#ikaris x sersi fanfic

[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👍🏾

[peterbarnes]

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.”

[inkareds]

✧. 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'

[hrtbreakanniversary]

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.

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"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 👀

[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.

[where-theres-smoak-2]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Eternals (Movie 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ikaris/Sersi (Marvel) Summary:

'He felt excitement bubbling in his chest as he pulled back the flap of their animal hide shelter. Sersi was nestled under a mountain of furs, her face relaxed and her breathing soft and steady as she rested peacefully. He almost didn't want to wake her she looked so peaceful but he also knew she wouldn't want to miss this.'

Ikaris has a surprise for Sersi whilst they hunt deviants together in Alaska.

Tried my hand at writing a ikersi fic. I tried to keep it fluffy. (I’m a sucker for angst though). 

[idatebucky]

Hi! If you like Ikaris you might want to check out my Character Study on him :) It was made with lots of love.

[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😊

[eternalslover]

OMG

I LOVE THIS

I LOVE HIM

I LOVE EVERYTHING

Attention please?

.ೃ࿐ Pairing: Kingo x F!Reader

.ೃ࿐ Genre: Fluff <3

.ೃ࿐ Warnings: None just Kingo being an absolute darling

.ೃ࿐ Summary: Kingo is trying to get your attention

“BABE ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?” Asked Kingo while turning around in bed so he could look at you. “Yeah of course.” You mumbled while your eyes stayed fixated on the screen of your laptop.

Keep reading

[inkareds]

✧. In Every Lifetime ✧. Chapter 2 - The Kingdom of Attica

✧.* word count: 4.8k (yes I did get carried away) ✧.* warnings: mentions of suicide, terrible geography on my part, a lot of Greek Mythology details and tidbits for you nerds ✧.* genre: Angst? Cliffhanger ending // NSFW only cause of the death part

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Series summary: Druig had always thought you were a curious individual, always muttering something under your breath and always being able to save other people’s lives. He would’ve never thought you were more curious than he ever thought possible.

PS THERE ARE NOTES AT THE END THAT EVERYONE SHOULD READ FOR CONTEXT ON THE CONFUSING PARTS!! After eradicating the threat in Babylon, Ajak thought that leaving the city painted in memories of you would do Druig some good, all the while he laments on the memories of the two of you.

Human beings are mortal. Healing took longer, they felt more pain, and most importantly, they aged. Their bodies rot and turn to dust as they wither and die. The Eternals knew this. As far as the humans were concerned, they could only help them live until their own bodies eventually killed them. Death, was a part of human nature. However, this allowed their lives to become more precious.

Yet, that made it even more unfair that in such a short time, Death took you away from him.

However, as human after human dies, time still moves on.

And time did move.

Druig took his time moving on, however. With all the time in the world, he would take his sweet time savouring the moment you gave him. Lamenting for a moment, about what could’ve pushed you to do such a thing. You, the oddest human he’s ever met, yet, the kindest.

There is a part of him that wishes he had heard what you whispered before you plunged yourself into the cold hands of Death. Maybe he would have gained a little more insight into why you did what you did. Also, why his powers did not work on you.

As a side note, he didn’t tell his fellow Eternals about that little part of you. At least initially. You were a close friend to all of them, though particularly close to Druig. He didn’t want to plague their minds with questions that plagued his own when they were grieving.

Though eventually, he did so. He took his time, and they took theirs. Then, the questions started to pop out. Questions he knew he couldn’t answer by himself. Questions he thought the rest would be able to help him answer.

How wrong he was.

“What do you mean you couldn’t control her mind?” Ikaris asked his brow furrowed in confusion as he stood straighter, with both hands crossed over his chest.

“Exactly that, I couldn’t control her mind. What part of that statement confuses you?” Druig’s accent came off stronger as he shot back with malice.

It was only natural for any kind of interaction between him and Ikaris to be filled with poison and irk. It came to a point where it would’ve been odd if the two of them didn’t constantly butt heads. He remembered how the sharp interactions between him and Ikaris were much more mellow when you were still here.

“Druig, didn’t you say you could enter her mind in the past?” Ajak stepped between Druig;s and Ikaris’ line of sight. “I did,” he answered, “I only tried it once, but I couldn’t make her step away from the ledge. As if something was blocking me.”

“Blocking you?” This time Sprite was the one who spoke out, mostly out of confusion and not a real question directed at him. Druig only nodded in response as the others mulled over at the new piece of information provided to them.

He remembered the first and only instance where he read your mind. He and the others were just about to venture outside the city walks to look for an escaped Deviant. When you had asked if he would go to a specific area outside. At first, he said he didn’t know, seeing as how they would be following the Deviant’s tracks.

When seemed to deflate, Druig asked you what made that specific area special, when, if he remembered correctly, was just an arid desert. You shook your head and assured him that it didn’t matter. It was then that he, at the time, did something he thought was harmless.

He entered your mind to find out the answer to his question himself. Fully intending on teasing you about it afterwards, reminding you that he had powers. Sure, it was a breach of privacy, but again, he didn’t think much of it at the time.

Well he got his answer, a rare flower grew there. Blooming only this season. A flower you haven’t been able to find anywhere else and you wanted desperately.

In return for his answer, he was met with your frightened expression.

Wide eyes with stiffened body posture, as if what he did angered you so.

Druig remembered your shaky voice as you asked if he had seen anything he shouldn’t in your head. From the shock of it all, and in a desperate attempt to calm you down, he spoke the truth, no amount of teasing or malice in his tone.

That day, before he went out to hunt for the Deviant, you had made him swear to never go into your mind ever again. Something that, had you not been someone so special to his heart, he would’ve taken with malice. But because it had been you that asked, he agreed.

The rest of the day, you had grown so cold to him that, for once in his life, he felt guilty for using his power. He remembered returning from the hunt with the flower in his hand, using it as an outlet for an apology. The same flower you tended to right after you had shared your first kiss with him.

Seeing the terror in your eyes was enough for him to never look into your mind again, lest he wanted you to hate him.

Though, that didn’t matter now anymore, did it?

“Did she ever act odd to you?” Phastos asked. Druig lamented on the best way to answer such a question. In truth, yes, you did act odd a lot of the time. Despite your age, you had the intelligence alike of someone not your age.

Then there were your tiny odd quirks. Again, how your plants were still able to grow, albeit slower, in the dead of winter. How you healed quicker than most humans, even if broken bones didn’t take days to recover. You healed cuts and bruises in a significantly faster rate than he would expect form a normal human.

You seldom, if ever, got sick. When your gashes and cuts were dirtied, there was never a time where you were hit with an infection.

During the days when you were still with him. Druig chalked up your interesting healing to your luck. Stating in his mind that you must’ve just been lucky and he shouldn’t question it too much if he didn’t want to jinx it.

But now that you were gone. Those questions ran rampant through his head.

He remembered the time you were stabbed by a thief, shielding a man from the blow. He remembered the way his heart dropped, thinking you would surely die from the amount of blood you had lost. Only to be met with laughter and banter when you woke up in the doctors.

A week later, you were tending to your garden and practising your dances as if you hadn’t just experienced a life-threatening event.

Now that he thought about it, you weren’t very, human.

Physically, you had to be. After all, you died. You fell to your demise and your heart stopped the moment your bones cracked from the impact. Despite this, there was one possibility.

You could’ve been a human with powers. There was now ay someone like you, who’d jump at the first sight of danger to rescue someone, live that long. You had survived a dozen too many life-threatening events.

Though it was definitely a mystery. To him and to the others.

Once more.

Time passed on.

The memory of you and your supposed powers lingered in everybody’s minds. Being brought up every once and a while. But they had to move on from the past. You were dead, there was no way in calling the dead off the grave. Not to mention the fact that they had a job to finish.

Destroy the Deviants, return to Olympia.

Druig still cherished you though. He held dear to his heart the short time you and he spent together. Despite the fact that your very existence was shrouded with mystery he didn’t see at the time when his eyes were covered with rose coloured lens.

As Babylon grew and flourished without the ever-looming threat of the Deviants. The Eternals moved on to the next kingdoms and cities. They explored other flourishing lands under the threat of Deviants. And their next stop? The great large land of what is in the far future will be known as Greece.

Right now though, they were simply going to a small Kingdom with the name of Attica. A Kingdom located in Southern Central Greece.

Not that Druig really cared. Thena on the other hand, loved the entirety of Greece, war and all. Gilgamesh had mused that it must’ve been due to the way the Greeks practically praised the ground where Thena walked on. Prophesizing that she was sent by Athena herself.

They hadn’t been to any part of Greece in quite some time, but now that the Deviants had come back to the land, no doubt due to the Greeks’ growing intelligence. The Eternals make their long-awaited return.

On their journey there, Druig came across a flower he had never thought to see again. There growing from the ground, right outside a temple on the edge of Attica, grew a beautiful, familiar, flower. White petals with tiny yellow ones crowning its middle. He knew the flower.

It was that same flower he used as an apology.

Seeing it brought old memories back to him. It brought a sense of bittersweet sadness. Wanting to keep his uncaring demeanour, he looked around to see the other Eternals walking about; thinking none of them was paying attention to him, he softly picked the flower from the ground and went to pocket it.

“I didn’t know you liked flowers, Druig.” Druig quickly stopped himself from pocketing the delicate flower, masking his surprise when he heard Ajak’s voice behind him. He opened his mouth to reason why he wanted the flower when she spoke again, cutting him off, “You don’t have to explain.” She chuckled.

He rolled his eyes as a relaxed smile made its way onto his expression. She looked at the flower Druig was holding, her eyes observing its petals.

“The narcissus flower,” she hummed to herself. “You know, here, these flowers represent Persephone.” Ajak explained. Usually, Druig would have stopped her before she could continue. Noting on how he didn’t need to know the lore of imaginary gods the humans’ created.

But realizing Ajak knew quite a bit about a flower that clearly meant something to you made him intrigued. He wanted to learn more about your interest. If not for himself, but to feel, perhaps, more connected to you, over the grave.

“They say it was the flower Hades used as a lure to abduct Persephone so that he could wed her. Nowadays, the flower represents eternal love, beauty, and,” Ajak paused. Clearing her throat as if the word was stuck in it. Druig quirked his head to the side in confusion. “An early death.”

He chuckled dryly at the coincidence.

“How fitting.” He bitterly responded before pocketing the flower and catching up with all the others. Leaving Ajak, to sigh.

It would take an idiot to not be able to see that Druig was still hurting. Even after all these years, he still seems to remember ever last second of interaction with you. The mind reader might benefit from moving away from the last remnants of what was left of you by leaving Babylon, Ajak hoped. Perhaps, it was time for him to move on.

Just like all of them had suspected, once they arrived at the city’s centre. Word quickly spread about the oddly dressed visitors who came into the city moments after a large flying object was seen in the sky, which they didn’t know was the Domo. All speaking a language foreign to the native tongue of the locals and foreigners from trading zones.

It didn’t take long for the many historians, philosophers, and librarians quickly gathered their wit to inform the King on who they were. They came up with old texts, created by generations before them. Dictating the Eternals’ glory and battles against the monsters, especially, Thena’s.

It didn’t help that they killed a Deviant whilst all of this was unfolding, in front of many Atticans and otherwise. Making everyone truly realize that these were the people written by their ancestors, coming back to rescue them.

Popularity, soon followed.

With the King inviting them to a large banquet held under their name in his palace later that night. His people tried to tend to anything the Eternals could ever want. Asking if they needed anything every few minutes. The academics questioned their technology, their life, their physiology, everything. The heroes and soldiers were even worse.

It was rather stifling, especially to Druig. Who didn’t care much for popularity nor the love of the people around him. Despite this, the others were able to deal with it much easier. Especially, Thena, who unlike everyone else. Basked in the attention, she grinned as children swarmed around her. Asking her if she was Athena herself, only for their mothers to shut them up, afraid of divine wrath.

Even Sprite, ended up decorating the roofs of people’s houses with images of the war stories the soldiers told.

So, it wasn’t a surprise that they ended up split up. Each of them doing something somewhere, agreeing to meet later in the night after the King’s banquet back in the Domo. Leaving Druig and Makkari alone in a quieter part of the large city.

Even then, academics followed them around. They questioned about the language he and Makkari spoke. Not familiar with the sign language nor the English language, that in the future, will become the norm. Though Makkari could quickly leave the area, a part of her felt sympathy to Druig who would surely be scolded by Ajak if he hypnotized everyone to leave him alone.

It was then that, all of the sudden, someone tapped both their shoulders, causing them to turn around. There in front of them, stood a woman. With the way she was dressed, Druig assumed she was a priestess at a temple. Perhaps Demeter’s or Artemis, thought he colours of her robes were much darker than the pure white usually adorned by priestesses.

The shawls that usually sat on priestesses’ shoulders sat atop of her head, covering a large portion of her face. Allowing them to only see her smile.

“Excuse me; myself and a few others offered your friends some solace and rest in our temple. Would you like to join them?”

Though it was a polite invitation, Druig could read between the lines. The young priestess was offering them a place to rest away from all the philosophers, academics, historians, and the like from bothering them. After all, in normal circumstances, the temples were a sacred place.

None of them would dare follow him or Makkari inside.

Regarding the offer, both of them excused themselves as their audience threw the priestess a sharp glare. To which she responded with a sweet smile. Druig noted how realization seem to cross their faces and immediately they shrank back into their seats, regretting the malice they shot at her.

As she led the two of them to where the rest had gathered, she spoke, “I must apologize for our people’s excitement for your arrival. We had believed that the Gods would send us warriors to save us from the monsters. They assumed those warriors are you.”

At this statement, Druig couldn’t help but let his mischievous nature take over. “Do you not think so?” he asked. Signing the entire conversation to Makkari so she could still understand their conversation.

He saw a fond smile on the priestess’ face under her hood before responding, “No, you weren’t sent by the Gods. This I know,” she turned to them, stopping in her tracks. “But you did come here to defeat those monsters, haven’t you?”

“You’re right on the last point,” Druig couldn’t help but want to drawl out the conversation longer. A sense of weird longing in his heart. “But how are you so sure we weren’t sent by your Gods? The locals seem to believe Thena was sent by Athena herself.”

She laughed at that, “If you were truly sent by the Gods, or at least Thena by Athena. I would know.” She turned and continued the walk.

Before Druig could ask more what she meant by that, the three of them had arrived at their destination. It was a distance from the markets which allowed the busying noise not to interrupt their rest, but close enough that they could walk back to civilization.

In front of them stood a vast temple. Beautifully carved, with marble pillars and stairs. In the middle of it lay an ample enclosed space. On the steps, Sersi and Ikaris stood awaiting their arrival.

“I was wondering where the two of you were. Come in, the King came by half an hour ago, he agreed to have the banquet here instead of the busy palace.” Sersi chuckled. “And how did he even agree to that?” Makkari signed.

Ikaris was the one to respond. “Well, not easily. Though, she helped.” He gestured towards the priestess who shook her head with a smile. “The King seems to listen to you.” he shrugged.

“Lucky me I suppose.” Was her only response, “Well then, I shall take my leave. I hope you enjoy the meals we’ve prepared for you, Druig, Makkari.” The priestess bowed her head in respect before slinking away to the interior of the vast temple.

It was at that moment that Druig realized something. He doesn’t remember telling the young priestess his name. Not only that, he remembered distinctly in their last trip there, his name was not written in any of the texts. Unlike Makkari, who, though never told her name, would understand why the priestess knew of it. How then? How did she know who he was?

It seemed Makkari noticed this too, as while they made their way inside the temple, she signed to him. “I didn’t think you told anyone your name here?”

Druig stayed silent, letting both of them lament in their confusion over the odd priestess who seem to know more than she lets on.

He lets those thoughts wander to the back of his mind when he entered the temple. Choosing instead to observe the great architectural wonder around him. The ceilings crept into the sky like never ending beams, the top littered in dark paintings. As he made his way into the middle of the temple, a structure stood tall and proud.

It was a statue of a tall man with a large beard and long curly hair. He held a staff in one hand and on the other was a chain, tied to a sitting three-headed dog beside him.

Hades.

This was a temple for hades. One of the few in the Pantheon he cared to remember. Despite this, a temple standing this grand and large confused him. The Greek s honoured the God of the Dead through their funeral rites rather than temples and offerings.

It hit him now that, the priestess leading them must’ve been a loyal servant of Hades, and she had mentioned there were others like her. That fact itself, was as equally perplexing.

Walking past the statue and the middle of the entrance, he didn’t realize how substantial the interior actually was. From the outside, whilst it did look big. It was nothing compared to the sheer size it was inside.

The room with the statue continued further back, acting as a large hallway. It had small tables and chairs beautifully crafted and a fountain with running water. The hallway of an entrance room ended with a large, ornate-looking white door, which he couldn’t be bothered to wonder how to open. On either sides of him were doors to another room. They were simpler in design than the one at the end of the room.

One of them he suspected to be a place where people would offer and pray.

The other was already opened, showing the others inside with a large table in the middle filled with food and drinks.

Druig entered the room, noting to explore the large temple later on.

The day proceeded as it usually did. With no sightings of the Deviants, therefore right now, the Eternals could rest and talk amongst themselves. Indulging on delicious foods and fruits provided by the King and the locals. Who, actually did pay them a visit. Though, he wouldn’t stay for very long though, an hour at most, excusing himself as he had things to tend to.

It would be a few hours before they’d retire back to the Domo to sleep. Then tomorrow, they’d wake and search the lands for these hiding Deviants.

Druig, though, was somewhat distracted. The hooded priestess entered the room several times, putting more food and drink on the table. Never staying, unlike her fellow priestesses who listened to stories and flirted with everyone else regardless of gender.

One thing he found quite curious too was the way the King acted around her when he still dined with them. Druig didn’t want to believe Ikaris at first when he said the King listened to her, after all, she was a mere priestess, and he was the King. They’re known to be quite self-centred. The King acted familiar with the priestess.

She chatted with him and even seem to scold him at times when he would speak too loudly. There was a fondness in the way they interacted.

Another curious thing was the way she wouldn’t meet Druig’s gaze, nor interact with him.

She avoided filling his glass, letting the others do that whilst she filled every other person’s glass. Then there was the topic of her voice. There was a familiarity to them. It made his eyebrow quirk the first time he heard it. Causing him to want to drawl out what little conversations they had with one another.

But now, hearing it more often, even hearing her silent laughter as Kingo told a joke to the entire room. He couldn’t help but feel… warm?

He leaned towards Phastos who stood beside him. “Is she familiar to you?” Druig asked.

Phastos looked around the room to see who his friend was querying about. When his eyes landed on the hooded priestess just about to leave the room. He shrugged.

“The hooded one?” He asked almost unbelievingly. “She’s the head of the temple, the others say she’s not around as often as she is now. Said she travels around for business and the like, you probably saw her in passing.”

Druig squinted as she made her way outside the room, her smile dropping when she was outside everyone’s line of sight. He didn’t believe Phastos’ words at all. It wasn’t a good enough explanation.

So, before he left, Druig jabbed at the man, “For someone who’s supposed to eb the smartest among us, I didn’t think you could come up with something so unbelievable.” Phastos’ eyes grew wide and his mouth opened in shock as he stammered out a response, one Druig could not hear as he was already leaving the room.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to rest easy tonight without solving this small mystery of his, he pushed himself off from the pillar he was leaning on and walked towards the doorway. Ignoring Phastos’ question on where he was off to.

When he stepped outside, he realized he didn’t know where she went.

Druig reasoned that there was no way she could go back outside. The temple, though near enough to reach the markets with a walk, was still isolated. In addition, it was quite dark outside, making travel a fool’s errand. Therefore, she must’ve been in the temple itself.

It shouldn’t be difficult to find her. Though the internal part of the temple was separated into four rooms, the middle with the statue, the left which he just left from, the room closed by an ornate door, and the one he was facing right now. The one he was sure was where the offerings were made.

The room itself, except for the one with the ornate door, he wasn’t so sure about that one, was open. There wasn’t any other structure to obstruct the view of anyone in the doorway from seeing everything else in the large rooms.

Finding one priestess in a relatively empty temple, seeing as how the others were still indulging themselves with his friends, shouldn’t be too challenging.

Surely, she must have been going to offer something to her God. So that was where he went in first.

Druig opened the door in front of him, immediately being greeted with the sweet soft smell of freshly picked flowers. The room was smaller than the ones the rest were eating in; though thinking back to normal sized temples, it was still quite a huge area.

There was a smaller version of the statue in the entryway in the middle back of the room, though it was still almost the height of Druig himself. Surrounding the statue, on its feet, were various trinkets, flowers, and even money.

In front of the statue, kneeling, was the woman he was looking for.

Her back was to him but he could already tell the hood was still secured to cover her face. Seeing her position, she seemed to be praying. Something to add to the growing list of oddities about this woman.

Being a priestess to the God of the Dead was one thing. Praying to him, was a whole other thing he didn’t think any Greeks were willing to do. You see, the Greeks tended to try not to take the attention of the God who governed over the dead too much. Lest they want to accidentally invoke the wrath of him or any of his souls.

Druig wanted to question her, but respecting her religion, he waited till she rose from her kneeling position. Showing him that she was finished praying.

“What is your name.” he wasted no time in trying to figure out who she was. She appeared surprised by his sudden appearance, quickly turning to meet the other person in the room with her.

Though, it only took mere seconds for her to go back to normal, an easy smile on her face.

“Shouldn’t you be enjoying your time with your fellow Eternals?” I’m sure you’ll have your hands full dealing with monsters tomorrow.” Checkmate.

Not only was she avoiding his question, she said something that basically cemented the fact that she knew more than she let on. “Little priestess,” he practically purred with threat as he made his way closer to her, “Only my friends and I know what we’re called.” He paused, “And I don’t think I recall ever telling you we’re called Eternals.”

She was practically frozen on the spot at this point.

“Well, I- I must’ve heard it in passing, excuse me.” As she tried to duck away from him towards the doorway he cut her off. “I didn’t take you to for the secretive type.” He sarcastically remarked, as he practically blocked the doorway with his body, his elbow resting on the wood of the door. “I’ll ask again, what is your name?”

He saw how her breath hitched against her throat at the closeness, all before she answered. “Kore.”

Perhaps, she thought it would be a satisfactorily answer, as another easy smile, albeit a more nervous one, graced her features.

“Kore?” he repeated. Watching as she nod, her features slightly twitching, as if she heard something. “I didn’t think anyone here would be dumb enough to name their child after one of your Goddesses.”

Druig heard her gasp as he moved his face closer to her. It was meant to be a threatening gesture, but it almost felt natural to him.

“Unless,” he spoke, “You’re Persephone herself, disguised as a human.” He remarked. It was supposed to be an offhanded comment, but the way she reacted made him even more perplexed. Her entire body stiffened and her mouth hung agape.

Now, Druig knew a lot of things; having lived thousands of years, he was much more knowledgeable than humans could ever be. But, he knew better than to think he had all the knowledge in the world. And with the way she acted after his remark? He started to question his own mind.

Was there a chance, that she was truly Persephone? Did the myriad of Pantheons the humans created actually exist?

“Excuse me.” She immediately tried to force her way out of the room, her entire body colliding with Druig as she tried to move him out of the way.

At the sudden movement, Druig grasped her arm. The sudden halt caused her hood to fall out of place. Revealing her face to him.

His heart, stopped.

Hi there! Red here andddd I'd just like to add on information here in case anyone reading this isn't very familiar with Greek history on mythology. First off, I'm too lazy to search up the geography of old Greece so, I literally don't know if Greece was a country back then or not BUT ATTICA IS A REAL PLACE! Secondly!!!

It’s very rare to see a temple dedicated to Hades and even more rare to see worshipers of him, not because he’s not respected or anything (he’s VERY respected since he’s the God of wealth too) but it’s more of like, I’m not going to jinx myself or other people around me to an early death.

They usually give respects to him during burials. But, for plot sake, let’s assume there are temples for Hades and he has devoted worshipers. How the temple was allowed to be so huge will be an important detail later on.

Right this whole fanfic is just an excuse for me to nerd out about Greek Mythology, culture and etc. EXTRA BTW LMAO Any time the reader and any of the eternals are talking, they're talking in the local langauge of the area. The Eternals speaking English is like a foreign futuristic language.

[hrtbreakanniversary]

HONESTY; druig [intro]

summary: the police has some questions. 

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: language, aggressiveness, mentions of blood

a/n: so the eternals will not be immortal nor will they have their powers. but I tried to fit their "jobs" with what their powers were.

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NEW YORK

The crimson liquid dripped down her hands onto the blue marbled floor. Her body shaking with her eyes stared straight ahead. A single thought haunting her as this blood didn’t belong to her. Blood never bothered her. It shouldn’t. She’s dug her hands into a body to retrieve a bullet. Shit, this was nothing compared to the pools of blood she’s stepped in but it was the way it got onto her hands. She killed someone. Frantically, she budged her hands to rub the now cold blood off her hands but the handcuffs dug into her wrists, preventing her from moving a single centimeter.

“Hey quit that.” The blonde detective with the badge perched on her hip slammed several files onto the mahogany table in front of the timid girl. Y/N ignored her, still struggling with tears brimming her eyes to get rid of the disgusting feeling. The chain made a jingling noise and the metal feet of the chair constantly scraping due to her current state of uncooperativeness and the tense air, the sound was irking to a close ear. “I said stop.” 

She didn’t listen. 

“This bitch.” The blonde mumbled underneath her breath. Reaching her hand out to physically stop the girl, her moves were halted by the other figure in the room. Sergeant Barnes didn’t need to say anything with his eyes telling all. Telling Sharon Carter to back off with the slight movement on his eyes. She didn’t need to be told twice and he wasn’t going to tell her twice. Even Y/N had stopped budging at the sound of another voice entering the room. She didn't know how she should feel. If she should be mad at the both of them or not. If she should feel betrayed that somebody she thought were friends to her were only foes. Once Agent Carter had calmed down and took her seat from across the table, he moved from the corner of the room to sit himself onto the table. His clothed leg brushed against her bare skin who was quick to flinch away like her skin was being burned.

“Want to tell me about your friends?”, Barnes quipped, taking the files from Agent Carter.

No answer, no eye contact. Nothing.

"Okay." He opened up the crowded file to slip out a paper, placing it onto the table. "Want to tell me about her?" Finally moving her eyes, she looked at the picture on the table. Sersi. All dressed up in white. She knew in that photo she was right besides the tall feline in a dress that matched the two other bridesmaids. That day was perfect. Everyone was happy. Everything was going fine. Until everything turned to hell.

Silence.

Barnes cleared his throat," Right here it says is that she's the basically the head. She leads the whole group. Is that correct? What she says, you do. Nice to see her breaking gender norms and showing women can be in charge."

They've always been on top. You've just been too ignorant to have noticed.

He watched as Y/N's facial features changed, almost into a frown. But he continued and moved on to the next photo. Ikaris. "So what do you call him? A bodyguard? An assistant? Oh no, I've heard he does it all. He's the right hand man. Does all the dirty work for the boss, am I right?".

The only sounds in the room being the clicking of Carter's pen clicking rapidly. "Calm yourself, Agent." He said before pulling out another photo, piling them up on one another. Gilgamesh and Kingo. "Now we consider these two the fighters. Had a couple of witnesses and victims come forward about some incidents that occurred. Heard they beat someone to a pulp but didn't kill them. Sounds like they know what they're doing."

Barnes didn't even look up before he continued to the next photo. Thena. "Now this one... I heard she's good with her hands. She knows how to fight and I heard she makes all your weapons. You ever use any of her weapons yourself?" Barnes let out a dry laugh," It's okay, you won't be in trouble. I mean.... look at what you're in here for."

He pointed down at Y/N's hand but the girl remained still. Uncaring for what the man has to say. He moved on and set down two photos instead of one. Phastos. "While she makes your weapons, he aids in all other things. He gets and creates all the other supplies you need. Works with the technology too. He's a smart one. Too bad we're just a bit smarter."

"How do you know all of this?" Carter questioned. So unprofessional, Y/N almost rolled her eyes. How is she on this case in the first place if she doesn't know anything she's getting into?

Makkari. "Now I heard this one is quick on her feet. She's the one on the ground, doing all the sneaky and hands on work. Pretty impressive, considering she's deaf. Not that I'm saying her disability should be a disadvantage. Maybe because she's so quiet, she can easily slip through all the cracks."

Sprite. "Now this one I was pretty concerned about. What is a minor doing in the middle of all this? At first, I wondered what was her purpose. But coming from the video footage, she works along well with Makkari. Tiny human, she is. Juvie should be sweet to her."

There was a long pause. As if Barnes was debating even. Before he pulled out the last photo. All air had escaped from Y/N's lung. It's been two months but the man still had the same effect on her as he always did. Druig. " Master manipulator. He has a way with words and somehow he can convince somebody to do anything he wants. He messes with people's mind and he can get into your head." Barnes watched as tears filled Y/N's eyes.

As if Carter finally got a hint," Did he manipulate you as well?" With a pitiful look on her face, Carter stood up to get closer to Y/N. "Did he use-"

Through heaves of breaths. Through the sobs that broke out from her holding her breath. With red rimmed eyes and pure look of hatred she interrupted the blonde," You don't know anything."

[jupitersmoon167]

So it’s been a week since I’ve posted my Khonshu/Marc/Steven x Eternal!Reader idea (seen here), and my mind has been wandering, crafting scenarios surrounding this idea. And I thought, why not share? Especially since a lot of people seem to like this idea.

I would like to note once again that these ideas are free for anyone to write about, I’m not planning on writing anything about this (at the moment at least), so if anyone wants to write a Moon Knight fanfic involving an Eternal!Reader, go ahead! I highly encourage it!

Moving on to my additional thoughts:

So after the reader reveals herself to Marc/Steven (how does Jake factor into this I’m just realizing?) after the deviant attack, and when she reveals her purpose for being on Earth and her past relationship with Khonshu, how would the Moon boys react?

I’d imagine they’d both be angry, Marc more so than Steven (at least in my mind). They’d question whether or not their relationship with the reader was genuine, or if they were just being used as a means to see Khonshu? And there’s the fact that she isn’t from Earth, and that she’s a being more than 7,000 years old sent by some cosmic power to protect humanity and helped shape the history of the planet, while at the same time not interfering with the atrocities committed by humans. So I’d imagine they’d be quite angry with the reader. She of course tries to explain this to them, but a fight breaks out (the Moon boys aren’t as understanding as Dane), and harsh words are thrown at the reader (by Marc, Steven is mostly quiet).

And then she has to go.

“Marc, Steven, I need to take care of this.”

Marc laughs humorlessly. “Of course you do.”

“Marc-” she sighs.

“No, you know what? Go. Take care of your ‘mission’, or whatever the hell it is that you were sent here to do, and leave.”

“……I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“No, do both me and Steven a favor and never talk to us again.”

So the reader goes with Sersi, Sprite, and Ikaris to find the others. And as they progress along, she calls them when she can (they never pick up the phone) and leaves messages telling them about her journey.

“Hey, just landed in the States. We’re headed to Ajak’s place, I’ll call you when we get to her house.”

“Hey, um, so we got to Ajak’s. She……got attacked by a deviant and is…………Anyway, we’re flying back out again, probably going to find Kingo. Let me know if you get this, we’re in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not getting any service.”

“So, I’m realizing that you’re both probably ignoring me. Which is totally fair, believe me. I should’ve told you guys the truth from the start, and I regret not doing that. But regardless, I’m going to keep sending you updates. Though you’re most likely not going to listen to them anyway. We’re heading to Australia to get Gilgamesh and Thena. I’ll be sure to update you on our progress soon…….I miss you, both of you.”

“Hey, sorry I haven’t called in a bit, things have been…..hectic. A lot of bombshells have been dropped and things just got much more complicated. I don’t want to bore you with the details, I’ll uh….tell you both all about it when I come back. Hey uh, when’s the last time you called you’re dad?”

“Screw the theatrics, I don’t even know if you’re even going to get this. We’re in the middle of the god damn Amazon, because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. He’s a stubborn bastard, but if we’re gonna pull this off we need him. I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when he’ll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-”

“We were attacked by deviants, Gilgamesh is dead……..he died protecting Thena. I’ve lost two of my family members in the span of a few days, and my friend is giving me the silent treatment. Are we even friends anymore? I know you said not to talk to you guys again, but frankly, I don’t know what I would do without you two.”

“……..I think this might be the last time I call you. I get it, I’ll stop contacting you. I just……I guess I was hoping that we could put this behind us and move on. But that’s obviously not gonna happen, is it? And frankly, I don’t blame you guys for ignoring me, you both have every right to hate and despise me. Just……yeah. Have a good life you two.”

“I know I said you wouldn’t hear from me ever again, but I just have to say this before the world is inevitably blown apart by a newborn celestial. I love you both, so so much. I just wish I got to tell you that in person, and not over the phone when I’m heading towards a live volcano to put a celestial to sleep. Regardless, I just wanted to let you two know. I’ll see you when this is all over, that is if you even want to see me. And if we don’t fail, and Ikaris doesn’t kill us. I probably should’ve mentioned that previously-”

It’s past 5am when I’m writing this, and I’m shit at writing dialogue (especially about feelings), but I just wanted to get this out before I fell asleep. If some of what I’ve described isn’t coherent, let me know, and I’ll discuss it further in length when I’ve gotten some shuteye 😂

I also wanted to add this kicker. I’d imagine it’s when Marc/Steven try to call the reader after (finally) hearing all the messages she left (it only took until they saw the Celestial emerge from the ocean on tv to hear them), only to get hit with this when they try to call her.

“We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or that is no longer in service…..”

So…..do with that as you will 😈

Once again, anyone is free to write anything regarding what I’ve given out. As long as I get a shoutout, I’m content with anyone taking what I’ve said and writing their own story.