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Beyond

Summary - Clío and Druig going to bed together for the first time.

Warnings - THIS IS SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

Author's Note - This is part of the Melody Series. I wanted to write about Clío and Druig's first time together as a couple ;). I hope you like it

Ancient Babylonia

The door flung open, two sets of laughter were heard as feet stumbled into the dimmed room and the door closed abruptly. The sweet scent of the blossoming flowers outside the window flooded the room, candles were already lit in corners of the room and near the bed that was in the center of the room, and the soft sounds of the town below floated into the small room as the two sets of giggles and waves of laughter finally calmed down.

Clío leaned back from her hold on Druig, seeing him nearly wish to keep her close within a hand's reach as she looked around the room where they were. Her eyes twinkled at the sight, her smile etched on her face as she then walked over to the open windows to look down at the humans going into their homes for the night. The moon hung high, and the music from the feast where they came from was still heard high in the air as she looked out at the city in front of her.

For the first time in a long time, Clío did feel like a God at that moment there that night.

They were three stories up, a massive building that was built by the humans as a shrine of sorts for the Eternals, for the Gods according to the humans. They wished to make a resting place for the Eternals, apartments for them to rest and be worshipped. Clío never took the notion of being seen as God seriously, nor did she toy with it. She only knew of herself as an Eternal, there to protect the humans from Deviants and to watch them evolve in front of her own eyes. Yet the humans saw her as more than that, seeing her filled with power with her bellows and scream and perhaps a descendant from heaven. As did the others, some liked the notion of being seen as a God more than others.

Yet in her mind, she was simply Clío.

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37. Not leaving the house with a raincoat with Melody!! i love that little girl she's so sweet!

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A/N - STELLA! OMG this is perfect! I would love to write this for the Melody Series

Protect

Summary - Clío and Druig catch their daughter enjoying the first rainfall of the year

Warnings - Just some cute fluff and a hint of angst

South Dakota

The soft rolling thunder was heard right over the mountains not too far away, Clío looked up from her spot at the sink to see the dark great clouds that were hovering over the top of the massive mountains and even some flicker of lightning evident. It was already sprinkling at their farmhouse, the pattering of raindrops on their windows was a soft melody that was heard throughout the living room and kitchen.

Storms were normal throughout the late spring and early summer in South Dakota, Clío and Druig were now masters in taking care of the farmhouse during massive rainfalls and storms that would come and go. They both were used to it in the Amazon, but now in South Dakota, you had to deal with dust storms and even a few tornados here and there.

Thankfully you and Druig knew that the storm was coming, even though it wasn't going to be consistent. Just for the night and then it was moving East. Druig got plenty of supplies for the night in case the storm was worse, you had the horses in their little shelter in their corral, and all you had to focus on was our four-year-old and her small fear of massive thunderstorms.

Melody loved her little at the farmhouse, and both Clío and Druig were glad to have settled in Ajak's old home and place of rest. It felt like the home was part of them, knowing the creaks in the floorboards on the stairs, the worn paint on some of the walls in the master bedroom, and even the sweet smell of some of the old herbs that Ajak was growing before she was killed. It was all embedded in their bones, the soft normal life that was away from others and at peace was what Druig and Clío needed.

Raising their daughter in the farmlands and open plains was as close to the way they wished to have raised her in the Amazon. Her love for animals and nature was part of her ever since she was a baby, and Clío could only imagine that she would have thrived in the Amason amongst the trees and wildlife. Then again, the Amazon was not a forgiving place, so South Dakota will have to do.

On that rainy afternoon, Melody was perched at the dinner table, coloring with her well-worn crayons on scrapes of paper as Clío was doing the dishes in the sink. Another soft rumble of thunder was heard, still very far off but still inching a bit closer.

"Petal, your dad should be coming back soon from work, should we get dinner ready?" Clío asked as she washed her mug and then Druig's mug.

"Mmhmm, we should have spaghetti!" Melody said in a chipper tone, concentrating on her coloring as Clío laughed.

"You always love to eat spaghetti, Mel," Clío explained, placing the mugs on the drying rack next to the sink. She could hear the soft sounds of Melody coloring one second, and then the next she didn't. Clío didn't think anything of it, just humming to herself as she got another set of plates done as the rain was still falling on top of the house in a gentle rhythm. But after a solid minute of cleaning, Clío sensed something was off.

Senses

Summary - Clío and Druig stumble upon Finn and Oliver's abilities, and they are in over their heads because of it

Author's Note - This is part of the Melody Universe. I figured since Melody discovered her ability when she was three, might as well have the twins go along the same path too! Let me know what you think.

Warnings - Just some fluff for this work

It started with Finn.

It wasn't that he was clumsy, but he wasn't cautious either. Unlike his older sister, Finn was always ready to run and climb. Ever since he started crawling as a baby he would be speeding around the house and leaving his parents in the dust. Of course, both Clío and Druig never thought of his speed and nonexistent seen of fear as a bad thing. But as crawling evolved to walking, which then became running, there was always a sense of dread that Finn would get himself in trouble.

And it finally happened after his third birthday.

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Shift

Summary: Clío and Druig share a moment together before their first child is born.

Warnings: Just some fluff!

A/N: I got the inspiration for this from some lovely fanart from my dear friend @heartofwritiing! This is part o the Melody Series. I hope you all like it!

“What are you up to, my darling?”

“Finishing this book Sersi recommended to me,”

Druig hummed as he walked into the living room from the kitchen, you flipping another page from the older books that as sent to you in the mail from England. Another folk tale book that Sersi told you was in her private collection thanks to her line of work. Being as careful as you could, you were intrigued with the book since you couldn’t do anything else at this length deep in your pregnancy.

Being 8 months pregnant was a bit tolling, the main struggle was your sense of gravity being thrown off. It would take you a bit longer to walk across the room or even shift from one stance to another, thankfully Druig would be there to help guide you when he sense you would topple over. It only happened once, a bit comical to say the least to which you both were laughing from the silliness of it all. You were finally ridden to rest your feet, which made time feel slow since you were always moving or on the go. Druig had to remind you to stop and rest, in return you would glare at him and he would just smile widely.

According to Phastos, you were only a week or two away from your due date. It was a bit harder to go off of Phastos since he was no doctor, and going to a hospital was out of the question. The last thing either you or Druig wanted to do was to have your baby be born in a hospital and questions were thrown at you. Especially Druig, whom was far more protective of you in the last few months. So Phastos made the medical equipment to monitor you and the baby, making you beyond thankful that Phastos and the others were in your corner. No matter how scary it seemed, or undecided with what you future was going to hold, there was still a small sense of ease with your supportive family.

Druig being the most supportive of all.

He moved to the end of the couch where your feet were, sitting on the edge and taking one foot within his palms to start massaging it. You moaning softly, a content look on your lips as Druig grinned from your reaction. The aches of your feet were constant, needing to raise them up every once in awhile to get some kind of relief throughout the day. And now that Druig was massaging one of them in his rough yet soothing palms, the relief was instant and mind blowing.

“My poor wife,” Druig hummed, not in a teasing way, but in a way to make you glare at him as he chuckled, “You must be over this already,”

“The uncomfortableness and constant lower back pain, and request bathroom runs? Of course I am,” You huffed, yet you grinned as your fingers traced the top of your belly, “But the kicking….not too much,”

Druig paused his massaged, looking at you with intrigue, “Kicking?”

“Yeah, all the time,” You answered, seeing him look from your foot over to your belly. Druig never really asked about it, not throughout the pregnancy, but the kicks were constant and daily when you were around 7 months. It was as if your unborn child was already trying to communicate and talk to you, the small sensation of feeling it against your belly seemed like an out of body experience. There was no way to describe, not when it first happened to you when you were out brushing the horses in the corral.

The first kick was hard and distinct, your child communicating to you.

“What does it feel like?” He asked, moving to massage your foot again but not as frequent like before. You thought about it, not knowing the proper way to say it. After a good pause, your fingers were dancing on top of the shirt, feeling your tight skin under there as you finally explained it to Druig.

“Like the sense of falling, that fluttering in your stomach when you fall to the ground,” You explained, Druig hanging on your every word, “It not a bad feeling, but more of a flying sensation I think. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” Druig replied without hesitation. You were about to say something else when you felt it: a hard kick. You giggled placing your palm right along the left side of your belly to feel right where the kick occurred, Druig’s eyes going big as another kick happened. Your smile widened, rubbing the area with ease since it felt like a frustrated kick than anything.

You were anticipation your baby coming into the world, all of these months carrying your child and dreaming of what your future would hold as a mother. Of course your hormones were all over the place since the start of your pregnancy, but you never minded them. It was a true gift to be able to be a mother, you’ve seen others become mothers in this very way over the centuries as an Eternal. Willing to sacrifices their lives for such a small and innocent being, changing their world permanently and never once second guessing it.

Even in the Amazon it was a blessed event when a child was born. The mother going through agony and pain from the childbirth, all for the sake of bringing their baby safely in the world. Some didn’t make it, either the baby or the mother. Sometimes both never made it, and those times were glimpsed in pain and sorrow. But to being a being in the world was sacred and was considered a massive sense of faith and strength.

And now you were going through it yourself, as an Eternal.

“Here,” You reached out to take his hand, gesturing him to move down the couch in your direction. Druig went willingly, you placing his hand over where the kick was. But once he touched there, it was still for a moment. Druig kept his palm there along the top of your shirt, his eyes moving to the area too. From your angle, you could see the wonder in his blue orbs and the hope that he would feel it too.

After a long pause, a hard kick was felt.

Druig’s eyes were massive, like he was discovering something new right in front of his eyes. He was in a way: feeling his active unborn child against his wife’s belly. You wish to know what was going on in his own head, the pondering questions that were filling his mind. He was just as shocked as you were when you found out you were pregnant, having so many questions as to how it was possible and how it never happened sooner, if you were going to be safe, if the baby would be safe.

But he also was hopeful and beyond happy, becoming a father was something he never thought he could have but now it was all he thought about. This new future for you two, this new road of parenthood that was paved in front of you seemed too good to be true at times. But Druig looked at the blessing of it all, feeling as though you both were destined for this. Maybe you were, and seeing the love in his eyes as he felt his child kick against him.

“Wow,” He said in a breath, almost unsure that it was real. The baby kicked again, you smiling so widely as Druig was keeping his hand very still, afraid to move it from the very spot where your child kicked.

“Your voice,” You said to him calmly, lacing your hand with his on your stomach, “I think he likes it,”

“You still think we’re have a boy,” Druig said in a hoarse amused tone, almost like he was holding back his tears. But the evidence of tears were there, being moved from this moment. To see the mind controller, ever aloof and powerful as an Eternal, being so vulnerable with his unborn child. Of course, he always had the love for innocent humans, no matter how small they were. His heart was soft, though guarded most of the time around the others, but it was soft and tender for you to hold yourself. Seeing how much Druig savored and cared for human life, it was all the more memorable that that love and care would be engulfed because of your unborn child.

“Druig,” You said his name, Druig humming to indicate he heard you as he still looked at the very spot the baby kicked, “Can…can you hear his thoughts?”

It sounded outlandish, almost bizarre in why you would ask that. You read a few books about your pregnancy and what the baby development as the months came and went. Babies can hear, not very well in the womb but they could. It made you wonder if your husband would be able to hear your child’s thoughts.

“I don’t think so,” Druig replied thoughtfully, his fingers then slowly moving across the area with his smile still on his face, “But I know I won’t ever do it,”

“Do what?”

“Read her thoughts,” Druig said, looking at you finally and seeing the sincerity in his eyes and how he sounded sure of himself, “I won’t use my powers on her, just as I don’t use them on you,”

You tilted your head at him, wondering if you could fall in love with him any more than you were at the moment. You then had to giggle, “You think it’s a girl?”

“I do,” Druig answered, another massive kick was felt against his hand as Druig gave you a smirk, “Our little one agrees.”

You felt him move your shirt up a bit, showing your massive belly to make you shiver from the wind that came in the living room. You were about to tell him to place the shirt down when he leaned down to place his ear along the top of your belly, having you freeze in shock. Druig stayed quiet, his arms around your protectively and securely as his face was towards you and his eyes slid shut. The very image made you feel beyond loved, to catch Druig in such a sacred moment and with vulnerability, it made your heart break in the best way possible.

There was rarely a time to see Druig in such a state: For centuries you watched Druig remain poise and in control. Whether he had to use his abilities on humans to save them from Deviants, or when you both were in the village for 500 years. Druig always had a facade on in front of others to remain strong, or have the illusion of being strong.

Yet the small pockets of moments to see him open and bare, like an open book that held a sacred passage or a flickering light in complete darkness. It took him years and years to realize that vulnerability was a different kind of strength, there was no shame in letting one’s inner soul be exposed every once in awhile. It felt like a gift to see it yourself, and even more so for Druig to share that with you.

Those vulnerable moments were negative at times. Seeing Druig watch from afar as humans were harming one another, no being able to save them or step in. You would hold his hand, silently telling him that he did all he could do, yet it wasn’t enough. Druig would go against Ajak and her philosophies that were aligned with Arishem, not having us interfere with anything that could stop the human evolution. You would hug him and let him vent it out, knowing it was betterthna holding it in.

But the worst was watching Druig on his knees with his head in his hands mere hours after you both left the family at Tenochtitlan, feeling the pain of the genocide in front of his eyes with no chance of saving any of the innocent humans. You held him as he weeped and cried, digging his fingers into the soil and letting out all the pain festering inside of him. If only you could will it away, make all the pain cease to exist the man you loved.

Not this moment, not when he was cradling you close and connecting to your unborn child, almost attempting to push all of his willpower and love into your child before they could come into the world.

“Hello my little one,” You heard in a whisper, noticing it came from Druig. His eyes still stayed closed, yet his voice was beyond soft and almost in a hum while he spoke again, “I can’t wait to meet ya,”

A few tears were threatening to come out from your eyes, yet you never tore your gaze from Druig.

Druig started to hum, you knew the song from centuries ago back in Babylonia. The familiar chorus and the acute tune that you knew and grew to love was evident his lips as Druig hummed to the belly. Your fingers moved to run through his hair, a new moment of intimacy was in place for your soon to be family of three. For so long you were used to having Druig to yourself, to have Druig’s love and affection as if it was second nature. To know within weeks that there would be a newborn, one with the perfect mixture of yourself and Druig, it would be a big shift for not just yourself but with Druig too.

Yet now what you were hearing and seeing in front of you, sprawled on the couch with your husband head on your belly and a Babylonian lullaby sung in the air of the farmhouse, you were ready for the shift.

You both were ready.

The End.

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Forgive Part. 2

Summary - Clio has to talk to Ikaris once and for all

Warnings - Angst with a small hint of fluff

Author's Note - The first part of this segment is found Here. This is a different take on the Druig, Clio, and Melody timeline when Melody is still a baby.

This is part of the Melody Series but in a different timeline

Clio's POV

Clio could only pace back and forth in the nursery, Melody snuggled against her as Clío was trying to keep her anger down. Holding her daughter helped Clío, not wishing to have the anger festering inside of her while she was holding her baby. But the small part of her was still fuming with no signs of going away. Inwardly, Clío was wishing to walk back down and outside to the very person that brought her all of this rage, all of those nightmares that were haunting her for years, and the reply of that moment on the beach.

Ikaris was at her home. Clío had a problem with that for certain.

Punching him was the only thing Clío could do in that heat of the moment, mostly because she would never dare to use her abilities when her baby was still in the farmhouse. Punching him, though it didn’t give the complete satisfaction that Clio wanted, did feel a bit better. Yet if Clío had the chance to, she would destroy him with her bare hands. For all that he has done to not just Druig and her, but to her family. It was all unattended anger that Clío had put off for so long that she felt the need to take it out on Ikaris.

However, Druig stopped her, and Clío was thankful for him.

She paused at the window, looking out to see Druig and Ikaris still talking together. She watched for a moment, that possession and protectiveness were coming over her as she watched Ikaris talk to her husband. He looked rather calm, from where Clío was at least. But then again Druig knew that he had to talk to Ikaris first, not only for the sake of diffusing the tension in the air, but to also have Clío calm down.

She had a lot to say, but she was glad Druig was going to speak to him first.

Makkari came into the nursery and closed the door quietly, Clío turning around and seeing Makkari watching Clío snuggling into Melody with her own scowl of a face. She huffed and started to sign, her fingers moving rapidly.

According to Kingo, Ikaris is wanting to make amends with you and Druig, She signed to Clio, hearing Melody babble in her mother’s hold and try to grip her necklace with her chubby fingers, I don’t trust him. Not after what he did.

“I hate him, ‘Kari,” Clío said in a low tone, not wishing to raise her voice since she was still carrying Melody. But Melody looked over at Makkari, grinning widely and reaching out with grabby hands at her Godmother. Makkari glided over, taking her Goddaughter instantly and grinning as Melody was grabbing at her braids to play with them. Clio bit her lower lip, crossing her arms and pacing the room again. So many questions were in her head, and mixing her pondering mind with that anger was not a good combination for Clío.

One part of her wanted to run back down to Ikaris and hit him again, and again until the anger would seep out of her. All she could think about was bringing him pain, the same amount go pain that she felt when she thought she lost Druig out on that beach. The heartbreak inside of her, and yet Ikaris never blinked or batted an eye at what he did.

Yet the other part, the rational part, was holding her back. Maybe it was because her life was so settled there in South Dakota, having Druig and Melody with her with immense happiness from both of them, nothing else would really bring her to knees like this. Of course, she was angry with all that Ikaris did to her and her family, but she was also scared. The fear she had was if her own little bubble would burst from this meeting, no matter whatever he had to say or what he wished to air out with Clío.

What was she going to do?

Makkari tapped her arm to get her attention, Clío saw Melody nuzzling against Makkari’s hold and her head on Makkari’s shoulder, already falling asleep in her Godmother’s arms. Melody was a huge factor in what Clío wanted to do, merely because the last thing Clío wished to do was to do something that would change her daughter’s life. Although she was far too young to remember any of this, Clío still wanted to be a good example for her daughter. Druig was the same way too, which was they worked well as parents for Melody. Her life was more precious and sacred than Clío’s own life, ad Clío will do anything it takes to protect her daughter.

What are you thinking? Makkari signed to Clío, Melody blinking slowly and yawning while rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Clío sighed, twirling her wedding ring on her finger as she was watching her daughter safe and secure in Makkari’s hold.

“I want to kill him for what he almost did to me, to us,” She said, gesturing to her now sleeping daughter as she then paused, “But….but I know Ajak would want me to talk to him,”

Ajak was on her mind at this moment, not merely because Ikaris killed her and took her out of their lives before she could meet Melody, but merely because she was the leader Clío always looked up to. Long before Sersi took the reins as the leader, Ajak was a good leader to follow and learn from. Clío hung on her words of wisdom and counsel, her sweet smile would bring Clío joy on lower days, and Ajax’s heart was far too big and too filled with joy to be overshadowed or overlooked. Even after Clío ad Druig left the family to go off on tier own, Clío still admired Ajak.

There were moments when Druig regretted what he said to Ajak and how he acted to her, bringing him inner turmoil throughout their time in the jungle. Clío felt it too, hugging him close at night and sensing that he still loved Ajak as their leader and a mentor. They both regretted Ajak not being to meet their daughter, to see her grow up and place that joy into Melody. Yet she was still present in their home, maybe knowing that the one would be in the family in some way.

You don’t have to talk to him to, if you don’t want to, Makkari advised Clío with a hint of fondness in her eyes, It’s your call since this is your home.

Before Makkari could sign anything else, the door to the nursery opened. Clío and Makkari looked, seeing that it was Druig who snuck into the nursery and closed the door instantly. He looked rather worn down, no longer angry or fuming as he was before when Clío and Druig fought downstairs in the living room. This time, there was a sense of calm on his face as he looked from Makkari and a sleeping Melody to Clío. He could see it on her face, walking over a few steps and Clío instantly taking his hand in her own.

“He wants to talk to you,” Druig explained, Clío looking down for a long moment as she was thinking of what she wanted to do. No matter how many times she wanted to simply push him aside and not worry about it, she still thought about Ajak at that moment. What would Ajak do? How could she handle this? Would it be with grace as she has done long ago?

“It’s your choice,” Druig reminded Clío softly, sensing the conflict on her face, “I won’t have you go out there to talk to him if you’re not going to be comfortable—“

“I’ll talk to him,” Clío interrupted him gently, Druig going quiet as she inhaled softly and squeezed that joined hand, “You’re right, what you said earlier. We don’t need to forgive him, but we need to talk to him at least,”

“Clío..” Druig said her name carefully, but she shook her head.

“I need to talk to him,” Clío reassured Druig as she looked him dead in the eyes. Druig scanned her hazel orbs in hopes that he could read what she was thinking. Yet she was always a mystery to him, something that he loved and adored about his wife and partner for centuries, “If he wants to talk, then we can talk.”

Druig had to give her credit in wishing to talk to Ikaris, he would think she would wish him dead on the spot for even being anywhere near their home. But she was more leveled-headed than he was, Clio always kept Druig grounded in tense times. So Druig nodded, knowing his wife knew what she was doing and she had a good head on her shoulders.

Clio could hold her own, even now with Ikaris.

Clio leaned in and kissed Druig one more time, holding it a pinch longer than necessary but it felt right. She knew Druig was going to watch, not being the complete territorial type but protective enough to stay close by. Druig watched her walk over to move some of the baby hair from Melody’s closed eyes, seeing the baby snuggle into Makkari’s hold a bit more as she started to snore as she finally walked out of the nursery.

With every step she took down the stairs, she thought back to that moment on the beach. That very second her gut fell to the floor and her heart was beyond broken for repair. Because in that second, she believed Druig was out of her life, taken from her and almost stolen from a thief.

Ikaris was the thief, robbing Clio for the peace and happiness she had for centuries, even before Druig and Clio left for the Amazon. It was all gone, and now to face the very being again that she thought was out of their lives, hate wanted to consume her all over.

However, she once again thought of Ajak and she took in a breath.

At the bottom of the stairs in the living room was the rest of the group, sitting awkwardly on the couch and chairs. They all saw Clio and looked a bit worried, yet Clio was a bit more calm compared to moments before when she threw the first punch and bruised his jaw. Yet they all sat still as Clio made it to the bottom of the stairs, looking out at the front of the house to see no Ikaris in sight.

“He’s out near the horses,” Sersi explained as you looked from the front window, "I….I never wanted to bring you or Druig any kind of discomfort in bringing him here. I just….I wanted us all to..”

Clio took Sersi’s hand in her own, Sersi’s mouth going shut as they stared at one another. Clio squeezed her hand tightly, giving her a calm stare with a slight smile.

“You did the right thing, Sersi,” Clio explained, seeing Sersi’s eyes go wide as she continued, “We’re going to talk this out and end it all. I think...I think it’s what Ajak would have wanted for us to do,”

Sersi grinned, sensing how Clio was willing to take this step that seemed almost impossible some seconds before when they arrived at her home. Once Clio released her hand and looked past the kitchen and out the window, seeing Ikaris’s back as he was looking at the horses in the corral, Clio started walking without a second thought to hesitance.

Stepping out of the backdoor and taking the few steps to the corral, Ikaris didn’t move but kept his eyes on the horses that were pacing in the small corral. A small gust of cool wind picked up in the area, making Clio shiver a bit as she tucked the jacket she was wearing a bit tighter around herself. Although they were alone out there, away from prying ears, she knew the others were watching. Perhaps not by the others that seemed to be wishing to respect their privacy, but certainly Druig. Clio knew it was a fact that Druig would be watching.

Inwardly, she was glad he was.

“They’re beautiful,” Ikaris finally said, his voice floating in the open as Clio stood behind him. Maybe it was a defense mechanism of hers, needing to see his backside instead of the front in case of an attack.

“Horses were always the gentlest of creatures,” Clío said in a hum, her voice was very low, and trying to remain neutral. No matter how much she wanted to scream at him and punch him again, she knew eyes were watching them both and their talk. She also knew Druig was watching from a window right behind her, the last thing she knew both herself and Druig wanted was another fight.

“Clío,” Ikaris said her name, almost making Clío cringe a bit to hear him say her name as if they were old friends, distant family friends, “I know that me coming here is not ideal, nor is it what you wanted,”

“It’s not, solely because I thought you were dead,” Clío replied, Ikaris physically cringing a bit at how Clío both sounded casual and a bit stern, “We all thought you were dead, and the distrust and disdain that we all feel against you goes far more than simply coming here and seeing all of us,”

“I know,” Ikaris said in a hesitant sigh, Clío keeping her eyes on the back of his head as he was still facing away from her. Clío had to remain in one spot, no matter how tempting it was for her to simply open her mouth and make his ears bleed. She wanted to, so badly she wanted for all that he did not just against her but her family.

“I can’t ask you to forgive me, but I can only ask for you to….listen,” Ikaris said in hesitance, finally looking over his shoulder to stare at Clío. His eyes, always bright and filled with devotion and dedication throughout the centuries on Earth, make Clío only remember the simpler times when they are all together as a group and as a family. Ikaris was light-hearted at times, having on Sersi’s every word, and wished to lead the group in vigor. Clío saw him laugh and grin, saw him with joy and fascination for humans, yet now all she saw was pain. Pain and remorse.

Good.

“What I did to you all was wrong,” He said simply, “What I was attempting to do for the sake of Arishem and what he wished for Tiamat and this planet was no right. I was too blinded and too devoted to what he wanted for me to see what was already growing and thriving, and because of that I know forgiveness will not come lightly from all of you,”

Clío said nothing, knowing well that if she did say something to add to his statement would be more bitter and less meaningful. Ikaris wanted her to listen, and she was going to do just that as Ikaris looked forward again and back out at the horses. With some hesitance, Clío took a few steps to stand close by him. Seeing this side of him was unusual, even with the circumstances of him being at her home that used to belong to Ajak and thinking he was dead all this time.

“I don’t wish to be asked back in any of your lives, I shouldn’t be. I merely wish to make amends and to simply say…say I’m sorry,” Ikaris ended, his voice now lost in the wind as Clío was watching his profile from her spot. Taking in a long breath, she did a quick turn behind her to see the second-story window that was Melody’s nursery. Druig was there at the window, peering down at Clío with his look of determination and uneasiness. Clío already knew he was going to watch the entire conversation, she would be a fool to think otherwise. But to see the stare he was giving Clío, the worry in his eyes, it pained Clío to see it on her husband.

“Ikaris,” She said his name, looking away from Druig and back to where Ikaris was. He was waiting for the rant, for the pain in her voice, and for the scream that she would give him, “I know you know how much damage you caused. You’ve heard it from Sersi before you came here, and knowing Sersi she didn’t hold back. But, I have to tell you what you did to me on that beach,”

Ikaris looked at her with some worry as Clío gave him an intense gaze. The simmering pain that was always there under her skin, even after leaving that beach and having this new life with Druig the pain never went away. The nightmare was vivid and the memories never faded. Ikaris had to know the headspace Clío was in, how she never felt intense anger before ever on Earth.

“You almost took the one thing that was good in my life away from me,” She explained in a cool tone, staying leveled and calm as Ikaris kept his eyes on her, “No matter your own disagreement with Druig and what you two went through together in the past, he was the love of my life. When you threw him into the ground, I never felt so much anger in my life towards another person. At that moment, I wanted to kill you with my bare hands,”

Once again Ikaris said nothing, but Clío could tell he was shaken a bit from what she said to him and yet how calm she was at the same time.

“Part of me still wants to hate you and kill you…but I can’t,” Clío admitted to him in a bitter tone, looking away from him quickly and taking in a solid breath, “I know….I know Ajak wouldn’t want that for me, for any of us,”

Maybe Clío did hit a nerve with him since Ikaris almost shuttered at the mention of Ajak. Ajak and Ikaris were close, Ikaris being the second in command and seeing Ajak are more of a teacher. So hearing that he killed her because of her change of heart with the humans, it felt like a low blow for Clio.

“I can’t forgive you,” Clío said to him softly, fiddling with her fingers in front of her and remaining still, almost too still that the wind could come through and knock her over, “At least not now. It’s still too soon and too early for me to do seem like that, but I am willing to be civil with you. For the sake of my family and my daughter, I can try,”

Clío has never seen Ikaris snap his head over in her direction so quickly before. It was almost like whiplash, and his eyes were as big as saucers as Clío gave her a solemn look.

“A daughter?” He asked, his voice high and almost in disbelief as Clío kept her gaze on him, “You….you had a child?”

Clío only nodded, letting the news sink in under Ikaris’s skin as he blinked and looked down for a solid moment. She didn’t wish to reveal this kind of news to him in the first place, Clío thinking he wasn’t worthy of Ikaris knowing about the one true blessing that came to her and Druig. The true joy that Clío never thought she would ever have, she was going to shelter it for as long as she should. But now that Ikaris knew, it felt like Clío was bearing part of her soul to him.

“How is it possible?” Ikaris asked, mostly to himself but to Clío as she could tell he was still wrapping his head around the news, “Can we….can we have children,”

“Well I did, so I guess that answers that question,” Clío replied with a shrug of her shoulders. Ikaris paused again, the wheels turning in his head over and over as Clío was giving him an uneasy gaze. He then looked at her with a hint of confusion.

“With Druig?” He asked.

Clío’s glare hardened, “Are you kidding me?”

Ikaris’s mouth went shut and he looked a bit sheepish. Clío couldn’t help but roll her eyes while Ikaris was still lost in thought. She walked over to stand right next to Ikaris, eyeing him with carefulness and still with a hint of hesitance as Ikaris was watching the horses again. Maybe she was compelled to tell him the last piece of advice she wanted to give him. So, thinking of her new family and the new life she had going for her, Clío gave Ikaris a gentle yet stern look, the kind of look that Ajak would give when she was alive and needing to be the leader at a crossroads.

“Ikaris, we can civil from here on out. For the sake of not just our family, but for Sersi. We both love her enough to respect her not cause waves,” Clío explained to him, Ikaris watching her with a small sense of comfort since she was no longer showing any signs of anger to him.

“But I will say this,” Clío continued, Ikaris sensing the tone in her and keeping his eyes on Clío, “I will keep an eye on you from here on out. If I get word of you doing anything against our family, even a whisper that you had any involvement in bringing someone in our family pain or discomfort, I promise you on the life of my daughter, I will personally bring you the kind of pain that you wish would kill you.”

It felt like Clío sealed it like a vow in the tone she was using, not raising her voice or getting in his face, but showing in her stance. Maybe Ikaris could read it and sense it since he was staying so still and not one inch of cockiness was there on his face like in the past.

“Now, I won’t kill you,” Clío reminded him, “But I will inflict the same amount of pain that I felt when you almost took Druig away from me, and that is a promise. Do we have an understanding?”

Not saying a word, Ikaris nodded his head. Clío knew it got through to him, no matter if the others were telling him to mind his own as well and to leave them all alone for the time being. It felt like Clío had no at stake, more to consider and to weigh in simply because of her child. Melody has her priority now, and she will be for the rest of Clío’s life on Earth. And she knew too that Melody was Druig’s priority as well, they both won’t be compromised.

“So,” Clio said, the neutral tone was no longer there and that sense of marking her place with him was not a threat, she finally gave a small smile to him for the first time since he arrived, “Would you like to meet my daughter?”

Ikaris looked a bit shocked by the question, yet Clío remained calm. She could only picture Ajak right there next to her, not wishing to see any one of them quarreling with one another, even after all that happened. She always had the heart of the group, a bigger heart than Clío could ever reach herself. They have all learned from Ajak throughout the centuries, and now that she was gone they all had to somehow keep going and represent her. Clío had to do the same, even to Ikaris.

Clío looked from Ikaris up to the second-floor window again, seeing her husband there still watching the pair of them from his spot behind the window glass. Clío knew Druig would never let Ikaris anywhere near Melody, he was already protective of her when it came to strangers, and rightfully so. But with Ikaris, there was a thick line that was drawn instantly. She didn’t blame him, not with how they both interacted with each other in the past, and the bad blood that was still evident.

However, Clío knew that there was a need to move forward and not backward.

Druig looked from Ikaris to Clío, almost reading her eyes and mind and what she was thinking. He merely nodded once and left the window, Clío inwardly sighing in relief.

“You’d let me…meet your child?” Ikaris asked Clío as she looked from the window where Druig was to him.

“I’m still debating,” Clío cooly replied, “But I know you’d be a fool to try anything while I’m here. And trust me, Ikaris, Druig would rather face a Deviant head-on by himself than let you anywhere near our daughter,”

Ikaris cringed a bit, the backdoor opening of the farmhouse, and footsteps were heard. Both Clío and Ikaris looked over, watching Druig approach the pair of them with a sleeping Melody swaddled in his arms in Sersi’s blanket that was just about to be too small for her. Her head against his chest, her dark brown hair soft with ringlets along the blanket and Druig’s shirt as he stood a bit away. Clío walked over, not noticing how big Ikaris’s eyes were seeing their child and how she was real, no fantasy or piece of fiction.

Clio stood in front of Druig, though his eyes were still on the visitor with a death glare while he held his daughter protectively. Placing her hands on his arms to get his attention, Clío kissed his cheek and pressed her head against his.

“He won’t do anything, Druig,” She whispered to him, “I promise,”

“I know,” He replied, pushing his forehead against hers slightly as he took in a long breath and stared directly at his wife, “But I’m not leavin’ you with him.”

Who was she to argue with Druig? She knew he was going to stay there the entire time, not just for the sake of Melody but for Clío. He would never trust his wife being there with Ikaris, although she could stand her own ground. He then placed Melody in Clío’s arms, who whimpered a bit from being moved in her sleep. Clío hushed her softly, Melody’s head lulling over to Clío’s neck and going right back to sleep in her mother’s embrace.

Clío finally turned to face Ikaris, seeing the look of amazement on his face as she walked slowly over to him. She tried to remain composed and poised since she was holding her little girl, drilling her eyes into him to silently tell him not to try anything. Of course, the mothering side of her was screaming at her to stop, to walk back to Druig, and to get Melody back in the house. But maybe it felt like Ajax’s spirit was next to her, a hand on her arm to keep her going and to encourage her to make that bridge repair and growth.

“Ikaris,” She said, standing right in front of him and giving him a kind stare, “This is our daughter: Melody Sersi,”

Ikaris looked from Clío to her sleeping daughter, seeing her bell-shaped mouth slightly open and her perfect cheeks against her mother’s neck. Clío could see the shift in his eyes and gaze, almost like he was discovering humans for the first time all over again. Maybe he was, or at least the product of two Eternals. It was almost the same look Clío had when she found out she was pregnant, or the look Druig had when he held Melody for the first time.

Ikaris was quiet, but she knew he was just as moved from seeing her little girl as he looked from Melody to Clío again, “Melody Sersi?”

“We had to name her after one of the strongest leaders’s we’ve ever known,” Clío explained, Ikaris looking rather moved from the explanation, “And she took care of her when she was born.”

Clío never minded mentioning Sersi to Ikaris since she knew that relationship was beyond done. Sersi was happy with Dane in London, insanely happy and being the new voice of reason for the Eternals as they were recovering from the near Emergence. Ikaris was no longer a threat to Sersi or any of them, Melody a mere product of the happiness that Clío and Druig had, and the rest of the Eternals found a new sense of love in their neice too.

“She’s…she’s healthy?” Ikaris asked, not in concern but in curiosity as Clío nodded.

“Healthy as ever,” she replied.

“Is she an….is she like us?” Ikaris asked Clío, still looking at Melody with such fascination.

“We don’t know,” Clío replied, “She’s too young for us to know if she’s an Eternal,”

Clío could see Ikaris barely move his hand in the direction of Melody, who was still sleeping away and not realizing what was going on around her. His hand hovered for a moment, but he stopped and looked past Clío to Druig. Clío didn’t have to look back to know what kind of gaze Druig was giving him, she felt it in her spot on the dusty ground and she sensed it in the air.

A silent warning: Don’t touch my daughter.

Ikaris let his hand go back to his side again, tearing his eyes away from Druig behind Clío to her again. It felt like this was more than enough for Clío to take with Ikaris there at their home, She didn’t need to make giant leaps to have him back in their lives, only small baby steps. Maybe it was also all that Ikaris needed: to apologize and see that they all moved on without him.

Clío, Druig, and the others watched as Ikaris, Sersi, Kingo, and Sprite drove off in the truck a few minutes later, the group saying goodbye to one another as Ikaris waited by the truck. Clío was glad to see him drive away, being able to release a breath that she may have been holding in for far too long as Phastos and Thena were occupying Melody. Once they saw the truck go over the hill and was out of sight, Clío felt Druig wrap his arms around her again and hold her close. It wasn’t as before when she was angry and wanted to rip his arms off, but she was mostly sad and releasing that grief she had in for so long.

Druig silently held her, inwardly hating Ikaris for causing her pain and making her feel so many things at once. Druig was glad he was the one to talk to Ikaris first and give Clío some time to collect her thoughts. Druig would take on Ikaris for Clío, anytime and anywhere. He remembered talking to him out in front of the house, both of them being civil with one another since they knew the others were watching.

“Druig, I know you’re upset—“

“It’s not me you have to worry about from here on out, Ikaris. I’m debating whether or not to let Clío come back out here and kill you here and now from all the pain you caused her,”

So as Makkari, Phastos, and Thena left the farmhouse after dinner, and Melody was put to bed by Druig, Clío sat on her bed and was wrapped in one of the wraps that was given to her by Sersi as a Mother’s Day gift. The window was propped open to let in the breeze, Clío able to hear some of the crickets that were nestled along the wildflowers near the farmhouse while Druig snuck into the room and closed the door quietly behind him.

“I should have done more to him,” Clío muttered, Druig paused as he was watching her with a hint of concern while her eyes were gazing out the window. Druig walked over to sit next to her on the bed, pressing his shoulder against her as he made his presence known.

“As much as I want to agree with you, I’m glad you didn’t,” Druig admitted to her, seeing Clío finally look over at him to show the tiredness in her eyes. Druig laced their hands together and kissed the back of her hand, “You’re better than that, Clío. You had more strength than any of us combined since we all wanted to kill him for what he’s done to us and to our family, but you had the strength to let him go. I don’t think I would have done that ever, and I’m proud of you,”

Clío said nothing, absorbing all what Druig said. He hummed and kissed the side of her head, taking the wraps off of Clío before helping her lay on her side on the bed. After pulling the quilt over the pair of them, Druig held her in his arms as she was silent but holding him just as tight.

Druig stayed awake until Clio was deeply asleep, stroking her red hair with his fingers and feeling her chest going up and down against his side. He wished all that pain that Clio felt because of Ikaris would melt away, all of that pain that was nestled inside of her would float In the wind and never return. But he was also glad that they both talked, that Clio said her peace and Ikaris did too.

Peace would come once again, Druig would make sure of that

The End

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Massive Heart

Summary - Druig takes Melody to the farm, bringing her a sense of peace.

Author's Note: This is part of my Melody Series, please go check it out! Also, a special shout out to @a-lumos-in-the-noxlumos-in-the-nox for giving me the idea to write this little oneshot!

Warnings - none, just some fluff :)

“Alright, here we are,”

Druig hopped out of the truck and slammed the door shut, leaning back a bit to hear some of his back cracking from sitting for a bit too long. It was almost a running joke from his wife, sweet Clío calling him an old man when he would squint after stretching his back too much to the side. He technically was old, and when he would point it out to Clío she would just smile and roll her eyes as she walked away. Druig never minded it, not when it came to her. But he knew mentally he would gave to get a new truck, one with a better seat that wouldn’t be stiff on his backside when he would have to take it to work.

But today was not about work: it was about Melody.

Just as he promised a year ago, Druig wanted to make Melody his priority at least twice a month. He and Clío made sure that they would carve out time to be with her, every other week seemed reasonable since Melody was busy with school and they both were busy with work or caring for the boys. That talk did help both Druig and Clío, more than it helped their daughter, and Druig made sure he would have some time with her. He would call it their “Duo” time together, though Melody would proudly say they were going on a date. There was even one afternoon when Druig picked her up early from school to take her out for ice cream and a trip to the library, one of Melody’s favorite things to do with him. She skipped down the sidewalk, her friends seeing her from the playground during recess as they waved goodbye. Melody waved back.

“Bye! I’m going on a date with my Da!” Melody would holler before she would hop in the car. Druig blushed in embarrassment for a split moment, but he never minded it with his daughter.

This outing was different though, and it was all Melody’s idea. She came to Druig talking about wanting to plant her own garden, learning about planting seeds and vegetables in school, and wishing to have her own little place to grow her own garden. She remembered the herb garden Druig and Clío had in South Dakota at their old farmhouse. But to have one only for her to use was now her new obsession. Druig thought it was a wonderful idea, yet he had no idea where to start. What kind of herbs or flowers could grow in Oregon, and what kind of soil that was needed, it was all a bit overwhelming. But there was a local farm on the outskirts of town that sold seeds and had some farm animals that were available for the public to see and visit.

Druig knew that would be perfect for Melody.

So Druig took her on an early Saturday afternoon, Clío thinking it was a great outing for the pair of them as she was putting the boys down for a nap. At first, Druig volunteered to stay behind and be with the twins, but Clío could see Melody wanted Druig to take her. With a wink and a kiss on the cheek, she pushed them both out the door.

“Wow!” Melody breathed as she walked around the truck to be next to Druig, instantly taking his hand in hers. Her eyes were big on the scene in front of her: a white barn with massive white doors that were slid open, a corral that was lined with white fencing on the left side with a few horses grazing along the wildflowers, and a quant little general store next to the main house on the right side. There were a few other cars there, and some people walk around or eating at the picnic tables near the orchard trees. The weather was quite warm so it was no surprise the farm would have customers.

“I think we’re in the right place, don’t you?” Druig asked as he looked down at Melody. He was taken aback for a moment, noticing that she was rather tall now and her long hair was thick and down to her mid-back. She was sporting her overalls, a new pair that he had to get her since she grew out of her last ones, a yellow blouse, and well-worn sneakers.

Around her neck was a gemstone necklace, the very gift she got from her Godmother the day she was born. Clío kept it safe throughout the time Melody was a baby, tucking it away and knowing one day she could wear it. On the morning of her ninth birthday, with Makkari’s permission, Druig gave her the necklace wrapped in a little box with a small golden bow on top. Melody was enchanted with the necklace, wanting to wear it right away and calling Makkari on FaceTime to thank her personally. The only rule was that she couldn’t wear it to school or to anything that would be strenuous, just on special occasions or on down time. Melody took it to heart, promising to not let it leave her room.

Druig would see her wear it from time to time, and it would make him remember how time was a thief. One minute she was a small little thing, wrapped in a blanket and calm in his arms. Now, she was a nine-year-old girl who a massive heart and huge independence that she got from her parents.

It took Druig’s breath away for a moment, realizing that she was growing on him before he could stop it.

“Do you think they have cows here too, Da?” Melody questioned him as they both started walking together over to the general store, “I want to see a real one!”

“I’m sure they do, Petal,” He replied as they walked along the dirt path, “The website says they do, along with some chickens, lambs, and goats,”

“Goats are a bit mean, though,” Melody advised her dad, Druig chuckling, “At least that’s what Tommy says at school,”

“He might be right,” Druig agreed, “I remember one time a goat tried to hit me with his horns, right in the stomach,”

“How rude, Da!” Melody said with a gasp.

“Eh, it’s like you said: they’re mean and a bit grumpy,” Druig commented as they made it to the general store. He made his way over to the cashier there, asking a few questions about the seeds that were meant to be planted in Oregon and the kind of soil he would need. Melody was listening half of the time, but her eyes were moving around in the store at the rows and rows of seeds that were on display. Naturally, her eyes then move to the side door that was wide open, giving a big image of one of the corrals that were out in the field. Within a second, she saw the very animal she wanted to see.

She slipped her hand from her father’s walking over with her eyes fixed on the eye animals that could her attention.

Druig, after talking to the cashier for a few minutes and seeing her slip away to get the seeds he needed, looked around for his daughter to see where she wandered off to. Melody was never one to run off on her own without her parents close by, that was more of a Finn trait. Oliver and Melody were homebodies, wishing to stay close to a parent at all times. So Druig didn’t need to panic, he just had to look at her. Sure enough, he saw her sitting on the ground in front of the white fence of the corral, her head between the beams, looking at one cow who was laying down right in front of her.

He grinned.

Walking through the open door and standing behind her for a moment, he watched her in silence for a moment or two. The quietness of the area brought the mood down and made it calm and soothing. Druig loved seeing his daughter use her abilities on animals, an ever growing discovery and mystery. Ever since it was discovered she would hear animals and speak to them, both Druig and Clío have kept a close eye on their daughter. Even though Arishem was no longer in the picture, thanks to Druig and his mind control over the Celestial, Melody’s ability was still a shock to her family and extended family.

Thena was almost certain she was an Eternal like her father and mother, the signs were there and her ability to communicate with animals was beyond extraordinary. Yet she had to learn to harness her ability, whereas Druig and Clío never had to. It was going to be a long journey for her, and her twin brothers could also have abilities too.

He finally moved over to kneel down next to Melody, her blue eyes were right on the cow as she was sitting Indian Style on the dusty ground. Druig could see it, almost sense it, when Melody was talking to an animal in her mind. Her eyes were solely on the cow, nothing else to break her concentration. It was the same look he would give when he would use his mind control, so he knew her mind was working hard.

“Whatcha doin’, Petal?” Druig asked very softly, his breath almost like the wind as he looked from Melody to the gentle cow, who was perched on the grass and looking at Melody.

“Talking to her,” She replied, her voice sounding determined as her chin was on the fence and her fingers were grazing at the paint on the fence post.

“What is she tellin’ ya?” Druig asked, indulged and intrigued by what was going on with his daughter and the massive gentle animal.

“She’s happy here,” Melody explained, a small smile on her face, “Her baby is sleeping in the barn and she loves playing with her, she’s a girl cow,’ Druig had to grin in hearing Melody talk about the conversation she was having with the gentle animal, knowing how authentic she was in how she spoke and what she’s speaking about.

“She’s safe here, Da. She used to live in a place where they were mean to her and other cows, but the farmer here rescued her and brought her here to be safe and happy,” She paused, biting her lower lip for a moment and scanning the cow with her eyes. Druig did too, almost wanting to read her mind and hear what she was thinking since Melody did look rather perplexed.

“Da, why are people mean to animals?” Melody asked in a somber tone. Druig hummed, scooting a bit closer and rubbing the back go her shoulders with his knuckles in a soothing notion.

“I don’t know, Mel. I honestly don’t, and I wish I knew the answer to that. The way I see it,” He passed, Melody tearing her eyes away from the cow to her father as he scanned her eyes, “You can tell a lot about a person with how they treat an animal. I find the gentler, kinder people, are the ones who are good and kind to any creature, no matter how big or small they are. Animals bring out the best in a person, and we should look after them since they were here long before we ever were,”

Melody grinned at him, then looked back at the cow who got up from laying out on the ground, giving out one huff from its massive nostrils before walking to another spot in the corral to graze some more. Yet Melody still watched the gentle animal, her eyes never leaving as the cow was clearly moving on.

“You have a massive heart for animals, Petal,” Druig said to Melody as he pushed away the brown strands in front of her eyes, “I don’t think I know anyone who loves animals as much as you, and that shows you have a good heart.”

“I just wanna help the animals who get hurt,” Melody huffed, sounding stubborn as Druig felt his heart swell in pride, “Especially the ones who people hurt for no reason,”

“And you will,” Druig reassured her as he kissed the side of her head, “I know you will when you get bigger. You remember that little sparrow that you helped when you were younger?”

Melody nodded her head silently, though a small smile was on her lips. It made Druig nudge his head with hers to make her giggle.

“I knew then like I know now: you’re gonna be great helping animals,” Druig promised her, “You’re gonna make me and your mom proud, and you already are,”

Druig loved having these smaller moments with Melody, always taking them to heart and never wanting to forget them for a second. He has seen civilization rise and fall throughout the centuries, empires conquer and collapse in a blink of an eye, Druig has seen it all. Yet even after seeing the vast amount of human accomplishments and evolution, he wouldn’t trade any of that for what he had now.

He would live this simple life with Clío, raising these children he never thought he would ever have as an Eternal, and he would never regret it.

Druig and Melody went back into the general store a few minutes later to get the supplies that Druig ordered. It was a handful of seeds and two big bags of soil. He even slipped in a few flower seeds that he knew both Melody and Clío would both love to plant together.

After he paid and got the supplies in the bed of the truck, he noticed that once again Melody was not with him. He was about to go look for her again when he heard her voice off near the porch of the main farmhouse. Walking over, he was ever curious as to what his daughter was up to since they were done with their task for the day. But what he saw made him crack a smile.

There was Melody, perched on the front porch steps of the farmhouse, with a little German Shepard puppy in her lap.

“Ah, you must be her dad,” the farmer said as he walked over to where Druig was, a massive grin on his face. Melody looked over, almost panicking from seeing her dad watch her as she was about to get up.

“I’m sorry, Da—“ She was about to apologize, but Druig shook her head, stopping her before she would wake up the puppy who was fast asleep in her lap.

“You’re okay, baby. Looks like you made a friend,” Druig said to her, Melody grinning as she looked back down at the small puppy in her hold. The puppy looked content, floppy ears against her arms as he was nuzzled in her lap and curled up in a deep nap. Melody was calm, stroking the top of his head with her gentle and soothing fingers and having a small smile on her lips.

“Your daughter has a good intuition with dogs I think, if you don't mind me saying,” The owner of the farm explained to Druig, “We just had a litter of puppies a few weeks ago, and most of the other puppies have been claimed or sold. He’s our last one,”

“He’s sweet,” Melody cooed at the sleepy puppy, the owner chuckling as he nodded.

“My wife and son think so too, and he’ll make a great addition to a family with kids. Calmer than the rest of his litter too, more relaxed than the usual puppy. If someone doesn’t want this little guy, we’re gonna raise him,” He said, then looking over at Druig with a raised eyebrow, “You don’t happen to know a family who would love a puppy, would ya?”

Druig instantly knew, and a small smirk was there on his face since he knew he had to talk to one person first. Melody wasn’t paying attention, her eyes were back on the puppy who was still asleep in her lap and she giggled from seeing him kick in his sleep.

“Can I take a picture and make a call? I think I know someone who would be perfect for him,” Druig asked, the owner nodding as Druig took a quick picture of Melody snuggling the sleeping puppy. Druig then excused himself, walking down the steps and out of earshot to start his phone call. He had the plan all in his head, but he also wanted to have Clío on board. He had tried to plan something behind his wife’s back in the past, long ago before the kids were in the picture. Clío was always kind-hearted and would go with the flow, but Druig did step on her toes every once in a while. This would be different. Druig knew this would work, and it was all because of his nine-year-old girl.

“Hey Darlin’,”

“Hey! How’s It going out there? I thought you guys were coming back by now?”

“We are, but I have something I wanna ask ya.”

No more than an hour later, Druig was driving back into town with the radio softly playing and the soft wind coming in from the truck's open window. Druig kept his eyes on the road, though he had a quick moment to look over at the passenger side and felt his heart swell.

Melody was watching the scenery roll by, with the very puppy perched in her lap and watching the scenery too with his tongue sticking out.

The End

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I was wondering if I could request either a small fic or even headcanon of Druig or Clío, Melody gets sick for the first time as a baby and one of them is kinda freaking out about it but the other is like “its fine honey, just a small head cold.” I would really like to see this with Drío please! 🥰💗

A/N: AWWWW This is beyond cute and perfect! Thank you SO much for requesting this, my dear!

Worry

Summary: Who knew the stoic and always cool mind controller would loose his mind when his infant daughter gets sick. Clío did of course.

*This is a cute picture of actor Barry Keoghan (who plays Druig) with his son Brando, I HAD to use this since it looked perfect as an image of Druig and baby Melody.*

Warnings: Angst and fluff rolled into one.

Part of the Melody Series

Druig never thought he would be worried.

No, petrified was a better word.

It started with sniffles and a few coughs here and there, Druig noticing it when he held her first thing in the morning. She would usually be happy to be held by her father, opening her crystal blue eyes at him and having a sense of peace on her infant face. Druig loved seeing her eyes on him the first thing in the morning, it made his day already ten times better.

But on this morning, he could see she wasn't herself. The fussiness was evident, not finding the perfect way to hold her to calm her down from the sniffles and tears as she wiggled in his hold. He saw it in her face too, contorted in uncomfortableness and uneasiness. Melody was always an easy and happy little baby, so seeing her in such a state made Druig feel petrified.

His daughter was sick, and he had no idea what to do.

Forgive Part. 1

Summary - Druig and Clío get a visit from a ghost of their past.

Warnings - this one is mostly angst, so sorry :)

Author's Note - This is in an alternative timeline with Druig, Clío, and Melody, taking place when Melody's still a baby. I just got this idea of Druig and Clío getting a visit from someone from their past.

This is part of the Melody Series, but not officially since it's in a different alternative timeline.

"When are they gonna be here?"

"Less than a few minutes,"

Druig was skimming through a book on his couch as Phastos, Thena, and Makkari were in his living room. Makkari was next to him, touching up one of her trinkets from her recent visit to Egypt with her nimble and fast fingers, Thena was pacing on the living room floor almost like a predator looking for her new prey to eat, and Phastos was strumming away with his fingers against his legs. Outwardly, Druig was nonchalant and going over another passage in a book that he got from Makkari last year for Christmas.

Inwardly, he was confused as hell and panicking.

Sersi asked for all the Eternals to meet, an Emergency meeting no doubt. She didn't want to do it over FaceTime or on the phone, it had to be in person. Since the farmhouse was considered neutral territory, Sersi asked both Druig and Clío to have the meeting at the farmhouse. Of course, it was no problem, not to Clío and Druig. But the way Sersi seemed on the phone, Druig knew something was up. Maybe it wasn't serious, or maybe it was going to be vastly important. If it involved Melody, she would if told Druig or Clío right away. It might have involved her since Arishem was still at large and still had no prior knowledge of her or her existence. That was still in the back of Druig's mind.

But Sersi said it didn't involve his daughter, yet the meeting still had to happen.

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