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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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The Great War

Relationship: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Angst, canon divergence Summary: Druig had to watch you piece yourself back together after the Eternals split — and fears of facing tragedy once again rise when the Eternals end up at his doorstep. He’s determined to put you first this time, but nothing is ever that cut and dry, and you prove that. A/N: sooooooo I forgot about this one shot... Um, I believe I wrote it almost a year ago and it just sat on my computer so after some re-reading and editing, I think it’s okay to share! I hope you enjoy.

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He watched you from a far as you gave the children a tour of the garden. He knew it was your pride and joy and your face did nothing to hide the light that shined within you when one of the kids asked a question.

You could command the crops however you pleased, and your brain was packed with facts about every single thing that grew. You could go on and on for hours—Druig could personally vouch for that. Recently, you’ve been experimenting with hybrid crops, trying to find a new species to perfect, and you kept Druig very much in the loop about your progress every night before bed.

But he didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d listen to you talk about anything so long as that look of blissful happiness was plastered on your face.

Druig wandered a little closer to the garden, not close enough to draw attention, just enough to eavesdrop on your tour. He tried to look busy like he was inspecting a row of corn, but really you had his attention. Then again, he couldn’t think of many times when you didn’t crowd his mind.

"…and here we have some cabbage," you explained. The kids following you oohed delightfully.

Ah, yes. The cabbage. Druig chuckled to himself. A vegetable that has little business growing out here, let alone this time of year. But that was just the beauty of your powers. You could make pretty much anything sprout in nearly any environment.

It had taken some convincing for you to really use your powers. You had been so concerned with if growing certain things and aiding the villagers would go against the mission. But Druig had kindly reminded you that you two were away from it all. You were helping this civilization thrive—any means necessary.

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

Druig watched as you moved the young tour group to a vacant section of the garden.

"Here is where I hope we can start growing carrots soon," you said, motioning towards the freshly plowed land.

"Carrots?" One of the children said, her voice shakily repeating the word. "What are carrots?"

Druig smirked at the flood-gate the child had unknowingly opened. You wasted no time dishing out your detailed lecture on carrots.

You were just getting into a spiel about beta-carotene when a shiver went up Druig’s spine. Something was off, and he noticed it immediately. The village had been disturbed, penetrated by an unknown. He took a quick glance back at you to make sure you were alright. When Druig saw you were still drawing on about carrots, he let out a sigh of relief and left the garden in search of what had caused such a powerful imbalance on his land.

But his hunt hadn’t been a hunt at all. The problem made itself known immediately.

They were bold, he had to give them that.

***

The young student gave you one last hug before she ran back to her parents. You had made her home your last stop as you went about dropping the students off after the tour. She was a talkative one full of complex but beautiful questions and you absolutely adored that. You wanted them to be curious, to ask as many questions as they could think of. You’d answer them all as you had for their parents when they were young. And their grandparents. And so on.

You pulled your shawl tighter around you as you made your way through the village, looking for Druig. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed him observing your tour but you must certainly had. He was hard to miss and after all these years still managed to drive you a bit wild, even when standing there doing nothing.

You scanned the various groups of villagers but couldn’t seem to find your lover among them. You frowned and stopped at a congregating group of women. They were weaving baskets.

"Has Druig been around?" You asked in their native tongue. The women looked surprised at your question.

"He’s at the Center talking to our visitor," one woman kindly explained before turning back to her work.

You frowned. Visitors? What visitors? You didn’t see casual visitors this deep inland.

You thanked the women for their time and made your way to the Center. It was a nice communal space that held a variety of events, from meetings to religious services. It wasn’t too uncommon for Druig to be held up in there during the day, but the mention of visitors drew a lot of confusion for you. Why would he invite someone in?

Druig was very cautious about outside forces, to the point you got slightly annoyed about it. You’d only been out of the village a handful of times and were always met with Druig’s intense resistance. He was incredibly protective of you, sometimes bordering the edge of controlling—but you understood why. He loved you deeply and had promised to never let anything—or anyone—hurt you again. So far, he had kept his promise. But a sense of unusual nervousness filled you as you approached the Center.

You really didn’t know what you expected to find when you pulled open the door to the Center. Part of you thought you’d find Druig working on something. Another part of you thought he’d be having a meeting with these mystery visitors.

What you hadn’t prepared for was to come face-to-face with some old…pals.

The group of Eternals turned to face you the second you opened the door. Like you, it didn’t take them long to realize who they were coming in contact with. They bore mixed expressions, surprise and relief being the most evident. Well, except for Druig. He sulked off to the side, looking displeased when his eyes landed on you, but the others paid little attention to him.

Once the shock wore off, they mostly all greeted you joyously. You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your face as you soaked in this unexpected but welcomed reunion.

You didn’t think you’d ever see any of them again after the fateful night. The Split had been especially excruciating for you. The life and people you’d known, the routine and security, all vanished. You were a bit lost for a while until Druig had offered you a hand.

However, that malice and fear weren’t at the forefront of your mind right now. All you could focus on was your fellow Eternals coming together again, sharing a moment under one roof. It truly had been so, so long.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked after giving a share of hugs and happy exclamations.

Sersi, naturally, was the quickest to step up to the plate to answer your question. The light in her eyes faltered as she opened her mouth to speak, but Druig didn’t waste a second before cutting her off.

"Nothing," Druig spat. He stepped in front of you, nearly blocking your view of the others. Your brows furrowed at his commanding tone, but he didn’t give you time to retaliate. "We had some matter to discuss briefly, nothing special. They were just on their way out, actually. Why don’t you help the villagers prepare for dinner, dear."

"Dear?" It was Ikaris who spoke up now, unable to hide his surprise at the pet name that rolled off Druig’s lips naturally. But while it was Ikaris who said something, a look of surprise flashed on everyone’s face.

Druig ignored him, his focus solely on you. "Please, love."

You know you should’ve listened to your lover and usually, you do, but, in the moment, you couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on, even though you found comfort in the village. You knew this wasn’t nothing. Stuff like this didn’t happen. You knew these fellow beings too well. The reunion happening here wasn’t for shits and giggles. And they certainly weren’t here to just check up on you and Druig. No one did that.

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

Druig shook his head. "She’s been through enough thanks to all of you, thanks to all of us. The last thing she needs is to be put in serious danger."

Ikaris scoffed. "How about you let her speak for herself."

Druig shot the other man a glare you hadn’t seen in centuries. In fact, you hadn’t seen Druig this upset since the day you two had reunited.

"I haven’t seen you all in ages," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "I certainly am curious to know what brings you out here." You gave Druig an apologetic look but he didn’t refute. His features even seemed to get softer at your patient words.

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn’t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

You soaked in every word, completely stunned and alarmed by the news she had to share. When she explained they needed your and Druig’s help, you tensed. You could now understand why your lover had been so reluctant.

Unfortunately, Druig was also right in the fact that you didn’t need this, didn’t want this disturbance. You had created something beautiful and familiar here and your immediate desire was to go down with this ship.

So much was at stake on both fronts, and the surprise of it all wasn’t something you wanted to wrap your head around right now. Losing this? The land? The people? Everyone? Your hands shook as you spoke.

"I…I am sorry, Sersi, but I don’t see how I can be of any help," you said as gently as you could manage. "I think I may be better off here."

"Please, we need all—,"

"What have you done to her?" Ikaris asked Druig, cutting off Sersi and making everyone in the room jump. "What are you controlling her or something?"

Druig let out a wicked laugh. "Does she look like she’s being controlled, Ikaris? Frankly, I am insulted you would even think I’d treat her that way."

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

Druig marched towards Ikaris, leaving little room between them. His voice was bitter and hot as he spoke. "I am when it comes to the one I love. How dare you accuse me of that." Druig paused as he and Ikaris stared at one another as if challenging each other to say another word. When Ikaris didn’t reply, Druig took half a step back and turned to the group. "I think you all have overstayed your welcome, don’t you agree?" He looked around expectantly, but no one moved.

Cautiously, you broke the heavy silence. "This has truly been a lot for one afternoon. Maybe we should take some time to think. We can regroup later."

After an unsettling moment of everyone watching Druig like he was a ticking bomb, he agreed with your proposal. The others were quick to follow suit and, not surprisingly, looked relieved to have a moment out of the stuffy Center.

You happily showed the group where you gathered for meals, hoping they’d at least want a snack after trekking all the way out here. You enjoyed your dinner among the people and your friends and tried your best to refrain from bragging about the vegetables in the stew that came from your garden. You failed at that, but everyone seemed impressed with your crops. Druig held your hand through the entire meal, successfully but bitterly avoiding the questioning looks of the other Eternals. It had not been missed by you that you two were yet to explain your dynamic and how it came to be. Sure, a little flirting had occurred prior to The Split, but declarations of love must’ve been a confusing step.

But it was good. The moment was good and the evening was ultimately enjoyable. The villagers loved conversing with the guests. They were so welcoming and curious. The food was lovely. The company was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. Was this all truly in jeopardy? How could it come to this? You didn’t like having your heart heavy with this.

Couple of hours later, after you finished assisting with the cleanup, you found yourself sitting under a tree, away from the bustling village, snacking on some berries. You weren’t alone for long, though, as you saw Sersi make her way through the dense trees.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she took a seat next to you on the ground.

"Okay," you said noncommittally. You held out your hand, presenting a few berries. "Would you taste these? I can’t decide if they need to be sweeter."

Sersi chuckled. "Is this a ploy to poison me?"

You shivered. "I haven’t dealt in that in centuries."

One area of your powers you had always held back on was the way that, while you could grow the most delicious crops, you could also grow the most deadly. But there was no need to unleash that anymore. It did little to help the village.

"Alright," Sersi said with a shrug and took the berries. "But if they find my body out here, they’ll probably look at you first."

You nodded. "That’s fair."

Sersi tossed the berries in her mouth. She hmm’d. "So," she began, "you and Druig?"

"Yes," you replied to her question that wasn’t a question. Part of you hoped that would be that but Sersi’s unwavering stare made it clear she wasn’t walking away without the whole story. This came as no surprise.

You took a deep breath and began. "After Ajak sent us off I was…lost. So very lost. Everyone else just made their decisions and went on. I—I didn’t know where to go, where to begin. I had known one way, one goal, for as long as I could remember and now everything was upside down. Everyone went their own way. I felt left behind." You paused to take a deep breath. You hadn’t spoken of such things with anyone but Druig, but, then again, no one had been around to hear it. To ask.

"It took a couple of years, but I eventually came upon Druig," you continued. "He admitted he had tried looking for me but I was the only one off his radar. He then apologized for storming away. I shared my feelings on the situation—on The Split—and the villagers welcomed me. I’ve rarely left since. Over time, our usual flirting and banter grew. He’s just… He’s just it for me. He’s so kind and caring. He’s taken care of me in so many ways and I truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Up until today, I believed in fate. But maybe this was all just part of the plan. I could do without the pain and feeling…deserted but, in the end, this love has been good to me."

Sersi was silent as you spoke. She grew still beside you. Your spite had mostly subsided, but you still felt it was important to share, especially if dooms day was upon you. And while you had, for the most part, moved on and adapted, you knew Druig still held a bit of a grudge. Not to mention the anger he felt towards himself for leaving you, but over the years, you tried your best to ease his shame.

"Well, I—I didn’t— We, we didn’t…" You watched Sersi scramble to find the right words but her lack of reasoning wasn’t a bad thing. There was nothing to say.

"It’s okay," you assured her. "I’ve moved on. I’ve even made peace with all of it, I think." You looked back down at your basket of berries. "But there is someone who hasn’t quite come around to the idea of forgive and forget."

Sersi nodded. "Druig never quite seemed like the one to entertain such ideas."

"Please excuse his animosity towards the situation." You paused. "About earlier…"

"We do need you, truly," Sersi said. "I understand it’s frightening and you’re welcome to despise us but think about this place." She looked up at the trees and moonlight surrounding you two. "Everything’s so wonderful. The people, the place, the home you two have built. Don’t you at least want a shot to fight for it?"

You looked at the landscape around you. At the trees. The berries. The homes off in the distance. You hear the chatter of the villagers. The blow of the wind. The hum of the nighttime creatures. You closed your eyes, recounting the dinner, how nice it had felt to have so many of your friends together again. You wanted that all over again. You wanted this home you built.

"I think I was overwhelmed by all this…news," you explained. "And at first, I didn’t want anything to do with…anything. If the world was ending, I wanted to be here, in my home, but now… I don’t believe I can sit idly and let this place, these people, vanish." You opened your eyes. "More importantly, I can’t let my friends, my family, down."

Sersi took a moment and pattered your hand. "I’m relieved to hear that. You’re important, you’re valued. We can’t do it without you."

You shared a shy smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re happy about my decision. Lord knows how Druig is going to react."

"He’s shocked," a voice said from among the forest. You and Sersi whipped your heads around to find Druig walking out from behind a group of trees.

"I’ve never known you to eavesdrop so much, honey," you said, trying to keep the situation casual, but you were practically shaking.

Druig approached you two slowly. "Forgive me, my lady. I had only come to suggest we retire for the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to find you…conspiring," He shot a look at Sersi, who held her head high.

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

Sersi turned back to you. "I think you two should talk."

You hesitated but eventually agreed. Sersi avoided Druigs heated gaze as she left, heading back to the village. Druig took Sersi’s former spot next to you under the tree.

"You truly want to do this?" Druig asked softly, a stark contrast from his previous demeanor. "After everything, you want to help? You think we have a chance?"

"We have to try," you said. "For this. For us."

Druig took your hands in his. You turned to face him finding him very close. Your foreheads were practically touching. He stared into your eyes like you were all that existed and, for a second, it felt like that.

"I can’t bare to see you hurt again, love," he said. "And if we do this, there’s no telling what will happen after. There’s not even a guarantee we’ll make it out alive—,"

"That’s why we try," you pleaded. "And I’m aware this reunion may mean nothing. We’ll all probably go our separate ways again and that’s fine. I have a place to go back to. I have a routine and a garden and goals… But above all else, I have you. And with all that, I think I’ll be okay."

Druig searched your expression like he was expecting you to change your mind, but when nothing else left your lips, he nodded in defeat.

"If this is what you wish to do, I’ll follow you." He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek. "I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for and you always have the right to make your own decisions, do you understand that?"

"I know that, Druig. You were just being your protective self."

"That’s obvious?" He said with a humorless laugh. "I just want to see you happy, love."

"I am happy, Druig," you said, your eyes starting to well with tears—the good kind. "Happier than you’ll ever know."

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makeitmakesomesense · 7 months

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War and Peace

Eternal!Reader x Yelena Belova, Eternals Family Fic

@flufftober Day 2 Family, Friends and Loved Ones

Word Count 6.5K.

Your mother is the Goddess of War.

You were adopted by her when you were too young to remember.

Your mother, Thena has a sickness. It is called Mahd Wy’ry and there is no cure. Sometimes, she forgets herself. She becomes violent and she hurts people.

Her family worried when she brought you to them as a small child. Holding you tight to her chest, Thena called herself your mother.

She told you later that she would have fought the world to keep you.

Still, with her sickness, the potential danger couldn’t be ignored.

It was Ajak who made the final decision. She often did. She said that Thena could not hurt you. That even the thoughts of sickness could not make her harm her child.

The rest of your family were doubtful. But, in the end Ajak was right.

Your mother told you that the Mahd Wy’ry felt like church bells ringing in her mind. That sometimes they grew too loud to ignore.

‘But l always hear your voice.’ She told you when you were small, sitting in her lap and playing with her long hair. You loved listening to her speak, believing absolutely in the quiet authority of her words.

Your mother lived with her partner, Gilgamesh. They had been together for thousands of years. Ajak told you once that their souls had begun to bleed together.

When you were young, you didn’t understand that you were human. There weren’t many people to compare yourself to. You’d only known the eternal beings around you.

Your mother and Gilgamesh lived in the middle of nowhere. Before you had come, they had lived even more remotely in the Australian outback.

For as long as you could remember, you’d lived in Canada. When Thena took you in, Ajak’s only request had been that you would all move closer to her ranch in the US. Canada was the obvious choice. Thena’s sickness made the low population and empty landscape preferable.

You’d only met a few members of your extended family. Sersi and Ajak had been visiting ever since you were very small.

You loved spending time with Sersi. She was unwaveringly calm.

You knew your mother loved you more than anything. You felt it in the way she looked at you, in the way she held you tight when you were scared. But there was still a feeling, an uncertainty that her sickness brought with it. Sometimes, you would watch wide eyed as Gilgamesh had to remove her, silently but forcefully from the room.

Sersi was steadier. When you were little, she would sit quietly in the corner with you as the adults talked. She’d pick up small objects and change them for your entertainment. You never grew tired of watching glass turn to water, or stone to dust.

Ajak felt older than the others. She always brought you gifts when you visited. More often than not, she brought books that told you the ancient history of the world. Your family was in most of the stories. You would turn the pages, fascinated.

Ajak talked to you about everyone else in the family. Thena rarely mentioned the others and you could tell that she usually didn’t care about Ajak’s stories. Selfishly, you loved that Thena cared for very few and for you especially.

Ajak told you about the ones that had not yet met you, and about the ones that did not want to. Your family talked about Sprite sometimes. You’d met her once when you were very little. Now, she refused to see you. Ajak told you that being able to grow up was a special gift and that Sprite wished to be like you. That it’s hard to be around what you can’t have.

You didn’t understand what she’d said. You didn’t understand what growing up meant, that your life could not stay the same forever. It already felt so complete.

In your youngest years. When you had everything to learn and when learning always felt like play. You could remember only Thena. Even in your haziest memories, there was always the image of her white dress.

You remembered her tight arms and her soft songs. The sound of her heart as she carried you on long walks. The steady footfall of Gilgamesh beside you.

It was hard to understand that Thena could be anything other than your mother. Like the safe warmth of a cocoon, her love wrapped around you.

Gilgamesh was the perfect addition to your childhood memories. He made your house, a cabin in the heart of the forest, feel like a home. As you grew older, he showed you how to cook, build and fish. He gave you confidence with your hands.

He argued sometimes with Thena. Ever since you were young, she had refused to teach you how to fight. Gilgamesh wanted you to be able to defend yourself.

Thena’s very purpose was violence. It made up her character like love and a soul. You would watch her as she practiced with weapons that she conjured from the air. She never hesitated, even when she sparred with Gilgamesh in his worst moods. She fought like she was predestined for victory.

You did not have the same violence inside you as Thena. And though you knew she would never hurt you. The violence inside her scared you deeply.

You’d seen the same fear in her eyes too. Once when you were small, you’d tried to get close to Gilgamesh and Thena as they practiced fighting. You’d been curious about the quick, beautiful movements. Thena’s blade had been inches from your throat before she’d realized.

As you grew older, Thena’s sickness became a larger part of your life.

Gilgamesh had always tried to shield you from it. But a few incidents inevitably slipped through the cracks.

Once, Gilgamesh had left you both at the dinner table. He’d left to check the pie he was baking for later. You watched Thena’s eyes roll white, your own eyes widening at the sight. Her hand had spasmed with a dinner knife in it. You jumped in fear when it clattered against her plate. Thena told you that everyone was going to die. She gasped like she was underwater.

You’d never felt scared like that before. You didn’t recognise your mother. You watched her get to her feet, a new golden dagger sliding against her palm. You watched it slice easily through the thick wooden table that Gilgamesh had built by hand.

Thena turned her unseeing stare on you. Fear paralyzed you.

Gilgamesh dropped his pie as he walked through the door.

Thena apologized later. She didn’t need to, because you didn’t blame her. The haunting regret in her face told you everything. You didn’t hear her crying that night. But you saw the red evidence of tears in the morning.

You never blamed your mother. You just hated that she could be lost so easily.

The next time it happened, Gilgamesh had fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon. He was slumped in a comfortable chair across from you. You were watching Thena as she sketched in a notebook. Your gaze flickered between them, waiting with gleeful anticipation for Thena to realize. Gilgamesh was always accidentally falling asleep and it annoyed her every time.

When Thena dropped her notebook, you thought for a moment that she was about to reach over and nudge him awake. Then, she turned to stare down at the ground. Despite the sharp bend in her neck, she held herself rigidly still.

You heard her start to murmur incoherently and your heart sank unpleasantly into your stomach.

You started speaking to Thena in a low voice, watching nervously as a sharp weapon appeared in her hand. Her arm twitched erratically. Then, her head tilted towards you and with some relief you realized that she could hear you.

You kept talking, keeping your voice low to hide its persistent tremor. Slowly, the weapon faded from her hand.

‘I love you.’ You reminded her at last, reaching out to touch her hand. The touch seemed to bring Thena back to herself.

Her eyes stayed white, but a slow tear rolled down her cheek.

You moved forward, instinctive as you tried to take away her sadness.

‘Careful.’ Gilgamesh told you quietly.

It was not often that you ignored him, but you did then. You hugged Thena unsurely, your heart thumping with uncontrolled fear.

Thena held you tightly. Instinctively, she began rocking you gently. She began to hum some ancient lullaby from when you’d been smallest.

You knew that everything had changed that day.

The next time it happened, you were the one who talked Thena down. And the time after.

You watched a stress begin to fade from Gilgamesh. He seemed happier, more relaxed as he lived each day with one less worry.

Very occasionally, he left the two of you together. He would disappear for an hour or two at a time; to fish, or walk, or even to drink with strangers.

As you grew into your teenage years. You started to wish for more than the small, insular world that you’d been presented with so far. You couldn’t help wondering about the nearest town, just a thirty minute drive away.

You’d heard about other humans. About the wars they caused and the slow pace of their progress. Still you longed for a friend, someone like you.

Your future had changed too. You could see now that Thena would never be lost to her sickness again, not if you were there to help. Even as time forced you to grow up, you accepted that you would never leave this life. Your family would always be your home.

You’d heard about romantic love and about friendship, you’d seen pictures in books of the beauty that the outside world held. It didn’t seem as real as the small world you knew.

Gilgamesh knew your decision without you having to talk about it.

One day, when you were fishing together by the lake, he sighed and put his hand on your shoulder.

“When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world.”

You nodded at his words, if anyone could understand, it was him.

For your 16th birthday, there was somewhat of a family reunion. Sersi and Ajak had come to visit. So had Kingo, who you were meeting for the first time.

On the day of your 16th birthday, half the universe disappeared.

‘Probably just a coincidence!’ Kingo had scribbled in his last minute birthday card.

Your family had sensed the change like it was something in the air. You had been completely oblivious. One moment, you’d been sitting at a nearly full dining table. The next moment, Thena’s hands gripped your shoulders as she told you firmly to stay still. The warning in her eyes made you instantly obedient.

You watched your family leave and suddenly felt empty with inadequacy. You’d always admired the way your family’s own history was woven along with the world’s. You were proud to be your mother’s daughter. But, for the first time, you realized how little you had to offer to your family or to anyone.

You spent the rest of the day alone, trying not to be bitter about a global catastrophe and bad timing. You tried not to dwell on your new dark thoughts.

Your family returned in dregs throughout the evening. There was something tortured about the look in each of their eyes.

You touched Ajak’s arm worriedly when she returned. ‘We’ve seen a lot of human grief. It never gets easier.’ She said softly. You could feel the palpable heaviness from the room.

Whatever human suffering they’d witnessed had sent Thena over the edge.

Unlike the others, your mother didn’t come back into the house. Instead, you watched her from the window as she tread the same path through the forest, weaving in and out of trees with steady focus.

She ignored Gilgamesh as he talked to her from the porch. Her eyes were determined, but you caught the darker emotions wrestling across her face.

Thena circled the cabin all night, guarding all of you from nothing. You lay in bed that night, listening to her soft footsteps outside.

Every few hours, you heard the low pleading voices of different members of your family, trying to convince her to come back inside. Thena refused them all.

You’d heard that evening about the billions of humans that had suddenly turned to ash.

Your mind lingered on the thought. It could so easily have been you. You thought of your mother and what grief would one day do to her.

The next morning, everyone watched you as you made yourself breakfast, clearly worried that your mother’s strange behavior was upsetting you. Sersi stood with you, asking careful questions about how you’d slept.

You just shrugged, took out a second plate and began to fill it with breakfast for Thena.

‘It’s not her fault. She wants to fight anything that could hurt her.’ You said simply, glancing at Gilgamesh for confirmation. He nodded with an expression that seemed like a tired type of acceptance.

You interrupted Thena’s steady patrol with your offering of food. The serious look faded from her expression when she saw you standing on the cabin porch. Her mouth twitched into an automatic smile.

‘It’s been a long time since someone gave me an offering.’ She said wryly, slowing as she approached you. You sat with her on the wooden steps and began to eat. She didn’t speak and neither did you. Her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and you knew she was reminding herself that you were still there.

The others stayed for nearly a week. They discussed the snap endlessly, offering different theories about what humanity would do next. Thena barely paid attention. Instead, she stayed close to you, eyes flickering with constant readiness around the room.

Approximately 5 years later and half the universe returned. Thankfully, it did not ruin your birthday twice.

There is not much to say about the days before the quakes began. Your life had been outlined for a long time. Every day felt like another piece of an inevitable plan falling into place. Time blurred easily.

You knew Gilgamesh was pushing for you to have a more normal human life, but Thena would not be convinced. Your mother was unashamedly selfish in her refusal.

You heard her voice raise once as you returned from the forest.

‘She stays with us.’ Thena’s sharp tones caught your ears. ‘Her life will be over so fast.’

‘Exactly.’ Gilgamesh had thrown back with unexpected force.

You dismissed their argument as irrelevant. You knew you wouldn’t be leaving.

Gilgamesh’s only victory was teaching you how to drive.

After the driving lessons, when you returned back to the cabin, Thena would always be standing on the porch. The golden light of home would burn behind her. Her hands would grip the wooden railing as she waited for you.

‘I can’t protect you when you aren’t here.’ She told you, kissing your hair as you walked inside.

The Deviant came shortly after the first quakes rattled the Earth. The monster that had haunted your childhood nightmares found Gilgamesh alone in the forest. You were in the kitchen with your mother. Thena’s head had turned instantly at the far off sound. She was out the door before you could speak.

Later, they returned together. Immediately, you could tell that Thena was not all there. Gilgamesh kept his hand on her back, gentle but firm as he directed her back to the house.

Seeing you waiting for her on the porch, Thena’s gaze locked on you. She seemed fragile and you didn’t know what to say.

You kept your hand on her shoulder as you led her to the small garden behind the cabin. Summer was beginning and the flowers had started to bloom. You sat together. You let the sunshine and the rustling sounds of nature soothe the worried look in her far off stare.

When Gilgamesh came out to sit with you, he brought Thena her sketch pad. You watched with muted concern as she began to hurriedly chalk out strange, alien scenes. One after another, the drawings piled up.

‘I think the others will arrive soon.’ Gilamesh told you both. ‘Noone has seen a Deviant for centuries.’

Thena didn’t respond, hands still busy with her drawings. You brushed her shoulder worriedly as Gilgamesh headed back inside to make food.

Still without words, Thena grabbed your hand and held it tightly. You felt her apprehension thread inside you. Something terrible was coming.

Your mother made a dagger from the air and spun it with her fingers. You watched it twirl as fear seeped into you.

You only met Ikaris and Sprite very briefly. Together with Sersi, they had found Ajak dead on her ranch and now every plan had changed. There was no question that Gilgamesh and Thena would have to go with them.

There was no question that you would have to stay. Before they left, Sersi gave you a smartphone. You’d used her own phone briefly before, but still the technology was new to you. You promised to answer when they called.

Your mother did not say goodbye to you. Instead, she held your face gently between her hands. She looked at you with an expression full of worry. She pressed her forehead against yours and whispered ‘Be safe.’ It was the first time she’d spoken since the Deviant.

You watched your family leave and realized, as the loss of Ajak hit you with force, that immortality didn’t make them safe either.

Despite your quiet upbringing in the middle of nowhere, you had never known silence like this before. Two days passed and nobody called you. There was too much silence at the cabin.

You decided to drive into town, keen to be anywhere else. You knew also that if you could find the right signal, you could find news updates on your smartphone.

As you pulled into the usually quiet town, you noticed immediately the black cars lining the usually deserted streets. There were small groups of people caught in serious looking discussions. You drove past most of them, and finally pulled into one of the only free spaces left.

A blonde girl in a gray coat watched you park, she was leaning against a wall. You got out of your car and the blonde girl began to walk lazily over to you.

Before she even spoke, your heart started pounding in your chest. Her eyes slid down your white dress, a hand-me-down from your mother.

‘Are you looking for the monster?’ She asked casually.

You felt shy and scared at the same time.

‘No. What monster?’ You asked, looking automatically over your shoulder.

The girl’s eyes danced with amusement.

She gestured over her shoulder at the expanse of forest you’d just driven through.

‘Apparently, some hikers saw this giant alien creature.’ Her eyes widened dramatically. ‘Now the authorities have shown up.’

‘Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing.’ You said hurriedly, feeling overwhelmed. ‘Maybe it was a bear.’

The girl smiled patiently, as if your lie was obvious and she didn’t need to tell you. ‘I’m Yelena.’ She said after a moment.

‘I’m Y/N.’ You introduced yourself. Suddenly, you remembered the imaginary games you’d played as a child. Elaborate daydreams where you’d find yourself with a friend.

‘So, Y/N, why are you in town?’ Yelena asked.

‘Oh.’ You held out your brand new smartphone, brightening with a question that felt safe to answer. ‘I want to link this to the internet.’ You gestured vaguely to the sky. ‘But there’s no signal where I live.’

‘You live there?’ Yelena nodded back to the forest where the Deviant had been found.

You didn’t answer, scared to speak as you realized that this girl was much smarter than you. Yelena only nodded at your silence.

‘I can help with that.’ She gestured to your phone. ‘Help get it… linked up.’

‘Oh. Thank you, that’s so kind.’ You said gratefully.

Yelena suggested getting a drink at the local bar while she looked at your phone. You followed her inside, looking interestedly at the interior of a room that was not in your home.

The bartender looked you both up and down disinterestedly before returning his attention to the television set up at the side of the bar. There were two men, well dressed and serious looking, also watching the small screen.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ Yelena offered.

You racked your mind trying to think of what Gilgamesh often drank. ‘Can I get some mead?’ You asked.

Yelena’s eyebrows raised dangerously and you knew you’d said something wrong.

‘I don’t think they sell that.’ She told you, almost teasingly. ‘But I can ask.’

‘Right.’ You mumbled, embarrassment burning your cheeks.

She returned with two beers. You tried not to pull a face of disgust as you sipped yours. Mead was definitely sweeter than this.

Yelena’s hand slid across the table. A new feeling shot through your spine as you watched. She lifted your phone and began to look at the settings.

‘You were on airplane mode.’ She explained after a few seconds, handing you back the phone.

Your fingers brushed hers as you took the phone back. For a second, you forgot to breathe.

‘Right.’ You said again.

‘Easy mistake.’ She grinned, taking another sip of her beer.

‘Are you here to find the monster?’ You asked, trying suddenly to deflect the attention away from you.

Yelena shrugged. ‘It’s why I came. But now it’s much more interesting.’

‘Oh?’ You squeaked nervously.

‘The police found the monster pretty fast.’ She told you. ‘Cut up into lots of pieces.’

You kept your face very still.

‘Bit strange.’ Yelena commented as she continued to drink her beer. ‘Who goes into the forest with a blade. And who has the strength to use it like that.’

You remembered a name you’d heard over the dinner table.

‘Maybe it was the Avengers.’ You offered casually.

Yelena met your gaze then. Her stare was full of sudden unspoken sadness.

‘Maybe.’ She said at last.

You didn’t know how to tell her that you recognised her grief. You touched her hand unsurely.

Yelena’s eyes flashed and she withdrew her hand. You tried to ignore the sting of rejection, certain you hadn’t imagined the look in her eyes. You glanced down as your phone screen lit up.

Many missed calls and a single voicemail. You pushed your chair back, ignoring the screeching sound.

‘I have to -’ You muttered unthinkingly, as you called back the number and hurried to the door.

Sersi answered. Her calm voice soothed you immediately.

‘It’s over now. You’re safe.’ She said simply. You took a deep breath. ‘Is everyone okay?’ You asked.

Sersi hesitated. The pause lasted several seconds. Your stomach swooped with horrible anticipation.

‘Gilgamesh.’ You said hollowly as pieces clicked together. If it had been your mother, Gilgamesh would have found you already. Sersi said something else, but you didn’t hear. Numbly, you ended the call. You gripped the wall next to you and tried to breathe.

You made it to your car and started to cry. Half-blind from tears, you started to drive. Gilgamesh had been your father in everything but name. He had made your world safe. You’d never told him.

Regret clung like a bad taste in your mouth.

You drove back to the cabin, some part of you believing that Gilgamesh, or even your mother might be waiting for you. You found the cabin standing empty and knew that you were alone.

You stayed in your car until you were ready to check your phone again. One new message from Sersi.

‘Give her time. She loves you.’

You realized that you must have missed Sersi telling you that your mother wasn’t coming home. You stared at the cabin as dusk settled in. Without the usual bright lights inside, it seemed stark and unwelcoming.

You stiffened as a low rumbling sound began to build behind you. When you recognised the blonde girl driving the truck, you got out of your car to face her.

Yelena stepped out of her vehicle and didn’t hesitate.

‘Are you part of a cult?’ She demanded, scanning the forest clearing carefully. She moved next to you, guarded in her stance.

‘No.’ You muttered, wiping tears from your face.

Yelena looked at you like she didn’t believe you.

‘You try to order a drink from the 1300s. You don’t know how to use a phone. You’re wearing that dress. You get a mysterious call that makes you cry and then you hurry back to this creepy cabin in the woods.’ Yelena’s strong accent emphasized every word.

‘It’s not a cult.’ You muttered, using your sleeves to wipe more relentless tears. ‘My mother’s partner. He - .’ You choked on the words.

Yelena’s face softened immediately.

‘I’m so sorry. I am such an idiot.’ She told you. You felt her arms open and accepted the offered hug. You knew she was still a stranger but at that moment you only wanted to feel better.

‘Is your mother here?’ Yelena asked you. She sounded steady, as if she knew what needed to happen next. It reassured you. You shook your head. ‘No, she uh. I think that she’s taking some space.’

Yelena’s lips pressed together.

‘Is there someone else you can call?’ She asked at last. You shook your head, beginning to feel the heavy weight of grief. ‘I don’t know anybody except my family.’

Yelena looked worried then.

‘I think we should get out of here.’ She said at last, hand touching your shoulder.

Together, you walked into the cabin. Yelena waited in the living room as you disappeared to fill a bag with clothes. When you came back, you caught her looking interestedly at your mother’s chalk drawings. You didn’t care. The place felt so empty that you could barely stand it. Yelena led you to her truck and began to drive back along the road to the town.

You let her drive. You didn’t know where you were going, but you didn’t want to be alone anymore.

As you drove, Yelena kept asking you questions. About your family, your childhood, about your knowledge of the outside world. She flinched apologetically when her questions made you speak about Gilgamesh, but she didn’t stop asking.

You tried to answer as best you could. You couldn’t help trusting Yelena, but she was also the first human you’d ever met. You kept the details hazy, as you described an idyllic childhood lived in nature.

The truck approached a large sprawling mass of buildings. You looked curiously at the place that dwarfed anything you’d seen before.

‘Is this a city?’ You asked Yelena and she snorted loudly. ‘Sure, if 2,000 people can make a city.’

Your eyes widened, it was more people than you could imagine. Yelena parked in a hotel parking lot.

‘This is where I’ve been staying.’ She said. ‘Come on, I’ll get you a room too.’

A wave of inadequacy settled over you as Yelena walked you into the hotel. She spoke with the woman behind a desk, who gave you a sympathetic look. You brushed the tear tracks on your cheeks embarrassedly.

The woman booked you into the room next to Yelena’s. You walked up together.

‘Want to hang out for a bit?’ Yelena offered, as you stood together in the hotel corridor. ‘We could order food.?

You nodded, realizing suddenly just how hungry you were. Yelena had a practiced ease about her as she led you into her space.

You eyed the contents of her room curiously. Without your mother and the compelling gravity of your family home, the world felt brand new.

The small room was messy, a variety of debris emanating from an open suitcase that had been flung onto the small armchair in the corner of the room.

Yelena shrugged her gray coat from her shoulders and threw it over the suitcase. The gesture seemed casual, but you couldn't help wondering if it was intentional. You forced yourself to stay calm, it was natural that a person would be self conscious with someone new in their space.

Yelena picked up the hotel phone and started to dial for room service. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up but you couldn’t figure out why. Your gaze finally landed on the stack of books piled on the vanity across from you.

Fear trickled down your spine like ice water. A paperback of ‘The Epic of Gilgamesh’ lay on top of a copy of ‘Athena: The Story of a Goddess.’

You looked at Yelena, who stood frozen, watching you with the hotel phone still in her hand. You heard something like your mother’s voice shouting in your head. You bolted for the door.

You couldn’t run far and there wasn’t anywhere you could think to hide. You typed a desperate message to Sersi as you hurried down the hotel’s emergency exit stairs. You didn’t know if you’d sent it right. The message was a different color to the one she’d sent you earlier. Despair flared in your chest.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and the door swung open casually. Yelena stood in the doorway. Her eyes swam with guilt but you could tell from the tight line of her jaw that she was determined.

Any fleeting hope of finally having your first friend dissipated.

‘They shouldn’t have kept you like that.’ Yelena told you with forced calm. Her voice seemed to simmer with anger and sadness. ‘None of it was real.’

For the first time, you met someone else’s anger with your own.

‘Of course it was real.’ You snapped. You could guess Yelena’s intentions now.

Gilgamesh had always been there to protect your mother from herself. But he had also been there to ward off others who might see her potential as a weapon of destruction.

Now that job appeared to have fallen to you.

‘How did you find us?’ You asked. Your voice was quiet and you could feel yourself trembling. You had never felt anger like this before. You’d never met someone who wanted to hurt your family.

You suddenly knew as you clenched your fists that you were not weak. You had been raised by gods.

Yelena took a step forward.

‘Stay back.’ You told her furiously. She paused and her hands slipped loosely into her pockets. You waited for her to deliver a weapon from them but Yelena stayed still.

‘I didn’t know that they were keeping you there.’ Yelena told you abruptly. She was trying to hold your gaze and you weren’t sure if you should let her have it. If this is part of another trick that you wouldn’t see coming. ‘I was given a mission to find your mother. Someone is looking to pay her generously for her powers.’

‘I didn’t know about you.’ Yelena promised as she continued. ‘I’m not going to betray you, or your family.’ She hesitated. ‘I know what it’s like to lose people.’

In a flash, you remembered seeing her brief moment of grief earlier at the bar. You felt sudden indecision burn inside you. You took a deep breath and decided you wanted to trust her. You didn’t know if you were being reckless, you wished that you’d had some experience of the real world before today. Your family and your home felt far away.

‘Okay.’ You said at last. You walked forward and watched Yelena’s eyes widen as you reached out to take her hand. You didn’t know if this was what friends did, but you knew you wanted to. After a second, Yelena squeezed your hand back and you smiled. You were right, it was that simple.

Later that evening, you sat together on Yelena's bed, a pizza box in the space between you. You watched her silently, despite everything still in awe of the first real person you’d ever met. You already knew they weren't all this special.

‘But of course, you’re not actually an alien.’ Yelena ended her explanation of she'd found herself at your house, as she chewed the final slice of her pizza.

“Sometimes it feels like it.’ You admitted quietly. There was a long pause as Yelena watched you. You didn't look up, a strange shame seeping over you.

‘I was raised to be a soldier.’ Yelena told you at last in a tight voice. Her expression was brittle and when you looked up, you saw that her eyes were far off. ‘They brainwashed me into something that wasn’t even human.’

Something in her lost expression reminded you of your mother. You hummed cautiously, letting Yelena’s attention snap back to the room. You put a careful hand on her shoulder. Yelena blinked uncertainly and she looked younger. After a moment, she leaned her cheek against your hand.

The whole world was full of broken people. You’d never realized before. Yelena started to speak again.

You moved your hand without thinking, twisting it to brush the side of Yelena’s face gently. Yelena watched you, her expression was open.

‘You were a child?’ You asked, desperate to understand every piece of her and not knowing why.

Yelena nodded carefully, eyes never leaving you. ‘It took me years to get out. I found my sister again.’ She paused. If you hadn’t been holding her gaze, you wondered if she’d have continued with the truth.

‘She died.’ Yelena whispered into the quiet room. Wordlessly, you brushed a tear from her cheek with your thumb.

‘I’ve never said that aloud before.’ Yelena muttered, breaking eye contact and pulling her face away from you as she straightened up.

You looked at the intricate braid holding her hair back from her face. Memories of loving moments with your mother, Sersi and even Ajak flashed through your mind.

‘Did she teach you how to braid your hair like that?’ You wondered, letting your arm drop to your side. Yelena touched a piece of her hair reflexively and you noticed her breathing stutter.

‘Yeah.’ She said at last.

Out of nowhere, the hotel building began to shake, as if even the foundations had been startled. Your chest tightened as you remembered the text you’d attempted to send earlier. You slipped your phone out and saw bright bubbles of text appear one after another. ‘New message.’ and ‘Missed call’ repeated themselves like some secret code.

Yelena read the words over your shoulder, just as the building shook again.

‘Oh, fuck.’ She muttered, getting to her feet and slipping two knives from her pockets. Her eyes flickered to you apprehensively. In a rush, you felt the familiar uselessness of your childhood spent in the corner only allowed to watch your family fight. You knew she wanted you to stay out of danger.

The door came abruptly off its hinges and your family arrived in the room. You braced yourself as Thena walked in. Sersi stood behind her, her hands up and ready to use her powers.

Yelena’s gaze didn’t leave Thena, who was blazing in her fury. Yelena gritted her teeth and met her stare head on, she'd obviously realized that words would be useless. You watched her fists clench and then relax purposefully around her two knives.

Thena smirked as she saw the weapons in Yelena’s grip. You watched her create her own two daggers out of thin air. She took a step forward, her eyes trained entirely on Yelena. You knew she would kill her before Yelena could even raise a hand.

You blocked Yelena with your body. It was all you could do.

Thena’s knife caught your shoulder. The sting was sharp but Thena had stopped herself before any damage could be done.

She stuttered to a halt as if the mistake had burned her. She looked at you, furious and confused in the one breath. Panic was spreading behind her eyes.

Yelena stared at you too, as if she'd never seen you before.

‘I didn’t mean to worry you.’ You murmured to your mother, trying to calm the spiralling tension in the room. ‘It was my mistake. Yelena was being kind. She just didn’t want me to be alone.’

Thena gave Yelena a murderous stare. Sersi stepped forward, carefully interrupting the moment. Her hand touched your shoulder and you held back a wince as she inspected the area the knife had touched.

Yelena took her moment to speak.

‘It was a misunderstanding.’ She told Thena steadily. ‘I am sorry.’

Yelena glanced back at you, for a moment unsure. Then, she swallowed her nerves and spoke again.

'She's my friend.'

Your mother’s stare returned to you. Pain echoed back at you. Gilgamesh’s loss loomed suddenly. You let yourself fold into your mother’s arms. She hugged you tentatively and then with a kind of desperation that she’d never shown before. Tears pricked your eyes as you felt her grief wash over you like an eternal wave.

When she pulled back at last, Thena took your hands in hers and squeezed them. For a moment, you believed you were a child again, safe just because she was there.

‘He was right.’ Thena said quietly, after a moment. ‘I have to let you go.’

She kissed your forehead and her words sank in. You looked to Sersi and her mouth was tight like she had known this was coming all along.

At your look, Sersi spoke up. She told you about their spaceship and the idea to fly across the universe, warning others of the impending emergences on their planets.

It made sense then. If Thena walked the Earth then you knew she would always stay by your side. She knew that you would do the same. That’s why she was going to leave.

Your heart began to break into pieces. You wondered if it would have a soft landing.

You turned to Yelena, who’s face had stayed impassive for the last few moments. Her expression cracked suddenly.

‘My sister went to space once. She saved half the universe.’

She didn’t have to tell you that her sister hadn’t come home. You nodded, sure now that Yelena was someone you understood.

Thena and Sersi left that day, Eternal beings seemed to be ones that didn’t hesitate once their minds were made up.

A week later, you were sitting again in another hotel room. Yelena had driven you to Ohio, the one place she’d ever called home. It was a far cry from your own cabin in the woods.

You sat on a different hotel bed that wasn’t your own, surprised that the weight of change hadn’t crushed you yet. You stared at a beige wall, trying to let go of the future you’d once resigned yourself to. A future that you wouldn’t have minded, until the moment you’d met Yelena.

You felt her sitting next to you, a distant comfort coming just from her presence. She was being incredibly patient with you. The night before, she’d spent hours teaching you how to braid your hair.

She was more than just the friend you'd dreamed about. Desperately you wanted her to feel the same about you.

You were beginning to believe this was real to her too.

Hesitatingly, Yelena bumped her shoulder lightly against yours.

You looked to your left and saw her nervous smile waiting for you. Your heart thumped harder at the sight of it.

Yelena moved forward and her lips brushed yours. It was hesitant, soft and careful.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes met yours briefly. You could tell she was waiting for your reaction.

You reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

You'd known since that first day, when you'd brushed her tears with your thumb. When you'd stepped between her and the knife.

“When you love something, you protect it. It is the most natural thing in the world.”

#yelena belova x reader #eternals fic #yelena belova fluff #flufftober2023 #day 2

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"La Vie En Rose" - Ikaris x Eternal!Reader

Summary: You and Ikaris are finally ready to take a big step in your relationship. The two of you hare details about yourselves to really show how much you two have loved one another throughout your entire existence and since the failed Emergence.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+, very heavy smut in the beginning, loss of virginity, Persephone!Reader/Sephia is demisexual, spoilers, talk of WW2 and its aftermath, mention of suicide, Druig and Kaety are mentioned, almost character death, author tries to talk about music but has no musical background

Author's Notes: I think this might be the longest Ikaris oneshot ever on Tumblr, with a whopping 9.2k word count. For context, I would go to this masterlist, and read the very first post. I would like to thank Grammarly for making sure I don't write like a hill-billy. A huge thanks to @ethereal-athalia for her help. A lot of these ideas could not have been done without her input. I hope y'all have a wonderful Valentine's Day! I also plan to make a Valentine's Day for Druig x Hecate!Reader

Inside the Ritz’s Suite Chopin in Paris, clothes were sprawled across the room. Your dress had pooled on the ground where Ikaris zipped it off you as soon as the door closed. His suit jacket and tie had been removed before you two entered the room. Despite how frantic your movements may have seemed on the outside, you and your lover knew that this moment had been long overdue.

The blue rings in his eyes thinned as his pupils widened at the sight of your strapless bra with its matching lacy cheeky-cut underwear and garter belt. After you ripped his dress shirt and buttons flew across the room, you marveled at the mass of muscle and heavenly skin by softly revering his body with your touch.

You traced every scar and line on his body as if handling a priceless painting. Ikaris sharply hissed at the feeling of your feather touch ghosting over his body. He responded by lifting you in his arms and wrapping your legs above his hips while he kept a firm grip on your soft, ample bottom. He felt your muscles tense before relaxing, and your body melted into his embrace as if the two of you were bodies were born to be together.

“I love you,” he whispered with each kiss he pressed on your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ikaris,” you panted, “don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”

Trailing kisses down your neck, your lover never took his lips off yours as he carried you across the living room to the boudoir covered with pomegranate flowers. Laying your body gently on the goose feather duvets, Ikaris stood utterly captivated by how your hair framed your face like an ethereal halo.

The sight was nothing short of heavenly.

The luminosity of the moonlight shining through the overhead window gave your form a celestial glow. Your divine figure, added with the contrast of colors from the blossoms on the stark bedspread, made him wonder if this was all a wonderful dream instead of his cruel reality.

Sensing his fear that you were only an illusion, you sat up and took Ikaris’ hand from his side to press a gentle kiss on his palm.

“Ikaris, I am here. I am with you. We are together – now and forever, forever and always.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, your immortal paramour felt a mountainous burden topple down as the relief of knowing this moment was not a figment of his imagination. His Adam’s apple bobbed as tears welled up in his iridescent blue irises.

Ikaris brought his other hand to cup your other cheek before lowering himself to plant a feathery kiss on your forehead. He closed his eyes – savoring the feel of your skin on his lips as he tried to memorize the scent of your hair with the fragrance of the pomegranate flowers surrounding you.

“Ikaris,” you softly begged, “please kiss me.”

And who was he to refuse such a sweet request?

Pressing his lips to yours, Ikaris felt you lower yourself until your back was fully pressed against the bedspreads underneath them. No matter how much his lungs clenched for air, he refused to part for even a breath of air. But you softly pushed him back. Ikaris opened his eyes – prepared to ask if you needed to stop. But he stopped himself at the sight of your lust-filled eyes with the blush on the apple of your cheeks. You reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks of your brassiere before removing the rest of your undergarments.

Time slowed down frame by frame as Ikaris watched you further reveal yourself to him. A part of your hair fell forward to cover your breasts as you lowered your head and fixated on your gaze on the silky scarlet petal of the flower you rubbed between your fingers. Scars and marks dotted your body from battles between deviants in the past. Ikaris knew he was the only man you let see so much.

You sighed as you couldn’t help but feel like shrinking into the shadows as he stared.

“I don’t…I know I’m not as pretty as most of the women you’ve slept with. My body is a bit…, and I’m not as willowy and lovely as Kaety or Sersi. Even Thena is so beautiful and strong. My hips have a weird dip and –” You felt like crying for ruining the moment. “I’m making this so awkward – I’m so sorry.”

Ikaris quietly sat across you for a moment. Then he tipped your chin, and you were forced to look at his stern expression but heated gaze.

“Sephia, your body…it’s lovely. There isn’t a woman or creature more beautiful than you.”

You scoffed inelegantly, but Ikaris shook his head.

“I’m serious. Sephia, I – everything about you is so mind-bogglingly wonderous and beautiful. I have thought so since we first met on the Domo. Who could possibly have given you the idea otherwise?”

You leaned into his chest and let out a deep sigh. “It was no one in particular. I just noticed that men continually gawked at my chest whenever we settled into a new location. They would always stare when I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, when they were drunk, they would tug on my dress and comment that I was either too big or too small. It’s why I preferred to wear their clothing. I thought I attracted too much attention from my Olympian Attire, so I hoped to be noticed less in their garbs. I tried telling Ajak, but she told me not to pay attention to their actions since they were only curious. But it didn’t stop until I told Kaety.”

Hearing your explanation, Ikaris’ hold on you tightened. Once more, he was in your friend’s debt. How dare those lowly men cause you so much strife? Had he known of your troubles, he would have ensured that those fools feared for their lives. But he knew if you were aware of his thoughts, it would only push you away – so he remained quiet.

Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on both of your cheeks and whispered to you how honored he was for this moment. His hands caressed your thighs, and he had your legs straddled on his hips as he made sure you were comfortable on his lap. He let you take the lead by wrapping your arms over his shoulders and groaned at the feeling of you pressing his chest against your bare bust.

The way he moaned your name made your stomach clench. “Sephia. Thank you. I will show you how beautiful to me– tonight and every night from now on if you’ll permit me.”

You nodded your head against the crook of his neck. You didn’t trust your voice to convey your love for the man with you tonight.

But Ikaris needed more. “Say it, Sephia. Look me in the eye and tell me if you want us to continue.”

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to show your trust. “I want you to continue.”

Bringing you in for a heated kiss, Ikaris and you explored each other’s bodies with your hands as your lips were locked in a familiar embrace. He then trails kisses down your chin and travels down your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You wondered if he could hear how hard your heart was beating against the confines of your rib cage as you panted for air.

Ikaris used one hand to cup one of your flushed breasts covered in love bites and kisses. On the other, he put his mouth on your puckered nipple and swirled his tongue around the areola.

You slowly rocked your hips and whispered for more. “Ikaris, Ikaris, Ikaris – more, more, please.”

Your body was his paradise, and you were his angel. Everything about you – the perfume of your skin, the silky luster of your hair, the addictive scent of your arousal – it was both all too much and never enough.

Switching breasts to continue his services, Ikaris wondered if he could get you to cum without directly touching you down there. He felt emboldened by the challenge with the breathless praises spilling from your lips that were swollen and red from his kisses.

He traveled down to your navel while continuing to trace his tongue and lips across your skin until he stopped at your navel. Dipping his tongue into your navel region, your initial reaction was a giggle, but then he used both of his hands to reach for your abandoned mounds to massage them. The rough calluses on his fingers gave way to new sensations unbeknownst to you, making your laughter change to moans.

Arching your back, you called out his name with your sweet voice. “Ikaris- Ikaris! It’s too…it’s too much!”

As you arched your back, you pushed your chest further into his hands. He tendered cupped them before giving them a hard squeeze and then used his fingers to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging them brought tears to your eyes as the pleasure from the attention he granted to your bosom with the swirling of his tongue in your navel.

The feel of Ikaris’ hot tongue contrasting with the cooling spit from his saliva only added to your rapture. You felt your stomach tighten into an invisible coil as you clawed and grasped onto the bed covers to ground you. The coil became tighter and tighter until your lips started to tremble as your core clenched around nothing, and your mouth opened to let out no noise as your vision went white. Your body squirmed, and you clamped your legs to unsuccessfully quell the sensations.

Ikaris’ mouth traveled down to your nether lips as he removed his hands from your breasts to spread your legs and put them over his shoulders. Although the sight of the Eternals’ strongest fighter between your legs was certainly an arousing view, you couldn't contain snorting at the absurdity of it all.

Your cerulean-eyed beloved raised a quizzical brow to showcase his offended feelings.

“And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing right now, flower?” he asked in a monotone voice.

“I’m sorry-” you couldn’t stop laughing “-I’m so sorry – I just never imagined being in this situation with you – with anyone.”

He gave you a flat look for you to continue.

You went on with your explanation. “For so long, I have never felt this way. You- you aren’t the first person I’ve been with – romantically, at least – but I could never feel myself wanting to go further. It always felt like something was stopping me. For so long, I thought something was wrong with me. And then, after talking with Kaety and Phastos, I thought I might be asexual. But it hadn’t been until those moments we spent in the field outside the village that I- I felt a bond transform from friendship to what I didn’t realize to be love to- to this.”

You stopped laughing and lifted your torso on one elbow to reach him. You cupped his face with one hand, and Ikaris nuzzled his face into your palm – welcoming the feel of your silky touch. In your eyes, there was enough love to make the world outside this room disappear.

“I haven’t felt this way for anyone but you. It was such an unexpected surprise, but I wasn’t scared. I think it was because- well, despite everything, I never felt unsafe around you. Ikaris, the years I spent with you after Thanos’ Snap and before the Emergence were some of the happiest years of my life. I don’t think there are words to describe how much I love you.”

It was only when you stroked your thumb on his cheek that Ikaris realized he was crying. As Ajak’s most trusted and loyal soldier, he had an image of stability to maintain. Before his suicide attempt in flying to the sun, he could count the number of times he cried throughout his life on one hand.

The first was when a deviant managed almost to sever his spine. The pain was so terrible. It took the efforts of Ajak and Kaetlyn to stop him from bleeding out and close the gash, but not without a garish scar across his back.

The second was when you left him and what remained of the team after Kaetlyn and Druig left in response to the genocide of Tenochtitlan citizens from Spanish conquistadors. He was hurt and felt betrayed. He called you weak and naïve to believe that you, Kaet, and Druig had better judgment than Arishem for humanity’s future. While your leaving broke his heart, his sobbing resulted from the pained look on your face from his words. He cried for three days after your departure.

The third time was after he killed Ajak. It broke his heart to kill the one he admired and followed for so long. She wanted to stop the Emergence and stop Arishem’s Grand Design of the birth of a new Celestial. But to do so was to condemn you to a slow and painful death, and Ajak knew that. The Avengers destroyed your regained health when they brought back the rest of humanity.

Ikaris knew that destroying the planet you loved so much would have brought you more pain than your illness, but it was humanity that weakened you so much from the beginning. If the Emergence must occur, Ikaris was sure he could ask Ajak to convince Arishem to allow him to keep his memories. If he had, he would have been able to love you from the beginning of everyone’s rebirth.

But he failed, and it nearly cost him you and your sister. The memory Druig implanted in his mind would haunt him forever. It was so unnatural to see Kaety so lifeless, so cold. The sight and Aisling’s screams with Laoise’s cries made it worse.

The fourth was when he stood before Sersi as her frame kneeled atop Tiamut’s emerging body. You lay unconscious as you allowed your new leader to use your cosmic energy to kill the infant Celestial but also to use your body as a medium to use the Celestial’s infinite amount of cosmic energy to revitalize the Earth. Standing in front of his sister as she kneeled next to your body, Sersi was ready to accept her death at her brother’s hand. But Ikaris could not steel his resolve to aim his heat vision at her heart.

He could not kill his sister – not when she was the one person he could ever love as much as he does you. She was the only person who trusted more than anyone in the world. She knew all his secrets and was the first to realize his love for you.

Just as Kaetlyn was your sister, Sersi was his. And so all he could do was let himself be used to destroy Tiamut, give one final goodbye to his sister, and give you one final kiss before he flew to the sun.

Your voice broke him from his thoughts. “Ikaris? Are you all right?”

“Yes, flower,” he answered with a smile. “Thank you.”

“‘Thank you?’ Whatever for?” Your confused expression was so utterly adorable.

“Everything, I suppose,” he said while shrugging. “Sephia, you said you never imagined making love to anyone for thousands of years. But for me, it was all I could think about with you. As I said that night on the balcony, ‘I was made to love you.’ And I will say these words and show you how much I mean them for however long you permit me.”

Your heart sang out to his at his sweet words. You reached to pull him down for a kiss before whispering in his ear.

“Ikaris, will you make love to me?”

“Yes,” came his immediate answer. “But first, I must prepare you.”

“Has that not been what you’ve been doing so far?”

Your immortal worshiper gave you a lascivious grin in response. “My petal, this had only been the beginning.”

Your hands clenched his hair in a feeble attempt to get him to ease Ikaris’ feasting. But all your actions brought were him spreading your legs further apart. The feeling of his tongue flitting over your clit as he drove fingers to furiously thrust inside your cervix to the point of making you weep in ecstasy.

It started with one, then it became two. Soon, he added the third, and the pain from the stretch quickly drove you to a state of nymphomania. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, and it was far more intense than its predecessor. You felt your body spasm for a little bit before relaxing into the mattress as Ikaris languidly stroked your walls to carry out your climax for as long as possible.

This wasn’t the first time he had eaten you out, but it was the first time he could do so without interruptions.

As your essence spilled on his tongue, Ikaris let out an obtusely loud, close-mouthed groan, and its vibrations added to your overstimulation. Your body’s nectar was ambrosia worthy to be tasted only by gods. It was addictive enough for an Eternal such as himself to get drunk on it and crave its taste for all eternity.

He removed himself from the bed before frantically unbuckling his belt and stripping himself of his black slacks and boxer briefs. The way his shaft sprung out and its head hit Ikaris’ naval region made your eyes widen. It must have been around eight inches long, and the sight of it made you unconsciously clamp your legs close. It was pulsing dark pink with veins running along its length, and its head looked so swollen and red that it neared to purplish hue with a pearly white bead of precum leaking out.

You’ve seen corpses and anatomical diagrams. Kaety was the more explicit one out of the two of you. She had no qualms sharing even the most graphic details of Druig’s…thing.

But this was the first time you saw it in person, and you didn’t realize men could be so…big.

“Does it hurt…being like that?” you hesitantly asked as you reached forward to touch it. But he softly grasped your hand from getting too close.

Ikaris chuckled at your innocence. “It doesn’t hurt per se, but it is very sensitive. And if you touch it, I cannot promise you that I will last long enough to enjoy it.”

Kneeling on the bed, he carefully grabbed his length and positioned it just outside your soaking womanhood.

He cupped your cheek and brought your eyes to him. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Don’t think about me. Do you want this?”

Looking into his eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming sea of love that was his beautiful blue eyes. You admit you still felt a twinge of fear. But more than fear, more than lust and desire, you felt safe. What you shared with Ikaris was more than how you ever hoped to feel with someone. It was real – what you shared with this man was true and went beyond physical attraction. Your bond with him had only grown stronger since his return; nothing would ever change that.

“I’m ready,” you whispered as you felt the increasing rate of your heartbeat. “I love you, Ikaris. With all of me.”

He positioned his cock until its head had just entered you. You sharply sucked in a breath.

“I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible. Take a deep breath if you need to. I won’t move until you feel like you’ve adjusted to it. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. I promise.”

“I know,” you replied. “I trust you.”

He gently pushed himself inside you inch-by-inch. The stretch of your walls around his manhood was almost painful. He was halfway inside you when you asked him to pause with two thin trails of tears running down your eyes.

“I just -” you gasped, “- I just need a minute.”

Ikaris softly stroked your cheek before catching a tear under your eye. “It’s okay. Take all the time you need.”

When you nodded to show you were ready, Ikaris continued to insert himself inside you until he fully bottomed out slowly. When he reached his hilt, he let out a mighty groan and husky rasp as you took a sharp and loud intake of breath. Despite how well-lubricated you were, the stretching of your cervix to accommodate his size was more than you expected. Thankfully, your lover did not move for the sake of you being able to adjust to the feel of him inside your tight walls.

Ikaris propped himself on one of his elbows as he hovered above you. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his moans, but the feeling of him being swallowed by your warmth was more euphoric than he could ever dream it to be. He lowered his head enough to kiss away the tears from your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered so sweetly. “This discomfort will pass, my love. I will not move until you are ready.”

Thank the stars he prepped you earlier. If he hadn’t, you weren’t sure you would have been able to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It was the strangest sensation. You felt so full – as evidenced by the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach – but the fullness was almost comforting.

It was evidence that you and your love joined bodies and became one.

You slowly wrapped your legs around Ikaris’ waist. Despite the discomfort, you wanted to feel as close and connected to the beautiful man hovering above you as possible. Soon, the pain lessened to a sting, and it dulled further before shifting to pleasure. It was not long before you craved the friction from Ikaris’ shaft moving inside you and slowly began grinding your hips against him to ease the ache inside you.

Ikaris could feel the fluttering of your cervix and your walls becoming more slick from your increasing arousal. Feeling your hips moving against him, he couldn’t stop the teasing leer at your squirming and the soft moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

“Does it feel good? I wonder how it would feel if I did this–” he pushed his hips to give a shallow thrust and reveled at the way your back was so beautifully arched.

Your cries were no longer laced with pain but adorned with shock from the unexpected pleasure.

“Oh? You like that?” he chuckled in smug amusement. “Fuck, your body is so responsive. You have no idea how much your sweet cries add to my ego.”

“I-Ikaris!” you stammered as you frantically moved your hips. “Please!”

“Please what, my flower?” he teased. “You know I can’t do anything until you provide explicit instructions.”

You wailed in frustration. “You know what I mean, you cruel man! I-I need you to m-move! I want to feel everything! PLEASE!”

Throwing all inhibitions to the wind, Ikaris gave you precisely what you wanted by giving hard, powerful drives. The squelch of your folds from each thrust was downright sinful and caused you to cry out his name. The slapping of his hips against your thighs, coupled with his gruff grunts and your high-pitched mewls, made for the most erotic symphony.

You felt so embarrassed by your reactions, but there was no use in holding back your reactions. You put your arm over your eyes to maintain some semblance of dignity, but Ikaris pinned it down to the side of your head. You opened your eyes to see if your lover was as out of control as you.

You were shocked to see how nearly black his eyes were, with almost no evidence of his lapis-lazuli irises. His lips had a thin, wet sheen of film covering them, and his hair was wholly tousled and unkempt from his usual militant style – a result of you running your fingers through it and yanking it.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cover your face,” he rasped. “I’ve waited for this moment for seven thousand years. All those years of watching those men stare at you with lustful eyes – every soldier, king, even fucking Thor. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it – what right did I have to do so? But tonight- tonight, I ensure that you will never want anyone else but me.”

You shook your head. “No…only you- I only want you, Ikaris. I swear!”

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he cooed. “You feel so perfect – gripping me so tight. Do you feel as good as I do, my flower? Can you feel how I was made for you? As you were made for me? Can you feel how greedy your cunt is for me – I fit so perfectly inside you.”

The euphoria between you two reached such a crescendo that your bodies were frantically rocking against each other at an erratic tempo. You reached forward to cling onto his shoulders as you brought him in a close embrace. The only thing that mattered to you was the man above you and the love overflowing between you. The only thing that mattered to Ikaris was the feeling of you under him and knowing this wasn’t a dream.

The rest of the world disappeared, and the noise from the festivities of the City of Lights became white noise. The only sounds you could register in your lust-hazy mind were Ikaris’ hoarse groans and hushed gasps. The only sounds Ikaris could hear while in his bliss-intoxicated state were your breathless whimpers and sharp cries.

The two of you looked less like the gods humanity regaled in myths and legends and more akin to wild beasts. The sight of your legs tightly wrapped around Ikaris’ waist and the vulgar rings of the slapping of skin from him pounding into you was sinful. The feel of your full and soft breasts rubbing against his hard pecs only heightened the pleasure.

The familiar coil in your stomach returned, and its intensity was reaching a point of almost unbearable pleasure. All you could do was continue to cling to your lover with your nails dragging down his back as he continued to slam into you. Ikaris cursed under his breath at the feeling of your nails scraping long red marks on the skin of his back. He felt your walls start to tighten to show that you were reaching your peak. He increased his tempo to a relentless pace as he felt your walls continue to grip him.

With his newfound vigor, you became all the more aware of how he dragged each and every inch of his cock in and out of you. Your cunt wept at the way his new pace made you stretch even wider to accommodate for all of him. His rough patch of curls around the base of his cock hitting your swollen clit made your mind go blank.

“Ikaris!” you wailed. “Slow – slow down! I think – I think I’m going to – oh, FUCK!”

“Let go, Sephia,” Ikaris grunted. “I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock. I want to feel your walls creaming around me as your womb begs for my cum to fill so much that it leaks.”

Refusing to part from you, he snaked his arm to the space between your legs to press your swollen clit. The pressure from his fingers pinching your nub broke the dam inside you as your juices sprayed and soaked Ikaris’ manhood and naval region. Your back arched, and your legs trembled while the rest of your body pathetically spasmed from the intensity of your release. Your vision went white, and your mind was filled with blissful static as drool dribbled out of your mouth, hanging open at the sheer shock from the release of pressure.

When you came around him, Ikaris gripped the sheets so hard that he heard a faint rip as he felt a mass of textiles clump in his hand. If the fluttering of your cunt was heavenly, then the feeling of your walls clenching so hard around him as you sprayed your essence around him was euphoria. Using both hands, he unhooked your legs around his waist and spread them wide apart until your feet dangled by his head. The new position allowed him to reach so deep in you that he felt the tip of his shaft hitting the entrance of your womb.

He chased the end of his release as you senselessly babbled – your mind was too far gone from your climax, and all you could do was take all of him until he was done himself. It was not long until he felt his body tense, and he thrust himself into you to the hilt and came with a thunderous shout that echoed with your loud cries. The shift of all his weight ramming into the warm and wet hole that greedily latched onto him brought you a new sensation so pleasurable that it rocked on the edge of pain. The spilling of his hot seed inside your womb made you further cling onto him as tears streamed down your cheeks – as if melding your bodies into one being.

Ikaris completely let go of all of his tensions as he lay on top of you – panting for air. Your heart was racing as you tried to catch your breath. For a few minutes, the two of you only wanted to bask in the feel of you together in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

Not wanting to crush you with his weight, Ikaris gently tried to pry himself off you. He thought it would be best to grab a wet rag to help clean you or at least give you some water, but you refused to let go.

“I like feeling you inside me,” you whispered, your voice was a bit hoarse from your screams and cries.

His voice sounded more gruff than usual as he chuckled. “You shouldn’t say such things unless you’re prepared for another round. And by the looks of it, I think you’ve had enough for one night – especially for your first time.”

Ikaris stroked your cheek as he smiled at the sight of you. Your hair was tousled, and your skin was flushed to a lovely hue. There was not a patch of your neck that was not completely littered with red splotches from his bites and kisses. Your eyes were wet from the tears that streamed down your cheeks, and there was a small trail of drool from your mouth.

You were the very image of erotic perfection – only to ever be seen by him.

“…Was it good?” he hesitantly asked. “How do you feel?”

“I feel…at peace,” you replied after a few moments of thinking. “I don’t really feel any different from before. I certainly wouldn’t object to doing it again. But I just feel…content- and happy. Does that make sense?”

You felt your love’s feather-soft lips press against your hairline. “Yes, it does. But are you sure you don’t want to clean yourself? I know your thighs will feel…sticky in the morning if we don’t wipe it off.”

You shook your head. “No, I just want you here with me.”

“At least let me get you a glass of water,” he reasoned. “Believe me when I say you’ll be grateful for it in the morning.”

“Fine,” you relented with a pout. “Hurry back.”

He lowly chuckled as he lowered himself to plant a soft kiss on your temple.

When Ikaris returned with your water, he found you bundled under a cocoon of the bed’s sheets and covers. Shaking his head in amusement, he placed the glass on the nightstand on your side of the mattress. He carefully lifted the covers, not to wake you from your well-deserved slumber, and crawled under them before gently shifting your body in his arms.

As Ikaris closed his eyes and felt the beckoning lull of slumber reach him, he swore he could hear the tune of a trumpet blowing as a rich timber voice sang a familiar song that held a special place in his heart.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

With a peaceful smile on his face, Ikaris dreamt of a dear memory. It happened in Paris only over seventy years ago. He recalls the day he first heard the phrase ‘rose-colored glasses’ as if it were only yesterday. Unbeknownst to him, you were playing the same memory in your sleep.

Paris in February 1948 was a less-than-ideal time. The weather was dismal, and the air was filled with smog and cigarette smoke. The snow surrounding him more resembled ash blown from a forest fire than frozen ice particles falling from the heavens. People were still hurting from the losses they suffered in the war. The industry was ruined, food was severely rationed, and housing was in short supply. The once luminescent City of Lights and her people were living in misery.

But Ikaris’ longing to see you was greater than his misery.

You had been visiting the graves of soldiers and victims across France every February since the signing of the Paris Peace Treaties in 1947. While there were thousands of unmarked graves, you knew the names of each fallen soldier and nameless body. The Earth whispered each person's tale as their blood spilled to the ground. You would breathe their name to a single red poppy before laying the bloom on the ground. It was too little while also being too late, but you wanted to show your thanks.

Your heart ached at the thought of anyone crossing over without someone remembering them. You walked these hallowed grounds because these brave men and women had fought for that privilege. You walked to honor and thank them.

It was what Kaety and Phastos would have wanted. It was what James would have wanted.

Feeling a sudden shift in the air, you did not need to look to know who had joined you.

“Hello, Ikaris,” you greeted your friend while still kneeling on the ground. “What brings you here?”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied. “Is that not what friends do?”

You bitterly laughed under your breath. You finally stood from the ground to face your old “friend.” It hurt to see how beautiful he remained despite how he impassively stared at you – as if you meant nothing to him.

“Are we still friends?” you asked. “After everything?”

If your questions hurt him, Ikaris had not let it be shown. But he at least had the decency to soften his tone and look down at his feet, slightly admonished.

“I suppose I deserve that,” he answered. He looked up to face you once more. “Sephia, I…I missed you.”

A new wave of tears threatened to spill as you scoffed at his words.

“Cruel man,” you inwardly wept. “Cruel, cruel man.”

“Forgive me for my reaction,” you scornfully replied. “But I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how we left things between us last time.”

The last time you had seen Ikaris was over fifty years ago when he visited you in the small open field outside Kaety and Druig’s commune. It was your usual meeting place for the past two centuries. It was close enough to the village that Kaety still felt your presence but far enough to ensure your meeting remained private.

The first time he came, you were so happy to see Ikaris. You were terrified at the idea of him forever hating you for joining Kaety and Druig in seclusion. He had criticized you for going against Arishmen’s orders. He told you it mattered little of what you and Kaety did – humanity was doomed to fail.

The last you heard from Kingo was that Ikaris had disappeared from Earth. No one had seen him since Ajak sent all of you away – not even Sersi or Sprite.

His reaching out to you over everyone else meant so much to you. Perhaps it was selfish, but it made you happy to know your talks and meetings with Ikaris were done without anyone’s knowledge. Not even Kaety knew of his presence. You two would talk about the world that was changing around them while reminiscing about the world that had passed.

With each talk, you felt your bond with your friend strengthen. With each meeting, your attachment to Ikaris became more profound as you often craved to see him just hours after he left. Your feelings grew to the point where you could no longer contain them. It felt like you had laid your entire heart on the line.

“Would you stay here?” you softly asked. “Would you stay here with me?”

And then he left, leaving you in the field by yourself.

“Did you hate the idea–” you hastily inhaled to stop your voice from breaking “– of staying here so much? Could you really have not found any joy in what I do here for those people?”

Ikaris reached out to hold you in his arms.

“No,” he whispered in your hair. “No, Flower, that’s not it. I swear… I swear that’s not it.”

He should not have come. If he were a better man, he would have let you hate him until you could forget him. But he knew you were alone, and his selfishness won out in the end.

“Then why?” you cried. His shirt muffled your words, but your voice broke his heart. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you come back? Every year, I waited in that field! Because I thought our friendship meant something to you! But you never came!”

“Sephia,” he explained, “I could have never been who you needed me to be for those villagers. I have nothing to offer them but my combat skills.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. “Everything you told me that night – you were right. It doesn’t matter what any of us do. Humans will destroy everything themselves. Just look where we are now.”

You and he looked at the thousands of white crosses that stood from the ground. You still had nightmares about the bodies surrounding you as hundreds of soldiers entered your tents – only to pass away from their fatal injuries. So many graves without names were men and women you treated before you had to bury them.

Kaety still woke up every night screaming at the horrors and abuse of the victims of Unit 731. What remained of the records of Ishii Shiro and his use of anthrax and the plague as biological warfare would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her thrashing had almost gotten to the point where she ordered Druig to sedate her if she ever accidentally hurt herself or him.

Phastos was practically left in a continuous catatonic state after leaving the site of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But during the times he came back, he could only weep out apologies to the millions of victims for his interference with humanity’s technology from the beginning.

“Was everything we thought we were building for nothing?” you asked. “Was this planet and its people doomed from the start?”

Ikaris only stood silently. He wondered if he was more cruel not to tell you the truth of Arishem’s grand plan after Ajak told him so long ago. But he wanted to see your smile for however long he had left. You were so proud of your creations, and rightfully so. Not knowing what else to do, he figured to let his actions speak more than his words.

“Can I show you something?”

He took you in his arms when you nodded. He lifted the two of you to a dark alley in Paris next to the Seine. The lights surrounding them with the people walking along the river bank made the night cold winter night less cold and desolate than the hopelessness you felt in your heart.

It was a pretty sight, but the view couldn’t have been the only reason why Ikaris brought you here.

“Look around you.” He spread his arms to emphasize his point. “What do you see?”

“…Litter and pollution?”

“Besides that.”

You tried to look harder. “Ummmm…people?”

“Exactly, people who are alive. A florist who sells flowers in the spring to young lovers because she wants to share the fruits of your labor with the world. Families who tour the Gardens of Versailles because they want to bask in the splendor.”

You understood Ikaris’ point. You were the one who tried to explain it all to him for so long, but everything seemed so hopeless now.

“Sephia,” he spoke your name to break you from your thoughts. “What you brought into this world was not for nothing. It never was. You are why people can find beauty and joy in the simplest pleasures.”

You wanted to say something – anything. But words failed to come to you. They always had during the most important events. Suddenly, you heard the melody of one of France’s favorite songs creep into your ear. You felt your Ikaris softly grasp your hand as he gently led the two of you to the direction of the melody.

It was a mixed jazz band playing in the middle of a packed Place Vendôme. They were playing La Vie En Rose.

The symphony of clarinets and flutes made for a beautiful melody. The saxophone altos, French horn, and trombone gave the song a homophonic texture. But the real star of the ensemble was the trumpet. It added a sense of joy and lightheartedness that so deeply contrasted the past decade.

“A favorite demon of yours told me this song was all the rage in France a few ago,” he quipped. “Care to show me why?”

You rolled your eyes. “You really need to stop calling Kaety that. She’ll bite your head off for being unable to think of a new nickname after seven thousand years.”

Ikaris took a few steps forward before turning to you and held out his hand. You only stared at it before realizing the meaning of his gesture. You stared at his face with wide eyes and a gaped mouth to represent your shock.

“You,” you choked out, “want to dance? In the middle of the square?”

Ikaris only shrugged. “Why not?”

“But…but, there’s just – there’s so many people around!” you stammered.

“That’s never stopped you before in Reykjanesskagi.”

“That was during the Maiden’s Day festival!”

“You know, you’re starting to hurt my feelings with how long you’ve kept my arm like this.”

You huffed out a breath in annoyance before you reluctantly reciprocated the gesture. Ikaris must have known that you wouldn’t refuse a dance, especially a dance to one of your favorite songs. You hated bringing attention to yourself, but you loved to dance. You didn’t know what it was – but you could always lose yourself in the notes as your body moved in tandem with the tune. Whenever there was a festival or celebration in any city where the Eternals were stationed, you and Kaety would disguise yourselves as peasants or low-born nobility to fade into the background. So often, you would lose yourself in joy that you would accidentally make flowers bloom around you, even in the harshest winters.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Ikaris pulled you close to his chest. One hand was placed on the small of your back while one of your hands clutched on his shoulder. But the other was firmly clasped in his other hand. Before you began, you saw a few other pairs sway to the band. It eased your nerves to know that you and he were the only pair dancing in the historical square.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Everyone around you seemed to be dancing in slow, expressive, rhythmic steps, resembling an American-style bolero. Given the time and place, it was only natural that Ikaris took the lead. You were prepared to offer instructions, but he surprised you again by showing how comfortable he was in the role and steps.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you remarked.

Ikaris looked slightly embarrassed as his cheeks reddened. “Sersi taught me. She basically threatened to castrate me if I refused to dance at a speakeasy we frequented in New York in the 20s.”

“Sersi?” you snorted out as he spun and dipped you. “Sersi threatened you? Our Sersi? Lying is a very unbecoming quality, Ikaris. I didn’t think you’d be one to develop it.”

“Oh, if only I could make up such a tale,” replied Ikaris as he grabbed your waist before lifting you without struggle. “Sersi’s can be downright terrifying if she wants to be. Ask Kingo – he’s the only other person who’s seen her like that.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out of your throat. And as the band continued to play, you and Ikaris swayed, dipped, and spun for hours. Over three hours had passed by the time the band was finished for the night. When you stopped, all you could do was stare into your friend’s eyes in a rose-hued haze before a thunderous round of applause broke you out of your dreamlike state and into reality. A sizable crowd had surrounded the two of you – hoots, hollers, and whistles accompanied the applause. Your impromptu performance enchanted men, women, children, and even pets.

“Bisou!” called out from a random face in the crowd. It wasn’t long before the call became a chant.

“Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou! Bi-sou!”

Feeling suddenly emboldened, you cupped your Ikaris’ face and kissed his cheek softly. The following whistles and cheers would have made you wish to disappear – had it not been for the sweet peck Ikaris placed between the furrow of your brow.

All of a sudden- without even knowing it at the time- the world seemed brighter, and the air started to smell like roses.

Ikaris woke up to the feeling of gentle poking on his cheek. Hearing the swallows sing and feeling the warm sunlight on his skin, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so at peace. He turned his body in your direction before opening his eyes. He was immediately blessed with your bright eyes and sweet smile. Raking his eyes down your body, it looked like you wore his dress shirt from last night.

He adored the way it draped over your curves – especially with how it showed off your legs.

“Are you ready for your Valentine’s Day present?” you asked with poorly contained excitement. Judging by how your smile went ear-to-ear, you practically bounced out of your skin.

Ikaris furrowed his brows in puzzlement. “Was last night not my present?”

You rolled your eyes. “Why would sex be your present? I thought I made it pretty clear that I hadn’t expected the night to turn in that direction.”

“Well then,” he chucked in amusement over your flushed cheeks and pout, “what is my present?”

Your eyes shone in delight as you lightly kicked your feet against the mattress. “You’ll have to get out of bed for that! Come on!”

You dashed into the next room while Ikaris wrapped the sheets around him before locating his briefs and grabbing a pair of gray sweatpants in his luggage. Once putting them on, he stretched out his back and arms from behind the balcony window before opening it and letting in some air to freshen the room.

When he crossed to the piano room, he was mildly surprised when he saw you seated at the pianoforte. You pressed the keys to carefully listen if the instrument needed any additional tuning. Satisfied that the pitch wasn’t flat, you turned to Ikaris, who was leaning under the doorway.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” he replied.

You positioned your fingers over the right keys while straightening your posture. Clearing your throat, you began to play at Adagio. Your body swayed to the melody as if you had become one with the instrument. Every key you lovingly caressed let out a note sounding so beautifully as if the music came alive just for you. You closed your eyes before you began singing.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Ikaris’ eyes widened. Were you playing…had you –

But his thoughts were interrupted as your rich singing broke through his stupor. Your sweet voice was soaked in honey and laced with the roses from the song.

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause

For a moment, Ikaris truly hated that his French wasn’t as proficient as yours. Had it been, he would have been able to appreciate your singing that rivaled the voice of angels properly. Was it possible for one to sound as rich and effortlessly fluid as sweet syrup?

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie

Et dès que je l'aperçois Alors je sens dans moi Mon cœur qui bat

Your fingers lightly danced along the keys to give your voice a brief intermission. And for a few moments, it felt like Ikaris’ soul had returned to his body. And although he expected you to stop, you began to sing the English translation.

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Whereas the original French version required a slower and softer pace to grasp the ballad's meaning and beauty, the English version required a slightly quicker tempo. It brought a more joyful mood and tone compared to the lovely but melancholic French version.

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

When you finished, Ikaris was once more completely and utterly entranced. You turned to face him with hopeful eyes. You long memorized this song since that night in Paris over seventy years ago. When you began to learn how to play the piano, you did it because you never wanted to forget the ballad’s meaning and how it touched your heart from that night on.

“You once asked me why this song was so popular,” you began to explain. “Édith Piaf wrote ‘La Vie en Rose’ in 1945 and released it as a single in 1947. The song’s popularity quickly reached global success as jazz artists began to sing its covers. Louis Armstrong played it on March 2, 1948 – at the same Jazz Festival you took me in Salle Pleyel.”

You stood up as you tenderly traced a single black key that released a soft C sharp when you pressed it.

“As you remember, all of Europe was in chaos and misery after the war. Everyone lost someone fighting. So many men and women who returned became shells of themselves. People were starving and homeless from the constant airstrikes. But Édith wrote this song to remind Paris to never lose sight of the happy times and good things in life. You shouldn’t forget the bad times, but you also shouldn’t forget to look at life without seeing the beauty of everything around you.”

You walked towards Ikaris before standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. You laid your cheek against his chest and smiled at his beating heart's steady and strong rhythm.

“That night- when we danced at the Place Verdôme- the song they played was stuck in my head for months. Whenever I felt sad or disheartened, I would put on the record I bought to listen to it. I know you have your doubts about humanity. You always had them, as had I. We were never the ones who loved humankind, especially after the atrocities they had committed. I hated what they did to the Earth, how much they polluted it, but – Oh, Ikaris. I made you cry again.”

Touching his cheek, Ikaris realized that he was indeed crying. That’s twice in less than twelve hours, a new record. Just what in Arishem’s name had you done to him?

He shook his head. “Never mind my tears. Continue.”

“Listening to that song, I finally realized why so many of our family kept faith in humankind. Kaety and Druig have their twins and remain in their village. Phastos and Ben have Jack. Sersi has loved and lost more than any of us, first with Jane, but now she’s with Dane. Kingo lives among them effortlessly and adores them. Even Makkari remains joyful because she keeps looking at life and seeing its beauty.”

You paused for a moment before standing only tip-toes to press a kiss on his nose.

“Ikaris, you don’t care much for humans. But that night, you reminded me why I did what I did in the war. You reminded me that there will always be people who will take comfort in the most simple pleasures- a rose’s bloom, the crisp bite of an apple, or even the sound of a child’s heartbeat. So, for just a few minutes, I wanted to give something to you the way you have for me.”

Words failed to convey the love Ikaris felt for you. All he could do was tightly hold you in his arms and never let go. For the first time since he came back, he felt it was alright to love you. That he wouldn’t pollute or ruin you the way he had done with everything else in his life so many times. Ikaris knew that it was his destiny to love you. But you- you chose him. You chose to love him. And that fact alone was enough to make him die without regrets.

“I hope children have your voice,” he murmured into your hair before facing you with wet eyes. “And I hope that they have your heart.”

He cupped your cheek, and you kissed his palm softly. “Only if they have your eyes and your art skills.”

Ikaris must have heard you sing your rendition of ‘La Vie en Rose’ a million times. You sang and taught it all your children— Laurie, Aggie, and Ari – on the piano or tucking to bed. But that first time he heard you sing it- that morning when the sun pooled into the room as pink roses and red asters suddenly bloomed- that will always be his favorite.

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alohastyles-x · 4 months

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God of Death - Teaser / Prologue

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: This is the little teaser that also doubles as a prologue :) I hope you guys enjoy <3 <3 Happy Holidays !!!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 793 - short little blurb

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known?

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants.

But the guard below Druig was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected.

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens, had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing.

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame, his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight.

He closed his eyes as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet.

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man.

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior.

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed.

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him.

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest.

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!”

“What do you mean?”

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers.

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle.

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control.

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creamecafe · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟗𝟕𝟑

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

Third Person POV:

You and your friends had arrived at the Domo where Makkari had been staying all these years you guys separated. You had the mission to try to stop the celestial growing in the Earth and killing everyone on Earth.

Of course with not seeing Makkari so long, you ran to go hug her.

Thena didn't have a problem with this, until she noticed you were talking with her and walking around with her the Domo as you hadn't been here what seemed like forever.

She tried to make it seem like it's ok when she really wasn't.

Especially when you both were laughing at something you talking abojt in your conservation that made her feel jealously.

Y/N"s POV:

"You know I can't believe it's been so long." I signed to Makkari.

"I know right, like where did the years go?"

"And you look young as ever," I jokingly signed to her

Makkari laughed at this.

"So do you."

"Thanks my skincare routine is being a Eternal." You smiled while signing

Both of you laughed holding each other.

Thena POV:

I heard laughter coming from Y/N and Makkari as they were talking about something.

I walk over and watch them talking with each other and it looks like Y/N is engaged and interested what Makkari is saying to her.

I took a deep breath to stay calm but couldn't really.

I only like it when Y/N laughs with me, and me only.

I know I shouldn't take Y/N's kindness for flirting with Makkari but it's just the way Y/N smiles at what Makkari does that makes me upset.

"Everything alright Thena?" I hear Kingo's voice behind me.

I turn to him.

"Hmm what was that Kingo?"

"I'm asking if everything's alright?"

"Yes everything's alright thank you."

"Your watching Makkari and Y/N?"

"Not that's any of your business"

"Oh I get it. Your jealous?"

"Jealous?" I was confused.

"You know you love Y/N you feel jealous when she's with someone else."

"I'm not jealous."

"Come on Thena, everyone gets jealous. Even Eternals."

I look down and bite the inside of my cheek. I didn't want to admit I was jealous as that might seem childish.

"Ok I'm a bit jealous so what?"

"I knew it" He pointed to me and smiled at me. But I didn't smile back.

"Your point?"

"Well I understand why your a bit jealous, because..."

"I love Y/N,"

"And when you love something,"

You protect it. Yes but she seems so happy with Makkari."

"I'm pretty sure she's happy with you too Thena. Y/N wouldn't leave you I know that."

I had thought about it. Y/N has always been by my side for many years. I shouldn't have anything to worry about.

"Your right. She wouldn't." I smiled at Kingo.

"Thank you Kingo."

"Of course Thena," I watched Kingo walk away and just sigh watching Makkari and Y/N still talk to each other.

Y/N wouldn't leave me. Would she?

Third Person POV:

After you were done talking with Makkari for a while, you decided to check up on Thena to see how she's doing.

You saw her sat down and you approached her.

"Hey Thena, how are you?"

"I'm doing good thank you" She said a bit turned away from you, almost like she's upset.

You wonder what was wrong. What had made her upset.

"Is everything ok? Why are you a bit upset?"

"I'm not upset."

You go to sit down next to her.

"Please tell me what's wrong."

You held Thena's hands and she had no choice but to look in your eyes. Your calm E/C eyes.

She felt a sense of comfort and solace while looking at you.

"I just think you spent too much time talking with Makkari." She said to you

"Taking with Makkari? Well I haven't seen her in a long...wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"I am not jealous."

"Thena don't lie to me."

"Ok what if I was?"

"What if I told you, you didn't have to be?"

You cupped her face and caressed it. She took one of her hands away from yours and held to the one on her face.

"I'll always be yours, Thena. You don't have to worry about me finding someone new."

Thena can't help but smile at this and you do too. So it looks like Kingo was right all along. You wouldn't leave Thena.

You lean in and kiss her soft pink lips. Thena cupped your face and put her hand on your thigh to caress it.

After you two pulled away smiling at each other, you notice Makkari staring at you both just smiling at you both.

"Eww, get a room you two." She signed jokingly.

You turned to each other and just laugh.

'Well maybe you should go to a room if you don't want to see us kissing." Thena signed back at her.

All three of you laugh.

"I'm just kidding. You two are cute though. I'm happy for you both." Makkari smiled while signing.

Makkari then signed she was gonna go to Druig and waved goodbye. You both waved goodbye. You turn to each other and smile of how much you love each other so much.

Then the both of you got up and held hands as you continued on with the mission to stop the celestial.

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scarthefangirl · 2 years

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We're really dumb

Druig x eternal!female!reader | reader is a gardener

Description: Y/N and Druig both think their love is unreciprocated, but they find out that in actuality they are both just really dumb.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, tears, druig and Y/N being himbos :)

Story type: regular fic

A/N: I literally came up with this idea while weeding my grandma's church's flower beds

Y/N is weeding the flower beds around the buildings in the village. She has dirt speckled on her arms and legs, its caked over her gloves. She has dirt dotted all over her clothes and her ponytail is falling from where it once sat. She has on rubber boots that leave mud as she walks around the town to do her weeding and gardening.

Y/N is stopped outside the super market, clearing the flower beds of pesky green weeds. The heat is blaring down so sweat dampens Y/N's face, she can't imagine how silly she looks. The supermarket is her last stop though so she'll go back home and shower.

As Y/N fills her empty bucket with weeds (she empties it between places) And as it reaches the top, a hand taps her shoulder making her jump and nearly fling her shovel. She turns around and sees none other than her thousand year crush. More like love of her life.

Druig, holding a few bags in his hand from the farmers market.

He has a smug grin as he peers down at his thousand year crush/love of his life. Y/N stands to be closer to his level and she wipes her gloved hands on her shorts, leaving dirt behind on them. Druig laughs as he looks Y/N over and she feels her cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"You have a little dirt," he lifts his had to his cheek "right here love." Y/N lifts her arm and tries to brush it off with the back of her wrist but misses completely. Druig chuckles again and the blush on Y/N's cheek deepens, she hopes it is covered by the specks of dirt. "No no no, may I?" Druig smiles at the woman in front of him, completely in awe of her beauty- even if she is sweaty and gross.

Druig steps closer to Y/N, their body's nearly touching. He lifts his free hand to cup her jaw. He uses his thumb to brush the couple flicks of dirt off Y/N's rosy cheek. Suddenly Y/N realizes how close their faces are, his nose is so close to hers it tickles slightly. Druig locks eyes with Y/N and she feels butterflies fluttering around her stomach. His hand still rests on her jaw/cheek as stars dance in their eyes. His brown eyes flicker down to Y/N's lips and she steps the tiniest step closer to him. They stay like that for a moment, but Y/N realizes that her feelings for him aren't the only to consider before she moves her head forward. Y/N remembers that in her mind he doesn't love her back.

"I look pretty silly don't I? All covered in dirt and grime and sweat." Y/N chuckles awkwardly, stepping a good distance away and out of Druig's grasp. His eyes flash a look of disappointment so quickly that Y/N misses it.

"You look as ugly as always, don't worry." The Irish eternal winks.

"How rude!"

"I'm kidding, you look absolutely gorgeous. Just like always love." Druig says giving a gentle look to Y/N. She accepts his compliment but assumes its just a friendly one. Druig can hide the disappointment on the outside, but he can't hide it from his heart. In his mind, he worries she moved because she didn't want to kiss him. He couldn't be more wrong.

"Do you want to walk home with me?" Y/N asks, desperate to spend as much time with Druig as possible. She clings to every moment spent with him.

"Of course!" Druig smiles, just as eager to be with Y/N as she is to be with him. Y/N picks up her bucket and sets her small gardening shovel on the top of it. As she walks next to Druig, she feels her heartbeat quicken.

"What were you doing in the market today?" Y/N tries hopelessly to make conversation with the closed off eternal.

"I grabbed some snacks and a few groceries for the domo."

"Good, we're all out of strawberries. You know their my favorite." Y/N giggles and nudges Druig with her shoulder.

"That's why I got two cartons full for you love." Druig nudges her. Then they reach the domo and both feel a bit of sadness for the end of their time together. Asking for more would seem to obvious, wouldn't it?

"Once I shower and change, I'll probably start dinner for everyone. If you want to help, you don't have to." Y/N's face is crimson red at this point as she awkwardly asks for his time. Druig can't help smiling at her, happy she asked.

"Sounds wonderful, I'll unload these groceries while you shower." He nods. Y/N goes back to her room to get some clothes but in the hall she is greeted by the glares of Sersi, Ajak, and Sprite. They yank her into her room and slam the door shut.

"How dare you?!" Sprite yells at Y/N. Y/N steps back in surprise, a little scared by all the dirty looks she's getting.

"What do you mean?" She asks out of genuine worry, scared she may have hurt her friends in some way. Sersi is the only one who doesn't seem mad, she is just giving Y/N looks of disapproval.

"You had your chance to kiss Druig and admit your feelings and you stepped back!" Sprite exclaims angrily. Y/N's eyes flash with shock at the red heads statement.

"You guys were... Spying on us?"

"Yes, obviously." Ajak rolls her eyes, as though the question was pointless.

"That's not the point, Y/N. The point is, you had a chance and you backed down. Why?" Sersi looks into Y/N's eyes, making Y/N slightly uncomfortable.

"Just because its what I want, doesn't mean it was right. He doesn't love me like I love him, I have to try and accept that." Y/N begins to grab clothes out of her drawer for her shower.

"Y/N did you even take one look at him? He totally wanted to kiss you. You're so blind. He's been in love with you since we all first met. He is totally smitten for you and you're to blind to see it. When you stepped away he looked so hurt." Sprite shakes Y/N's shoulders for full effect, hoping her words reach Y/N.

"Whatever." Y/N steps out of Sprites grasp and finishes grabbing clothes. She turns to walk out of the room but right before leaving she turns to the three woman and says, "I'm trying not to get hurt."

Once Y/N finishes bathing, she walks into the kitchen with a peppy mood. She tries to forget her conversation with Ajak, Sersi, and Sprite and focus on the here and now. She is grateful to spend time with Druig, even if its just making dinner.

Y/N calls out for Druig but he doesn't come in, she looks around the house only to find him having a deep conversation with Kingo. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." Y/N says sheepishly as she backs away from the room they are in.

"No, no you're not interrupting love. We were just finishing our conversation." Druig says eagerly, hoping Y/N doesn't leave. In full honesty, Kingo had been lecturing Druig on how he needed to express his feelings to Y/N. Druig swears Y/N doesn't love him back though.

"Y/N how do you feel about Druig?" Kingo asks bluntly. Y/N's eyes widen in fear and she stumbles backwards.

"I- erm, I mean, I.." She stutters nervously. "He.. I .. Well.. it's not a secret." She backs up so far she knocks into the wall.

"What's that mean?" Druig chuckles humorlessly, genuinely concerned and confused. Its not a secret? That could mean anything in his eyes. To Kingo, thats all the amo he needed.

"She looooves you." Kingo sings in a happy tune. Druig's cheeks turn bright red, Y/N's turn a much deeper shade of red.

"Kingo, stop." Y/N pleads in a low whisper. Kingo laughs and leaves the room swiftly. Druig scratches the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence settles between the pair.

"Um, I came to find you to ask if you still felt up to preparing dinner with me?" Y/N asks, praying he says yes.

"Anything for you." Druig smiles sweetly at Y/N, causing her heart to nearly burst. He stands up and the pair walks out of the door and heads to the kitchen. Y/N considers opening up about her feelings but she decides to wait a little. Maybe she should do it. No, she'll wait. But maybe she could. No, its stupid. Right?

Y/N grabs an apron for herself and Druig, handing his over. He swiftly ties it and Y/N can't help admiring how adorable he is. She then tries to tie her own, only to fail miserably. She has it tied around her neck, but she can't get it around her waist.

"Could you, um, tie this for me? Please?" Y/N laughs awkwardly, knowing how silly it must sound. Druig only smiles and nods. She turns her back to him.and he grabs the strings.

Have Courage, Y/N. She scolds herself. Its hard to think about her question while his hands are brushing her waist. Fortunately, he is left handed so bow tying takes time.

"Druig?" Y/N's voice seems small as she turns her head slightly to face him, his eyes are focused on the straps and his forehead is creased in focus. Its very endearing.

"Yes?" He answers, eyes not leaving their position as he struggles to tie a bow.

"Have you ever been in love?" A silly way to say what she wanted to say. Y/N wishes she could reword it but she can't.

"Yes, currently. You?" Druig slightly moves his gaze to Y/N to see her face.

"Yes, currently. How about you, is it with anyone in particular?" Y/N presses, praying for an answer that pleases her. He pauses for a moment, trying to think of an answer. He could tell her, right now. Druig shifts, having finished the bow. Y/N turns too face him fully and they stand there, inches from each other.

"She's actually pretty close by." Druig winks, figuring he can't be any less obvious. Unfortunately, Y/N doesn't get it. She feels her heart rip into a million shreds as she mentally checks through a list of women in the village who Druig talks to. A long list.

"Oh."

The simple yet hurtful response is enough to make Druig realize he misspoke somehow. He thinks over what he said and can't figure it out. He decides it must mean that she got what he was trying to say and didn't like it. Then his mind wonders to who Y/N is in love with. She is nice to literally anyone so its hard to know whay is flirtation and what is friendliness. She could be flirting with lots of guys and Druig wouldn't know. She could be flirting with him- but he doesn't let himself even ponder the thought.

Y/N turns away with tears in her eyes and begins to grab the things they'll need to make dinner. They are making spaghetti, so its simple enough. Normally, Gilgamesh is the chef of the house/domo but Y/N will often takes over dinner, since he cooks all day. She doesn't want him to have too do it all over again for a group of picky eaters.

"Where do we start?" Druig asks, rubbing his hands together for the effect. Y/N rolls her eyes and shows him the recipe. He notices the look in Y/N's eyes and can't help feeling guilty. He grabs a few pots down for her and sets them on the counter.

"Fill that pot up with water and set it on the stove to boil, put a lid over it." Y/N commands and he does her bidding without hesitation. What Druig doesn't see, is the way Y/N's lip is quivering and her tears are threatening to fall. He reaches up in a hanging cabinet and pulls down a lid, placing it over the pot of water.

Making dinner had gone smoothly enough, Y/N and Druig doing a silent dance around each other and purposefully avoiding much talking. Druig felt bad for hurting Y/N and Y/N is upset because he loves someone else (in her mind). They set the table and place the meal in the center of the table for everyone to grab their share.

"Dinners ready!" Y/N calls half heartedly to the household. The eternals pile in and take their seats. Y/N normally sits next to Sprite and Sersi, across from Druig. But today she takes a seat on the opposite side of the table next to Phastos and across from Ikaris. Y/N hasn't ever liked ikaris, and she doesn't understand half the nonsense that Phastos says, but at least she isn't next to Druig.

"Um, Ikaris I need to discuss.. Something with you. Could you sit with me and have Druig switch with you?" Kingo speaks up, trying to keep the pair together.

"Um, alright." Ikaris says and takes his seat next to the movie star. Druig sheepishly sits down across from Y/N. She avoids eye contact and eats her pasta silently. She isn't the biggest fan of this whole situation, she wants to be friends with Druig, but he clearly loves someone else and Y/N knows she'll never see him as just a friend. He means the world to her and she can't sit and watch him love someone else. Sprite, unfortunately, catches onto the uncomfortable silence between Druig and Y/N and she doesn't like it. Sprite watches them both avoid eye contact and watches the tears brim around each of their eyes. Normally, Y/N's chatter keeps the whole table talking, but today the entire table is in an awkward silence.

"Y/N is in love with Druig." Sprite blurts. Everyone turns to fave her and Y/N looks as though she's about to scream and cry. Druig looks completely shocked, looking from Sprite, to Y/N, and back and forth. The rest of the group all stare at Sprite with glares. "Someone had to say it." Sprite grumbles, twirling some noodles around her fork.

Y/N stands and pushes our her chair, and begins to leave the room. Her plate just sits, half eaten. Druig stands up also, about to go speak to her when Makkari grabs his wrist. He looks back at the speedster and she gently smiles at him. Tell her the truth about how you feel, no games. Makkari signs to him. He nods and rushes away to find Y/N. Luckily, there is one place she'll be: the back flower garden.

He swings open the back door and walks out into the yard. A ways back is a small greenhouse that Y/N tends to. He walks in and looks around. The silhouette of Y/N can be seen on a bench, back turned to Druig, sobbing. He hears the cries and watches her figure shaking and moving with the sobs. He walks towards Y/N and sits down beside her on the bench. She covers her face with her arms as she cries, not wanting him to see her cry. But he gently reaches over to her and prys her arms away from her face. She looks at him, tears still running down her face.

"What's got you so worked up love?" Druig asks as tenderly as possible. Y/N tries to wipe some of her tears away but they keep coming, luckily she has calmed down enough where she isn't completely sobbing.

"Just go."

"Y/N."

"Stop okay? Sprite just told everyone how I feel about you. Not that they matter, since your in love with someone else." Y/N's face heats up again as a sob works its way up Y/N's throat.

"No I'm not." Druig states matter-oh-factly. "I meant you, I just thought I was being obvious. I've been in love with you since the first time we spoke. I thought you didn't feel the same."

"How? I am so obvious with how I feel." Y/N watches Druig's eyes closely, she hasn't really realized what this means. They both love each other. The feelings are mutual.

"I'm just stupid I guess. I'm still not sure how you didn't know how I feel, since I practically throw myself at you." Druig chuckles, scooting slightly closer to Y/N on the bench.

"I guess we're both dumb." Y/N smiles, leaning her head on Druig's shoulder. She has waited to be able to do this forever it feels like. She can finally do everything she's wanted to with Druig. After centuries of her crushing over the boy, she finally has him. He's right here, hers. Y/N's. She finally has him, and she isn't going to ever give him up.

Y/N never thought she would deserve a love like this, she always thought she was more meant for a smelly drunk pig not a beautiful Angel. Druig. He's everything she's searched for, everything she's wanted and everything she's needed.

Y/N lifts her head up and sits as close as possible next to Druig. He turns to face her and she grabs his face in her hands and smashes their lips together. Druig is taken aback at first, shocked by Y/N's action. But he slowly leans into it, kissing her back.

One of his hands holds her cheek, the other around the back of her neck. Y/N's hands move to his hair, playing with it softly. They pull apart, leaning their foreheads together.

Y/N can't resist it anymore so she wraps her arms around Druig in a gentle yet tight hug, breathing in his scent and enjoying the moment. He wraps his arms around her too, laying his head on her shoulder as he softly holds her. He loves this, not having received many hugs.

Druig is so in love with Y/N and he's waited for this since he met her. He could think about all the times he could have shared his feelings, but it doesn't matter now. He has her now. They have each other. And Druig isn't ever going to loose Y/N. Druig is the one to speak up:

"At least we're dumb together."

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healingagoddess · 2 years

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Remains of what we lost - pt 2

Request: 1800s ajax being jealous of reader (who doesnt know shes an eternal and that she was with ajax before she had memory loss) being with her husband and living a “perfect” life with him so ajax watches from a far because the time period wouldnt allow them to be together they get closer and closer and reader falls in love and remembers everything leaves her husband to be with ajax

fluff and smut pls 👉👈ur my favorite ajax writer and would love to read this

Warnings: English is not my first language. Smut. NSFW.

Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader

Part 1

_ ✽ _

A week passes by and Ajak is not seen, you wait at the counter staring at strangers passing by but she never does. And you don’t want to admit the excitement you felt as someone in blue attire entered your shop, nor the painful disappointment when you noticed it wasn’t her. It makes you wonder what you did wrong, and you recount everything that happened during that night. Every day you think maybe it has to do with her family and late husband. Maybe she misses them and you were there showing off your perfect family. That’s why in this fine morning you are standing right outside of her house with your personal maid by your side. You are waiting for her to respond when you find yourself fixing your dress and shifting nervously on your feet, it leaves you confused for a moment. You let go of your thoughts as the door opens and she stands there frozen.

You give her an awkward smile as you lift up a basket. “I brought you some sweet bread.”

She stares at you for a moment before looking at your maid. She curtsies to Ajak, and the latter lets out a breath before moving aside and allowing you entrance. You feel some sort of hope and walk into the house. You are surprised to find it full of artifacts so different and intriguing, it seems old yet beautiful and welcoming. You have so many questions regarding her home, but you also have other questions that have been eating at you for a week. She leads you to a parlor, and the architecture is so colonial and Mexican. She gestures for you to sit, and you obey.

You stare at each other for some time, your maid not far from you. It feels like the walls have eyes on you once again, and it makes you nervous.

“I wanted to apologi-” You begin before being cut off by Ajak.

“No.” She says dryly, closing her eyes.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t apologize.” She says as she opens her eyes slowly. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Then why did you leave?” You ask getting closer, and you hear someone shifting behind you; your maid. With a soft murmur you ask. “Why am I cruel?”

“I…” She begins to think of an answer but none come out.

“Well?”

“I can’t explain what happened. Would you like to take a walk in the garden?” She offers with a soft raise of her eyebrows signaling to your maid. She twirls her fan on her left hand meaning ‘We are being watched’.

And you feel guilty and like you are hiding something. So, you nod and allow her to guide you to her garden. You marvel at how big and beautiful it is, with tall cactus and thousands of flowers. You bent down to smell them as you pass them by, and once again you feel like a child. You notice how she makes you feel so comfortable and carefree. She watches closely as she seems pensive. Somewhere after five minutes of walking Ajak grabs you by the arm, and you feel cosmic energy surge through you. Your heart starts ponding fast and she pulls you closer before looking around.

“There’s thing I want to say to you, but it will be best if I let you leave.”

She is so close you feel your heart will burst, there is a fuzzy warm feeling building in your tummy and you are out of breath. You can’t help but admire her face noticing every single detail and pausing to stare at her lips. Unconsciously, you lick yours and feel her face getting closer only to realize it was you as she pulls away, but you won’t let go. You both stay out there for several seconds as you embrace her to keep her from running away, just staring at each other. Coming back to your senses you let her go and walk in comfortable silence before she kneels down to pick up some flowers. After rustling for a while between the flowers she stands up and hands you red gerberas. You stand there speechless; gerberas mean friendship and innocent… but in occasions they mean love. Ajak walks back into the direction of the house, as she leaves you too stunned to speak.

You stay a little longer and watch her work in the kitchen, you both have been quiet for some time but you enjoy the company and you know she does too even if she wants to fight it. Somewhere in the afternoon before dark you decide it is time to go home, so you stand behind her as she cleans. It makes you feel sad to think her lonely, no maids around as she insists on doing all the work. You clear your throat to catch her attention and you see her stop as she remains there not looking at you.

“I have to go.” You say softly.

Ajak feels your gaze burning through her back. “Alright.”

She turns around to look at you, and you get closer to bid your goodbyes. You want to give her something tender so she doesn’t feel lonely and you go to kiss her cheek, but you miscalculate because she turns around to say goodbye and you end up kissing the corner of her mouth. And once again you are filled with confusion, but you feel a magnetic connection with her that heats fuel inside of you consuming your senses. She is feeling the same thing, and it’s also written in your face how much you want to kiss her. You both move at the same time as your lips crash into a passionate kiss, both of your weights slamming against the table Ajak was working on and pushing it back as it slams into the wall. The sound is way too exciting and you feel Ajak pulling you close by the hips as you cradle her face in her hands, her kiss goes down your neck as fire is ablaze inside of you. But you pull away, flushed and heartbroken you look into her confused eyes only to see them break once again.

Tears begin to form in your eyes as you utter an apology. “I am sorry. I am so sorry.”

“Well, you only know how to be sorry.”

That stings.

“People would never allow it. They would never understand.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” She says with pleading eyes.

“I have to go.” You say before running outside into the dark night.

Both of you weep that night, one loudly and the other quietly.

_ ✽ _

Ajak does pass by the store, but you no longer stand behind the counter. It is so painful to watch her by and not be able to run into her arms. Your husband has noticed the sadness that has consumed you, and you can’t even explain to him why you are like this. He wants to surprise you with an outing to an event in town, it’s not opera but a good singer will have a performance. One of the perks of being far from the war is that you still have freedom to enjoy moments like that. Mexico is huge compared to other places you have been and every region is different. You know he has the best intentions but you feel a heavy cloud on top of you, still you can’t refuse him. The evening is alive with a beautiful performance, you are able to meet coworkers of your husband and mingle for some time.

You begin to tire, so you decide to sit down and take a moment to gather more energy. After a few seconds you feel eyes on you, and you begin to panic before finding the most beautiful golden eyes staring right at you. There is pure adoration in her eyes, and she seems to be in better spirits than you as she sits there like a queen on a throne. An entire crowd stands in the middle of both of you keeping you divided, but you watch her as she lifts her fan and places it on top of her heart. Your heart starts racing as you know it means romance. It makes you excited to think about it, and you feel the cloud disappear as the room gets brighter and happier. She presents her fan shut as she asks if you love her. You don’t even think about it before drawing your fan across your cheek. The smile on her face is the most precious thing you have ever seen, her eyes shimmer with a beautiful glow.

She touches the tip of the fan ‘I wish to speak to you.’ And you look around the crowd, you look back at her and bite your lip feeling nervous. She carries her open fan in her left hand ‘Come and talk to me.’ That makes you feel the thrill of the rush for a moment before twirling the fan in your left hand remembering it means ‘we are being watched.’ She rolls her eyes playfully and you smile, and once again she carries her fan with her right hand in front of her face ‘follow me’. You swallow hard before fanning slowly ‘I am married.’ You watch her sigh and pout playfully before she opens and shuts her fan, and your heart drops to your stomach as you remember it means ‘you are cruel’. Quickly you let it rest on your left cheek saying no. She looks slightly disappointed, and she stands up from her seat before drawing her fan across her forehead ‘you have changed’; and she leaves. It leaves you back as you were before, sad and confused with thousands of questions only she can answer.

_ ✽ _

You can’t stop thinking about the meaning of ‘you have changed’. Which is exactly why you sneak out in the middle of the night after the performance and make your way to her state. As you walk under the pale moonlight with your heart in your hands the emotions inside of you swirl around making you feel anxious. You feel light headed but not in a bad way, you feel a lot of commotion happening inside of you and it feels like your heart will break free from your chest and take a run to Ajak’s home. Once you get there you find it completely dark, you are too terrified to leave and go back home. It takes you a moment to realize the soft light in one of the rooms. You knock gently on her door and wait, you keep waiting for some time until you know again and the door pushes open, this alarms you. Thinking something bad might have happened you enter with your heart pounding in your chest you can hear it in your ears.

You walk past the main hall and into the direction of the lit up room, and you almost get a heart attack when you find her standing there with her eyes closed. She seems to be asleep but standing, so you approach slowly still scared. With a shaky hand you poke her slightly, but she doesn’t respond and you are way too scared. You poke her once again this time harder, but nothing happens and you don’t know what to do. Suddenly, an orb appears in the middle of the air and you scream as you take several steps back. The orb disappears inside of Ajak’s chest and your brains crashes making you fall backwards. A movie plays in your head as you begin to feel way too familiar with your surroundings. You recognize the woman standing right in front of you and you let out a cry.

“Mrs. Garc-”

“No!”

“Please, let m-”

“No!”

You are still on the floor trying to collect yourself as tears rush down your face.

“Mrs. Garcia.”

And you summon your weapon leaving Ajak speechless. She tilts her head confused, waiting for a reaction from you. Many emotions are happening inside of her before she realizes and lets out a cry. And you both cry on the floor, it takes you a few minutes before you search for her embrace. You remember everything as you realize how you almost got yourself erased completely by unknown forces. Ajak still has a lot to explain, you don’t even remember the moments after it happened and how you pushed her away. You do remember now how she followed you to Spain. And you both weep embraced in the middle of the floor, in the middle of the night.

“For a moment… I thought it was mahd wy’ry.” You wince at the mention of the illness, sad memories come up. “But it was quite the opposite, you didn’t remember.” She sobs.

You look up to find her eyes, seeking comfort.

“I tried to heal you, and I followed you everywhere. I traveled around the world trying to find a cure, but I never found anything. It pained me to know you were out there not knowing who you were and living a lie. You were his and I was pissed, but I tried to stop it-” And she breaks out crying.

“I know. I know that now.” You hold onto her, as you let the memories sink in. At this point you just feel how much you missed her, and the weight of twenty years lost as you went on to be with somebody else. You are angry with yourself, and you just want to sink into her arms forever to make up for lost time. At the same time, you feel disgusted and like apologizing to Ajak.

“I am so so-”

“No.” She cuts you off and grabs your face before she presses her lips to yours in a heated and passionate kiss. You fit right into her arms and you press harder into her, the events of the other day coming up to you as you remember how much you wanted her. Still sitting you push her with your weight back into the wall behind her, and you feel desperate. You feel too clothed with everything you are wearing; you don’t need any of it. You pull desperately at her gown, quickly undressing her breasts and you moan at the sight of them. You pinch them slightly and it is Ajak’s turn to moan. You remember the carnal need when you almost had her over the table, and once again you launch at her capturing her lips.

But she is impatient, she has been craving you for years. She makes you stand up as she remains seated and you pull at your clothes unable to remove them, you let out a grunt as you become annoyed. She simply lifts your dress and pulls down your undergarments, you are dripping just thinking about what’s coming next. She doesn’t even give you a moment to compose when she ushers you into her waiting lips as she laps at your warm slit devouring you completely. You throw your head back and your legs become weak in pure bliss, she holds you up to add support. You are consumed in a delirious flame as you finally feel the rapture inside of you sending waves after waves of electricity, and you circle your hips as you ride out your orgasm using her lips and tongue.

You fall to your knees as you take a moment to feel the pleasurable aftermath, Ajak pulls you closer as she begins to plant wet kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, you then proceed to go down as you make your way with a trail of kisses to her chest. You take one breast into your mouth, and you feel her harden as you suck slightly on it and lap it with your tongue. She groans and tangles one hand in your hair as she supports herself with her free one. You take your time savoring her and pleasuring her, you want to love her. You finally go down on her and hear her grunt and gasp as you finally bring her hot center into your mouth. The carnal way you take her is fervent, and the sounds she makes is music to your ears. Moments later she bites her lip trying to quiet her sound, and the only noise in the room is the wet sounds as you lap her slit and suck on her nub. After some time, she cries out as her muscles spam and she becomes a sensual mess.

You lay on top of her and remain on the floor for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and come down from your high. Somewhere during the night after you both clean up you snuggle in her bed. You think about everything that happened during those twenty years, and she thinks about the present. You hide your face on the side of her chest.

“What are we going to do now?” You ask, thinking about how terrible it is that you have a husband. You grimace.

She rubs your back to soothe you. “We can go anywhere; I know a place in the states.”

“I would love to start somewhere else, yes.” You smile softly at the thought of being with Ajak once again and forever.

She is drifting into sleep when you remember.

“It will last longer than you think? Really?”

“Oh, celestials.” She whines with a shaky breath.

“Like, are you for real?” You laugh as you earn a playful smack. “Who is cruel now?”

Ajak groans covering her ears.

“So, you have nine children?” You giggle. “What would Druig think of that? Is Sprite like your youngest? What does that make Thena?”

“Shh.”

Ajak presses a pillow to your head and only your muffled laugh is heard. She smiles softly before throwing the pillow and pulling you closer to kiss you. This night both of you laugh and kiss, trying to remember and trying to forget as your dreamed future comes closer. Somewhere in the afternoon of the next day the local news lies about two women being abducted by insurgents during the night, arranged by a very powerful prime eternal.

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druigs-wife · 2 years

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ZUNNI || MARVEL FANFICTION

PART TWO || SOLDIER 🏛

summary: at the airport in baghdad, zunni meets a young traveller, who's reminding her of one old member of her family in the ancient greece.

warnings: flashbacks, angst, fluff, blood, violence, swearing, mentions of death, eternals spoilers!

word count: 7540

A/N: i know it's been a few months since i posted the first chapter, but I finally wrote it :D the book by madeline miller "the song of achilles" inspired me to do this. enjoy!

PART I MASTERLIST ZUNNI MASTERLIST

DOMO | PRESENT DAY

Two weeks have passed since Zunni awakened. Most of the time she tried to get used to the new circumstances. Ajak helped her with the necessary documents so that she could move freely around the countries. In the evenings, she watched the illuminated and bustling cities from a distance. Everything looked completely different now than it was in the sixteenth century. Preparing to leave the Domo, Zun decided to grab the scissors and cut her beautiful, wavy long hair to the same short length she had had from the very beginning. Still, a few highlights were of a different length than the rest of the hair. She muttered nervously to herself.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Ajak walked into the bathroom worriedly, ready to leave the starship. She noticed that Zunni was not coping with one of Phastos' inventions. Her hands were still shaking a little. "Come on, I'll help you with that." she carefully handed her the tool and turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. After a while Ajak finished cutting her hair. She brushed her head a few times with a brush. Now Zunni's hair was only shoulder length.

"I know, but I had to do this, if I want to start over." she reached for a hair elastic by the sink and quickly tied them into a short, low ponytail. Ajak leaned against the wall and waited for her to finish packing.

"What’s your plan then?" she asked her.

"I have to find Kingo. At the moment he’s my only lead." she replied without looking into her eyes, and still packing the most necessary things.

"Do you know where exactly to look for him?" She knew nothing, absolutely nothing. No new clues, no address. Nothing. But despite this, she tried to be optimistic. Maybe he’ll find her? Completely by accident? That could be a miracle.

"Makkari mentioned that he might be in India now, and I think I'll start in Bombay. She already helped me buy a plane ticket. Not far from there, Ikaris and Sersi got married, remember?" it was a wonderful place. Zunni will always remember it with a smile on her face. What an experience...

"We should go with you." she offered, but Zunni immediately turned to her and disagree.

"Ajak, I appreciate your concern, but this is something I have to do on my own." she packed her last item into her backpack and zipped it. She slung it over her right shoulder and headed towards the doors.

"I let them." Zunni suddenly stopped. She looked at her again and couldn't believe what she just heard. The smartest eternal allowed something so reckless?

"What did you do?" Ajak decided not to speak for now. She understood that it would be better if she told her the truth, especially after what happened. But Zunni gave vent to her emotions and expressed her opinion “And you didn’t deign to tell me about it earlier? You knew exactly what was going on when we split up. It only caused the problems, and even Druig and I got hit for it."

"He went on his own. The deviants were gone. What do you think I was supposed to do? I wasn't going to stop him. He made a decision, as did the rest. Makkari took care of you and that's how you woke up here." Ajak sat up on bed and began explaining to her the true version of the events.

"No matter how much I love Makkari, it was his responsibility. And he left me! He left me because of you!" Ajak knew she didn't mean it, she understood that she had to react in some way. But the words made her want to cry. "He promised me that night that when I'll wake up, everything will be fine. He promised me that he’ll never leave me! And now my question is, where the fuck is he?!" single tears started to run down her cheeks. She got up and walked over to the nervous girl.

"Zunni, look at me. It was his choice and unfortunately there's nothing else I can do." she took Zunni's face in her hands and wiped her tears away.

"I swear, when I find him I'll..." she threatened and slowly tried to calm the breathing. Ajak grabbed her shoulders to make her look at her. However, Zunni continued her speech. "I would never, ever leave him." She grabbed the bag once more, which she had tossed in a corner out of frustration, and left the room, leaving Ajak alone. She was worried about her and hoped that soon she'll see her full of happiness, just like in good old days.

The plane to Mumbai was due to leave in three hours. The women had to slowly gather to make it because they still had a long way through the desert. Makkari hugged her friend goodbye and signed to her.

"Visit me sometime. I'm gonna miss you." Zunni nodded slightly and smiled at her as she stepped out of her embrace. "I hope you'll find Druig."

"Thank you for looking after me for so many years. You'll eventually get some break from me." she joked. Makkari's mouth curved upward and she laughed softly.

"It's gonna be fucking boring here without you." she admitted, unhappy with the fact that now she has to watch over the Domo in solitude. "Sometimes you mumbled kind of strange things in your sleep." she rolled her eyes.

Interesting...

"What things?" she asked her a question but didn't have time to answer it, because Ajak had entered the room with the suitcase.

"Have you got everything, Zun? We have to go to the airport in a moment." she announced putting on her blue coat.

"Yes, I'm ready." she replied picking up her bag from the floor "Goodbye Makkari." She waved goodbye to her and turned toward one of the ship's corridors. There was still a sincere smile on the speedster's face. Ajak took one last glance at the cluttered room and then stared at Makkari.

"Stop grinning and clean up this mess!" she spoke to her firmly in her beautiful, yet threatening accent, then joined Zunni and headed to the exit.

"Yes, mum." she signed annoyingly to herself as they were already out of her sight.

BAGHDAD | THE AIRPORT

Several thousand years have passed since Babylon, many things have changed, even too much. People used to be kind to each other, but now they act like animals to each other and treat themselves like shit. After the team left Babylon, Zunni and Druig could only read the local records of what was happening in that country, but she didn't expect that the consequences of imposing a new religion on them could be so devastating.

Zunni and Ajak were already at the airport waiting for their flights. They both sat on the benches and stared at the crowds of people and bodyguards shouting over each other.

“Remember how this nation used to be full of life and hope? Everyone could visit the city, receive help, home and care. Now I can see that it's filled with death at every turn." staring at the people, Zunni shared her insights with Ajak, who was leaning her arm against the seat.

"Now it's a dangerous place, especially for foreigners, so hardly anyone visits this country." the mature woman continued the conversation.

"They would have achieved much more if they-" she broke off in mid-sentence, knowing what she would be hearing next. She didn't miss it.

“We won't change it, Zunni. You know it well." she told her for the thousandth time since they had arrived on Earth.

"Unfortunately." she muttered under her breath and sighed heavily. She stretched on the seat and leaned back against it comfortably and closed her eyes for a while. After a few minutes she heard the loud scream of one of the bodyguards. She opened her eyes quickly and headed toward him. He was bothering a young man who looked like a foreigner. He didn't know their official language, and there must have been some kind of misunderstanding. She looked at the seat next to her, but Ajak had disappeared somewhere. On the one hand, it's good, she won't complain about it, but on the other hand, no one is going to keep an eye on their luggage.

Fuck it...she got up quickly walking towards the men. As she got closer, she understood more and more the context of this conversation. This man called his husband. The security guard must have overheard their discussion. He's already dead. She got an idea and approached them confidently.

"Honey? What's the problem?" Zunni hugged the stranger man, he looked scared by the whole situation, but as she approached him, he felt that he was not alone, that he still have a chance to get out of there. "Do you have the tickets?" she asked him, knowing that he was holding them in his hands all the time.

"Y-yes, I have them." he answered her in a hesitant voice and smiled at her, or at least tried, then they both looked at the confused guard who clearly didn't know what to do next.

"ما هي المشكلة؟"

"What's the problem?"

Zunni asked him politely, to which he only looked at them once more and left without a word. She moved away from him slowly, not arousing suspicion from the rest of the people around. After a moment of silence, the man spoke up.

"I feel embarrassed, I'm so sorry you had to hear all of this. I don't know how to thank you. If you weren't here, I'd probably be dead by now." it's true. At this point, it's scary to even breathe in this place. Up close, the boy seemed to have a very familiar face, as if she'd seen it before. She looked at him for a moment more. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly. He snapped her out of her thoughts, she remembered something.

"Sorry, you just... I thought you...You remind me of my nephew very much." She confessed and smiled kindly at him. She began to walk away from him steadily. "Next time, choose your words more carefully when you're in a public place, especially in a country like this." she turned completely and blended into the crowd, returning to her seat and her luggage.

"Thank you again!" he said louder, so she could hear him one last time.

When Zunni had her things in sight, she could also see that Ajak had returned to her seat. She stood up slowly and grabbed the suitcase.

"Where were you? I was worried about you." she touched her arm gently.

“I could ask you the same exact question. I fell asleep a little and you're already running away from me." she bit off her. At the same time, there were various sounds at the airport. It turned out that the flight to the United States was due to depart within half an hour.

"It's time for me." she became slightly sad. She hugged Zunni goodbye, though she didn't want to part with her again. "You'll fit back in, I ensure you." she whispered in her ear. "And remember, take it easy, you're still too weak." she grabbed her cheek and rubbed it gently with her fingers.

"I'll remember." she promised and then Ajak was lost in the crowd.

There is still some time until the Zunni's flight, so she sat back down. Painful memories of Ancient Greece were flickering through her mind.

ATHENS | 1196 BC

Surprisingly, the years on Earth pass quickly. This time, a group of Eternals was sent to Athens to get rid of all the deviants. Due to the fact, that the team is not scheduled to go on hunting on them until the next day, Zunni decided to help the servants in the garden. It allowed her to relax. She loved the distinctive scent of different flowers at once. Together with other women, she worked on removing weeds from flowerbeds. She spent half a day there, learning their language at the same time. As sunset approached, Druig came to the gardens. He sat down on a bench and watched her working hardly. Zunni glanced at him and smiled under her breath. She didn't approach him straight away and decided to finish the last flowerbed. When it got a little darker, she got up from the ground and dusted off her white tunic. All her clothing was stained with soil and remnants of grass.

"γεια"

"Goodbye"

She bid farewall to the servants who were also finishing their work for today. Zunni headed to Druig, which was still sitting and watching her closely. She sighed and shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve been waiting here for a few moments." he said with a cheeky smirk painted on his face as he slowly rose from the bench and walked towards her.

"Really? Sorry, I didn't notice you staring at me for like...thirty minutes, maybe?" she said in a sarcastic tone. Once they were close enough, he grabbed her dirty hand. Before he could do anything, she warned him "I'm all soiled, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She chuckled slightly. Druig stubbornly brought her palm to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"I enjoy looking at beautiful creatures" he stated, staring deeply into her brown eyes. It has to be said, he know how to charm a woman. Flirting with Zunni was his speciality.

“Come on, we need to finish the vase." He took her hand and they started walking towards their quarters. "But I need to change first."

Zunni and Druig were waiting in one of the larger rooms, which was intended for art. Next to the garden, this workroom was her favorite. The mind controller settled back comfortably on the couch and closed his eyes. He was tired after a day, and tomorrow they must be full of strength to fight. Zunni, on the other hand, sat on the stool and looked at the unfinished vase, she could barely see on her eyes as well. She got up impatiently and started walking from one end of the room to the other.

"For Arishem's sake, where is he?" she slightly leaned out into the hallway to see if the person they're talking about is coming.

"He's probably busy showing off to the servants" he replied sleepily, eyes still closed.

"I doubt the servants stopped him." she slipped out. She should keep her mouth shut. Zunni prayed in her mind that he would be here as soon as possible.

Achilles. The greatest of all the Greek warriors. Son of Peleus…and all that.

Zunni had expected something more from him. He didn't shown his best since they arrived in Athens. There were various rumors about him in Babylon, but according to her only one turned out to be true. He was rarely sober, at least in recent times. As Basilis, his aunt, she tried to reach him, but he didn't want to talk at all. The day before she had caught Achilles and Patroclus, his friend from childhood, making love. They didn't noticed her, but the door was ajar, so she closed it quietly and walked away as if nothing had happened. It was obvious to her that they liked each other, but sadly they were hiding it. If she could do something so that they could live together without any consequences, she would help them.

"What do you mean?" still lying on the sofa, he opened one eye and looked at her curiously, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Doesn't matter." she shook her head and dismissed Druig, leaving him unanswered. "I'll strangle him myself when he finally shows up." She grew more and more irritated.

"Don't be so upset m'lady, anger marrs beauty." and that's where his flip side comes in. Apart from his flirting skills, he can also piss someone off at times.

"Maybe I shoud beat both of your asses." She warned him in a sweet but sarcastic tone. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and closed with a loud bang.

"Χαίρετε, comrades." he greeted with a huge smile on his lips. He could barely stand on his feet, but not from tiredness. He got drunk again.

"I can't believe it. You gotta be kidding me." Zunni's hands dropped completely. It was too much.

"I had my reasons." Achilles tried to justify himself somehow, but it was getting worse every day. He swayed slightly as he wanted to get closer to his aunt, so she ran over to him to keep his balance.

"Allie! We were supposed to finish the painting today. How will you pose in such a state?" she gripped him tightly by the muscular shoulders so he could stand straight, but Achilles pulled her to him with all his strength and hugged her, but without a reciprocating.

"Basilis, my dear auntie, I can do this." still holding her in his embrace, he moved away slightly to look at her.

"Zun, it could be worse. Besides, what you expected from him?" she's already pissed off enough. Finally, after a while, she broke free from her nephew's embrace and moved away from the men.

"I'm sick of you, both of you. I'm going to my quarters." she glanced at them and turned towards the door.

"Auntie!" he shouted after her and spread his arms, barely standing on his legs.

"Go to bed!” she shouted back and slammed the door behind her, leaving them both alone.

In the morning the deviants attacked the city unexpectedly. The strongest gods from Olympus gathered to fight, but even they couldn't cope with the bloodthirsty beasts. The Eternals came to their rescue. Ikaris and Zunni, as always eliminated the most dangerous of them in the air, Thena and Gilgamesh collaborated on land, and Sprite and Druig carefully controlled the entire course of the battle, distracting their opponents from time to time. Phastos, on the other hand, was busy with something completely different, he was sitting in his chambers and creating newer and more absurd inventions for the simple Greek society.

After defeating the last deviant in the air, Zunni landed with a crash on the ground near Thena, who had just delivered the last, killing stab to the last beast in Athens. This battle was hers, she got rid of the greatest number of deviants, and it was she who received all the applause. When she managed to slip out of the crowd of happy inhabitants, she approached her sister, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Are you okay?" she crouched down beside her and made sure she was okay. Zunni looked at her sharply, as if breaking out of another trance. Her eyes no longer sparkled with white light. She managed to calm down without complications.

"Yes, everything's alright." she took a deep breath and let it out of her mouth "I'm just exhausted." she laughed and Thena chuckled with her. She got to her feet and offered Zunni a helping hand, which she gripped tightly and stood up, brushing the armor off the soil. "Is everybody okay?" she asked the rest of the team and then began to repair the damage caused by the battle.

In gratitude for saving the Greek capital, the gods of Olympus held a great feast in honor of the Eternals. Various food and drinks were placed on a huge marble table. It was going to be a feast until dawn.

"I'm starving." Gilgamesh admitted, first sitting at the table, rubbing his hands together, he didn't know from to start. At the very beginning, he poured some alcohol to warm up.

"Just don't eat it all at once." Zunni patted him on the back, which almost made him choke on one of the traditional Greek spirits.

"Help yourselves!" Zeus ordered all the people in the dining room, pointing to the full table.

The atmosphere was very pleasant. Everyone talked to each other as if they had always known each other, as if they were family. After two hours of feasting, when everyone had already drunk some liquor, the ambience became even more casual. Sprite, with the help of her extraordinary illusions, told everyone "The Legend of Ikaris", and when the story ended, Gilgamesh and Zunni laughed the loudest in the room.

"So he just...flew into the sun? This is ridiculous." she stated, laughing aloud at Ikaris himself.

“The poor man didn't seem to know how to outmaneuver it” Gilgamesh concluded and took another sip of his drink. Eternal just rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. He raised his goblet slightly towards Zunni, who was seated across from him.

"Oh, I'll wipe that smile off your face one day, believe me." a mysterious smirk appeared on his face, to which everyone reacted with laughter.

"Basilis? Where's your nephew? I heard he's causing a lot of trouble lately." Hera asked politely after a moment when the room calmed down. Oh yeah…Achilles. He's late again.

"He has a lot on his mind recently, he's trying to let off steam in some way. He's still a young boy." she tried to explain his absence from the feast. He was probably still asleep. Zeus's wife was not very satisfied with this answer, although she knew that Zunni was trying to be his good carer.

"Have you finished the vase?" she asked another question and on this point, Zunni had to disappoint her too.

"Not yet. I hope we'll do it tonight." she put a handful of fruit on her plate.

"As long as his hangover will allow it." Phastos, who had sat in silence the whole time, interrupted. Zunni looked up from her plate at the eternal.

"Phastos, weren't you supposed to be in your chambers?" defending Achilles, she tried to bite him back.

"I think I have the right to rest, at least for a while, because I don't know about you, but I work for days." He pointed at each person with his fork and took a bite. The door to the dining room slowly swung open, and Achilles emerged from it, trying to sit down at the table imperceptibly. "There he is." he pointed at the approaching man.

"Sorry, I'm late." he bowed slightly to Zeus and Hera and took an empty seat next to Zunni. It was evident that he was still asleep and that he came here only under duress.

"Together with Hera we thought that since you got rid of the deviants, maybe you'd like to settle down here for a while?" Zeus took his wife's hand and announced his proposal to the Eternals. The team exchanged glances, some nodded without hesitation, and others had mixed feelings about it.

"I don't know, it would be very kind of you, but we'd like to arrange it with our leader first." Ikaris announced to Zeus after a moment of reflection.

"Think about it, people like to be in your company." Hera admitted and smiled genuinely at them. Achilles was still leaning on the table and said nothing. Zunni lightly brushed his hand.

"What stopped you this time? Hey? Is something wrong?" she wanted to finally talk to him, to understand why he was behaving this way.

"It's okay. I need a drink." he took his hand away and reached for the alcohol in front of him. Zunni stubbornly tried to pull him away from it, placing her hand on his once more.

"You just sober up, Allie. Put it down." whispering, she asked him.

"I feel wonderful. Give me a drink!" again her nephew threw her hand away, he was acting so childish.

"Achilles!" she screamed in a whisper so as not to attract the attention of all the guests present. He gave her an irritated look and stood up, loudly pushing his chair back.

"Great, I wish you a lovely feast, then." he bowed before leaving the room, full of bitterness. There was an awkward silence in the room.

"What an annoying kid, how are you dealing with him?" Phastos commented on. It gone too far. Zunni had to talk to him seriously after all, so she got up from her seat as well and picked up the alcohol that Achilles had wanted to drink a moment earlier. It seemed that this was the only way for him to finally open up to her. “Hey, where are you going?” Phastos asked as she walked away from the table.

"Don't disturb yourselves, I must finally talk some sense into him. Thank you for hospitality, Zeus." she bowed culturally and took the alcohol under her arm.

"The pleasure is all mine." he nodded, smiling slightly at her, then continued to eat the dish.

"Should I go with you?" Druig was sitting a few chairs away, and as Zunni passed by him, he grabbed her gently by the waist to make her look at him. He offered her support.

"There is no need, thank you." she smiled a little sadly and took his hand off her body. She headed to the exit and began to follow Achilles.

She didn't have to search long. Her nephew was sitting in the garden, staring at the landscape of Athens from above. She approached him and waved a jug lightly with his favorite alcohol in his sight. He seemed to be a little bit surprised.

"I want to understand you, but I don't know how anymore. I thought maybe this would convince you?" she approached him closer and handed him the alcohol, then sat down on the bench next to him, while Achilles put the jug down on the ground and sighed heavily.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving for war." he gasped his words as he stared straight ahead. Zunni's eyes widened. Why is she finding out about it now? "And the best part is, only thanks to me they can conquer Troy."

"What are you talking about?" she asked him a question, stepping back slightly.

"According to the prophecy of Calchas, it's thanks to me, that they can win this war. There is only one catch..." He lowered his head and took a deep breath. "I'm going to die..."

For a moment, Zunni didn't believe what she had just heard. Achilles, her nephew, the person she has to protect at all cost, is doomed to die. She didn't take her eyes off him and after a moment she took his cheek and turned him so that he finally looked at her. He was unmoved, and in fact he seemed to be reconciled with his fate. But Zunni wasn't.

"You're not going anywhere. I forbid you!" she shook her head and raised her tone to which he stood up abruptly.

"You won't be deciding about my life! I'm leaving tomorrow morning, whether you like it or not!" he started screaming at her.

"When we got here, I promised Zeus to look after you!" she got up from her seat and began to speak to Achilles, who had his back to her, "It's my duty to stop you from doing this. "Why do you care so much about the glory, if you're going to be dead?!" he turned to her as he heard the last word.

"What do you know about me, huh? Maybe that's what I want?" he shrugged and continued arguing.

"That's not true." she said immediately and firmly.

"How do you know that?" pointed at her with his open hand to continue her speech.

"I know about you and about Patroclus..." a grimace appeared on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't manage to. "Before you say anything, I really care about you. he was really happy." he walked closer to her, and she touched his shoulder gently, "I'm sorry I couldn't prove it to you sooner, but I also get lost in this sometimes." a single tear ran down her cheek. "You can think of me whatever you want, but for me you'll always be my family." Zunni's confession stunned Achilles. His expression softened, but he continued to insist on his.

"Sorry, but that's what my goal is. I know your opinion about the war. You would stop the bloodshed at all costs, if you could. And...Patroclos is going with me." She lowered her hand and took a few steps back.

"You'll lead him to the slaughter. I don't support this. We protect your planet from all violence, and you use it anyway." she expressed her opinion with her arms folded.

"Basilis...as my aunt, please respect my decision." this time it was he who grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She was the only person besides Patroclus who could understand him. She didn't support what might happen in the near future, but she had no other choice. Zunni closed her eyes and hugged him. Achilles deepened his embrace, thanking her for understanding.

ATHENS | 1186 PNE

The war lasted much longer than the Eternals had expected. Only Druig, Thena, Gilgamesh and Zunni decided to stay in Greece. She watched it all closely from a distance, still worried about her nephew. She realized long ago that she'll not convince him. The Eternals were receiving messages from the front from one of their trusted soldiers, he informed them of all Achilles' exploits. Some were indeed worthy of a hero, but the rest not very much. Not for Zunni. The informant was due to arrive in the capital a few weeks ago, but he never did.

A worried Druig entered Zunni's quarters. She was standing by the balcony with her arms folded, admiring Athens.

"Something must have happened." she admitted, standing with her back to him. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Maybe they had some complications along the way." he tried to cheer her up.

"This is taking too long." she sighed. "I have to end this." Druig turned her gently to face him. "I don't have the strength to only hear about the losses these people suffer." she confessed to him after ten years of being quiet.

“Zun, we can't-”

“I don't care what I can and cannot do anymore! I had allowed this slaughter to go on for way too long. Ten fucking years waiting for this torment to end! He's my nephew, I love him. I guess I deserve to see him again. One last time." she sobbed loudly. Druig analyzed what she had just said. She was not wrong. He also didn't supported that and wanted to let her alone into this mess.

"I'm going with you." he stated.

Later that day, they flew away in search of a camp near Troy, which allegedly contained Achilles and Patroclus.

Druig held tightly to his companion and together they were flying over the Aegean Sea. The land was now in sight, together they looked for the nearest Achaean camp. Zunni and Druig landed near one of them to check if they were in right place. Three warriors stood outside patrolling the area. As they spotted the Eternals approaching, they recognized them in the blink of an eye. One of them trotted up to them.

“Basilis! What are you doing here? Something happened in Athens?" he began to question anxiously, he didn't expect their presence.

“Where is Achilles? Is he here? " she looked around the camp from afar.

"Yes, my lady. He is, but a few kilometers away and still fighting. He should be back soon." he answered her. Thank Arishem, he was still alive. Maybe all is not lost yet.

The soldier led them into the camp. There were bloody warriors everywhere, groaning in pain. On the way to some free tents, Zunni remembered to ask on more question, equally important.

"Tell me one more thing...what happened to Patroclus?" he stopped and looked down on his feets. The soldier considered his words for a few good moments, but in the end he only pointed on the tent to the west of them.

“I'm sorry, my Lady…but he's dead. He was slain today at the battle." he finally confessed. She stared at the indicated tent for a long moment, hesitating to go in there. If Achilles didn't know it, he'll face severe agony. Zunni and Druig eventually entered to the tent where the dead Patroclus was lying. He was battered and bloodied, his face as pale as a sculpture. She covered her mouth with her hand. That was horrible. The worst part is that Achilles let it happen. At the same time, the perplexed hero stormed into the tent. When he saw the body of his beloved one, he fell into great despair. He knelt in front of him and hugged him as tightly as he could while his tears ran down his cheeks like a stream. Zunni discreetly asked Druig to leave them alone. When he did so, she approached her desperate nephew and hugged him tightly as well, trying to soothe him at all costs.

“Shhh… I'm with you, Achilles. Let it all out. I got you." she closed her eyes and the two of them sat there for an hour until he stopped shedding tears.

After a while, Zunni led him to his bed. He wished to take Patroclus with him. They were both lying on the sheets, Achilles was brushing the strands of his beloved's hair away, and Zunni was playing quiet, calm melodies on the lyre nearby the bed. He turned his sleepy gaze from his lover to his aunt and stared at her for a few seconds. When she felt his eyes on her, she lifted hers as well.

“Tomorrow I will kill Hector. I must avenge him." Achilles' eyes became wet again. Zunni just hummed to herself. "Do you want to stop me?" he asked in a low tone. She sat in silence for a moment, then said something that surprised him and something she didn't expected she would ever tell this to.

"I will not even try to...If you die, I wouldn't be surprised if I do the same for you."

He needed that, he needed these words. Deep inside, the thought of the next day hurted him, but he tried not to showing it, so he just nodded and started stroking Patroclus's hair once more.

Achilles received new armor early in the morning and left without saying goodbye. He was afraid that if he would saw his caregiver again, he would gave up. The hours were passing horribly slowly, but it was finally done. Hector died and with this, revenge was fulfilled. Achilles didn't talk much after the incident. Together with the soldiers, they were planning an attack on Troy. Zunni and Druig didn't interfere in their doings. She just wanted to stay with her nephew until the very end. One day have passed, commanders and warriors began to leave the camp. This time he didn't say goodbye either. They waited alone for the end of the war.

Druig was enjoying a plate of fruits and Zunni was peeking out of her tent every so often, looking for any soldier. But nobody had come. It was evening, she had a feeling that this day would become the history, but her mind wandered around Achilles all the time. He wasn't her nephew anymore. He became someone much more important to her.

She ran out of her tent without saying a word, leaving Druig alone and took to the air as quickly as possible. She began to fly towards Troy. It was several kilometers from the city, but already high flames engulfing the battlefield could be seen. As Zunni flew closer, she saw everyone slaughtering each other like animals and setting fire to everything they could. The city was covered in blood. She looked everywhere, but nowhere to see Achilles. She came even closer. Paris, brother of Hector, was in her sight as he was aiming his bow. The arrow hit her nephew's heel. That was the end. She flew to him, didn't manage to catch him, so he fell to the ground with a thud. His breaths became less and less regular. With the lasts of his strength he looked at her.

"You weren't the perfect caregiver, dear aunt...b-but you were the mother I needed." moved by his words, she began to sob and laid her forehead on Achilles', who breathed one last time. The battle continued around them, but he was the only thing that mattered to her. However, her mourning was interrupted by an arrow aimed by Paris, which bounced off her protective barrier. She turned and picked herself up from the ground, grasping the sword dropped by her nephew.

“Do you want to avenge him?! Let it be a fair duel. Without any magic, witch!" he challenged her. Zunni became even more furious and without thinking she got rid off her shield and all powers for that moment. When it happened, Paris drew his sword and started running towards her. Zunni rapidly blocked his first hit, again and again. She pushed him a few inches from her and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him even further. He slammed his fist on the ground and rose from it, gasping intensely. This time it was she who started to punching him. Paris tried to protect himself from them by dodging, but Zunni took a big swing and cut his stomach. It was not a fatal blow, but he felt it, then grabbed his stomach and blood appeared on his hand. Without hesitation, she took another swing with her sword and this time she cut his arm, which caused Paris to fall on his knees. A sword escaped from his hands and he became defenseless. She came close enough to him to put the sword to his throat. Her eyes flashed white light several times, there was a vengeance in them. But before she delivered the killing blow, Druig could be heard in her mind.

"If you kill him, you will not bring him back." Druig was in her mind from the very beginning when she escaped from the camp. He followed her each movement and wanted her to stop before doing something that she could regret later.

In fury, Zunni hesitated for a few more seconds, but finally let go of Achilles' killer and took a few steps back. Paris didn't know what to do. There was fear in his eyes. He grabbed his throat and breathed deeply before taking his bow and sword and then disappearing into the ruins of Troy.

Several days have passed since the deaths of Achilles and Patroclus. On the hill near their camp, an obelisk was builded in honor of the hero. Zunni knelt in front of it and arranged the most beautiful flowers around the grave, then lit a few candles. She did the same at his beloved's tomb. When she finished, she got up and started praying for a while. Maybe that's what he wanted? After all, they're happy together and going to love each other until the end of the world or even longer. Zunni took Achilles' sword from her belt. Gods allowed her to keep it as a souvenir. She laid it down carefully on the grass and in one graceful movement gave it some of the cosmic energy she possesses. She always carried the sword with her, and with it...her son.

ATHENS | ONE DAY LATER

The Eternals were due to leave Greece this day and return to the rest of the team in Babylon. Zunni was ready an hours ago. She spent her last moments in an art studio. At last she finished the vase. The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with one hand and stood up to see it whole. It looked magnificent. None other than Druig knocked on the door.

"We are leaving." he informed her. Yet Zunni was still staring at her creation. He walked over to her and began to admire it as well. "Beautiful." Druig stated. He looked around the room and found her bags not far away. "I will wait for you outside." he was heading for the exit and left the room. Zunni looked at the vase for a few seconds longer and after a while she grabbed her baggage and left the room as well.

The vase depicts Achilles and Patroclus in their embrace with swords holding high. In the background behind them the Eternals fight with the deviants.

BABYLON | A WEEK LATER

"Grounded?!" upon their return to Mesopotamia, everything quickly came to light. Due to the fact that Zunni entered the field of the Trojan War and almost killed Paris, Ajak decided to chill Zunni's actions. She didn't tell Arishem about it, because the sentence would have been more severe, so she decided to punish her herself.

"You will not be able to fight the deviants or go on missions outside Babylon until further notice." she told her firmly. Druig was also in the room, trying to help ease her punishment. It could have been much worse. Zunni didn't tell Ajak that Druig was with her all the time, because he would also got grounded. But does he ever listens to her?

"I was there with her!" just as the team leader was about to leave the room, Druig have confessed. She turned to face him and looked at him suspiciously.

"Were you on the battlefield with her, or several kilometers from Troy?" she asked him a trick question. He looked at Zunni, who was clearly telling him to give up and not continue the argument. The mind conttroller didn't listened to her.

"We were there together." after a long moment, he lied. Ajak hummed and continued to stare deep into his eyes.

“You're lying Druig. Give it a rest. I will not ground you." she didn't agree.

He walked around the room to come up with some excuse. Zunni cursed under her breath. What he was doing was so childish, but also kinda sweet that he wouldn't leave her alone. After a moment he looked at one of the flowers in the pot and pushed it to the ground. The rug was soiled with dirt all over it. Ajak hands dropped. She was resigned. Zunni hid her flushed cheeks in her hands. Druig changed his face expression and was about to say an insult directed to the leader, but she overtook him.

“Okay, that's enough. You're grounded." she left irritated by the whole situation and slammed the door behind her. Zunni looked at him in disbelief and a characteristic smirk appeared on his face. She turned to face the balcony, you could see the landscape beyond the Babylon's walls. The Eternals were just battling the deviants attacking one of the villages. She watched the fight closely, thinking of that she has to wait a while before returning to the battlefield. Zunni felt Druig's soft breath on the back of her neck. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He enjoyed relishimg her scent, tenderly pressed his jaw against the side of her head.

"You're a dumbass, you know that?" she started to tease him and he just laughed at the nickname she gave him. For the rest of the battle they both watched the stunning landscape and enjoyed by themselves presence.

THREE DAYS LATER...

During another deviant attack, the team had to split up. Gilgamesh and Ikaris fought right outside the city gates, while the rest fought a few miles away. A lot of the creatures flew, which made it difficult for them to cooperate. The flying Eternal tried to get the situation under control, but there were still too many of them. He was centimeters away from one of the monsters. He covered himself with his hands, knowing he was going to get hit. It didn't happened. With the help of her energy, Zunni managed to eliminate the enemy before it could had harmed her friend. Ikaris uncovered himself and looked at her surprised.

"I'm gone for a few days and everything is falling apart." she taunted him, then eliminated another deviant approaching him. “Someone is out of shape, man. Focus." she flee away from him and took care of the rest of the beasts.

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A/N: i promise that the next chapter will focus only on relationship with druig 🤠

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redwingstan · 2 years

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Hi 👋 may I request Kingo meeting female reader for the first time and him taking a liking to her headcanons?

So like- maybe she's a human that is working on set with him or maybe she's a new born eternal? Whatever you want! (But if you do the eternal thing, could she have plant powers please? Tysm in advance:)

author's note: thank you for taking time to request something, anon! I went the route of the reader being human and working on set with kingo! Hope you enjoy!

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As a struggling stylist, you couldn't seem to hold down a job. It wasn't because you weren't good at it - you were the best in the business, according to your friends and loved ones - but rather the industry was cutthroat and competitive.

Thankfully, you managed to land a job as Kingo's on-set stylist.

Upon meeting him, the both of you hit off smoothly. With Kingo being rather talkative, you weren't as nervous about meeting about him as before.

You told him of your experience and how you weren't afraid to work with bright colors when it came to putting outfits together. Thankfully, he took a liking to your confidence and charming personality:

"Oh, I think I'm going to like this one," he said to Karun. Kingo looked back at you with one his charming smiles. "I believe we're going to work very well together."

And the two of you did.

The professional relationship you both developed soon turned into a close friendship.

As you pieced outfits together, the both of you would exchange laughs and stories about your time in the industry.

There was never a dull moment when you two were together.

Kingo enjoyed your presence so much that he hired you as his personal stylist for awards shows and premieres.

It wasn't until one night after he had won an award for one of his movies, that he leaned over and rested a hand on yours, saying:

"I just want you to know that none of this could've been possible without you, [your name]."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter. You had had feelings for him for quite some time, but given Kingo's status, you didn't think he'd admit this to you in public.

"The award or your outfit?" You'd say with a smirk, giving his hand a light squeeze.

He'd chuckle softly at your response.

"Both," He'd say before pressing a kiss to your cheek and giving your hand another squeeze.

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foreverandeternallyyours · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT CITY (DruigxReader, The Eternals)

sitting in front of my laptop on google docs at 1130 pm turned into this little drabble coming to life! definitely going to have a part 2, i’d rather post smaller parts over a period of time than a giant lengthy fic at once. my first ever writing based on the eternals and i hope you all love it.

may or may not have written it up and not edited it. the world will never know

no warnings, just mention of slight fluff.

word count: 903

eventual druig x reader, gender neutral so everyone can enjoy.

part two

You’d gone centuries without so much as a word of contact, and yet you found yourself laying in bed in your small apartment in the big city, your mind clouded with wonderings.

‘Where is he? What has he been up to all this time? Does he ever think of me like i’ve thought of him?’

The last time you’d seen him was in the ancient city of tenochtitlan, where he’d finally broken on his true feelings towards humans and their sufferings. His heart was in the right place, but his mind refused to accept why it was necessary. You remembered catching up to him, hugging him, the silence had been deafening in that moment. And then, it ended, and the group had disbanded.

It was painful being an Eternal. You were doomed to living centuries and outliving every mortal you came into contact with. You still held memories of those you’d encountered throughout the vast span of your life that were now long gone. The memories you held closest, however, were to your fellow Eternals- the family you had lost touch with. Despite the miles and continents you’d covered in your travels, never once did you catch so much of a glimpse of the ones you missed.

Especially him. Druig.

The bond you shared was deeper than the ones you held with the rest. At least you thought so, it was clear he didn’t hold the same regard. You never stopped looking. It seemed as though he never started.

The lights of the city cast a soft light through your window, pulling you from your somber thoughts. You saw the rise of civilization, of technology and of cities and towns. Your favorite place to be was in the big city, so full of life and so populated. You couldn’t stay long in any one place (people would eventually realize that as they grew older and went through the stages of aging, you stayed exactly the same) and your time here was wrapping up.

Your bed was pushed up against the window for the best view overlooking the bustling city. Skyscrapers twinkled in the distance with interior lights, neon signs of various establishments were hardly visible below, and the hum of sound closer to the ground floors of your building was like music to your ears. You were a city person through and through, and that was your next destination- same gist, just different place.

The books and notebooks scattered around your bed were pushed off to the side as you stretched out in bed. Better to get some sleep versus none, or at least try. You wished you had photos to remember everyone with, but they only existed in your mind. Closing your eyes, you eventually lulled yourself into a sleep.

xxx

“Should we wake them up? Youve seen how they are if you wake them up.”

Your eyes snapped open upon hearing someone speak, a man, rather close by as well. You’d fallen asleep and couldn’t have been down longer than a few hours when you stirred naturally, and before you could even fall asleep, you heard someone. And just like that, you were wide awake.

“We can’t wait around for them to get up, we have to find everyone else too, you know.”

Shooting up and looking around, your eyes adjusted in the darkness and your jaw nearly fell off from dropping so hard. There in the darkness were the ones you’d never stopped thinking about, a few of them at least.

Ikaris. Kingo. Sersi. Sprite. And a man with a camera in his hands, whoever he was. Nevermind to that.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Kingo exclaimed. You could always count on him to lighten the mood; feeling as though the world was moving in slow motion, you clambered up from the bed and rushed to him, enveloping him in a hug as you felt your breathing quicken. He stood tense for a moment, caught off guard by the motion, but quickly wrapped his arms around you.

Pulling away, your vision blurred with tears as you looked up at him and then to everyone else. “I couldn’t find any of you,” you choked out, hurrying to hug the others as well. “I tried so hard, i swear to it..”

Sersi gave you a warm smile, next to Druig she was your second favorite.

Druig, who was absent, as well as Ajak, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Makkari and Thena.

The confusion on your face must have been apparent, as Sersi put her hand on your shoulder to tell you of Ajak’s death. You had crumpled to the floor and cried; had you known the last time you saw her would have been the last time, you’d have been more appreciative.

After that, everything seemed to meld together as you left your misshapen life behind to regroup. It seemed as though everything was falling into place as you reunited with everyone, though you felt shaken at the thought of seeing him again. You soaked up the time before you all made your way to the Amazon and to the small community of villagers. ‘Of course,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he’d have his own humans to protect.’

You were admiring the impressive scenery before you when the doors to the main compound opened. There he stood, the same as you remembered him in your memories. “I missed all of you. Please, make yourselves at home.”

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sideblogofhell · 9 months

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a body with two souls

summary: there are stories about who druig truly is, he lets you see a glimpse of the truth pairing: druig x male reader word count: 1.3k warnings: 18+ warning, mutual masturbation, mind control, dom!druig, kinda dark if u put your mind into it, if u dont like ignore a/n: part three im back!

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Stars don’t fall for men, and gods don’t come down from the heavens for men. There were stories passed down in the commune, that the leader was a god that came down with other gods. That they were there when the first civilizations were forged, guiding man as they advanced.

The leader had always loomed in the community like a shadow, with his dark robes and his black hair against his pale skin, he was like some dark angel on Earth. He would walk around and deal with troubles in the community, settling disputes and administering justice. You’ve grown fond of him, he was always gentle to you, his soft voice always over your shoulder showering you with praises as you cooked for everyone.

After everyone was served dinner he thanked you for the wonderful meal and asked if you would meet him before midnight outside his cabin. You stood outside his door under the moonlight, it grew quite dark in the commune at night when the torches were turned off. His voice creaked in the door like he instantly knew of your presence. Come in, his voice echoed in your head.

You opened the door to his cabin, it was a small space. There was a fireplace at the back of the room with an antique throne chair near it, his bed at the side with animal furs as rugs. There were some old relics on a shelf along with some old leather-bound books. Some torches lit the room, the cold air leaving your skin in exchange for the heat of the fire.

“How was your day?” he asked, approaching you with a swiftness that felt inhuman. His hand reached for yours, warm around your cold palms. His blue eyes were set on yours. “Dinner was splendid as always.”

“It was good,” you said, your voice hitched at the end of the sentence. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, you’re always splendid,” he said smiling. Your eyes were set on your feet avoiding his gaze. His index finger touches your chin, lifting it so that your eyes meet his. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You swore for a second that his eyes glimmered a faint gold.

“Do you know what people say about me?” he asked, leaving you to place more wood on the fire. There were indeed whispers about Druig. That he was a god with the power to influence people’s minds, or that he was one of the angels that rebelled against god.

“They say you were a trickster, that you toyed with man’s deepest desires,” you said. He hovered around you, his cold presence made the hairs on your skin rise. “Or that you’re a fallen angel.”

“I’m no angel,” he laughs. “But I do know everyone’s deepest fantasies.”

“How so?”

“Not important—but it is interesting that you find the idea of me seducing you somewhat arousing,” he whispered to your ear. You fell back in shock, your back falling into his chest. He trails his nose on the skin on your nape, taking in your scent.

You had thought about it, his dominating presence was arousing to you. You would sometimes think of it at night as you touched yourself, wanting him to take you for his. Maybe the whispers were right, he truly was a trickster god.

“What a naughty boy you are,” he smirked, he traced his fingers on your arm, his light touches drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you so bad. “If I told you that the whispers are true would you run away from me?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

He walked around so that his body was in front of you, towering over you. “Do you trust me?” he said, his hands cupping your face.

“Yes, sir.”

He takes you near the fireplace, taking a seat on the throne chair, legs sprawled. Kneel, his voice whispered inside your head, as if it were your thoughts. Tonight you give up yourself to me, that is what you want right? You nod, looking up at him as you knelt.

Show me how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me.

Your cock throbbed inside your pants, you palmed it to the sound of his voice inside your head. You took out your sex and started stroking, it was achingly hard. You let saliva drip out of your lips to your cock, the slippery sensation drawing out moans from you. You see him start to palm his erection, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, something about this amused him.

He took out his thick cock and started to stroke it at the very same pace you were stroking. His free hand cupped his balls as his pink tip glistened against the fire. In your head, you would have crawled to him and taken him into your mouth. You felt drunk like any sense of inhibition was taken away from you as your fingers wrapped around your cock.

Would you give yourself up to me?

You nodded like a hungry dog, eyes beady in front of him. Druig looked down onto the moaning mess at his feet, cock leaking, your face flushed as your hand pumped your sex. He wanted to take things further, control your mind to his pleasure. To place himself inside your body for him to control, he had never done it with anyone, but your pleading eyes made him almost lose it.

“Please use me, sir.”

That was it. You saw his eyes fully glow a bright gold, like shining stars in front of you. Your body felt light like your soul lifted from your body. You were fully aware of your body’s sensations but you couldn’t move your limbs. Druig was in control of your body, he could feel your hardness alongside his. With his own will, your hands started to stroke your cock, his hand stroking his own at the same pace. It felt like someone else’s hands were stroking you, it was a strange but satisfying feeling.

Your body felt insane, like your body had two souls, your and his taking control of your body. Your hips started to thrust into your hand, you were fully fucking your hand like it were someone's body. Druig’s hand was already wet with precum, the slippery sounds of your cocks filled the room alongside the sounds of burning wood. The sight was intoxicating to Druig, a moaning mess, you were. Your body crawled nearer to him, his hand running through your hair as he pumped his cock.

Your whole arm was moving like clockwork, stroking your member to the point that it was aching red, leaking precum on the carpeted floor. Druig was close, his hips bucking into his hand as his chest heaved. You were already panting, sweat dripping down your forehead. You looked up at him, mouth agape as you reached for air. Druig projected his pleasure to your mind, the feeling was so alien to your body that it drew your mind to a blur, the pleasure coursing through your body like a strange wave of electricity.

The feeling of the two of you nearing climax in your feeble mundane mind was sending you into ecstasy, you were panting like crazy, Druig too. He was groaning under his breath, his thick cock blushing pink as he stood up holding your head. At the same stroke of your hands, you shot cum on his leather boots crying out in pleasure, as Druig let out a loud groan of pleasure as his cum released into your mouth, some smearing across your face.

You dropped down to the carpet floor in fatigue, chasing your breath after what happened. Druig picked you up and carried you to his bed, cleaning you up with a damp cloth. He later joined you in bed, stroking your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. Myths were right, the trickster god did indeed toy with people’s pleasure.

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beyondspaceandstars · 10 months

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Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it).

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though.

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything.

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village.

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

"Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind.

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked.

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle.

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze.

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would.

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

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livsoulsecrets · 2 years

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Drukkari fic - I should’ve asked you how to be

Summary: Druig opens up to Makkari about his feelings in the aftermath of Ajak’s death and the battle with Ikaris.

Makkari had just woken up and barged out of her room in a half-asleep state to stumble upon the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was a Saturday early morning, the first they spent at Ajak’s house since they decided to stay there for some weeks before Makkari, Thena and Druig left to search for the other Eternals.

As usual, Makkari was the early riser among her family, at least that is what she assumed until her eyes darted to the nearest window in the kitchen and laid on a figure sitting alone under the only tree that occupied the garden.

Makkari blinked a couple of times before she properly believed her own eyes.

It was Druig, in gray T-shirt and sweatpants, head laying against the tree and eyes closed.

The sight of him was enough to render her to a frozen mess, but she forced herself to move anyway after some long seconds.

Druig was never one to wake up so early, if he was awake, Makkari could only assume something was bothering him.

Forgetting all about the coffee she was craving, she grabbed her shoes and advanced into the broad distance that stood between the house and where Druig was sitting down.

She didn’t bother to make her presence noted, knowing Druig was always able to tell when she approached him.

Proving her point, Druig’s eyes snapped open the second she stood in front of him, wearing an oversized t-shirt she had found on Ajak’s closet, a massive drawing of one of Kingo’s famous characters printed on it.

When Druig laid his eyes on her outfit, his mouth quirked up into a discreet smile and she rolled her eyes at him. He tapped the grass at his side, indicating she should sit down and Makkari obliged, laying against the tree as he was doing.

She could understand why he had planted himself at this spot now: the wind was less aggressive here, but a soft breeze still kissed their skin, not allowing the heat to overwhelm them. Also, it was away enough from the house to grant some privacy at the same time it allowed everyone to know where he was and that he was safe.

After all they had been through, it became a recurring habit for them to check on each other despite being all in the same house. Phastos hid it well, but he had been following Ben and Jack with his eyes at every turn and Thena wouldn’t go a whole hour without popping up behind one of them as if she was afraid they would disappear.

Makkari wouldn’t admit it, but she had entered Druig’s room more than once to make sure he was still there and panicked when she thought him to be gone.

Some seconds later, she would look over her shoulder and there he was: coming out of the kitchen, entering the living room, walking by Jack’s side as the boy told him about planets and stars.

Her shoulders would immediately relax at the sight of him and, every time, he would catch her eyes briefly and smile, as if he meant to tell her silently “I’m right here”.

— Why are you awake so early? — She asked once they were settled, side by side. Druig followed her hands with his eyes as she signed and took a moment to answer.

— I could not fall asleep. — His short response didn’t fool her for a second, but she didn’t mention it.

— Any reason for that? — She asked, turning her body towards him, observing his brow furrow as he thought about the question. Makkari watched attentively as the muscles on his throat tensed and he swallowed once before answering her.

— I found something in my room last night. — He starts, hands slowly uniting to sign. Makkari tilted her head, trying to think of a reason why that would be enough to disturb him. — Something I thought to be lost and forgotten a long time ago.

He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyelids. Makkari laid a hand on his forearm, concerned about how distressed he was.

Druig didn’t look up, but his muscles relaxed under her touch and she moved carefully to remove his hands from his face.

— What was it? — She questioned, once he stared at her again.

— It was a Marduk miniature. I gifted it to Ajak when we were living in Babylon.

Makkari’s face dropped at his answer, her heart swelling inside her chest. She understood how devastating it was to run into such a tangent memory of somebody you loved and lost.

After all, the entire house they were occupying felt like a constant and painful reminder of the empty space Ajak had left on their lives.

— I gained it from a merchant after I saved him from an angry costumer. — He laughed, but even without hearing the sound, Makkari knew it was hollow. His eyes were empty and his shoulders were slumped down, as if Druig was shrinking into himself. — I thought it didn’t exist anymore. But she kept it… I don’t even know why. — He revealed, signing faster.

— She kept it because she wanted to remember. — Makkari added quickly, their arms brushing as he bent over to pay attention to what she was saying.

— Remember what? — Druig questioned, shrugging. Makkari couldn’t contain a small smile from tugging at her lips when his face contorted in confusion.

His blue gaze was glittering as it focused on hers and, not for the first time, Makkari thought the sun had been made only for it to reflect on his eyes.

— Remember you. — She responded, laying a finger against his chest to reinforce her point.

His lips pursed and he shook his head, firmly, dismissing her answer.

— Why would she want to remember me? After everything?

— Because she loved you. She loved all of us.

— She lied to us, Makkari. For our whole lives.

— I know… I was angry too. I still am, but Ajak was my family. And you can be furious at family and still love them.

Makkari hoped he understood the underlying meaning of her words: that Druig, too, could mourn and love Ajak in the same intensity he resented her.

His eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath, as if he is bracing himself for what he is about to reveal.

— I realized something a while ago. Something that I didn’t allow myself to think about until now. — He blurted out. She realized he was mumbling the words as well as he was signing them, since his throat was moving constantly and she could sense the vibrations coming off him.

Considering they were alone, Makkari suspected he was voicing those words for himself, to try and make sense of what he was feeling.

— What’s it? — She asked, concern bottling up inside of her.

— I never had a mom. — As he brought his thumb to his chin in order to sign the word mom, his eyes glittered with pain.

It had never crossed her mind that Druig would be the one to bring that up.

— None of us had. — He added, firm hands forming the signs with calculated strength that pointed out how angry the statement made him feel. — I used to think I had a mom back in Olympia. Or some type of family back there. Even though I didn’t remember them, even though I left, I used to think I came from someone. But that was a lie Arishem planted on my head. We came from nothing.

Makkari wished that her hands would move as fast as the rest of her body usually did, but nothing came to her mind. There were no words of comfort that could possibly make this better. She had been plagued by the same type of thoughts when she first uncovered the truth, finding herself capable of missing a home that had never existed out of her own fabricated memories.

Still, there had been no time for her to dwell on such feelings as the possible end of the world approached and Ikaris showed his true colors. Only now, listening to Druig’s own confession of anger and disappointment, she had been able to revisit that place of mind.

Nonetheless, Makkari had found peace in knowing, regardless of how she came to be, she would always have a home by her family’s side. Despite her initial shock, being back with the other Eternals had restored her soul and the idea of leaving to find more of those who were like them filled Makkari with hope of better days to come.

Still, she couldn’t blame Druig for not seeing things in the same light. The lies that they were fed during an eternity couldn’t easily be swept away.

— And the worst part is not even that. It’s the fact Ajak was the only mom I ever had and she lied to me the whole time I knew her. — Makkari had barely recovered from the shock of his words when he went on to sign some more:

— She’s dead now. I can’t see her again. I can’t even fight her anymore. I can’t-

Druig chokes up and Makkari has to physically restrain herself from laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, fearing she would stop him from saying everything he has been keeping bottled up.

— I can’t even tell her I’m sorry for leaving. That I’m sorry she is gone and I did nothing to save her. That we believed in Ikaris’ lies, like we believed in hers.

This time, when his lips pursued and his hands fell, he stayed completely still. She waited for long moments until it became clear he had nothing else to say.

That is when Makkari leaped forward and hugged him as strongly as she could. Druig froze under her embrace for a second or two until she squeezed him harder and he gave in, throwing his arms around her. She pulled him against her chest and rested their weight against the tree, brushing through his hair with her fingers, massaging his scalp carefully.

The position was a bit awkward, considering Druig was much taller than her, but they adjusted to each other eventually and his body relaxed against her own.

Druig was never the type to ugly-cry or make much noise on times like these. Every time Makkari had seen him cry, it had been as if a blaze was slowly consuming him on the inside, erupting out of his eyes in silent tears. The only time he made noise was when the anger took over his body and his voice rose like thunder, the vibrations of it coursing through her spine. She had only ever seen it happen a few times over the course of thousands of years.

This, though, was different. He wasn’t crying because he was angry or feeling betrayed. This was pain, the type of pain he had buried deep inside to try and get away from, but, nonetheless, the sort of pain that caught up with him all the same.

The sobs erupted from his chest and made his entire body shake. Even then, Makkari didn’t let him go, holding him in place, cradled in her arms. She held him until his tears had dried out, until his body became stable under her touch again.

It took almost half an hour for him to move away from her embrace, sitting up again. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with tears, but the sight of his face was still the most remarkable vision of her lifetime.

— Are you okay? — She asked, not being able to let go of her concern about his state. He nodded, signing a quick “yes” back her way. Even though he was clearly shaken up, his answer seemed to be honest enough to grant her some relief. — So, let me tell you something. — Makkari starts carefully signing, trying to choose wisely what she is about to say, in order to not make him sadder.

— Sure. — He complies, tilting his head to view her better.

— I know it is hard to believe now, but she already knew all that. She kept your gift because she knew. It did not matter you had fought or that she was keeping secrets or that you were angry. She kept it because she loved you and knew you loved her.

Druig doesn’t move to sign anything, appearing to be taken aback by what she shared. Makkari bends forward and lays a hand on his cheek, softly caressing his face as he leans into the touch. She rests her forehead against his, like they did back at the beach when they saw each other again after the battle.

She took a deep breath and he followed her, the two of them falling into the same rhythm, eyes closed as they did so.

For a while, everything was still on Makkari’s mind, which didn’t happen often, so she held on to the moment for as long as she could.

Eventually, though, she was the one who pulled back, brushing his shoulder to let him know he should look back at her again.

— I am sorry you did not see her again before her death. I wish things were different. She died trying to make things better, to fix her mistakes. All we can do is try to follow her example, even now. We can only hope to make the right choices and count on each other when we don’t succeed. — Makkari hopes she is making some sense, hands hanging mid-air as she decides what to do next. — Do you understand? — She asks, finally, wanting to make sure Druig can see where she is coming from.

— I do. — Druig finally signs, nodding once he did so, biting his bottom lip for a second as he appeared to be deep in thought. — Thank you, Makkari. — She shakes her head and is about to tell him there is no need for that, but he raises a hand, making her stop. — Let me do this, alright? — He asks, sheepishly smiling at her. — Thank you, for real. I needed this today.

His gaze feels like a thousand feathers touching her skin at once as he drags his eyes across her face, almost excruciatingly slow. Not for the first time, she wonders if he can somehow sense the way her mind always overworks around him, especially when she is under his close exam.

Then, he signs again, pushing any coherent thought out of her mind in a matter of seconds.

— I really needed you. — He tells her in the same nonchalant way he says the most remarkable things that haunt Makkari even on her sleep. — Thank you for being here, as you always are. — The heat emanating from his body dwells into hers and Makkari nods, hoping he knows there is no universe where she isn’t there for him.

She lays her head on his shoulder instead of telling him that, though, and his right arm curls around her shoulders in a familiar gesture. Makkari closes her eyes as she melts against his side, her hand tightening around the soft material of his shirt.

Ajak, we miss you so much, she thinks, foolishly hoping the woman can somehow listen to her.

But don’t worry about Druig, she vows, I will look after him.

Always.

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Fashion Mistakes

Pairings: Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal!Reader (Sephia) and Druig x Hecate!Eternal!Reader (Kaetlyn) Words: ~2.5 k Summary: Sephia needs a wardrobe upgrade, and Sersi is as much as a menace as Kaet sometimes Warning: Probably very inaccurate descriptions of historical fashion trends, Sersi is a 10/10 shipper, Kaety is dramatic AF, Druig is an unbothered king Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in 27 dresses, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

You loved your sisters. But there were times where the two of them could be a bit…much, especially when they worked together. This was evident by how the two Eternals razed through her closet to sort out her clothes to decide which were to be kept, and which would be discarded. Every piece of furniture or tile on the floor was covered in an array of textiles and patterns as if a hurricane ran through a fabric store.

“Is this really necessary?” you groaned out.

“Yes,” came the two voices in unison.

“Don’t I at least get a say in what I get to keep?”

“No.”

“Can you the two of you at least look at me before you throw everything away?”

“Can’t.” “In the zone.”

“Druig?�� you looked over to her brother-in-law for help, hoping that he could maybe talk his wife down. “Do you think you could maybe help me out here?”

The mind-controller Eternal was watching the same scene as his distressed sister, only with a much more amused gaze. He looked extremely out of place in the sea of colors in his ensemble of handmade cotton shirt layers with dark blue linen pants. The only accessories he donned were the ebony wood beaded bracelet Kaety commissioned for him over 500 years ago, along with the golden ring he wore on a chain from their private wedding.

“Unfortunately, Sephia,” he began, “I’m afraid that you’re unable to convince my angel, I won’t be much more help. But you are more than welcome to keep trying. Perhaps in your success, you may convince her to spare me a glance. As much as I adore time spent with our daughters, I feel a bit defenseless on my own.”

It was only when Kaety heard her husband’s little quip that she broke her concentration. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure, but only for a short moment before she crossed the room to embrace the man she’s loved for her entire lifetime. The pure love and adoration that shone in the pair’s eyes made it feel like you were the one intruding on a private moment than the other three in your own room. It baffled you sometimes to witness the pair’s love. It often left you wondering if you would ever be able to have a love and bond as strong as theirs in your future. But after living for over seven millennium, you knew that the odds were not in your favor.

“Feeling lonely, my love?” she asked so sweetly. “How cruel of me to neglect you in favor of someone else.” You rolled her eyes at her best friend’s facetious pity, Kaety loved teasing her husband almost as much as Druig loved teasing her. There truly weren’t two souls more meant for one another than the other.

Sometimes the site of their tender smiles and private laughs made your heart feel a bit heavy, since it hasn’t been long since you realized your own longings for love, especially towards a certain man with silver streaks and blue eyes.

“Sephia is right though,” commented Sersi, “we’re going to need more people to help out if we’re going to sort through this mess out. Are you sure Phastos can’t come?”

“It’s not so much he can’t, but more that he won’t.” Kaety explained whilst still locked in Druig’s embrace as he laid small kisses across her face. “He’s still insisting that the last time he was here, some of the ghosts latched on to him and took residence in his house when he got back.”

“And that claim would be completely out the question, why?” you quizzically asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Because they weren’t ghosts.” Kaetlyn stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “They were hobgoblins. And it’s not like they caused any trouble anyway! Ben and Jack didn’t even notice anything.”

“I still can’t believe that you managed to convince Phastos to let you babysit Jack. How do you explain it to Jack when he sees you do magic, or whenever the twins see something that he can’t?” Sersi asked as she continued to sort through the closet to see what else needed to be discarded.

“Oh come on! You make it sound like I’m incapable of not using magic for everything! I am more than able to not use it for a couple of hours, and the twins are still at an age when they point at something, we can just say it’s their imagination at work. Isn’t that right, my beloved?”

“Of course, my angel,” replied Druig, “but in the defense of our friend, our girls picked up on your tendency to pick up scary strays. Especially the kind who happen to have sharp teeth and a taste for humans.” His aquamarine eyes gleamed in mirth at his wife’s pout.

“How can you say that?!” Kaetlyn exclaimed indignantly as she lightly shoved his shoulder. “You make them sound as if they are no different from deviants, when they are far more adorable and lovable!”

“Only those with your blood will find such creatures ‘lovable,’” remarked your husband who would soothe your piecing gaze with a graze of his lips on your cheek, “my beautiful, beautiful Kaetlyn, Mother of Witches and Monsters indeed.” His last words whispered out so softly as he leaned in to kiss his beautiful wife, a kiss she eagerly reciprocated.

“Alright you two, let’s focus on the task at hand,” Sersi interjected the lovers’ quarrel, “so Phastos is out of the question in terms of helping?”

“Probably for the best anyway,” you confirmed, “Kaety still insists that his style is too much of a homebody.”

“Anyone who owns that many cardigans and sweater vests is already mentally prepared to be placed in a home.”

“But thankfully for us,” Sersi added on with a little gleam in her eyes, “I had enough foresight to predict our issue and already invited someone here to help us.”

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Kingo,” pleaded Druig, “I don’t think I can handle another one of those ‘tea parties’ he and Laoise and Aisling insist on putting on every time he visits.”

“No, it’s not Kingo,” placated Sersi, “but he should be here at any moment.”

She had that look in her eye that matched Kaetlyn whenever she came up with another one of her “ingenious” ideas.

“Um, he?” asked Kaety. “Whomst is this ‘he’?”

And like a stroke of magic, a knock broke them out of their conversation. And four pairs of eyes locked at the sight of a single man with a silver streak in his hair and devastatingly beautiful blue eyes that stood with so much self-importance you could choke on it five miles out.

“Judging by the look in your eyes,” he stated to break the shocked silence, “I can assume that I wasn’t expected to be here?” Whatever he was about to say next died in his throat at the sight of Sephia. The overloading smugness in his eyes softened to awestruck adoration when he took in the love of his life.

Here you stood, healthy and beaming, so different from the pale and tired figure that he had to come to terms with for the past 400 years. Here was Sephia, his Sephia, lively and standing and in good health. You weren't wearing the drab and shapeless dark blue and light gray garments that hid her sinful figure from the crowd. You instead wore a pair of dark blue wash flared jeans, along with a square neckline white floral patterned peasant blouse, paired with antique statement rings and delicate necklace. It was as if you was brought straight from an issue of Vogue in the seventies.

“Ikaris,” you whispered.

“Stars,” he thought, “even her voice no longer sounds as strained.”

Thanos ruined plenty of lives, made a mockery of the Avengers, and wasted 7000 years of hard labor in postponing Tiamut’s emergence with just a single snap of his fingers. But in Ikaris’ mind, all of that was justified if it meant he got to see his flower blooming in all of her rarity, as opposed to withering away in a dark and damp jungle. Half of the universe was gone now, but Sephia was healthy and alive and strong – and that meant even more to Ikaris than failing his mission to Arishem.

On the other side of the room, you stood in silence as she took in the sudden appearance of your friend. Partially in mortification that he was seeing the state of her room in the mess it was in. But a larger part in joy in seeing your friend who long became the man you gave her heart to since the first time he decided to wait outside the commune’s borders because you wanted to show him your garden. But all in shock that he decided to willingly come so close to Druig and Kaet in their home where their children reside far from the rest of humanity.

“Ikaris!” Sersi exclaimed with a tone that convinced no one that she didn’t plan this happening. “Thank Arishem you’re here! Luckily, we’ve already decided to keep everything up to the late 19th century, but from here on out we need to sort through the past 10 decades to make room for a more modern ensemble. In fact, you really do have great timing because I need to go somewhere right now, and so do Kaety and Druig. SO, we will just leave you two alone!”

Silence still rang through the air as one pair could only stare in longing for the other, while another pair stood next to one another in disbelief as one other person was basically shoving out the door. But silence was not for long as Kaety took matters in her own hands as she turned to her beaming friend in trademark green once all three were all out of earshot.

“Sersi, what Lovecraftian fuckery are you pulling right now?”

You stood in one of your favorite Thea Porter’s dresses, trying very hard to calm the rapid beating of her heart, all to prepare herself to once more face the man on the other side of the changing screen. You never expected to see him in your room, still as ruggedly handsome as he would always remain. You never expected to have these feelings for Ikaris- for anyone really- but they grew to the point where by the time you recognized it, you was already in the middle. Feeling your face heat and fluster, you put your hair in a simple and loose braid in attempt to cool herself. Stepping into view, you tried your best to seem calm and collected, but everything inside you felt anything but that.

“This is one of my favorite dresses,” you stated, “what do you think?”

“I think you need to take off that dress and wrap those legs around me so I can take you on every surface of this house in a tree,” was the first thing that came to Ikaris’ mind. But he couldn’t say exactly that, and so all he stated was the second thought in his mind. “You’re beautiful Sephia, you’ve always been beautiful in everything you wear.”

The sincerity swimming in his eyes made you wish you could drown in them. Blushing mad with a shy smile, you did her best to not seem like you wasn’t bursting at the seams from joy at his words. “Ikaris, the only way I’ll be able to get rid of anything is if you be honest.”

“Sephia,” Ikaris replied, “there is truly no one on this planet who could ever compare to you, in radiance and in beauty. I honestly can’t think of anything that wouldn’t look perfect on you.”

“Well, I do have something that I think may change that opinion,” you remarked with a twinkle in your eyes before dashing inside your closet to grab something and once more hiding behind the change screen. “Wait for a little bit, it takes a while to put on!”

After a few minutes of audible struggling, Ikaris was tempted to ask you if you needed any help taking off putting on your outfit, when you announced that you was done and then stepped into view, and Ikaris’ eyes grew wide with horror.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a hobble skirt!” you exclaimed, far too amused by reaction. “It was a very short-lived trend in the US from 1908 to 1914. Its popularity declined during World War I.”

“I can see why,” Ikaris remarked, “are they at all comfortable?”

“Oh, not at all. But they did serve as inspiration for the sheath skirts in the 1950s.”

“Sheath skirts?”

“Pencil skirts, I suppose. But it does look awful, doesn’t it?”

“Ugh, terrible. Is this the worst one you have?”

“Oh no, this doesn’t even come close.” You went back to your vintage treasure trove to search for a particularly dreadful ensemble, and what you pulled out could only be described as an antebellum nightmare. “This is my favorite, by far.”

“Oh my-” Ikaris’ hand covered his mouth in horror, “what the hell is that? And please tell me that you didn’t actually commission this to be made for you.”

“You’ll be happy to find out that I did not ask for this to be made for me. It was a gift from the matriarch a very sweet family I was staying with during my travels in 1850s.”

“Gift? Sephia, that’s not a ‘gift.’ That’s a punishment in the form of flouncing yellows, oversized orange flowers, and what I assume to be 15 layers of petticoats.”

“10 layers, and this is only the dress. Wait till you see the bonnet that comes with it.”

“Oh gods – there’s a bonnet?”

“And a matching parasol.”

Momentary silence echoed between them before a huge grin spread across his face. “That’s it, you need to put that on, right now.”

For the next several hours, the two went through only the very worst contents of Sephia’s closet. From the green taffeta balloon dress from the 80s to the orange ballerina dress that looked it was designed by a ballet-obsessed 8-year-old, they spent the entire day laughing and smiling more than either had in the last five centuries. The sight of it all made Sersi so happy in knowing she had been the cause of this success.

“You know what you’re doing is really creepy, right?” Druig commented, bringing his friend out of her dreams of planning her friends’ future wedding as she continued to spy at the happy almost-couple with Kaety’s magic.

“If watching Ikaris cutely interact with the love of his life through your wife’s magic shadow thingy so that I can get enough pictures for the slideshow I’m making for their future wedding, then fine I’m creepy.”

A soft babble from the babe sitting on her father’s lap prevented Druig from remarking on that “fascinating” idea as he peered down to see his four-month-old daughter point a chubby finger to her mother who was lying face-down on the floor as her sister sat on top of their Mami.

“Sorry little dove, Mummy can’t play right now. She’s in mourning.”

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