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chapter eight

pairings: eros x ofc (matilda stark)

wordcount: 6.2k

warnings: hiya lovies! so, i know i've been taking quite a while to post each chapter, but as I mentioned in the beginning, I'm posting as I write, which means that as soon as I am done and have somewhat proofread, I post them for you to read. I don't think this chapter has any triggers, but if you do, please let me know! again, feedback and likes make me extremely happy so please drop me a comment!

i’d like to add that if you are in ukraine, then I hope you stay safe. i love you.

STORY MASTERLIST

Once upon a time, Matilda wanted to be a lawyer. Then, she wanted to be a florist. Most days she still wants to be a florist, truth be told. For a while, she truly believed she could follow those dreams. But that was until she nearly lost her father three times in a row - from kidnappings to poisonings to aliens invading Earth, reality hit her hard to show her that maturing fast was a need.

At the ripe age of 13, the ownership of a whole empire was already in the process of being transferred to her, as the whole world watched as a grieving teen wept over her supposedly dead father. The media circus surrounding her was overwhelming, but it also served as a much-needed introduction to what the real world would look like. By the time Thanos arrived, she had no idea who she was: in the end, she was either the businesswoman her father envisioned or the trust fund baby Emmett desired – somewhere in the middle, she saw a socialite.

But as the world fell apart, so did she. The Maria Stark Foundation was her lifeline. Thrust into the anarchy that Thanos left behind, people desperately needed help that not even the wealthiest countries could provide. That was when they came in – the guilt was too heavy on their minds, especially when at every turn there were people mourning loved ones, turned into dust or empty houses where entire families were dusted. Orphans, widows, and parents who would outlive their children. While they couldn't bring them back, they could offer aid, housing, schooling, and security. And so, for the past six years, the Maria Stark Foundation was everywhere. Building schools, offering green energy to less developed countries, and since the reversal, helping with the reinstatement of those who for half a decade were believed to be dead. Not easy tasks, but in her grief, this was all she had.

Still, the world never stopped seeing her as nothing more than a socialite, only now a more philanthropic one. Which was why she was not surprised by the notifications and text messages she woke up.

"Let me guess, we're the cover of a couple of magazines?" There's an undeniable shift in the dynamics at the Compound. For one, they all seem to have set personal grudges aside, because she hasn't witnessed a proper fight in about a month and two, more than two-thirds of the residents and guests are at the communal kitchen when she wouldn't usually find more than a couple there at the same time.

She receives a couple of chuckles, a scoff or two, plus some questioning glances. By now she knew better than to bet on her anonymity. With a playful smirk and a breathy chuckle, Steve grabs the remote and changes the channel, dismissing some of the more displeased groans and protests it warrants. They cut in right in the middle of the commercials, as usually was her luck. No whimsical happenstance made sure that everything fell into place and in the order that she wanted it to.

It doesn't take long, though.

Just as she expected, she was right. Sure, the photos weren't the best quality, most likely amateur shots, but they were clear enough. It was rather funny how they had chosen to only capture some of the members of the group. Despite there being five of them, most of the shots were clearly focused on her and Eros. Key in point, the photo the two commentators were focusing on, was a 'lovely' close up shot where the redhead held her coat by the lapels, waiting for her to put it on, with the most endearing look on his face.

Somehow, she had missed it. Hadn't even noticed him looking at her, too busy keeping her head low and trying to leave without being accosted. But it was loving enough to send the gossip rags into a tizzy.

MATILDA STARK ENJOYS A NIGHT OUT AT THE OPERA WITH MYSTERY REDHEAD – WHO IS HER NEW BEAU?

She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, because they keep changing photos and good lord, when did they even manage to take so many shots? A nightmare. Someone had obviously been following them on their way back to the Tower because they even have shots of them distractedly strolling through Times Square, her hand softly tucked in the inner part of his elbow, the other hand pointed at the billboards as Eros looks gleefully at them. It was also worth mentioning that he looked amazing under the lights, dimples so pronounced and with a smile so blinding. Even in the photos where he's holding her purse and grabbing her arm as she bends to pull at the ankle strap of her shoes, there's a loving glint in his eyes. It terrifies her.

Even in the only photo they show of the whole group, they still manage to find one where his arm is firm around her waist, obviously choosing to focus on that, even if Matilda's own attention, at the time, had been on her phone, as she texted her father. Their agenda was clear.

But they were also in hysterics, obviously surprised that they had yet to manage to identify him, thirteen hours passed. That was the silver lining: unless they had a spy or a seriously good hacker, they would find it impossible to figure out who he was. Hopefully. She can't begin to imagine the meltdown and revolt people would have if they were to find out Thanos' little brother was on Earth, giggling happily at the bright billboards or sitting at the Opera. She predicted a mess.

"Well, at least that explains the texts."

"Who texted you?" She turns so fast it gives her whiplash.

She'd been so focused on the photos and commentary on the screen, that she never noticed her mother's presence on one of the furthest sofas. The brunette stutters over her words for a moment, before plopping on the nearest couch, fumbling with her phone and wondering whether to disclose it. She also knows that if she doesn't, her mother will help herself to her brain and memories and tell her father, who, she noticed now, sat at the breakfast bar not far away, a tablet in his hands, discarded, as he chose to focus on the gossip.

So, with a defeated sigh, she unlocks it and gets to it.

"Emmett did." Silence proceeds her. Sometimes she forgets that secrets and privacy were not a real thing at the Compound; everyone knew everything. Her parents, specifically, look dismayed. After reversing the snap and losing the one sliver of hope she'd held onto for months, the tears that she had expected to have run out of, were more than many. So, for about two months, she took turns between homes, crying in her childhood bedrooms, hoping no one would hear. She knows that hearing her ex-fiancés' name didn't bring happy memories to them.

She reads the message drily.

"Matilda, I hope this won't catch you during a bad moment. As you know, I'm going to be a dad. That's all I ever wanted, as you must remember. I need your assurance that everyone will be safe. The entire world depends on you." Matilda sighs, so demotivated that even her shoulders slump.

Like Pavlov's experiments, the smell of tea perks her up right away, as the filters in from behind her. The armrest next to her collapses under the bodyweight of the man, and she reaches blindly for the mug, sipping it.

"I don't know what's worse, frankly." She starts. "That he tried to guilt-trip me with our shared past and my inability to give him a family or with the expectation of the whole world." The brunette scoffs.

She stares at the screens. The two women were still rambling about her and Eros, micro analysing the photos of the two of them. She blinks, surprised when a clip starts playing. She must have been either too tired or too focused on whatever they were discussing at the time not to notice such blatant recording.

Matilda scoffs. What a waste of emission time. Busy getting lost in her thoughts, she is startled by her father's sudden bark of a laugh.

"Oh yes. You missed the beginnings of our daughter's strangely domestic mating ritual with an alien."

Her mouth hangs open. Her father looks far too proud of his remark. He and everyone else in the room, snickering under their breaths. Dismayed, she swivels her body, chancing a look at Eros. The alien looks distant, too busy staring at the television screen as he sips his own tea, one leg dangling from the armrest as the other was flexed, his foot close to her back. She is hurled back to the first time she truly paid attention to him, as his face was bathed in the sunset, glowing warmly, his lips bitten plump shaped into a cocky smile.

Somehow able to feel her gaze, he turns to her, meeting her eyes. Time doesn't stop, the world carries on turning, and the noise is still all around her. There are no butterflies in her stomach or sudden heart palpitations. But she does get a sense of relief and security she isn't sure where from. It might have to do with the way his eyes soften in adoration when they focus on her or the way his nose scrunches when she rambles. Or even the way he pets her hair as he watches her work. Maybe it might even be because he's perfected her tea. Too many factors for her to consider. Her more rational side works to come up with an alternative for what her more emotional reasoning is trying to explain.

He smiles and she looks away, embarrassed, only to get caught under her mother's knowing gaze. Knowing, because she is certain that her mother had been peeking into her brain. Matilda groans, wondering when it could be considered reasonable for someone to start digging their own grave because she was certainly deep below ground metaphorically. Emma is obviously trying to comprehend the situation playing in front of her, pouting when her daughter blocks her skilful attempts at getting the information from her.

Even if her mother had the best intentions at heart, she still deserved and needed some privacy. Less kindly assured, if need be.

She takes her chances and looks at the screen again. The two women were still going at it, gushing at the photos and pointing out random small touches that the photos made seem much more meaningful than they were. It feels foreign even if it actually isn't. In truth, she had been the object of these types of microanalyses for decades, but since her slight disappearance after the Snap, they had become significantly lesser. And even if they did talk about her, she usually paid no attention.

"Damn, they really act as if weren't there..." Sam shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest.

"Don't feel too bad, we're just better looking, clearly."

Eros says it so nonchalantly that it's almost as if he's letting them know that the water is wet. It's followed by silence, before the other man belatedly reacts, befuddled, spluttering random interjections to the fact.

Matilda herself can't help but laugh, at first measuredly, under her breath and mostly huffing small puffs of breath from her nose, but then brightly with her whole body into it. It was such a ridiculous thing to laugh at, but the severity of the moment they lived and the state her mind had been in, made it sound much funnier than it probably was to the others.

Still, she manages to reign herself in, to steady her breath and her voice.

"Couples sell more." Realising her grave mistake, she rushes to add – "As do rumours."

"And we're better looking." The redhead nudges her with his foot, winking at her when she turns. He looks awfully cosy and warm and, secretly, she wants to snuggle up to him. And even if she knows that, in theory, she could, she chooses not to. It was intriguing enough that she'd allowed him such proximity in such little time and with so little care. She didn't want to feed into the wild theories she had heard around the Compound the past weeks. No matter how much she craves it, she stays put.

"Why would he text you that, anyway?" It was funny, how genuinely appalled Steve was to know her ex had gotten in contact with her. Once upon a time, the two of them had been close – while Steve found it hard to connect with her father, he hadn't found the same difficulty with her, gracefully accepting her help in adapting to the modern world. It was safe to assume that the betrayal she had felt when his lies and omissions came to light had been more than overwhelming. Now, she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. Isn't even sure of what they'd talk about.

"To remind me there's more at stake. That there are expectations and hopes." She stops, chuckling. "And I guess to assure himself and his ego that he can still strike me, even from afar."

Their pity is so tangible she can feel it enveloping her from all sides. A bit like smoke sticking to her clothes and hair. The brunette chooses not to look up and face them – it's one thing to know they are looking at her with pity, another to acknowledge it.

A finger pulls at her hair softly, where it seems to be tangled, startling her. Especially so seeing as when she turns over her shoulder, there is nothing there. No hands, no fingers, no nothing. Just air and emptiness. She turns back around, but then something caresses the back of her neck. Matilda stays still, body taut and ultracareful, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Relax, please. It's just me.

She tries not to let her eyes show how shocked she is. Eros is relatively distant, and his arms are limp on his lap, it makes no sense to her that he'd be able to touch her when he is still. It confuses her even further when there's another phantom touch, just below her ear, right where it meets her neck, and she can clearly tell that he hasn't moved.

How are you doing this?

Even her thoughts sound flabbergasted.

I did tell you there was more that I could do.

He shrugs his shoulders, amused. Raising an eyebrow, she stares him down.

Yes, but particle manipulation is not the same as controlling hormones or reading peoples' feelings. We're talking about controlling atoms, Eros.

The redhead nods, silent, nose scrunching and jaw tense. It takes everything in her not to pursue his thoughts.

I'll tell you more when we're alone. I promise.

Matilda can't help but pout and bat her eyelashes at him, trying to persuade him to give in and reveal to her whatever he was hiding. Instead, he smiles wide, bunny teeth peeking through his full lips and shakes his head, amused at her antics.

No. But in the meantime, do I have your consent?

Oh, how her mind runs with it. The images it provides are sacrilegious and she knows they won't leave her anytime soon. She swallows through the static lump in her throat, nodding. The sly smirk she receives doesn't help whatsoever, but she can't help but chuckle, amused.

Does this mean you understand the concept of consent better now?

Behind her, Eros' body shakes with silent and subdued laughter that he hides behind his mug.

I would say so, yes. FRIDAY has been most helpful in my learning endeavours.

Matilda couldn't say she was surprised – FRIDAY enjoyed learning about as much as she enjoyed participating and helping with others' learning processes. While JARVIS was helpful and ready to aid with whatever questions one posed, he would often not go out of his way to help everyone (his circles of loyalties were certainly smaller and far more reserved), especially not with FRIDAY's child-like glee. It made sense, she was one of her father's youngest creations, programmed with a learning curve projected to be much steeper than JARVIS'. Matilda often felt that the AI would never leave the "Why" phase, so characteristic of toddlers.

Soon enough, she feels the air around her head change, become denser and harder to move against, before it finally makes contact with her, pressuring, once again, the spots right below where the ears meet the neck, raising her skin all over her body. Her eyes instinctively want to roll back and her back wants to curve, right before she melts into her puddle. But because she can't raise that much suspicion, and because she doesn't want everyone's eyes on her, she instead allows a small breath to fall past her barely open lips, feeling her face grow red.

God, how touch starved could she be to be so overwhelmed over someone using atom and particle manipulation to touch her?

For a second there she wants to throw her carefully constructed tentativeness to the wind and let him follow with his plans. She wonders what it'd be like if she played into his innuendos or basked under the warm feeling of his compliments. What it'd be like if she didn't pull away when he glued his body to hers for no apparent reason, head tucked into her neck, or when his eyes strayed to her lips for a moment too long. She will continue to wonder because, in truth, those were actions she couldn't and most likely wouldn't take no matter how inviting the two emeralds often gazing upon her seemed to be.

Across the room, James burns them with his eyes. They hadn't been speaking properly since his lash out over her apparently suspicious approximation to the Eternals (or, specifically, Makkari and Eros) a couple of weeks earlier and she is certain the only reason he joined their party at the opera the previous night had been to keep an eye on them, for both security and lack of trust in their guests.

Anyhow, Matilda didn't feel it was fair or even justified for him to control who she befriended. While they were close (even in the biblical way), she was her own person and most certainly did not depend on him to vet any potential friendships. For him to even assume he could do as such was preposterous. Or at least it felt that way to her.

That's probably why she pretends not to notice his narrowed and suspicious eyes, choosing instead to focus on the phantom hand and on keeping her composure (which was, safe to say, not easy). Whistling under her breath - she certainly thought that such an attitude would make her seem calmer and more collected, but if the way Eros adds more pressure (and nearly obliterates her mind and nervous system) is anything to go by, it doesn't work nearly as well as she'd like -, she grabs one of the books she'd left lying around the common room.

It was a small one, focused on cultural aspects of Ancient Greece, and therefore a mix of English and Ancient Greece. She'd mastered Greek at thirteen, after buying her first mythology book at eleven and, being so fascinated with it, she was unable to control her constant craving for more information, something she could often only find in its original language. It was something that never left her.

At the beginning there was only Chaos, Night, dark Erebus, and deep Tartarus. Earth, the air and heaven had no existence. Firstly, blackwinged Night laid a germless egg in the bosom of the infinite deeps of Erebus, and from this, after the revolution of long ages, sprang the graceful Eros with his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest. He mated in deep Tartarus with dark Chaos, winged like himself, and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light.

She can't help but laugh. It had completely skipped her mind that Eros' name was not that common. It was a god's name. Here it was, in a passage from Aristophanes, in a play first performed in 400 something BC.

"Hey, was Eros, the Greek God, named after you or was it the other way around?" Matilda jesters but deep down it's a genuine question. The Eros must be about as old as the first recorded mention or portrayal of Eros, the God, so if they were both true, they would be around the same age, she wagers.

"I'm actually named after the God." And her brain couldn't make sense of that. Did that mean there were actual Gods out there? So many weird things had happened through the years, from aliens to Asgardians, this shouldn't surprise her. He is certainly amused by her wide excited eyes and nervous lip trapped by her lower teeth.

"How come?" She turns, swivelling on her seat, tucking her right ankle below her left leg, which dangles from the couch and choosing to focus on the man. She shakes her head in confusion, eyes begging him to tell her. She's fully prepared to pout, believe it or not – even bat her eyelashes if need be. Instead, Eros smiles mirroring her body and facing her fully.

"Well, my birth name was Eron, just a regular Titanian name. But when I was about five, my abilities started to manifest, and my parents renamed me. I became Eros since that day." Suddenly, he leans into her. Her breath catches at the proximity and at his bitten lip, so close to her. – "My father used to say it was because of my interest in the opposite sex."

Her heart seems to skip a couple of palpitations. If she were a cartoon, she's certain she'd be audibly swooning, with pink beating hearts for eyes. Palm under her chin and everything. Frankly, she's not sure that's not happening then and there, but if it is she'd rather not acknowledge it.

Anyhow, Eros seems to notice it as the atoms manipulated by the man seem to tangle in the tresses of her hair, pulling so lightly it's barely noticeable – to the people surrounding them, that is, because her nerves send tingles down her spine.

"Should I call you Eros or Eron?" – she whispers. – "Or perhaps Your Royal Highness."

Matilda leans on the nearest couch cushion with her shoulder, resting her tilted head on it, mirroring him and trapping her bottom lip as well. His eyes follow the movement closely, throwing one arm over the top of the couch and behind her neck, leaving her head to rest on the muscle of his arm, her flyaway black rebellious hairs tickling his wrist and elbow, as the static forces them in all directions.

"Well, that's up to you. Or to the occasion."

She is ready to throw caution to the wind. And she is about to when Yelena pipes up, from where she laid sprawled on another couch across the room.

"Oh, God. Please don't. I don't want or need to watch you two exchange spit. The dialogue is already disgusting enough, spare me, please." The blonde proceeds to fake gag and the moment is ruined. Go figure that the one time she is ready to give in to the weird dynamic someone would ruin it. Deep down, she knows she ought to be grateful for it, this certainly wasn't the time or place.

Eros doesn't seem to agree, however, if the frown on his face and the glare he sends Yelena's way is taken into consideration. Matilda tries not to laugh too loudly at his annoyed pout.

Everyone seems to move on rather quickly after that. She takes a deep relieved breath when they change the channel.

A stranger walks into the room. He walks next to Phastos, so she can only assume this is his husband. Rather handsome, he is. Tall and lean and the two of them make a lovely couple. She smiles at the sight, happy to know his family had made it safely to the Compound.

He stops right in front of her, widening his eyes and she is about ready to fuse with the sofa and disappear. But then a tear falls from his eye, and she is static.

"Miss Stark?" – his voice wavers and Phastos rushes to place a caring hand on his back, caressing it. Matilda wonders if Eros could tell she was nervous because the pressure on her neck becomes less and instead, she feels something like fingertips running through her scalp. She wishes she could lean back into it.

She stutters.

"Do I know you?"

He shakes his head, before smiling softly and wetly at her.

"No, but I do know you. My name is Ben Stoss. Phastos' husband." - His smile turns tender at the small mention of his marriage to the man who looks at him as if he was the one to set the sun high in the sky every morning. A small burst of jealousy burns deep inside of her, as she yearns for the day she can look and be looked at in that same tenderness.

"But before I met him and started our beautiful family, I was living with my mother in a small house on the outskirts of Chicago." – his smile becomes bitterly sad once more; she can't help but fear what will follow. – "When Thanos came, she lost her job, and I was neck-deep in financial debt. We thought it was the end. The bank was ready to take the house."

A tear runs down his face and Matilda desperately wants to hug him. As usual, she remains still.

"A friend sent me the address to the Maria Stark Foundation. I didn't think we'd hear back, but I was so desperate for help, I sent it anyway. Can't even remember what I wrote." – His chuckle is more of a sob. Phastos rubs his back.

"But you did. You paid for the house mortgage, for my student loans and you gave my mother a job at one of your community support centres. That was where I met Phastos, actually."

She's the one crying now. When the dust settled, and the grieving finally took residency inside of her, what followed was a strong sense of resignment. Thanos was dead, beheaded far away from Earth and without any way to reverse it, Matilda truly felt there was not much to be done.

That was until she saw the way the survivors were left. Even if there were in theory more jobs and vacant houses, the risk of loans soared and just as many bosses as workers were ripped from them. There was chaos as governments ran themselves ragged trying to come up with ad hoc solutions that only helped a few and were unable to solve the problems at hand.

So, she started helping people. Opening help centres where food and medicine were distributed. Where health care could be easily accessed. Where children could learn. Throughout the world, where she felt they were most needed, Matilda made sure they existed. But she had never been face-to-face with a recipient of the aid the Foundation provided.

The brunette's bottom lip quivers and she rapidly wipes her tears away.

"I never thought I'd get to thank you. So, thank you." – Matilda can't reply to that. She is speechless. The work was never done with the goal of recognition. Most of it was kept far from the press and that was mostly because she was in no state to deal with that. Instead, she nods with a small smile.

Ben and Phastos walk on, choosing to seat on a sofa closest to Druig and Makkari. Matilda doesn't stop smiling.

*****

"Can I steal you for a minute?" Yelena glares James down. Honestly, it's Matilda's fault – Yelena is her closest friend at the Compound and every so often, like everyone else, the Stark heiress felt the need to vent. And the Russian woman was not only deadly but also overprotective.

Matilda nods, nevertheless, because even if there was a far too large gap between them now, James was still one of the closest people to her in her life. She lets him drag her to a small alcove by their indoor garden, happily soaking in the few sunbeams filtering through.

She remains silent, diligently waiting for James to start talking. He seems conflicted, unsure of what to say and what route to take. But he also seems resolute and with a deep, shuddering breath, he gets to it.

"I'm sorry." – She doesn't need to read his mind to know he means it. His eyes tell her how earnest he is. – "Sometimes I forget there are more people in your life and that I do not need to protect you from everything and everyone. You are a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. If you want to be friends with Makkari and Eros – Hell, if you want more than that! That's entirely up to you. I'm sorry it took me so long to come to terms with it."

He ends his speech with a simple shrug, folding in on himself as if he expects her to react badly. She could never, truly. He means entirely too much to her, and so she leaps, hanging to his neck as if her life depended on it, demanding a hug. Slowly, he wraps his arms around her, tentatively hiding his face on the curve of her neck, tucking his nose into her skin.

All is well. Even if his apology had been smaller, less wordy but still genuine, she wouldn't have thought twice before accepting it and putting his mind at ease.

He shuffles them side to side, keeping her wrapped in his arms. Just as Matilda was getting pleasantly comfortable in their position, he sets her down and lets go of her. With eyebrows raised, clearly finding something humorous, James steps back.

"Your boyfriend's behind us." – He whispers, obviously trying to contain his laughter. – "Don't wanna make him jealous."

Matilda turns around, noticing that Eros is behind them indeed, resting by the doorframe. He doesn't look jealous in the very least. She wonders if it's because he's capable of reading her emotions and knowing she holds no romantic feelings for James (only occasional lust) or if he's that secure of the hold he has on her.

"Trust me, he's not jealous." – Matilda bites her cheeks to hide her smile. Then, she sighs when she realises the trap she'd just fallen into.

"So, you don't deny -"

She interrupts James before he can finish his sentence, knowing she is already far too flustered.

"I keep falling for that one, I know. He's not my boyfriend." The brunette crosses her arms over her chest, looking over the former assassin's shoulder and trying not to pout in petulance like a small child.

"Not yet at least." - Ah, there it was, Eros' cockiness. Her occasional lover chuckles, clearly finding the whole situation and her embarrassment amusing. Matilda closes her eyes and tries to come up with a way to put an end to her mortification.

Sucking in her lips, she opens her eyes and fully faces James sheepishly. – "Do me a favour? Go tell Yelena all's good again? We don't need her scooping your eyes out while you sleep at night."

James can read right through her. Still, he nods, kissing her head before leaving with a smile. With only the two of them in the room, she continues with her back turned to Eros, stubbornly choosing not to show her face.

He moves closer, so much closer that she can feel his body heat radiating into her, forcing a reaction out of her as her heart beats faster and her skin rises. So close she can feel his warm breath on her neck. Matilda can't help but startle when the redhead rests a hand on her hip, so big and large that his thumb reaches the centre of her waist. At that point, she is a mess of small gasps, baited breaths and panting without any rhythm.

Had this been part of what he meant when he asked for her consent? Heavens, she had not expected any of this. Her pants and gasps become more frequent when the totality of his chest glues to her back and his chin drops to her shoulder.

"I'll be leaving for a little while."

She stops breathing. Could it be possible that she had gotten so used to his presence in a fortnight that she could not imagine the man leaving them (read: her) behind without it paining her? How could she have awarded him so much influence and power over her, so easily? Breaking free from his soft and loose hold on her, she turns around, creating some space because otherwise, she is certain the tips of their noses would be touching.

He is certainly much taller than her. Matilda had not paid much mind to that yet, well aware that she was relatively small, with a frame no bigger than a meter and sixty centimetres (or as her father liked to point out 5'2) while he towered over her, clearly well over 1.80 meters tall. A 6'1 giant, compared to her.

"Where are you going?" – She curses herself for still sounding breathless. Thankfully, there is no jesting in his eyes, just pure fondness.

"Quite far. Outside of Earth's orbit."

Her heart beats so fast that she is afraid it will jump out of her chest. He was leaving. The one person she had let herself get attached to was leaving her behind, probably when she needed him much. Hot tears gathered in her eyes, and it took immense willpower not to let them fall. Goes as far as biting her lip so as not to let it quiver.

"Not for long though. Just enough to get my ship and come back." His voice is terribly soft but not as soft as his touch when he rests his hands on her waist and pulls her closer once more. Matilda is speechless. Not only he was coming back, but he was also leaving to retrieve something he had tried his very best to keep safeguarded – the one thing he still had from home – and was apparently willing to risk and share for their survival.

"Are you sure you want to do this? No one needs to know it even exists." Her words are muffled by his chest and clothes, she is certain. He still hears her clearly, however. Said chest that rumbles when he chuckles sadly.

"Yes, I am. If I may have the means to keep you safe and alive then I would rather use them than leave it to the hands of fate." If it were any other man, she would start complaining, claiming she was most certainly not a damsel in distress. But she also knew that was not how Eros meant it – he had the awful habit of projecting images and thoughts onto her, painting a clear picture of how strong he knew her to be. How he seemed to see her as a force to be reckoned with, as a storm he seems to want to brave.

(Once upon a time, she compared herself to the winds inside Pandora's box, released and untamed on a rampage. She wonders if Eros simply wants to be the one to lock them back inside their beautiful box or if is keener on running free with them.)

"I'm sure that will take a while to come back." She desperately wishes her voice sounds more certain and surer now.

"About two hours, give or take. I'll be back before you're having dinner, that I am certain of."

She can only blink, confused. Noticing her perplexity, he just laughs, kissing her head before letting go and rapidly moving away, ready to leave her behind. He is already by the door when he addresses her again.

"Don't worry, your boyfriend will be back!" And just like that, he leaves.

Matilda hated not having the last word. And she won't make an exception for him.

"You're not my boyfriend!"

"Not yet!"

Huffing, she turns to the windows across from the small garden, waiting for him to walk into the open hangar. When he does, he smiles up at her, before somehow levitating from the ground right before her eyes and disappearing inside a rainbow wormhole that she quickly identifies: an Einstein-Rosen Bridge.

She can only blink. That sounded like something else for them to discuss, might as well just add it to the atom manipulation he'd surprised her with. Blowing a raspberry, she shakes her head: might as well head to the lab – science waits for no woman.

#eros x reader #eros x ofc #starfox x ofc #starfox x reader #harry styles x reader #bucky barnes x ofc #fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles x oc #marvel fanfiction

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tom-whore-dleston · 10 months

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Have you thought about doing A-Z fluff with Adam Warlock? I would love to see it! <3

Pairing ▹ Adam Warlock x f. reader

Genre ▹ fluff

This fic contains ▹ gotg vol. 3 spoilers!, fluff, some angst, jealousy, break-up, mentions of Adam pre-Guardians, lots of domestic shit, Adam being down bad for you, Eros/Starfox from The Eternals makes a guest appearance, lightly beta-ed

Word Count ▹ 2.6k

Notes ▹ I normally don't take requests but I thought this would be a nice exercise to get me back into writing bc it's been a hot minute. Plus, Will Poulter is currently invading my head space after the sexy dream I had of him. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) If you could rate how affectionate Adam was on a scale from one to ten, the scale would be broken. He was always hugging, kissing, and holding you. Adam’s love language is physical touch so he’d probably perish if you weren’t in his embrace.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Adam was the first friend you made after arriving at Knowhere. While celebrating the destruction of Counter-Earth and the fall of the High Evolutionary, you found Adam watching you dance. You were drawn to him like a magnet so it felt natural that you approached him, introduced yourself, and pulled him into a dance. He was hesitant because he was unfamiliar with the art of dancing, but fortunately, you were a dancer on your old planet so you taught him how to move to the music.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Of course, Adam is a cuddler! He enjoys being big and little spoons equally, just as long as you were pressed against his body in any kind of way. Cuddles are perfect when Blurp is nestled in the space between your and Adam’s legs.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He is the most domestic partner you have ever dated, hence why you both work so well together. He loved cooking and cleaning and doing other chores with you. Being next to you and doing mundane things together was one of his favorite things to do with you. Even though he loves the Guardians, Adam pictured what life would be like with just the two of you in your own living space. He wouldn’t bring up the idea until later down the line because he wants to be there for the team as much as he can.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Adam would write you a long, heartfelt letter describing his feelings and why he is ending your relationship. You’d find dried-up tear stains that smeared on the ink from his pen, causing some words to be smudged. You would add to the paper with your own set of tears as you read about all the beautiful memories the two of you made together.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?) Adam would be head over heels for you so he is 100% down to be committed to you and only you. If it were up to him, he’d want to marry you as soon as possible. However, you told him you wanted to wait a little longer before getting married. Adam respected your wishes but he often gets lost daydreaming about how perfect your wedding day would be.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Adam is the definition of a gentle giant. Everyone was initially intimidated by him because of how powerful and destructive he once was. However, once you encouraged the others to give Adam a chance, they realized how gentle and kind he was. Adam knows that you are capable of handling your own and don’t need to be treated so delicately. Yet, that doesn’t stop him from being tender and soft with you. He just doesn’t want to hurt anyone again the way he once did.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Adam doesn’t like hugs. He LOVES them! He will hug you every chance he gets and you are there to reciprocate. His favorite kind of hugs are ones with you and Blurp atop his bed right before you all fall asleep together. All the children from Counter-Earth run up to Adam to give him a hug because he is like a giant teddy bear to them.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Adam would most likely confess his love for you after a month of being together. When he began developing these feelings for you, he sought advice from the Guardians, both former and new. Nebula suggested that he gift you the heart of your worst enemy. After a collection of cringes from the group, Drax advised him to just pull her into a kiss on the battlefield because “she will never see it coming.” The Guardians began shouting and arguing amongst each other over what was the best way Adam should tell you he loves you. Finally, Groot, who was the most silent of the group, told Adam that the best way to win your heart is just to be yourself and let it come out naturally. Rocket almost shed a tear with how proud he was of his friend. Of course, Adam took Groot’s advice and let the words flow naturally. As you both shared a kiss, the Guardians watched you both with warm hearts and smiles on their faces.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Adam doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does, he does a poor job of hiding it. After he confessed his love for you, Starfox, an Eternal, stopped by for a visit. Starfox, also known as Eros, was a long-time friend of yours and it got to Adam’s head how close you were to him. You reassured Adam that there was nothing to worry about, but the Eternal’s handsome features and flirty ways made Adam consider otherwise. Adam isolated from you for an entire day, until Eros found him setting a pile of trash on fire. The two Celestials had a heart-to-heart about you and Eros revealed to Adam how enamored you were with Adam.

“Yeah, she talks about you all the time. I’ve never seen her with such joy in the time I have known her.”

“Oh.” Adam felt a pinch of guilt for being so angry with Eros. “I’m sorry for being jealous of you. I’d like for us to be friends if that’s possible.”

“All is forgiven, mate,” Eros grinned, holding his hand out to Adam. “You obviously make her happy so you’re already taken Pip’s spot as my best friend.” With that, Adam shook his hand, beginning the start to another friendship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Kissing Adam feels like the flowers blooming in the springtime and the leaves falling in the autumn. Every kiss with him is as amazing as the first time. His lips melt against yours like the universe created you both to do so. He loves stooping down to your level to peck you on the forehead or nose. Meanwhile, you love kissing him on his shoulder or his collarbone because it’s the easiest for you to reach. Adam’s favorite way to be kissed by you is on his hand while your fingers are interlaced with his. You would bring your locked hands to your lips before pressing a kiss atop his hand and then nuzzling your cheek against it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Considering the number of kids that reside on Knowhere, he basically treats them as his younger siblings. You love watching the kids play and climb all over Adam as he bursts into fits of laughter. When the children start fighting or crying, he immediately steps in to comfort them or help solve their problems. Seeing how great he is with them makes you think about how amazing of a dad he would be in the future.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Usually, you wake up before he does with your head pressed against his chest. You’d wake him up by peppering kisses over his face and stroking his soft blonde hair. Adam would return the favor with groggy eyes and then do the same to Blurp, who was typically the last to wake up. Your morning routine together always began by turning on some 80s music because it was upbeat and energetic. You would wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your clothes for the day. After that, you would help yourselves to breakfast. Sometimes, Blurp would need to be fed first otherwise he would beg for the food you were cooking for yourselves.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) If you aren’t on missions across the galaxy, your night routine would be enjoying dinner on a rooftop to admire the stars and planets in the sky. A playlist of love songs would be playing in the background as you conversed and ate. Then, you would share a bath or shower, depending on how tired you both were. Sometimes, you would lose track of time and fall asleep under the night sky with a blanket draped over your body. The Guardians have made attempts to get you back into your beds but gave up when you tossed around and cuddled closer to one another.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Adam doesn’t have much life experience so he shares everything with you all at once. Normally, it would bother you if a partner was an open book right off the bat, but you understood that Adam was a different case. If anything, it made you love him more knowing that you get to grow with him and show him the beauties of the universe.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Adam can be easily angered, depending on the situation. He will never get angry with you and he avoids getting angry in front of you. Yet, you tend to be the one to find him when he is alone and letting out his anger on abandoned items in a secluded area of Knowhere. Conversely, he can easily calm down with you when your hand touches his. You help him with deep breaths and affirmations and his anger is gone.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Adam remembers everything from your mother’s name to your favorite color. On the flip side, he will forget anything that Rocket will tell him, even if it was something important. The Guardians say he has a selective hearing for you because he is so wrapped up in his love for you. Sometimes, you will have to repeat what Rocket says back to Adam because he is more likely to remember important things if you are the one exchanging information with him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) His favorite memory with you is when you first met. Adam couldn’t help but watch you dance to Florence and the Machine. Even when you laid eyes on him, his gaze was still locked on you. He was grateful you were confident enough to introduce yourself to him and ask him to dance. He was nervous and tripped over his own feet and words, but you didn’t seem bothered at all by it. Having your body against his ignited a fire inside him that he did not know could exist. Little did he know that you were feeling the same exact thing as him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Adam is sooooo protective. Not just of you, but with the Guardians and the citizens of Knowhere. He wasn’t able to protect his mother from her untimely death and he is still haunted by it. So he goes to extreme lengths to protect everyone he loves. He isn’t all that concerned about his own safety because he knows he is powerful enough to protect himself. Adam is the type to make sacrifices for the better of everyone else even if it means getting hurt in the process. At least you are there to tend to his wounds when he is done protecting everyone.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Adam puts a lot of effort into his relationship with you. He is always the first one to sing “Happy Birthday” to you on your birthday and make it a special day for you. The Sovereign will get assistance from Mantis and Drax to set up dates, parties, and gifts for you. This usually leads to Mantis and Drax bickering over what Adam should write on cards or if he should get you candy or stuffed animals. Sometimes, their bickering would be so loud that Adam’s surprises for you would get spoiled because you would be eavesdropping on their conversations. At the end of it all, you loved the lengths Adam went through to make you happy and loved. But you still suggested that Adam seek help from someone other than Mantis and Drax if he wants the surprises to be successful.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) At first, it was cute when Adam had selective hearing/memory for you, but after a while, it became a little concerning. Especially when he would forget stuff regarding missions. You confronted Adam in a gentle way and he agreed to work on his listening skills. He has improved in listening to Rocket, but he still struggles to remember Rocket’s favorite song.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Adam isn’t too concerned with his looks. Perhaps the reason being his young mind hasn’t allowed him to be self-aware of his looks. Either way, he is content with how he looks because appearance doesn’t change how people view him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) As mentioned previously, he would perish without you by his side.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Peter Quill returned to Knowhere for a short visit. He showered everyone with gifts, Adam receiving a Polaroid. Quill taught him how to use the camera and even took a selfie with him. Adam was so excited to show you his gift that he ran up to you and took a picture of you admiring the ballet slippers Quill gifted you with. Now, Adam’s room is covered in Polaroids of you and him, but he cherishes the photo of you smiling down at the slippers you loved dancing in.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) He would not be fond of self-deprecating behaviors from himself or a partner. Adam understood that everyone has their flaws, but it makes him sad when he sees others put themselves down because he believes that anyone can be redeemed. He is a prime example of second chances. That being said, he would have zero tolerance for anyone who picks on you or his friends. Adam has no problem putting bullies in their places.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Adam sleeps better when you and Blurp are sharing the bed with him. When either one of you is missing, his sleep gets disrupted. And when he isn’t fully rested, it affects his mood and performance on missions and everyday tasks. Something that helps when you are away is listening to songs that remind him of you and looking at Polaroids of you.

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 1 year

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What about Clark Kent x reader where reader is the adopted sister Lois? Hear me out. All the angst and all reader being in love with him, him keeping them away. But one day Lois runs to him and says reader is missing for 3 days, whole city searches for reader as she was family of the famous reporter. While our reader is in the tri state area aka marvel universe? Eh? Eh? Apparently reader was an archangel, so of course gaia, the creator of everything being her mother, she could travel every universe, unfortunately while travelling to dc, she lost her memories and then the lane family took her in. Now Clark realised he loved reader buuuut, reader was already in relationship with starfox aka eros? Thanks brother? Reader then goes with eros to dc universe and this time more prepared doesn't loses her memories, everyone in justice league became happy of her coming back, specially Clark but reader doesn't know them and they have three sets of golden large wings behind her back, she fights them out of confusion why they call her some other name. You can choose rest of the plot. I know its long! I am so sorry!!

So i opened my requests for the first time in a long while now and I know I'm late but this is a great example of why you should read someone's rules for requests before requesting. I don't write for fem readers or do crossovers.

These are my request rules

As a general reminder I write non female reader x no female characters only. There are more than enough other writers on here who I'm sure would be more than happy to take on this request.

I love the enthusiasm but I'm not the guy for this request, sorry.

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defaulttwig · 2 years

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Rinse and Repeat

Eros x fem!reader (18+)

Summary: A handsome stranger offers to buy you a drink at a bar. To your misfortune, he did not plan to end the night the way you expected, and now you have to hunt him down for payback. (Or, Eros scrapped your ship for parts while you were drunk and you're pissed that he hustled you.)

Warnings: smut, language

WC: 5.6k

A/N: I did very little research on the comics and took a lot of liberty here lol

"Understand this." The barkeep sharply pulled the empty glass away from you. "No money means no drink."

You pouted and reached numbly for the glass. This had to have been the fifth, or maybe sixth, drink you had and you could still think. Funny how you didn't want to think. You needed more.

"Come on." You resorted to bargaining. "I'll make it up to you. Put it on my tab. That's a thing here, right?"

Putting on your best smile, despite the fact you couldn't really feel your face, you attempted to bat your eyelashes. Judging by the barkeep's grimace and the fact you could see your reflection in the mirror behind him, you were a lost cause.

"That option dropped off the edge of the galaxy when you stopped paying." He shook his head.

Your face dropped into a frown. Damn barkeep. You were about to point at his round, pudgy green face and soulless, bug eyes and rant about not needing the alien goo. That there were plenty of other bars in this star system that would gladly accept your patronage. Fortunately, for the alien in front of you, a hand placed on the counter stole your attention.

A handsome man in red leaned his side against the counter. His luscious, red hair matched his suit and made you do a double take. He made a small gesture toward you, all the while offering a charming smile to the barkeep.

"Her next drink is on me."

You gave the stranger a side-eye. There were a few guesses on your mind of what game he was playing at, but you'd humor him. You wanted a drink.

"Yes, you heard the man." Playing your hands against the counter like a drum, you smiled at the barkeep, smug in the face. "Give me something stronger this time."

He looked between you and the stranger as if waiting for the man to change his mind. Surely, there was no chance he would offer to pay for you when you already looked so shitfaced? He had to have seen that. Still, money was money.

As he turned away to make you your drink, you turned to your savior. He rapped his knuckles against the counter, head lowered. His shoulders shook slightly from holding back a laugh, his teeth dug into his lower lip. You crossed your arms on the counter and looked up at him curiously.

"So, are you looking for something, partner?"

He shook his head. "No, no. Of course, if you are offering."

"We'll see by the end of the night if you stick around."

He gave you a once over. "I'll take my chances."

Oh, you liked him. He carried himself with such an air of confidence that attracted you. Maybe it was the alien booze speaking but you wouldn't mind taking him back with you to your ship.

You may have taken advantage of his gesture. One drink wasn't enough for you and you didn't stop until you truly couldn't think. Or, at least remember what you were thinking.

The night blurred together messily and the next thing you knew, you woke up on your ship. There was a strange metallic sound that you couldn't pinpoint somewhere, but it made your head spin. You sat up, clutching your head with a slight groan.

The blanket draped over you fell around your waist. Somehow, you made it to your bed tucked away in a little corner on your ship. The question now was, how did you manage to cross from the bar all the way to the docks while drunk out of your mind. You rubbed a hand over your eyes with a deep sigh of frustration.

Again. You did it again.

Drank your sorrows away.

No more booze for you. Starting today, you'd ban any more blasted alien goo in your system. It messed you up horribly. The hangovers were the worst.

A light rap against the open archway pulled you from your thoughts. Standing handsome and tall, the stranger from last night smiled. He lifted his hand to show a steaming mug prepped and ready for drinking.

"I brought you something for your headache."

You waved your hand to let him in. As he handed you the mug, you realized how underdressed you were.

"Did we-"

"No." He shut you down easily enough.

"Then, why are you..." You squinted up at him. "Why are you on my ship?"

Another metallic sound pulled your attention from him. You looked out past the archway.

The stranger sat at the edge of your bed. "I escorted you here to make sure you were safe. When I saw how you behaved though, I figured you were more of a danger to yourself than anyone else."

He laughed lightly. You could understand that. Under the influence, you've done some stupid things and gotten yourself in more trouble than what it's worth. You sipped from the mug and grimaced.

"What the hell is this?"

"Oh, just something I made on my home planet."

The metallic sound happened again. Did you fuck up your ship last night?

"It's disgusting, no offense."

"None taken." He pointed at the mug. "It's a special concoction. Should feel better in no time."

"I guess." You swiped a hand over your face. Some remnants of fatigue rendered your brain to mush. "Do you hear that sound?"

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

You licked your teeth. God, that stuff left a gross aftertaste. The stranger had cocked his head and looked at you with slight worry. When you next heard the sound, you raised a brow at him, but he simply averted his gaze to pat your shin through the blanket.

"Well, you've had a rough night. And I do believe I overstayed my welcome."

You nodded and pulled yourself off the bed. "Right. Thanks for the concoction."

"It's only right to serve you." He walked with you toward the front of the ship, where he stopped to look down at you with a charming smile. "After all, you've done me a great service."

"How? You're the one who paid for my drinks and I probably wasn't the best company under the influence."

He looked away from you, scanning the interior of your ship. "This is quite a ship, by the way. You don't see many of these models."

You crossed your arms, a bit prideful. "Bartered my way to it through a series of events. Fun story for another time."

"Yes, another time." He nodded. "You need the pilot to be around to gain entrance."

Your pride got to you, warming your chest. You shrugged with a cocky smile. Yeah, you afforded this top-of-the-line beauty. "Gotta love security."

He held up two fingers and spun them in a circle, raising his voice. "Come along, Pip. We're leaving."

You blinked, dumbfounded. "Huh?"

The stranger walked down the ramp, his cape billowing softly behind him. A short troll scampered around you and you did a double-take, glancing from him to the inside of your ship. Where did he come from? And why was he holding a part of your ship in his hands?

The troll joined the stranger at his side. They both started to walk off without looking back at you. It clicked too little too late. You just got hustled.

"Hey!" You yelled out to them. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

The duo turned to you. The tall stranger with his red hair glimmering in the sun smiled charmingly at you. His short friend scoffed and held his hand up.

"Behold, a prince unlike any man you've ever encountered; Eros." The troll pointed back at you. "Also, lady, you might want to stand clear. Your ship's hatch is going to close."

"Huh? Wait. You son of a-" The hatch slammed shut faster than you anticipated. You punched the door. Curse that stupid security system and its failsafe. "When I find you, Eros, you're dead!"

You’d been left trapped on your ship for an hour straight before you figured out how to open the damn hatch. And while you paced around your ship, finding bits and parts taken off that rendered your haul flightless, you groaned and nearly ripped out your hair. He hustled you. His plan all along had been to scrap your ship.

For what reason? Usually, thieves did this to repair or modify their own ship. And you were the unlucky bastard with a giant sign on your back that screamed an easy target. He got you drunk enough to grant him access to your little sanctuary.

You of all people got fucked by a handsome man and he didn't even fucking touch you.

Eros, you just messed with the wrong woman.

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Unfortunately for Eros, when you were not drunk off your ass, you were a damn good tracker. It was only your love of alien booze that hindered your work. Thankfully, his little stunt helped you onto the path of sobriety. Resentment made for strong motivation.

You spent four months hauling your ass off the wasteland he abandoned you at. Had to work to get new parts for your ship and even repair it, but the price was too dicey. Unable to afford the expenses without throwing yourself back into your work, the very thing that made you drink,, you exchanged your ship for a shitty one. One that had no security and didn't have the same luxurious space of old faithful. It ran on dreams and crossed fingers. On the plus side, every bump and jolt from that hazard-on-wings fueled the fire in your heart.

You wanted revenge. To get even with that asshole with a beautiful face. He shot your pride to the edge of the universe and made you lose your prized ship. The ship you worked hard on to obtain through a series of events, none of which were a pleasant walk in the park, unlike how he stole from you.

Revenge didn’t seem like a far off fantasy, though.. Word spread here and there about a man calling himself Starfox who fit the description of your handsome thief. A tall, dashing man of red. You simply followed the trail of praise and hate towards him. He was becoming quite the celebrity, much to the fortune of your endeavor.

Made a name for himself using a ship that was modified from your parts.

Maybe for revenge, you'd steal his whole ship.

The stories led you to a sleazy planet. Not that you were surprised. You expected scum to wash up somewhere he belonged.

Your gut told you to enter the noisiest bar with the most action. Not even at the door, different aliens and people all eyed you as you approached. Those that loitered outside, that was. You kept your head high as you passed them, slipping inside the bar with ease.

Inside was no better than out on the streets. The place had been packed. In every corner, smoke thick enough to block your vision flitted to the high ceilings, both drinks and their patrons sloshed and noisily fell about, and an obscene amount of pda filled your view. Almost made you squeamish that the smoke hadn’t covered that up.

Still, this wasn’t new for you. This was just another bar to breeze through.

You weaved your way around, dodging different people and alien appendages that stuck out, and nearly tripped over a man's reptilian tail. He tucked it towards him and scoffed at you. All you managed was a small salute and kept going.

The smell of disgusting, foreign, alien booze made your mouth water. That small part of you wanted to take a detour to the bar and order a little drink. Just one for the road.

Luckily, a spot of red distracted you from derailing from your goal. You smiled to yourself and gave a mental pat on the back. You did it champ. Now, to figure out how you were going to deal with him.

Yes, you thought of murder. No, it was too easy. But, from what you learned of his stories, his ship was the same model as yours. Made sense why he stole from you. And that meant you needed him to get past the security system.

Eros flanked himself with men and women alike, draped over the round booth seat while those closest to him hugged wherever they could. Off to the side, you spotted his troll friend chumming up a pair of twins. Either could get you on the ship, you’ve heard the tales of both their piloting skills, but you wanted Eros. He's the one who did you dirty.

You'd been too busy plotting how to go about this to realize Eros' eyes raking over you. By the time you'd been damned to lock eyes with him, he excused himself from his posse. His eyes followed you but he made his way to the bar.

That was your opening.

You sauntered up beside him at the bar. He'd just ordered two drinks when you joined his side and turned his head to give you a smile.

"Couldn't help but notice you looking at me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You wanted revenge.

His smile widened. "I take it you've heard of me."

Did he not remember you? As much as that grinds your gears, you figured this could work. Deceiving him was not the option you initially thought of, but you could act a bit.

"Oh, I've heard the stories about you." You leaned closer to him and spoke his given title like it was forbidden fruit. "Starfox."

Eros' face lit up brightly. "Beautiful, you don't know how pleased I am to hear that from you."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

He shrugged. "Only those who have my attention."

Huh, easier than you thought. Maybe you should consider a career in acting.

His drinks were soon placed in front of him. Eros slid one glass toward you. The liquid sloshed a bright purple on top that gradually faded to blue at the bottom. Too bad you couldn't drink during your little mission. You pushed the glass back toward him apologetically.

"I don't drink."

He gave you a playfully quizzical look. "Strange place to be in, then, huh? A bar, for a lady who doesn't drink."

"Well, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about." You dared to place your hand on his bicep. A move greatly appreciated by him as he flexed a bit. "Didn't think the stories about Starfox were true."

"Care to share the stories you've heard?"

"Oh, you know." You ran a hand through his hair. "Just that he has amazing hair, he's incredibly handsome, and..."

Well, most stories you heard apart from that were from the mouths of his enemies. Couldn't stroke his ego by calling him a chin-spickling frozen wheelsack, could you? Or, any other alien insults you couldn't exactly translate.

Eros offered more in your steed with a puffed chest. "A great lover, perhaps?"

You cocked your head to the side. Didn't expect that. Another advantage for you. Smiling, you shrugged and twirled some of his red locks around your finger.

"I'm not so sure about that one."

"Are you, now?" He leaned closer to you.

"I'm not a big believer in most things." You pressed yourself against him. "I like a little proof."

"I'll be more than happy to give you that." He took a large gulp of the purple drink and set his glass down on the counter. "Anything for a fan."

"Oh, I'm no fan." Your smile widened.

He placed his hands on your hips. "All the more reason to show you, love. I’ll make a fan out of you."

You hummed delightedly. This was going much better than you thought. "Want to get out of here? Maybe somewhere more private."

"I have just the place." He nodded. "I'm sure you've heard the stories of my ship."

"Can't say I have." You pressed yourself against him. "Might have to show that to me too."

"With pleasure."

Eros draped an arm around your waist. He led you out of the establishment, waving dismissively to his troll friend, who looked at you curiously. You made sure to keep your face out of view, lest the troll prove to have better memory than Eros. He didn’t recognize you, just loudly whooped for Eros to not mess up the ship.

At the ship, which admittedly looked much better than you expected, you hummed in minor astonishment. For stolen parts, his ship looked straight out of a catalog. You hated it.

Eros’ hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you up the ramp. You played up your astonishment, complimenting him every chance you had. It stroked his ego greatly, enough to take his attention off your sour look. As well as you could act in your voice, your expressions would give you away.

He gave you a grand tour, stopping at the best spot. The pilot’s chair in the cockpit. He sat down, holding his chin up while you brushed past him to run your fingers along the edge of the flight console, a starkly while surface, save for the control panel full of different functioning buttons. Your control panel.

“You pilot this thing?”

“Impressed?”

You hummed. “I’m sure you’ve shown this place to many lovers.”

He tilted his head back to look at you as you stepped between his spread legs. His hands fell to your waist. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like seeing him like this.

“None of them had the pleasure.”

“I doubt that.”

“They haven’t ever sat on the pilot’s chair before either.” He gingerly pulled you toward him. You slipped your legs up and straddled him while his smile grew. “How’s it feel?”

“Like a fake.” Your fingers wove into his hair, tilting your head. “A fraud.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Smile dropping, it returned smug as his eyes lit in recognition. Eros let out a low chuckle.

“Ah, you.”

“Forget all about me, thief?”

“Could only remember you with a bottle in your hand, love.” He hissed as you tugged on his hair. “Ow. How’d you find me?”

“You wouldn’t know, oh great adventurer, but my line of work is in tracking.”

He shrugged. “Big deal.”

“I’m also skilled with a gun.”

“Don’t see one now.”

You pulled harder at his hair and he winced. “That’s because I want to use my hands.”

“Kinky.”

“I should kill you right now for stealing from me and stranding me.” You scowled. “I lost my ship thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.” His hands slid to your thighs. “You didn’t deserve it anyway.”

“Oh, and you do?” You bared your teeth. “My ship wasn’t scrap for you to dig through and take as you please.”

“And yet, I did.” He relaxed into his chair. “What, going to destroy my ship? Take it?”

Your eyes narrowed and he scoffed.

“You actually plan to take it?” He shook his head and squeezed your thighs. “Sweetheart, I’d like to see you try.”

“Hard part’s already done. I’m here.” You leaned closer, face hovering over his. “All I have to do is kick your pompous ass out of here.”

Eros pushed his torso forward to meet your sneer. “Try me.”

You gathered locks of his hair into your fists. Neither of you backed down, maintaining eye contact. Your nostrils flared just thinking of how much you waited for this moment. To strangle him or…something.

All at once, the two of you smashed your mouths together. You slammed his head back into the chair and he moaned into the kiss. From the shock, his lips parted and you followed, slipping your tongue in his mouth.

You melted into the kiss.

His eyes fluttered shut, as did yours. You didn't need to see each other, only feel. His hands held fast to your waist and worked you on his lap. It gave you a taste of what you were in for, that bulge in his pants.

Your kisses moved from his mouth. Trailing down his jaw, you kissed along his neck. He shifted, squeezing your waist. You rolled your hips against his bulge as your kisses trailed back to his jawline.

Lips locked on his, your tongues lapped over one another.

The tips of his fingers brushed your skin under the hem of your shirt.

You groaned, taking your hands from his soft, red hair to tear off your jacket and toss it aside. His mouth chased after yours as you broke the kiss to lift your shirt over your head. Once gone, your fingers found their place in his hair again as you went to kiss him, but Eros grew distracted.

He dipped his head down to the swell of your breasts, his breath hovering over them. You shivered from the warmth fanned over your chest. His lips pressed against each breast, right over your bra, where he could make contact with skin. Your eyes fluttered closed.

You tugged on his hair and pulled him back up to kiss him again. His lips were unbelievably soft. You bit his bottom lip and pulled teasingly and he smiled. Each kiss became rougher and you both broke away breathless each time, shortly back to it.

You continued to roll your hips against his bulge. It sent sparks all throughout your body. But it wasn't enough. You needed more.

Eros tilted his head back to accommodate your kisses while you changed positions. Stood on your knees, your hands deftly undid the buttons on your pants and pulled them down. You managed to shimmy them down to your ankles and they wrapped around your boots.

The moment your hands brushed over his bulge, he hastily followed your lead. Eros pulled his pants down enough to free his cock and it was enough for you to rub your clothed cunt against him. He inhaled sharply at the friction, pushing your waist back slightly.

His palms rubbed your thighs. He brought his fingers to your underwear and felt you through the cloth. You jolted at the slight rub against your clit. As he circled two fingers against you, brushing them over the wet spot on the panties, your hands worked his cock.

Your breaths fanned against one another. Alternating between moaning into each other's mouths and breaking apart to fill the room with your moans, your hips bucked into his hand. You couldn't take it.

You pulled his hand away, hooking your fingers into your panties and pulling it aside. Your hand wrapped around his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Just the tip rubbing against your clit sent jolts of electricity through you.

Not another moment was wasted before you sank your hips down on him. Eros groaned while you winced, slowly engulfing his entirety. He had girth and you could feel him completely, it filled you up.

You used only a second and nothing more to adjust to his size. Your hands weaved back in his hair, tilting his head back to deepen your kiss. Raising your hips, your moans muffled in his mouth.

Every movement you felt wholly. From the space without him in you to the way you sank over him and let him fill you. It was everything. Electrifying and incredible.

Your grip on his hair tightened as your hips bucked against his. Eros' groans melted in your mouth with moans. It became too much, but not enough for you that you set one hand on the armrest and focused on the friction in your cunt.

A knot formed in your stomach, barely tangible but still there. Both hands gripped the armrests and your head fell back. Your knuckles ached from how hard you gripped them. The friction wasn't enough.

Eros let his hands roam up and down your sides. Cupping your breasts through the bra, he squeezed and squished them together. Your bucking slowed, relishing in the feel of his hands.

His finger hooked into the middle of your bra and he pulled down, exposing your breasts. Your bra dug into your ribs but it was such a small sensation to his breath fanning over your breasts once more. Eros kissed between your breasts before he gave his attention to your nipple.

He licked it. Flicked his tongue over the nipple several times. You shivered at the warm wetness that instantly chilled each second his mouth left it alone. He pinched at your other nipple, circling the perky tip with the pad of his thumb.

You gripped the armrests like your life depended on it. He moved his mouth to your other nipple and repeated himself. Licking, flicking, bringing you to the edge.

He kissed a trail up to your neck, palming at your breasts. Your breaths were short and uneven. Hips bucking erratically over him, the knot tightened. Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling the heat of it all over.

Just when you were at your tipping point, Eros gripped your hips. His teeth prodded at your neck, giving one swipe of his tongue over a spot before he bit down. At the same time, he roughly bucked his hips up into you and matched your pace.

You cried out a sharp moan, blinded with an intense orgasm. Your hips stuttered, twitching and you all but stopped bucking, but Eros fucked you through your high. He sucked on the mark on your neck, thrusting up into you.

Pulling his hair weakly to lift his head, you reclaimed his mouth. Your legs shook as you moaned lowly into his mouth. His hot breaths and low groans were swallowed as he bucked up into you. Every thrust sent electricity through you and your cunt fluttered all around him.

Just when his thrusts started to slow, Eros pulled you off of him and helped you stand. You got about two words out of your confusion before he backed you into the console. He pulled your underwear down to your knees and hoisted you onto it. The cool controls chilled your naked skin, making you shiver.

You held his biceps and scowled. "What gives?"

"We're not done." He was breathless. His cock throbbed against his stomach. "Not until I properly fuck you."

He dropped to a squat. For a good second, his face in front of your cunt turned you on. To have him beneath you like that. It changed as he wrapped his hands around your ankles and lifted them, making you lose your balance.

You fell over the buttons and levers with a hiss. They jabbed into you as you looked down your nose at him. "You did that on purpose."

He shrugged, tugging on your underwear and pants. "Just a little."

Your clothes caught on your boots. With the combined effort of you kicking your legs and him tugging, he got them off and tossed them aside elsewhere. Eros grabbed the back of your knees, pulling your ass over the edge while he spread your legs far apart.

The buttons scraped against your back but you only cared about his cock he realigned at your cunt. His eyes locked onto yours and he rubbed the tip over your clit. The back of your head hit the console, eyes rolling back. You pawed at his uniform, clasping the edge of his cape. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you locked your ankles together with a sharp tug.

Eros hardly stumbled, smiling at you. He raked his eyes over your form, pumping himself a few times.

"You know, I could get used to this sight."

"Just get it over with, Fox."

You tugged on his cape, but he only leaned forward a bit. Pumping himself at a steady pace, his free hand toyed with your cunt. You bit your lip, hips jerking at the touch.

You tried again. "Starfox."

He smirked, his voice cut short of a gasp. "Close."

You circled your hips, feeling his tip press at your entrance. Little sparks darted up to your spine. A whine clawed at the back of your throat.

"Fine." You groaned. "Eros."

His cock slammed back into you. Your mouth fell open in a loud moan, cut off by another moan as he started to thrust. In this position, he didn't hold back.

Eros liked it fast and rough. You'd have been off the other end of the console if your legs weren't wrapped around his waist. You spoke too soon as your legs gave out, swinging listlessly on either side of him.

He gripped your hips and somehow fucked into you harder. Eros hunched over you, thrusting deeply into you. His balls clapped against your ass cheeks.

You clawed at both his cape and his uniform, gripping onto his cape with strained knuckles. Both your moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin on skin.

He slid one hand up your side to cup your breast. His mouth pressed just above your navel, trailing kisses up your stomach. He kissed and nipped at your other breast as he squeezed. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, overcome with stimulation.

He lifted his head from your breasts. His fingers dug into your hips in a tight hold. Face screwed tight in both concentration and bliss, his thrusts grew erratic. All sense of rhythm had been lost. Stars dotted your vision from how rough he became with you.

You couldn't breathe. A coil tightened in your stomach. Your moans came out short like little whines, nearing pathetic whimpers from the pleasure. It was too much. Too much and hurtful but so, so good.

It's when he cums into you that you're pushed over the edge. The hot liquid spilling into you was the final straw. You arched your back off the console, a long moan pulled from deep in your chest.

Your cunt fluttered around his cock all while he thrust into you wildly. He brought you both down from your high, thrusts gradually slowing until his dock softened in you. You both fell short of breath, unable to think or speak a word into existence.

Your eyes locked onto the ceiling of the cockpit.

You were full of Eros’ cum.

Panting, you tried to catch your breath. Your body was gross and sweaty and you could really feel the ickiness as Eros' forehead went splat onto your stomach. Slick with his sweat, your face twisted in disgust.

You threaded your fingers into his hair, about to pry him off of you, but fatigue made your hand fall back to your side. Best you did was give him a half-assed pet.

Eros pushed himself off of you, pulling his soft cock out of your overstimulated cunt, and stuffed it in his pants. His eyes raked over you in admiration, proud of his work. A smug smile made its way to his face as he stared at your cunt.

Out of spite, you closed your legs. He stood between them, though, prohibiting that and you became all too aware of the chill in the cockpit. It hit your soaked cunt and the wetness affected the cool sensation. Legs shaking from the cold, you pushed yourself up.

Your hands swiped over more buttons and the two of you became aware that you probably fucked up the ship's systems from all the button pressing. Not that you really cared, it wasn't your ship for the moment. Eros locked eyes with you after you pressed a colorful button and turned off whatever it was attached to.

"If you broke something, you'll have to pay for it."

Just by his tone and cocky smirk, you knew he meant monetary payment and not another sexual endeavor. You scoffed. As if you two didn't have hot sex and christened the cockpit. For good measure, you kicked his shin with your boot.

Eros hissed and grabbed his shin. You smiled at his pain, hopping off the console to get dressed. He fell back into the pilot's seat, spreading his legs comfortably and watched you slide your underwear on.

"You still plan on stealing my ship?"

Humming, you waited until you had your pants on to give him an answer. Even then, you frowned. Couldn't steal his ship like this. And, you had to give it to him. He could fuck well.

"I'll give you a head start tomorrow." You fixed your bra and got your tops on, fixing him with a blank stare. "Leave this planet. And the next one I find you on, I'll have your neck."

Eros smirked. "Sounds like you want to do this again."

"More like I'm going to recollect myself. I don't steal from guys I just fucked, unlike you."

"We hadn't even done anything that night."

"Yes, but-" You huffed, train of thought switching. "Did you ever plan to sleep with me that night? If I hadn't gotten drunk?"

Eros tapped his fingers against the armrest, cocking his head. "You've better get going if you want to rest. Tomorrow, I leave at dawn."

You frowned. "Fine."

It wasn't hard to leave without looking back. Sexed out, you stumbled all the way back to your shitty ship and waited out the night. The next day, true to his word, Eros' ship had taken off from this sleaze fest of a planet and you followed the trail he left behind.

And thus, commenced your game of cat and mouse across the galaxy. You chased him down, he'd give you the best sex of your life, and you'd let him go for another chase. Rinse and repeat.

Daresay you liked the guy.

You still wanted revenge for your ship, though.

#eros x reader #starfox x reader #harry styles x reader #eternals fanfiction #eternals x reader

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Heyo! Do you write starfox? The eros whom Harry played? If you do! Could you do one where reader is odin daughter/son? Like sister or brother of Thor and loki?

hellooo!! unfortunately i do not write starfox (if i’m being honestly i’m not exactly sure how to navigate around his character with just that little snippet at the end of the movie😭) so if anyone knows of a fic like this pls drop it in the inbox :))

BUT i see u and i see the vision. funny enough, i was actually thinking abt this the other day, so i now raise you this: starfox/eros x reader with enimies to lovers trope✨

long ass blurb thingy/word vomit under the cut!

initially, when i thought of this plot, i had imagined the reader to be the daughter of heimdall, but honestly this could work with odin as well (you’ll see why)

I would also like to add that in this plot, thanos happened, so he did kill heimdall (your dad) and as a result, this is slightly what fuels your resentment towards eros bc, as we all know, he’s thanos’ brother. however, eros does not know this information about your dad and you don’t tell him.

so basically reader, the daughter of heimdall, somehow ends up being stuck with eros on some kind of mission type deal. at first you push past the fact that his brother literally killed your father and chose to at least give him a chance to get on your good side, but you find yourself irate by his cockiness and lewd behavior towards you (he makes it very clear that he thinks you’re attractive).

eros has, on multiple occasions, tried to use his powers to seduce you, but with your powers and heightened senses (inherited from heimdall) you can tell when he attempts to do it, so you never fall victim to his tricks. cue this tiny little spiel i conjured up whilst thinking abt this:

right, so then you two carry on, you don’t quite get along but you’re a pretty good team when you work together. there’s little moments where eros actually won’t be such a dumbass and is a little sweet and you find yourself starting to look at him differently.

whenever the two of you are in battle, he carries his joking mannerisms onto the playing field and at one point it puts you in danger, risking your life, and you snap at him, have a little fight yeah yeah.

and then finally at some point during your mission, someone brings up thanos killing your dad and eros is shocked to learn this new information. he walks after you when you storm off and confronts you about it. cue this little thingy i wrote:

and then a lot of sappy sob shit happens and from there on out the two of you are pretty civil with each other, with the occasional snappy comments. then eventually you admit your feelings, things unfold and you two somehow end up together.

and of course there’d be little sprinkles of smut here and there, maybe a little hate fucking but yeah that’s pretty much all i could think of😭

#starfox/eros x reader #starfox x reader #eros x reader #marvel #harry styles blurb #harry styles #harry styles fanfic

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mindofharry · 2 years

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i think i sent in an ask and it was like cuddling with eros or something NOT SURE IF YOU SAW THAT BUT LIKE cuddling with him after a long day of being sexy (or whatever he does i haven’t seen the movie) and helping him take off the cape, the chest plate, everything else you know the drill

OHHHHH MYYYY GODDD

i feel like he loves cuddles BUT IS CONSTANTLY TRYING TO GET IN YOUR PANTS. eros can’t sit still AND HE LOVES TOUCHING YOU. “eros, baby, i’m trying to sleep. had a long day” You mumbled and eros grumbled against your neck, his tongue licking its way up to your jaw. his hands were everywhere, your stomach, waist…… GOD

#erosrry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #eros x reader #eternals fanfiction #eternals x reader #starfox #starfox x reader

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athenaeum-simps · 2 years

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Credit:- @grimyfrightz on instagram

#starfox #harry styles solo #harry styles smile #harry styles #starfox x reader #starfox marvel #starfox oc #eternals #marvel

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harrysfolklore · 2 years

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insta blurb of Gemma Chan please?

in honor of me FINALLY watching eternals today, here’s another mcu harry blurb ! also to celebrate that we finally got eros poster 🥰

PART 2

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram Eternals London press 💙 much love to everyone here

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ynfan1 MY GIRLLL 😍

salmahayek ❤️

harryupdates Harry liked this picture !

↳ harryfan1 eternal besties <3

florencepugh OBSESSED WITH YOU 🤤

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harrystyles EROS: The god of love.

Eternals in theaters now.

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harryfan1 IM STILL NOT OVER THIS LIKE WTF

lizzobeeating YEEEEZ

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gemmastyles Super proud of you 🧡

harryfan2 I LOVE MCU HARRY

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entertainmentweekly “Eros” being introduced to the MCU was not the only secret that was kept under wraps during the Eternals filming, YN and Harry Styles tell us about how they their relationship flourished on set. Check the link in our bio for the full story

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harryfan1 IM SORRY WTF????????

ynfan1 WASN’T READY FOR THIS AT ALL

harryfan2 we’re all shocked but can i just say that they kinda hinted it with the way they interacted and stuff ?

↳ ynfan2 I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS

↳ harryfan1 WE ALL DID

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yourinstagram Sersi and Eros got along really well… and we love Dane

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ynfan1 YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS

salmahayek ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

harryfan1 yeah sersi and eros did extracurricular activities all this time and we had no idea

harrystyles I like Sersi, she is cute x

↳ harryfan1 NAWTTT BC WTF IS HAPPENING

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↳ ynfan2 NONE OF THIS FEELS REAL

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countlessimagines · 2 years

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A Path of Loneliness [ Druig x Reader ] (PART TWO)

PART ONE

A/N: A part two because I have so much story to tell!

Summary: Druig tries to fight for you to take him back and for things to go back to how they were.

ETERNALS SPOILERS

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After using your powers for the first time in centuries, you slept for days after it happened. You were oblivious to what went on in the meantime as the eternals saved the world from the celestial being born.

When you awoke, you were on a bed inside of the Domo’s infirmary section. Confusion was all you could feel as you glanced around the unfamiliar ship that was once your home.

You sat up and dangled your legs off the side of the floating bed. You were in a simple silk night dress that you assumed Thena had put on you. Your hands were healed from the burns caused by your powers.

When you were about to get off the bed, Phastos entered the room and advised you not to.

“Not quite yet, let me take off the support bands and I can show you around.”

You nodded slowly, staring at the man, trying to remember something from the past. It bothered you that you couldn’t remember his name, or the other eternals’ names as well.

“What is your name?” You whispered as he started to take off the golden bands around your arms.

“Phastos…” he looked hurt when you asked, but he kept it in because he knew you didn’t remember anything. It was painful for him to see you look so confused and hopeless. Before your memories were wiped, he remembers you being so energetic and lively as you helped the humans along in their development. He also knows you would always make a fire animals appear in the palm of your hand as to entertain the children. Phastos can recall you and Druig trying to hide your “secret” relationship… but everyone knew that the two of you were inseparable and madly, deeply in love.

“Phastos?” You asked softly since he seemed to zone out. He hadn’t even realized that he was finished with removing every band.

He apologized and helped you off the table, “Thena wanted to speak to you first.”

The news of Gilgamesh’s death followed after Thena had hugged you tightly. You were in disbelief and couldn’t believe your whole supposed team didn’t help him. It broke your heart to know that while you slept, his last dying words to Thena were for you and her to remember.

You couldn’t stand to be around anyone else. Especially Druig as he tried to approach you many times while on the domo. Every time he dared to get close, your eyes shined red and he stepped off.

It wasn’t long before you left the whole group. You wanted to return home but knew Thena was planning on leaving. So, you decided to find a house elsewhere.

It was harder than you thought to find a place to stay. You looked everywhere and nobody would allow you to buy an apartment with simply the gold you stole from Makkari’s hoard of treasure. You never had to find a place of your own since you lived with Thena and Gilgamesh for years.

You sat outside on a beautiful fountain that sat in the middle of the town you were currently in. It was beautiful to walk around and live in, and you were determined to find a space of your own. One where you could tap into your mind and remember.

“Well, I would say you should throw a coin in the wishing well for a place to stay… but given the fact all you have is gold coins is not the best idea.”

You immediately stood up and faced Druig. It was not pleasant at all to see his smirking face.

“Why are you here? Did you follow me?” You said sternly, keeping your distance from him.

“Of course, I couldn’t leave you by yourself with no place to stay.” He was very confident in how he held himself. His mannerisms were sharp and charming, and he knew just what to say to make people swoon. However, you felt it was his powers. Years to master his way with people.

“Well what makes you think I would want your help?” You said.

“Because,” he stepped closer to you, “I’m no longer the bad guy in this situation. When we were fighting to stop the celestial being born, I only had one person in mind to keep me going.”

Your breath seemed to stop as he inched closer to you. He delicately grabbed your hand and kissed it before saying, “You were my driving force. I thought of the moments we shared before I made the mistake. And I own up to it. It was wrong and I did it because I was afraid to lose you. I… I do not deserve your forgiveness and you do not deserve me. I can only say now that I am sorry for not choosing you.”

Seconds passed as you glanced into his tear filled eyes and felt an overwhelming sense of love that you knew you had for him. It was still there despite your memories being wiped, but it felt like he was the only one you wanted and needed.

It was awhile before you responded, “I don’t know what I’m doing since I depended on Gilgamesh and Thena. While I know we had a past, it will take awhile for me to warm up to you once again. Be patient with me.”

Druig smiled and nodded, “We have eternity.”

You smiled faintly as you remembered the dream you had of him promising to be with you for eternity.

Months went on as you and Druig shared a small apartment in New York City. It was a rough start as you did not trust him fully yet, but knew this could be a new start at eternity with him.

Separate rooms, shared conversations here and there, a planned routine for grocery and furniture shopping. It was weird to do such domestic living with Druig, but it felt like a breath of fresh air that you both didn’t know you needed.

Druig lived for decades with his captured town and you lived a simple off grid life with Gilgamesh and Thena. It was an adjustment for the two of you. But deep down inside you both knew there wasn’t anyone else you would want to share this simple life with.

It was hard to build trust with him again and there were moments where you had to step away from him. You desired a life where you never requested your memories be taken from you. Maybe in that reality you would have had endless happiness with Druig and the rest of the eternals. But here you were, wrapped into a world of discomfort and at times, loneliness.

While you were slowly building trust with Druig, he still had a way with you. He wanted to show you he was different and could still be the man you loved in another lifetime. There were moments where he would occasionally grab your hand to cross the street, he would sit closer to you when watching movies, and glances that made both of your hearts flutter.

While you learned how to love him again, Druig remembered why he loved you so much.

He remembers the early mornings where he would have to sneak away back to his room, but would stay to make sure you were comfortable and left a kiss on your forehead. He remembers the countless flowers he would pick for you and put in your hair. He remembers to night where you both couldn’t sleep, so stargazing became a regular occurrence. He remembers telling you how much he loved you and wanted to spend eternity with you.

While these memories were all Druig could think about, he made sure to show you the same love and appreciation that stole your heart in the first place.

Life was starting to settle down.

It was late one night when you had already been asleep in your room when Druig came home after taking his nightly walk.

He changed into his sleepwear and was about to settle in for the night when a soft knock came to his door. He opened it and found you standing there, rubbing your sleepy eyes and wrapped in a blanket.

“You took a longer walk than usual.” You were mumbling a bit, still trying to wake up. “Everything okay?”

Druig nodded and invited you into his room. He watched as you laid down and curled into a comfortable position.

He slowly laid down next to you, unsure of where this was going. You were very tired and reached out for him.

Your hand made its way to his cheek and you began to drift back into sleep. He placed his arm delicately around your waist and pulled you closer. He heard no complaints from you so he assumed you were okay with it.

Before falling asleep entirely, you whispered to him, “I remember.”

Druig was now wide awake more than ever. He wanted to ask you about everything you remembered but knew that you were tired and couldn’t possibly stay awake long enough to even talk.

He smiled, happy to know his love was coming back to him.

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