#ikaris x sersi fanfic

[welldonebeca]

Apex Predator (I)

Summary: Ajak tells Ikaris it is in Arishem’s plans to make their team more than just a group or a family, but a pack. As their Alpha, it is their place to guide his Omegas. Aka: Alpha Ikaris fucks every woman in the group (except for Sprite). Warnings: Prey play. Semi-public sex. Smut. Dirty talking. Alpha/Omega. Rough sex. WC: 1.5k words Pairing: Ikaris x Sersi

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Ikaris measured his movements, floating above the ground to keep himself from making any noise.

Sersi was in a playful mood today. One minute, they were kissing on the side of the mountain and the next she used her powers to slide away and fuse Ikaris’ feet into the rock.

He easily freed himself, but now he had a giggly Omega to look for

It was a strangely entertaining foreplay, chasing his Omega when she wanted to play.

But it was adorable.

She was always adorable.

He stopped when he heard some pebbles, and backed away a little.

"Sersi!” he called around, trying to appease her. “If you come out now, I won't punish you too bad."

It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know.

His eyes caught a gush of black hair, and he raced towards it, running on his feet a nearly slamming against a rock when it formed right in front of him.

"Sersi!" he growled, easily going over it.

"It wouldn't be fun if I made it easy," she teased him in giggles, still a good distance away.

He tried to act mad, but hearing her laugh just made him smile.

Still, he made a flight dash towards her, but his lover was smart - and a little dumb too - jumping off the mountainside to escape his grasp

Ikaris gasped, and quickly manoeuvred his direction down to catch her before she met the ground, grabbing Sersi mid-air, and she giggled as she grabbed his shoulders.

“Are you insane, woman?” he squeezed her close to him. “You could have hurt yourself!”

He landed at a safer place, and she put her feet on the ground, smiling at him.

"I knew you would catch me, love,"

Ikaris sighed. That woman would be the death of him.

"Now that you’ve caught me, almighty eternal, what will you do with me?" she purred, moving her fingers over the details of his armour.

He was still in it, looking like what his Omega called ‘mighty eternal’, but Sersi had adhered to the fashions of these lands, looking beautiful in her flowy green dress, with nothing underneath.

Ikaris leant against the rock, looking at her from head to toe.

“First I have to punish you for running,” he remarked, licking his lips.

She slithered in his direction, slowly and teasingly.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

Ikaris grabbed her and turned her around, bending Sersi forward, flipping her dress up and exposing her round ass.

It was her favourite punishment, his hand smacking her pretty butt. It always made her wonderfully wet and needy.

When he descended his hand on her ass, slapping her meaty skin, she gasped loudly and moaned right after.

“Hold steady,” he instructed, adjusting her hips when she tried to run from his smacks. “We don’t want you to fall again.”

“You shouldn’t smack so hard, then,” she pouted, throwing him a cheeky look over her shoulder.

Ikaris rolled his eyes, sending two harsh smacks in succession against her ass, and she yelped.

“Stop running from it, naughty omega,” he growled, holding her hips in place with his free hand.

She pouted.

“Oh, I am?” she cooed. “What should you do about it, Alpha?”

Sersi was always so curious about humans and their cultures, including their gender-specific roles. Ikaris didn’t really care, it meant no difference to him, especially considering the Eternals were all cut from the same cloth anyway. Alphas, Omegas, Betas… it only made any difference for humans.

But Sersi was fascinated, and as they experimented more with their dynamic, it turned out Ikaris liked controlling and Sersi loved being controlled.

A prime Alpha and Omega pair, some may say.

He pulled her up against his chest, and wrapped his hand around her neck, keeping her in place as he put his lips against her ear.

“I’ll be forced to fuck that attitude out of you,” he promised.

Oh, how she would love that.

She moaned loudly at that promise and Ikaris changed her posture, turning her to the side, and ripped her dress, still holding her by the neck as he continued to spank her, lips glued to her ear as he finally managed to keep her in place.

“I know you’d love that, for me to fuck you until you can’t stand,” he slapped her more, the sound of his skin against hers echoing through the empty air. “Walking around dazed after my knot spread you out good, dripping with my cum.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “A god’s seed inside of me.”

Ikaris hummed along. Sersi was very aware of how human women looked at him, wanting such a strong Alpha to fill them and even wanting him to do it - to fuck them, fill them with his seed.

Too bad he already belonged to another.

“Do you deserve it, though, little omega?” he bit her earlobe. “My giant cock stuffed inside your little pussy?”

He slapped her one last time and took his hand to her cunt, touching her drenched folds.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Ikaris. Alpha, please-”

What if he…

“Please,” she whined again. “Al-”

Halfway through her word, he smacked her cunt with a big hand, and Sersi yelped.

“Ikaris!”

He stopped, frozen, fearing he might have hurt her, but Sersi just moaned and pressed her hips further out in display, trying to rub herself on his hand, and he smacked her again, feeling her wetness covering his hand a little.

“Like this?” he hissed into her ear.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, again. More.”

He slapped her cunt more and more, getting his fingers covered in her slick.

Ikaris wanted to keep smacking her cunt, maybe even see her cum, but his desires were too great, so he undid part of his suit, letting his hard cock and balls out.

He could’ve easily removed his suit, but he liked to keep it partially on. It made him feel more like a powerful eternal, like… an Alpha, maybe.

He turned her around, and she raised her ass to rub against him, and Ikaris lifted her up, holding her body up with a hand around her waist while keeping a firm grasp around her neck.

“Feel how ready my cock is for you, omega?” he asked, rubbing himself against her slit.

He was so big compared to her.

Ikaris remembered being afraid on their first time together, thinking he was going to split her in her half, but it was like Arishem had made her just for him.

She tried to move, to catch his cock, but Ikaris squeezed her neck in a warning.

“You’ll get it once I decide,” he warned her. “Or maybe I’ll just cum on your body and leave you here. If you don’t behave, I might.”

She whined, but stopped.

Still, she spread her legs, and he rubbed his cock against her wet cunt, taking some of her slick before finally sliding inside her, and she gasped.

“Ikaris,” she whined.

She was so wet, so damn welcoming.

“So tight, Omega,” he hissed into her ear. “So open for my cock.”

Ikaris slowly sunk into her, and both sighed when he finally filled her up.

A perfect union, as always.

“Please,” she whined, cunt squeezing his cock tightly.

He quickly moved to thrust into her as she dug her nails into his arms, moaning and crying softly.

"I want your knot," she moaned.

Oh, and why would he deny her that?

"You do, uh?" he felt his knot starting to swell. "Want me to fill you up with my seed and make sure nothing gets out? So your body has no choice but to let me breed you."

Sersi cried out, cunt fluttering around his cock as she came, just from having him inside her.

He growled at the tight squeeze, and turned her face with the hand he had on her neck, kissing her deeply, and she moved her hand back to caress his hair, moaning into his lips.

He could feel himself getting close, with his knot already struggling to move out of her cunt.

"I love you, Sersi," he panted into her lips.

"I love you too, Ikaris," she moaned.

He moaned as he locked himself inside her, spilling his seed as he held her tight.

They held each other closely, and she took his hand to kiss, gentle and affectionate as he held her close.

"I wish it was possible," Sersi whispered.

Ikaris sighed and kissed her cheek, and felt her tears touching his skin right over his skin and he did.

"We only need each other," he reminded her. "We only need each other. It's Arishem's will."

She didn't say anything, but he could feel her sadness, and the two stood together until his knot deflated, and the two started to redress and head back home.

He was just helping her look presentable when he let his gaze fall around the place, and Ikaris froze when his eyes connected with Ajak's. She was standing on the bottom of the cliff, watching them.

How long had she been there? Had she seen everything?

"I don't think there is any chance of saving this dress, Ikaris," Sersi giggled, getting his eyes back on her. "I'll just put on my suit."

He tried to smile at her, and looked back at Ajak, but she was already gone.

"Something wrong, love?" Sersi asked.

Ikaris let his eyes linger for a moment, but cleared his throat and stood straighter.

"No," he lied, at last. "It's nothing."

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[averagebookfiend]

Ok y'all, hear me out. Ikaris x BLACK!FEM!OC. Huh?huh?

I'm loving this idea. (It's not very original) but im not seeing it anywhere. So you know what?

I think it's high time I get back to writing..( y'all never see any of my work cuz I always end up scraping it but amyway...)

I'm thinking I should most def write this. Thoughts?

And if y'all do fund any, can y'all just slide 'em my way..thankss😊

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#5

Once You Forget About Me (druig x eternal!reader)

SYNOPSIS: A continuation of It Feels Like I’ve Known You Forever. You showed your true powers to the Eternals after thousands of years. Now witnessing them, you wondered if you were once an Eternal too. In this action-packed sequel, feel the lost and the warmth of rekindling the love of two perpetually young lovers. REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: angst, reader has mahd wy’ry, MCU Eternals warnings and spoilers, flashbacks are in italics; scene jumps separated with a dash PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternal!Reader WORD COUNT: 5,100 helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

PART ONE

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“Where is Y/N?” Sersi asked, noticing your absence from the group.  They were currently all huddled together in the village after some time apart.  

“I think she’s with Druig,” Sprite replied. “I heard her asking one of the villagers where Druig’s hut was,” 

“Sprite!” Kingo groaned. “Why did you let her go by herself? You know it could trigger her memories,”

“Wh—I was telling the kids a story!” she replied, frowning at Kingo. “We should go up to him and take Y/N away,” Ikaris added, earning a frown from Thena. 

“I don’t think he’s gonna hurt her,” Thena replied. “Even if he does, she’s more powerful than him. She can handle herself,” 

“I should go up there,” Ikaris said. Kingo was getting ready with him but a villager stopped them. 

“I’m sorry but Druig told us not to let anyone near his hut. He told us that he would like to spend a quiet afternoon with Y/N,” they said. “I’m sure Y/N is fine. Druig has never laid a hand on anyone in this village and would never intentionally hurt somebody,” 

Ikaris tightly closed his eyes before nodding. This was what he didn’t want—you and Druig meeting again. It posed too much of a risk for him. Firstly, your memories could be triggered which could result in harm. Secondly, Druig might take his intention a step further. Thirdly, your rekindling romance with the mind controller could delay your mission. The Eternals, unaware of the burden he had to carry, seemed fine after the villager assured them.

“Fine but I will shoot Druig with my finger blasts if he hurts Y/N,” Kingo threatened, making Sprite laugh. 

“Finger blasts?” Sprite asked, chuckling. 

“We should probably let them have the afternoon together. It might be good for the two of them,” Thena said softly. She had a clue of what you felt. What’s an afternoon with Druig going to cost them anyway? 

“Do you think you can read my mind? Or control it?” you asked. You sat in the front of Druig’s hut, legs dangling in the air. Coconut trees and huts surrounded the two of you, the lushness of green providing you peace.  

“Yeah,” he replied. “I haven’t tried to do it to the Eternals but I could do it,” 

“Can you read what I’m thinking right now?” you asked, closing your eyes. “It’s okay you don’t have to be afraid,” you whispered, inching your face closer to his.

Druig’s heart hammered in his chest. Should he do it? It would help him understand you better but is it really worth all the risk? Was he being selfish if he said that he wanted to? That he really wants to get inside your mind and know who you’ve been in the past thousand of years? With a shaky voice, Druig replied. 

“I-I can’t,” he said. You opened your eyes and he watched as your eyelashes flutter, wishing he could somehow remember the way your pupils moved as it adjusted to the light. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t be doing that,”

“No! It’s my fault, actually,” Druig replied nervously. ”Please don’t worry about me, darling. I simply overestimated my power,” he lied. 

The truth was, on top of triggering your memories, he was also scared of knowing the truth. Do you still love him the way he loves you? Do you still burn for him the way he burns for you? Every nerve in his body was telling him to travel inside your mind but he had to restrain himself. He had no shame in admitting to himself that he was scared. The people of the village might as well crucify him and shame him for it. He didn’t care. He loves you.

“Druig, do you know what’s so great about being an Eternal?” you asked him. You were at the edge of the world, looking at the expanse of the blue sea and he hummed. 

“It’s the fact that I get to love you for as long as I shall live,” you added. “But now that my curse caught up to me, just remember that I will still love you. If you feel alone, think of my love for you. I hope you cherish it. I hope my love sustains you as your love sustains me,” 

Druig, with the sea forgotten, stared at you. 

“I don’t think I would ever know what to do if you’re not with me,” he replied. “But I will cherish that love and nurture it. Once you forget about me tomorrow, please never forget the insurmountable love that I have for you. You don’t have to remember me at all but please, remember my love,” 

“I’m glad,” you said softly, tears in your eyes. “I hope you remember this day forever because I promise to give you flowers when our paths cross again,” 

That was the conversation you shared with him before you lost your memories. He felt ashamed. Of course, you still love him. Who was he to doubt the love that sustained him all these years? You gave him flowers the first time you met again as promised. Wasn’t that enough to satisfy his greed? 

“Are you alright?” you asked him, snapping him out of his trance. Druig blinked to clear the cloudiness in his eyes. 

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#4

It Feels Like I’ve Known You Forever (Druig x Eternal!Reader)

SYNOPSIS: You were an Eternal blessed with the power of telekinesis and cursed with Mahd Wy’ry. You chose to forget about your life to heal, thus forgetting the life you shared with Druig. However, due to the recurrence of Deviants, you had to leave the life you know and meet your family once again. REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: angst, reader has mahd wy’ry, MCU Eternals warnings and spoilers, flashbacks are in italics PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternal!Reader WORD COUNT: 5,400 helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs This is a multi-part series. If you want to be notified when the parts come out, fill up my taglist. Thank you!

“Kingo?” you called for your friend. He’s been your friend for the longest time and like you, Kingo lived forever. You didn’t know why he was the same but life with Kingo was all you knew. He has taught you how to control your powers and has been your greatest friend in the world. When you first met, you had nothing but your name. All you remembered back then was that you lived in a hut in some abandoned village. There was no life, no traces of anything but fire and chaos. You have been under his wing ever since. 

When you saw him, you saw new faces talking to him. Kingo stilled for a moment before smiling at you. 

“Y/N! Come meet my friends from college,” Kingo lied. You tilted your head but went along with it. Something in Kingo’s eyes said that he was going to tell you where they’re from. You had a clue, though. They were probably the same as him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you greeted while walking towards them. “It’s nice to meet all of you,” 

“Y/N, this is Sersi,” Kingo pointed to a raven-haired girl and then to someone younger, “Sprite and of course, Ikaris,” 

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Sersi greeted, opening her arms to envelope you in a hug. You might have been mistaken but you were sure that tears were threatening to spill in her eyes. “Kingo has told us so much about you,” she said as she separated from you. 

“Good things, I hope?” you asked. 

“Of course! You know me, I will never talk badly about you,” Kingo replied. “What did you need?”

“Can we speak in private?” you asked him. He nodded and gestured to his friends to go out for a bit. “I’ve been feeling faint since the morning and I’ve tried our usual remedies but they don’t work,” 

Kingo frowned, worry settling on his features. When you first had your episodes, Kingo made you promise to tell him every time you felt faint or if something unusual happened. You agreed and stayed loyal to the promise. Without it, your episodes might have been way worse. 

“We can probably ask Sersi about it,” he said. Upon seeing your confusion, he added, “You remember the family that I talked to you about?” you nodded. “That’s them,”

Joy filled up your features and you smiled widely. 

“That’s them? You should’ve told me!” you said, punching Kingo’s arm. “I feel rude for letting them go outside now,”

“It’s okay, they understand,” Kingo assured. 

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Turns out, Sersi didn't know how to remedy your headache. However, all of them had an idea of what might be the cause, although nobody dared to tell you the truth.

That night, Kingo revealed that he needed to go to Australia to meet his other family members, Thena and Gilgamesh. He asked you to go with him and his family. You agreed, excited to finally meet the people Kingo missed the most. Besides, what else could you do? 

While you were sleeping in his plane, the Eternals began to talk.

“How long has she been experiencing her headaches?” Sersi asked. 

“Ever since her memories were erased,” Kingo sighed. “It’s always been bearable because it was easy to heal with Ajak’s advice but her advice hasn’t been effective lately,”

“Ajak did say that she might experience headaches from time to time. Has she remembered anything yet?“ Ikaris asked. 

“She said she’s been dreaming of faceless people in fragments,” Kingo replied. “She said that there’s a man in black and red with her all the time,” 

“That’s Druig,” Sprite said the obvious. “I hope she’ll be alright once she sees him. Can she still control her powers?”

“Yeah,” Kingo replied. “She can manipulate people into doing things against their will now. I think, she’s even more dangerous now more than a thousand years ago,”

Sersi looked at Kingo expectantly. 

“She can make things burst without flicking a finger. We tried it one time with a watermelon,” Kingo replied. “She can probably do the same to Deviants,” 

“Such a shame she erased her memories,” Ikaris commented. Kingo scowled at him. He admired Ikaris but also hated how Ikaris belittled your skills just because he was threatened by it. He had to engage in physical combat while you only had to slightly move your fingers to kill Deviants with swords, rocks, and other weapons. Ikaris would never tell anyone but he was glad you agreed to erase your memories. He was the first person to suggest it anyway. 

“You’re being rude, Ikaris,” Sersi said. She knew just how hurt Kingo is right now. After passing the news of Ajak’s death and now, Ikaris with his comments about you, Kingo almost wanted to turn the plane back to India and never speak to the Eternals ever again. Kingo watched as Ikaris raised his hand in defence. 

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618 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#3

Ties That Cut (b. bridgerton x reader)

SYNOPSIS: The Bridgertons are great friends of your family and you find yourself particularly close to the artist. While your ties with Benedict Bridgerton has proven to be one of the things you and Benedict treasure the most, your fear of the unknown has only resulted to more pain and pining. As you traverse through adulthood, you found yourself growing together and then, growing apart.  (The third entry to my Bridgerton Ball event) REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: MAJOR angst, canon and non-canon events (still related to canon events), not proofread, fluff at the end, mentions of smut PAIRINGS: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Kate Sharma x platonic!reader (i love their friendship) WORD COUNT: 8.8k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

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When Benedict was accepted into the academy for arts, you were one of the first people to know. It happened because you were with him, Colin, and Eloise in their house in Kent. Benedict has been your closest friend, having grown up together. You were slightly younger than him as you were the same age as Colin but you have always had a friendship like no other. 

While Anthony was off to do his duties, Benedict had the liberties to do whatever he pleases. The same liberties go with Colin too. 

Your friendship with the Bridgertons has been natural. It was an innate instinct that you all shared because your mothers’ greatest friends were each other. You have witnessed Anthony’s assumption of being the Viscount, Benedict’s artistic pursuits, Colin’s thirst for travel, Daphne’s marriage to Simon, Eloise’s strengthening world view, and everything else. They, too, had the pleasure to witness your older brother’s marriage and your introduction to society.

“This is the worst,” Eloise groaned. “I mean, how can they expect us women to pride ourselves in these tight, unflattering attire for men to ogle at?” 

You chuckled. You were walking with Eloise in the gardens of Aubrey Hall. Violet Bridgerton has taken it upon herself to host weeklong festivities in their old home. She has done it every year and has outdone herself every time. 

“Your mother wishes for you to find a match here,” you told her. “The same goes for your brothers too,”

“I’d rather she didn’t,” Eloise replied. “And you? I think she’s doing this for you too. Your mother collaborated with her for this ball. It’s why this is even bigger and much grander than the last. I mean, why don’t you just marry someone in my family so we can finally be sisters?”

“Eloise!” you scolded. “I don’t think it works out like that,”

“Well, how does it work? You can marry Benedict or Colin since Anthony is already preoccupied with the Sharmas. I would rather you marry Benedict. He’s my favourite brother and I can can vouch his character,” she said, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Why don’t you marry one of my brothers?” you asked. 

“Your older brother is already married and your younger brother is the same age as Gregory,” she replied, sticking her tongue out. “You’re with us all the time. You’re practically family for all of us. Just marry—“

“I do not wish to marry any of your brothers,” you lied. “Besides, how could I marry someone who hasn’t asked?”

“Oh. It is a matter of asking then,” she replied. “I’m gonna ask Benedict since you’re his most favourite friend,”

“If you do, I will introduce a bachelor to you. Someone you will not like,” you warned her, emphasising the word “not.” 

“Don’t you dare…” 

“How does Lord William Rutherford sound?” you teased. “I heard he was recently kicked out of his club because of misdemeanour…something about the ice on his drink melting,” 

Eloise gasped.

“I can have you acquainted if you like. He owes my father a sum he cannot pay,” you added. “From gambling, of course,” 

“You will not!” Eloise replied, charging at you but you only ran from her, laughing loudly at her much to her chagrin. 

Benedict, on the other hand, watched as Eloise ran after you with a small smile on his face. 

“Brother, do you think she would get the message and ask you to marry her if you continue to stare at her like that?” Colin asked. 

“I am not staring!” Benedict defended, snapping his gaze from you to look at his younger brother. 

“…and the sky is a beautiful green,”

“But I am not,” Benedict replied. “I am merely amazed at how Eloise lets Y/N go with her teasing,” 

“Eloise has been trying to persuade her to dance with you,” Colin said, piquing Benedict’s interest. 

“And?”

“And what?”

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636 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#2

HC for all the Bridgerton Bros, after the scene where El asks how women get pregnant you are like a friend of Daphnes and you ask them (the bros individually) and I just wonder how they would react/explain that?

Have You Ever Been to a Farm? (ABC Brothers)

Second entry for my Bridgerton Ball helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs CONTEXT: You were spending the afternoon with all the Bridgertons when Eloise barged in from spending an afternoon with Penelope with the question, "How does a lady come to be with child?"

Daphne stopped playing the pianoforte and you looked up from the book that you were reading. Being acquainted with Daphne for the social season and because your mother was a close friend of the Bridgerton matriarch, you grew to be comfortable in their household. Violet was startled at the question while Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were preventing themselves from laughing. The commotion happened but the question still remains unsolved—how does a lady come to be with child? You had no brothers or sisters to ask and your mother reprimanded you for such a tactless question.

Anthony Bridgerton:

I think you would ask Anthony hesitantly

Like you were in the park, having afternoon tea and while he moodily broods over the fact that he could not spend his time the way he wanted, you were walking up to him with intent written on your face

He would taise his eyebrows in anticipation while you blush

“Anthony, how does a lady come to be with child?”

He would pause.

A long pause because he could not believe that someone as you would ask him directly.

“Anthony?”

He would nod and straighten his back.

How the hell is he going to answer this without sounding like a rake?

You were like a sister to him and naturally, he was protective of you

“What do you need this information for?” he would ask.

Was it him or was the temperature suddenly hot?

“Well, I’d like to know. I am a debutante after all,” you would reply.

“Very well,” he would reply. “When a man and a woman love each other they engage in…an ardent embrace,”

“A hug?” you asked. “I don’t think—“

“An ardent one,” he stressed. “Hugs that happen at night without anybody knowing,”

“Oh,” you replied. “Does that mean that if I hug Benedict or Colin with everyone knowing, I won’t have a child?”

“What?” he would ask. “Why shall you hug him?”

“I don’t know,” you lied. “I just do not understand,”

“You cannot engage in an ardent embrace during the daylight or with anyone around,” he added. “And do not bring my brothers into this. They are despicable,”

“But Anthony, I do not get it—“

“I do not wish to speak on it any further, I hope you grant me of my request,” he interrupted, looking straight ahead. He was watching Daphne and Simon like a hawk.

“Anthony, please answer—“

“Grant my wish,” he said sternly.

You frowned. But much to your chagrin, you yielded before walking off.

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779 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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Smoke and Mirrors (a.b.)

SYNOPSIS: After declaring Anthony’s intentions to marry, he finds himself closer to you and seeking your friendship. Can friendship lead to something else entirely? Or can love ruin the friendship that has been built? (The first entry to my Bridgerton Ball event) REQUESTED: no WARNINGS: MAJOR angst, canon and non-canon events (still related to canon events), not proofread  PAIRINGS: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader WORD COUNT: 6.6k+ helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs

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A dance. 

Taunting, complex, and confusing. It was how you would describe your relationship with Anthony. 

You debuted the social season two years ago and every year, you felt like your novelty has diminished. Your mother, who was the Diamond during her years, has felt the pressure of you not being off to wed yet. It wasn’t as if it was your choice to be the dreaded spinster. It was just that the men you have been acquainted with were either too old, too arrogant, or did not align with your ideals at all. It was how the Ton thought of you as hard to please, too big headed, and other insults that they may call a woman who wishes for a life of good and respectable marriage. 

Love was not a requirement whatsoever, seeing as your parents did not marry out of love but out of duty. 

Being a discerning and organised woman, you had made the mental list of requirements for the position. It has been something that you had concocted over the years in the Marriage Market. No man who shall be called your husband can be “just a little bit” or “almost there”. Whoever shall be wedded to you has to be just right. Your friends thought that it was quite absurd for you to go into detail about your perfect man but you knew that no matter how much they have scorned you for it, there will be someone who will be just right. Whoever in their right mind, after all, would reject a woman with a great sum of dowry and the ownership to some of your family’s estates?

First, he ought to be someone reasonably attractive. You didn’t need a handsome man (although it would be nice) but you figured that if you need to lay in bed with him, he has to be appealing enough to make the act a little bit more pleasant. 

Second, he has to be smart. This is quite hard to find amongst the men of London. Given that they were most likely to have been educated from Eton or Oxford, you were not impressed with men’s intellect. The last time you talked to a man was at a ball. She asked him if he preferred to live in the country or in the city. He replied that he would like to live in the Americas. 

As a woman who has been over accomplished in many aspects of her life, she expects her husband to at least hold  a meaningful conversation. Besides, she did not want stupid children. 

Third, he must be family-oriented. They were growing a family together and she did not need her children to ask where their father was. He must be attentive to their children and must treat them fairly. 

She need not fall in love with her husband but if she ever found whom she was looking for, she swears loyalty, respect, and companionship (if not friendship)—she expects him to return all of them to her. 

Meanwhile, in the Bridgerton house, Anthony was thinking the same. After Sienna Rosso, he decided to not love.

He was staring intently at the olive on his plate. 

“Good god, Anthony! What did the olive ever do to you?” Benedict asked. “You’re looking at it as if it committed a grave crime against you,”

“No, nothing at all,” Anthony replied. He thought hard. If he needed to find a wife, he had to tell his family about it. 

“Spit it out,” Benedict said. “I would offer you a penny for your thoughts though I know that they do not cost a penny for the salvation of the poor green olive,”

Colin chuckled from across the room. 

“Do you know any smart debutantes? Or bachelorette?” Anthony asked.  

“Hm, I heard Thorpe talk about botany and she sounded correct to me,” Colin replied. “McCarthy was also talking about mythology,”

“Great. I can start there,” Anthony nodded. 

“Why are you asking?” Colin asked. 

“I have decided to find a wife this social season,” Anthony announced. 

The chaos in the drawing room halted. Hyacinth looked up from playing the pianoforte, Gregory had stopped playing chess with Eloise, Benedict raised his eyebrows in surprise. Colin also paused from getting a refill of tea from his Mama. 

“Dearest, would you like to repeat that again?” Violet asked, fearing to have misheard the announcement. 

Anthony stood up with newfound purpose. 

“This is the season in which I will finally look for a wife,” he announced. “Now, please excuse me,” 

Violet speechlessly nodded. 

“Did everyone hear that right?” Eloise asked. “Anthony wishes to be married this season?” 

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I posted 36 times in 2022

That's 36 more posts than 2021!

36 posts created (100%)

0 posts reblogged (0%)

I tagged 36 of my posts in 2022

#mcu - 18 posts

#marvel - 17 posts

#ao3 - 8 posts

#fanfiction - 8 posts

#disney plus - 7 posts

#star wars - 7 posts

#fanfic - 7 posts

#peter parker - 6 posts

#spiderman - 6 posts

#archive of our own - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#bruce and tony just gravitate towards each other as if it is the most natural thing in the world

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

She-Hulk Ep 8 Ending:

What do you mean the episode ended with She-Hulk being seen as a monster in a disastrous gala? !

Nah it ended with Matt's walk of shame.

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147 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#4

Eternals has way too many ships, but only one matters to me!

Me: Watches Eternals movie 3 months late on Disney+

Surprise: Somehow manages to avoid spoilers!!!(Probably cuz never read the comics, nor watched the movie clips)

Watches all the new characters: faints

Spends 2hrs organizing thoughts on movie and recollects everything.

Goes to YT: Watches Breakdowns and explanations of the movie(instead of doing homework)

Mentally organizes all the ships in the movie and decides favourites:

Sprite x Ikaris : NO!!

Sersi x Ikaris : Meh

Thena x Eros : Interesting😏, needs more time

Sersi x Dane Whitman : Interesting

Thena x Gilgamesh : Heartbreaking, please give them a happy ending😥

Phastos x Ben Stoss : Perfection, they deserve to be happy together

Druig x Makkari : OTP! Perfection! Incredible! Amazing! Eternal pairing! Unstoppable! 

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158 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#3

Why is Martin Freeman so damn shippable?!

Three of my OTPs are just him with other people.

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224 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

Me: Watches She-Hulk Episode 1

Everyone: Talks about anger issues and sexism, Badass Jennifer Walters, Bad CGI, Steve Rogers Fuc--

Me: Bruce and Tony. Tony and Bruce. Bruce and Tony. Tony and Bruce. Bruce and Tony.......(on loop)

...

Bonus: Those damn initials!

They remind me too much of romance movies where people carve their initials to showcase their undying love.

324 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Science BFFs

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark have such beautiful friendship and I'm just tearing up everytime I see Bruce being sad about Tony in She-Hulk Ep 1.

From the moment they meet they finish each other sentences whether it be about science theories or just quips.

Tony (to Bruce when they first meet): Finally someone who speaks English.

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Mahd W'yry

Summary: Based on this request: can I please have just druig comforting reader. The discovery of your condition, Mahd W’yry, leads to dire consequences for the Eternals. But Druig’s love for you never once falters. 

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: If you guys thought See You Again was a tearjerker.... ahahahaaa

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The silence was deafening. It rang in your ears, causing your head to throb and tears to spring to your eyes. 

You lifted your head slightly from the stone table you lay on to observe your family. Gilgamesh sat right next to you, eyes turned down to the floor in deep melancholy. Ikaris stood unshaken in the middle of the room, arm wrapped around Sersi whose cheeks were stained with tears. Kingo looked as if he had something to say, but was unsure whether he should speak or not. Ajak and Druig stood on the other side of your bed. Druig held your hand, his expression unreadable, while Ajak comfortingly rubbed his shoulder. Sprite, Makarri, and Phastos had taken off, comforting the Greek villagers, easing their fear. Fear of you. 

And Thena.

The thought made you choke on the lump in your throat. Your lip trembled and a soft whimper left your lips at the thought. 

The sun blazed over Athens, creeping through the walls of the expansive building you were in. The walls loomed large over you and the rest of the Eternals as you socialized with the local villagers. They brought you gifts- crafts they spent hours on, gold, ancient artifacts. They worshipped you like Gods. Kingo was reveling in the attention, talking to anyone who was willing to offer him praise. You couldn’t help but snort as you noticed Druig alone in the corner, observing the scene before him. 

“Always the thinker,” you spoke up as you approached him. 

His eyes snapped over to you from the crowd, a smile growing on his face at the sight of you.

“Well, beautiful, it’s not exactly a surprise,” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I think you’ll find the humans more compelling if you, you know, talk to them,” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes at you playfully, his smile turning to a smirk.

“I do find them compelling, I just don’t need them to feed my ego, like Kingo,” he muttered. 

You heard the faint sound of him continuing to speak, probably complaining more about your teammate, but you couldn’t make out anything he said. It was like your surroundings had instantly disappeared, and instead of Athens, you were now trapped in a deep fog.

Hello?

Where am I?

The thoughts echoed throughout your mind as you ran through the fog. You called for Druig, for Ajak, even Kingo. Your cries got increasingly louder, turning to screams once the fog wrapped around your legs, pulling backward. Your breaths quickened, heart nearly beating out of your chest as an unfamiliar, yet distinct panic overcame you. The fog slowly crept up your body, and as it reached the top, it slowly made its way into your throat. You choked on the invisible killer, frozen in place. In your mind, you were screaming, but in reality, the only sounds you made were the ones of you choking, slowly losing consciousness. 

Just as your eyes fell closed, and you were convinced you were on the brink of death, they snapped open again. The fog was gone, and Athens was back in front of you. Except it wasn’t as it was before. The once white, pristine walls were covered in blood. Bodies lay on the ground, groaning in pain, the humans’ gifts now scattered on the floor, cracked and broken. 

You didn’t even realize you had one of the gifts in your hand, a spear. And you especially didn’t realize there was something attached to its other end. Someone. Until you saw her blazing blue eyes stare back at you in horror. 

No. No

“Thena,” you whispered, watching as she pushed the spear out of her abdomen and crumbled to the ground. 

You dropped the spear from your hand immediately, as if it had burned your skin. You hyperventilated, seeing her limp form on the floor in front of you, knowing that you had caused it. And you didn’t even know how.

Oh no, what have I done?

The cut was too deep for even Ajak to heal. A brutal death for the most brutal of warriors. The team mourned around you- their grief mixed with your shame polluting the air. 

“I didn’t mean to. I-I swear,” you whispered from where you lay. It was more to convince yourself than them. “I… Oh God Thena.”

The dam broke and tears poured down your cheek profusely. You brought your hands up to your face to wipe them away but ended up crying into them. Your sobs were too loud and too broken to be covered by your palms- everyone could hear them as they echoed around the room. But when you removed your hand and opened your eyes, you realized the team couldn’t hear them. They had all left. 

The room was empty except for you and Druig, whose hand was still clutched in yours as he stood next to you. 

“Druig,” you cried, turning your head to him. 

His expression looked pained, but whether it was over Thena’s death or your breakdown, you couldn’t tell

“Shh, I know,” he whispered softly. “I know.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could feel salt on his kiss, and couldn’t help but wonder when he cried, and how you didn’t see it. 

“It’s not your fault,” he soothed. “You weren’t yourself. My beautiful, beautiful [Y/N] wouldn’t hurt a fly on purpose.”

You shook your head, unconvinced. Druig pressed his forehead into yours, kissing your nose. His eyes followed the path the tears took down your cheek. 

“I don’t deserve your empathy. And you shouldn’t be near me, it’s not safe. If… If I ever hurt you, or- or killed you…” your voice trailed off. “I could never forgive myself for killing the love of my life. Please, Druig, leave.”

You knew you sounded pathetic, begging him, pleading with him. Usually, your face would heat up in embarrassment at the thought, but you didn’t care anymore. Not if it kept him safe.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, eyes serious and stern. “You might find yourself to be a monster, but I find you to be the most fascinating person in the entire fucking universe. I care about you, and right now you need someone to take care of you. I’m not leaving you, so you better get used to it.”

You wished his words could take away the unbearable agony infecting your heart, and while they made you smile, you still felt the flickering of fear. 

“Fine,” you breathed out reluctantly, exhausted and defeated. “But if it happens again, if I’m about to kill someone, you can’t hesitate to take me down. I know you love me, I know. But that’s why I’m trusting you with this promise.”

He frowned and you could’ve sworn he was even shaking.

“I won’t kill you, I won’t,” he snapped immediately. 

“Druig-”

“You want to talk about killing people?! That would kill me. A spear right through the heart,” he choked.  “But… maybe I can stop you, with my powers. Snap you out of it.”

“Whatever needs to be done,” you said, nodding. 

He rubbed his thumb over your soft palm before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Don’t worry about the others, they’ll come around,” he told you, sitting on your stone bed. “They just need time.”

You nodded, tears now dried on your cheeks. 

“You didn’t leave with them” you pointed out.

“Well, I didn’t fall in love with them. I fell in love with you.”

You chuckled and wiped your eyes tiredly.

“Go to sleep, my beautiful [Y/N]. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He moved his hand up from yours and rubbed your arm soothingly, coaxing you to a deep sleep.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. 

You didn’t see Druig softly smile at your sleeping form, before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

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~Whipped Play~ (Druig x Reader)

Side notes: I feel like foreplay with food can be fun, but it sounds down right messy though… I hope everyone is having a great start of the year...

Summary: You and Druig licking each other up and down

Words: 993

Characters: Druig x Reader Smut

Subject: Oral sex, Food play w/ whipped cream, 18+ ONLY, NSFW

****Apologies for Misspelling/Grammar (Attempted to skim proof read at best)***

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“Are you sure this won’t create a mess?” you salivated your lips.

He placed the strawberries on the aluminum foil so they could dry. You watch him in action doing crafted foods. He was bare shirtless with nothing on but his boxers. You wondered if he enjoyed the tease of showing how masculine he was…

He placed the strawberries on the aluminum foil so they could dry. You watch him in action doing crafted foods. He was bare shirtless with nothing on but his boxers. You wondered if he enjoyed the tease of showing how masculine he was…

Druig noticed you watching your every movement and couldn’t help but chuckle at your cuteness. You were damn near ready to devour the strawberries and himself combined. He gave you a playful smile and dipped his finger in the frosting.

“Open” he whispered as he placed his chocolate covered finger into your mouth. You slowly suck on his pointer finger with your eyes locked onto his. Druig groan as he slowly feel himself harden from your wet lips sucking his finger clean. You slowly pulled his finger out of your mouth before asking. “This isn’t suppose to be anything sexual remember?” you wanted this time to be personable but instead it had become another moment to fuck. There was never a chance where both of yall wasn’t able to do these types of things. But you never complained too much. Druig closed the space between you two. Your heart raced in anticipation, as you watched him unhook your silk robe to reveal your naked body. His expression skimmed your body from head to toe, as if it was the first time again. He put his finger up to gesture an idea. You roll your eyes when you see him reach inside the refrigerator to reveal a can of whip cream. A mischievous smile crept into your mouth as you gained more excitement.

“This just got more interesting,” you slivered. Druig shook the can while approaching closer to you. “Who wants to go first?” Druig voice deepened. You couldn’t help it and took the can without answering. You lowered yourself down to eye level of his crotch.

“Let’s see who does it best,” you teased. Druig took it as a challenge and remember how every moment you always gave in to his touch. His eyes looked down to see the sight of you down on your knees. He caressed your chin and looked into your wide eyes. “We’ll see about that love”

Without hesitation Druig removed his boxers and his hard on boner stood within your face. You slowly spray a line of whip cream alongside his heated member. To add more cruel pleasure to him you made sure to have extra cream on the very end of his tip. Druig flinched a little from the coldness of the substance but his dick ached watching your mouth inches away from his member. Your eyes stayed glued to his as you wrapped your lips around his deepened member to the tip. The sweet sugary taste and slickness glided up and down your man's dick.

A loud moan mustard out of him as you bob your head back and forth making sure each stroke was wetter than the next.

“Keep going” he panted. His hand held the back of your head to encourage you to go deeper. You smirk from his desperation for a faster pace. You pushed your mouth back to add more whip cream again. This second time around you added even more to intensify it. You licked the tip more to give a slight tease. Cream begins to slightly run down your mouth as you suck and lick the rest of the sweetness off the base of his dick. After you lick his throbbing member clean off, you arise from your feet to meet his gaze. Druig’s breath faintly quicken but he couldn’t cave in to your tongue doing wonders to his dick.

“That was very precious of you to think you can get over on me but I know how to make you quiver down to your bare knees and feel nothing but the numbness of your toes” He roughly picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. With the palm of his hands, your legs spread wide apart on the counter. Druig viciously sprayed whip cream all around your pussy. You gasped at his fast pace movement and let a moan to his mouth devouring the white fluff of cream that laid melted between your legs.

Druig watch your every move as he sucked the lips of your pussy to clean off every last drop of whip cream between your clit and folds. Your fingers brushed through his dark short raven hair feeling him insert his tongue into your opening. Druig raised his hand to squeeze one of your breast to set off you even more. You bite your lip feeling your high almost close by. Druig raised his head up and sprayed cream all over your nipples. You giggled at that sensation before he laid himself between your legs and slowly licked his tongue around your nipples until the whip cream dissolved in his mouth.

“Okay we need to stop before we won’t have any left for later” you gasped. Druig reluctantly sighed and took his weight off you. “Oh come onnnn we could’ve just bought another one, I know you wanted more I can hear it” “Even if that was the case babe,I can’t take you seriously with that cream mustache on your face” you teased.

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✧. In Every Lifetime ✧. Chapter 1 - The Start

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Druig knew his time with you would be short, if only he knew just how short it was.

Despite his more reclusive manner, Druig fancies himself a little bit of entertainment with the humans from time to time. He enjoys watching parties, albeit, from a distance, instead of partaking in them like his fellow Eternals, Sersi, Sprite, and Kingo seem to love. Instead, he prefers to watch the humans from afar as they converse.

Though he does not show it, as time goes, he grew to care for the humans around him. Their complex feelings and thoughts, not to mention their tenacity, determination, and fearlessness, stuck out to him. Unlike him and his friends, the humans weren’t immortal. They didn’t possess the powers he and his fellow Eternals indulge on. They simple had their intelligence to differentiate them from Earth’s other species.

And yet, despite all that, they were able to grow more intelligent by the day. They still strive to wake up the next morning even if they know it may just be their last. They aren’t afraid to live.

In the centre of it all was a dancer.

Druig has watched you from afar for quite some time now, a dancer whose compassion knows no bounds. Babylon wasn’t a big city after all, he could watch you from afar without you knowing for a while. Even if that statement did sound rather creepy. He reasons that he’s just trying to make sure you stay safe.

You were one of those humans that seemed to possess more compassion and kindness in your heart than the rest of your peers.

Your tenderness seems to reach out to all manner of life forms too.

Whether that were plants or animals, you treated them with the amount of dignity and respect he never thought was possible in a human. While you were an odd fellow, sometimes slinking out of crowds to no one knows where. Only reappearing a few hours later with a more jovial smile. Druig still seems to be completely enamoured by you.

“Tending to your plants again, are you?” He spoke in Babylonian when he ‘accidentally’ bumps into you.

You were balancing two pots of rather large plants on both hands when you bumped into the Eternal. Almost dropping the two objects if not for Druig, who quickly steadied you and caught one of the pots about to slip from your grasp. He took it from your hands as you thanked him and apologized for not being careful enough. He only smiled and walked with you towards your destination, holding the pot in his hands.

“I simply thought that my garden was lacking in a variety of plants, and spring is to come, so I thought today was a good time to buy more.” You shrugged as you walked side by side with him towards your home.

The pot in your hand was rather heavy, so Druig, ever the gentleman, opened the door for you as you both made your way behind your home to your garden.

“This isn’t diverse enough for you?” He teased you while you placed the potted plant down and took the one in his hands. “There is always room for more plants.”

Druig simply smiled as he watched you take out the plants from their pots and mutter something under your breath before planting them in the ground of your garden. For a moment, he took his time to look around your garden. As a dancer, you didn’t receive much money, well you did, but not enough to allow you to be able to buy a home with a garden as large as this. But as he remembered, this home was gifted to you by another person whose life you had saved.

He was sure to add that to the list of odd things about you. Not only did you constantly mutter something underneath your breath, something even he can’t hear. You also seem to always be around when chaos unfolds. Putting you right in the middle of death. Yet, you always come out of it alive, not unscathed, but alive, and with another life with you.

In every accident that seemed to happen when someone’s life was in danger, you would be able to rescue their life. Of course, this didn’t happen every single time, you didn’t have powers like him or any of the other Eternals, but you saved enough lives for it to be noticeable.

Like the time a building collapsed and you somehow were ablet o pull a child form under the building right before the collision. Druig remembered how much he cursed at himself that night when he saw you with battered and bruised. After you had shielded some of the heavy debris with your body to protect the child.

He thought that he should’ve been the one there, hypnotise the child to run away or do something. Not you, the human who was much more fragile than he was.

Or the other time where a Deviant somehow made its way into the city walls and started destroying the surrounding area. A few lives were lost that day, but more were saved by him and the others. You were there as well, pulling people back from the monster’s jaws, slinking away when the monster’s claws were mere centimetres away from you.

That night you suffered a few broken bones and could not dance for a few months. Months Druig spent with you so you don’t suffer from the most terrible thing in the world.

Boredom.

“Are you going to keep standing there, watching me do all the hard work or ar you going to help me by getting that watering can beside you?” Druig was quickly cut off from his train of thoughts when your voice reached his ears.

He straightened himself from where he was leaning on and chuckled. Grabbing the watering can beside him and giving it over to you. After offering him a small thanks, you spoke again.

“You know,” you paused, “I’ve been noticing something strange lately.” Druig felt like he knew where this was going, yet he still entertained it, leaning back to the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest as he smirked. “Really? What could that be?”

You laughed as you wiped the dirt off your fingers; before standing up to look at the Eternal in front of you. You weren’t an idiot. You knew of his advances towards you. Despite this, you knew better than to fall in love with him. And yet, your heart still yearns for his touch and his lips on yours.

“There’s this man, who keeps following me around. He thinks I cannot tell, but, you see, I can always tell when his eyes are on me.” You poke as Druig hummed, feigning confusing with a quirk of his rows. “He’s a very curious man. He has these odd powers that make him truly magnificent. The people would praise him like God.” You paused as you whispered the last part, “But I think he’s a thief.”

That made Druig truly surprised. A thief? Him? Maybe Makkari. But him? “A thief you say? What makes you say that about this man?” It was then you walked closer to him.

Mere centimetres away from the man plaguing your dreams for months now. You thought.

May the Gods forgive me.

And let yourself fall in love.

Something you may regret in a couple of days.

“Because he has stolen my heart.” At that moment, you closed the distance between you and him. Placing your lips on his as he chuckled, he saw it coming; of course, he was just waiting to see when it’ll happen.

Not caring about the light dirt that still coated your clothes and hands, he placed one of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. Flushing both your bodies together as his lips greedily took in yours. Like you, he may regret doing something like this in the years to come. But right now? With one of his hands on the small of your back and the other behind your head, deepening the kiss. He couldn’t care less.

He’ll deal with the consequences later.

If only he knew how soon those consequences would come.

Needing air, you pulled yourself away from him. Placing both your hands on his chest as you looked up at Druig with shining eyes. Usually, he’d make an offhanded comment on how you were making a mess of his clothes with your dirty hands. But now, all he did was softy caress your cheek with his hand, the other making mindless patterns on your back.

Druig had never felt o at peace before in his long life. And maybe it was a curse to him that he felt this way towards a human, destined to die long before he even starts to age. If ageing was even possible for an Eternal such as himself. But he couldn’t help it.

Yes, your kindness, compassion, and humility made him first feel entranced by you. Few humans were willing to put their lives on the line to save a stranger. But you weren’t the only human that wasn’t heartless; you weren’t notable in that regard.

So, it was your personality, grace, imperfections, love for plants and animals, and surprisingly green thumb that made your plants thrive even in the coldest of winters that made him fall so desperately in love with you. Yes, it was in the way you carried yourself, in the way you spoke, in the way you moved, in the way you, to simply state it, exist.

Druig has always been enamoured by humans’ ability to take their little time and make it worthwhile. But with you, that seemed to have doubled.

As if you knew every second you lived had to be cherished and loved.

That was the thing he loved most about you.

Call him a fool if you must. Because he was a fool, a fool in love.

You giggled softly when your gaze broke form his overly intense ones before pulling away and patted his chest lightly. Turning around to tend to a particular rare flower, Druig smiled. He watched the way your hands softly glazed over its white petals. He remembered that flower. He gave it to you as an apology a year ago.

“I didn’t think anyone could render you speechless.” You teased with your back facing him.

Druig stayed silent as a mischievous smirk crept up onto his features. As you started to check the leaves of a different plant that he, for the life of him, could not remember the name of, his arms wrapped around your body from behind. Pulling you flush against his chest as he leaned his cheek against yours.

You started laughing when his nimble fingers began tickling your sides.

“Druig!” you yelled as a warning. “Stop!!!” you yelled again between your laughter.

“You want me to stop, beautiful?” he stopped for a moment; letting you finally breathe as you giggled and leaned into his muscled torso. “Yes. Thank you.” You breathlessly mutter.

Druig didn’t let you go though, he kept his hands on the front of your body, swaying side to side. Before whispering in your ear, “No.”

Followed by his fingers immediately tickling you once again. This time it had completely caught you off guard and your wretched instincts, decided to kick in. Your elbow, all of the sudden, hit him straight to his gut. Druig stuttered back as he watched you quickly turn around, both your hands closing your mouth as regret and fear rushed over you.

He would chuckled if it didn’t cause some pain to flicked in his gut.

“You’re stronger than you look.” He spoke as he doubled over. “Gods! I’m sorry, I warned you!”

You tried to keep a light air with your jokes, still, Druig saw how panicked you looked. It confused him slightly. Whilst you were stroner than Druig could ever expect, he had seen how nimble and strong you could be when you pulled or pushed people out of the way from oncoming danger. Your reaction, wide eyes filled with shock and fear, was the curious thing.

Though just as quickly as the pain came, it went. His main priority was now ensuring that you didn’t hurt him. He let a careless smile make its way to his face as he moves towards you. Placing his hands on your cheeks, he chuckled, “I’m alright, my love.”

Those two words felt so natural on his tongue. As if he was meant to call you his love all his life. And hearing those words, he could see your eyes sparkle for a moment. Only for it to suddenly disappear as your brows furrowed. As if you had heard or seen something displeasing to you.

Druig was just about to ask what was wrong, but you quickly shook your head and turned to look back at him. Smiling widely now. All before your lips touched his. This time, with an edge of hurriedness to it.

Druig smiled into the kiss as your hands begun roaming from his chest to his back, pulling him closer to you as the two of you made your way towards the bedroom. Months and months of pining and push and pull between the two of you seemed to have finally reached its peak.

This time, he was the one who pulled back. “I thought you had dance practice for your performance in a couple of days?” he mischievously asked as you shrugged. “I don’t think they’ll mind if I miss a day.”

You smirked as Druig’s hands begun edging the lines of your tunic and pants, “Hm, I don’t think they will.” Was all he said.

That night, Druig spent in the comfort of your touch, of your skin, of your soft voice. Of pleasure and thrill. Your hands roaming his skin, his hands roaming yours. He didn’t know if Heaven existed, or if it was something humans created. But whatever it was, he was sure it felt like this.

Your body against his as you gripped the sheets under you, his groans in your ears as pleasure flowed through his entire being. It truly felt like Heaven.

He wished he could make you see the stars and make you feel the way he does every single day, but alas, your life was fleeting. What he could do was take use of what time he did have.

If only he knew how little that time truly was.

~

A few days later, as night took over, festivities ran high.

Druig went into the city’s centre late into the party, knowing he didn’t really have a reason to surround himself with drunken mortals until a few moments before your performance. The moment he did step into the great hall, he could already see Sprite telling stories of battles and the endless glories of Eternals and humans alike, using her apparitions.

Kingo was dancing with some other drunken men and women, laughing alongside them as they tripped over one another. He could see Ikaris and Sersi conversing in one of the far corners of the room. The two of them had bright smiles on their faces as they chuckled and laughed at what the other must’ve said.

Druig wasn’t usually a jealous person, but he did occasionally get jealous. He was jealous of seeing the two of them. It would take an idiot not to see they were softly falling in love with one another. And unlike him, their love could blossom and grow in the thousands of years they’ll live through. Whilst his love would have to wilt and die the moment you closed your eyes.

Something that’ll come sooner than he thought.

He shook his head, ridding himself of those macabre thoughts. Perhaps he should take a leaf out of the humans’ book and cherished what short life they had. Mortality was never a thing he had to face until he fell head over heels for you.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Ajak watching him. Well, she was always watching everyone form afar. Her motherly tendencies and instinct never seem to halt even in the festive environment. Thena, Gilgamesh, and Phastos were talking to some other humans on one of the tables. Well, it was more like Phastos talking and the rest listening. Though seeing from Gilgamesh’s rather bored expression, he was looking for a chance to leave the conversation.

The only Eternal he didn’t see was Makkari.

But he didn’t think too much of that. Makkari had always been the Eternal with a penchant for mischief, with him in close second. She was probably out exploring some part of the city none of them could get to or stealing something that interested her whilst the people partied.

Suddenly, the music dulled, the drums people were playing silenced, and that had been the moment he’d been waiting for. Druig slinked back to the part of the hall where not many could see him, despite him being able to clearly see the middle of the hall where everyone had parted away.

Slowly, a different tune started to play. One made of more melody than that of the festive drums of before. One that had a beat, a rhythm, and a tune. From the entrance of the hall came a slew of dancers. They all dressed in the same beautiful clothing that matched the interior of the hall. With their talents and grace, everyone loved them.

Despite their similar way of clothing themselves, Druig’s eyes easily landed on yours. The two of you made eye contact for a while when you went in, he grinned when you bashfully broke your gaze.

As you moved your body across the ground with grace and agility. He couldn’t look away. Enamoured and entranced by your elegance. He let his lips tweak up to a very rare soft smile. One he immediately retreated when he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder, right in time for the song to finish and the dancers to take their leave after basking in the loud cheers of the audience.

When Druig looked to his side, he groaned in displeasure. Staring up at him was the mischievous grin of a certain Eternal that he couldn’t locate earlier that night. Makkari.

She grinned widely at him.

“What?” he signed as well as spoke. It wasn’t like the people around him could understand his language either way. Makkari only laughed loudly as a response, “I see your eyes was stuck on a particular dancer.” She teased. “I also see the way you follow her around like a creep.”

She laughed once she finished signing that last part of her statement. Druig cocked his head to the side. Was it that obvious? As if she could sense his thoughts, Makkari quickly signed.

“It isn’t that obvious, don’t worry too much, but I do like watching the people here and I,” she paused, “I see the way she looks at you. Are you going to do anything about it?” She queried.

Makkari had no way of knowing that Druig had already done something about it. The only question in his mind was, what now? He wanted to pursue you more; you didn’t have much time left in your life.

Although right now Babylon was at peace, that didn’t mean the human lifespan now was very long. As far as he knew, the average age where human women died were around their 40s, you were just about to reach 30 this year. You only had so long left.

He should do something about it.

Cherish the years you have left with him. But would it be worth the heartbreak after? And did you even want this? You could’ve wanted to just love someone that would die with you. He could read your mind to ifnd out the answers to his questions, but he had sworn to you once this friendship bloomed to never do that. And he’d rather die than betray your trust in him.

“You should do something about it.” Makkari signed before smiling at her friend and leaving him to lament on her words.

It was at that point that Druig realized something.

He didn’t care how long he had with you. He knew you loved him; if you didn’t you wouldn’t have kissed him. So, whatever time he has left with you, he’d gladly spend it by your side.

After this realization, he immediately bolted out of the door to look for you. He didn’t know where you went, but an idea went into his head once he saw one of the dancers. Not caring to ask, he went into her mind and searched if she knew where you went. The answers that came to him puzzled him.

You had separated from the group early on after they had left the hall, and this particular dancer, whose mind he inhibits now, saw you making your way to the rooftop of the great structure that was the great hall.

For all his time watching you, he had never seen you even go there or allude to wanting to go there. It was a beautiful place to watch the stars and the city below, but it wasn’t somewhere he thought interested you.

With a puzzled mind, Druig made the ascend towards the rooftop of the great hall. When he reached the top, his heart dropped to the ground. There you were, standing extremely close to the edge. Watching the ground below you.

He hesitantly called out to you. When you gasped and almost lost balance of your footing, Druig swore he could feel his heart stop just for a second.

You slowly and carefully turned around, now facing him.

“What are you doing?” he spoke, hesitantly and slowly made his way towards you.

By the way your face scrunched up in a dilemma, you seemed to not know what to tell him.

“Step away from the edge my love, you’re going to get hurt.” He was now a few metres away from you. He had half a mind to just use his powers and get you out of danger, but he stopped himself.

When he took another step forward, you yelled at him. “Druig, please! Don’t- Don’t come any closer.”

That sudden fear in your voice caused him to stop immediately. What were you doing??? What was happening???

“I-” you could only stare at him with tears brimming the corner of your eyes, “Why do you have to make this so difficult for me?!” You screamed at him.

To be completely honest, Druig ddidn’t know what you were talking about. He hadn’t seen the signs; he hadn’t seen you seemingly wanting to hurt or kill yourself. But perhaps he was just blind to it, and for that, he hated himself.

He called out to you again, his voice bringing the tears in the corners of your eyes to fully pour out. You sobbed softly as Druig wracked his brain for something to say, anything at all.

How he wished he could just approach you, pull you from the edge and comfort you. He loathed seeing you cry. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk coming any closer to you in case that you decided to do the unfathomable.

“Why are you doing this?!” Was the only thing that came out.

You closed your eyes and shook your head violently to the side, whispering and muttering something under your breath. Something he couldn’t hear.

He’s had enough. He cherished your trust in him and he’d hate to break it. But he cared about you more. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this. Not when he had just realized how much love he could give you.

At a moment’s notice, he used his power against you, only to feel a sudden drawback, a terrible headache swirled his head. And you, didn’t move away from the edge. His powers. Didn’t work.

He called out to you again. This time, cautious and absolutely terrified.

The headache grew tenfold in size and pain as he tried, again and again, to force your body to move towards him. To get you to safety, to convince you that you didn’t need to do this. That whatever was pushing you to kill yourself at this moment was irrelevant and didn’t matter.

But it wouldn’t work.

Panic rose through his entire system. Something he didn’t feel very often. But at this moment, with the back of your feet at this point dangling dangerously on edge and his powers seemingly unaffecting you. Terror filled him.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I wished we had more time.”

Druig’s legs moved before he could think; he practically ran towards you, desperate to do something instead of standing around. But it was too late by the time he was at arm’s distance towards you. You had leaned back. You had fallen from the building. You had ended your life.

There was a small thud when your body hit the ground, followed by hundreds of screams. The festivities stopped almost immediately. And so did he.

He stayed silent, processing what had just happened. In the end, when he realized this wasn’t just a sick and twisted dream being played on him, he dropped to his knees.

Druig stared at where you had just stood minutes ago, before you took your own life. In his mind, he berated himself for not being able to do something about it. The fact that your mind was immune to his powers was the least of his concerns at this moment.

He could hear Makkari run through the stairs leading up to the rooftop. She stood in shock at the top of the staircase, taking in the sight in front of her. Of Druig, the one Eternal that had never seemed to show any kind of weakness, suddenly on his knees, helplessly watching the spot where the woman he loved once stood.

When Makkari made her way towards her friend, she didn’t use her speed. She took her time for once. Walking towards Druig softly before coming down to her knees beside him as well.

Her right arm reached to his right shoulder, her left on his left, whilst her cheek leaned towards his left shoulder. Offering him a silent comfort, she leaned sideways towards him, embracing him in a side hug. He didn’t move, didn’t react.

He simple stared.

Oh, all of the things he would give to just see you once more. See your bright smile even when you had broken yet another bone from saving the life of a kitten who was just about to be hit by a horse. Hear your voice as you rambled about how someone was kind enough to give you a rare plant form their travels. Fell your lips against his own as the two of you chuckled in the privacy of your garden.

There were many things Druig, an Eternal, didn’t feel much compared to the humans around him. Life experience allowed him to do so. Mortality was a human attribute he never thought would look at him straight in his eyes.

He didn’t know how to feel, what to think, how to act.

Very time he had felt disturbed or helpless, like the times Ajak wouldn’t let him intervene as humans brawled one another, he reacted with anger. He didn’t like feeling sad. He preferred to be angry.

So that was what he did.

He shrugged Makkari’s touch away from him and abruptly stood up. Making his way towards the staircase, his shoulders shoving into Ikaris as the rest of the Eternals finally reached the top of the rooftop to see what happened. He didn’t care for the way Sersi or Ajak called out to him until Makkari stopped them.

He felt angry.

Resentful almost.

At himself for not being able to do anything.

At the world for making humans so damn fragile and mortal.

And finally.

At fate for making him fall so deeply in love with someone who he knew he had a limited time with. Only that he didn’t realize how truly limited that time was.

As he made his way outside the hall, he heard one of the dancers cry. “We were just about to celebrate her birthday. What could push her to do such a thing?!” She wailed into someone’s shoulder.

Oh, fate was truly cruel, wasn’t it?

Your birthday, and not only did he not know, he also had to witness your death on your fucking birthday.

How cruel the world was.

hihihjojojojoiihihihihih I SWEARIT GETS BETTER AND FLUFFIER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER BUT ITS JUST ANGST HERE HIHIHIHHHIHIHIHIHI also also also there are hints in every chapter on what will happen in the future and hints on the reader's 'powers'

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HONESTY; druig [one]

summary: this wasn't in the job description.

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: blood, language, violence, guns, misogyny, crude remarks, DRUIG

a/n: ty for all the love on the intro! i appreciate you all so very very much. also kro's face claim is bill skarsgard. hope you like it!

intro

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LONDON

Nibbling on her nail, she nervously tapped her foot. Watching through the clear glass for it to drop. For if it didn't, her whole life was be ruined. There was no reason for her to-

Click. Drop.

Finally.

A dollar not wasted.

With a devious smile, she reached down and grabbed the Fiber One bar. Oh the chocolatey goodness. Sighing, Y/N ripped open the packet right there in front of the vending machine to take a quick bite out of it because she knew her pager would go crazy at any second now.

She felt the gooey goodness of the oats, chocolate, and honey enter her mouth and she couldn't resist but to slowly chew to savor the taste. Opening her mouth to take another bite, the granola bar was pulled out of her hand.

She groaned out, already knowing exactly who the culprit was.

Taking a bite out of her a pound of a treat, Doctor Dane Whitman sent her a wink. He turned away from the female whose hands were propped onto her hips in utter disbelief to continue his way down the long hall. With a huff, Y/N fast walked past all the residents to slip her arm into his, pulling him down to slouch to her level. "You still have that date tomorrow night?"

"Regretfully yes."

"Who is it with again?"

"Some bloke, Kro. I'm meeting him at a bar."

"Kro? In heavens name is that? Where'd you meet a Kro?"

"Where most love stories begin." Her phone yanked from the side pocket of her scrubs," Tinder." After worried advice of Dane wishing her to be careful and to be dressed right for the cold weather, she looked down at the half eaten fiber one in his hands," In exchange for my dinner you just took, say, would you let me assist on your next surgery then?"

"I don't think someone's life is equal to a bar." Dane laughed, removing his arm to wrap around Y/N's shoulder instead. "Not that I'd think you'd kill someone. I know you've got talent but you’re not scheduled with me today nor yesterday nor tomorrow nor ever,” He teased but the shorter girl could only roll her eyes.

"Come on." She pouted," I'd much rather shadow you than Trevor."

"You have to give him more credit."

"He'd have a whole room full of me and one intern and he'd choose the intern over me." Y/N knew what Dane had to say. It's what he'd say each time. Deepening her voice, “ You just have to prove him wrong." Pushing his arm off of her," Yeah, I can't really do that if I can't touch anything."

Dane did feel for the girl. He's known Y/N since she’s moved here two years ago from the small borough of Kensington to Hamsptead. The newly turned 21 year old who had just graduated from nursing school had barely known the hardships of life from her spoiled upbringing. It didn't help she was naturally selected each time due to her last name. Only now she is being neglected her chances because Trevor Moore had moved from the United States and the first person to tell her no. He's not saying that she doesn't deserve to be where she is now because he knew she was so hardworking but the fact that it's best she learns you can not be simply handed things because it is asked for.

Though he did want to punch Trevor. The man is a git.

"Then you know. Prove, prove, prove. Prove that you're more than what he thinks he is."

"Okay, Yoda."

"You think I'm hot and wise?"

"No, you're wrinkly and hairy."

"Ha ha ha." He pulled a face as he held the door open for them to walk into the holding area. Y/N tilted her head," Wait, did you just call Yoda hot?" The wrinkles from her scowl smoothed out, feeling pretty impressed at the annoyed look on his face. The two stood in front of one another in silence as they settled down, other nurses and their CNAs frantically running through the halls. Dane took it in himself to break the pause," Okay, how about this? If Trevor doesn't have anything for you today, I have a surgery you can accompany me on tonight." The operating room nurse assisted on slipping the rest of his blue coat," We're performing an easy bypass surgery."

"Oh, I've done that a million times! I assure you that I can do

"I know." Mask already on, " 7 p.m."

"7 p.m." She repeated, pulling up a thumbs up to Dane who had once again turned her back towards her.

_

"You're doing it wrong."

The syringe fell the ground after Trevor fought from it. Y/N knew she should've just let it go but she was stubborn and she desperately needed to do what Dane advised. "How'd you even pass medical school if you can't even fill it up correctly?"

Seething teeth, Y/N opened her mouth in protest but she quickly made eye contact with the girl glowering up at them. Her eyes flicking between them from behind her ginger hair. It wasn't hard to tell that she was beginning to feel anxious the second she saw her hands fidget with the string of her purse so Y/N took the step to move behind the curtain so that there was more air to breathe. Whispers could be heard behind before the clacking of heels coming around the curtain signaled that Trevor had finished.

"I was doing it right, you asshole."

"You just call me an asshole?"

"No other person in this room except for you."

Trevor clenched his jaw, disposing of the now contaminated needle. "You're so fucking immature." He grumbled. "You need to how to respect people who are in a higher position than you. Just because you think that you're right doesn't mean you are."

His lips kept moving but it was like there was nothing coming out of his lips because it was all white noise to her.

If anyone was immature, it was him. As she watched him fill up the syringe the same way she did, her mind ran through all the things she did wrong according to him. From the way she checked the blood pressure of the older patients to the way that she assisted someone to the bathroom. Y/N tried her best not to take it to the heart because she heard worse things said about her behind her break and to her face. His comments were just rocks compared to the arrows that have pierced her skin.

Plus through the break room gossip that typically got around, it's pretty obvious that he has this hostile attitude to anybody that doesn't have any balls between their legs.

"If your mind was off what color you should do at your next appointment, you wouldn't be making these small little mistakes."

Curses sat on the end of her tongue, tempted to grab the tray next to her and simply just bonk his head over with it. But sound of the clock turning a hand that signaled that a new hour had dawned before them drifted her attention away from the weasel of a man in front of her.

7 p.m.

"Do we have any more patients scheduled for today?"

"Why are you asking me? It's not like you'd be of any help if we did have any." Trevor hummed, signing off the last papers.

"So no?"

"You're really wasti-"

Y/N walked out towards the hallway, knowing she left before Trevor could finish his sentence with an extra skip in her step. It's the fact she hasn't gotten her hands in on a surgery in so long. She couldn't wait to get her hands moving. A wide smile prompted its way onto her face, turning the corner only to catch a large man who fell so stiffly like a building. A warm and wet feeling covered her left hand when she found her balance and caught him on his upper torso, one on his back and other under his arm. When she lifted it up, red had entirely coated her index finger and ring finger.

Behind him stood a beautiful woman. It was hard to not stare, her beauty mark in the perfect place atop her lips. Her hair pinned back but a mess. After her came a man who stood shorter than the two but you could tell he carried himself with much confidence to overpower that fact. If it was hard to not stare at her, it was even harder to not stare at him. His ocean blue eyes pierced through her own Y/E/C eyes.

But she was cut off from her trance when she heard the frantic rush of," Where's Sprite?" come out of one of their mouths.

Just as fast as she exited the hospital room, she backed right back in.

"What? Done messin-" Trevor's eyes grew as big as his head when he caught sight of bleeding man in front of him, " Well, what are you doing? Get him onto the table."

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Y/N seethed, setting the man down as gently as she could. That's when she got a formal look at his chiseled face and the grey steak on his hair, along with the gashing cut that had ripped through his two layers of clothes that continuously seeped out blood. Just as fast, she clamped her hands down with a towel she stole from the side to try to slow it down.

"Ikaris!" The young patient from before ran into the room, her hand holding onto her right arm. Y/N worriedly eyed her, "Trevor, can you check on her?". She didn't check to see Trevor had listened, her attention immediately back to who she presumed was Ikaris on the bed. With her other hand, she tried to reach for a retractor but it was slapped away. In shock, Trevor looked down at her with those eyes that had a foul feel that could make anyone else cover away.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"What?"

"Don't think I didn't hear your conversation with Whitman."

Unknowingly, the older woman zoned into the conversation at that mention of the familiar last name.

Trevor continued," This is all a ploy to get yourself to prove yourself to me. You taking the bigger role while I take the smaller one.”

"Really? Right now?" Y/N scoffed in disbelief, grabbing the retractor to push back the skin and dropping the towel down to get a better look. She knew it. Everything else in the room disappeared and it was just her and the patient's life in her hands. She saw the vein that was gaping open at her. Luckily it didn't fully cut through. She grabbed a clamp next to hold the vein together. Reaching for the materials needed for the suture but it was too far. "Trevor, can you-", She felt a hot breath breathe down her neck," So how much you pay for this to all happen? Or did Daddy forgive you and decide to give you some money now? Mommy make enough stripper money?"

Trevor's comments never bothered her. They never bothered her because he never brought up her family. Fuck, she had no idea that he knew about that. But like she said, break room gossip got around.

No, not right now. She pleaded to herself. Please not right now.

Her breathing began to get shaky and her hands clasped and unclosed around the tool. More and more blood flowing out the more her mind took over.

"Shame you didn't follow your Mommy. I mean your attitude is something else and can get you in trouble but man, this body. Oh wait, I know what this is for. My attention." Trevor leaned closer," You woman and your need for attention. It's pretty dangerous sometimes. To yourself and everyone around you. That's why you all belong at home behind the counter, making me food for when I get home. Don't know why you have to do a man's work. All you ladies need to do is sit there and look pretty while sucking my-" His airways were cut off as he pulled back by his front collar from someone behind him.

"Now... now... that's no way to talk to a lady. Especially with a child in the room. Your Momma know you speak with a mouth like that?" The other man from earlier tightened his grip, Trevor letting out a strangled cough. He pushed Trevor against the wall, holding him up with one hand," She doesn't look fairly comfortable to me for you to get all up and personal like that." He blew a piece of Trevor's hair away, causing him to frantically blink in fear,"Now I typically do not care what you do with one another but right now, you're going to leave the pretty gal alone because if that man bleeding out right there dies, it won't be because of her but because of you. I don't think I need to tell you what the consequences are if that happens." A hard cold metal poked Trevor on the side and in the corner of her eye, Y/N saw the outline of a gun. If she wasn't freaking out before, she was now. Why did he have a gun? Was he going to kill Trevor?

"Druig, let him go." The beautiful woman spoke up for the first time that moment. Druig didn't budge and closed his hand tighter around the collar, Trevor wheezing out a breath," Sersi, you surprise me. Wouldn't you want men like this to be squashed like a little bug when they act like one?"

"Now."

With a huff, Druig let go of the red faced man and swiftly tucked the gun back into the slot between his jeans. Trevor collapsed to the floor, searching for air to fill his lungs. "Y-You're crazy. I'm calling the police!" He was out of the room without Sersi being able to say something.

"I'll have a word with you later." Sersi whispered underneath her breath to Druig who couldn't help but have a smug look on his face. But soon the attention was back to Ikaris whose face grew paler and paler.

Y/N just stared, afraid for her next move.

"Well, what are you doing?" Sprite spoke first," Save him!"

But Y/N was still in her own state of mind. Her hands now becoming more and more shaky. "C-Can- Pass me the tweezers, holder, and that thread." At first, Sprite had struggled to find out but it was on one of the blue trays to the side before swiftly handing it to her. Y/N quickly began the suture but she was in shock from what Trevor had said and the fear of whoever these people are in the room with her. Her hands stopped shaking but her breathing became too rapid, making it hard for her to see properly. It didn't help with who she presumed was Sersi had stepped forward to keep a close eye on her. Around the second loop, she felt she was going to faint. Her mouth dry and her eyes heavy.

A cold hand rested on the nape of her neck,"Breathe." Druig curled and leaned down," Breathe with me."

She tensed up. Is he going to pull the trigger on her? "No please. I-"

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just listen to my breathing and follow."

Y/N obeyed in the case he would hurt her and listened to his breathing. Her racing breath began to slow down, following in rhythm with his as they took turns exhaling and inhaling. Druig moved his other hand to wrap around her forearm, his thumb sliding on the skin. When she finally gained her conscience back, it was like magic. Suturing the vein came like the wind, fast and easy.

Trevor hurriedly pulled on his peacoat, not even trying with his scarf. He can just tell HR that he fell sick. They'd understand. Tucking his hands away to make himself appear smaller, his eyes were set on the door. His feet swiftly dragged him. Eyes darting side to side in fear for something to jump. His heart dropped when he stopped by his arm but let out a deep breath when he saw that it was just Dane. "Where's Y/L/N?"

Trevor looked back at the room which caused Dane to turn his head towards before he roughly yanked his arm out of Dane's grip, breaking into a sprint to the exit.

Usually Dane would brush off Trevor's strange behavior but it's the way he had looked like he saw a ghost. Almost like a trance, he began the walk to the room Trevor motioned to, eyeing the puddle of blood near the entrance. "Y/N?" He shoved open the door to see four familiar faces.

Y/N snapped her head back, Druig's hand falling off but his hand on her arm still remained. Now halfway through the stitch on the outer layer of Ikaris’s skin, she cursed Dane for his bad timing. She saw them all turn to look at the new presence in the room. "Please don't hurt him. He's one of our top surgeon. His life is much more valuable than mine. Please, he did nothing wrong.” She pleaded.

"Nurse Y/N, I'll take over from here."

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Dane had kicked out everyone else from the room except for Sersei. As she did in the beginning of the night, her nails returned back to her mouth as she nervously bit her thumbnail.

"That's not good for you."

Shit, she didn’t even know he was standing there. Sprite had announced she was going to get a snack from the cafeteria because all of this made her super stressed out. That all she wanted to do was get a vaccine shot and go. Y/N assumed that the older male had followed her but here he was. Although he did help calm her down, she still felt fairly intimidated by the one standing before her. Averting her eyes to the ground, Druig pushed himself off the wall and mocked her crossed arms. Craning his neck down so she could look at him.

"You always let that man talk to you like that?", He didn't wait for an answer," Pretty obvious you do."

"Hey, you don't know me."

"No, I don't. But you're pretty easy to read." His eyes held a glint she's never seen before," Spoiled girl? Always gets what she wants?"

"And what are you? Some boy with anger issues? Pulling out a gun in the middle of the hospital. "Frowning, "You don't know me." She repeated but this time her voice began to falter, " I could care less about what that man has to say about me."

"Hm." Druig looked up into the air as if he was thinking of what to say next," So you don't know how to stand up for yourself. I can see how easy you let people get under your skin. I can how easy you let them step over you. Hell, you're letting me do it right now."

"What's your problem?"

"My problem. My problem is I dislike people like you. I dislike the ones that are so weak." He pointed," People like you irritate the fuck out of me."

"Then why did you defend me?" Y/N laid her hand out, "If you agreed with what he said so much."

"I didn't agree what he said and I didn't defend you. You blanked out and I simply just didn't want my colleague to die because you couldn't handle criticism."

Now she hadn't thought a stranger would care about her in the slightest nor was she hoping for it. But to be plain rude out like that. Another man in for a cursing again and this time there was no child there to prevent her from the nasty words she had to say.

But the sound of a crispy chip cut her off, signaling that somehow on time, Sprite was back. And just like Druig said, she left it at that with no words to defend herself and walked away. Reminding herself that her silence was the best weapon that she had.

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Ikaris's chest rose up and down, signaling that he was in fact breathing and the EKG machine was now attached to him, his heart beating at a normal rate.

The two ex-lovers sat besides each other, their shoulders brushing up against up one another. Although there was no time to be feel fiddly. No time to catch up on the last three years they have not seen each other since the dreadful night that they refuse to think about.

Because they knew something. They knew something was coming.

They were already back.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Ikaris has just been shot and I didn't see where it came from. We're suppose to be here to get things done for Sprite's school but I doubt it's safe for her to go anymore. So I haven't really gotten the time to make a plan yet."

Dane knew not to say anything more because he poked at her one more time, he would unleash the temper that he knew she had. A temper that he didn't want to deal with after this tiring day. But he noticed something. More like someone. That someone that would typically be here in anything involved one of her family getting injured.

"Where's Ajak, Sersi?"

"Ajak is dead."

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taglist: artaxerxesthegreat

[kyn-lyn-blog]

You know what I think.....

I think Makkari writes poetry. Why you may ask? Cause I just do. I see her liking poetry and history and of course books and artifacts and unique things and treasures and you know what I enjoy?

Writing from others point of view

And you know what I want to do?

Write a series of poems and short writings Makkari may have written all those years on the domo (yes most will probably be about druig).

I don't know why I'm bothering asking others thoughts on it when I know I'm going to write it regardless of who cares or sees. But the romanticized writer in me just wanted to put it out there and I like discussing head canons, theories ect.

[smileyishere92]

Me: Now that I’ve finally watched The Eternals, I can go read some fanfics of some of the characters now 😃

*searches eternals x reader*

Me: Damn there’s a lot of angst, especially with Ikaris. Like I get it but also 👀

[baldurscheese]

ETERNALS SPOILERS

no bc i need more fics about ikaris missing sersi and vice versa during their separation..

I just KNOW that they were hurting inside constantly and i need that angst in my life 🙏

[welldonebeca]

Apex Predator (V/Final)

Pairing: Ikaris x Thena x Makkari x Ajak x Sersi Warnings: Smut. Orgy/Gangbang. Oral sex. Dirty talking. Rough sex.

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Masterlist

Ikaris held onto Thena's thigh as she squirmed on top of his face, moaning as he devoured her.

"Ikaris," she tried to protest. "Too... much!"

He didn’t even take his lips off her cunt, licking her clit and making her cry out.

“I think you can take it,” Ajak decided, cooing her.

Thena trembled, moaning out, shaking over him, cumming again, and Ikaris decided to show her some mercy, pulling away.

“Thena,” Ajak pulled her hair back, standing over her, caressing her cheek. “Be nice. Thank our Alpha.”

“Thank you…” she grunted, crawling away, probably overwhelmed.

Ikaris smiled and was about to answer when Makkari grabbed his face instead, sitting on him to get her own ride, and Sersi’s lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off.

His Omegas were insatiable and, as a good Alpha, it was up to him to give them whatever they wanted.

They’d all been so needy for him lately. Even Makkari, who had Druig, had been coming to him more an more lately.

“Alpha,” Ajak moaned, taking one of his hands and placing it between her legs.

He ran his fingers on her wet folds, always so sweet and welcoming to him

Of all four, she was the one most eager for him, always. Sersi was more affectionate and confident in their relationship and both Thena and Makkari had their side partners to spend time with - in Gilgamesh and Druig - and never really needed him as much as they wanted him.

But Ajak was always eager to take whatever he offered her, looking for his company and so wet to be fucked he knew only an exchange of looks could get her ready for him sometimes.

“Ikaris,” Sersi called him, lips leaving his cock, and he felt her fingers running on his thighs, hungry. “I want to ride your cock.”

He lifted Makkari from his lips, pushing his fingers into her cunt and playing with her clit just as Thena leant to kiss her, sweet and hungry, humming something he couldn’t quite hear, but might as well be one of her sweet praises.

“And that’s how you ask?” he teased her. “Not nicely, not politely?”

Sersi whined.

“Please, Ikaris,” she begged. “May I have your cock? Can I ride, please, please?”

Ikaris smiled.

How could he ever deny her anything?

“Come now before Ajak beats you to it,” he instructed.

Makkari apparently took his hint, and sat back on his face, and he grabbed her hips, eating her out again.

By Arishem, Ikaris had never found a flavour he had favoured over another but omega slick was by beating to be the best.

He was glad he had mastered multitasking as he focus on eating Makkari - his cheeky Omega rubbing her clit against his nose - as he now fucked their leader with four fingers and Sersi impaled herself on his cock, taking her pleasure from him.

Ikaris was now just their toy, someone they could use to get filled and pleased.

He could already feel his knot tingling, threatening to pop. Sersi's lovely mouth already did wonders and her cunt only served to send him off, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his shaft.

"Now, now, little boy," Thena cooed. "She isn't done yet. None of us are."

He throbbed.

Fucking hell. Those Omegas were going to kill him one day.

He grunted, wanting to growl at her but with his mouth preoccupied, but his attention was pulled back to Makkari when she cried out, rubbing herself harder against him, moaning as she neared her release.

It always pleased him so much to hear Makkari's voice. It was so rare that she even used it, and it was deep and soft anytime she did. Hearing it meant he was doing something very, very right.

She finally came, covering his face with slick, and fell by his side on the floor, panting in bliss.

Before he could even have a moment to himself, Ajak grabbed his face, kissing him deeply.

"You want a ride next?" he offered, using the heel of his palm to rub her clit.

"I want to see your face when you cum," she hummed, moaning as he curled his fingers to find her sweet spot.

"Sersi," he moaned, reaching his free hand to grab her thigh. "Such a fucking good Omega."

She moaned, bouncing on his cock.

"My Sersi," he growled. "So good for your Alpha."

She just moaned more, Ajak's cunt squeezed his fingers.

"Ikaris," she cried.

"Cum for me, my sun," he coaxed his bouncy Omega. "Let me breed you up."

Sersi cried out, cunt fluttering around his cock as she came, and was still shaking on top of him when Ajak came just as well, coating his hand in her wetness.

Ikaris followed right after, eyes connected with hers as he came, dumping his seed into Sersi's cunt and knotting her, as his other Omegas just settled on his big bed - something he had had done especially for them.

Sersi curled on top of his chest, cuddling him as Ajak took his right side and Makkari took his left, and Thena lied across the top of his head, pulling his to rest his head on her soft stomach as she petted his hair.

"Our Alpha," Ajak kissed his cheek.

"Such a good Alpha, little Ikaris," Thena caressed his jaw.

Something filled him deeply. Devotion for his girls, and deep pride, for his Omegas were sated for now, and he could feel their love for him, each in their own way.

[averagebookfiend]

Just want to put out there that I haven't forgotten about my ikaris fanfi. I'm still working on it. Slowly but surely👍🏾

[starliteonearth]

Sersi/Ikaris AUs:

Kindergarten Teacher Sersi x Veteran Ikaris (Modern)

Student Government President Sersi x Star Quarterback Ikaris (Highschool)

Nurse Sersi x Soldier Ikaris (Historical War)

Florist Sersi x Tattoo Artist Ikaris (Modern)

Handmaiden Sersi x Prince Ikaris (Royalty)

Princess Sersi x Guard Ikaris (Royalty)

Museum Curator Sersi x CEO Ikaris (Modern)

Heiress/CEO Sersi x Bodyguard Ikaris (Modern)

History Major Sersi x Football Scholarship Ikaris (College)

Archeologist Sersi x Hired Guide Ikaris (Historical)

Paramedic Sersi x Firefighter Ikaris (Modern)

[dashesofink]

Sneak peek for untitled piece (lol)

“Either way, I’m still glad you wanted to talk, even if it is for five minutes.” You frowned at her statement, watching silently as she looked at the clock on her phone before she managed a sympathetic smile. “I should’ve told you before, but they called me at the last minute to teach, I’m sorry, y/n.” The smile you were wearing dropped within seconds after her comment, making you sigh and look down to the wooden table. She was gentle when she reached across the table to gave you hands a comforting squeeze, and once you looked up to catch her honey eyes, she gave you another smile. “But it’s alright, we still have time to talk. Tell me, how have you been?”

You always appreciated the woman’s concern about you, how she always tried to find ways to connect with you. Throughout your time wandering the world, never had you met someone as kind and gentle towards others as Sersi, it was almost as if the terms were created in her likeness. “I’ve been alright, everything has been pretty smooth since the last time we talked. Not much action or anything.” You shrugged in response, your fingers still held firmly in her palms until you pulled them back to cradle your own glass in your hands. She gave an understanding nod, her eyes softening for a moment before she urged you to speak again. “Any developments with your… condition?” While she knew the subject was no longer an issue for you to discuss with others, as you had told her years ago that it didn’t bother you to talk about it anymore, she still was considerate of how it used to affect you.

Your condition? You simply couldn’t age. That’s the main thing that helped you and Sersi to bond and become as close as you two were today. You remembered the first time you noticed your lack of aging about your thirtieth birthday or so, and that was about 4 centuries ago. It might’ve happened before then, but you didn’t notice until then. At that time in your life, you felt as if your world was going to end when your mother explained the curse that had been placed upon your family's name, only adding on to the confusion and worry you were already facing due to an existing crisis. Could you die? If wounded deep enough, it was possible. But diseases seemed to run away from you and soon you found that age was just another thing passing you in your life. Sersi was one of the only few people in the world that knew of you and your families condition, and though for a while it took some time for you to grow to realize that the only thing possible for you to do about it wasn’t to mourn and mop around, that’s when you began to travel the world. And that’s when you met Sersi. It didn’t take long for you to realize that she too had something special about her, and when you confronted her one day upon seeing her hands perform what looked like magic to others, you knew better than that. That was the day she told youth about herself and her little family of Eternals, as she called them. You both had a long chat about everything, from their first day on Earth, to their sad and woeful separation to now. Of course, there were some missing pieces on your side of your own story, as Thanos’ appearance made it hard for anyone to go about and have a normal life on earth, and since your return from the Blip, it felt as if you were walking on a whole new world, not the earth you had grown up seeing change. She knew about you, and you knew about her. It was as simple as that, and that’s how your friendship started.

“You know, not many people want to try and find a counter-spell for a curse that stops you from aging.” You tried to make the situation sound as lighthearted as possible. Though yes, it was still a sore subject after four centuries of living, but that doesn’t mean you had to sulk about it. “But hey, I have plenty of time to find someone who might be able to help.” You told her with a grin, and Sersi couldn’t help smile at your change in outlook on the life you inherited. She gave your hand a small pat before once again looking at her phone, and you both realized it was way past her time to chat when a grimace flashed across her face. “You should head to your class, we can always meet up again afterwards. Are you doing something later tonight?”

Sersi gave it a moment of thought as she stood up from her seat, you following her lead and gathering your things together before you both stepped out into the crisp London air. “I think Dane and I are going to visit a small party somewhere, but I still don’t know all of the details on that.” You always did prefer the cold weather to hot, and once you felt the cool breeze nip at your skin as you stood outside of the café, you let out a calming breath before you nodded at Sersi to continue speaking. “If we do, you should join us. I’m not sure if Sprite will be joining us, but either way, you should tag along. It might be fun to meet someone.” Her shoulder knocked into yours in a teasing manner before you shook your head, the both of you laughing a bit before she gave your shoulder a gentle pat. “Still, it was nice chatting with you, y/n. I’m glad you’ve been doing well.”

“Me too.” You nodded in agreement before stuffing your hands deep into your jacket pockets. A smile played at your lips as you began to take a few steps backwards, and you watched as she turned on her heels to head in the opposite direction and towards the location of her school before you called back to her. “It was nice to chat, be safe and have fun teach, professor!” Your little nickname for her was only a joke, and you watched as she contemplated turning around to smack you on the shoulder, but instead she decided to only wave your off before jogging towards her intended location.

[thebitterflamingo]

Heart of Gold

Aka

The Sersi as Midas story that wouldn’t get out of my head after that one line in the movie - you know the one. Plus, I have this headcanon that it’d be possible for Sersi to accidentally use her powers on the other Eternals because they’re inorganic beings and that’s how they find out they’re basically really fancy robots. (Sprite is somehow turned human in the movie their powers don’t make that much sense let me have this headcanon.)

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Sersi doesn’t remember what they were fighting about.

Sprite was annoying enough on a good day, but with the Greek and Trojan war pending, everyone was on edge.

The Eternals were divided on who to support. Most of them, including Thena, Makkari, Phastos, and Ajak were adamant in their support of the Greeks. Druig had taken a neutral stance, offering (like always) to diffuse the situation entirely. The other were explaining (like always) why this wasn’t a viable solution, when Sersi interrupted.

“Maybe we should help the Trojans.”

Everyone went silent, staring at her like they worried she might have developed Mahd Wy’ry or a second head.

“They’re just trying to defend their homes,” she continues quietly. “Sure, Paris may have messed up, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the Trojans should die because of him.”

Ikarus, who’d had yet to express an opinion despite Sprite trying to recruit him to the Achaeans’ side, was now nodding.

“I think Sersi has a point,” he says, and Sersi smiles at him gratefully.

She doesn’t understand why this sets Sprite off, but one minute, she’s quietly standing in the corner, staring at their tactical maps, and the next she’s blowing up at Sersi.

“So we’re so bad because we want justice for the Greeks now?” she snipes, voice an octave higher than usual. “Is that it??”

“That-that’s not what I meant,” Sersi stammers out, hurt, but Sprite barely seems to hear her.

“I know exactly what you meant,” Sprite snaps. “Sersi, with her heart of gold, here to save the day again.”

Something inside Sersi hardens. How dare Sprite insinuate Sersi is doing this for her own image?? This is people’s lives they’re talking about. If anyone doesn’t seem to be recognizing the gravity of this conversation, it’s Sprite.

Sersi opens her mouth to say all this, but Sprite whirls to leave. Sersi grabs her arm before she can. Sprite stares at her in shock and it takes Sersi a second to realize why.

She watches in shock as color creeps up Sprite’s arm, leaching the lively flush from the flesh and turning it cold and hard. Sprite’s limb is rigid in Sersi’s grip as they both freeze, Sersi from shock and Sprite from something else. Something Sersi is doing to her.

A strong grip wrenches Sersi away from Sprite and it takes her a minute to realize she’s being crushed in Gilgamesh’s arms.

“Can’t. Breathe,” she gasps as he stares worriedly to where Phastos and Ajak are quickly surrounding Sprite, obscuring her body from view. His attention shifts back to Sersi and his vice grip loosens quickly.

“Sorry,” he says, something like regret (and fear?) in his voice.

Gilgamesh’s grip isn’t harsh, Sersi notes with relief. He’s not treating her like an assailant, but he is careful not to touch her bare skin, Sersi realizes, a shard of ice shooting down her spine.

“I thought your power only worked on inorganic objects?” Gilgamesh was muttering into her hair, as if hoping she’d explain herself. Explain, at least, that she hadn’t meant to do- well, whatever she’d done.

She could reassure him of the second part, but didn’t know what to make of the first. She’d done something she didn’t know she was capable of. Something awful she still didn’t know the full extent of, to a friend, a family member, and for the first time, she was scared of herself.

She watches in confusion as Ajak runs her hands over Sprite’s curiously rigid form, shaking her head. She still can’t see her face, but she can tell Sprite’s skin tone looks off somehow.

It must be bad if Ajak can’t fix it.

Something in Sersi breaks.

At some point Ikarus materializes by her side. Sersi barely notes his arrival through her numb haze. “What did I do to her, what did I do?” The thought runs through her head over and over and she might have said it out loud at some point if Gilgamesh’s somber expression is anything to go by.

“What did you do to her?” Ikarus asks, surprisingly calmly, and it takes her a moment to realize someone else is giving voice to the question.

“What did I do?” Sersi echoes, hollowly.

Her vision blurs and suddenly she’s collapsing, being cradled in someone’s arms, arms more gentle than Gilgamesh’s.

What was happening?

Was she passing out? She’d seen Gilgamesh knock people out like that, by squeezing them, but that wasn’t right. He’d let go hadn’t he?

“Hey, breathe,” the person holding her says gently. Definitely not Gilgamesh.

Ikarus’ face swims back into focus as her breathing calms.

“Better?” he asks, concern on his face.

That’s wrong too, she thinks. He should be giving his concern to Sprite, where she’s now lying down on the floor, in a spot Sersi can just see over his shoulder. He shouldn’t waste it on her.

Ikarus notices where she’s looking and quickly tries to pull her attention away.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Ikarus says, still in that tone of voice. Like she’s a wild animal. Like she’s dangerous.

She’s heard Gilgamesh speak that way to Thena before, and it scares her.

Her breathing picks up again.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Ikarus says, cupping her face in his hands. “Sprite is ok and so are you.”

“What did I do to her?” Sersi asks once more, and Ikarus bites his lip, before seeming to decide that seeing Sprite might actually help Sersi’s panic.

“Come on,” he says gently, guiding her to her feet gently by her elbow.

They hobble together over to Sprite’s inert form, where Sersi once again collapses to her knees.

Ajak shifts a bit to block Sersi’s access to Sprite, which hurts a bit but is probably justified, but they let her see her at least. Sersi sort of wishes they didn’t.

Sprite looks wrong, her legs and arms bent rigidly in a weird pose, and it takes a moment for Sersi to realize she’s still posed like she was when she was standing, despite her current position on the floor.

Her skin and clothes are all a weird, waxy yellow, and it takes Sersi a minute to recognize the hue as gold.

Ajak and Phastos won’t let her touch Sprite, but Sersi is suddenly certain that if she did, she’d be cold and hard to the touch.

Like metal.

Like solid gold.

She remembers the last thing that Sprite had said.

“Sersi with her heart of gold, saving the day again.”

And suddenly a historical laugh threatens to bubble from her throat.

She realizes why Ajak can’t fix her, why Phastos is by her side now.

Sprite had been turned into gold.

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There’ll probably be a second part of this with the robot reveal and comfort portion but we’ll see.