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Eternals MCU AU: Ikaris x Elemental!Reader

Author's Note: Hello! I am so sorry for being so MIA in my writing lately, I would like to put out on the record that I have not abandoned any of my works, I have just been really busy with finals. I still am, but I watched Eternals and just HAD to get this idea out. My other work "Like the Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered" is in progress, and hopefully it will be out by the end of this coming week. I am also aware that Ikaris is a pretty unpopular character (with good reason), but I just love Richard Madden so dang much. Keep in mind that I am a VERY casual Marvel fan, I have only seen like 3 movies in total and watched Agent Carter, but that is it. Also, this is a very AU fic, and Ikaris and Sersei have never been together in this, but they are besties bc I thought that it would be cute.

This was actually written as a birthday present for my fellow Richard Madden girlie, @valeskafics! I am so sorry that it was so late, I really wanted to make sure that it was perfect, and please don't hate me for not running this by you to beta it, I really wanted it to be a surprise. I really wanted to show my love for you by bringing to life this work, as you were the first person to really encourage me to pursue writing in the first place, and you have my eternal gratitude for that. But I promise that with the surprise finally being out, I will let you beta the next chapter for both of my works.

Which brings me to give a shoutout to the ever so lovely & legendary @its-actually-minicika for being my beta for this chapter! She is so amazing to do this with how busy she is as a writer and med student, please go check out her fics, they are amazing!

Warnings: Mature language, Ikaris is probably very OOC, mentions of sexual content but not very explicit (but it will later, along with some violence), Reader is a menace, Druig is a menace, Reader & Druig are besties and menaces together, depression, DND lore & language is Aquan (translations will be at the bottom), Takes place during the Blip, also Reader is female & has dragon mom so...make do with what you will ig

BABYLON 525 BCE – Persian Gulf Shores

Blue on blue; white tips rising, crashing, then disappearing; one massive wave breaking apart into a dozen smaller others, until it became this tremendous and monstrous inorganic entity that only seemed alive. To him and the rest of his team, it was just a large mass of water molecules, all stacked on top of one another, until it amassed into this single cohesive body. But the humans they guarded and protected, it was alive, as alive as any other organism: human, animal, deviant, Eternal, you.

“Hey dumbass,” a truly obnoxiously vibrant voice called out that broke Ikaris’ stare to the ever-constant blue horizon in front of him, as a genuine and full smile broke his usual stoic visage. He turned to the direction of your continuing teasing taunts, “you realize that just because I bite, doesn’t mean the water will do the same, right?” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while flashing him one of your signature smirks, your eyes briefly flickering a gleam of silver in accordance to your playful mood. You decided to let your (h/c) locks loose today, and in doing so, allowing the sun to dance upon their lustrous shine while framing your wonderous and elated features.

You had even decided to forego your everyday amour: a fitted dark cobalt blue dragon scale outer tunic that reached to your knees with elbow length sleeves, enchanted by your brother to be impenetrable to both mystical and physical attacks, covered in pearly ivory twining along with silver vibranium shoulder armor; a dark violet bodysuit with the same silver vibranium covering your wrists and knees; finally, boots of the same sealskin leather enchanted by your brother to allow to walk on water no matter what storm plagues the surface waters. But what caught Ikaris’ eye and brought him the most pleasure was the gold chained lapis lazuli pendent he gifted to you in celebration of banishing your father to a distant dimension, as well as the first time you told him you loved him.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Ikaris couldn’t help up but to take your bait while wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. The dark blue chiton perfectly draped your glorious figure felt heavenly under Ikaris’ calloused hands. He could have stayed in this position here until the rapture, and not regret a single moment passing. “After all, who are you but not the personification of the seas and oceans themselves? My lovely Y/N, daughter of Hydron and the Great Protector of Ta-Lo, Younger Sister of Malik the Unmoving and Mystic Arts Master Shen, Warrior Champion of the Deep, Wielder of the coveted Sea’s Fury…” Ikaris could go on and on, spouting out all the titles that you absolutely HATED whenever you heard them in passing from both surface- or ocean-dweller, but he needed to stop to snort at the pained grimace marring your beautiful face.

“Ok, ok, ok, stop, stop, STOP!” You shove your hand to his face in attempt to make him stop, but all that did was turn his snigger to laughter, making you laugh in turn. “A bagillion years will pass and we’ll grow roots and wrinkles and face the end of the WORLD before you finish saying all those damned titles!” You even make a pitiful attempt of removing yourself from his grasp, despite fully knowing he would rather be slowly quartered before letting you out of his sight. In response, Ikaris just held you tighter, letting you know that you weren’t going anywhere.

“You do know that the word ‘bagillion’ isn’t an actual number, right? Or even a real word for that matter?” Ikaris couldn’t help but point out your incorrect vocabulary, well aware of the fact that you fully intended him to point that out so that you could tease him back. You dramatically rolled your eyes at him, putting on the production of suffering from his words by letting out a long guttural groan as you fell backwards while still remaining in his arm-locked embrace.

“UGHHHHHH, do you really find it so NECESSARY to be an insufferable know-it-all?” You pulled yourself up to glare at his mirthful smirk and stormy eyes; your heart leapt in joy knowing that you were the reason for such sparse playfulness to be displayed. You continued to toy with your beloved as you pursed your lips into a pouting smirk along with furrowed eyebrows.  “It’s a wonder at all why anyone would find you attractive enough to fuck you”

“Really?” Ikaris decided to go against his better judgement and continued to humor you with your little game, “So that must mean that the woman before me is either a creature with a magnanimously generous soul, or that she’s just incredibly desperate for a cock because she annoyed off any other suitor.” He unsuccessfully bit back a snigger behind his smug smile at the sight of your eyes widening and mouth dropping in aghast, clearly very proud of himself for rendering you adorably speechless.

“You brat!” You eventually shrieked out while pushing him to the water, the splash drowning out his laughter before you pounced on him and playfully pounded your fists to his chest. The water immediately soaking your dress as you exclaimed, “You will play for your treacherous words you bastard!” You barely finished your sentence before your enduring lover flipped the two of you over, and he trapped your wrists under his hands and your hips within his knees. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sight above you, the rising sun’s rays danced on his features, and his soaked suit clung to his sublime muscular frame even more than normal. You thanked every god you learned as a child, even your Ikaris’ revered Arishem, for granting you this sight. To be allowed to witness such otherworldly beauty; to trace his frame with your hands, lips, and tongue; to be given the chance in meeting an outwardly apathetic god, only to find the endlessly loyal man whose heart and soul were entrusted to you of all people. No jewel or power was worth more than that.

“And you will pay for your vulgarity,” Ikaris bent down and whispered to your ear, taking in immense pleasure at the shiver that trickled down your spine in hearing his husky and gruff tone. He pulled away before quickly placing his lips upon yours, drinking in the sounds of every whimper and moan that escaped your throat, taking in the taste of your lips into the depths of his mind, and feeling the softness of your lips that moved against his own. He wanted to make sure that every part of you would be forever etched into his memory. Because for all of Ikaris that you praised every power in knowing, Ikaris praised Arishem for all that in just witnessing the miracle that was you. To Ikaris, you were everything. You were more than the oceans you protected and loved, more than the lands you walked across to join him in battle, more than the very skies that Ikaris considered to be his second home his first true home being you. From the moment he met you, your presence plagued him, both body and soul. You had ruined him for the rest of his immortal life, and he couldn’t be more grateful. Because now he knew why his Celestial Creator placed him on Earth, it wasn’t so that he could protect the humans and eradicate the hideous Deviants that plagued this planet. It was so that he could witness true, absolute, unconditional beauty. He was created by Arishem to meet you.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes soon turned to hours, and before long the sun had long set, and stars littered across the sky with the moon’s illustrious sheen silhouetted the immortal lovers’ naked forms. Both of their clothes and amor long gone, either willed away by conscious thought or torn away by impatient hands. Hours of glorious love-making, a dance so wonderful and marvelous that it could only be done between that of twin flames could not resist the ever-turbulent demand of their bodies becoming one. An act so intimate, that it could only be done by that of a love that only the stars and planets within the heavens could bear to witness such ardent and true love, for such intense beauty in its rarity was not meant to be seen by mortal eyes. Even when night claimed the dessert, the blistering heat turned into a numbing chill, and human families retreated to their homes while animals began to prowl, the immortal couple remained in their hidden lagoon. You didn’t bother to change the temperature as your lover’s warm embrace deterred any cold attempting to reach you and him.

“Ikaris, can you promise me something?” Your voice soft and timid, completely opposite from your usual teasing and mirthful tone. Ikaris immediately looked at you in concern, worried that he had been too rough on you in his ardor. Relieved that you bore no marks indicating harm (besides the ones from his teeth), he gazed into your eyes, your dazzling (e/c) eyes, and replied.

“Anything my love,” he answered sincerely, “ask for anything and I will do anything in my power to grant it to you.”

“Promise me that this is forever,” you told him, “Promise me that whatever happens, our love will remain and that you will remember it.” You stared at him with a gaze so full of love and desperation that it both filled Ikaris with so much love and shocked him to his core. “Even if we are apart, and if you find someone else, you remember our love so that it would remain true. Promise me this, and I swear that I will promise the same” With you still in his arms, he sat up and positioned you so that you would sit on his lap while cradling your face in his hands.

“My darling, what brought this on?” He asked, “Why of all things, do you fear that our love would not remain true?” He looked at you as if you had gone mad, for what other reason could it possibly be? A love like the one he shared with you was that of no other. For him, it was you, it could only be you. After all, it was you who mercilessly tore open his walls, who brought him to a world of constant joy and laughter, who showed him that there was more to life than strength and duty. That he was a being that could allow love in his heart and life, and in doing so, allowed him to see the beauty in this perfectly imperfect world.

“This world is changing so fast,” your voice sounding like it was thousands of miles away from him, “and with it, so will my family, including me. I still have a duty, an obligation to protect my brother’s empire and its inhabitants.” Your eyes fill with tears and you turn away before revealing your true fear, “I’m afraid that my duty will take me away from you, that you and I will be apart, and if I do come back, time will change you and I so much that the love between us will mean nothing but past memories of a lifetime that no longer exists.” Tears run down your cheeks as your voice chokes out your final word before you turned away from your lover and hugged your knees to appear as small and invisible as possible. You hated crying, to be vulnerable, even more than your paramour. You never cried in front of others, not even when you were bitten by a poisonous basilisk in your left calf and you had to be held down by ten men for the healer to remove the massive portion of corroded tissue unanesthetized. A little side effect from your father’s teachings.

Your father always took it upon himself to teach you and your brothers the importance of power, reveling in knowing that he held your life in the palm of his hand. And as much as you hated him, despised him, wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes from your hand; every strike, every tear, every bruise, every single cruel act by his hand made you who you are. You were argumentative, a bit chaotic, sometimes even downright cruel with your sarcasm; but you were also fiercely protective and loyal to those you loved, remarkably astute, and had an indomitable will that could never break. You took the tears and pain of a child that sought refuge in the sea caves from Hydron’s temper, and used them to fuel a survivor who excelled in both combat and the water arts. Under your father, you were a puppet; by your brother, you were an equal. But to cry in front of your lover, who you had exposed your deepest insecurities and fears as he had done for you, still proved to be one of the greatest challenges you faced. You could not bear it if the man you loved saw you as weak, for he was someone who coveted strength and loyalty just as much as you, it was what drew you two together after years of constant bickering and almost childish rivalry.

“Y/N look at me,” Ikaris’ voice was hard and firm, once again taking on his self-assigned role of leadership. His posture was straight and mouthline became uncompromising. But his eyes, despite seeming so impassive and vacant, spoke of a thousand truths too important for any spoken language, human or aquatic. You took in a deep breath, in attempt to remain the pillar of strength you had been raised to be, trained to be, broken and molded a thousand times over to the warrior you were today. Only for it to be completely shattered by the one person you had thought to be completely incapable of stating the words he spoke next, “My love for you was not instantaneous, but built over time. And it was not built over me loving everything about you, a love like that is insignificant, infantile compared to the love I have for you. No, our love is unconditional because it is one of acceptance, between that of flaws and strengths. It isn’t to say I will unconditionally accept all of your bad behavior, nor would you of me; but what makes our love so strong, so everlasting is because of the fact we have seen the very worst of each other. Our love, actual love, unconditional and true love, does not require one of us to remain as we are for the other to be happy.”

The sobs that shook your body were not ones of sadness, but that of joy. Pure, unadulterated joy and complete relief filled our body as Ikaris once again wrapped his arms around your frame, kissing the top of your hair, and continued to whisper words of reassurance.

“After all my love, if it is evidence you need to prove such a truth, look no further but me. You changed me Y/N, into a completely different man. I never knew how freeing it would be to love someone, and be loved in return. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you Y/N. I’m grateful for the life I have with you, and whatever may come, we will get through it. I know we will. I promise. If nothing else, I promise you this my love.” With that being his final word, Ikaris tangled his love’s luscious (h/c) locks with one of his hands, the other grasping her perfect ass. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, dragging your nails across his back like you done dozens of times before, and encased his hips with your soft, silky thighs.

“Ikaris,” you gasped as you tilted your head back as he trailed his lips across your jaw, and continued down your neck, until he decided pay his amorous ministrations to your perfect cleavage and lovely breasts. He drank in every one of your whispers, “Ikaris, Ikaris, Ikaris…”

LONDON 2020 – THE BRITISH MUSEUM

“-ris…Ikaris…IKARIS!” And just like that, Ikaris was taken out of his trance, and was cruelly brought back onto his life. Or at least his current one, the one where he was named Dr. Isaac Harris, historian of the National Museum of Scotland, and guest lecturer at the Natural Museum of History in London. The same one his fellow Eternal and one of his best friends, Sersei, worked at as a history professor. The same reality where you had disappeared for the past 600 years, Arishem knows where in this realm or the next. A reality of 600 years of emptiness and droll living without you by his side. He turned his head and realized he had unintentionally been ignoring his long-term friend and fellow Eternal, Sprite. And judging by her irked expression, he had been unintentionally ignoring her for a while. “Oh wow, it only took you like ten minutes to snap you out this time. At least your mouth isn’t open with drool dripping out this time.” And with that, she was back to typical Sprite self, teasing and taunting and good-natured ribbing being in her blood. It wasn’t really like her to hold on to grudges…well, at least not for too long.

“Sorry,” Ikaris quickly apologized to make sure that he wouldn’t forget to do so later, “I was just thinking about something.” He returned to staring at the portrait in front of him, one of Olivier de Clisson. He decided to come to London a week earlier than scheduled, and Sprite took it upon herself to demand they both go exploring the city.

“Really,” Sprite inched closer to him as she looked at the portrait, “I don’t get it, what’s so special about this one?” She was annoyed that Ikaris decided to spend their time together at another museum, because somehow this one was so different from the one, Sersei worked at already, the one he would work at next week. “Anything important about the print besides how ‘ancient’ it is?” She used quotation marks when saying the word “ancient” mockingly, as nothing in this entire building as truly ancient as them.

“No, not really,” replied Ikaris with a small half-smile and light chuckle, “Just going down memory lane is all.” This caught on Sprite’s attention very quickly.

“We didn’t stay in France in the 1400s,” she stated as she looked at Ikaris with narrowed eyes and a suspicious glare, “or anywhere near Europe for that matter.”

“No, but you did,” thought Ikaris, as he fondly remembered the time you spoke about Jeanne de Clisson, a French former Noblewoman you befriended as you travelled along the English Channel. You two bonded over the European patriarchal lunacy while also trading tales of adventures and secret facts of your personal lives. You especially loved her recounting the love story between that of her and the love of her life. The very man who’s printed visage Ikaris stood before, as if trying to transport himself to that very moment Lady Clisson’s husband sat for his portrait. What was the weather like at the time? Was he sitting or standing? Based on the posture, most likely sitting. Was Lady Jeanne de Clisson in the same room with him, or did she wait outside the room? Were you with her during the time the portrait was made?

“Where the hell is Sersei?” Ikaris looked at his watch to quickly change the subject before Sprite could catch on, she was never really a fan of the relationship you and him shared. “I’m starving, and she said that this place needed reservations to get a table.”

“Sersei’s always late,” Sprite matter-of-factly stated, “meeting, late; presentation, late; date, late. Are you seriously surprised after 7000 years of knowing her?” And just like magic, in came the very Eternal they had been talking about, power-walking through the gallery as to not break the golden museum rule of ‘No Running in the Hallways.’

“I know, I know, I’m late, I’m sorry,” were the first words that came out of their green coated Eternal, “I was just talking about an important discussion with one of the fellow historians, and we were talking about how tomorrow-”.

“Just say you were making out with Dane so we can leave and go eat already.” Sprite interrupted her exasperated before taking both Ikaris’ and Sersei’s hands and marching out of the museum and hailing a cab. “If I had to spend one more minute staring at Olivier de Clisson, I might go crazy.” This caught Sersei’s attention as she remembered that none of the Eternals stayed in Europe during the 14th century.

“Since when have you been interested in 14th century France?” She curiously asked her good friend and former second-in-command of the disbanded Eternals. After all, if she recalled correctly, they were in South America at the time.

“What’s this about tomorrow that made you so late when you were supposed to meet with us over half an hour ago?” Ikaris briskly quipped while staring out the cab’s window, not wanting to revisit the subject. “Because I’m pretty sure professors are supposed to be known for their punctuality, even if their lectures can bore their students to sleep.”

“Hey! I will have you know that my students LOVE my presentations!” Sersei rebutted very quickly, as she was used to be ribbed on for her inability to ever show up on time, but she would never allow any comment about her class being BORING to pass. “And I already apologized for being late! Right, Sprite?”

“Honestly, I’m too used to it to listen to them at this point.” Sprite bantered back, “I still think it would you should find better excuses considering the hickey on your neck.”

“WHAT?” Sersei immediately took out her phone to open up the camera app to see if said “hickey” was really that visible, “ugh, I told Dane to be careful and not to…I don’t have a hickey.”

“No, but you did just admit that you were late because you were making out with Whitman.” Ikaris couldn’t help but join in as he could see how flustered his usually calm and collected friend was getting, when in the dark cab. “Honestly, you make it too easy.” It was unusual for him to be playful, as it often clashed with the image that he set for himself since they first woke on the Domo, but he found it fairly easy to do so with his girls especially you.

“I hate both of you,” Sersei grounded out as she pouted her lips while sinking into her seat, “do you both realize that?”

“Yeah, yeah, we love you too. Hey, I think we’re here!” Sprite exclaimed as she saw the bright yellow door that was underneath a blue tarp with the words ‘Share the Flavors of the Levant’ printed on it. They quickly paid the cab fare before entering the restaurant. Luckily, there wasn’t that many people as it was still pretty early, so there wasn’t an ungodly wait time for a table for three. As they sat down and ordered a variety of plates to share around, Sersei decided to continue her news about the ‘special guest’ coming in tomorrow.

“I swear, it’s incredible, I think the writing on it might be an earlier form on cuneiform, but I just can’t get it right! And the family interested claims that it might be relic from one of their ancestors. Normally the museum wouldn’t even think about letting them near it, but this family funded so many institutions around the world, so the board is hoping for a future donation! They’re even sending one of their own private historians! Also, they personally requested that I be the one to show them it!” Ikaris had never seen Sersei this excited over a guest historian, besides him, but that’s more because she had grown worried that he was too busy moping in his flat back in Edinburgh for a social life.

“What exactly is so special about the artifact they’re interested in? If it’s an earlier form of cuneiform, there’s no way they can actually claim it to be a family relic. And how much do you know about this historian bloke?” Ikaris was getting more suspicious of this character the more he heard Sersei speak about them, for them to personally request her seemed excessive. If anything, it sounded like they just wanted to flirt with a pretty girl who happened to work at a museum, and likely thought they knew more than her.

“Not much, only that this ‘guy’ is actually a woman, and young, really young. Dane hasn’t even seen her, only talked with her over the phone a couple of times. But he said that she sounded to be around her mid to late 20s.”

“Okay…but that doesn’t really explain why they wanted her to study this particular artifact in person. But the sound of it, the family could have just sent someone to deliver it to them so she could study it.” Even Sprite was growing more skeptical of this ‘mysterious guest historian.’ “Maybe Ikaris should be there with you for this.”

“I promise you that it’ll be fine.” Sersei quickly reassured her friends, more than familiar with their overprotective tendencies. “But the sound it, she shows huge promise as an historian, especially one that specializes in oceanography and nautical folklore. They’re hoping in that by sending her here, she gains some personal and professional experience if she chooses to work in a museum later on. Also, the writing on the tablet is unusual, I’ve never seen anything like it. But by the looks it, it carries markings and designs that indicated being related to sea mythology. And although it looks primitive, the organization and penmanship show an immensely superior and advanced intelligence for that time period. And since the site is still being excavated, the family wants someone to personally study over it.”

“Oceanography…nautical folklore,” these two subjects caught Ikaris’ attention and interest immediately as he repeated them in his mind for a little bit. He went silent for a little bit, but certainly long enough to catch Sprite’s attention, and her ire.

“You know she’s gone right?” The forever youthful Eternal spit out in a poor attempt to mask her envy, “It’s been 600 years Ikaris. When are finally going to move one already?” It killed Sprite to see her longtime friend and unrequited love remain so heartbroken after all this time, but not more than it irritated her that he never even so much as looked at another woman since that sea bitch left. “She wasn’t worth it then, and she isn’t worth it now. Just forget about her!”

“Sprite!” Sersei whisper-shouted at her friend while quickly glancing behind her to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, “Sprite, you know that isn’t fair.” She turned to the man being questioned interrogated and almost sank into her seat seeing the fury and wrath in his stormy blue eyes. She understood where Sprite was coming from, but unlike her, Sersei understood that Ikaris was someone who needed time. It was hard to move on from love, especially a love as powerful as the one he and you shared all those years ago.

“Oh, spare me Sersei,” the fiery-haired illusionist uttered in contempt, “you know just as well as I do that this isn’t healthy. He’s just holding on to a person that doesn’t exist anymore!” If Sprite saw Ikaris’ angular jaw tightening in anger and noticed that his clenched knuckles were growing paler, she made no indication of it. “He’s still here, we’re still here! Seriously Ikaris, how long are you going to pretend that she didn’t just abandon you-”. She couldn’t finish her sentence as Ikaris stood up from his seat, and stared down at his teammate with so much fury she almost regretted her words, ‘almost’ being the key word.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” his voice tight and gruff as he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. “What the hell do you think you have any right to speak of her?” Ikaris’ entire frame was trembling in anger, his fists clenched at his sides as if he could barely contain himself from bringing this entire block to the ground. “What do you know about her? You always hated her; you couldn’t see past your own inadequacies to see what a truly incredible woman she is. She brought the best in me, she made me a better man because she searched for one, because she demanded one, because she deserved one.” He turned to Sersei to give a quick nod for goodbye before staring back at Sprite to lay down his final strike, “You’re a child, always have been, and always will be. I could never envy you Sprite. Because for all of your impressive creations, a life without love isn’t a life lived at all.” And with that being his final word, he immediately left the establishment and walked to a secluded alley before taking off in the sky. His apartment was only a couple of stops in the metro, but being underground made his skin crawl, especially after a row like that.

He flew across the London sky for about an hour before he landed on his balcony. Most would criticize Ikaris for keeping his balcony door unlocked, but considering that he lived in one of the top floor penthouses that had a perfect view of the Thames River, it was safe to say that the area was more than safe. It technically wasn’t even his apartment, as the lease was signed under Kingo’s name as a favor. It was the same for his flat in Edinburgh, the townhouse in San Francisco in 1965, even the land property for the estate in Cape Town in 1858. Kingo was more than happy to do so, he found the search for the “perfect property” to be payment enough, provided that Ikaris faithfully watch all of his filmography. Ikaris would rather get his mind read by Druig than to admit how he sometimes envied how easily humanity came to his former teammates, especially Kingo and Sersei, to anyone other than Ajak or you.

No matter the time or place, these two had always flourished with humans, especially since humans adored them. They were always flocked by mortals; Kingo with his larger-than-life personality and flair for grandeur, and Sersei with her golden heart and constant kindness. It was exactly the opposite for Ikaris, who preferred to keep to himself and only cared for humanity enough to complete his mission in the destruction of Deviants. He never felt the need to connect with them, seeing them as a weaker species with a finite time of living. So why bother with the effort and heartache? Who would he connect with more than his team? Who would understand him better than the people he fought beside in battle? To which, Arishem had answered his unknown prayers by sending him the horrific menace disguised in the form of an ethereal water goddess that was you. Y/N, his equal in battle and wit, the love of his immortal life, his twin flame. You were the source of his constant torment and anguish, and yet remained to be his only form of relief and clarity.

“Y/N,” thought Ikaris, as he closed his eyes while lying on his bed, “when will you return to me?” He remembered everything of you. From the first time you torpedoed him with the ocean in anger, to first time you and Druig bonded over his insufferable stoicism and humorless personality, to the first time you held his hand in silence comfort when he silently blamed himself for every life lost, to every single moment you gazed into his eyes with yours in open defiance, to every hidden kiss and touch shared between the two of you. Feeling his cock harden at your smile, he groaned before quickly standing to remove his current attire and hop into the shower. He mentally recalled his spending this month as he would likely run the water bill up the wall, considering how he would need a long, cold shower tonight.

Maybe going with Sersei tomorrow wasn’t a bad idea, at the very least it might take his mind off you. Except that it won’t, nothing ever does.

ENGLAND 2020 – BOARDWALK PLACE

A figure stood alone in her apartment, clad only in a loose white Henley and blue checkered cotton shorts. Her damp hair styled in a messy bun to avoid sleeping in a wet shirt, and the heat that surrounded her was quickly snuffed out as she stepped out onto her balcony. Her skin bristled at the breeze, but the “young” woman welcomed the chill that came as the night crept in from day. The ceramic tea bowl she picked up from her travels in late Meiji Era Japan was her favorite. Its careful craftsmanship could not differ more from the era’s rise of trademark Western influence by remaining faithful to the Edo Period artistry. This particular tea bowl had small cracks as a result of the firing, only adding to its charm, along with delicate brushstrokes of a heron standing among the reeds. While she was grateful to witness the rapid modernization of Japan under the Meiji Emperor, the gauche colors and opulence made her eyes hurt. She wished to come up to the surface earlier to take in the artistry of the Edo Period that was lost forever. The stark differences in the use of techniques and colorings from either time periods were mind-boggling. Looking at the bowl’s painted delicacy made the tea inside it almost bearable, but at least holding it with both hands chased away any chills.

Taking a deep breath of the city air before grimacing and coughing. No matter how much fondness or even admiration she grew for humans and their progress in art, literature, science, and almost anything mostly food, she couldn’t NOT just SEETHE in outrage by how they managed to contaminate her home to such an ungodly extent. Lady Zephyr would weep if she could witness how her precious breezes became sour since the famous smog that came and stayed from the factories in the Industrial Revolution. Lord Magnum would have riddled every metropolitan area with sink holes if he knew how his precious terrain became so sickly from poisoning in increasing use of chemical warfare. Hydron and Hellfire…fuck those egomaniacal cunts, she’d dance on their outer-dimensional graves if she knew how. A soft buzzing broke her out of her silent ramblings as she set her mug on the little sun table to see who would be calling her so late. She smiled in reading the contact’s name on her phone, ‘Bitch <3.’

“Hello?” She answered in a comic tone, “I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid I must have given out the wrong number to someone else.” She didn’t bother to hold back the chuckle that escaped her throat as she continued on coyly, “After all, I know better than expect a certain someone to know how to send a text, let alone call. He’s awfully old, practically senile in fact.” Her mood brightened in hearing the mechanical laugh that travelled all the way from the Amazonian Rainforest.

“Well, shit,” drawled a masculine voice with his trademark Irish lilt, “you miss a couple of texts while selflessly protecting a group of humans from the world and themselves, and then you just get marked ‘senile.’ That hardly seems fair, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.”

Your mirthful (e/c) eyes flashed an array of blues and purples in delight, a rare emotion to feel since you came to the surface dimension almost two hundred years ago. You would have lost any semblance of sanity if it were for your “eternal” companion, Druig. You had yet to meet a more loyal and truer friend than the man who was an entire ocean apart from you. If Ikaris was the love of your life, then Druig was your soulmate. The two men could not be more different, whether it be about their philosophies regarding humanity, their battle strategies, or even just their general personalities. However, if it was one thing they could agree on, it was that you were someone too precious in their lives to lose, so they tried their best to cease fire in your presence.

“Oh, my darling Druig,” you playfully groaned out, “is anything in this world we live in truly fair?”

“Of course not my dear,” he needled back, “if life were fair, a certain fair water nymph would have called me back the moment her flight landed. But alas, she left me high and dry, and I was forced to be the first to contact despite her being the one to force this cellular device on me in the first place. And in doing so, breaking the no technology rule in my secluded paradise. Oh, woe is a man to which no woman loved him.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, shaking your head in exasperation.

“Well, you should be pleased to know that I have arrived safely, and while I would hate to cut this call short, I should get ready for bed.” All humor left your eyes, and your voice became flat and tight in stating your next words, “After all, tomorrow’s a big day for me.”

“You sure you can do this?” Druig whispered out, his tone switched from teasing to comforting. He knew how important tomorrow was for you, how long you had been waiting for this moment, how you sacrificed so much for this single piece of history that may not even be real. “You could always send someone else, and no one would know the difference.”

“No,” you shook your head as you paced across your balcony, taking in the mundanity of walking civilians rushing home to their homes, families, and friends’ spouses. “I need to see it myself, if someone else does it, they won’t know where to begin in deciphering it.” You wish you could stop your free hand from shaking, but your nerves were getting to you. “I’m the only one who can at this point, everyone is missing or blipped or…”. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath to calm the tremors in your voice, “Druig, I need to do this. If for no one else, I owe it to myself to confirm its authenticity.”

“…Aren’t you scared?”

“I’ve had more than my fair share of wild goose chases before love, you don’t need to worry about me.” The streetlamp around the corner suddenly became very interesting, if you squint your eyes enough, you could see how the water from the dock reflected its rays.

“No about the tablet,” he paused to carefully think of his next words, “about seeing him.”

You felt your heart stop for a moment, and you release a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in.

“Ikaris,” you whispered as tears were starting to cloud your vision. His name haunted you for centuries, the very memory of his voice caused your heart to ache. You wanted to scorn Malik for dragging you with him all those years ago, but you couldn’t even bear to remember your sweet brother without breaking down in agonizing grief. But no matter how much you wanted to see your lover, even for just a second, you couldn’t. You weren’t ready yet. “He doesn’t start until next week, that’s more than enough time for me to confirm if the tablet is real or fake. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll still see Sersei,” Druig pointed out, “and you know she’ll tell him the minute she sees you.”

“I’ll just have to tell the truth then. A very, very, very vague truth.” You paused in remembering Sersei in fondness, she was like the older sister to you. She was always kind and warm and so understanding, a true godsend for a girl who lived with two obnoxiously overpowered and overprotective brothers. You always knew that she was far out of Shen’s league. “She’ll understand, I know it. I’ll send her your love.”

“Ugh, don’t bother. She’ll know it’s fake.” That brought a rather unattractive snort from you. Leave it to Druig to make you laugh in your most sobering conversations. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful, I love you.”

“I will, I promise. I love you too, sleep well.” You quickly ended the call as you looked at the dock near your flat. The London nightline perfectly reflected on top, presenting a truly enchanting façade to cover the horrific damage done to the Thames. You shuddered in thinking about what monstrosities were thrown in and sank to the bottom. You reached your neckline to grasp the only physical memory of your lover, a lapis lazuli pendent hung from a delicate gold chain, before reaching down your wrist to trace a bracelet with an aquamarine charm that was surrounded by small beads of red jasper with white streaks.

Realizing you had yet to drink your tea, you were relieved in feeling that it was still warm. You took a deep breath before chugging the entire mug in one go. You learned the hard way that taking individual sips only made the experience far more unpleasant. You gagged in disgust as you whispered out the words you had spoken every night since you returned to this dimension, “Liv vji nuup jiem zuas tuam, miv vji tie cepotj zuas xuit… Liv vji nuup jiem zuas tuam, miv vji tie cepotj zuas xuit… Liv vji nuup jiem zuas tuam, miv vji tie cepotj zuas xuit.” Using the breathing exercises Shen taught you as a child, all the primordial energy lost from today reentered your body. Taking one last look at the moon before you slept for the energy to continue building up, you stated the same words every night for 600 years.

“Good night my love,” you whispered softly “I hope to see you soon.” The mocking moon and gentle breeze being the sole witnesses. You stepped out of your balcony and quickly rinsed your mug before entering your bedroom. Taking out your hairclip and releasing all the tension in your scalp as you evaporated any remaining water in your hair before switching off the lights and headed to your bed, and sank under the covers. As your head hit your pillow, fatigue from your travels slammed into you like an iron war hammer. When you closed your eyes, you began to drift away to welcome any dreams that brought you to him.

Translations:

“Liv vji nuup jiem zuas tuam, miv vji tie cepotj zuas xuit" (x3) - Let the moon heal your soul, let the sea banish your woes (x3)

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