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"I have a surprise for you." - 101 Other Ways to Say 'I Love You

(Druig/Makkari - Eternals)

Those were words Druig had never expected to receive from Makkari. She told him nothing more beyond the grin she wore despite his sweet attempts of coaxing an answer out of her. He would ask the same question in the most creative manners possible but ultimately, his question was simply 'What is it?' She had seen it all before and being perfectly immune, she ignored his pestering without an ounce of trouble. It was easy to swoon him with a smile and she knew all too well that he would never force her to anything. In addition to that, she knew that he would never use his abilities on her.

Druig's dramatic fiasco hardly lasted an hour as Makkari was kind enough to cut the wait short for the sake of his patience, or lack of it. Tugged by the arm, he followed her eagerly through the corridors of the Domo to one of many identical rooms. Makkari seemed excited to show him this 'surprise' but what was most touching was the fact that this surprise was specifically for him. Who knew such a simple gesture could make him feel so elated? Whatever it was she had in store for him, he would treasure it so dearly. As dearly as he cared for his beautiful Makkari.

Upon arrival, Makkari left his side to retrieve what she had come for and with her abilities, it did not take long. In seconds, she was by his side again with a wooden box in hand. It was a plain one made with polished oak and the silver clasps that held it together was far from grand. It did not take a genius to identify the dollar-store box but something about it felt endearing. He much preferred anything that had nothing to do with the history that Makkari collected within the Domo. Had it been a box that housed the grandest of jades from China, he doubted it would be anywhere nearly as special as this box from Target, as indicated by the price tag that had been left at the bottom. Despite it's appearance, Makkari did attempt her best at decorating it nicely to make it presentable and it was done by slapping a clumsily made bow in a corner with his name written on a card.He could not hide the chuckle that bubbled in his chest as he examined the box, taking in every little detail of it. With the box held out to him, Druig accepted it gratefully. Just as he was about to give it a light shake, as one would do upon receiving a gift, Makkari slapped his wrist and gave him a light scowl.

"Must you do that?" she signed, a brow raised at him questioningly.

"It's an instinct," Druig explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but his tone was light-hearted. "I figured it would be a good clue for my guess."

Makkari tutted and rolled her eyes playfully. "You can just open it and see what's inside."

"Thank you for your advice," Druig sighed, signing the 'thank you' with a small smirk.

Without a moment to waste, Druig flicked the clasp open and opened the lid of the box. Inside was a red velvet cloth draped over what he assumed were the actual contents. There was nothing quite like a dramatic flair in a simple box. Pinching the cloth, he removed it to reveal the surprise and he swore his heart leapt into his throat. He released a breath he did not realize he was holding and a fond smile stretched upon his lips. The whirl of feelings that overcame him were a lot to take in. The first thing he felt was relief for not shaking the box and the very second was euphoria.

He picked it up delicately, a beautifully made ring that gleamed against dark red, and took just a moment to study it before slipping it on. It was made entirely out of white gold, topped with a red crystal that matched the color of Makkari's red armor. It fitted perfectly. He turned to look at Makkari who was beaming with pride and she held up her hand to show off her identical one. It was the very same but the only difference hers bore was the crystal. Instead of red, it was black. Druig did not have to ask to know of its symbolism.

"Surprise~"

He was stumbling over his words like a fool already but his demeanor stayed strong, balancing dangerously on stilts. "Where did you get these?" He asked, jaw slackened slightly in awe.

"I had Phastos make it. I got the materials myself and I wrote out a plan for it," Makkari answered, her smile only growing.

"Does it do anything?"

"Absolutely. It connects us both to each other."

Moving closer to Druig, she cupped her hands around the the crystal of the ring and beckoned him to take a small peek into the dark. Through the gap between her fingers, Druig could see a string of light pointing from his crystal to Makkari's ring. When she pressed her knuckle to his, the lines of light met in the middle, emitting a brighter glow than it did before. Druig tried to move his hand to divert the direction of the light but it seemed to find its way back to meet Makkari's. It was terribly fascinating.

"If we lose each other, we'll always find our ways back," Makkari added with a gentle smile. "We won't have to wait 7000 years to meet again."

"This is..." Druig was at a loss for words. "It's wonderful, Makkari. It's beautiful and fantastic. It was also very thoughtful of to think of this. Thank you..."

Satisfied, Makkari drew him into a hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His mood was only improving from there and he could not resist embracing her tightly. He murmured another 'thank you' into her shoulder. Another 7000 years without Makkari? He could not bear to think of it. People often said that immortality gave time little value but with the lifestyle he had come to adapt to, every second mattered and each one bore meaning whenever he was around her. He was grateful to have the blessing of having all the time in the universe to be with the one he so cared for and loved. There was nothing more he could ever ask for.As they pulled away, Makkari did the honors and slipped the ring onto Druig's index finger that matched her own. He took a moment to admire the work, wriggling his fingers in the light to glorify his newest addition while Makkari watched on with glee. He would never take it off, unless circumstances called for its removal for safekeeping.

They would never have to suffer in the absence of each other anymore.

A direction that pointed them towards each other was a good reminder that they would always have someone. Should they every be apart, it was just a matter of following the path and until their ends met.

#eternals #eternals drabble #nat.writes #makkari #druig #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #drukkari #<3 <3

Sentence started based off your profile for writing: “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell.” :)

[Mehehehe, had to take my chance & write a Daryl/Connie thing. Don't know where this'll fit canonically but let me write fluff, please]

Prompt: 'If you don't tell, I won't tell.'

The dead of night was when the prying eyes would turn themselves away to look beyond the walls, keeping watch of the Walkers or the Whisperers that would roam about nearby. The slightest distraction could cause a breach or an ambush, so those who patrolled had no such luxury of indulging in the secrets that floated about in the dark. Many took advantage of the time for it was always the perfect time to go about one’s activities unnoticed. That was exactly what Daryl Dixon enjoyed the most about his day.

#the walking dead #twd #amc the walking dead #the walking dead drabble #the walking dead fic #connie twd #twd connie #daryl dixon #daryl twd #twd daryl #connie x daryl #daryl x connie #daryl x connie twd #connie x daryl twd #nat.writes #norman reedus #lauren ridloff #thank you for this anon 😌

iii. Hushed conversation in-between kisses

An autumn drizzle poured onto the Akhrosimova house from the dimmed grey skies above the construct. Not an ounce of blue skies could be seen behind the blanket of clouds that crowded above but there was some sunlight poking through the thinner layers of clouds. It was a brightness not suited for reading without a light on in one’s room but it was enough to reveal a person’s features should find themselves seated by a window to watch the shower. The occasional rickety sounds of a carriage passing by the estate would interrupt the peace of the place but as soon as it was gone, the silence came down heavy, save for the pattering of the rain.

#the great comet #natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812 #the great comet of 1812 #natasha pierre and the great comet #marlene #maryalene #marya dmitryevna akhrosimova #marya dmitrievna #helene kuragin #helene kuragina #marya x helene #nat.writes

ii. Possessive hand-holding (MARLENE)

The night stretched at the carnival and the ladies eventually found themselves having more fun as they immersed themselves in the atmosphere. The noises that had once irritated them settled into a subtle hum in the background and the blinding lights dimmed to a much lovelier glow, drowned out by their combined joy and enthusiasm. Much to anyone’s surprise, the corndogs became more bearable to Marya, and so did the other variety of unhealthy snacks that were sold at the stores with food coloring enough to paint an entire house. The clouds that littered the sky made it seem as though it had expanded the little box of a carnival that had previously blocked the sky with its menacing bright lights. It became breathable and more spacious!

#the great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812 #the great comet of 1812 #marya dmitrievna #marya dmitryevna akhrosimova #helene kuragina #marlene #maryalene #nat.writes #marya x helene

Here’s a (pretty basic) AU: Eurydice, Orpheus, Hades and Persephone all switch roles (in whatever order u want) what would the show be like???

Oooh, I love these sort of AUs. I’ll probably switch it up the mortals’ roles with the God’s but make it: - Persephone takes on Eurydice’s role - Hades with Orpheus’s - Orpheus with Persephone’s - Eurydice with Hades’s

i. With Eurydice being the Queen of the Underworld, she also partially reigns the world up above with Orpheus by his side as the God of Spring. As her marriage with Orpheus crumbles apart, so does the world. The weather isn’t the way it was before and all that, and also music is forbidden, stripping Orpheus of his purpose as a bard in the world above. His lyre was confiscated, trapped away in a vault in the depths of the Underworld. Without music, the world becomes a dulled place. No happiness or joy spread about, and spring becomes a dying season with the deprivation of music as it was the only way Orpheus brought spring back.

ii. Persephone is a pilgrim, seeking her purpose and survival from one place to another when she comes across Hermes’s bar where music still lives on in spite of the rules of the Goddess of the Underworld. Intrigued, the music draws her into a welcoming warmth and there she meets Hades. Unlike Orpheus who comes on too strong canonically, Hades is more composed and humble. It is Persephone who approaches him to ask him about his song (a song of love from long ago) and she praises him for bringing a corner of the world back into tune. From there, they become closer to each other due to their mutual love for music.

iii. Orpheus, when he visits up above for Spring, can only so little for the people. Without his lyre, the weather becomes unregulated as his most powerful tool is not there to help him discipline the mess. Most of his ability is channeled into the lyre which is how he projects it upon the langs. However, now, the most he can bring are drachmas and personally made alcohol beverages to warm people up for the winter. He does his best to provide charity work, helping people retrieve firewood and food before the winter draws near. He knows he can’t save everyone and seeing how many souls end up in the Underworld amplifies his failure to save people above.

iv. Persephone’s descent to the Underworld was caused solely by the fact that she felt useless. The Fates taunted her, saying that she was nothing but a burden to Hades who was supporting them both entirely. At first it did not bother her but when she notices just how Hades has become in the winter to take care of her, she reaches her breaking point. She signs the deal in hopes for a job that would save herself and Hades as she does not want to be dependent but makes the mistake of selling her life.

v. Hades makes it into the Underworld with the help of Hermes. As music is dead in the realm, he cannot use that to his advantage. If he were to sing even a note, the flames would dry his throat out at the command of Eurydice. He finds Persephone among the workers but she has already forgotten him so he takes these matters into his hands and confronts Eurydice directly. Had it not been for Orpheus’s sympathy and empathy, Hades would have been long gone. When asked what he has to offer in exchange for Persephone’s soul, he responds with ‘music’, which baffles Eurydice. It was a clear rule from the beginning that she wanted nothing to do with it but her curiosity got the best of her. Orpheus retrieves his lyre for Hades and with it, he sings the song of love for the gods to hear.

#this one was tricky #hadestown #hadestown the musical #hadestown bway #hadestown broadway #persephone #hades #eurydice #orpheus #nat.writes

I think someone already asked for these two, but 10 + 23 for Seph and Hades

- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? To answer that in order: DRIVES: Hades. Persephone can drive, don't get me wrong, it's just that Hades tends to feel courteous and gentlemanly. He would take this duty up any time for Persephone and take her to any place she wants to go. There's also the reason of Hades's tiny amount of distrust in Persephone's irresponsibility when it comes to driving because she gets distracted very easily. There was probably an incident that led to this. COOKS: Depends on the occasion. Hades adores waking up early to make breakfast for the both of them since he has to get up and work. But if Hades is out all day, Persephone would cook for him. If they're both at home, they'll do it together because who doesn't love some quality time? It either ends in fun chaos or wholesomeness. HANDIWORK: Hades. He does not want Persephone to risk hurting herself doing all these laborious things and he's fairly acquainted and skilled for these things. So, it's twice the efficiency and he does a perfect job. Though, he will have Persephone by his side to pass him his tools either because he needs the extra hand or he just wants her there by his side. CLEANS: Most of the time, it's Persephone. Even if Hades is insistent on doing it, she refuses and does it herself because she wants to help him around the place. He's got too much on his plate already and more chores is not the most welcoming thing to have during a break day or after a tiring day at work. BILLS: Hades, because he's the working one. Handles the public: The both of them. They're King and Queen of the Hadestown/Underworld for a reason :)

- How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort? Persephone loves hugging Hades and melting into him. Since she's smaller than he is, she would literally disappear into his arms and it's the warmest and most comforting feeling in the world. And in turn, Hades adores holding Persephone in his arms. As cheesy as it sounds, they fit each other perfectly in an embrace. Takes a very long time for them to pull away once they settle in. It's also one of the best ways to comfort each other after a bad day. Just silence and a hug until the troubled one is willing to speak.

They love exchanging small kisses to the lips and Hades, with the advantage of his height, gives Persephone daily forehead kisses. Before work, coming back from work, before sleep, waking up. Forehead kisses for all occasions. As for flirting and teasing, it's a back and forth thing. With their competitive nature, they could go on with this for a very long time but they do it privately, of course.

#hadestown #hades x persephone #persephone #hades #hadestown bway #hadestown broadway #hades hadestown #persephone and hades #persephone hadestown #greek mythology #nat.writes

steampunk au

THE GREAT COMET, HERE WE GO! (would’ve done Hadestown but it’s already steampunk-ish in a sense?)

Here is some exposition: Moscow is a massive electric city. It is run by machinery and many high ranking engineers/creators who’ve helped built this city to earn their reputation. Some of these engineer families include the Rostovs, Bezukhovs and Kuragins. However, with their statuses, these high ranking families perform less of the labor. They introduce plans which the lower class people execute, and there is always bound to be rivalry between the families when deciding whose plans are the best for the betterment of Moscow.

i. The person who runs this place is Marya D. herself, who carries the title ‘The Grand Engineer of Moscow’. It was her who brought Moscow back to a healthy state when it crumbled (almost quite literally) in the hands of her former husband. His corrupted and impulsive decision-making nearly sent everyone to their ruin until Marya stepped up and took matters into her own hands (without asking, if you will). The divorce took only a day to finalize and her ex-husband was then exiled from Moscow, never to return or set foot onto her soils again. He was a major threat and all evidence of him has been wiped out of the library records, most of them preserved in Marya’s possession.

ii. The Bolkonskys are a family who have fallen from grace, having lost their ranks due to their inactivity to contribute to Moscow’s grand schemes to grow. It is vital that the families have a say in this scheme as it is what earns them a place to share their ideas, other wise planning is open to the commoners (Marya cherishes her equality). Mary B. is a bright young girl, an aspiring engineer. But her father forbade her from ever getting involved with anything political which restricts her from sharing her own ideas. However, with the help of Sonya Rostova, it is brought to light that there is hope for the Bolkonskys after all but the hope shines solely on Mary. (Andrei isn’t here). With word from Sonya, her goddaughter, Marya personally invites Mary for a private meeting and hearing her ideas rewarded her a promotion to the current ‘Acting Head Engineer’.

iii. The Rostova cousins adore Moscow very much. They would rather visit their godmother at work rather than stay home and watch their relatives point at a drawing board for hours. With Marya, they learn more practical things than theory as Marya D. is more of a shower than a talker. With the skills they have acquired, the two of them love going around town and helping those in need of services. They would even hang up posters for their services, with the advantage of being hired with the description “goddaughters of Marya D.”. Best of all, they do it free of charge as their goal is to ensure that the wellbeing of the people sustains as the economy and city grows. It’s to help both the people and their godmother.

iv. The Kuragins are a mess. They’re so divided in their own family, it’s a wonder how they live in the same household. Of course, they would make excuses to avoid seeing one another. Hélène, being the independent one, spends most of her time in the library. She does not want to lose her own individual rank to some petty family feud so she builds her own status which Marya recognizes very well. Even the woman herself would invite Hélène to her personal library since the Kuragina has proved herself worthy of laying her hands on such precious knowledge. Anatole, on the other hand, prefers to work with Fedya Dolokhov who is a much better creator & engineer than Anatole. Dolokhov might be the only person Anatole listens and because of their little partnership, they build their ranks together, but Anatole is just a little slower than Dolokhov. Marya knows who does the most work but out of fairness, she does grant Anatole promotions for his helping hand. It’s still contribution after all.

v. What about Pierre? This man has a rank of his own nearly up to par with Marya’s which she granted him with. If Marya is ever out of town, Pierre takes the role of ‘Acting Grand Engineer’ as he is Marya’s most trusted friend. Technically, he’s her right hand man but they work together as friends rather than advisers. They work a lot better as friends as the stress of formalities and such are relieved from their shoulders, and a good laugh in the middle of a discussion never hurt. Most of Moscow was developed by the hands of the two of them, and to provide special jobs for those of a lower rank, they’ll offer a set of vacancies solely for them with special privileges. Everyone gets a turn, there’s a system. As Moscow is growing, they run by a railway system run by Balaga which stretches along the city in the wildest ways. But it is very safe, don’t worry. It runs at full speed and hardly has any accidents. The first people to ever test run it were Dolokhov and Anatole since Marya and Pierre had their doubts and would rather keep their heads. And yes, after the first test run, it was approved.

#the great comet #Natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812 #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #the great comet of 1812 #natasha rostova #pierre bezukhov #marya dmitryevna akhrosimova #marya dmitrievna #helene kuragina #anatole kuragin #fedya dolokhov #fyodor dolokhov #balaga #Sonya rostova #mary bolkonskaya #steampunk au #well this was so much of fun to write #nat.writes

iv. Public Kisses

Marya Dmitrievna was rather tall for a lady her age. A 20 year old standing tall and proud at 5 feet and 9. Many were intimidated by the cold gaze in her ice grey eyes and the way her red lips tipped into an unfriendly snarl. She was given the name 'the Terrible Dragon of Moscow'. Those who were lucky enough often earned themselves a conversation or a dance with the lady but those who were luckier were spared by her stern look. No one knew why the lady was so fearsome but they knew not to mess with her.