing a new wave of sadness extinguish the light in his eyes. Not again, he was so happy lately. "Roos, what is it?" 

"Everything is my fault" 

"Nugget, you can't blame yourself for this. Not again."

"No, Thena, you don't understand. He was… obsessed with me, and therefore with you"

"What?"

He explains to you what he saw in his house, how your dad's comment unlocked a long-forgotten conversation. Oh no. You thought he would stop blaming himself for your scar at last, and now this. 

Why can't you two have a normal relationship without trauma and drama? 

"Bradley Bradshaw, look at me. You are not to blame. It's not your fault if you're just really cool and people want to be like you. I mean, Jesse wants to be like you and he doesn't go around traumatizing me" 

"I know, but…"

"You're not taking the blame for this one, you hear me?" 

"Would you ever be able to look at me and not remember what Solo did?" 

The mention of his name makes your whole body shiver, an instant reaction that you’re sure will fade away with time. 

You circle the kitchen table, grabbing his face between your hands. He tilts his head to one side, kissing the palm of your hand. “The only thing I see when I look at you, Bradley Bradshaw, is a lot of lost time that I hope we can make up for.” 

A side-smile adorns his face when he looks at you. “It’s snowing” 

“Really?” You look out the window and see white snowflakes falling. The snow from when you arrived here had completely melted with the warm temperatures of the last couple days. “Woah, look at that.” 

“It’s been snowing all morning. Wanna go out and play?” Rooster says while running his fingers through your hair. 

You nod quickly, running upstairs to put on warmer clothes. 

“What are we gonna do when we come back?” you ask, resting in the snow after covering the backyard in snow angels with Rooster’s help. 

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love.” 

“Work, relationship, friends... I sent a message to Nat this morning, but I think she’s deployed or something. She didn't respond."

Rooster groans, rolling in the snow until he’s laying on top of you, his head pressing against your belly. You can still feel the warmth of his body through all the layers of clothing. “Too many things.” 

“I know, pretty nugget, but tomorrow is Christmas eve, we’re getting on a flight back home on Christmas day... In three days, we’re gonna be working again.” 

That only makes Rooster groan louder. You chuckle, patting his back. 

“I’m not worried about work. Remember when Phoenix was dating a member of the squad?” he says, bringing memories back. 

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love” you mock him, making him put a cold hand in your face. “Rooster is fucking cold!” 

“Serves you right. Anyway, I was referring to White Queen," he clarifies. 

“Oh, she was the sweetest girl. It was a pity that she was transferred to another station a few months into the relationship. I loved those two together.” 

“Yeah, but long-distance relationships were hard for her… Can’t blame her.” He mumbles the final words, tightening his embrace to emphasize the significance of his words. 

“I don’t think I could, either. I mean, I can't imagine a day without you in it. We’ve been together since we got out of Top Gun. Every. Single. Day. It’s hard to imagine the base without you.” 

“Oh, so you liked me before all this?” 

You grab a handful of snow, slowly moving it towards his face. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll like you after this.” 

You let the snow fall in his face, moving from below Rooster’s body to run away from him. He’s up on his feet in no time, making a big ball of snow with his bare hands. “Oh, you little-” 

“No, no, no. Don’t throw that at me.” 

“And why should I stop?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his face as he moves dangerously close, the snow crunching beneath his feet. 

“‘Cause you love me?” 

“True, but not enough.” He throws the ball straight to your face, almost throwing you to the floor. 

“Rooster,” you pout, getting the snow out of your face and clothes. 

He closes the distance and helps you, using his scarf to clean your face. “Grouchy, this is as simple as you want it to be. You want to tell our friends?” 

“Yes. I want them to know how much I love my nugget.” 

He lets out a giggle. “Stop, I feel like a teenager.” 

“We kinda are, Roos. We’ve been pushing back our feelings since we were teenagers.” 

He looks at the floor, thinking about your words for a second, slowly nodding while coming out of his thoughts. “Well, yes. You’re right. Does that mean that we can do crazy things?” 

“We said we loved each other already, and we’ve been dating for less than 72 hours.” 

“But we’ve known each other since you were born. It’s not as if I met you three days ago. I’ve been growing up with you by my side, loving you a bit more each day, even though I've been an asshole sometimes with you.” 

You grab his hands, ignoring the cold. “Okay, lover boy. What are you trying to say with this rant?” 

“Maybe we can move in together?” 

That wasn’t what you were expecting. “Roos, don’t you think it’s too soon to be sharing a house? I know we're doing the same thing here, but... we’re surrounded by family, and it's a little different."

“Hey, you got me all wrong. I’m not asking you to buy a house, share one bedroom, and all that. I’m talking about sharing an apartment but each one has their own room” 

“Please, elaborate.”

“So, we move to an apartment with two bedrooms. We spend a lot of time together whenever we’re not deployed, and, you know, we do things together: watch TV, cuddle on the sofa, eat takeout for dinner, play video games, you name it.” 

"I like that," you say, your mind racing with images of all the things you could do together if you shared an apartment. 

“I know. But the best thing is that, whenever one of us wants some time alone, we have separate rooms. If one day everything is too overwhelming for you, you can go to your own bed, or kick me out of yours, and enjoy some precious alone time.” 

“I can do that in my own apartment.” 

“But you won’t be able to have cuddles whenever you want,” he counters. 

“Yes, I can. It’s called a cuddle call.” You explain, seeing that there’s something else he’s not saying. The real reason why he doesn’t want you to have your own apartment. “Roos, just say it.” 

He inhales deeply. “What are you gonna do when someone knocks at your door?” 

You surely haven’t thought about that yet. Just the idea makes you breathe quickly. It wouldn't be the first time a neighbor came knocking in the middle of the night. What will you do? Pain and fear will become bearable in the future. You’ll be able to live a normal life without having to feel the claws of fear closing tightly around your throat, cutting off your breathing. Someday you’ll look back and think of this as a memory. 

It would take time, though. 

For now, you’re accepting Rooster’s offer. You know he’s not implying that you need him. He’s just offering to be there in case you want someone to help you in a bad moment. 

Building a relationship based on need is the biggest mistake you can make. And he knows, too.

“Okay, let’s move in together,” you whisper, having so many feelings at the moment that you’re not sure you can identify them. 

Maybe this is a complete mistake. Maybe it’s too soon to even think about living in the same place. Maybe it’s just the right thing to do. 

But the smile on his face and how he tackles you to the ground in the biggest hug ever known in history makes you believe that maybe it’s not a bad idea after all. 

Christmas Eve goes by with you almost being kicked out of the kitchen. You didn't realize what day it was until Sarah and Becca began to cook all types of Christmassy meals, including some of your favorites. 

This week has been an absolute mess. It started with you and Rooster being forced to share a bed. Now he's asking you to share a house with him. A home. A simple yet effective way of beginning a life together. Even though this life began years ago, after the car accident. You're just been too blind to realize that the love you were looking for was not in front of you, but at your side, at the F-18 that always flies with you. He's always been there. 

Rooster's playing with Jesse next to the fireplace, holding a tiny figurine of Chase, the police pup, in his big hands. You take a picture with your phone, looking at his fond smile and loving eyes. He's going to be an amazing dad, like Goose was. He might not have been there long enough for Rooster to remember him or for you to meet him, but you two know him. 

Iceman, Slider, and Maverick had made sure to tell you the type of man he was. He was loving, not only with his wife and his son but also with his friends. He loved them as a family. Maverick was a brother to him. That's why he’s Rooster's godfather. Goose was also attentive, caring, funny, and brave.

He was the type of person you don't meet often. The type that goes too early, leaving an empty space too big to fill, even harder to ignore. 

You've never met him, but you know him. 

And you know that he's looking at his son right now, knowing that he would be a better father than he was. 

You set the picture as your lock screen, admiring the pure love embodied in one single picture. 

Then the phone rings. A video call from Phoenix. 

"Love of my life, there you are!" You smile when you see her tired face. Tired means the mission was a success, and she's safe. 

"Look at that face. You're literally glowing. Have you fu-"

"There's a kid here, Nat!" You whine, Rooster whispering something in Jesse's ear, the kid is leaving the room in a second. 

"The kid has been secured," Rooster says, sitting next to you on the sofa, his arm resting on your shoulders while he waves at your friend. "Hey, Nat" 

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire, you two are in love. With capital letters." 

You look at each other, his shy smile making you giggle. "Well… maybe a bit" 

"I talked to you a few days ago, how can this be real?" 

"Well… A lot of shit happened with Solo," you mutter, shivering when his name slips from your lips. Rooster hugs you closer, kissing your temple. 

"Does he know?" Phoenix inquires, her eyes wide as she realizes you're referring to the monster in front of Bradley. 

You nod, looking at Bradley's hand. His fingertips are drawing small circles in your arm, a comforting, grounding touch you are grateful for. "A lot has happened. I'll tell you someday" 

She looks worried. "Is she okay?" She's asking that question directly to Bradley, not you. 

"She'll be okay. Just needs a bit of time." Rooster reassures you both. 

"Is this why you're asking to change stations, Bradshaw?" 

Rooster freezes when Phoenix’s words register in his brain. The fingers that are caressing your arm stop moving. A change of station? 

"You're doing what?" You don't look at him. It's almost unbearable. 

"Let me explain, Thena," he says, kneeling on the floor in front of you, his eyes searching for yours, even though they're lost. 

"So it's true," you whisper, the phone falling from your hands into your lap. Nat silently hangs up, a guilty expression on her face. "You want to change stations. You asked me to live together this morning, and now you're probably moving across the country." 

There are tears in your eyes, so many of them that Rooster is just a blur. You blink, teardrops on your cheeks, as his hand approaches your face. You flinch away. 

"Don't touch me." 

He has been giving you reasons to believe that he is going to be with you… forever, if he can. 

You're the only person I want to fly with. 

The only way you're getting rid of me is when you say you don't love me anymore. 

Was that real? Was any of it real? 

"No, no, no, love, look at me. Please, look at me, it's not what you think." He begs, tears of his own falling silently. 

His hands cup your face. His touch, a warmth so welcome a few seconds ago, now burns; it suffocates you. Have you become Icarus in this timeline? Have you tried to be so close to your personal sun that now it ignites your skin? Melting it. Hurting in the most painful yet delicious way. His calloused hands, the physical depiction of his so-called love and respect for you, now leave aching goosebumps in your skin. It brings comfort and grief at the same time. These are the hands you want to be held in—the same hands that have betrayed you. 

It's too much. 

"I said don't touch me!" 

Rooster backs away from you, his hands open and held in the air as if he were surrendering to the enemy. The rational part of your brain wants you to stop and listen to whatever he has to say. He had never given you a reason not to trust him, right? 

Well, he tried to pull your papers.  

He knew that you loved him. He heard your confession. 

He didn't say anything about it; he made you believe that he didn't hear you, that he didn't love you. 

He had been acting like a dick ever since. 

He came up with the fake dating idea knowing that you loved him. 

He asked you to share a home with him.

And now, as if nothing that has happened between the two of you matters, he's asking to leave. 

Asking to leave you. 

Who's the enemy here? You, for running upstairs and locking yourself in the bedroom? Or him, for lying and betraying the little trust you had left in him? 

He's at the other side of the door, your name falling from his lips as a litany. You know he’s trying his best not to knock on the door. You thank him for that, but it only makes you pack your things faster. 

"Thena, please. Talk to me." 

You tune him out. If you don't hear him, he's not there. He can't hurt you. Not anymore. 

You've been broken too many times this week. But this? This is the final blow. You are packing your things, as if every cloth were a piece of your broken heart, collecting them in hopes that, with patience and lots of work, every single piece will fall into place. 

The Uber should be here at any time. You take a few breaths before opening the door. You look at the floor, however. You can't look at his face. 

"You're gonna move and let me go. You're not gonna look for me or ask about me. And if someone asks where I am or why I am gone," you raise your eyes, making eye contact in an ephemeral moment of bravery, "Tell them how you've been lying to them for a whole week and how you ended up lying to me, too." 

You leave him standing in that hallway before running downstairs, leaving the house with tears in your eyes and a little boy crying out for you to come back home.

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[redheadspark]

Hawuu could i request Druig with 7 and 14 for your fluff prompt session

A/N - HAWUU! I think this request is adorable and it made me smile! Thanks for requesting this, my friend!

Borrow

Summary - Druig tends to lose his sweatshirt at times. But he knows where to look

Warnings - Just fluff for this one :)

"Okay, I know I brought it with me..."

Druig looked up from his spot where he had a small bag filled with his old clothes, a bit confused since he was looking for a particular sweater that he grew to love over the centuries. But the more he looked in his bag, the more concerned he was getting.

He thought he packed it. Didn't he pack it?

Druig was leaving hastily to go with the others to save the world, actually, he was dragging his feet really since the last thing he wanted to do was be back with them all. 500 years away from them in bliss amongst his people in the jungle was all that Druig ever wanted, but now he was back to square one.

Yet he wasn't alone in it.

He clicked his tongue and looked up, seeing the room out of his room barely open and the small shuffling of feet. Humming to himself, he left his bag on his old bed and walked out of his old room into the hallway. The familiar hum of the Domo Energy was once again evident as he moved down the hallway, having all of the memories of the past flood him again. Those moments were a mixture of good and bad, but this time it wasn't painful to be back there within the walls.

It seemed....still

Even after Ikaris nearly killed him, destroying the planet to have the Emergence begin and Tiamut awaken to cause more chaos, Druig was content where he was. The village was behind him, he was no longer needed there to protect them after all this time. His next chapter was back on the Domo, to seek out other Eternals that could be out in the universe. He was going to accompany Thena and Makkari, along with one other whom Druig saw in the meeting room of the Domo.

You, his wife of 600 years, wearing the very sweater he thought he lost.

It was a habit of yours to take his sweater, you simply loved wearing it when it was too cold in the jungle or when you needed something of comfort. One of the female elders in the village made it for him as an offering and gift in the mid-1950s, Druig was beyond grateful for the gift and took care of the garment as best he could.

However, you were the one who knew how to get the stains out when he wore the sweater during a building process or when he ate berries for dinner, so you stole it then and wore it at times.

It was a deep navy color, the blue complimented Druig very well when he wore it and brought out his pale skin and bright blue eyes. Yet Druig caught you at times wearing it when you did the laundry outside your little home or planting new seeds in a row out in the farmlands. It was a bit too big on you, the sleeves big around your wrists and the end beyond your hips.

Yet Druig would always watch you for a moment, noticing you in his sweater and thinking of how domestic and intimate it was for you to wear a piece of him. He adored it, never minding you wore it more than he did.

You wore it when you needed to have Druig close to you, whether he was physically there or not. In times of uncertainty, you wore it, in times of comfort and peace, in any kind of grief from the death of a villager you wore it. It was a part of Druig, from the color to the scent that was Druig and rubbed off on the material, you held it close and never wished to let it go.

There you were, on the Domo sometime after stopping the world from ending, wearing the navy blue sweater that has seen better days. A couple of frails here and there along the hems, and some lighter blues along the elbows and near the collar were seen.

But Druig thought you were breathtaking in it.

You were looking at the few trinkets that you brought with you in your own bag, the sweater hanging loose on you over the leggings you were wearing, and your bare feet touching the Domo floor. Druig leaned against the wall he was by, gazing at you for a few long moments as you were thumbing through a few books you stowed in your bag and some pictures that you took together as a couple.

"I've always loved that sweater on you," Druig hummed, you tearing your eyes away from your bag and sheepishly grinning at Druig. He walked over then, reaching out to pull you into his arms and breathed you in and you held him close. It was a lot for you two to leave the home you had for 500 years, to lose Gilgamesh and hear about Ajak's death, and to have the betrayal from Ikaris who was your family.

Druig always checked in on you throughout the whole process, making sure you were okay and in the right headspace. He was your protector and always has been since you two got together as a couple and even after you two were married. You were a protector too when it came to safety and defense, Druig knew you could hold your own. But he loved you, and that way he showed his love was in his actions with you.

"Maybe I tend to take your sweater far too much," You admitted into his chest as Druig just smiled.

"Nah, I like it on ya," Druig reassured you as he rubbed your arms soothingly with his fingers, "You look better in blue than I do,"

"That's not true!" You contorted back as you looked up at him, seeing him cock his head at you as you kept talking, "Your eyes are very blue in this sweater,"

"Well your hair is extra golden in the sweater, so I win." He replied, sticking out his tongue at you as you chuckled. Druig kept it light, not knowing what the future was going to be like. But as he kissed you with his finger twirling in the sweater that was made for him a long ago, he knew it was meant to be yours.

And your future was just as bright and filled with warmth as the sweater you were wearing.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing

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[cdragons]

Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader (AKA Kaetlyn) Headcanons Part 1

Note: Hecate!Eternal’s name is Kaetlyn (it’s still a Reader x Druig au, but it’s just easier for me to give her a name). Her powers are that of manipulating shadows and darkness. For the sake of easier writing, Kaetlyn is ENFP and Druig is INTJ. The MBTIs of the characters don’t really matter that much, but they do help me out when figuring out scenes and writing headcanons. Also, these headcanons are really Part 1 of many.

Also, because these are Druig x Reader headcanons, the reader will be referred as “You”.

In the simplest of terms, your two’s ship dynamic is very… cool & stoic on the outside, but soft on the inside (Druig) x Chaotic Dumbass Sunshine who hides their crippling anxiety (You)

You are clingy…like VERYYYYY clingy

But Druig LIVES for the fact that you love his attention so much, and genuinely thinks that you are the most adorable creature in the whole f*cking universe

Druig is constantly pissed off at everyone on the team except the following: You, Makkari, Sephia, and Thena (he drinks his respect women juice every damn day without fail)

Phastos and Gilgamesh are cool, but Gilgamesh is low-key kind of hyper for him (so are you, but at least you have the excuse of being the light of his life); also, he mostly just teases Phastos for his inventions

He also gets along with Sersi, but he low-key thinks she’s too much of a follower with how well she gets along with Ikaris and reveres Ajak

He assumed the same of you when you all first arrived on Earth, given how you and Kingo were pretty close to one another (very chaotic sibling-like antics)

But then he saw you throw a sandal at Ikaris’ face when he commented that you were too “menacing” to wear any of the human clothing gifted to you from the village women for all the childbirths you aided (leaving a VERY red imprint that resulted in a broken nose with how hard you threw it)

And then you basically converted your room at the Domo into a secret laboratory to sneak in all the Deviants you killed to study their anatomy & physiology, and just slept in Sephia’s room – all without Ajak’s permission!

You got in a HUGE amount of trouble, but you were stubborn in your belief that the deviants had to have shared some common anatomical features to target; and by studying them, this information would make killing them so much easier

It pissed Ikaris so much when Ajak ended up approving of your research (lol, what a loser), and it made you sooooo happy

To say he was intrigued – and little turned on – from that point on was a severe understatement

You, on the other hand, were fond of Druig pretty much from the beginning you laid eyes on him

Despite your stubbornness and hyperactive attitude, you were extremely observant and intuitive of those around you (you had to be, you were literally a shadow assassin), so when your gut told you that there was more than meets the eye when it came to someone – you listened

And you were not disappointed when it came to Druig

You adored how he wasn’t super showy in his kindness and affection towards humans, and you could see in the huge amount of love he had for them in his eyes

You would always try to make conversation with him, and try to get to know him so that you two could at least be friends

So, when HE was the first to approach you for conversation, you were over the moon – and it didn’t help how hypnotic you found his blue eyes to be, along with how soft his voice would get in teasing you, not to mention how soft his lips looked whenever he talked!

Makkari and Sephia both knew about your crush, and they (mostly Makkari) loved to tease you over it (but they were your #1 shippers); so did Kingo, but he thought something was wrong with you (your shadow slapped his head for that)

Druig was skeptical at first, and rebuffed your multiple attempts to befriend him – until Makkari literally smacked his head at learning this, and told him how nice you were and you honestly admired him

He decided to make amends to you by approaching you first for once – only to be sucker punched in the gut at your earnest warmth and affection towards him, and all those guarded walls came crashing down

He was NOT prepared to experience so much wholesomeness in someone who was LITERALLY the master of shadows and darkness, and he was even LESS prepared to discover how introspective you actually were compared to how you present yourself to others

He starts noticing things about you that just make him feel so warm and fuzzy, and it’s freaking him out; like how you will always have your arms open for those who civilization called “monsters” and “cursed”; always treating their wounds, making them laugh with your shadows, hiding them from real monsters (their abusers), etc.

When he asked you why you preferred their company, you explained to him that you knew what it was like to be judged by everyone around you – even going into detail of how insecure you were of your powers because some people (Ikaris & Sprite) liked to call you a monster

You then went on to tell him that you always seemed so happy and bubbly as a way for others not to see you as an enemy – and that you were so grateful for friends like Sephia and Makkari because they didn’t use your powers as an excuse to avoid you, and openly accepted you as a friend

You also go into detail that you didn’t like to use your powers that much, because you didn’t want to be seen as someone who takes pleasure in controlling others; that’s why you wanted to learn how to make medicine, so that you would be seen as helpful and not like a monster

Druig was blown away by how similar the two of you actually were to one another – he used his aloofness as a way to rebuff the others’ assumptions, while you used a mask of sunshine and happiness to avoid being excluded, but the two of you both understood the fear of rejection

And when he learned that you intended to use your skills in studying anatomy & physiology to hopefully study humans to help them (especially the women who go through childbirth and diseases) develop medicines and healing practices with Sephia (who you convinced to develop medicinal herbs and fruits)

You fell first, but he fell FAR HARDER

But you two wouldn’t get together for a couple of centuries because the two of you are convinced that the other is too good for someone like them, and so the mutual pining would continue for AGES (driving Makkari absolutely INSANE because her OTP is not getting together, like whyyyyyyy?????)

Makkari and Sersi totally have ranting sessions about how their dumbass friends aren’t getting together like they want them to

Also, your room is both a secret zoo and a mad surgeon’s laboratory

When it comes to animals (especially magical and strange ones), you have ZERO self-control, and Druig only encourages it

You found a newborn Doberman puppy with a little white spot on his belly so you named him Cerberus (Cerby for short), and when you were learning magic under Agamotto, your magic went a tiny bit haywire so then the baby pup got three heads instead of one

He typically only is shown with one head, but when he gets REALLY MAD, he will grow HUGE and with the 3 heads

Cerby’s favorites (after you) are the following: Druig, Sephia, Makkari, Thena, and Gilgamesh (bc Cerby will always be baby to them); but he gets along with everyone

Except Ikaris because he doesn’t like how the blue man is mean to his magic shadow mommy

Druig questions everything, and you want to know EVERYTHING…so naturally you are perfect for one another and NO ONE is surprised when the two of you finally get together

As always, please remain respectful and kind! If you liked these headcanons, please like/comment/reblog for more!

Taglist: @valeskafics, @its-actually-minicika, @spacetalbot, @siempre-bucky, @ethereal-athalia, and anyone else who think they might enjoy this!

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[intothemultifandom]

– 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 || 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠

SUMMARY: The gift of foresight had served you well, until it doesn't. Rescuing you from an unpleasant vision, your love knows exactly what to do to bring you back to the present.  PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternals!Female!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: romance; angst

Since you could remember, you existed for one reason and one reason only:

SERVE ARISHEM. ELIMINATE ALL DEVIANTS.

It had been one of your earliest thoughts when you first woke in The Domo, second only to the name Arishem–celestial supreme–had bestowed unto you:

Y-O-U-R-N-A-M-E.

"I am [Y/N]," you tested aloud, awed by the smooth tone of your voice.

Across from you, a large figure entered your line of sight and as you raised your head to consider the new-comer, you were taken aback once you saw who it was.

Out of all the males you’d awoken with, the stranger was perhaps the youngest of them all.

He was tall, nearly a head taller than you, and while your uniform was dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, his uniform consisted of blacks and reds. 

The colours he wore were a stark contrast to his skin, pale as though kissed my moonlight and complimentary all the same against the sharp lines and contours of his face. 

"[Y/N], is it?" An equally low voice greeted in turn, a mischievous glint taking root in piercing blue eyes.

The young man had drawn close the moment he started speaking, your tongue growing laden as he paused in front of you. "Beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl."

If you were genetically engineered not to get sick, it certainly did not feel like it.

In his presence, it felt as though your breath had got caught in your chest and in spite of the regulated air pressure circulating through the ship, you couldn’t help but feel the air around you both had become almost electric. Dizzying in an almost familiar sort of way. 

"–My name is Druig," the young man said, grasping your hand in his.

Smoothly, he pressed his mouth against your pulse, lips curled into a small, disarmingly warm, smile as he lifted his head.

"It's so lovely to meet you."

––The third and most encompassing thought you had on The Domo the day, was of him.

Druig.

In addition to celestial energy and your natural athleticism, the gift of precognition was perhaps your greatest asset in battle, one that often put you on par with Makkari.

Where she could outmanoeuvre herself out of any situation with her speed, your foresight gave the team the upper-hand to strike Deviant nests before the creatures would even decide to attack first.

Ironically, it seemed that for all you could see the future, seIdom could you recall the past. 

You could not remember whether or not you had kin waiting for you back at Olympia, or if there was a special someone waiting for your return.

Instead, where you imagined the comforting embrace of a mother you had come to picture Ajak, with her kind eyes, soft touch and motherly affection. She had guided you many times, had offered you redolent views and insights so you could learn to understand the world around you. 

When you thought of the proud smiles of the great Gilgamesh and mighty Thena after an intense training session, you thought of how mortals considered the kin before them and found yourself honored you had your very own Uncle and Aunt to learn from. 

And when you thought of the rest–of Sersi and Ikaris, side-by-side and in their own little world; of Sprite and Kingo, often causing mischief amongst the mortals; and Phastos and Makkari, always sating their burning curiosity–you thought of how too few mortals could say they had this many siblings, and how colorless your mission would've been without them. 

Of course, at the centre of what was slowly becoming your universe, was Druig.

From the very first time you had met, there was something about the brooding-Eternal that endeared him to you, and supposedly, you to him.

After your initial introduction he had become a constant presence in your life, always seeking you out in the quiet corners of The Domo, to moments of reprieve between battle and chaos. Teasing. Touching. Always falling back into orbit as though you were twin stars, destined to gravitate towards the other. 

Beneath changing skies and through the rise and fall of multiple civilisations, falling in love with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

In fact at times, it almost felt as though in some past life, you’d already loved him befor–

The sky was red, your skin feverish. Still, you tugged at him him, mapping each crevice and plane you’d explored many times before as he did the same. 

Desperation made your touch ardent, made his lips linger on the crown of your head even when the contact burned. 

“I’ll find you again, [Y/N]” he’d said fiercely, teeth red as blood dribbled down to his chin.

“I’ll find you,” he said more quietly, almost to himself as he settled around you. Your final refuge. 

The ground shook again. The dirt splintered with a boom. 

Distantly, you thought of Makkari–of how she’d always been quiet–and hoped that she’d manage to outrun it all before you peered up. 

Sprite had stopped screaming; Sersi had only started.

The end of the world grew too loud, the chaos turned to white noise but oddly enough you could still hear him. 

Druig. 

Maybe it was because he was right in front of you, or maybe it’s because you’d always been attuned to his frequency, but as you zeroed in on his laboured breathing, you couldn’t help but rasp: 

"And I, yo–

–Beautiful, beautiful, [Y/N], you’re missing the festivities,” his ochre voice said, breaking you out of your reverie as a maelstrom of emotions flooded you.

Maybe I’m ill, you thought, reeling.

Druig had come up behind you, wrapping broad arms around your frame as he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck.

You could practically feel his sly smile against your skin. 

His touch burned. 

“Do we bore you that much that you’d rather return to your paints than me, oh great [pseudonym]?"

Shaking yourself from your daze, you lifted your gaze to meet his, swallowing the unease that had lodged itself at the base of your throat with a small smile. 

“You could never bore me,” you said immediately, forcefully rolling your eyes as to quell whatever thundered in your chest. 

What you had seen, it couldn’t have been the future. 

Half-heartedly, you placed the paint brush you’d been holding back with the rest, turning fully to fold yourself properly into his embrace. 

Druig, ever attentive, must’ve felt the tension in your frame and sensed the trouble plaguing your mind because gently, he pressed his lips to your head.

It was his way of grounding you, you knew, his way of comforting you when words failed him.

“I know,” he hummed after a moment, brushing his fingers along the curve of your back. 

His touch, this time, tingled pleasantly. 

“Let’s get back to the others then, shall we?” he continued, unwinding his arms as to hold out a hand.

You knew he wanted to ask what had happened, knew he wanted you to lay your burdens bare before him.

But Druig was Druig, and while he was often snarky, he was not unkind.

This was not the first time you had seen something unpleasant, something horrifying.

You would talk, later, when the festivities had ended and you could confess what you’d seen between fine sheets and in the comfort of your room.

But for now, all you wanted to do was forget what you’d seen. And because Druig loved you, he’d make it happen. 

“Kingo’s promised a woman you’ll sculpt a statue in her like,” he baited, almost slyly. It was a no-doubt way to do exactly as you wanted. 

Fondness swelled in your chest at his meddling and at him, and laughing, you slotted your hand within his. 

On papyrus paper the size of a crate of wine, you had painted a red sky. A burning field. Two people, lost in the flames, at the very centre of it all.

And further, 

                  further, 

                             further in the back–

                                                   a hand emerging from the Earth.

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[taran-chan]

on a Wednesday, in a cafe (chapter 21)

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monday lunchbox: grilled eel rice

It’s Gilgamesh’s birthday. It’s his fucking birthday, and he’s standing in his kitchen, making breakfast for them at 6:30 am, wearing nothing but his boxer and his “Kiss The Cook” apron, with a drawing of himself in a cartoonish way that she painted on not so long ago, and looking as delicious as a feast. Thena watches him from the kitchen door, she’s wearing his oversized hoodie and her expression is mixed between frustration and amusement.

“I planned to give you a birthday present in bed, you know,” She uncrosses her arms and walks over to kiss him good morning, “I even set the alarm 30 minutes early. It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t have gotten up this early.”

“I won’t give up any chance to pamper you,” Gil murmurs against her lips, his hands sneaking under the hoodie, “What did you plan anyway?”

Thena rises up on her toes, and whatever that she’s whispering into his ears makes him groan and hide his burning face into her neck, all the while holding her tighter. She’s nearly able to feel the thumping of his heart.

“Can I still collect my gift tonight?” He asks shyly.

“It’s your last chance,” Thena chuckles, rubbing his hair and kissing his reddened ears. Her eyes land on the lunchbox on the table, next to a thermos bottle that contains hot soup.

“You start selling your eel lunchboxes today, right?”

“Yeah, we’re switching to our summer menu from today,” he nods, “I took Makkari’s advice so I’ll just prepare a dozen boxes only. You get the first one.”

“Lucky me.”

Gil began to make lunchboxes for Thena to bring to work last week, after hearing from Kingo that someone at their firm got food poisoning because of the lunch meals at their cafeteria. They went to buy lunchboxes together. Thena chose an oval wooden box, and Gil picked a white wrap cloth with golden star patterns on it. They didn’t forget to buy a new waffle maker because Thena broke his old one when she tried to make waffles and then literally set it on fire. She doesn’t have anything to complain about, really, she’s eating better than ever.

“How many tacos do you think you can get for an eel lunchbox?” She asks while munching on her French toast and raspberries.

“I’m not sure,” Gil rubs his chin, “But definitely it’ll be more expensive than our regular lunch set. And it’s also limited, therefore if Jake and Layla order too late, there won’t be any left for them.”

“I think it could be approximately a special combo in their restaurant,” Thena says, “It’s insanely good.”

She got to try the grilled eel rice once with Sprite, Makkari and Ajak on the day they tried out their summer menu, including other goodies such as Ajak’s orange and guava tea and Makkari’s fruit tart. And after their camping trip, because Steven has excellently completed his mission of watching Arishem (the red iguana even looks chubbier after spending two days at his house), Gil gave him lots of coupons for the rainbow trouts they caught. A few days later, Eternal treated Steven, as well as Marc and Jake, the other two of the triplets, a hearty lunch. Ajak learned that Marc owns a Mexican restaurant three blocks away, she called for Gil and the five of them discussed for about 10 minutes, then agreed to trade food with each other. Two medium-sized drinks equal a large nacho, one slice of cake/pie equals one burrito and a lunch set equals a quesadilla.

Since that day, they’ve been buying lunches and sometimes Sprite’s after-school snacks from Marc’s restaurant. Her final exam is coming so she uses the times when they don’t get many customers to study, and she’s been increasingly asking Thena to teach her maths and physics, to the point the older woman feels like a tutor. She even worries as the exam week is approaching, which is this week.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gil says, clearing the table, “You two worked very hard for this. It’ll pay off.”

“You too were so worried that you didn’t let her eat eels or anything that has seaweed, because she might “slip and fell”.”

“Hey, I didn’t fail once in my school years thanks to that trick.”

Thena just rolls her eyes, pulling him closer by the straps of his apron and kissing him. Her irresistible dessert. Gil sends her to work with many more kisses, as if he wants to make sure she won’t forget her promise for tonight. It’s a long day already.

★

The lunchbox is still warm when she opens it at noon. On the soft rice are two big pieces of eel that were deboned, soaked in BBQ sauce and grilled, sprinkled with a thin layer of sesame seeds. On the side is some stir-fried morning glory. The sweet and rich BBQ sauce has combined with the eel meat beautifully, a dot of nutty sesame seed here and there makes her unable to stop her spoon. There’s also hot miso soup to refresh whenever she gets tired of the greasiness. The meal is so good Thena tries to eat it slowly so that it won’t end. She’s talking with Gil over the phone at the moment.

“Have you had your lunch?” She asks.

“We’re waiting for Layla to deliver our lunch,” he sounds like an excited boy, “Turns out two eel lunchboxes can be traded with their special lunch set and drinks! Can you believe that?”

“I told you this morning. It’s incredible, you underestimate yourself this time.”

She hears him laugh, “Are you having lunch as well? Don’t skip your meal, okay?”

“Not a chance. I just call to tell you that Kingo saw my lunchbox when he stopped by my office to deliver some files, then he ran out of the building, I think he’s heading to Eternal.”

“So you call to tell me to leave him a lunchbox?”

“Only because he’s doing a pretty decent job this month. Besides, he’s probably come bearing your gift. Is there any box left?”

“Just one. I’ll save it for him then.”

“Thanks, darling, I’ll try to leave early today,” she purrs.

“Looking forward to it,” he lowers his voice, “I miss you, Thena.”

“Miss you.”

★

When Thena steps into Eternal’s backyard that evening, she finds Gil and Makkari up to their necks in the kitchen. It looks like there are many customers at the front, they seem to be short of cakes because Gil is making something that looks like a fruit roll cake. She decides not to distract them and steps up the stairs. She used the key he gave her on their one-month anniversary to open the door. The lights are on, Arishem turns his attention to her as she enters the living room. She comes over to the tank, petting and feeding him some dry food and then moves on to the kitchen to find some lettuce for him (Gil always stores at least one or two in the fridge).

On the table is her dinner: spaghetti Napolitan and salad Caesar with a poached egg. There’s also a note from Gil, saying that if she’s back while he’s busy with his shop, she should have dinner first and to apologize, her dessert is in the fridge. She grins when she finds a square container with blueberry tiramisu inside. She washes her lunchbox and thermos bottle, both empty, knowing that Gil would be very happy and proud of himself because she finished the lunch he prepared. Then she brings her dinner and Arishem’s into the living room to eat with the animal, looking at all of the presents that their friends have stopped by and given him during the day. They are stacked on the coffee table, he’s probably too busy and doesn’t have time to put them away. He said he wanted to spend the evening with Thena so they don’t organize a birthday party, yet he still got presents. Ajak gave him a new teapot, Kingo brought a Bluray set of Godfather movies and a thank you note for the lunchbox, Sprite gave him a keychain with a grizzly bear attached, Druig sent a fancy wine bottle, Phastos and his family: a huge flower lego set, Sersi and Ikaris gave him…a set of new pots and pans to replace the ones that have black spots at the bottom that Gil can never scrub clean after their camping trip. Thena’s very happy on his behalf. Her Gilgamesh deserves the entire world for simply existing in it.

“Thena?” Gil calls out the moment he steps inside and sees her shoes. She stands up from the couch and he rushes to her, sweeping her up her feet and into his arms. He kisses her deeply, whispering his apologies for making her wait. Her arms automatically loop themselves around his shoulders and he starts carrying her toward his bedroom.

“Have you had dinner?”

“I have.”

“Good, my turn. I’ve been waiting all day,” he kicks the door shut.

★

Gilgamesh is lying between Thena’s legs, his head pillowed on her stomach and he exhales a satisfying breath. They’re both sated, sinking into the bed while caressing each other lazily. Gil peppers her stomach with kisses, she slips a hand into his hair and tries to sit up, but he pulls her onto his lap and keeps kissing her. She indulges him for a good while more, then covers his eyes.

“Close your eyes.”

“But I want to look at you,” he pouts.

“How am I supposed to surprise you with your gifts then?”

“You have more gifts for me?”

“Of course. You think I didn’t get you any?”

“But I thought… We just…”

Thena laughs, “My love, you deserve more than one gift from me. Now listen to me and close your eyes.”

He does as told and she climbs off his lap. She opens the wardrobe, retrieving her lavenders and forget-me-nots bouquet and back to bed, reclaiming her position in his lap. She wraps her legs around his torso and he holds her hips, already beaming, “It smells nice. Did you get me flowers?”

“You can look now,” she says.

His smile is brighter when he sees the big bouquet. He can be so delighted with the small things in life, and she loves him for it.

“I think there’s something in the middle,” she points out. He draws out a paper hidden among the lavenders. It’s an advertisement for a seaside resort that Thena printed out from their website.

“I realized we haven’t had a summer vacation to the beach so I deliberately made a reservation. Last weekend of June. Two days and one night but I can extend it if you want,” Thena blushes, “Can you save those two days for us?”

Gil is nodding repeatedly, like a puppet on a string.

“Just you and me?”

“Just you and me.”

“You spoiled me rotten.”

“Don’t be silly, I barely got the chance to,” she disagrees.

“Maybe I’ll get to put sunscreen on you,” he says, moving the bouquet out of the way so they can be pressed against one another. She feels him harden beneath her and moans against his lips.

“I’ll grill lots of seafood,” he goes on, kissing her down the mattress, “Bringing you many rounds of mojito, and making sweet, passionate love to you any time, anywhere you want.”

“Fuck, I love you so much,” she gasps. She can’t wait until the last weekend of June.

#thenamesh #gilgamesh x thena #thena x gilgamesh #the eternals #thena #gilgamesh #this fic deserves a tumblr promote once in a while lol #eternals

[eternalowl]

Day 1 - Modern AU

Posted on ao3 with the title “Christmas Trees and Engagement Rings”

It was the morning of the 25th of December and the smell of hot chocolate was present throughout the entire house.

Thena had just woken up. She was still trying to open her eyes, and it was hard for her because of the light pouring into the room through the window. The snow that fell the night before wasn’t helping with the brightness at all. She finally managed to open her eyes and she looked next to her, only to find that the bed was empty beside her. Much to her disdain, she pried herself out of bed and dragged her feet along the floor to the kitchen. Once she got to the kitchen, she was greeted with the sight of Gilgamesh making hot chocolate. Once she saw him, it was as if she gained an instant boost of energy.

“Good morning, Thena,” Gilgamesh greeted as he pressed his lips against her forehead. “Here. Powdered peppermint and mini marshmallows, just the way you like it.” Gil then handed Thena a cup of hot cocoa.

Thankfully, it was already cool enough to drink, so Thena took a sip and let out a hum of contentment. “Just for this I’ll forgive you for not being in bed earlier.”

“Could you really stay mad at me though?” Gil asked, leaving trails of kisses from Thena’s forehead to her lips. Occasionally, he would lay a kiss on Thena’s nose just so that he could watch it scrunch up in that adorable way that it does as she laughs.

“I guess not,” Thena replied, still chuckling.

Gil then took his cup of hot chocolate and walked over to the Christmas tree with Thena. They sat down on the couch and Thena let her head rest on Gil’s shoulder. Gil let his head gently rest against Thena’s.

They stayed like that for a while, not speaking a word and just enjoying each other’s company.

“I got you something,” Gil informed as he walked over to the tree, pulled out a small, rectangular gift, and sat back down on the couch. He handed the gift to Thena and she ripped the wrapping paper off of it, revealing a small box. Thena opened it to see what was inside. The box contained many different colors of acrylic paint and a myriad of different brushes. “About a month ago you said that you were getting into painting, so one day I saw this and thought that you might like it.”

Thena wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she said as she stuffed her face into his neck. “I got you something, too,” she said when she pulled away. She walked over to the tree and pulled out a bigger package. Not only was it larger in size, but it also weighed more. “Well, I guess I can’t take all of the credit. The others pitched in as well.”

Gil carefully undid the wrapping paper and revealed a fair-sized book, but this wasn’t just a regular book; it was a scrapbook. Well, an extremely glorified scrapbook.

Gil flipped through the pages, seeing photo strips from photo booths, small little quotes, and even aesthetic and mood boards for each of them; those were probably Makkari and Sersi’s doing. As he flipped through, he saw the memories that everyone cherished the most about each other. Whether it be someone shoving Ajak’s face into her cake on her birthday, Druig and Phastos trying to beat up Ikaris while Makkari cheers them on, Sprite pranking her favorite target who is better known as Kingo, or something as mundane, even though nothing with any of them involved could exactly be considered mundane, as a selfie of the group, it was there.

“In the back, there’s still a bunch of open pages, so we can still add to it,” Thena threw in, her head resting against Gil’s shoulder once again.

“I- I love it.” He truly meant what he said. “I have one more gift for you.” Thena hummed in confusion. Gil then stood up, holding Thena’s hands and bringing her up along with him.

“What gift? You didn’t need to get me anything extra.”

“But I did,” Gil said, caressing Thena’s cheek. She leaned into the touch. “I remember that, a few years ago, on this day, I fell almost hopelessly in love with you,” Gil chuckled and shook his head at that statement. “so I think that if I’m going to ask you this, it has to be on Christmas.”

“Ask me what?” Thena asked.

“Thena, you are the only one I can ever see myself being with. Years ago, I never thought I could ever feel this way about someone, but then you showed up.”

“What are you…” Thena was practically whispering to herself. Her hands then slowly drifted up to cover her mouth in surprise as Gil got down on one knee. Tears of joy started to shed from her eyes and clung to her eyelashes. Gil then reached into his pocket and pulled out a velveteen ring box.

“Thena, will you marry me?” Gil said as he opened the box, showing her the ring on the inside. The ring was a golden band adorned with a beautiful diamond.

So many tears had clung to her lashes that her vision was being blurred to the point where she could barely see.

“Yes,” she managed to get out between her sobs of joy. “Yes!” Gil slipped the ring onto her finger before she pulled him back up to his feet and passionately kissed him. When he returned the kiss, she let out a moan of contentment. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he let his hands drift to her back and the back of her head. She let one of her hands make its way into his hair.

They continued to kiss each other for a few more minutes before Thena spoke.

“The others don’t know about this, don’t they?” she asked, her lips still centimeters away from Gil’s.

“They don’t have a clue.”

#thenameshweek2022 #thenameshweek #thena x gilgamesh #thena and gilgamesh #thenamesh #as a South Dakotan #I can confirm the snow can be a bitch #in the morning sometimes #I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH #forfit all mortal possessions to Thenamesh #ive been waiting in my cave to post this #I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT DAY IT IS ANYMORE #I’m an aromantic #trying to write romance #Thena liking hot cocoa #with powdered peppermint and mini marshmallows #is all I need in life #eternals gilgamesh #eternals thena #eternals

[softquietsteadylove]

Let’s do some soft moment between them?

Thena sees how stressed Gil is and decides to do some things for him, like ordering dinner, sorting and taking care of little stuff and more!

"Hey hon," Gil calls as he drags himself through the door. He sets his bag down heavily but tries to pull himself together. Thena got off her shift six hours ago, and he doesn't want to ruin her evening with his shit day.

It's all part of the job, right?

"Hey!"

He grunts faintly as Thena comes running down the front hall and throws herself into his arms. He's not complaining, though, happily burying his nose in her hair and holding her against his chest.

She pulls away, only to hold his cheeks in her hands and kiss him properly. "I missed you."

Obviously she knows he's had a hard shift, but it still makes him all warm and fuzzy inside for her to kiss him like that and lavish him with attention and sweet words. "I missed you too."

Thena walks them further into her apartment, trading little kisses with him as they walk, like they're lovesick teenagers, which she always said she found obnoxious. "You go sit, I'll bring dinner over."

"You cooked?" he chuckles, but obeys her instruction.

"I'm trying to help you relax, not poison you."

He lets out a long laugh on his way to her nice comfy sectional. He doesn't lie down, though. If he does that, he's just going to fall asleep in an instant.

"I ordered your favourites," she calls from the kitchen in the same happy tone.

Gil raises a brow at it, lounging back on the couch. "What's got you so giddy?"

"Just," he heard some clinking of cuttlery and plates and stuff. "Happy you're back!"

Gil sits up a little straighter as she comes over with two dishes for them. He cooks for them as often as he can, but she's ordered Chinese--something he's unlikely to make for them at home anyway. She sits next to him with a smile. "Honey, really."

Thena sighs, having been seen through. She wilts into the couch as well, "okay, okay. I tried, didn't I?"

He chuckles, pulling her into him and leaving the food for now. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but like I asked, what's the occasion?"

Thena tilts her head at him, hair down for once in the comfort of her own home. "You seemed more than a little bummed when I headed out, and that was before you had the last few hours to go. I thought, maybe, you'd want the treatment when you got home."

He grins, and not just because her apartment is 'home' for both of them. He wraps his arms around her waist, reclining so she can sit between his legs on the couch. "I already get the treatment, coming home to you."

Thena laughs off his sweet talk, as she always does. Because she doesn't know just how much he means it. Coming home to her beautiful smile and dry tone and reluctance to laugh at his dumb jokes?--that's all he needs.

"Well," she sighs, tracing along the lines of his sweater. "I know you had a long day, and I know you like getting all cuddly, so..."

He could cry. She was doing this for him? Even though she always says that she hates acting like young kids in puppy love. He kisses her forehead, combing his fingers through her hair leisurely. "No complaints from me, baby. But I gotta say, touchy-feely isn't exactly your love language."

"But it is yours," she insists, still on this thing about easing the stresses of his day. "And I know you like, uh, boyfriend-y stuff like this."

She's always been reluctant to really use that word. And he's never pushed her, happy to be her work-husband, even with their relationship rather private from their coworkers. He doesn't have to be her boyfriend to know that she's his. And he is most definitely hers, mind-body-and-soul.

Gil touches the tip of his nose to hers before kissing her. It's soft, in the way they don't have time for in the middle of the work day. "You know you're the best, right?"

It appeals to the ego in her - the Doctor ego - and she grins, pleased with herself. "Well, it never hurts to hear it again."

"You're," another kiss, "the", another, "best."

Thena practically purrs in his arms, getting nice and comfy in his lap as he lavishes her with attention. She can act tough and independent all she likes, he knows she's not above a nice cuddle every now and then. And he wasn't the only one who had a long day at work.

"So, is this really all because you thought I had a rough day?"

"Well," Thena pauses.

He nudges her, pressing his lips to her temple.

She snuggles a little more into his chest. "I saw you watching that couple in the waiting room being all gross together. You seemed a little - I don't know - envious."

He chuckles again. She wouldn't have said anything on her own, but she is the type who would notice him noticing something like that and think about what to do about it on her own. "So, you're letting me feel like a real boyfriend, tonight?"

Her sheepishness returns and even a little colour in her perfect cheeks. "You're already my husband. But if you want to be my boyfriend, too-"

He gets impatient and kisses her in the middle of her sweet little declaration. He can't resist, he just loves this woman so much. It really helps drown out the long work day, the relentless pace of it, the merciless nature of both their jobs.

"See?" she laughs between kisses. "You love this sappy stuff!"

"Guilty," he admits completely. "Good thing I have such a sappy girlfriend."

"Sappy?!"

He pouts his lips and makes his best puppy eyes at her, "just for me?"

His girlfriend is a real sucker for this face, and it doesn't take her long to crumble before it, "fine. Just for you, and just here, and just sometimes."

"Okay fine," he smiles, burying his nose in her hair. They honestly might not get to the food until it's a little cold, at this rate, but he's fine with that. He inhales, feeling the slight weight of her against his chest and stomach and the curve of her ribs against arm.

"So," Thena also sighs, relishing his warmth, "you wanna eat this dinner I ordered, or what?"

"In a minute, hon," he mumbles. He's not really lying down, but he might just fall asleep like this anyway.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #just two idiots in love #in domestic bliss as it were #Gil needs the treatment sometimes too #Thena doesn't consider herself good at spoiling him #and she doesn't let him spoil her either #at least not consciously #because if she did he would be showering her with petnames and gifts and flowers all the time #but she can tell when he needs a little extra lovin' #so she orders food so he doesn't have to cook #and puts on romcoms or comedy movies he'll like #and lets him cuddle her #if he's really feelin' it she lets him lie on top of her and get a scalp massage from her #puts him right to sleep

[helaintoloki]

Requited

pairings: Druig x eternal!reader

notes: this is kinda short bc i’m still getting used to writing for the character so my apologies

warnings: angst, pining, unrequited love

summary: in which you come to terms with your life of eternal loneliness

Your existence is lonely.

Having been given extraordinary gifts and near-immortality, you should have considered yourself blessed to be granted the life of an Eternal. The people of earth adore you no matter where you go, the planet’s elements bend to your will with ease, and you get to spend your time here on this world with people you consider family, so you should be grateful. What more could you possibly want?

But as you witness the laughter spill from Druig’s lips and the smile he saves for Makkari’s eyes only you’re harshly reminded of the one thing your existence is missing.

Requited love.

You aren’t quite sure when it happened or even why it did, but you had foolishly fallen in love with the man you considered to be your closest friend, never once considering the possibility that your closeness could lead to heartache down the line.

There had always been a sense of understanding shared between the two of you, a balance that kept you both from falling off the edge. When it all became too much you looked to Druig to chase away the monsters and put your emotions back in order when you couldn’t. You kept him from making rash decisions and often talked him down during his times of frustration with the humans and his inability to interfere. It wasn’t always perfect, and there were times when neither of you could see eye-to-eye, but it worked, and it was what kept you sane throughout the years. Druig was your confidant, your best friend, but he would never be yours.

He would never look at you the way he looked at Makkari, would never shower you in compliments and give you coy smiles when you melted into his touch. Though you were a friend, you would not be the one he went searching for in the middle of the night. You would forever be a second choice, but you had learned to be okay with that. You would accept his scraps, cherish the small moments shared in the shadows of the domo, savor every spared glance and lingering touch. A single brush of his fingertips against your own could satiate the hallow pit of longing in your chest for centuries— you’d take what you could get no matter how pathetic if it meant maintaining your friendship.

“Sulking so early in the evening, my dear?” His voice is teasing, smile mirthful as he pokes at your side and breaks you from your contemplative state. Brought back to the present, you are reminded of the party taking place before you. The locals play their music and dance, taking extra care to include you and your group in their festivities, though Sersi seems to be enjoying herself the most.

“I suppose I’m not in a very festive mood,” you reply with a meager shrug and a timid smile. “You go on and enjoy yourself.”

“I’ll be coming back for you,” Druig promises with a wink before heading off in search of Makkari. Your heart pounds in your chest, close to bursting at the seams as you longingly watch him disappear into the crowd.

A new presence joins you then, following your yearning gaze in silence before returning to carefully analyze your features. You huff in mild annoyance and shift uncomfortably where you stand, but the woman says nothing. “Don’t poke fun, Thena.”

“I wasn’t going to,” she replies calmly. “Gilgamesh sent me to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re in love.”

“Is that so terrible?” You muse quietly.

“Are you ever going to tell him?”

“Look at him,” you whisper softly, swallowing to keep your forming tears at bay as you watch him and Makkari banter playfully from across the way, “he’s happy. How could I ever be selfish enough to ruin that?”

“And what of your own needs? Your own happiness?”

“We each have a job to do here on earth, a duty to fulfill, and my happiness is not a priority,” you reply solemnly before looking over to meet Thena’s neutral gaze. “You must think I’m pathetic.”

“No,” she replies carefully. “Cynical, maybe, but not pathetic.”

Her attempted jest brings a faint smile to your face, and for a moment the ache in your chest is relieved. There are times when your fellow Eternals make your world deem less empty, and for a while you feel as if perhaps your existence isn’t so isolating after all. But you know better, and you know that when the festivities are over and the moon hangs high in the sky you will be alone again, and no one will be able to stop the loneliness from swallowing you whole.

Not even Druig, who has heard your every thought and felt your every emotion since Thena approached you.

#eternals #druig #makkari #druig x reader #druig x eternal!reader #druig imagine #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #angst #blurb

[gwynsnesta]

Light - Gwynriel

It had been at least a couple days since Gwyn and Azriel had got any sleep. The twins were going through their wing faze when their wings grew and the pain is excruciating. As little babies, Gwyn hoped they’d give into sleep but it hadn’t worked so far. Neither parent had any sleep with them always on one baby.

Right now, Gwyn was holding Catrin in her arms trying to get her daughter to sleep. Azriel was across the room trying to lull Damon to sleep. Az sighed as he rocked Damon side to side. Gwyn wanted to smile and laugh, to kiss him and rest by his side. But all her energy had been taken from her. Some days she wondered if she was a good mother to her children.

Downstairs, their friends were gathered around after Gwyn and Azriel invited them to dinner. But that had been weeks ago and they forgotten to cancel after Madja had warned that the twins wouldn’t stop the wing faze till late next week or even later. Nesta had come early to help Gwyn make dinner and Cassian had helped Azriel with the babies. But now, Gwyn regretted the dinner.

“Hey.” Azriel moved over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead as they held their babies. “You aren’t a terrible mother and you shouldn’t ever regret anything. We may have underestimated the skills we have to help them but the pain is natural.”

“It is natural.” A voice broke their talk and they whirled to see their family and, “You were just like this. Your fat- father used to hate it so much he’d start to cry himself. The one joy that man brought me, besides you, was to see him cry.” Azriel’s mother stood there as beautiful as the day she’d turned twenty. You’d never guess she was over 500 years old. Or that her son was the spymaster of the Night Court with twin babies.

Azriel gave her a light laugh. One that hadn’t been heard since the twins faze began. Nyx played around with his cousin Athena (Nesta & Cassian’s daughter). His mother stood next to Cassian and Rhys. Azriel hadn’t brought his mother near males for a very long time. Not even his brothers. Only Gwyn had truly met her and spent time with her.

She entered the room and took baby Catrin from Gwyn’s arms. Gwyn was nearly crying as she took a seat in the window seat of the twin’s room. Az smiled at her. She could have a moment’s rest. Feyre followed behind and took Damon from Az’s arms. “Take a seat. You and Gwyn took care of Nyx so much when he was in his faze. Now it’s our turn.” She gestured to the family.

Azriel sat beside Gwyn and held her in his arms. His mother began a soft melody that Gwyn knew it all too well. She’d written that song when she had learnt she was pregnant. She’d never sung it once, to anybody, until Azriel’s mother. She’d sung for her after her and Azriel had broken the news. When Az had gone to see Rhys and Gwyn had stayed. Not even Az had heard the song.

“May these words be the first

To find your ears

The world is brighter than the sun

Now that you're here

Though your eyes will need some time to adjust

To the overwhelming light surrounding us

I'll give you everything I have

I'll teach you everything I know

I promise I'll do better

I will always hold you close

But I will learn to let you go

I promise I'll do better

I will soften every edge

I'll hold the world to its best,

And I'll do better

With every heartbeat I have left

I will defend your every breath,

And I'll do better

Everyone stared at his mother for a moment. At her soft voice. Then Gwyn joined in. No one could place the song. Gwyn stood and took Damon from Feyre’s arms as her babies began to rest.

'Сause you are loved

You are loved more than you know

I hereby pledge all of my days

To prove it so

Though your heart is far too young to realise

The unimaginable light you hold inside

I'll give you everything I have

I'll teach you everything I know

I promise I'll do better

I will always hold you close

But I will learn to let you go

I promise I'll do better

I will rearrange the stars

Pull 'em down to where you are

I promise, I'll do better

With every heartbeat I have left

I'll defend your every breath

I promise I'll do better

I will soften every edge

Hold the world to its best

I promise I'll do better

With every heartbeat I have left

I'll defend your every breath

I’ll do better.”

When they finished the song, Damon and Catrin were sleeping. Gwyn placed Damon in his crib with a soft kiss on his forehead. Catrin was placed in her crib by her grandmother with another soft kiss before the two ushered everyone out and back down stairs.

“Now, it may be because I was raised human but who the heck wrote that song and what’s it called? I want to sing it to Verena.” Nesta was the first to speak as everyone retook their places in Gwyn and Az’s lounging area. Verena was the youngest child of Cassian and Nesta (so far) who was just a little bit older than the twins. Luckily she had been born without wings unlike her sister Athena.

“I-I wrote it.” Gwyn whispered as she took a place by the fire. “When I found out I was pregnant. I kept feeling so afraid that I’d fail. Like I failed Catrin. Like I failed the children in Sangravah.”

“You saved those children, though.” Elain replied.

“Not all of them.” Gwyn felt the tears prickle in her eyes. “Some of them hadn’t been in their rooms when it started. They’d died and I hadn’t been strong enough to save them. Maybe if I had just-”

Rhys took her in his arms knowing all too well the guilt of losing children. “There was nothing you could’ve done. Those children, they know you would’ve tried to save them had you could of. But you saved many more. So many who are alive with their own families and lives today because of you, Gwyn. That isn’t a failure. That’s a hero.”

She smiled softly at Rhys. “Thank you.” She started to laugh a little before looking at her mother-in-law. “How did you remember the song? I sung it once. So long ago.” Gwyn said.

“I never forget a beautiful song like that.” Az’s mother grinned, “Singing always worked with Azriel and I didn’t think his children would be much different. Except, I didn’t have wonderful songs or an extraordinary partner to sing with.” Gwyn blushed as she kissed the top of the woman’s head.

“It was beautiful, Gwyn.” Emerie commented holding Mor. The two were looking to adopt but still had no news. It deeply hurt Gwyn so she allowed the two to take the twins on little Aunty days whenever they wanted.

“Even Amren couldn’t help but smile.” Varian mused as Amren hit him in the chest.

“You’ll pay for that later.” She muttered.

“Oh I’m sure I will.” Varian retorted and gave Gwyn a wink. She broadly smiled at him.

“Thank you for all coming tonight.” Gwyn started, “But I think it’s time for us all to retire. Those babies won’t sleep forever. I don’t want you all to suffer because of it.” She murmured.

“Auntie Gwyn.” She looked down to see Nyx and Athena smiling at her. “We know a way to help!” Nyx proudly told everyone.

“You do?” Azriel raised a brow as his shadows played around Gwyn, Nyx and Thena. The three loved them the most. Well the twins and Verena did too. “How?” Azriel asked

“Whenever my wings hurt because they’re still growing,” Nyx began to explain, “Dada or mama would fly me around Velaris. It always cooled me down and made me feel better.” He continued, “Uncle Cass did the same for Athena.” Athena nodded proudly and touched her wings.

By far, her wings were the largest. Nyx hated it at times but Azriel liked to boast that male wings took longer because they were fiercer. He did it to make Nyx feel better when it wasn’t at all the truth. Athena didn’t mind though.

“If the twins wake up I’ll take em for a fly. One at time and Gwyn can sing to the other.” Az replied, “Thank you kiddo’s.” The kids each hugged their aunt and uncle. Everyone bid farewell and disappeared into the night.

“Would you like me to winnow you home, mother?” Azriel asked

“When did you become so formal?” She laughed.

“Sorry Mama.” He kissed her head

“I’ll stay. You two rest. If the twins wake I’ll take care of them. Tomorrow night you can take them for a fly. Tonight you rest.” Gwyn gave the woman a bone-crushing hug. They got her set up in the room next door to the twin’s and headed for their room.

They bathed together and then headed for bed. But Gwyn couldn’t sleep as she was too worried for her babies. She felt Azriel begin to draw lazy circles on her back. She moved closer into his touch, too tired to do anything else but savour his warmth.

“Сause you are loved

You are loved more than you know

I hereby pledge all of my days

To prove it so

Though your heart is far too young to realise

The unimaginable light you hold inside.”

When Azriel finished he felt Gwyn’s breath slow and realised she had fallen asleep. Once he knew his mate, his mother and his children were asleep, Azriel allowed himself too, to rest. For tomorrow would bring a whole new day of crying and craziness. But for a few hours, he could dream of Gwyn and the life they had together. Of the gift she’d given him.

Light in his world of darkness.

—

The song is called Light by Sleeping at Last xx

#azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn and azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #gwynriel headcanon #shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyn #acotar headcanon #acotar

[glenncoco4]

He’ll Be Here

A/N: Had this idea before they started talking about adoption.

••••

“Dammit!”

The older blonde woman walks into the breakfast nook, just as her son quickly pull his hand back from the threaded needle in his hand. He’s been going at this project for a few hours now and she’s pretty sure she’s heard more profanities leave his mouth today than his entire life as a whole. “Marty, I told you I can do it if you want me to.”

“No, I want to do this.” He says stubbornly, sweeping his hair to the side before threading the needle back through the two pieces of cloth. 

“Well at this rate, that bear’s gonna have more blood on it than my grand baby will have inside her body.”

Though her words weren’t meant to hurt him they still stung none the less. Letting his head fall, he sighs in defeat. “Why am I doing this, it’s hopeless?”

A small smile crosses her face as she walks up to him, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “Because you love your wife and you know how much it would mean to her if you did.”

“Can you show me again?”

“Okay, but this is the last time.” She sends him a playful wink, both knowing good and well that she’d show him again no matter how many more times he asks. 

••••

Later that night as Deeks hands Kensi a clean plate, her brow furrows at the tiny red marks that are so clearly evident on his palms. Quickly taking the plate from him and putting it on the counter, she grabs both his hands, examining the patterns of red spots. “Baby, what on earth?”

“Oh, I’ve been getting acupuncture on my hands.”

She sends him a pointed glare, not believing the ridiculous lie as soon as it leaves his lips. 

He sighs in defeat, knowing that there’s no use in trying to lie to her about it because well...he sucks at lying to her. His plan was to give his beautiful bride and mother of his child the gift at the hospital after Thena was born, but things don’t always work out the way we plan. Though he does try one last time to sell his story about the marks on his hands. “Okay, I’ve been volunteering at the animal shelter.”

“And that explains the needle marks?”

“Yeah, they have porcupines now.”

“Sure like I believe that.”

“Yeah, that was pretty lame, huh.”

At the sudden eruption of fluttering, she places her hand on her belly, still in awe every time their little girl moves. Before she realizes it, he’s making his way out of the kitchen and into the living room, obviously trying to remove himself from further question. But if Kensi Blye Deeks is anything, its persistent, so she follows him as she tries to escape. “So you gonna tell me what’s really going on or am I going to have to find other ways to get you to talk?”

At that, he comes to a stop, a sly grin spreading to his face at the thought of those other tactics of hers that work oh so well on him. “I wouldn’t mind the other ways.”

The darkening of his eyes sends a warmth to her core and she’s momentarily distracted by the thought of him pressing her up against the wall and having his way with her. She’s left in a daze until it hits her that he’s distracting her once again. Placing her hands on her hips, she locks eyes with him. This time with a little more edge. 

“Fine. Sit down.”

She does as he asks and slowly sits down on the sofa, having a six month pregnant belly has been more challenging than she’d first thought, but it’s definitely worth it. As she situates herself against the throw pillows, he heads out the front door and quickly comes back, one hand staying behind him as he shuts the front door. “Before I show you, know that I tried my best and it may not look perfect.”

“Baby, just give it to me, I’m sure I’ll love it, whatever it is.”

Stepping in front of her with a shy smile, he slowly pulls out the object from behind his back, presenting the gift that he worked so hard on for her. His eyes stay on her, trying to gage her reaction. 

The brunette’s mouth opens in shock as she takes the handmade bear out of his grasp. Actually shock isn’t the right word, stupefied is more like it. She looks up from the stitching of BLYE in the fabric, meeting his eyes with tears in her own. The strain in her voice from the emotions swirling inside her can’t be helped. “You-you made this?”

“Yeah, your mom was able to find one of his old uniforms and mama showed me how to cut the pattern and then I sewed it together.”

“Hence the needle marks.”

He huffs a laugh, nodding in confirmation. “Hence the needle marks.”

The shaggy blonde takes a seat next to his wife as tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks, her finger delicately dances across the material of her father’s old marine uniform and a hint of a smile pulls at the corner of her lips. 

“Do you like it?”

“Like it?” She quickly turns her head, almost flabbergasted by his question. Her palm finds his scruffy jaw, thumb running back and forth across his sun-kissed skin. God how she loves this man. The vulnerability shining in his cerulean blues brings even more tears to her eyes. Leaning forward, she softly presses her lips to his. “It’s beautiful, baby, I love it.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She smiles, her lips finding his once again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His palm finds her swollen belly where their little miracle rests, his lips soon following after. “And I love you, princess.”

Sitting up, he pulls her back with him, resting against the soft couch cushions. Her finger delicately runs over the features of the bear once again. “I do have one question.”

“No, I didn’t line up the eyes before sewing them in.”

Tilting her head back, she smiles as her lips find the underside of his jaw. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi x Deeks #Mama K #Papa M #Hubby & Wifey #Kensi Blye Deeks #Marty Deeks #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

[jennathearcher]

Eternals (or Marvel in general if that's too specific) for the ask game!

OH I THINK I CAN MAKE ETERNALS WORK I love how you enable my obsessive adoration for this ONE (1) Marvel movie :P

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

Sersi, without a doubt Sersi, though Thena is a very close second but also........someone else who is technically a spoiler if you haven't seen it :P If you know you know

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

honestly Druig :P I was not expecting him to be so cute but he's HECKIN ADORABLE and also Makkari by extension because they're practically a single unit at this point. AND GILGAMESH BECAUSE THAT MAN IS DELIGHTFUL.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

Phastos!! There needs to be more love in the world for Phastos he is a GIFT also I will fight anybody who hates on Sprite that is my CHILD

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

AJAK. oh my god she did NOT get enough screentime and I like I get why and it was extremely well executed (can you tell I'm trying not to give spoilers because oh my god I want everyone to watch this movie) but god I want to see more of her so bad. Also Dane :P I know he's got his own movie coming but still.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

I MEAN XD IS THERE ANY OTHER CHOICE OTHER THAN IKARIS. HE IS P R I M E POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW MATERIAL. AND YET I WOULD ALSO HIT HIM WITH A DECK CHAIR.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Kingo :P absolutely Kingo, I wanna put him in a jar and shake it up real good

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

god I love all the characters in this movie so much but honestly, Kro :P and then I would fuck him there

Thank you SO MUCH for asking, my dear Springlock <3

#springlocked grave #virgil tag #save tag #can you tell i was trying to squeeze them all in here because i love everyone in this movie

[kawaiionnna-moved]

Wish I were Junie

Okay so it’s basically a song prompt fic based on the song Heather by Conan Grey https://youtu.be/GPUg7n8-M6o

December third. The Wright Anything Agency office was cold. The heating wasn’t working, and one window was stuck in an open position. Athena was at her desk, reading through a case file when something hit her in the face. It was a red polyester jumper. She moved it from her face, looking up at the person who’d thrown it at her.

“I can see you shivering from here. Put that on.” It was Apollo. He gave her a smile before turning back to focus on his own case file. Athena slipped on the jumper, feeling how warm it was. A blissful smile appeared on her face, taking a moment to curl up into the warmth of the jumper. Apollo glanced up at her. “It suits you. I think it might actually look better on you than me.” He laughed, causing Athena to laugh softly too. After a moment, they both turned back to their separate case files. The pleasant silence that had fallen over the pair was soon interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door. “Come in.” Apollo called to the person on the other side, who opened the door and revealed herself to be Juniper Woods.

“Hi Thena. Hi Apollo.” She came in, smiling at both before walking over to Apollo’s desk. The two of them had been spending more time together recently at Athena’s suggestion, and were now evidently close. “You ready to go?” Juniper asked Apollo, her back turning to Athena. Apollo quickly shuffled the files on his desk into a pile and got up from his desk.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He grabbed his coat from the coat rack and put it on before turning to Athena. “Mr. Wright knows I’m leaving early. I promised Juniper I’d help her with some shopping. He informed her. Junpier gently held his hand, and he held hers back in response. Athena could sense the strong happiness from Juniper when he did. “Keep ahold of my jumper, just return it tomorrow or something.” He said, noticing she was still wearing it. He already had his coat on, and he didn’t want her to be cold still.

“Alright. See you tomorrow Apollo. Bye Junie.” Athena smiled at the pair and waved to them as they left the office. The second the door closed, Athena’s smile dropped entirely. She caught the scent of Apollo’s aftershave on his jumper. Somehow it made her warm inside, but also sad.

The next morning, Apollo and Athena arrived at the office at the same time. They’d run into each other on the way, so had just come the rest of the way together.

“Stop!” Trucy practically shouted as they came in through the door. Phoenix didn’t appear to be in the office, so it was just them three. Athena stopped, stepping slightly to the side so Apollo could enter too. “Look up.” Trucy instructed, making no effort to mask the smile that so desperately wanted to escape. Both Apollo and Athena looked up, and noticed it at the same time. A piece of mistletoe.

“Y-you don’t have to if you-“ Athena started to explain that he didn’t have to kiss her if it made him uncomfortable, but Apollo did it anyway. He cut her off with a kiss. Athena’s face turned as red as Apollo’s suit, but she quickly decided to kiss him back. It just felt right to her.

“Let’s agree not to tell Juniper about this.” Apollo said quietly as he broke the kiss. Athena nodded, her hand going to her cheek. It was warm and tinted red. Apollo decided to make some coffee. It was pretty cold outside. At least the cold gave Athena an excuse for the somewhat obvious blush. “Would you like some coffee, Athena?” Apollo asked as she took off her coat and sat at her desk.

“Yeah, thanks Apollo.” She didn’t look up from her desk as she replied to him. She was just idly on her phone when a text appeared. It was from Trucy, which she found rather strange considering she was basically next to her. She opened the message, and was instantly met with a picture of her and Apollo kissing. Trucy must’ve just taken it. She didn’t want to smile at it like she was. She almost wanted it, but she knew she couldn’t. Juniper loved Apollo after all, Athena could never do that to her best friend. Widget displayed a sad dark blue as Athena turned her phone off and started to read the case file that had been left on her desk.

Light rain began to fall as Athena, Apollo and Juniper walked through the busy high street. The trio had gone Christmas shopping together, and Athena couldn’t help but feel like a third wheel. Apollo and Juniper had been flirting pretty hard most of the time. She was happy for them, but she was admittedly a little jealous. She just couldn’t help it.

“Apollo, I’m starting to get cold…” Juniper told him, wrapping her arms around herself. The wind was starting to pick up, hitting them with an icy wind and cold rain water droplets. Apollo took off his jumper and held it out to Juniper.

“Here. Put this on.” He insisted. He had a second one on underneath, so he would be fine. Juniper thanked him and took the jumper, slipping it on. Athena felt a pang in her heart as she remembered Apollo loaning her the same polyester jumper back in the office just a few days ago.

“It’s really warm.” Juniper commented softly, snuggling up in the jumper. Apollo laughed softly, putting his arm around Juniper’s shoulder as the wind picked up. Athena shivered, her own jacket not being enough to keep her warm. She was starting to get overwhelmed with everything that was happening. She had to get out.

“I think I’m gonna head home…” Athena told the pair, interrupting their moment. She tightened her grip on her bags, digging her nails into her palms. “It’s so busy here, I’m starting to get a little dizzy.“ She forced a smile, burying her sadness.

“Oh, you sure?” Apollo asked, a little disappointedly. Athena nodded her head, but the feeling of his bracelet tightening on his wrist told Apollo a different story. “I’ll see you at the office Monday then.” He didn’t press it now.

“See you later, Thena.” Juniper smiled and gave Athena a small wave. Athena turned and walked away quickly before they could see the tears pricking her eyes. Emotions had always overwhelmed her, but rarely were they her own.

The party was in full swing, ready to celebrate the new year. Apollo had been with Juniper most of the night, and was ready to ask her out. They were close, and he liked her. It just made sense. He pulled her into the kitchen, where Athena and Trucy were getting a drink.

“I wanted to ask you something.” Apollo told Juniper, his voice loud so it would be heard over the music. Juniper looked at him with an innocent smile, oblivious to what his question could be about. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, fiddling with the end of the knitted scarf Juniper had made and gifted to him.

“Yes! Absolutely!” Juniper was beaming, her smile as bright and happy as the sun. She jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him. Athena slipped out, her own heart breaking inside. She was supposed to be happy for Junpier, yet all she could feel was a deep sadness consuming her heart. A moment after she left, Phoenix and Maya entered their kitchen.

“You guys alright?” Phoenix asked, interrupting their moment. Juniper broke the hug quick, her face flushing with shy embarrassment and her hand grabbing on to Apollo’s. He laughed awkwardly and held on to her hand in return.

“Yeah. I just asked Juniper to be my girlfriend and she kinda said yeah…” Apollo decided to confess. He was over the moon about it, but it felt a little embarrassing to be caught by his boss.

“Aww! Congratulations!” Maya smiled brightly, congratulating the pair. Trucy meanwhile pulled Phoenix aside to talk to him about something. It was important and couldn’t wait.

“Daddy something’s wrong with Athena. She looked really sad a minute ago.” Trucy’s voice was only loud enough for Phoenix to hear her over the music, even with her speaking a few inches from his ear. She’d noticed it as soon as Apollo had asked Juniper to be his girlfriend, and thought the two were linked.

“Alright. I’ll go check on her.” He told Trucy, patting her head before leaving the kitchen to go find Athena.

Athena held her arms tightly around herself as she looked up at the night sky from the small balcony she had gone to for a moment of privacy. She wanted to compose herself, or at least push her sadness down, before heading back into the party to celebrate Juniper and Apollo getting together at last. She was lost in thought when the door opened and Phoenix came on to the balcony.

“You doing okay Athena?” He asked her, standing beside her. She nodded, leaning on the wall and continuing to look up at the sky. He could tell she wasn’t alright though. Her demeanour, Widget displaying a dark blue colour, and the two psyche locks that had appeared all told him she wasn’t alright. “Trucy said you suddenly looked really sad earlier. It was… it was when Apollo asked Juniper to be his girlfriend, wasn’t it?” He decided to press it gently and break the psyche locks. Athena tensed up, closing her eyes and looking down. “Something about that is upsetting you.”

“But it’s not supposed to!” She snapped, Widget turning red around her neck. She looked up and turned to Phoenix, folding her arms. “They’re my friends, and I’ve known Juniper liked him since she met him. I’m supposed to be happy for them… but…” the anger disappeared, leaving only sadness behind again. She sighed and shook her head, not saying anything else.

“You’re not feeling how you think you’re supposed to feel.” Phoenix summarised. Athena’s arms dropped to her side as the first psyche lock broke. Phoenix had an idea where this was heading, but he didn’t want to make an assumption. He also couldn’t shy away from the truth, even though it could hurt. “Be honest, how does it make you feel?”

“I’m happy for them! I really am. I mean, it’s what Juniper wanted, and they both always look happy together.” She turned away, instead leaning on the railing. It didn’t take a genius to see Athena was diverting the topic away from herself. Phoenix leant on the railing beside her, shaking his head.

“No, how do you really feel?” He repeated himself a little clearer. Athena wasn’t as happy as she claimed to be, and the psyche lock was still present. She went silent for a moment, looking down at the patch of grass below the balcony before speaking.

“I feel… sad… and a little jealous…” she confessed. She hadn’t realised it herself just yet, but it was starting to come to light. The reason she felt that way about Apollo and Juniper’s relationship.

“Why do you think you feel that way?” Phoenix’s voice was calm when he spoke. That admission hadn’t broken the psyche lock, but maybe the reason she felt sadness and jealousy would. Athena was silent for a minute, which to her felt like an eternity, as she thought about it.

“I… I l… lo… I love him.” The psyche lock shattered. Tears were threatening to spill from Athena’s eyes. It only came to her as she said it. She loved Apollo. She was jealous because she loved Apollo. She was sad because she’d lost him. No, she’d practically driven him into Juniper’s arms. “I’ve really messed up, haven’t I?” Her voice was barely audible over the music from inside.

“I…” Phoenix wasn’t sure where to go from here. Trucy had never had problems like this, so he was completely inexperienced. Still, he knew he had to comfort Athena. “Do you need a hug?” He offered, opening an arm to her. She looked at him, some confusion mixed into her sadness, but was quick to move closer and hug him. He put his arm around her and rubbed her back comfortingly. “I can’t pretend to know what you’re feeling, but I know how it feels to have my heart broken. Trust me, you’re gonna be okay. Sure, it sucks now, but you’re a strong young woman. I have no doubts you’ll be just fine.” He told her. She was silent, just hugging him and trying not to cry.

The time was three am. The party had long ended, and Athena was laying on top of her bed. She couldn’t sleep. Now she was alone, he was letting her tears out. In her arms was a picture frame with the photo Trucy had taken of her and Apollo kissing under the mistletoe inside. She set it down and forced herself to sit up, starting to idly braid her long hair which was now loose. Widget was dark blue around her neck still. She got up and walked over to the full length mirror on the wall, staring at her reflection. She was wearing just a pink nightie, her ginger hair in braids and makeup smeared all over her face, which to her only made her look like an uglier version of Juniper. More tears spilled from her eyes. It all felt so unfair.

“Wish I were…”

#athena cykes #apollo justice #juniper woods #phoenix wright #trucy wright #ace attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #song prompt #fanfiction #angst #maybe i’ll write a happier ending one day #justicykes #Youtube

[dcjelliclequeen33]

I had a lot of internal debate about posting this but thanks to the support of my amazing friends ( @uppastthejelliclemoon @kineticjellyfish and @queencurlycrown ) I’m deciding to share this little experiment short I did! It ties into the human AU that the four of us have created together.

Summary: I found a prompt on Tumblr and I wanted to give it a try and see what I could do with it! So here’s the result, a little internal battle for Athena about Macavity.

The prompt:

You don’t love him. He’s trying to pull you away from everyone, he wants you to move across the city with him!

Athena looked across the dimly lit bedroom she was currently in, the only source of light being the small night light plugged into the wall beside an old pack and play. Her heart gave a painful twist as the little sleeping form inside shifted around making a tiny sound before falling back asleep.

But it’s for the better, if you’re away from everyone he’ll have more room to change, maybe he will actually start being the father Sekhmet needs.

Tears filled Athena’s eyes as images of Macavity and Sekhmet walking through the park together, the fair mocha skinned girl giggling happily as she was lifted onto her father’s shoulders.

What are you thinking?! He’s not going to change! Your own father has been there more for her than him! You need to get away!

As the thought crossed her mind Athena quietly rose from her and Macavity’s bed and made her way over to the pack and play looking down at the sleeping girl. Sekhmet was almost two now but she still looked so small curled up with her blanket and a scruffy old fox plush clutched to her chest. It had been a last minute gift from Macavity on her first birthday and Athena was fairly certain that he had simply picked it up from a second hand shop.

At least he got her something, unlike her second birthday, he didn’t even show up because he was away for work. He said he’d make it up though.

He hasn’t. He hasn’t even tried. You have to get out of here! It’s not hard, just pick her up!

Athena clutched the edge of the pack and play so hard her knuckles turned white and her hands shook. Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked down at her sleeping daughter. Before she could even try to stop she leaned down and carefully gathered the girl in her arms holding her close.

Where are you going to go? You said you wouldn’t go back until you had helped him. Are you going back a failure and letting everyone look at you with pity? Let everyone look at her with pity for the rest of her life?

Athena held her daughter closer as the toddler made a small whine at being moved before nuzzling closer to her letting out a tiny sigh.

RUN!

STAY!

Athena didn’t know what to do, her heart and her head were at war. Of course she wanted what would be best for Sekhmet and in just a manner of months her new baby, but she also wanted to help Macavity. He needed her too and she couldn’t just leave him. Slowly she sank to her knees quietly sobbing as she held Sekmhet’s sleeping form close. Her mind and heart still having a war inside her body that she was powerless to stop.

“Thena?”

Athena gasped slightly under her breath as a voice broke through her internal battle making her look up. Macavity was standing beside her, his clothes rain spotted and his ginger hair covered in drops. In his hand was a plastic sack, she could see the soft brown fur of some sort of toy peeking out the top. Her tears rushed forward again as she pressed her mouth to Sekhmet’s head holding her close as she cried. Macavity was stunned for a long moment before he dropped the shopping bag and knelt beside Athena wrapping his arms around her.

“It’s okay Thena. I’m sorry I snuck out but I knew if I woke you then Sek would wake up and I wanted to surprise her. Here see?”

He reached for the bag and with a little trouble pulled out a very soft looking brown dog plush. He held it so she could see while rubbing her shoulders and back.

Athena said nothing as she looked at the plush, her tears gradually slowing as the battle raging inside her began to calm.

He’s making an effort….

#cats the musical #cats 1998 #cats the musical oc #macavity