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poemsforparker · 3 years ago

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empty cups - druig (college!au) 18+

“Hands on your body like there is no one at the party

Just me and you and these empty cups

If you want it like I want it

Let me take you to another room

So it's only us”

pairing: druig x f!reader

summary: on a party to celebrate the ending of the semester you finally get the guts you didn’t have the whole year to talk to the popular boy out of campus

smut prompts: “wanna go somewhere quieter?”; “keep it down or someone’ll hear us”

warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), alcohol (no one's drunk!), unprotected sex, masturbation (m + f recieving), dirty talking, pwp.

a.n.: I was supposed to post this on Valentine’s day so consider this my late happy Valentine’s for all of my Druig lovers out there! :)

He looked absolutely breathtaking. His hand tightening around a yellow cup were taking your mind to far away places. Sure, he was always pretty, and you were always attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? But today, specially, the mix of the alcohol with the feeling you weren’t going to see him at least for a long time until the classes started again were giving you a distinct braveness to go and talk to him.

Your head was a little dizzy, sure, but you were fully on your senses. After having your friend ask you a billion times if you were sure, which nearly made you quit. You were joined with him before by your professors to do some assignments together, it’s not like you never spoke with him before, but it was never much beyond regular subjects that evolved college itself. You walk towards him, feeling your belly twist in a funny feeling when he turns the look from his group of friends to you.

— Hey, beautiful. - and there was this, the pet names. You were sure he used with any other girl but it made your legs feel like jelly.

— Hey, Druig.

— What brings you here? - he leans his head to the side in curiosity smiling at you.

— Oh, I- um, nothing, really, I just wanted to finish the semester without my only conversations with you being about Mr.Williams’s classes - you chuckle.

— They were hell, weren’t they? - he giggles showing his lovely dimple.

— Tell me about it, honestly, I could smell cigarettes the whole class, I thing I developed a whole new type of asthma. - you both laugh.

— But you’re not here to talk about her. - he points his finger at you in playful accusation.

— Right, Yeah-

— Where you goin’ after this? - you’re thankful he interrupted you since you didn’t really know what to say.

— Uhm- home? - you shrug - I don’t intent to walk out of here any sobber so not really up to anything else - you take what was left of your drink in a long gulp and he takes the empty cup out of your hands without warning. - What are you doing?

— Maybe... It's better if you stay sobber, young lady' - he takes a step towards you, leaning closer to speak on a whisper. Making you involuntarily put your legs closer, tightening one to the other. You look at him grinning, numb by the proximity he had of you.

— And what would that be for?

— You wanna go somewhere quieter?

— Just like that? Not even dinner first? - you provoke

— I can get you some very fancy nachos they're serving here, that would do? - you giggle at his response

— I do want to. - you take his and in yours and before he starts leading to way to God knows where you stop giving him a childish look - Go somewhere quieter, I mean, not the nachos, don't know if that was clear. - you lean your head.

— Pretty clear to me, gorgeous - he winks smiling widely and start walking hand in hand with you.

He leads you to a room and closes the door behind him, you can still hear the muffled party music when he does so. Without saying a word more when getting there he puts his hands in the back of your neck pulling you closer to him, but didn't miss you yet, just brushing his lips on yours.

— You are one hundred percent aware of what you're doing right? - he asks you once more, his voice cracking, afraid you drank to much already. You giggle at his concern and reassure him.

— Had one or two beers, Druig, I'm as sobber as I can be - you break the space between you attacking his lips with yours, feeling a taste of alcohol and mint gum on the kiss, when his hands travel around your body and give your boobs a tight squeeze through your shirt, making you whine louder than you were expecting. — Sorry. - you smile looking at him with his eyes opened when he heard you. You didn't know if it was because of the low light of the room but his normally bright blue eyes were as dark as the night sky looking at you ir pure desire.

— Don't apologize, honey, I loved hearing you. - he kisses you fervently and this time you break it taking his shirt off in s fast movement, tossing it in the corner of the room - Someone's in a hurry.

— Shut up.

— You know - he says between kisses - I've always wanted to do this with yo- he smiles seeing you put your hands inside if his pants and holds his words back, stoping to enjoy the feeling of your hands around his pulsating cock.

— You were saying, honey? - you look him in the eyes, inches away from his face, your noses touching when you speak, now pumping his dick slowly with your hands, your eyes matching his in a look full of lust.

— Hmhm I was- he mumbles some none sense trying to get the words to his mouth - I was saying - he tightens the grip on your waist pulling you closer while you still slowly masturbate him - I've pictured you like this before,- he takes a lock of hair from your forehead - In my head. You looking at me like that.

— Like what?

— Like a little slut.

— You like what you see, love? - you tight your grip on his cock, fastening your pace and seeing him bite his lips and nod.

— A lot. - he pulls you to a heated, sloppy kiss taking your hand out of his pants and pulling you to the bed you didn't care much at the moment who it belonged to. He sits and you put your legs on each side of him, now on his lap. Breaking the kiss you let your lips travel around his neck and a part of his naked chest, hearing the whines come out of his mouth making you feel your panties soaked.

On a quick move Drugs slides his hands inside your skirt, ticking the skin of your thighs to finally reach your panties, feeling the wetness of your pussy on his fingers and starting to move them in a slow pace still above the issue, putting pressure on your clit and hearing you whine. He sees you pull your head up leaving easier access to your neck and starts kissing and sucking it.

— This feels good, huh? You like it? You like it when I make you wet like this. - he puts your panties to the side letting his fingers in contact with your flesh, the contrast between your hot cunt and his cold fingers making you whimper and unconsciously hop on his hand to increase the contact. - You want me to put my fingers in you, love? Huh? - you nod while he kisses your neck - I'm gonna feel this warm little pussy in my hands. - he mumbled against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine. - Gonna make you feel so good, princess.

You let out a loud moan when he put his fingers on you, simulating your swollen clit with the other hand. You push your hips towards his touch and feel the knot on your stomach form.

— Holy shit, please, Druig I- fuck - you lean over him trying to hold your noises, thankful the sound outside was loud - Keep doing it, don’t stop, please. - you pull him back to kiss his lips until you feel your release coming on his fingers, making him look at you like a starved animal, he puts two fingers in your mouth making you taste yourself while sucking them.

— Good girl, that’s right, cleaning your mess, baby. I bet you taste as good as you feel.

— I want to feel you, Druig. - you say once his fingers are out of your mouth, touching your forehead with his. - inside me, please. - you almost beg.

— You’re clean? - he says trailing kisses down your neck and taking your shirt off to have easier access to your breasts, you groan with the feeling and chuckle slightly due to his concerned tone in the question.

— Yeah, you?

— Hmhm. - he mumbles against your skin, his mouth to busy to spill out any words.

— Good, good. Then hurry up with this - you smile holding his hair with your hands. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth biting and sucking your tits, you wanted him inside you, plus the constant reminder people would miss you at the party and you didn’t really want to explain you were gone for so long because you were fucking with a boy after a thirty second conversation.

— Let me enjoy your gorgeous body first, baby. - you groan with the vibrations of his voice hitting your skin and let his mouth do it's job, your core tightening and pulsating as an effect his words had on you. Once you felt like you had enough you grab his hair locks to make him look at you, without having to say a word, Druig gets your sign and gets rid of your skirt and panties, like the look you gave him was the final drop he needed to get as needy as you were.

He leans your body carefully on the bed, tossing his own pants and underwear across the room in fast movements. His dick slaps against his stomach making a sinful moan scape your lips just by the sight as he leans down hovering above you. You look at his pulsating member dangerously close to your cunt and lead your hands towards it, Druig stops you pinning your hands above your head, holding them in place effortlessly. He looks at you with a boyish smile.

— Tell me what you want me to do, darling.

— I want you to fuck me, Druig. I need you inside of me. - you mumble quietly against his lips, noses touching and your mouth brushing in his as you speak. He pumps his cock a couple times more before putting it inside of you, filling and stretching your folds like a perfect fit, making you hiss with the feeling, adjusting your position beneath him.

— What is it? - he realizes you´re unquiet. - Can't take my huge cock, princess? - he feels you tight around him with his words and loses the dominant pose for a second, trying not to lose himself and start moving recklessly.

— Move. - you grin looking at him. Not needing a second more he gives you a strong lunge that feels like blows your insides, ticking all your senses at the same time on an crazy amount of pleasure.

— Atta, girl. - he whispers against your lips.

His words sent waves of pleasure up to your core. The sight of his face twisting in pleasure with every other lunge could make you cum just by itself. It was the most sinful yet most heavenly thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The silver chain oh his neck hitting your cheek when he fastened his pace, making you forget for those moments where you were, leaving out loud moans and begs of his name.

— They´ll hear you like that, sweetie. - he whispers in your ear, voice cracking when he tries to mouth more than four words.

— Let ‘em - you hold his shoulders strongly when you feel a familiar knot building back on your belly, your face showing him well enough that you were close without the need for words. He brings his hand down to rub your clit in circular motions while kissing your jaw and neck. - Druig, I’m gonna-

— Let it all out for me, honey, will ya? I want to feel your pussy clinging ‘round my dick, you can come. Come for me, baby, c’mon.

You let out your juices all over his dick, making him release himself right after you, making a mess on your thighs and belly and on the sheets. Druig lets his body fall over yours, without the strength to get up by himself and you both lay in silence enjoying the after sex atmosphere.

— Should I give you my number or sum? - you ask chuckling, he lifts up his chin to look at you, head resting on your bare chest as your breaths got back to the regular pace.

— I’d love that, beautiful. - he grins widely kissing your chest.

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contentconsumer · 3 years ago

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It’s always been you

A/n: First Druig fic and first time writing for the MCU, let me know what you think! GIF not mine & my requests are open! Word count: 1,575 Requested?: No Pairing: Druig X F!Reader Summary: Overdue confessions and when I say overdue I mean thousands of years overdue

“The beautiful beautiful Makkari'' You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips as you overhear Druig speaking, letting your head fall towards the goblet you were drinking from staring into the deep red liquid. You knew you couldn’t get drunk but you could definitely try. “You know no good ever comes from eavesdropping?” A voice appears behind you, Gilgamesh , “Who’s eavesdropping?” You fire back, “Well I couldn’t help but notice the way you slumped over when you-know-who complimented our friend.” “I think you’re seeing things Gil,” You let out a dry chuckle trying to convince both Gilgamesh and yourself that Druig’s words didn’t hurt you. “You know you could just tell him you love him?” You now turn to face the eternal behind you, he’s staring down at your smaller frame with an eyebrow quirked and a sly smile ghosts his lips. “Now don’t call me crazy or anything but I have a feeling he’s not interested. Plus love is so very human which we are very not.” “Sometimes I wish the locals didn’t teach you things like sarcasm, let it up Y/N you’ve fought by my side for eons and you expect us not to notice how you look at him? Or nonetheless how he looks at you? Trust me he’s more interested than you think.” The air felt thicker in your lungs, “Gui I love you but please leave it be, it’s not me - it’ll never be me.” You whisper, standing and making a swift exit to get some fresh air. What you miss is the mindreaders eyes following you the whole way out and the concerned expression which laces his features.

While outside you breathe out deeply trying to fill your burning lungs with oxygen. As much as you hated to admit it, you were in love with Druig. Completely, humiliatingly, in love with him. You can’t remember when your infatuation started. Maybe it had always lurked deep in your heart but you couldn’t help but feel like you were meant to be together. Yet the love you felt seemed completely one sided - Druig didn’t hate you or anything, almost the opposite, you two were very close friends which makes his interest in Makkari even worse. He had never out rightly told you he wanted to pursue a relationship with her but his obvious flirting made it clear to you. Recently it’s become hard to be around Druig as you try to keep your butterflies at bay and so you began to distance yourself. You felt it was for the best - you could keep your friendship with Druig and he had more time to flirt with Makkari.

Druig knew something was off, he didn’t need to read your mind to notice how you left the room when he entered or wouldn’t laugh as hard at his jokes as you used to, to be honest he thought you were getting bored of being around him. For some time he tried to convince himself he was making it up, it was his own insecurities he was projecting but soon the other eternals noticed something was wrong and began to question him, and what hurt him the most is he didn’t know what he did. After watching your departure from the party, he refocused his attention on Makkari. Half of him wanted to chase after you to find out why you had left in such a hurry but the other half realised you probably didn’t want him there. ‘You should speak to her’ Makkari signed across the table, “I don’t think she’ll want to speak to me” Druig murmurs, reuling on her powers to feel vibrations and lip read to understand what he said. ‘You won’t know unless you try’ She signs, this time he unfolds his previously crossed arms to sign back, ‘What if I make it worse?’ ‘You won’t unless you do something stupid’ His mind begins to race, what includes something stupid? He felt like crying out, he didn’t know what to do, he wanted to take you in his arms and take away anything that makes you upset yet it seems like you want nothing to do with him.

Before you started ignoring Druig, he was planning to tell you he was in love with you and had been for thousands of years. Makkari was helping him plan the way he would tell you and what he would say, but the fear of rejection and self doubt lingered in his thoughts so he continued to put off the admission no matter how harsh Makkari was on him.

Druig can’t stand the thought of you standing out in the cold by yourself anymore so he stands, you can either come back inside into the warm and ignore him or maybe you two could have the longest conversation in the past few months. Makkari claps lightly as he stands, however he brushes it off and saunters over to the entrance, he walks under the entryway and finds you standing slightly further along the path.

“Y/N!” You could recognise that voice anywhere, it just so happened to be the voice you least wanted to hear right now. You turn nonetheless to see Druig jogging to meet up to where you were stood. “Is everything alright?” His thick accent is laced with concern, “Yeah I just needed some air” “Come on Y/N I know you, it’s more than that” “Honestly, it’s nothing Druig just go back inside” “I’m not going in without you it’s freezing” He shrugs, it angers you how calm he is, how he couldn’t comprehend how your heart is beating in your chest so fast it feels like it might jump out you skin, “Druig I said go back inside!” You throw your hands up in the air, “Why can’t you just listen to me!” “Because you won’t tell me the truth!” Anger laces Druig’s features, all his emotions he’s bottled up over the past few months bubble to the surface, “You avoid me everyday, you never want to see me but when I ask you say everythings fine! But it’s not fine and I want to know why you won’t speak to me anymore, what did I do?” “You did nothing, Druig! You don’t get it” “Then explain it, I can fix it” Tears prick your eyes as you look up towards the man in front of you “You can’t fix it! I don’t want to be around you anymore!” The look on Druig’s face makes you instantly regret the words that just fell from your lips, it’s like his insecurities swallowed him whole and he takes a step back, “I’m sorry for trying to be your friend Y/N” He tuts, trying to hide his emotions from you, to make him seem less vulnerable, “God I can’t believe you grew sick of me” He mutters as he turns on his heel, “What are you talking about Dru, I never got sick of you?” You use the nickname only he lets you use, “Then why ignore me? It’s like you hate me!” Tears fill his eyes, “You mean so much to me Y/N and one day you woke up and decided you hated me!” “I never hated you Druig, I couldn’t stand seeing you flirt with Makkari!” You let your emotions take control of you, letting out everything you wish you had more of a chance to say, “It hurts seeing you chase after someone over and over again when I’ve loved you for thousands of years and you can’t see it! IT hurts Druig. You. Don’t. Understand.” The last sentence laced with venom as tears flowed freely down your face. Druig opens his mouth to reply but you weren’t finished yet, “God it hurt so much seeing how happy she made you, how you two would sneak around always plotting and planning things I didn’t know! So go back inside and be with her and leave me alone!” Your voice cracks and you look to the floor thinking you’re going to hear Druig’s footsteps receding yet the get louder in your hears and you feel a cold hand push your chin up to look, your teary eyes meet, and Druig has that stupid smirk, “Y/N,” he breaths deeply, “Makkari and I weren’t sneaking around. We were planning how I was going to tell you that I loved you” You look at him with disbelief, but he places a finger on your lips to silence you, “But now” he chuckles, “You’ve ruined it by telling ME you love me first” A shaky breath leaves your lips, and you blink at Druig with the weight of a new relationship falling on your shoulders, “You’re not just saying that?” You question, “I wouldn’t lie about these things if that's what you're insinuating” Druig raises his eyebrows before regaining his serious composure, “I love you Y/N. I always have. It’s always been you, no one else”. Without thinking you crash your lips into his, he’s quick to respond and kiss you back pouring thousands of years of love and emotion into one kiss. You pull away for air and lean your forehead against his. The smiles on your faces bright enough to light a city, Druig places his large hand into your smaller one, “Shall we go back inside m’love? They might wonder where we are.” You nod, and begin your short walk back, “I never took you for the jealous type.” “DRU.”

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tom-whore-dleston · 3 years ago

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Barbie and the 900 Followers

HOLY SHIZZZ!!! I'm freaking out in silence but I am just extremely thankful to have met so many amazing folks like y'all! I love you guys for real 🥹🫶🏽

Since the Barbie movie releases in almost a year, I thought I'd hype up the movie in advance with a Barbie themed sleepover. No sleepover is complete without our fave doll 😊 Plus, Simu is in it so I gotta give the husband my full support bahaha

*in Margot Robbie's Barbie voice* NOW WHO'S READY FOR SOME FUN????

In the Barbie world:

Starts: July 16 @ 9am (PST)

Ends: July 18 @ 11:59pm (PST)

You are welcome to send in asks before the sleepover starts, but I won’t start responding to them until the start time.

As always, please be 18+ to participate! If I do not see any indication of your age in your bio or you do not have any posts/reblogs, you will be blocked! No exceptions!!

You don’t have to be following me to participate. Everyone is welcome 😊

I disabled anon feature to avoid meanies and minors.

Please send one emoji per ask. You don’t have to worry about spamming my inbox, I will see everything 😉

I will not write/discuss anything revolving around non-con, underage, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, blood kinks (only exception is vampire AU if applicable), incest, step-cest, foot fetish, pregnancy/babies.

I only write for female reader inserts with no specific race/ethnicity, hair/eye/skin color, body type, etc.

I reserve the right to deny writing/discussing any other things that make me uncomfortable.

C'mon Barbie, let's go party!

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Oh, I love you, Ken 💘

♥ Real life hotties ♥

Simu Liu*, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Austin Butler*, Barry Keoghan, Andrew Garfield, Harry Styles, Oscar Isaac, Michael B. Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hayden Christensen

♥ Fictional hotties ♥

Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi/Shangqi*, Peter Parker (any variant), Xu Wenwu, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson*, Druig, Kingo, Eros/Starfox, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Moonknight (all alters)*, Stephen Strange

Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker*, Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron

Other: Kim Jung* (Kim’s Convenience), any of Sim Liu’s SNL characters (I am dead serious), Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Johnathan Pine (The Night Manager), Robert Laing (High Rise), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Nathan Drake (Uncharted), Arvin Russel (The Devil All The Time)

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vroomvroommuppett · 3 years ago

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thank you to @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan for this tag. i apologize for not seeing it

oneshots or series // enemies to lovers or friends to lovers // quick burn or slow burn // reader insert or original character // angst or fluff // mutual pining or unrequited love // love triangle or fake relationship // in vino veritas or sharing one bed // dark fic or soulmate au // fairytale au or arranged marriage // bang or die or sex pollen // hurt/comfort or unhappy ending // coffee shop au or college au // porn w/ plot or porn w/o plot

no pressure tags @bqnner @peakyrogers

Thank you so much for the tags @a-reader-and-a-writer and @loverhymeswith 🥰❤️

Okay, okay... I know I may be quite indecisive about some of these, but... why choose? 😜

Tagging: @lucy-sky @mindidjarin @mmurdock85 @wardenparker @yespolkadotkitty @ficlicious @a-bang-for-your-bucky and whoever else wants to play 🥰💕

#tag game

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supercap2319 · 2 years ago

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Can you do an Ikaris x Male reader who is known as the Sapphire Wizard and the brother of Wanda (she’s technically dead here because of the end of MOM so ikaris is all he has) and in an attempt to weaken him Ikaris is hypnotized to fall in love with anther man but in the end he breaks the spell with true loves kiss (I know it’s probably overused but it’s one of my faves! Also if possible could you include the part where ikaris is hypnotized. Like the entire trance part and during the story he is brought in and out of trance until MR saved him at the end?) if it’s too much that’s ok!

It was no secret to who Y/N's sister was–had been. Wanda was the mythical Scarlet witch and was prophesied to rule the cosmos. But she didn't want to rule, no, she only wanted her children back and she did anything she could to be with them. Even steal them from another mother's arms. In the end, she made the ultimate sacrifice. She sacrificed herself to destroy the Darkholds in every other universe, so no one else would be tempted by its power. She died as Mount Wundagore came crashing down on top of her.

While her sacrifice was noble, it was not without consequences. Her brother, the Sapphire Wizard, was all alone in the world now. The last of his family and the Avengers he came to trust were gone forever. In their place were complete strangers that Y/N had no desire to get to know, so he turned to the only person he had left in his life that he could trust. A powerful being by the name of Ikaris. He was an Eternal created by the ones who created this universe and everything in it as it was Ikaris' mission to protect it from Deviants, but now, his mission was Y/N.

For a while, things were going well between them. Y/N had come to rely on Ikaris and sought his comfort and reassurance, but all came crashing down when fellow Eternal, Druig came to pay Ikaris a visit.

It happened on a quiet night. Y/N was asleep in his bed and Ikaris was watching something on Netflix, when he felt Druig's mind calling out to his own. "Come out and play, Ikaris. Come and get me." Druig's phantom voice echoed inside his head. Ikaris had taken that as a challenge as he flew out of the apartment window and followed the source of where Druig could be broadcasting from. "With pleasure, dear Druig." He responded back.

Ikaris hasn't seen any of the others since the emergence was stopped. Since Ikaris betrayed them and tried to stop them from stopping Tiamut's birth and the destruction of this planet. He feels they all secretly hated him, Druig and Phastos especially. He found the other male in a dark alleyway as he landed behind him as he strolled towards him. "I was wondering when one of you was going to come and get me. Guess I shouldn't be surprised it's you." Ikaris said.

Druig smirked and turned towards him. "You had this coming, Ikaris. Arishem's golden boy is finally getting what he so rightfully deserves. Consequences for his actions."

Ikaris tried to keep his voice calm, and his lasers chilled as he looked at him. "I think I've already paid for it. Sersi hates me."

"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. And it's going to be all your fault." Druig sneers.

"Don't think you can threaten me, Druig. You and I both know what I'm capable of." Ikaris warned.

"And you remember what I'm capable of, and thanks to my few seconds in the Uni-Mind before you intervened, I learned that I can do this." His eyes flashed gold and so did Ikaris', but Druig was faster as he latched onto Ikaris' mind and buried his subconscious underneath a mountain of mental bricks as the fight in Ikaris' mind was quieted and Druig had control of him. He smiled. "This is going to be fun."

Druig knew that after Ikaris flew into the metaphorical sun after what he did, the Eternal escaped to New York City and he sought comfort and companionship in Y/N Maximoff. It was cute watching the two of them get closer together, but this was how Druig was going to punish Ikaris. He was going to make it so the only person in Ikaris' life hated him as much as the Eternals did, and he was going to be all alone for the rest of eternity. How delicious.

He forced Ikaris to go to a bar and find anyone that he could to bring home to his and Y/N's apartment. He settled on a cute guy as Druig pulled his strings like a puppet and had the Scottish sounding Eternal bring him home and fuck him so Y/N could hear it all happening. The young man walked into Ikaris' room to see him dick deep inside another guy. Timing it just right, Druig released Ikaris from his control right as he came inside the other male's ass as he looked around in bewilderment. How did he get here, and why was he fucking this guy? Then he remembered what Druig had done to him and immediately knew this was his dirty work.

Before he could do anything else, Ikaris realized that Y/N was in the doorway, tears streaming down his face as he looked absolutely crushed. Ikaris felt a wave of guilt as Y/N ran out of the doorway and into his bedroom as Ikaris gave chase. "Y/N, wait! It's not what it looks like. I can expl–" he trailed off as Druig once again took over his mind.

This happened for weeks. Ikaris would fuck this guy in front of Y/N and when he tried to explain why he was doing this, Druig would pull the metaphorical rug from underneath him and let Ikaris take the fall.

Y/N started to believe he deserved this. He was paying for Wanda's sins against the lives she destroyed and Ikaris was paying for his betrayal. They were both in hell and they couldn't do anything about it, until Y/N had enough. He had to know where they stood, because he wasn't going to take this anymore.

"Ikaris, I don't know if you're trying to punish me for something you think I did, but I don't think I can stand to see you parading your new boyfriend around in my face. So, I just wanted to let you know that I'm moving and I won't bother you anymore." Y/N said.

Ikaris didn't say anything as he stood there motionless as his subconscious was fighting and crying underneath his bricked prison as he heard everything that Y/N was saying to him. He remembers everything he did, even if he didn't do it by choice. Every kiss. Every touch that wasn't Y/N's was permanently inside his brain, and Druig knew it.

"I've been in love with you since we first met, but I guess I was fooling myself. So, I'm going to go and let you live your life. I wish you the best." He walk towards Ikaris and placed his hands on his face, bringing him close as he kissed him goodbye.

If only he realized that this kiss was one of true love as Druig's mental prison started to break around Ikaris' trapped subconscious and he fought to the surface of his mind as he gained control for the first time in weeks as he kissed him back, tears rolling down his face as he pulled. "I love you too, Y/N. I always have and I'm sorry if I hurt you, but it wasn't my fault. Druig was controlling me as punishment for what I did, but you saved me."

Y/N looks at him in shock. "You were being controlled?"

"I was. And I'm sorry for anything I did. I meant what I said. I love you, and your love set me free."

Y/N hugged him tight as Ikaris sighed happily. Druig may have won the battle, but Ikaris just won the war.

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All Too Well - Chapter One

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no post or update. Life got in the way. Until I went to the cinema to watch Eternals and got inspiration in the form of this lad. This is just a mini-series insert that follows the events of the film. I had to.

Word Count - 1.6k

Chapter One

Being stuck on an evolving planet for 7,000 years had its challenges. For starters, evolution was a long and arduous process. And when you’re put in charge of protecting an entire species from murderous deviants with a handful of Eternals that you’d never known until you’d woken up, it puts everyone in a difficult position.

Think not of yourself, but of the humans. Work hard, play hard, trust in Arishem.

When you’d first landed on Earth, Druig had been the first to introduce himself to you. There was something about him that struck you immediately; not his knowing stares or his subtle cockiness or his impressive power, but the almost ticklish way his voice surrounded you with every syllable.

“Who are you?” he’d asked, beneath the statue of Arishem on your ship. You told him your name, and he shook your hand. Within seconds, his shoulders had relaxed. He let out a deep breath. “You—you just did that? You just calmed me?”

You pulled your hand from his. “I was created to do this,” you explained, smiling at him. “And you are?”

“Druig,” he answered, shooting you back gleaming smirk. “I can alter their minds,” he let out.

“Only if you need to?” you raised a brow at him. He chuckled to himself.

“Only if I need to,”

What followed was a thousand years of fighting, protecting. The Eternals fought valiantly under Arishem’s wishes, and when you all grew to know each other; life was better.

You threw a stone into the deep, vast canyon below you. “Do you ever think about what else could be out there? Away from Babylon?”

Druig laughed behind you, strolling towards you. “You’d have to be an idiot to not believe there was more than this,” you turned to him.

“Then why don’t we go?” you questioned.

“You know Arishem’s orders as well as you know my face,” he said, peering at you from the side. You smiled to yourself, ignoring the warmth that welled in your gut. Druig liked to flirt.

“Ah yes... you have a nose, I think. Eyes too, maybe?” you quipped. He kissed his teeth, turning swiftly to grab you by the shoulders. You let him pull you towards him, eyes on eyes, face to face.

“Come on,” he said. “You know it better than that,” his eyes skimmed your own face with some kind of schoolboy excitement. It was just Druig. He just liked the flirt, that was all.

“I guess I don’t know Arishem’s orders as well as I should,” you said, whispering slightly. You loved it when you left him stumped for a response, just for those few seconds, before the cogs in his magnificent brain started to whir and picked the perfect comeback.

“I’ll get Phastos to invent something to make you remember. You can carry me around in your pocket, so you never forget,”

You smiled. He smiled back. It was always the same, but you loved the feeling of him being near. After each battle, he’d come to you. You’d calm him, while his presence calmed you already. Physical touch was something he enjoyed, you found. The subtleness of fingers skimming skin, the playfulness of an elbow or a fist to your ribs.

There was a time where you thought this could be it, and you’d be happy for however long you had to spend time on this planet. Druig, the others. You felt honoured to be part of their ranks and to know them personally.

How Thena and Gilgamesh were inseparable. The bond between Sersi and Ikaris. Sprite’s ease when making everyone laugh. Phastos’s incredible mind and Kingo’s egotistical smile that you couldn’t hate even if you’d wanted to. Makkari’s playfulness that left you in stitches and Ajak’s strength as a leader— and then there was Druig. He was everything.

You’d always been giddy, with a smile stamped on your face at every deviant defeat, pre-fight talk, personal time with your other Eternals.

Until the day he left—

“Thena, Thena,” you whispered, wrapping her in your arms. “You’re safe. You’re back now,” you held her hands tightly, feeling her shaking limbs. That’s what you were good at—emotions. Calming. Your powers weren’t the same as that of Gilgamesh or Ikaris; not made for combat, but useful for humans themselves, or the aftermath of each deviant battle.

Sometimes you questioned why Arishem made you this way; weak, compared to your counterparts; kind, to the point of no return.

Kingo had always joked of the strange friendship you and Druig had. You were so different, both in mind and strength, personality and presentation. Druig valued his power, his charm; unlike you who chose a more selfless route in your time. The one thing you had in common were the humans, though. Which is what created this mess in the first place.

“The only solution to this is to erase her memories,” Ajak confirmed sullenly.

“What?” Sersi let out. “No... surely there has to be another way,”

“She won’t be Thena anymore if you do that, Ajak—,” you chimed in, but stopped as Ajak raised her hand in silence.

“Arishem has spoken,”

“No,” Druig said strongly. “You really think this is right, do you? Erasing Thena’s mind, allowing the humans that we’ve helped grow stronger and stronger to destroy themselves?”

“Remember your place, Druig. Who are you to question Arishem’s wishes?” Ajak spoke up, sending him a stern glare. You moved from the centre table and jumped to the floor softly. You approached Druig calmly, gently, laying your hand upon his forearm.

“Druig—,”

“No,” he yelled, pulling himself away from you. “Don’t do that thing on me. You were made to suppress our emotions, don’t you get that? Why did Arishem give us consciousness and sentience if he wanted us to follow him blindly?”

You were taken aback, stepping backwards in hurt at his harsh words. When he caught your eye, you could read his mind. His eyes were seething, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. You’d always known Druig capable of making his own path—but not like this.

Arishem, please not like this.

“I refuse to be part of this. Humans deserve more than this false display of safety and love,”

No.

“What do you mean?” you whispered it, staying in place as your throat began to dry.

“I’ll protect them myself. Live alongside them, keep them safe,” you could see in his eyes that he was being serious. Ajak didn’t speak up; no one did. It was as if they’d already accepted this was the route he would take.

“No, no—wait,” you said, trying not to cry. “You can’t leave,” you prayed. You turned to the others, desperation all over your face. “Please—he can’t leave. He—,”

“Come with me,” Druig spoke up.

You clamped your eyes shut as he spoke, allowing the silence afterwards to fill you up. When you finally opened your eyes, he had walked towards you; close.

“You’re asking me to choose?” you whispered, feeling emotions within yourself that you’d never thought possible. Anger, rage. A sadness so large that you couldn’t find words to speak.

“You said it yourself. There’s more out there. Come with me,” he urged for the second time. You felt pulled, like you were the rope in a tug of war between Druig and your home.

You snapped your gaze to Ajak. “You’re not going to say anything?” you bit your lip, trying to keep down your rising anger. “None of you are going to say anything?”

They stayed as silent as the night, but their eyes shone with grief.

“Hey,” Druig suddenly grabbed you by the elbow. “Look at me,”

Look at him.

Within a second, your mind had calmed, your emotions being trodden down by the incredible urge to drop everything and follow him. Follow him to somewhere new, to oblivion, with the humans that you and he both wanted to protect. You didn’t have the thoughts to notice his eyes were glowing golden.

Not until you forced yourself to blink.

That’s when your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Get off me!” you yelled. He’d just used his power on you for the first time. For the last time. The silence was terrifying, as was the look on your face. Your fellow Eternals stared between you and Druig, their eyes awash with shock far greater than during any deviant attack.

You were angry. You had yelled. You.

Druig’s expression dropped to the floor immediately, as he stepped back slowly and held his hands out. “I’m sorr—,”

“You really think me so weak that you could control me if you tried? You really thought it okay to even try at all?” you yelled, standing your ground as a poisonous feeling rushed through your blood. “I know you think I’m weak, you all do, but how dare you try to force me to do anything that is against my own will,”

Druig bit his lower lip, his eyes glassy but still containing an inconsolable rage that, for once, you didn’t want to fix.

“Go,” you said, and his eyes snapped onto yours.

“You—,” he started, before you screamed so loudly that the ground shook beneath your very feet.

“Go!” you screamed. Druig stepped backwards once more, the hurt on his face turning into anger as fast as your calmness had.

He looked at each Eternal in turn, nodding slowly to them before he swivelled on his heels and started descending the palace steps.

“Druig,” you said through clenched teeth. He stopped abruptly, perhaps hoping that you’d say goodbye, or sorry, or decide to go with him then and there. He looked so hopeful, but you were too angry to care. “Don’t come back,”

He didn’t.

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light-yaers · 4 years ago

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All Too Well - Chapter Eleven

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Thanks for reading, yall. Now it’s time to get back to some of my still ongoing works from last year. Any Sweet Escape, No Saints and Fools in the Darkness readers-- watch this space <3

Word Count - 2.2k

Chapter Eleven

You lost your balance as you fumbled backwards, eyes glued on the smirking Eternal. He was battered and bruised, but walking. He was bleeding from his head, but sauntering over to you with enough swagger to make everyone know that he’d just helped save the world.

“You—,” you let out, but that was all you could find words for. A simple stutter, a mutter of utter shock and confusion.

You’d seen him go down, down, down. You thought he’d died.

You clenched your jaw when tears started to well in your eyes, stepping away from the others as he approached you with such purpose.

“You promised me you wouldn’t die,” you let out, your voice scratching the back of your throat.

“And I didn’t, sweetheart,” he said, upping his pace as you still tried to regain your composure. The relief you felt was like nothing before; injecting into your core and spiralling out until your flittering heart finally slowed down and your eyes focused enough to be able to actually look at him—

Happy, smiling, bounding towards you with large steps and open arms.

He knew he’d been close to death; more than you did; but the look on his face didn’t portray that. It said I kept my promise. I’m still here.

“Don’t you dare,” you said weakly, wanting to be mad at him, as he stretched open his arms and smiled even wider as he approached you. You were still reeling from the shock and the anger, from this game that had happened without it being anyone’s fault, but Druig didn’t care.

He just wanted to embrace you. To feel you. To know that you finally could get back all the time you missed together.

Tears fell from your eyes then, as your boy was two steps away. “Druig—,” you croaked, but you were cut off by his arms encapsulating you in an embrace that felt so different to what you’d had before.

It was both rushed and steady. It was both craved and fearful of being lost as soon as you touched him. And you couldn’t do anything except hug him back; hug him back so hard that you were sure your ribs might crack all over again and your lungs might collapse.

He placed his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as his body pressed against yours. “We have plans,” he whispered. “I couldn’t miss ‘em,” you let out a scoff as he pulled away slightly, slinking his hands over to rest on each side of your face.

His forehead was against yours as if on cue.

You knew he could feel your thoughts, know every word that travelled through your mind, and in that moment you knew exactly what he was hearing—

I love you so much.

He let out a laugh, closing his eyes comfortably. “I don’t need to be a mind reader to know that,” you squeezed him affectionately, still reeling from the utter relief you felt.

“Shut up, Druig,” you let out.

“Make me,” he replied instantly.

You took the words right out of his mouth as you leant in then, bridging the gap between the two of you. It’d been eight thousand years too late, but finally your lips were on his and his were on yours. He kissed softly, softer than you thought Druig would, but you weren’t complaining about the way they danced slowly over your own.

He tightened his grip on the back of your neck while you moved your hands to either side of his face. You pulled him forward, even though there was no space between you anymore.

Phastos was the first to sigh in amusement. He leant towards Thena slowly. “I thought they’d already made out once before?” he whispered. Thena smirked knowingly.

“No, that is a kiss that has been waiting five thousand years,” she said strongly.

“Longer,” Makkari signed. Sersi jokingly nudged her.

“It was about time,” Sersi agreed.

“Gross,” Sprite said timidly, standing behind the group. She was lying though, and everyone knew it. Behind her eyes, there was a longing. A longing for love, for affection, for a life that Arishem had stolen from her the moment he made her appear to be a child for all of eternity.

Sprite saw that longing in you and Druig for each other. She was jealous, but she was also happy. It was a balance that she’d had to get used to.

You pulled away from him to breathe, and what came out of your mouth was the greatest laughter you’d ever produced. He looked at you funnily, keeping himself close.

“You laughing at me?” he whispered.

The only strength you had left was to shake your head, amusement still on your lips.

After all this time, the years you’d been apart, the way in which you’d come back to each other; you couldn’t believe you actually had him. You couldn’t believe he felt the same, after a thousand years of back and forth and doubts and dilemmas.

Your Druig.

“I’m starting to think that Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet about you two,” Phastos said, as the two of you approached the group, hand in hand. He was smiling wide. “Two Eternals, both alike in dignity,”

“Star-crossed,” Druig said melodramatically, squeezing your hand. “Destined for tragedy!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Squished by his chest, you shoved him off you jokingly.

“What a load of shit,” you commented, and everyone let out a needed chuckle. Druig’s face softened as he turned to the others.

“See? She gets it,”

Makkari stepped forward then, shooting a sunshine smile at the two of you. “Glad you’re not dead,” she signed at Druig. He shot forward, bumping into her affectionately.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” he joked. She giggled to herself, happy that all of you were still standing. All of you, besides Ikaris.

You glanced at Sersi knowingly, and the accepting look on her face was enough to know—it had been his own decision, his own will. He had made his own bed with this fight. He had made his own bed from the moment he’d stabbed Ajak in the back.

The rest of you would live, would continue. The way you always had. The way you’d learned to.

It was enough.

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In the days after, you all congregated at Ajak’s farm in South Dakota. Phastos with his husband and son, Kingo with his private jet, and yourself with Druig firmly in your embrace.

It was different, traversing Ajak’s kitchen without her being there. She used to bake a lot, back in Babylon, and Sprite told stories of how she’d kept it up through the years. It was a lot to take in, mostly for the childlike Eternal.

Sprite had lived with Ajak the longest, never once growing up in appearance or in the way humans treated her.

But now—she was human. She was truly growing, now.

“Ageing isn’t going to be a walk in the park, Sprite,” Kingo said, taking a seat next to Phastos on the large, velvet sofa. “You could get acne,”

“You could get back-ne,” Druig chimed in, stuffing his face with a bread roll. You elbowed him in the ribs swiftly.

“Don’t listen to them,” you said quickly. “Druig is just jealous that he won’t get to grow up properly,” Druig’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

“I’m perfectly content staying this handsome,” he muttered through a full mouth.

“Still can’t grow a beard though, can you?” Kingo quipped. Druig rose as if a fight was on the cards. You grabbed the back of his leather jacket and pulled him back to seating.

“Enough,” you let out. “Gods, you two fight like an old married couple,”

“And you boss him around like a true wife,” Phastos chimed in, pointing between yourself and Druig. Druig’s face lit up in an immediate smirk, while you grimaced painfully.

“I think I’ll wait another thousand years for marriage,” you said, scowling.

“Awh, you don’t want to tie me down?” Druig said lowly, leaning closer to you and peering deep into your eyes. You let out a scoff.

“Might meet someone better than you, who knows?” you hit back with.

No one’s better than him. No one could even compare.

Druig flicked his gaze to your forehead, then back to your eyes. “That’s not what your thoughts are saying,”

“Okay, okay—get a goddamn room, you two,” Kingo said, frowning in disgust. You and Druig simply stayed like that, looking at each other, sending each other telepathic messages of just how much you adored one another.

You’d become exactly the type of person you hated, but while Druig stared between your lips and eyes and nose and you—you couldn’t fucking care less.

You liked this. Being around them all, despite the tragedies of the last week. Seeing Phastos and his family, Thena learning to overcome her illness, Sprite become a real fucking teenager. This was a memory you’d hold to for the rest of your immortal life.

From the kitchen, Thena summoned her blade. The entire living room jumped as they saw it, glimmering next to Phastos’ son. Phastos immediately let out a yelp, rushing to the kitchen to disperse the chaos. His husband only laughed, already used to the antics of this group.

“What was it like?” you asked suddenly, turning to Ben, Phastos’ other half. “When he told you who he truly was?”

Ben thought for a few seconds, before smiling at you genuinely. “I’d always known he was special, in his own way. It took some time for me to believe it, but his stories have always amazed me,” he began. “I would sometimes wonder—will this work? Can we be together?—but the one thing that changed everything was simply accepting that he is the man I love. We have a life together, a son, and I wouldn’t change him for anything. We’ll jump the hurdles when we get to them,”

You nodded softly, overcome with an immense warmth that traversed your body. Sending him a wobbly smile, Druig grabbed your hand gently.

“Well said,” was all he spoke, but it conveyed his every feeling.

Things would always be hard, but you would get through it all together.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” Makkari signed, outside the house. Druig shook his head sullenly, peering out at the Domo on the field beyond the farm.

“I have a life to live here, now,” he said softly, and Makkari sent him a smirk. Her eyes travelled to behind him then, as you were leaving the house next to Thena.

Standing next to Druig, he slotted his hand into yours, bumping his shoulder into your own sweetly. You peered up at him softly, not needing to speak to get across how you felt.

Thena took her position next to Makkari, nodding proudly at her family.

“We’ll find our kin and tell them of the truth,” she said strongly. “We’ll return,” she added, and you found yourself nodding. Nodding in approval, but also sadness.

They were off to travel this universe, to find others of your kind and teach them the real truth of being instructed to protect evolving planets. Arishem would simply have to invent another being, if he so wished—a being without the capability of emotion, of free will.

“Be safe,” was the last thing you said to them both, before the Domo took off and disappeared into the distance. As the final Eternals trickled from Ajak’s home, you and Druig found yourselves being the last in the house.

You shut the door after Sersi left, tidying up the kitchen a bit as you soaked up all the happiness you could in the moment. Beneath the surface, you would always harbour anger for the last five thousand years, for what happened to split you all up, for Ikaris and Arishem themselves.

But there was more love to be found than anything else. Growing up had made you realise that now, even if it had been a long and arduous journey to reach that conclusion.

From the living room, the static of music began to play from Ajak’s old record player. You glanced around the corner, amusement on your lips at the sight you saw. Druig fiddled with the player, his jacket shrugged off on the sofa. When he turned to you, the playful smile on his mischievous face was enough to make you crumble internally.

“What’s this?” you chided, as he slowly began shuffling towards you. He bobbed his shoulders in time to the music, prompting you to giggle.

“It’s Christmas Eve, you know,” he replied, before sticking his hand out for you to take. “There’s still time to see the tree at Rockefeller Centre,” he added, as you slotted your palm into his. He tugged you close, drifting his other hand to your waist warmly. You draped your other hand on his shoulder.

“And still time to enjoy the sunshine in the rainforest afterwards,” you added, transporting yourselves back to the conversation at his compound—when your feelings had been dying to spill into his.

“I’ll make the eggnog,” he replied, and all you could do was let out a blushing chuckle.

“I’ll make the gingerbread,” you whispered in response, your heart so full that you thought the cogs in your chest might combust.

You danced in Ajak’s living room until the record stopped playing, and even then you kept swaying. It didn’t matter if there was no music—

As long as you were together.

As long as you got another five thousand years to make up for lost time.

As long as you had him.

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Lethe Pt. 2 (Druig x Reader)

Summary: Druig tries to get you back but are you better off without him?

Pairings: Druig x Reader, Kingo x Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Violence, cursing, implied smut, drinking

A/N: This took way longer than expected but here it is! Also take this quiz for the reader’s powers! Emails will not be collected.

Despite their attempts to welcome you, you felt distant from the other Eternals. You felt different, like a foreigner in a country where you couldn't even speak the language. You didn't understand their jokes, their dynamics and how yoi were supposed to fit in. Worst of all you felt like they were holding back from you. You weren't blind, you saw the sympathetic gazes that pitied you. Worst of the group was Druig. You didn't understand why he kept staring at you, why he looked at you strange and most of all why he tried to be with you. He unnerved you.

You grew an attachment with Kingo because he seemed to be the one who genuinely wanted to get to know you. He didn't expect anything of you.

Your first time interacting with humans was in Alexandria. Ajak had led the team there after you arrived. You thought a new place for you meant a new place for everyone, but despite being in a foreign port city the other Eternals fit more in than you did. Sure you got the job done, tracked and killed Deviants, but when the celebrations came you didn't know what to do.

Sersi managed to get away from Ikaris as he and Kingo spoke. She was never as close to Druig as you or Makkari were, but she felt for the man. Pushing past the crowds she would usually interact with she made her way to the corner where Druig was watching the celebrations. Druig tipped his head to her, acknowledging her presence as he took a bite of his plum.

Sersi gave a small smile, "Reminds me of Babylon, except more drinking."

Druig shrugged, "Same humans, same conflicts, same debauchery." Sersi chuckled, but Druig didn't seem to really want to continue the conversation.

Sersi pursed her lip and finally got it off her chest, "How are you?" She worried for him, sure she missed you but she knew how he felt about you.

"Fine."

"Really? Even with what happened to Y/N?"

"...Do you want me to tell you that I'm okay with the love of my life not even knowing me? Better yet wanting nothing to do with me? Because I'm not, but I can't do anything about it can I? So maybe you should go back to your boytoy while I learn to be fine." Druig snapped, staring coldly at the woman who took a step back.

Sersi swallowed, about to turn away before she found the courage to suggest, "Maybe she can remember again." She didn't know the extent of power Druig had but maybe, just maybe there was a chance he could bring you.

"Don't." Druig glowered, not wanting anything to really be alone. Part of him was tempted to think about it, to be selfish and unlock the part of your mind that was holding centuries of memories. But maybe you deserved a fresh start without him. Or maybe he deserved a second chance with you.

You sat alone on a dock, your legs dangling as you felt the breeze of the ocean kiss your skin. You felt overwhelmed and the nature comforted you. You wished you could connect with the humans like the others had, hell you wish you could connect with the others in general. Instead you felt like the loneliest person in the world who really didn't know anything at all.

Kingo took in a deep breath as he watched you from afar. Ikaris had coached him and hyped him all for this moment. Now that Druig was off your mind maybe he had a chance. With flowers in hand he slowly approached you. He couldn't help but admire how serene you looked, but he always knew you were beautiful.

You flinched when you felt a tap on your shoulder and spun around, almost ready to fight until you saw Kingo. You gave him a small smile, "Aren't you supposed to be partying?"

Kingo shrugged, "The newcomer wasn't here so I figured what was the point." Did he feel bad for pretending that he didn't know you for centureis? Yes. But he wasn't going to expect you to be the same as you were, no he was going to treat you right. He pulled the flowers from his back and held them out for you, "For you."

You cocked your head in curiousity as you catiously reached for the flowers. You inhaled their scent and let out a small "choo." You rubbed your nose and looked up at him in confusion, "Thank you?" Why would he kill these poor flowers for you?

Kingo's eyes widened, suddenly realizing you didn't know what romance was. He gaze an awkward cough as he went to sit next you. You made room for him, clutching the flowers as you gaze him a warm glance. "It's um, it's supposed to be romantic? When a human wants to court or get to know another human they usually give them something pretty like I don't know jewelry or flowers. Usually flowers. Flowers are like peak romance."

"Oh."

"I mean it doesn't have to have that meaning if you don't want to. I just wanted to give you a gift because you're new and you seemed pretty distant."

You gave a tight lipped smile, "No I uh, I like them. Thank you Kingo." You didn't know what to do with yourself, much less the flowers, so you scooted closer to him. He was nice and handsome, and funny. You had seen the affection Gilgamesh and Thena held for each other and the bond Ikaris and Sersi had. You couldn't help but also note the cloesness Druig and Makkari had and couldn't help but wonder what their situation was, but why would you care? You didn't want to be alone in this world. Kingo looked down at his hand and you reached over and held it with your own. His cheeks warmed as he looked up at you with a smile, "Hey." Fuck it. You pressed a kiss against his cheek and said softly, "So you would like to court me?" Maybe it would have been best for you to find friends before you tried rushing into dating someone, but you were lonely and envious. You needed someone, even if eventually you would break their heart.

Kingo had led you back to the festivities with your hand in his. You looked down shyly as the other Eternals took notice of the two of you. You tried not to look up but you couldn't help but catch Druig's gaze. Why did he look so sad?

You not being completely you didn't hit Druig until he saw the prospect of truly losing you to someone else. There you were beautiful as ever wiith one hand clutching flowers and the other in Kingo's. He was sick to his stomach, he didn't know who to be mad at. He was a fool to think you wouldn't find someone to wrap around your finger, he just figured you would venture with a human, not Kingo.

Makkari slid up behind Druig and nudged him, "Aren't you going to do something?"

"What can I do? Anything I do can hurt her." It would be best that he forgot you.

Makkari rolled her eyes, "Fight for her, you love her"

"You're right, I love her. Which means I would ultimately like to see her happy." Even if that meant without him. His eyes went back to you as you started to drink. You made a sour face as you were offered more, but who were you to say no? Kingo had his arm slung around you, not paying attention as he and Ikaris laughed over a joke you were not a part of. You had someone, so why did something still feel wrong. You drank more until you were able to laugh with them.

Druig watched throughout the night. He had only seen you drunk a few times, but he always felt like you had control. He made note on how Kingo was so negligent, better yet he was the one drinking with you. He looked away in disgust as the festivities died out and you and Kingo finally had your first kiss.

It was sloppy and blurry. Kingo giggled in drunken glee as you pulled him in for a kiss, your tongues and lips meshing in drunken haze. You were timid before, but you were given courage now. You made a note to yourself to thank the humans for the libations later. Kingo wanted your first kiss to be more romantic, and despite the joy he got from it he pulled away after a while. You weren't a human he could have one night with, no he was planning on the long haul. He held your face in his hands as he slurred, "You're gorgeous Y/N...but we need to go on a date first."

You giggled, "What's that?"

Kingo threw his head back and laughed, "Oh Geez your funny...hic...no I'm going to treat you right. Imma treat you better than Druig." You cocked your head in confusion as you stumbled back. What did that mean? With a drunken smile still plastered on your face you poked his shoulder, "Fine...loverboy. You take me on a date but after I want to fu-" You were cut off as Makkari grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away as Kingo booed her. Kingo was too drunk and lovesick to really care so he strutted back home with his chest puffed out.

You whined as you looked back at Makkari, "What was that?"

Makkari shook her head, as she led you to Druig. Your face fell as you hiccuped and signed, "What is it? Threesome because I won't--" Makkari scoffed in disgust as she ran off, clearly not wanting to deal with a drunk you.

You crossed your arms and glared at Druig, "What do you want, creep?"

Druig held his hands behind his back and looked down at you, "You're drunk Y/N."

"No shit. I think I have to to be around everyone."

"No you don't."

You gave him a bewildered look as you hiccuped, "Everyone hates me. I don't belong here, it's like they're expecting more out of me."

"No one hates you."

"Then why is everything weird? It's like I'm a ghost...I don't know why I'm telling you this. Are you using your mind thingy?" You slurred as you stumbled back to turn away. You tripped over yourself and he reached over and grabbed your arm to keep you from falling.

You gulped, "Thanks." Druig nodded and stepped back, debating whether or not to tell you the truth.

You sighed and looked at the ground, "And you...you're weird. Like really weird, Like why do you look at me like that?"

"Like what?" he knew what you meant, he just didn't know he was that obvious.

"Like...I don't know, like you really like me or I don't know." you couldn't describe it, but it was the kind of look that made you sick to your stomach to how warm and fuzzy you felt by it.

Maybe he was selfish to do this. But maybe he could use his power for good. "Because you were my best friend."

You gave him bewildered look, "What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Um, no."

"Well I'll tell you the truth because the others don't. You came here centuries ago with us, you went on thousands of adventures with us and you had a life until you hurt yourself and lost your memory." You deserved the truth, it was ridiculous everyone had to dance around you because they thought you were too sensitive.

rather have everyone be awkward around a newcomer than interact with the ghost of who you were. Druig rolled his eyes and grabbed your arm, his eyes glowing golden as he searched your mind for anything. Billions of compartments in one brain, he just needed one. Except they were too locked away, as if someone had sealed them. Fine, he'd have to share his with you.

You gasped as you were blinded by the golden light and suddenly the picture started to become clear to you.

"Where am I?" you gasped "Babylon, the first of many cities we would see and experience."

There the two of you were, drunk. Maybe somethings didn't change.

"I usually don't drink," Druig started, "But you managed to convince me."

The two of you were in a fit of giggles as you watched the humans from your corner. You poked his nose and grinned up at him, "What are the odds you race me to Domo?"

"We can't do that M'lady Makkari would beat us." he slurred as he leaned to you and the two of you giggled. He looked back and saw that Makkari had already left, not to race but not to deal with two drunk Eternals. "Oh." he said as you erupted in another fit of giggles.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, "So we can race?"

"M'kay." he smirked as you stuck your tongue out and pulled away from him.

The two of you crouched, you trying not to stumble and him making sure you were okay. "Ready. Set go!" And with that the two of you ran back home, well, you only made it a few yards before you fell flat on your face. Druig immediately stopped when he realized you weren't there and raced back to you. He flipped you over and you groaned, "Did I win?" Druig shook his head and looked you over, noting you only had a few scratches but nothing to serious. He held out his hand to you, but instead of getting up you pulled him to the ground. Which was a mistake on your part because he ended up landing on you. You groaned as you looked up at the stars, "Oh dear I've made a mistake."

Druig laughed as he propped himself up with his arms, taking some of his weight off of you, "So this was your plan darling Y/N? Having me on top of you at the end of the night." He couldn't lie, despite the scratches you looked beautiful and he would admit that he had thought about you in this position more than twice now.

You raised your head smirked, "You would like that, now wouldn't you. But I like to be on top sweetheart." With that you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hip and flipping him over so you were on top. You stared down at him smirking as you watched the blush grow on his face. Your face edged closer to his until your noses were barely brushing. He wanted to kiss you, but little did he knew that he would be met with disappointment. You hummed and said softly, "A thing you need to know about me Druig...I always win." You gave him a peck on his nose as you pushed yourself off of him and sprinted home, leaving your friend in the dust staring at you bewildered. That was the night that Druig realized he had a crush on you.

He released you as you stumbled back. You panted as you tried to process what you just saw. Were you supposed to be flattered? Maybe a part of you was, but as you sobered up you grew angry. You were fuming, not knowing what to do. So you slapped him. He winced and placed his hand on where you struck stepping back as he watched your anger grow.

You fumed and hissed, "Never fucking try to get into my head again, especially when you are going to show me your weird fucking fantasies."

Druig gave you a shocked look, "It was real Y/N. I have centuries of memories with you as my friend and so do the others." You raised your index finger and hissed, "Don't. I don't know you, you don't know me. Keep this to yourself and don't bother me with this shit again. Okay?" With that you stormed off, leaving an upset Druig behind. Druig wondered how many times a heart could break before he could finally move on. Despite you hurting him he couldn't help but still have affection for you, knowing that he was right to tell you that you had a past life that was erased.

As you were walking back at home you couldn't help but wonder what was the line between fantasy and reality. Maybe Druig had been telling the truth, but maybe you didn't need the truth. No, you would be fine. Someday the others won't be weird around you, you will probably hate Druig less, and you will finally understand humans. You went to sleep not prepared for the dam holding memories to suddenly be triggered by the small shake Druig's memory had inflicted.

You were sweating in your sleep when you dreamt of a memory of your own. You tossed and turned as the vision started to become more clear. It was simple. You were sitting at dinner with eveyone around you laughing. You were in on the joke. Kingo was staring at you with warmth in his eyes as he tried to tell a joke about a bull. It fell flat but you laughed anyway. Druig was next to you his hand reaching for yours under the table as warmth filled you. Sprite was annoyed with you, so she did the totally mature thing and flung food at you. Gasps filled the table as your face was suddenly stained by the fruit mixture. Silence filled the air as you licked some of it off your lip and proceeded to chuck the cheese you were eating at Sprite, but the clever girl had cast an illussion and instead it hit Phastos. Giggles filled the room as it became a free for all with everyone joining in on the ridiculous waste of food. You had a family and you were there.

You gasped as you sprung up from your sleep, your hand clutching your head as you felt the dull throbbing of a headache. Was it possible for Eternals to even get hungover. You placed your face in your hands, wondering now if Druig had been telling the truth or if your own mind was playing tricks with you.

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Kingo had been courting you for weeks now, always doing something romantic such as singing a song, getting you jewelry, or writing you poetry that you were sure someone had ghost written. You plastered a smile, hoping that you would feel something other than amusement for your friend. He didn't seem to notice, as long you kissed him and held his hand he thought you were in love.

The dreams became less frequent and you couldn't help but feel disappointed. You wanted more, you didn't care if it was fake you just wanted to feel something. You didn't want to see Druig even though you knew he was the only one who was able to give you what you wanted. Though you didn't really know what you wanted now did you. You thoughts were interrupted when Kingo nudged you, "Y/N, you there?"

You blinked and smiled back at him, "Yes I'm sorry what did you ask?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Oh I don't know, the color of the ocean when its dark out is nice."

Kingo nodded, "Cool. I like purple because you know, it looks good on me. But I think it'd look good on you too, right?"

"Uh huh." Kingo was sweet, but sometimes he bored you. He was vain, funny, and sweet but he lacked a certain something. Was it mystery or intellect? You tuned him out again as he rambled on how he would get you a nice purple outfit for the next party so everyone would know you were with him.

When the party came you were as uncomfortable as ever, wearing a purple dress that yelled that you were Kingo's. It shouldn't of had bothered you, but it did. Across the room you watched as Makkari and Druig signed each other. You frowned and tried to look interested at what Kingo was talking about to Sprite. After an hour boredom and annoyance overcame you. You placed a kiss on Kingo's cheek and murmured softly, "I'm going to catch a breather mkay?"

"Oh should I come?" As much as Kingo adored you he hoped you would say no, afterall he was enjoying being showered with praise by the humans.

You shook your head and gave a tight lipped smile, "No you're fine." You were about to leave with that until he he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss. You smiled against him, not wanting to disappoint him as you pulled away, "I'll see you later tonight."

You walked away with him, your arms crossed as you pushed through the crowd and past Druig and Makkari. The two of them watched you go as Makkari nudged Druig, encouraging him to follow after you. He knew you hated him, and that you had tried to avoid him for weeks. But there was no harm in making sure you were okay, especially when your courter was so oblivious to your feelings.

You hoped he would follow. Not because of him, but because of his powers. And maybe because of him. But you couldn't let him win. You approached the beach watching the waves crash as you made your way to the water. Without a second thought you walked into the water letting the waves hit you and soak your dress Kingo had taken so much pride in getting for you.

Druig watched from a distance with his arms behind his back. He knew you could swim, he didn't have to worry. What kept them there was hope. Hope you'd forgive him, hope you'd miracously remember, hope you would fall in love with him again. All he could do now was admire how at peace you looked in the water.

You turned around spotting Druig. You smiled and turned your head, "Come to heckle me or be a creep Druig."

"Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'll leave if you want me to."

"Mm I can take care of myself."

"I know you can." he noted how you didn't tell him to leave yet. Maybe you had grown more convinced since your last meeting.

"I still haven't forgiven you for shoving that...thing in my mind. But maybe I'll be easier on you if you'd join me and not just watch me like a creep."

Druig hesitated, staring down at the sand. Was this a game you were playing? Did he actually reach through to you or were you going to attempt to drown him? He looked at you suspiciously, "I'd better go then." There was always a third option, the neutral option that didn't have him drowned or Kingo shooting beams at his head for being caught swimming with his courted.

Your head snapped, giving him a bewildered look. Why didn't he want to approach you further? You had entertained his idea, and now he was shying away. No you couldn't get answers like this. You had to reveal one card, one dream that sounded familiar enough to him. You inhaled sharply and said, "I had a dream of us in a city like this. It was older, a bit bigger and perhaps more beautiful."

Druig looked back at you, slowly standing up as he became intrigued, "Alright what else?" Bless the Deviants for gathering in the Hellenistic city of Alexandria and not elsewhere, maybe your recent memory could be recovery.

"I don't know we were just talking in a vineyard." you shrugged, the dream had faded by now you didn't know if you could remember what the situation was or what you even talking about. For all you knew the city was a figure of your imagination.

"Come out of the water."

"No I had told you you could join me in here." you replied stubbornly. You had already given, now it was his turn to meet you. Druig narrowed his eyes at you, you were clearly unrelenting in this front. He never took you for a swimmer but he suppose you could change. Hopefully not in all aspects. He grumbled to himself as he made his way towards you. "Kingo is going to kill me if he sees me with you like this." He waded into the water fully clothed, annoyed at the situation but he would do it for you.

You rolled your eyes as you swam towards him, "What this? Heavens forbid two people swimming in public waters! Besides he has no say over me."

He meet you halfway, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours. You seemed so at ease, curious and young. Did he really want to corrupt you? Maybe this was your fresh start after all. "He's a tad bit dramatic."

"I know. It's what makes him interesting." you replied with a smirk. Sure, did he take up the spotlight? Yeah. But he was secure, he actually wasn't weird with you. And he was nice, funny and handsome and everyone seemed to like seeing you with him.

Druig studied your face, you didn't actually love him now did you? No, you were young and impressionable. Kingo was the one who had taken the news of your memory loss best to Druig's surprise. Druig knew you were friends with Kingo before, he just didn't know you could view him in a different way. It made sense the two of you were gravitating towards each other. He late the wave of bitterness crash against him with the water. He should have been there for you, he should have been better before and after you lost your memory. "Do you love him?"

You glanced at him in shock. What kind of person asks that? You stayed silent and thought about it. Maybe that was the first sign of doom. You shrugged, "Love doesn't exist. I care for him and I can see myself growing affectionate for him." Anything but being alone in this scary world.

Druig scoffed. Maybe somethings didn't change, you were still high up on your tower with your pessimistic view on something as simple as love. As much as he was annoyed with Kingo he couldn't help but feel bad. "Y/N, don't break his heart." He knew the feeling, but the last thing the team needed was heartbreak from the most dramatic of the group. Besides, he knew despite all of his flaws Kingo deserved someone who was as all in as he was.

You swam back, as you tensed. Where did that even come from? You shook your head, "I don't intend to. But enough about Kingo you have something I want."

"What's that m'lady?"

"Show me a memory and I won't hate you anymore."

"You hate me?" Druig teased as he saw a smile edge your lips.

"Mhm." you said, steadfast as you let the darkness hide your face. Maybe you didn't hate him that much. Druig annoyed and confused you, which was more on the hate scale than the rest of the Eternals.

"Well I have a different proposition seeing as I have the power here."

"What's that then."

"A memory for an hour of time together, no more no less."

"Ugh you're so weird...okay." An hour wouldn't be so bad, besides you'd have some time to be away from Kingo. You swam closer to him the moonlight reflecting on the water on your wet form.

Druig made his way closer to you so now you were closer. He wrapped arm around your back so you pressed against him. The last thing he wanted was for you to drown from a memory you gave. You gulped and stared at the sky. Druig noticed your tenseness, "We can do this on dryland."

"No, I think the water relaxes me more." . It was simple. Just to friends walking through a vineyard. Druig had his arms behind his back as you plucked some grapes off of the vines and plopped some in his mouth.

"You ever wonder what we would be like if we were human?" you said as you glanced at him in curiousity. Your eyes were bright and full of joy as the sun hit you. Were it not for the immortality and power the locals would have thought you were one them.

"Why would I?"Druig replied as he motioned for more grapes. You rolled your eyes and grabbed more for him. He gave you a smile as he stuffed more in his mouth.

"Well you spend more time with them I just figured you would think about it." you shrugged. The gears in Druig's mind started turning as he started to let his imagination run free.

"I suppose. I think I'd be a politician. You'd have the option of being a spinster, priestess, wife, or prositute."

You scoffed, "Humanity sucks for women."

"Well what would you choose to be."

"Fine I'd choose to be a wife."

"Interesting. Who'd be your husband?"

"Well it's not my choice. How many cows would you offer my father for me?"

"Five."

"Ugh. At least Kingo would offer more." you teased as he rolled his eyes.

"Fine, ten."

"So I would be married to you, a politician. Would we have children?" It was perfectly normal for friends who sometimes had sex platonically to talk about marriage and children together, right?

"Oh of course that's what society would expect." That was one aspect of humanity Druig had always thought more about. He admired the innocence of the children, how they had so much potential to better than their fathers.

"How many would you like husband?"

"Four for good measure, though I'm sure I'd be happy with as much you could handle."

"How sensitive. So that would settle if we were humans we'd be husband and wife and we'd have children. You would politic and I would mother. Then I'd die first--"

"No I would I die first." He couldn't bare the thought of losing you first, even if old age didn't threaten them. It was something he thought about, how out of everyone he would hate to lose you the most, how he would rather die in the place of you if the situation arose.

"How so?"

"War. Or I get charged for corrupting the youth."

"Oh so you'd bring shame onto our family for your ideals?"

"I'm sorry m'darling I am good citizen before I am a good poltician."

"Well I'd die first anyway."

"How's that?"

"I don't know I'd just rather it be me than you." you said matter of factly as you walked ahead. The truth was you didn't want to be alone, even if you were human and eternity wasn't that long. Moreover you didn't want to be alone and without your best friend.

Your eyes snapped open as the vision blurred. You felt disoriented, not noticing that your arms were wrapped around Druig tightly as the two of you stayed a float. You blinked a few times and glanced up at him, as some of the picture became clearer. "We were ran off from that vineyard and the owner started yelling at us for destroying his livelihood." You didn't expect for some of the memories to flash now, they usually came at night.

Druig gave you a bewildered look as he nodded, a smile tugging at his lips and hope filling his eyes. He was speechless, could it be that you were starting to remember your old self. You took his nod as one of encouragement and continued, "I had to beg Sersi to help him and Ajak gave as an earful."

"That's right m'darling. Do you remember anything more." He studied your face as your brows furrowed in focus. You shook your head and shrugged, "No, you can let go no." A million thoughts and feelings filled your mind. Betrayal, anger, sadness, excitement, hope, fear. You were mad at the other Eternals for giving up on your memory so easily. Though you appreciated Kingo for treating you normally and going along with your amnesiac self you were still mad at him for not even telling the truth. You felt Druig release you and you made your way to the shore with the man following suit.

"You alright?"

You didn't even hear him as the thoughts overpowered your senses. You stood on the sand soaking, staring at the ground as your breathing started to become heavier and your eyes filled with moisture. You shakily sat down as your legs started to betray you and you broke out sobbing. Druig rushed to you as he the emotions overtake you like a wave. Right as he was about to reach out and comfort you his head snapped to the sound of Kingo's voice.

"Y/N?" Kingo called as he walked towards the beach, his eyes widening at the scene of you crying and Druig with you. He jogged towards you and shot a glare at Druig, "What did you do?"

"Impeccable timing as always Kingo." Druig mumbled as he glared up at him. You were too lost in your own world to notice the two of them as you continued to sob.

Kingo was now face to face Druig, he shoved a finger into his chest, "What did you do Druig? Did you hurt her again? Y/N did he hurt you?" Druig and Kingo looked back at you but you were still avoiding them.

"I didn't hurt her, but you are if you keep gaslighting her." Druig said softly so only Kingo could hear. Kingo flinched and glanced down and said through gritted teeth, "It's not gaslighting it's accepting that her old self would never come back. You should try it instead of trying to hold her back." With that Kingo turned to you and put his hand on your back, "Sweetheart..."

You glanced up at him through your tears, contemplating whether to snap at him now or let it fester. You inhaled sharply and gave him a smile, "I'm fine...I'm fine. Take me home." Maybe it would be best for you to forget the little of memories you had gained, the bitterness you were starting to feel. Afterall maybe this had been your chance to start fresh. You were tired and you were starting to get a headache.You had to assume the team had the best intentions. You had to believe you could convince yourself to love someone as to not hurt their feelings. Druig stared at the two of you in shock as Kingo picked you up, pushing past Druig as he walked the two of you home.

--- Once again more memories invaded your dreams, this time more vivid. From rather explicit ones to heartwarming ones they were coming back to you. You had changed out of your wet clothes and had fallen asleep next Kingo. You sat up as you stared down at him, hoping to talk about your dreams. You poked him but he was too deep in his sleep to really awake much less stir. You groaned as you clutched your temples are the headache grew stronger. Glancing back at the sleeping Kingo you slowly got up and made your way out of his quarters and towards Druig's.

You shifted uncomfortably as you knocked quickly on his doors, hoping no one else would awake. To your surpise the man groggily opened his door. You gave him a shy smile, "I need you."

Druig raised his eyebrows as he stepped back. Before your current state he would take it as an invitation for something more fun but he knew what you needed now. "Come in."

You gave a shy smile and walked into his room, gazing at the artifacts that yours lacked. You sat on the edge of the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear you said softly, "I know lately I've been kind of a bitch to you. I know your intentions are good, as are everyone else's. I'm just tired of everyone wanting something from me but not telling me what it is."

Druig nodded in understanding, "You're right, I'm sorry." He sat on the other edge of the bed as he looked at you expectantly.

"Right, um I have this awful headache can you help." Ridiculous, you were using him for insight on who you were and now you needed him to put you to sleep.

Druig cocked his head in curiosity but nevertheless teased, "Kingo's snoring that loud?"

You snickered and shrugged, "Yeah actually but I seem to get them even without him." You started to rub your temple as the ache started to grow again.

Druig stayed silent as he wondered whether this could be a bigger thing and if he should call Ajak. No, last time you had a head problem with Ajak you came back without any memories of Earth and the team. Maybe it'd be best if she was left out of it. He sighed and stood up, "Should I take you to your room?" He didn't expect you to say no, he also hoped you wouldn't make him take you to Kingo's.

You quickly shook your head, "No I hate it there, it's so barren and cold...Can I stay here with you?" Two friends can sleep in the same bed, right? Besides she would wake up early enough for Kingo to notice.

Druig was too sleepy to really care, so he shrugged, "I suppose." He slowly made his way towards you, placing his hands gently on your temple, "You ready?" You gave a nod with a tight lipped smile. With that he put you to sleep, slowly picking you up and placing you up further on his bed and tucking you in. He made his way to his side and laid down on top of his blanket. He had a right to his bed but he wasn't going to get himself into an entanglement even if he had wanted to share his bed with you for centuries. He drifted off to sleep, not expecting the mess the two of you would find in the morning.

You awoke pleasantly with no headache. You sighed and smiled, stretching your hands to the ceiling and paused at the scene before you. Druig had vacated the spot next to you and now was pinned against the wall with Kingo's hand on his neck and his eyes filled with rage, something you hadn't seen on the friendliest of the group. You gasped and quickly ran to the two, prying Kingo's grip from Druig's neck as you snapped at him, "Kingo what the fuck?"

"What do you mean Kingo what the fuck? Y/N what the fuck! One minute you're with me in bed and the next your with him!"

You stared at him in bewilderment, "What? Why would I sleep with you?"

Kingo stepped back and said softly, "What?" Hurt filled his eyes as you stared at him in confusion. Druig slowly stood up as he observed the scene.

You shrugged and raised your hands, "Fine I fess up, Druig and I have this unspoken sexual tension but we haven't had sex yet y'know. Don't be weird about it." Kingo's nostrils flared and his eyes filled with anger as he glared between the two of you. He felt hurt, angry, embarrassed and he didn't know who felt the strongest of these towards. Druig tilted his head in confusion as he slowly made his way towards you. Could it be that you remembered a bit more now? No, you would have remembered that by now the two of you had moved way past sexual tension. He had to make sure, "Y/N m'darling where are we?"

You gave a smile, "Babylon. Thena and I are supposed to hunt deviants tonight." Now Kingo knew who to direct his anger to. He glared at Druig and hissed, "What did you do?"

Druig gulped and said gently, "Y/N we're in Alexandria." Hopefully you were just off in your geography.

"Mmm what's that?" you said with a smile. Why would Ajak change cities without telling you?

Kingo's glare on Druig hardened as he hissed, "I'm going to kill you. You fucking mindfucked her asshole." You glanced between the two of them in confusion, not realizing that while you did remember your past you were now mentally stuck in it with no recollection of what had even happened yesterday,

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All Too Well - Chapter Two

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Just to be clear too, I have not given one fuck about time frames in this. I know nothing of history. I forget what kingdoms come after which. I am not here for that. I’m here for the yearning. Thank you.

Word Count - 2.1k

Chapter Two

You spent the better half of 5,000 years trying to forget they existed. Some days were better than others. Some days you were haunted by all of their stares, and by the way Ajak so suddenly said you may all leave.

You all went your separate ways, experiencing human life as if you were one of them, creating lives for yourselves while wondering where your Eternal counterparts were on the Earth.

You didn’t deny that it was rough sometimes, but after so long on your own, you knew you’d changed. You’d been forced to, moving away from the nature of your power to something detached and cold. You’d realised it was because of Druig—he’d taken advantage of your softness. With one flash of his golden eyes, he’d split everyone up.

To humans, you looked to be mid-twenties. Young, but not too young. Old, but not ancient. Maybe it was a good age, even though you knew you’d never be able to grow old with those you met. It came with challenges; you tended to move every five to ten years, not wanting anyone to know of your origin. In a world run by superheroes, you didn’t feel connected to them in the slightest.

London was cold in November, but you’d grown to like it. Breath circled you as you walked from your flat to the pub where you worked. You kicked in the door and pulled off your coat and scarf, hanging them up on the pegs by the bar.

“You’re late!” your manager yelled from the cellar.

“Put it on my tab!” you yelled back, tying your hair up quickly and taking your usual spot behind the bar. This was your existence—pouring pints for Londoners, running food, mopping floors. You didn’t mind it for one reason; it was so different to what you used to do, it didn’t remind you of them in the slightest.

A few hours into your shift, Heidi came into the pub. If Eternals could have best friends, Heidi was yours. “Why weren’t you answering your phone last night?” she said, pulling up a stool and sitting opposite you at the bar. You poured her a pint without asking.

“It ran out of battery,” you said, sliding her the glass.

“You know you’re supposed to charge it, right?”

“I think I lost the... um,” you clicked your fingers, trying to remember the word for the part that went into a wall socket. “The thingy part—the one with the three sticking out bits,”

Heidi looked at you like you were an idiot. “The plug?” you slapped the bar top.

“Yes! The plug part,” Heidi burst into laughter at you struggling.

“I swear you’re an eighty-year-old woman in disguise,” she chuckled out.

“Maybe I am,” you said, smiling playfully. Little did she know you were closer to 8,000 years old, instead.

“When do you get off?” she asked, gulping down two healthy mouthfuls of her beer.

“An hour, maybe less, but Jack’s been pestering me for overtime,” you said, and both of you looked over to Jack at a table, sharing a pint with locals. For a manager, he did fuck all. You turned back to Heidi, widening your eyes in annoyance.

“There’s a birthday celebration for one of the guys at the museum today,” Heidi said, and immediately you recoiled. She rose from her stool slowly. “Hey, come on now—,”

“You know how I feel about the museum lot,” you said, flashing back to the time you’d first met some of Heidi’s colleagues a few years back. It had got messy.

“That was ages ago—,”

“Not ages, Heidi. Not ages at all,” you chuckled. Suddenly, Heidi stuck out her hand and grabbed yours. She looked up at you with her brown puppy dog eyes, pouting her lip like a trained professional. You frowned at her face, but your heart was already giving in.

“Stop that, fucking stop that,” you said sternly. Heidi only pouted more. “Fucks sake,” you whispered. “Fine,” you gave in.

Since leaving Babylon, Heidi was the only person that could make you crumble like that so easily. You hated to admit it, but you liked it. You’d only known her a few years, but to humans, that was a long time. She was kind, witty, stylish. She’d started talking to you behind the bar one day and had simply never stopped.

You were content.

“Whose birthday is it again?” you asked, entering the bar alongside Heidi.

“Dane’s,” she said.

“Ah yes, the pretty one,” you commented.

“The pretty not single one, anymore,” Heidi said. “He started dating someone from the education department last year,”

“Good for him,” you said, utterly indifferent. Heidi stared at you in confusion.

“I love having you around. You keep me in check about my gossiping,” she chuckled, you smiled at her.

“Gossip is boring,”

“You’re boring,” she hit back with. You shoved her slightly, before the two of you approached a group of people at a few surrounding tables.

Heidi said her hello’s, hugging her colleagues as you stayed behind her. Thousands of years worth of interactions and you still hadn’t gained proper social skills. Heidi was helping, though. That was a start.

“Dane—you remember—?” Heidi said, steering Dane towards you.

“Yes,” he cut Heidi off. “I do remember. I try not to, but I do,” he said, chuckling slightly, before sticking his hand out to you.

“It’s okay, you weren’t that drunk,” you joked back, remembering him dramatically slipping on the dancefloor of some club when you’d first met him.

“You’re a liar, but thank you anyway,” he smiled.

“Oh, and this,” Heidi said, taking a woman by the hand and dragging her next to Dane. “Is Sersi,”

“Hi—,” she stopped in her tracks, frozen in place with her hand stretched out before her. You didn’t take it, but instead were glued to her eyes and face.

A face that you’d woken up to thousands of years before.

Her gaze skimmed you up and down, taking note of your clothes, your hair, and all the other changes that had sprouted over the last thousand years.

Dane pushed Sersi softly with a chuckle. “You okay, hun?” he joked. Sersi snapped out of it.

“Sorry, for a moment I thought you were someone I used to know,” she said, laughing awkwardly. You finally took her hand in yours and shook it, but said nothing. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, but you could hear the bluntness in her voice.

Your heart had made its way to your throat when Sersi finally backed away. Heidi was the first to approach you with furrowed brows. “What the fuck was that? You look like you just saw a ghost,”

“I feel sick,” you said, with lack of what else to come up with.

“What?”

“I don’t feel well all of a sudden,” you repeated, but your anxiety was starting to turn into anger. “I think I’m going to go,” you said. Heidi clutched you by the shoulder and looked into your eyes for a few seconds.

She nodded once. “Get home safe,” she said. You managed to shoot her a small smile. “Charge your fucking phone,”

You left as quickly as you could without looking like you were on the run from something. As you left the bar, you had the insatiable urge to run. You got into a sprint immediately, pumping your limbs until all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears, and even then you kept going.

Peering out at the Thames, you finally stopped running, but your heart was still beating incessantly beneath your ribs.

Arishem forbid. Sersi.

You tried to remember what she looked like when she left—hand in hand with Ikaris, flying off to some other country or settlement to start their life together. Evidently, it hadn’t worked out. It was odd; despite knowing how much you’d changed, you couldn’t fathom seeing Sersi in the same way.

You sighed as you finally decided to walk home, intent on forgetting that meeting ever happened, but it was never going to be that easy. When you rounded the corner, you jumped out of your skin as something appeared before you.

“Fuck!” you stopped immediately, just before bombarding into the teenager before you.

Sprite.

“You’ve been in London all this time, huh? I had a feeling we’d find you somewhere around here. Druig always joked about how you loved large settlements so much—,”

“Don’t—,” you let out venomously, breathing heavily as you stared her down. “Don’t say that name,” you finished. Sprite’s face dropped and words failed her. You hadn’t seen her eyes in so long, but she was still the same. An Eternal with the face of a child.

“Still a touchy subject?” she said, and you had to do everything not to erupt into flames. You rounded her then, shoving your hands in your pockets and continuing on your journey home.

“Go home, Sprite,” was all you could manage to say.

“When did you get this mean? You always used to be sunshine and rainbows—,”

“Why the fuck are you here?” you exploded, stopping and turning back to her. “You and Sersi, why are you even together? I thought you stayed with Ajak after Dru—,” you stopped yourself, clamping your eyes shut.

“I was lonely,” Sprite said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing big. “I found Sersi,”

You nodded, despite wanting to punch the wall beside you. This was a reunion that you’d been trying to ignore since you’d first separated. You hadn’t realised that it would happen now—your wounds were still fresh after so many years. You didn’t know why.

Everyone left. No one spoke up for you. Druig—

Well, what didn’t Druig do?

“Sprite!” a man’s voice spoke up, as the pitter patter of two pairs of feet rounded the corner. Sersi and Dane were holding hands, faces flushed from the winter air.

“Oh, brilliant,” you whispered.

“Found her,” Sprite said, smiling at Sersi.

“No, you didn’t,” you shot an annoyed stare at Sprite, before turning around once more.

“Wait!” Sersi yelled. “Please—wait,” she rushed forwards, until she stood behind you, back still turned to her. “I didn’t realise you lived in London,”

“Sorry, what’s going on here?” Dane spoke up.

“Shut up!” Sersi and you said in unison. The silence after Dane shut his mouth was almost too much. You finally turned around, taking in Sersi’s apologetic and nostalgic stare.

“Sorry,” you said, flashing a look at Dane. He nodded curtly.

“Can we... can we talk somewhere?” Sersi suggested, but already you were backing away.

“You haven’t talked to me for 5,000 years, Sersi. What makes you think I’d want to talk to you now?” you said bitterly. When she stayed silent, you couldn’t stop yourself from erupting. “You let him do that to me, try to control me, as if all of you had somehow expected him to. Do you know what that felt like?” you clenched your jaw as memories and anger and sadness and pain—so much fucking pain—spiralled into your soul as Sersi stared at you, awestruck, speechless, guilty. “You had Ikaris, Gilgamesh had Thena— but none of you fucking tried to get him to stay. You said nothing!”

“I know,” Sersi said timidly.

“If following Arishem means doing nothing when something should be done, I stopped following him a long time ago,” you said, slower this time, articulating your words so Sersi would fully understand what you meant.

When she didn’t reply again, you nodded once. “That’s that, then. I’ll see you in another 5,000 years,” you turned and strolled away, not stopping once to look behind you at their reactions. You didn’t have the patience nor the care for them that you once did. All you felt was red.

You didn’t sleep. You were up all night, your mind on the verge of overloading, your heart on the brink of cracking. If Sersi and Sprite had been this close for so long, what’s to say the others weren’t, as well?

That thought was enough to send you down a spiral; one that told you to get the fuck out of London. Somewhere new, that would fix this. Another place where they couldn’t find you for another hundred years, at least.

By the morning, you’d packed and made new arrangements. There was a part of you that didn’t want to leave; Heidi being the main factor. On the walk to the train station, you texted her, despite it taking a few tries:

I’m sorry. Have a great life.

As you passed an alleyway, you threw your phone into one of the large bins—

You didn’t look back.

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All Too Well - Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

THREE DAYS LATER

Sprite had said that Druig used to joke about how much you loved large settlements; cities; towns; bustling urban spaces. It was only when you got to New York City that you realised they’d both been right.

On a whim, you’d booked it across the World to one of the largest cities on the globe. It was a no-brainer when you’d decided it. And now; strolling through the cold November streets, on your third day in the city, was just another day where you felt more at ease.

Away from Sersi and Sprite. Away from them knowing.

You grabbed a coffee from a small stand by Times Square, clutching it in your cold palms and sipping at it slowly. This was nice. This felt like freedom. But that’s what you thought every time you moved somewhere.

When you left first, you landed in what was now Italy. The Roman Empire had been amazing to witness first-hand. After it fell, you travelled parts of what was now South America, the Middle East and Africa. You’d lived over most of the globe by the time the 17th Century had arrived. That’s when you settled in England, moving cities every few years until you’d lived on every square inch of the island— and then you moved to London in 2018.

Secretly, it had always been your favourite place. You’d been somewhat of a nomad, a wayward traveller, in other places, never securing proper friendship with another. Until Heidi came along.

You tried not to think of her standing next to you now, looking up at Times Square with you. Laughing at the flashy adverts and idiots on the street. You knew she’d love it.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Arishem, kill me,” you whispered, as a sort of prayer. You didn’t mean it, nor did you think Arishem was ever listening to you. It didn’t matter if he was—you wouldn’t follow him blindly anymore. Not the way you did when you were young.

You walked further into Times Square, until you were almost surrounded in a bustling sea of Christmas shoppers and tourists. You stepped forward, and accidentally bumped into a man.

“Sorry,” you apologised quickly. He turned to you slowly.

“Behind you,” he said, his face blank.

“What?” you asked, your brows furrowed.

A man to your left turned to face you suddenly. “Behind you,” he said, as you whipped your stare onto him as well. You took a fumbling step back when you realised—their eyes were gold, their faces as expressionless as slate, their minds being controlled by an outside source to say these words.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no,”

“Behind you!” a woman screamed in your face suddenly, causing you to fall backwards onto the cold concrete ground. As you did, you were battered by the sudden stomps of running feet. Civilians rushed forward, their mouths spouting yells of concern and screams of terror.

As you lay on the floor, you twisted around behind you—

Arishem, maybe you did hear.

The deviant saw you before you could move, running at full speed and crashing through humans to get to where you were. Instead of the other way round, like it used to be, it was going just for you.

There was a moment when you held your breath, accepted this fate, because there was nothing you could fucking do. You couldn’t supress the emotions of a deviant, you couldn’t calm it down to a lulled sleep. You knew how to fight; people, yes; but not a creature of this size.

You were done for.

You closed your eyes.

Arishem, let him be happy.

“Not today,” Ikaris said, landing next to you suddenly and immediately wrapping his arms around you. You held onto him as he rose into the air in a flash, flying over the city as the deviant followed his silhouette into the sky.

You didn’t—couldn’t—say anything to him at first. Not after what you’d just seen, not after having your heart dropped on the ground and flopped over and over like a helpless fish.

Despite nearing death, the only thought that penetrated your boggled mind was this—

Druig was here.

He’d warned you through those humans.

It was impossible to be anyone else. And if Ikaris was here as well, that could only mean one thing.

“How many?” you asked suddenly.

“What?” Ikaris said softly, as the two you began to descend back to the city.

“How many of you are together?”

Ikaris swallowed. “All of us, besides Makkari and—,” he stopped himself suddenly.

“And?” you urged, but he simply shook his head.

“Druig is here,” he answered quickly, and you winced involuntarily. “I know that’s what you really wanted to ask,”

You sent him a stare that could only mean one thing; shut the fuck up; and stayed silent for the rest of the trip down to the ground. He dropped you down softly, not landing himself. He nodded behind you.

“Stay with them,” he said gently, before whooshing off into the sky once more, his eyes immediately turning gold and spouting rays of golden towards the rampant deviant. Through the commotion in the distance, you could see four beings—

You could already guess who they were.

“Hey!” Sersi yelled, prompting you to turn. She ran towards you with two others trailing you. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” she urged, going to grab you by the shoulders, until you flinched away from her grasp.

Behind her, Sprite and another approached you. You’d know him in a single stare.

“Phastos,” you said calmly, not expecting to feel such a rush of warmth to your gut. You’d always loved him, with his incredible brain and even more incredible personality. Phastos was good; he’d always been kind to you.

“Hello, stranger,” he said, almost sullenly. You let him approach you, just by the softness of your expression. He laid his hands on your shoulders gently and it grounded you—you felt him, and feeling him again after so long was enough to make you stifle a choke. “I’d say it’s good to see you, but under these circumstances it feels wrong,”

You chuckled softly without realising, before swiping your gaze across the morbid faces of Sersi and Sprite. “What’s happening?”

“We’ll explain when we’re safe,” Sersi said, nodding. You nodded back.

“Let me guess,” you said, turning to oversee the battle against the deviant. “Ikaris, Gilgamesh, Thena and...” you stopped, taking in a breath, not ready to say his name just yet.

“And yes,” Phastos finished your sentence. “But, no Thena. She’s in a safe place. She’s... still struggling,”

“Kingo? Ajak?” you questioned. The three faces before you suddenly soured.

“We have a lot to tell you,” Phastos spoke. You didn’t ask any further questions, but instead focused on stopping your gut from knotting itself. The three of you watched in silence as your fellow Eternals took down the deviant, but it was no easy feat. They’d always been simple to take down before, especially as a team, but this—this was different.

Ikaris was the first back to the group, landing elegantly as he’d always done. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” he said, letting out a deep breath. You, however, were keeping yours held in.

Because you saw them then, the three of them, sauntering back to the huddle.

Kingo was on the right, walking with an ego that had always been double the size of anyone else. He looked the same; same smug expression stamped all over his face; same swished hair, like he was trying to be Elvis. You’d even seen some of his film posters, dotted around Camden backstreets.

Gilgamesh was on the left, walking with a prowess that represented his power excellently, but not him as a person. Despite his strength, Gilgamesh was soft. When you’d all separated, he’d stayed by Thena’s side; nursing her, keeping her safe. You knew that wouldn’t have changed, even after all these years.

And in the middle, strolling with his shoulders straight, his chin high, his hands by his sides—

“Druig,” Kingo said, as the three of them reached the group. You backed away, slotting yourself next to Phastos and behind Ikaris. “Next time, send the humans away from the violent raging monster, maybe?”

“He was creating a shield, albeit a terrible one,” Gilgamesh chimed in, slapping his hand down on Druig’s shoulder. “We’re all out of practice,” he quipped. Druig said nothing, but his eyes were skimming over the faces of his other Eternals.

You felt his stare hit you before you even caught his eye.

Arishem, really do kill me now.

“You cut your hair,” his voice slinked over you as if no time had passed. When before, his soft accent used to warm you, all you felt with the steel of an ice pick straight through your gut. You stayed silent, but somehow your gaze couldn’t leave his own.

Ikaris moved to the side, fully exposing you to the others.

“Well, it has been 5,000 years,” Gilgamesh said gently, before he stomped forward softly. You let him wrap you in a hug. You leaned into his chest and closed your eyes, too afraid that you’d either cry, or flee without looking back.

“And you needed to cut it, anyway,” Kingo chimed in, sending you a smile after Gilgamesh moved to the side. “Seriously,” he added, as an attempt to break the icy tension between you and Druig. Not even he could disperse the thick tension that surrounded all of you.

He was the first to look away, and you hated the way you felt satisfied by it. Druig raised a hand to his mouth, wiping down over his chin. “So, what now?” he questioned, and all eyes immediately darted to Ikaris.

Some things never change.

“What’s going on?” you asked again, unable to cover the desperation in your voice this time around.

Ikaris sighed. He sighed painfully. “Ajak is dead,”

Your chest was the first thing to erupt, and alongside it came that sinking feeling in your gut, like you were falling—falling so far, down, down, down, with no way of ever stopping. Your eyes widened, taking in the solemn faces around you as if looking for the punchline. This was a joke, no? It couldn’t be true.

“What?” it came out in a whisper.

Gilgamesh reached out to you, but you flinched away from his touch, fully exploding. “Someone tell me now, what the fuck is going on,” you demanded, getting worked up as your breathing accelerated tenfold. You felt like you were dying. “I know you all hated telling me things 5,000 years ago, but tell me what the fuck is going on right now!”

“It’s not safe here,” Sprite spoke up, but her tone was soft. “We need to move, now,”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You clasped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from vomiting right there, as your eyes darted to Ikaris. He met your gaze sadly. You swallowed down bile, composing yourself. “Take me to her,” you said smally. “Please,” you begged.

He looked around the group, as if asking for their approval, before he approached you.

“I’m comin’ too,” Druig said sternly, taking a step forward.

“No,” you hit back immediately, sending him a glassy eyed stare. “No,” you said again, but it came out as a croak. You clamped your eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath to compose yourself.

This wasn’t about you right now.

This was about Ajak.

“Okay,” you said softly, nodding at the ground.

Druig continued forward, positioning himself on the other side of Ikaris. You refused to look at him.

“We’ll meet you back in the forest settlement,” Sersi said, before the three of you rose from the ground and into the sky.

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All Too Well - Chapter Eight

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, death, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: I am so overwhelmed from all the love and support I've got on this series in TWO DAYS!! Like whaaaat. Thank you guys so much, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this. We're getting close to the end now, so thank you for coming along for this lil fic.

Word Count - 2.1k

Chapter Eight

“I won’t stand by and let you ruin the mission,” Ikaris said through clenched teeth. You and Druig rounded the corner, slowing down as you took in the wounded faces of the other Eternals.

“Ikaris,” you said gently. “What are you doing?” you asked desperately, skimming your eyes around Phastos’ ruined design for the Uni-mind.

“These are Arishem’s wishes,” he explained. “Ajak thought the same as you, she—,” he stopped himself, as Druig slowly strolled around the control room.

“You killed her,” he said plainly.

Ikaris grimaced. Sersi gasped. You swallowed down bile.

“No,” Sprite whispered.

“I won’t let you stop the Emergence,” Ikaris swallowed. “It’s our mission, our purpose,”

“Our purpose has changed,” you spoke up. “This was the Celestial plan all along. Think of the other Eternals out there doing their bidding and not knowing the consequences—,”

“Think of how you’re all stopping the birth of a billion new worlds! Just to hold on to this one!”

“We’ve all grown, Ikaris!” you yelled. “You’re the only one that hasn’t. You killed her,” you spluttered. “I can’t believe you killed Ajak,”

“If any of you get in my way,” he said lowly, stepping back from you all. “I will kill you,”

You all watched in silence as he made his way to the exit, praying that this was false. You turned to Sersi, but her expression was clear; she was heartbroken. She was cracked.

“Wait,” Sprite spoke up. “I’m coming with you,”

“No,” Sersi let out, reaching for Sprite. Phastos held her back gently, and she fell into his arms.

They both left, not looking back at their family once. Sersi let out a cry, clutching onto Phastos for dear life. You looked at the floor, anger and sadness radiating off you in waves. Druig slipped his hand into yours, squeezing your knuckles hard.

“I can’t do this,” Kingo said suddenly. You whipped your stare onto him, pleading through your eyes.

“Please, Kingo,” you urged. Kingo sighed.

“Come on… it’s Ikaris,” he said sadly, before strolling towards Karun. When they reached the doorway, he looked back. “Maybe, I’ll meet you all in the next life,”

There was a huge part of you that wanted to stop trying. When you made your way to Arishem’s chamber on the Domo, no one tried to stop you; not even Druig. Maybe all of you needed some space, just to compute this.

You peered up at the statue of Arishem in the place you’d woken up eight thousand years before. You’d known nothing then, only being aware of your mission at hand. Protect the humans from the deviants, follow Arishem, go home to Olympia when you were done.

Since finding out the truth, you’d been wondering of your past. Your memories were wiped after each Emergence; a blank state ready for another in the blink of an eye; but could that mean you’d met your Eternals before?

Had you already been on missions with Sersi, with Ikaris, with Ajak?

Had you already met Druig before, in the past, through the fog and smoke of your memory being wiped?

Thena knew what it felt like to know. Mahd W’yry had its grip on her thick and fast, but she was the strongest of you all. You wondered, through the pain and blood and destruction she saw and knew about, did any faces appear through the smoke screen, too? Could she see a Gilgamesh from ten thousand years before? Could she see Makkari? Could she see you?

The realisation that you were reset every couple thousand years was a slap in the face. You’d spent years discovering who you are, re-writing your personality, becoming your true self, just for Arishem to take you back and wipe you clean.

It angered you to your core.

And now? Ikaris had revealed his true self. Blindly following a being that he hadn’t spoken to in person in over eight thousand years, over multiple lifetimes.

You squatted to the floor, holding your head in your hands as you fought against the urge to scream, or cry, or break out of the ceiling of the Domo and kill Arishem yourself. You stared up at the statue of the Celestial, sucking in shaky breaths.

“Did you know?” you whispered to him. “Did you know we’d separate to begin with? That we’d grow to love this planet? That it would destroy us all to allow the Emergence to happen?” you asked desperately, as the tiniest part of you wanted him to actually reply. You knew he wouldn’t—you’d never spoken to him in person, but that didn’t stop you wishing for the answers.

“Did you know we’d grow to love? To hate? To feel? Without the help of my power guiding their emotions?” you continued. “Or did you program us this way? Did you build me this way?” you said, louder this time, standing from your low position as a surge of confidence filtered through your blood.

“Did you make me love him? Put something within my circuits that would ensure I’d fall for him, the first moment I ever saw him?” you cried, but there was nothing but silence that surrounded you afterwards. Silence, and the pumping of your blood as it travelled through your mechanical body.

“No,” Sersi said timidly, walking up behind you. “That wasn’t Arishem, that was all you,” she stood next to you, looking up at the statue of her master, her eyes sad and tired. “He didn’t make me love Ikaris, either. I grew to love him on my own,”

You looked at her sadly. “I’m so sorry, Sersi,” you reached out and took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately.

“We are strong enough to make our own decisions,” she replied, smiling at you sadly. “Ikaris was not,”

“We can still do this,” you said softly. “Without him, Sprite and Kingo. We still can,”

“I know,” Sersi agreed, shaking your hand affectionately. “I think we all need time to mourn first, just for a little while,” you nodded sullenly, before both of you stared into Arishem’s eyes. This was a being that brought you life, but you felt indifferent now.

He’d lied.

“So, you love Druig,” Sersi said, looking at you slyly. You pushed her playfully, letting out a chuckle. “They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,”

“Those five thousand years apart are not what made me love him, Sersi,” you let out.

“What made you love him?” she asked gently.

You didn’t have to think hard about it. “I’ve loved him from the moment we woke up here and he met my eye,” you said calmly. You meant it.

“Does he know?” Sersi quipped.

“Of course, he does,” you replied, amused. “It’s Druig. He knows everything that I think, even if I don’t want him to,” you let out a laugh, as did Sersi. You couldn’t believe you’d wasted five thousand years without her in your life; without any of them.

You hadn’t even visited people, hadn’t made yourself known to them. The least you could have sent was a Christmas card every year, but something had always stopped you.

Not your pride, or your ego—but the inherent feeling that, perhaps, they wouldn’t like you now that you’d grown.

You were still learning, despite your age.

A clatter sounded from the control room, alerting you and Sersi to move immediately. The two of you rushed back to your fellow Eternals, just to meet the sight of Makkari on the floor; books and jewels and whatever else had accumulated over the years here on top of her.

She lifted her hands through the debris. “I found the site of Emergence,” she signed. Druig was the first to let out a laugh, stepping forward to help her up.

“Slow down,” he said. She elbowed him in the rib.

“So, are we doing this or not?” Phastos asked, eyes wide.

“Of course, we’re doing this,” Thena said, stepping forward and summoning her blade of gold. You gasped as the sword tip dropped to the floor, hitting the metal with a clang. It’d been years since anyone had seen Thena summon her legendary weapons, mostly from the fast it triggered her Mahd W’yry. But this—she was strong, she was balanced, and she could most definitely slice your arm clean off your body if she wanted to.

Phastos gestured to the warrior. “This doesn’t make me feel safe—”

“Can you make the Uni-mind or not, Phastos?” you asked, interrupting him. He shook of his nerves, turning to you.

“Yes,” he said plainly. “But—I need something from you, Sersi,” he approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “I need the sphere within you that allows you to converse with Arishem. It acts as a link between you and him, so I think it would work as a link between all of us for the Uni-mind,”

Sersi nodded nervously. “Makes sense. Okay, take it,” she said, swallowing down her anxiety. You stepped back towards Druig, holding your breath as Phastos positioned his hands to pry the sphere from her chest.

“Don’t kill her,” Thena said suddenly. Phastos shut his eyes, calming himself down.

“Thank you for that, Thena,” he whispered, before his fingers twitched. They twitched and grabbed at the air before him, as golden strands rushed forward and latched onto the sphere within Sersi. She gasped once, and your entire body lurched.

Druig grabbed your waist swiftly, keeping you upright. He placed his chin on your shoulder, hugging you securely from behind and watching along with you.

Phastos tugged once, and the sphere emerged from Sersi’s collar. You let out a sigh of relief as it hovered in Phastos’ palm, and he immediately set about getting to work.

“Eternals,” Sersi said, after catching her breath. “Suit up,”

You hadn’t donned your armour since you left Babylon, all those years ago. It felt almost circular, when you stepped back into Arishem’s chamber and stood on your podium. Druig smiled at you from across the room, stepping back onto his own podium as well.

You sent him an amused grin, because you knew what he was thinking about, despite not being able to read his mind. You knew he was thinking of the time he woke up and his gaze found yours. You knew it.

Leaning your head back, the golden strands of the Domo wrapped around you softly. They were like paintbrushes, drawing armour onto the canvas that was your body. Your armour was soft hues of purple and black, blending together into a gradient as the armour drooped over your hips. The sleeves were long, your chest plate form fitting, your pauldrons sturdy.

You didn’t don gloves. They would only be a hindrance to your power.

The final piece of your armour— an armband to ensure you were connected to the Uni-mind. You raised your arm and watched the bracelet wrap itself around your wrist.

You stepped off your podium, as did the other Eternals. You were all ready.

Phastos was still busy, shifting parts of the Uni-mind within his hands, when Sersi approached Druig. “Ready?” she asked. Druig raised a finger to her, signalling how he wanted a minute.

You ran a hand down your armour, feeling the familiar curve of how it sat upon your body, before Druig sauntered over to you. You smiled at him knowingly, as his eyes ate you up. They skimmed across your entire frame, taking in your appearance and the obvious difference in your confidence now that you donned your armour.

“A favour,” he said lowly, hovering his arm out before you. “Can you calm me?”

Your gut coiled in surprise. “Really?” you asked. Druig almost laughed.

“There’s a Celestial that I have to put to sleep, you know? Can’t do that with butterflies in my stomach,” you smiled at him, feeling the overwhelming urge to hug him—but there were matters at hand that you couldn’t ignore.

You took in a deep breath, resting your hands on his arm gently. Your fingers sparkled with gold, transferring through Druig’s thick skin until you could feel the Eternal start to relax. He smiled wider, his breathing slowed, he looked content.

“You know, when I said you suppress our emotions, I was wrong,” he whispered, catching your eye. “You don’t suppress them, you make them. You make me feel,” he admitted, before slowly resting his forehead against yours.

This was Druig’s main love language—the subtle intimacy of his forehead upon your own, sharing each other’s breath, feeling the other’s body warmth and closing your eyes—just for a second just until the two of you are connected in mind and body and soul.

“Don’t die,” you whispered, tightening your grip on his arm. “I’ll kill you if you die,” Druig smirked in amusement.

“I’m not going anywhere, now that I’ve got you back,” he reassured you. You swallowed as you pulled away from him, not allowing yourself to cry. You had a planet to save, and so did he. “See you soon,” he said.

You nodded.

And he was gone.

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All Too Well - Chapter 2.5

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After you flee London, there’s only one person who could ever find you.

Sersi goes to Druig to get you back for good.

A small chapter from the point of view of your fellow Eternals, during the three days after you leave London and go to New York City.

Word Count - 2.4k

Chapter 2.5

“Shit,” Sersi muttered to herself, upon entering into your utterly barren apartment. “She fled,” she explained to Sprite, who entered through the doorway, circular sunglasses on her nose. The young Eternal slotted them down, so her eyes could peer over the darkened lenses.

“Are we surprised?” she asked.

Sersi let out a sigh, before turning to the doorway. Ikaris leaned against the frame, arms crossed. He shrugged. “I’m not surprised,” he admitted. “Five thousand years of freedom after what happened in Babylon... it’s a no brainer why she’d want to be left alone,”

“I really wanted to... I don’t know... properly apologise,” Sersi let out.

“Then you know who we need to go to,” Sprite said, raising her brows at her. Sersi tilted her head back, placing her hands on her hips.

“Oh, Arishem,” she whispered. “She’s going to kill us,”

“She’ll be too caught up with seeing Druig again to be mad at us,” Ikaris said, amusement on his lips.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Sprite said. “You didn’t see her before. She told me to fuck off, basically,” Ikaris winced.

“Damn,” he muttered.

“Fine,” Sersi said breathlessly. “We’ll get the others first, and then we’ll find him,” she spouted her action plan. Ikaris and Sprite nodded in agreement, before the three of them left your newly abandoned apartment. Little did they know, you were on a plane to New York City already.

The three of them descended the stairs of your apartment building, steering clear of the creaky elevator that was one trip away from snapping.

“Fucks sake—this girl, I swear,” someone muttered from below, stomping up the steps two at a time, until they were before the Eternals. She grimaced, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry,” she apologised, shoving herself to the side and whisking past Sersi to get to your floor. She didn’t even notice that it was a face she knew.

Sersi stopped abruptly, looking back at Heidi. She was obviously in disarray, sweating profusely from climbing the six flights of stairs beneath them.

“Hey!” Heidi banged her fists on the door to your empty apartment. “You can’t just send me shit like this,” she yelled, lifting her phone to the door and using it as a small battering ram. “I swear, if this is some elaborate prank, I’ll fucking kill you—,”

“She’s not there, Heidi” Sersi said suddenly, swallowing down her anxiety. “She’s moved away,”

Heidi turned to her, eyes wide, on the brink of tears. “Sersi?” she asked, finally noticing her work colleague. “What—what do you mean? We saw her last night,” she said, donning a confused smile. It was a smile of shock. “I thought you just met her?” Heidi quipped. “Why are you here?”

Ikaris carried a tray of coffees back to their small Costa table, a permanently awkward expression stamped on his face. Heidi was sobbing in the coffee shop, blowing her nose wildly with Costa napkins and asking every question in the book.

“What the fuck is an Eternal? Why wouldn’t she tell me this herself—she’s just gone!” Heidi cried. Sersi grimaced, passing her another napkin. Sprite frowned as she shoved an entire wad of used ones on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Sersi said. “It can be... difficult to tell people. And us appearing after so long must have scared her,” Heidi nodded in understanding.

Sprite picked up Heidi’s phone. “Still though, this text does sound pretty... suicidal,” Ikaris coughed abruptly, kicking his foot into Sprite’s shin. She let out a yelp, dropping the phone. “Sorry,” she said, rubbing her leg, annoyed.

“I mean, you’re right,” Heidi agreed, letting out a huff. She was beginning to calm down. “She was always different. Didn’t know how to use her phone, but knew so much shit about the ways of the land. She was like a grandmother, or something,”

“Try eight thousand years old,” Sprite muttered.

“I really did think she’d done something stupid. I couldn’t feel my fingers after reading her message, and then she wouldn’t pick up her phone at all,” Heidi recalled. “I’m just glad... that she’s not dead,”

Sersi smiled sadly, reaching out to grab Heidi’s hand. “When we see her again, I’ll tell her about you,” she promised. Heidi nodded in thanks.

“I don’t care that she’s an immortal being with weird, emotional powers,” Heidi let out. “She’s been my best friend for almost three years. That’s all I care about,”

“Seems to me like she’s left a really great friend,” Ikaris said, as the three of them walked out of the café.

“I know it’s been years, but it’s still jarring to see her act this way. She used to be so...” Sprite began, trying to find the right words.

“Soft. Kind. Happy?” Ikaris suggested. “I think five thousand years holding a grudge would make anyone feel the opposite,” he admitted.

“We’ll find her, it’s okay,” Sersi said. “But, let’s focus on Kingo first,”

Two days later, sat around Gilgamesh’s and Thena’s table in Australia, Kingo sipped at mead from a large tankard. Sersi was sat in silence—they’d just learned the truth of the Emergence. The truth of Arishem placing them on Earth.

“And you’re sure it’s still a good idea to go to Druig about her?” Kingo quipped.

“You’re really thinking about that after what we know, now?” Phastos replied with furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” Kingo said clearly. “I don’t think you guys remember the look on her face when he left,”

“And the look on his when she refused him,” Ikaris said, skimming his fingers over his knuckles.

“She didn’t even like hearing his name when we found her in London at first,” Sprite added.

“I know,” Sersi said softly. “But we need her. And to get her, we need Druig. We need them both,”

“It’s a good thing they both love the humans,” Thena said lowly, playing with her food with subtle boredom. “That’s the only thing they ever had in common,”

“No, no, they had each other in common as well,” Phastos said, smiling suddenly. “I will admit that I miss seeing them together. Druig being, well, Druig, and her utterly melting while trying to hide it from everyone,”

“And failing,” Kingo interjected. “They were cute, even I’ll admit that,”

“I don’t think they’ll be cute when they see each other again,” Ikaris said grimly.

“We can only hope they don’t try to kill each other,” Sersi said, breaking through their subtle smiles. “Time will tell,”

After the evening in Australia, the Eternals had never been so quiet. They walked gently through the rainforest, ears and eyes on full alert as they approached Druig’s settlement. Sersi thought that he’d be able to sense their arrival—he was capable of reading minds from miles away, or if he had someone specific to locate.

That’s why they needed him to find you, but it wasn’t just about his power to locate you anywhere on Earth—it was because it was him.

You’d already refused Sprite and Sersi; but everyone knew you wouldn’t refuse Druig, no matter how much bad blood was between you.

At the first site of a human, Sprite put back on her usual confidence. She approached the closest human and spoke in Spanish. “Hey, have you seen Druig?”

“Who are you?” he replied, stopping what he was doing. Other humans in the small allotment also stopped what they were doing. It was probably rare that they had visitors.

“Old friends... from college,” Sprite replied. The man was about to reply, when suddenly his face went blank. His eyes widened, and his irises turned a glowing shade of gold. Sprite took one step back, her fellow Eternals stopping and witnessing this change.

“Hello, Sprite,” the man said in English, before the creak of doors opening alerted everyone to his presence.

Druig stepped into the clearing, robes flowing in the wind, hands in his pockets. His smile was one that everyone had seen before; cocky, and the smallest bit threatening, even if he didn’t intent it to be.

But everyone knew—he meant it to be this time.

“It’s not every day the Eternals come knocking on my door after thousands of years,” he said, approaching his family. “Why the hell are you here?” he said with a smile.

“Ajak is dead,” Ikaris said quickly, just to get it out in the open. Druig’s face dropped. He invited them inside.

Sersi explained. The link to Arishem, Ajak’s death, what she’d learned from the Celestial and how everything had been a lie. She explained London, meeting you again, then finding out you fled the day after.

Druig sat in silence the entire time, leaned against a stage in the central building of his settlement. All Eternals were quiet and still as she explained; Thena stroked the scaly back of a bearded dragon in peace; Phastos shifted uncomfortably and clutched his fingers from anxiety; Kingo sat beside Karun, who clutched a camera in shaking hands.

“You’re telling me... we have two days until this entire world is destroyed?” Druig said, after Sersi was finished.

“Yes, and we need your help,” she urged. Druig slumped down on a bench.

“Forgive me if I’m not so productive after hearing such news,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Druig,” Sersi said, softer this time. She approached him and crouched to the ground. “I know you know where she is,” Druig stood abruptly, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.

“I’ve just found out my entire existence is a lie,” he began, strolling through the pews. “That these humans have dug themselves a grave, despite the years we’ve spent on securing their safety,” he approached Kingo and Karun, a devious glint in his eyes. “And now you want me to locate someone I haven’t seen in five thousand years, who most definitely does not want to see my mug ever again?”

It was a rhetorical question. No one answered it.

Suddenly, Druig’s eyes gleamed golden. He stared right at Karun, and Kingo’s valet slumped as his own eyes mimicked the Eternals’. Druig smiled, and with that Karun threw the camera in his hands against the wall.

“Leave Karun out of this,” Kingo said sternly, standing suddenly and facing down Druig. Druig let the human free, sadistic smile on his jaw.

He let out a guttural laugh, before walking towards the doorframe. He leaned against it, his mind reeling and racing with thoughts. It was you—Arishem, it had been five thousand years since he’d seen you—but this was not the first time he’d located you.

The first time had been five hundred years after leaving. He hadn’t tried it, not since Babylon, but locating you then had felt like a breath of fresh air. From his position so far away, he knew you wouldn’t feel his presence; you used to be able to without fail, knowing it was him from a mile away and never being stunned to find him stood behind you.

He’d found you in the Roman Empire then, playing with children, painting pottery, enjoying the luscious parties of Odysseus and his counterparts.

The second time, he’d found you in Asia, exploring India, China and Vietnam.

The third time, he hadn’t meant to find you. It’d been over two thousand years since he’d even thought of you, before he was awoken by your presence. He found you, travelling through South America—you were in Brazil, a mere one hundred miles from him and his settlement.

Your time here was short, and Druig had always wondered why. Could you sense him, the way he sensed you? Did you flee after the image of his face popped into your head after so long?

“How is she?” Druig said softly, swallowing down a funny feeling in his gut. It wasn’t nostalgia, it wasn’t shock, it was sadness. A sadness he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for five thousand years.

Sersi breathed out. “Angry,”

Druig laughed once. “That’s unsurprising. She was always capable of more than all of you cared to understand,”

“She looks... grown,” Sprite spoke up. “I know we can’t physically age, but she looks ten years older. She felt wiser,”

Druig nodded once, turning back to his family. They were waiting patiently, holding onto his every word. Without him, they wouldn’t be able to find you—nor keep you. He knew that now. You’d turned away from Sersi and Sprite.

But he was different. Druig was different. He still plagued you the way that a lost lover would occasionally appear in the back of a married woman’s mind when she’s being treated badly.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?” he asked, licking his lips.

“You know better than all of us that she’s been waiting for the chance to yell at you—for a long time,” Phastos said, smiling sadly. Druig let out a huff in agreement.

“That’s true,” Druig replied, scuffing his feet.

“So, will you find her?” Sersi asked, clutching her hands together as if she were praying.

Druig let out a long breath. “Already have,” he admitted. All the Eternals turned to look at him immediately, brows perked, faces flush with embarrassment or amazement or looks of understanding that could only translate to one thing—

You still think about her. You still want her.

“She’s in New York City, landed three days ago. She’s on her way to Times Square as we speak,”

Sersi smiled.

Arishem, he’s just a boy. Her boy. He always has been and always will be.

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All Too Well - Chapter Seven

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

Word Count - 3.4k

Chapter Seven

You woke at 4am and immediately knew you wouldn’t get back to sleep. Your brain was wide awake, your limbs buzzing with anxious energy for what lay ahead. It was useless to even try and close your eyes, not when everyone would be up at dawn anyway.

You left the recluse of the bunks at the compound, wrapped in an oversized dressing gown that some villagers had gifted yourself and the others, and left with bare feet. You didn’t care—you used to stroll around with no shoes for years, feeling the sand and stone beneath your feet. It made you feel more connected to things.

The rainforest was warm, even at night. Peering at the calm and sleeping humans, listening to the subtle trickle of bird song and the way the sun began to cascade upon the horizon, you knew why Druig had chosen to settle here.

It was soft. It was welcoming. It was cut off from the rest of the world.

His own little sanctuary—his own little paradise.

Druig had always valued the humans. He lived to protect them, to show them the way, to be someone they could confide in. As much as all of you had issues with their flaws, there was something beautiful about their failures.

Despite Phastos giving up on them long before, he was still here; willing to help just to save his husband and son. Sersi had found love in Dane, Kingo had found stardom in India, as well as someone to trust in Karun.

You’d found Heidi, you’d found warmth and enjoyment in their conversations, their ideals, their humour. Humans were far from perfect, but that’s what made them unique to you and the other Eternals. They weren’t manufactured; they’d grown.

You made your way to the central building, where you knew you’d be able to make yourself a cup of coffee. At this time, you were trying everything to be as quiet as possible. Noise travelled easily through the clearing. With every clang you sucked in a deep breath, cursing at yourself to shut the fuck up.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he said from behind you. You immediately dropped your mug on the floor, clamping your eyes shut as it clattered upon the floorboards, your coffee already soaking into the wood.

“No,” you replied, as the mug slowly rolled over to Druig at the opposite end of the hall. “And now I’ve just woken up half the camp,”

Druig bent down and picked up the mug, smirking as he made his way over to you at the end table. Your back was turned to him, somehow stuck in place despite there being no bad blood between you two, anymore.

After the festivities of the night before, your heart was still firmly stuck in your gut. It pumped blood around your body agonisingly, as your anxiety ate up your remaining cool. He’d been so smooth, so forward.

You’d indulged, there was no question about that. But what you hadn’t expected was Druig to reciprocate.

It’s Druig. He likes to flirt.

“If it helps you sleep at night, keep telling yourself that,” he let out, reading your mind effortlessly and sidling up to you. He placed the mug on the table before you. “Or not sleep,”

You sent him a disapproving smile, pouring yourself another coffee as a comfortable silence sat between the two of you. “Did you ever find anyone?” you asked lowly. Druig’s face softened, as he began preparing himself a mug too.

“No one serious,” he admitted. “Did you?”

“You already know the answer to that,” you replied bluntly. He smiled to himself, but there was sadness laced within.

“Humans weren’t made for us,”

“No,” you agreed. “We were made for them,”

“Not for affections. Not for anything long lasting,”

“Sersi found someone,” you hit back with, strolling away from the table, content. You sipped on your coffee. “He’s a good man,”

“His world might cease to exist tomorrow,” Druig said morbidly. “I know you hate to admit it, but you know they’re expendable,”

You frowned to yourself, scuffing your feet on the floorboards. He was right—he rarely wasn’t—but hearing it out loud was a punch to the gut.

“We can save them though,” Druig said, walking up behind you. “I want to,”

“I do, too,” you agreed, turning to face him. The two of you stood close, cups of coffee in your hands and warm steam surrounding your faces. Over the past day, you’d found yourself internally pinching yourself at the fact you were really here. With him, with them all.

“If we save them, it means...” his voice trailed off, as his eyes skimmed the soft curves of your face, still not fully awoken from your short-lived sleep. “I get to see more of you,”

You sucked in a breath, holding it within your lungs until you almost felt like you’d faint.

“If that’s what you want, obviously,” he added, swerving around you and heading to the door. He sipped at his coffee as he leaned against the doorframe, overseeing the small community that he’d created.

You huffed to yourself, finally releasing your pent-up breath. You turned to him, but didn’t move any closer. “Of course, I want that, Druig,” you whispered.

“We could go back and forth,” he continued. “I could visit for the holidays. We could see the tree at Rockefeller centre, and then travel back here to get the sunshine,” you let out a laugh when you knew he wasn’t being serious.

“I’ll bake the gingerbread,” you added, strolling slowly to him at the door. “You make the eggnog,” you leaned against the other side of the doorframe.

“You think I’m joking?” he asked suddenly, turning to face you.

“You sound like every human on this planet,” you breathed out.

“And what’s wrong with that?” he whispered. You tensed when he suddenly stood before you, looming over you with that boyish smile that had always got to you, thousands of years before. “We already look like them, why not act like them for a change?”

As much as you wanted to continue this play pretend, to think of the times yourself and Druig could have when this was all over, you wouldn’t let yourself think that far ahead. Within the space of a day, you’d lost two members of your family and held the weight of an entire planet on your shoulders.

You couldn’t hold onto this hope with Druig, as well.

Because if you didn’t get it, your mechanical heart would break in two.

“Let’s stop the Emergence first,” you whispered back, gluing your stare to his eyes. They were deep, a never-ending series of tunnels like Daedalus’ infamous Labyrinth; but you knew how to navigate them. You always had.

Slowly, you curled your fingers around the laces of his tunic, just to have something to fiddle with, but also to be as close to him as possible without utterly falling into his grasp. “Then, we can talk about our Christmas plans,”

Druig’s smile was one that he reserved solely for you. It took up his entire face to the point where his eyes almost shut. It was one of the things you loved most about him, when he wasn’t being a cocky bastard the other ninety percent of the time.

“Deal,”

He meant it, you could see it in his eyes. You stored his look away in your mind then and there, saving it for a later time. A time where you didn’t have the looming morbidity of Earth on your shoulders.

Sprite teleported all of you to Iraq a few hours later.

Druig had changed from his settlement clothes, donning Aviator sunglasses and a leather jacket. You kept your comments to yourself, but he knew what you thought of his look. Only him. He smiled at you then, as the sun drenched over him while Phastos got to work on locating the Domo.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” he said out loud, cutting through the silence. Sersi smiled at Thena knowingly.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets, sending him an eye roll, before you approached Phastos. “Found it?” you questioned.

“Just about,” he said, before his hands whizzed into motion. You could get lost in Phastos’ power so easily, watching the way his skilful hands worked and whirred and brought to life another invention before your very eyes.

The ground beneath your feet began to shake as he located the ship, below centuries of sedimentary rock. You all gawked as the Domo rose from the ground, sand slipping to the ground and cropping up dust.

“Honey, we’re home!” Kingo yelled, turning to a shocked Karun, shakily holding a camera in his hands.

The nine of you made your way into the ship, rounding darkened corridors and navigating the lost hallways of the Domo. Karun stayed before Kingo the entire time, leeching off of his every word for the camera.

“This is where we, the almighty Eternals, lived in the early days of Earth. These walls have seen things that you cannot imagine—,” Kingo was cut off when Sprite jumped in front of the camera.

“Yeah, such crazy things. Like the beginnings of the thick sexual tension between Sersi and Ikaris seven thousand years ago,”

“Sprite,” Ikaris said in warning. Sersi only chuckled.

“And the blossoms of a crush forming between Druig and—,” you rushed forward and clamped your hand over her mouth, holding her in place. You smiled at the camera, flushed.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She has Mahd W’yry—,” she wriggled out of your grasp.

“That went for centuries unsaid, until she saw Druig bathing in a hot spring in Mesopotamia,” you rushed forward to grab her, but she disappeared into thin air and evaded your capture.

“Sprite!” you screamed, before noticing the camera in your face once more. You smiled awkwardly. “Excuse me, Karun. I have an Eternal to kill,” you rounded the camera, headed further down the corridor.

“She’s not worth it,” Ikaris joked.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Druig chimed in, prompting your stomach to summersault. “I’d fall in love with me, too,”

“Make that two Eternals that I have to kill today,” you yelled back at him. He let out a huff as you turned the corner, entering into the control room. You stopped abruptly, looking at the state it was in.

Centuries worth of clutter, old books and jewels littered the floor. “Arishem, forbid,” you whispered.

In the centre sat a throne. Sat within it, skimming through a book at lightspeed—

“Makkari,” you let out. Her name on your tongue sounded like a breath of fresh air. She turned to you, smiling like the sun. The others joined you soon after, all with similar smiles on their faces at seeing her once more.

“Time to go home?” Makkari signed. You were the first to frown.

Telling her was worse than when you’d found out yourself.

“It was all a lie,” she signed, her eyes glassy. She was in shock. Druig approached her warmly, offering her support.

“We can stop it though,” Sersi spoke up. “Together,” she added, fuelling all of you to smile, no matter how small.

“Together,” Druig repeated, smiling at Makkari softly. You’d always indulged in seeing the way he and her teased each other. On one occasion, back in Babylon, you found yourself feeling jealous at their exchanges—

But you’d been stupid. You’d been young.

“My beautiful, beautiful, Makkari,” he said lowly, prompting her to smile as wide as was possible. You were the first to laugh at them fondly. “Did you miss me?” Druig signed. Makkari smacked him disapprovingly.

“God, how can you stand it?” Kingo rolled his eyes, standing by your shoulder.

“They make me smile. It’s a welcomed change,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Not them, I mean how can you stand it when it’s you on the receiving end of his behaviour,” his smile showed that he was acting childishly. You sent a swift elbow to Kingo’s rib; he laughed as he stumbled back.

“Butt out,” you said sternly, but he could tell you were joking.

“Alright, people,” Phastos said, shaking out his limbs. “Here’s what we’re gonna do—,”

You all listened intently to Phastos’ idea for stopping the Emergence. His plan; to work together to take down the Celestial and stop Tiamut emerging; to do this? Druig would put the bastard to sleep, channelling the power of his fellow Eternals with something he liked to call a Uni-mind.

“Ew. You’re telling me I have to connect to Druig on a personal level?” Kingo chimed in.

“Now, now, Kingo. Don’t act like you won’t love it,” Druig hit back with, chewing on a hundred-year-old Twinkie from Makkari’s hoard.

Ikaris stood abruptly, a frown on his face. You uncrossed your arms, noticing his anxious energy. “Ikaris, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said, nodding once, before he left the main room. You looked around the room, following everyone’s eyeline until you met Kingo. He shrugged once, following after Ikaris immediately.

“I think it’s a great idea, Phastos,” Sersi said. “Can you do it, Druig?” she asked, as those remaining came together into the centre of the room.

“I think so,” he said, looking at you quickly. “With all of your help,” he nodded. You nodded back, not able to stop yourself from smiling.

“I’ll get designing,” Phastos said, before all of you scattered to separate parts of the ship. Kingo and Ikaris still hadn’t returned, when Sersi and Thena strolled off to the opposite side of the ship. You could feel Sersi’s emotions; she was scared. Ajak chose her over all else to continue her legacy; it was a lot to have on her shoulders.

“Hey,” Druig approached you, hands in his pockets. “Walk with me?”

You strolled around the ship with Druig, not hand in hand, despite the immense want to take hold of his fingers. You cut yourself off from his mind, too afraid that he’d take one look and know everything that you felt. You didn’t want him to know that you were frightened.

“This was the old dormitory corridor, wasn’t it?” he spoke softly, approaching the first door to the left of the lonely hallway. There were etchings on the doors—his fingers traced them. “This was Ajak’s,” he confirmed.

You approached the room opposite Ajak’s. “This was Ikaris’,” you let out, fluttering your fingers over his name.

Druig shot a playful look at you, before he rushed off to check the rest of the doors. He ticked off each name—“Phastos, Thena, Gil, Sersi...”—until he got to the room he’d wanted.

“Yours,” he said, slowing himself down. You perked your brows at him, as his hand wrapped around the door handle impatiently. “I’ve always wanted to see your room,”

“You saw my rooms on Earth,” you commented, strolling towards him.

“When you eventually allowed yourself to sleep off the Domo,” Druig added. “You were like a cockroach on the floor of this ship, stuck in place,” you let out a chuckle, raising your hand to trace over your own name before you.

“I liked it here,” was all you said. It made Druig back off infinitely, just from the small trickle of your mind he managed to read as quick as day.

You could have told him that you preferred the Domo back then because it was quiet. It was dark, it was peaceful, away from your other battle obsessed Eternals who never seemed to count on you for anything. Being an emotion manipulator was always a double-edged sword—

You could help them, ease them, be there for them, but there was always fear in the back of their minds, no matter how hard you tried to show them you were kind. Inherently, they’d all been the tiniest bit afraid of what would happen if you betrayed them; changed their chemical make-up, destroyed their personalities, turned them into something else.

It was for the same reason you’d all been afraid of Druig; not a lot, just enough to place a nagging paranoia within your minds, afraid that he’d take them over or know their darkest secrets.

Except—he’d done it to you. Just to you.

You pushed the door open slowly, sucking in a breath when your gaze hit the far wall and light trickled into the room, after centuries of darkness. A map of Pangea took up most of the far wall, surrounded by small etchings and sketches. You’d used to draw all the time. It was a good outlet.

Druig peered around the room, skimming through your trinkets and flipping through notebooks. He let out a breathy chuckle. “Wow,” he said softly. You turned to him, strolling behind him and peering over his shoulder.

He was flicking through the pages of a sketch book; the page landed on a pencil drawing of him. You gulped away your anxiety and bit back your embarrassment. “I liked drawing imperfect things,” you said, ignoring the smirk on his face.

“You were good at it, too,” he replied, straying away from the reply you thought he’d give.

Imperfect? Really?

You rounded him, until you could grab the sketchbook from his fingers. You raised it next to your face, slamming it shut. “That’s private,” you said, an amused smile on your lips.

Druig leaned in close, until your noses were almost touching. “I don’t recall ever giving permission for you to draw me,” he whispered. You almost shivered as his breath trickled over your cheek.

“If drawing you is the worst thing I’ve ever done to you, then so be it,” you meant it to be light-hearted, but Druig’s face dropped. You didn’t need to be a mind-reader like him to know what he was thinking about. You shut your eyes sadly. “I didn’t mean it that way,”

“I know,” he said, before his forehead gently touched your own. “To this day, I still don’t know what possessed me to try and force you to come with me,” he whispered. “I’ve spent thousands of years recalling it. I still feel sick to my stomach,”

“Shhh,” you urged him, swallowing down your sadness. “You’ve apologised enough for the last five thousand years, Druig,”

“Have I?” he asked suddenly, pulling away. “I don’t think so,”

“Why do you think that?” you chided.

“Because I read what’s in your mind,” he said plainly. “I try and stop myself, but I can’t. Your mind overflows. It’s full to the brim,” you were glued to his eyes. “I’m doing it right now,” he let out, almost choking on his words. “You’re scared they all still think of you as what you were back then, don’t you? That they never truly understood you—,”

“Druig—,” you stuttered, your heart dropping into your gut.

“That they never loved you—,”

“Stop it!” you yelled, pushing him away from you suddenly. Druig sniffed, upset.

“We’ve always loved you. I’ve always loved you. I never fucking stopped,” he said, desperation laced within his words. Druig was the opposite of a desperate person, yet you’d heard him speak this way twice in the past three days.

Before then, you’d only heard him sound desperate on one occasion—

When he’d asked you to come with him, five thousand years before.

You fought against tears. “I never stopped, either,” you whispered. Druig’s face softened, his eyes glassy. He sucked in a deep breath, then broke into a fast-paced walk in your direction.

You stayed put, tense but telling yourself to stay still. You’d seen that look in his eye before—determination; he’d made his mind up. With every step he took, your heartbeat accelerated by a beat.

He was so close, almost to the point of bombarding into you, when he raised his hands and aimed for your neck. You closed your eyes, waiting for his lisp to hit yours—

“Ikaris!” Sprite yelled, her voice travelling through the entire Domo. Druig stopped immediately, you rose from your slouched spot. His palms still cradled your face when he spoke.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he whispered. You swallowed, bringing your hands to his wrists. You curled your fingers around them, pulling his hands away from your face.

“Me too,” you agreed. And just like that, the moment had drastically shifted. Druig nodded, and you nodded in return.

Silently agreeing, the two of you rushed for your old dormitory, headed back the control room.

Arishem, what else can go wrong?

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