You Ask Them To Leave The Room To Change ∣ marvel preferences
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Characters Included ➼ Ajak, Bucky Barnes, Druig, Gamora, Hela, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop, Loki Laufeyson, Maria Hill, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Okoye, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Pietro Maximoff, Sif, T'Challa, Valkeyrie, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova
Warnings ➼ Sexual innuendos, and obviously mentions of being naked.
Word Count ➼ 6,683 words
A/N ➼ Hope you enjoy reading ! I Was inspired by @orobaxis story 'Can you leave the room? I need to change.' I don’t think you realise how much I struggled with Matt’s part, it took me like a couple days to think of how it would go with him. Also so sorry this is a bit late then when I promised it would come out. This is also my longest work yet.
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Ajak !
“Darling, can you leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk over to the wardrobe. Ajak’s eyes follow you every move, as sits on the bed confused.
“Y/N, i have literally seen you naked so many times, darling. Why do I need to leave now?” She asks, her thick southern accent nearly making your knees buckle at the sound. Her eyes watch you look for clothes to wear, and it gives you butterflies.
“I just want some alone time. So are you able to leave the room while I change?” You repeated, wanting to go through with your prank. Ajak loves you so much and she respects and listens to you all the time. So she nodded her head, as she started walking over to the bedroom door. Her head bows down in disappointment as she makes a mental note to ask you why you wanted some alone time, and if anything is upsetting you.
“Ajak!” You call out as she walks past the doorway.
Just before she closes the door she calls out “yeah?”
“Come back here.” you demanded. Her head instantly rose up, and a smile started spreading on her face. She was practically jumping for joy as she walked back to you. Feeling like she is on cloud nine.
“Yes, Y/N?” she smiles, happy to be in your presence again. You reach out for her hand, and force her to stand closer to you. Your hands grab a hold on her hips, and you press your lips against hers.
When you pull apart, you rest your head against her. Both of you share the same intensely passionate gaze. “I was just pranking you, you can stay here.” you whispered against her lips.
“Thank god. I thought something was wrong.” she laughs. Her hand finds the small of your back, and forces you to come even closer to her and kiss her again.
“Nothing is wrong, baby.” You commented just before you pressed your lips against hers.
She pulls back, a cheeky smirk forming on her face. “Yes there is something wrong. You still wearing that towel.” Safe to say, you both forgot all about this prank.
Bucky Barnes !
“Hey Buck, are you able to leave the room real quick? I just need to get changed.” You ask. He looks up from his historical novel to look at you. His face shows that he is utterly stunned. One side of his mouth pulled to the side in a questioning manner. His eyebrows raised and scrunched up, trying to understand why you would want him to leave.
His mind immediately went to the negative side. He wonders what he has done to make you mad at him. Is she starting to resent me for my past? Does she not love me anymore? Am I doomed in life? Will I ever be loved?
You notice how Bucky stays still and avoids eye contact with you. Your heart falls down, feeling so guilty. You can tell he is not thinking helpful or good thoughts.
As you step closer, his head snaps towards you. Your footsteps bring him back to the present moment. “Why do you want me to leave? Have I done anything wrong? Because please let me know. Or if you are feeling insecure about the way you look, just know that I have seen you thousands of times, in all different ways. Naked, wrapped up in multiple layers, sweaty, shivering, naked, in swimmers, in lingerie, and in your pyjamas. I have seen your body also from many angles. There is nothing I haven’t seen before. If it isn’t about any insecurities you may have about your physical appearance, is it about any insecurities in this relationship? I-” you cut him off, by grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb against his knuckles. He looks up at you, his eyes starting to get glossy.
“I am so sorry, my love. I just saw this prank online where they asked their partners to leave the room so they can get changed. I am so sorry that I made you panic. Trust me I never ever want to leave you. Ever since you came into my life and we have started dating, I have felt whole. Also, you have made me fall in love with my body even more, around you I could never feel insecure.” You stated, placing a kiss on his lips between each sentence.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, his whole body changing in any instinct. His fingers rub away any tears, his hands have stopped shaking, he is taking deep breaths at a normal rhythm, and his face looks less twisted and stressed.
“I- I don’t know what to say.” He mumbles. “But I think you should make up for this.” He whispers before he pulls you in for a cuddle and a kiss on your forehead.
Druig !
“Hey Druig. Can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask.
Druig watches you walk past him, not even looking at his direction. Something is up. He sits up on the bed, and stares at you. You walk and act normally, it confuses him. Normally he would use his mind control, to maybe get an idea on what you are doing, but he promised to never do it on you. “No.” He grumbles, wanting to see how you play this out. His brain is completely confused by you.
You whipped your head at him. This isn't how you wanted the prank to play out. “What do you mean ‘no’?” You ask him, standing still as you raise your eyebrow at him. Egging him on, to continue speaking.
“No. Why would I start doing that now, when we haven't done that basically ever. Unless you have something planned for me, I don't see the reason why. I am your husband now, and it was made clear that I will happily enjoy seeing you in all different ways.” He explains, crossing his arms in annoyance. Not happy with your behavior at the moment.
You rolled your eyes, darn him and his quick thinking. You bite back your smile as you walk towards him. He raises his eyebrow at you, wondering what you are going to do next. You straddle his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. You place kisses from his right shoulder all the way up to his temple. Getting in nice and close to his ear you whisper “I was trying to prank you.”
You hear and feel his throat tightens and his breathing hitches, as his face rests against your neck. “You know, you shouldn’t prank a literal god. It won't do you any good.” he whispers, his hands snaking around your back and undoing your towel.
His hands go under your thighs as he picks you up, and he places you on the bed. Laying on your back, he takes his time to explore every part of your body.
Gamora !
“Gamora, can you leave the room while I get changed?” You ask her.
She looks up at you, completely confused. Her fingers stop playing with her knife, as places it on the bedside table. Getting off the bed, she walks over to you.
You stand in front of the wardrobe, looking for some clothes to wear. You ignore her footsteps, assuming she is leaving the room. Yet she stalks up from behind you, tilting her head in bewilderment. She hesitantly wraps her hands around your body. Afraid that you have actually been replaced, and someone is here to attack her. But your body smells the same intoxicating way, the same way that drives her insane in the best way. But you never acted like this before, you were never shy in front of her. You were the exact opposite, you loved showing off (your skills, body, etc) so you can receive praise from her. Her hands gently press against your stomach, unsure of who you are. An enemy or yourself. She doesn't know if she should hold you down more firmly, just in case you attack her.
“Y/N?” She asks, her voice wavering.
“Yes, love?” You respond. Your same sweet tone of voice, confused Gamora even more. There are so many signs that point towards your figure actually being you. But the way you acted and asked that question still rings alarm bells in her head. Her past life is glooming in the back of her mind.
“Y/N Y/L/N? Why are you acting like this? Is something wrong?” Gamora’s voice started sounding more scared, and that sound shattered your heart. You love her, and you know she loves you because you don't hate her for her past. And now from the sound of her voice, you can assume that her past betrayals are haunting her mind. You turn your body around, and press your lips gently against hers.
“I am so sorry Gamora. I wanted to prank you. I am all okay, I didn't mean to hurt you.” You whispered against her lips after you pulled away from the kiss.
Hela !
“Hela, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking past her laying on the bed. She watches your every move as you walk towards the wardrobe. Her eyebrows are raised, yet a smirk is plastered on her face. What are you up to?
“No, I will not leave the room.” She insisted, her voice firm but silky smooth. It sends shivers down your spine, and you are ready to pull the plug on this prank already. Wanting to listen to your Queen, as you try and force your body to stay upright and not melt at the sound of her voice.
But you continue fighting the urge to listen to her. “Can you please leave the room?” You ask again, your voice wobbly, as you lack confidence in you successfully fighting the urge to not fall to your knees. But Hela has you wrapped around her finger, and you both know that.
“I will not leave the room. And as your Queen I demand you to tell me why you request me to do so.” She walks over to you, and her hands lay on your hips and force you to face her. Her towering figure makes your knees want to crumble. Why did I try to prank a goddess?
“I-I-I…” you start explaining, yet her strong fiery gaze makes you forget how to speak. Makes you forget what words are.
“Go on.” She presses, a smirk now defined on her face. Loving the way you are practically crumbling at her feet.
“I-I was trying to prank you.” You whisper, ashamed of your attempt.
“Well as your Queen, you need to make it up to me. I think it is fair enough to force you to sleep naked tonight.” She whispers against your neck. Her hands force your towel to drop on the floor, and she carries you over to the bed. You melt into her arms, your body already giving out.
Jane Foster !
“Jane, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask. She looks up from the sheets of paper and photographs that lay on the bed. She is currently editing her next scientific report. Finding it better to edit the report when it is printed, and all her photographic evidence laying beside her.
“Is everything alright?” She asks, confused by your question. She has literally seen and dealt with some of the world's strangest physics situations and they have left her confused for sure. But not as confused as she is feeling right now. Her scientific brain already try to come up for possible reasons why you ask her that.
Is she wanting to break up with me? Is she getting annoyed that I am focusing on my report more than her the last couple weeks. Because I swear Y/N said she is fine with it, and doesn’t mind that she works on the report. Because it makes me happy, and she loves seeing me happy.
Is she feeling insecure? Did I or someone else do or say something to make her insecure? Is it the toxic influencers on the internet making you feel insecure? Because they don’t know shit. I remember one time when Y/N said that you saw a workout influencer say she fixed her extreme case of scoliosis by working out at the gym ‘only’. If you are insecure about how your body looks, hopefully you have realised by now I love your body so much, more than I love space. Also, if you didn’t ask that question I wouldn’t have paid any attention to you getting dressed and I would still be focusing on my work. So I would even look up at you, which could possibly make your possible insecurities worse.
When you heard only silence coming from her direction, you turned your body over to her. You see Jane’s face going blank as time went on, obviously deep in thought. You knew she was already stressed out with work, now you are causing her to stress out. It hurts you, it shatters your heart. You walk up to her, and rub your hands up and down her shoulders, snapping her back to the present moment. She looks up at you, and you place a kiss on her forehead, relieving any press up in her brain. She sighs at the contact.
“I am so sorry to make your brain go into overdrive. I know you are already stressed with this report. I was just trying to prank you. I was so excited, I completely forgot all about this report.” You mumbled against her forehead. Her hands reach up to the back of your head, massaging it in a way that tells you she is okay.
Kate Bishop !
”Hey Kate, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, as you walk towards the wardrobe.
Kate looks up at you, puzzled. Lucky also follows Kate’s eyesight, and stares at you as well. Kate closes her laptop, her focus all on you. Instead of trying to wrap her head around her university work, she is trying to wrap her head around the question you ask her. The only time she can remember you asking that was when Clint came over to her house. She completely understood why in that situation. But no one is here except her, Lucky, and you.
“Is everything okay?” Kate asks, sitting up on the bed. Getting more serious about this conversation.
“Yeah, everything is okay. Trust.” And she does. Kate trusts you with her life. She makes a mental note to talk to you about this later, cause something is feeling off. She calls Lucky to follow her out the bedroom door.
“Lucky can stay here.” You call out to her just before they leave the room. Okay, what? Kate whips her head to look at you, and you look back at them. To see both of their heads peering out from the corner like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy.
“So the dog can stay here but not me?” She questions, a confused chuckle leaving her lips.
“Lucky is half blind.” You commented, before searching your wardrobe for clothes to wear.
“Something is up, tell me what it is.” She says, as she stalks up from behind you. Her hands wrap around your stomach, forcing you to lean against her. Kate attacks your shoulders and neck with kisses, and you tap out on the prank.
“It’s a prank? It’s a prank!” You screamed out, as she licks and kisses the sensitive part of your neck.
“You pranked me? I am so wounded.” She comments. With her hands she forces you to face her way. “I think the only way you can make it up to me, is letting me see you naked. We can kick Lucky out the room, if you want me to.” She winked, before repeatedly kissing your lips.
Loki Laufeyson !
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, looking towards your boyfriend. He is currently lying in bed playing with his magic tricks.
Instead of answering you, Loki remains quiet as he ignores your question. So you ask him again if he can leave the room. He once again ignores you.
“Why are you ignoring me?” You ask, wanting to already give up on this prank. He finally looks up at you, but he still plays with his magic trick.
Loki lets out a slight egotistical chuckle, before smirking towards you. “I don’t need to leave the room, I have seen you naked multiple times before.”
You watch him get up from your shared bed, and he walks over to you. His eyes narrow down on you intensely, making you feel like he is a predator and your prey. He lets out another sly chuckle, before cupping your face. He leans in near your ear and whispers “If you have forgotten the times when I have seen you naked, perhaps I should perform a magic trick and show you them.”
Your face immediately reddens, unsure of what to do. You knew you should’ve expected some time of boldness, but you weren’t expecting that. He smiles at your frozen state, before leaning back down to your ear and whispering “You would like that wouldn’t you?”
Maria Hill !
“Hey, lovie, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking into the bedroom, your body wrapped up with a towel.
Maria looked up from her laptop, and stopped typing, as her mind processes what you just asked her. Although her job teaches her how to do the opposite, she can’t help but let her mind spiral into negative thoughts.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, slowly, scared of your possible answer. Her mouth started turning down, and you immediately hated yourself. Walking over to her, you cupped her face and kissed her lips.
“No you did absolutely nothing, trust me. I just saw this prank while you were gone on a mission. And I wanted to do it to you when you got back.” You say, kissing away her worries.
“You tried to prank me? The Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That is a very brave action, I respect you for that.” She whispers. Her hands reach for your hips, and grab you to sit on her.
“So you only respect me? You don’t want me to pay for what I have done?” You ask. Your lips turn from a smirk to a pout, as you gaze into her eyes. And her eyes flick up and down from your eyes, lips, and to the top of your breasts that is peaking out from your towel.
She pulls her face away from yours, taking a second to think of a response. “Hm, I think it is only fair that we have a shower together, and see if you still want to try and attempt that prank on me.” She responds, a small smirk present on her face.
“I already had a shower just then.” You commented.
“Well, this is payback for your stunt. Anyways, S.H.I.E.L.D pays for this apartment and any of its bills, so we don’t need to worry about the water bill.” She comments, before picking you up and carrying you back to the bathroom. Maria carries you over her shoulder. So when Maria looks at the bathroom mirror when she enters the room, a visible groan leaves her lips when your position doesn’t quite cover your backside. Let’s just say, during the shower Maria got very distracted.
Matt Murdock !
“Love, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom. He hears your heart beat intensely pounding in your chest.
Just like the good partner he is, he listens to your commands, and starts walking towards the bedroom door. When it struck him, I am blind.
“Why do I need to leave, I can’t see you getting changed either way?” He asks, laughing at his stupidity for forgetting all about that.
“Sorry.” You whispered between a tight lipped and bashful smile. He hears it, and turns to where you are standing. “I was trying to prank you, I didn’t think about the blind thing.”
“Neither did I.” He laughs in your ear as he slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “But because you wanted to be so mean and deprive me of a good time, I say you should do the opposite now.” He smirks against your neck. His breath heating up your neck, killing you in the most amazing way.
“Yeah, and what do you suggest?” You ask, sprinting around in his hold. Your hands wrap around his neck.
Placing kisses all around his face, he responds. “I think I deserve some time to trance every inch of your body. For at least an hour or two. That is my legal opinion.” He smirks, pressing a long passionate kiss against your lips.
Natasha Romanoff !
“Hey baby, do you mind leaving the room so I can get changed into my pjs?” You ask, walking into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body. She is currently laying on your shared bed. Natasha looks up from her phone, her face completely confused. One of her eyebrows shooting upwards, her mouth agape, and her facial muscles tight.
“What did you just ask?” Natasha questions. You try your best not to squeeze your legs together, not wanting her to see what affects her (and her thick Russian accent) is doing to you.
“Can you please leave the room so I can change?” You repeated. Your gaze towards her reads like it is very clear what you are asking her to do.
“Why would I? It is nothing I have seen before. I have seen your naked body more times than I can count. So I shouldn’t have to leave the room. Unless you are wanting to surprise me?.” She says, her voice a little higher at the last sentence. Unsure of what possible surprise you could have in stall for her, to make you want her to leave the room.
You walk towards Natasha, and she meets you halfway. She grabs your hips and forces you closer to her, till basically your stomachs are touching each other’s. “So why should I leave the room, darling?” Natasha asks, her voice smooth but smoky.
The intensity and heat within the room rose dramatically after that question left her beautiful mouth. You can’t hold it in anymore, she is getting under your skin in the best way possible. “Okay, this is a prank. I saw it online this morning, and I wanted to try it on you tonight.” You confessed.
A smirk forms on Natasha’s face as she goes into deep thought. ”Well, I can think of a great way to get payback on you.” Natasha started, her hands rubbing up and down your sides. One of her hands finds a gap in between your towel, and she grazes her finger on your bikini line. This sends shivers down your spine. “Since you didn’t want me to see you naked, how about tonight you sleep naked? I would say that is pretty fair, don’t you?” She asks.
She smiles at your head nodding in agreement. Her hands find themselves up to the top of your towel. She unravels the fabric around your body, before grabbing your hand and leading you into bed. Before you two doze off, she places kisses all over your shoulder, back, and neck as her hands roam up and down your body, spending the most amount of time near your private parts.
Okoye !
“Hey Okoye, can you leave the room for a sec, so I can get changed?” You asked. She had just come from a political meeting, where she had to stand by as guards for the King and listen to utter bullshit coming from the other politician’s mouth. Now she has to come back home, and hear that bullshit. Unbelievable.
“Why should I do that, Y/N/N?” She asks back, a slight smirk forming on her face.
“Because I am your wife. And when we got married you said you would always respect my wishes.” You answered, turning you back against her as you looked for clothes to get changed into.
“But here's the thing, every single night we shower and get dressed together. And because I came home later than normally because of the meeting, I wasn’t able to have a shower with you, and she was naked. I think it is only fair, if you get changed in front of me.” She retaliates. You bit the inside of your cheek, can’t say no to that.
You walk to where she is standing behind you. Okoye pulls you closer to her by your waist. You press a quick kiss on her lips. “I wanted to prank you tonight with that. I hate that meeting so much. I was looking forward to pranking you.” You pouted.
“You and I both agree with hating the meeting.” She responds. While she has you wrapped around her in a hug, she uses her skilful assassin moves for good (like always) and undo the towel that wraps around your body.
When the towel drops onto the floor, her hands begin romancing around, gripping and squeezing the places she loves the most. “Perfection.” She whispers into your ear.
Peter Parker !
As you exited the bathroom, trying your best to hide your grin. While at university, you overheard this prank that someone did on their significant other, and you decided to do it on Peter tonight. He had just snuck into the apartment via the windows.
You enter the main room and walk over to the wardrobe. Peter blushes intensely, not expecting to come home to you walking around naked with just a towel wrapped around you.
“Hey, Pete. Do you mind leaving the room for a sec, while I get changed?” You ask, trying you best to bite back a smile.
Peter stood there dumbfounded. “We live in a studio apartment. Do you want me to leave the apartment?” He asks. A small chuckle leaves his mouth, a very concerned one. He is still in his Spider-Man suit. You two just moved to this apartment, and he is pretty sure his neighbours don’t want to see Spider-Man being their neighbour, or Peter just in his boxers waiting outside your apartment.
“Yeah, and?” You ask. He responds by repeating all the thoughts that went through his mind. Shit, I didn’t think this through.
A shameful smile escaped into your face, as you internally mock yourself for being stupid. “So, I may have tried to prank you.” You mumbled, and Peter heard it clear as day.
A heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, as he walked over to you. “I can tell.” He laughed.
Pietro Maximoff !
“Hey Piet, can you please leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom towards the wardrobe.
“Why?!” He asks, his voice high, unsure of why you asked that. You know he has seen every part of your body and that he worships and loves your body. So why hide it from him now, all of the sudden.
“What do you mean why?” You ask back, facing him. The pure shock that has laced his facial features nearly made you laugh and therefore not complete the prank. You bite down on your lip, trying to act links you are confused on why he asks that.
“Why would I leave the room? I have never done that for years now. You only did that during our first couple months.” He asks, while he walks slowly up to you.
“You would leave the room as a sign of respect to your girlfriend, as you should listen and do what she asks.” You laughed, unsure where he was going.
You turn you back against Pietro again and search through the wardrobe for some clothes to wear. Meanwhile, Pietro speed runs towards you, and positions himself between you and the wardrobe. His hands on his hips.
“Yes?” You ask, moving to the side to continue looking for clothes. He grabs you by the hips, forcing you to stand in front of him.
“Why are you doing this? Listen if you are surprising me with some lingerie, I am more than happy and interested to watch you put it on. Even help you.” He winks.
“I am not doing that.” You chuckle, before your eyes move to search the wardrobe again. One hand cups your jaw, and forces you to look at him again.
“Then why are you doing this?” He asks, in a serious tone.
“Because I am pranking you.” You stated. He stands still, his mouth agape. He’s completely shocked. You laugh at his reaction.
“You pranked the prank master? Well done draga. But now you are going to make up for it.” He says, before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bed.
Lady Sif !
“Sif, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you enter your shared quarters.
Sif looks up at you, confused, wondering why you would ask that. She has seen your naked form so many times, she has lost track. But being the very respectful warrior she is, she walks out of the room. Planting a small kiss on your forehead as she passes and a ‘of course, my love’ leaving her lips.
Just before she was about to open the bedroom door you called out her name. Her head snaps over to you and your direction.
“I was just pranking you. You don’t have to leave the room. I want you here. Nearby me, with me.” You stated. Blush rose up onto Sif’s face, before she walked back over to you.
“That was very cheeky, my darling. I hope you know that as a warrior I don’t allow you to do this without me paying you back.” She winked and chuckled slowly. Shivers run through your spine. You nearly melt at the sight of her smile.
T'Challa !
”Hey love, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you walk past him on the bed. He sits up, watching you walk past him, practically ignoring him. Like you expect him to immediately have left the room.
“May I ask for the reason why you want me to do this? I have seen you naked many times, my dear.” He speaks up, walking over to you. As you find what clothes to wear, he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You two both swayed side to side at the same time.
“I just wanna have some alone time tonight when I get changed. So is it alright if you can leave?” You ask, leaning your head into his embrace.
“Yes, whatever you ask.” He replies. You smile to yourself, god you feel so lucky, dating a man who listens to what you want.
Before he walks over to the bedroom door you call out his name.
“Yes, Y/N.” He says, his voice smooth like honey, and as sweet as tea.
“I am kidding. You can stay. Your sister told me about this prank she saw on the internet when we went out for lunch today. She begged for me to do the prank on her.” You honestly told him. His jaw drops, as he swims in betrayal. You laugh at his stunned body.
Your laughter brings a smile to his face as he walks on over to you. You begin undressing and getting changed, and T’Challa stares at you. Trying his best to be respectful, but he can’t be around you when you are teasing him.
You look up at him while you put on your pants, and say “like what you see?” A low pitched hum of agreement left his lips, as he continued staring at you.
As you walk over to him, you press a kiss on his lips, finally bringing him back to the present moment. He remembers what you said only a few moments ago. About you and Shuri. “You better not tell Shuri what happened. She would kill me with annoyance.” He laughs, pulling you towards the bed.
Valkeyrie !
“Hey, Val.” You say entering your bedroom. You walk on over to where she is laying on your bed playing games. Sitting down next to her on the we of the bed, you brush the hair off her face, and she smiles up at you. “Are you able to leave the room for a couple seconds while I change?” You ask, placing a kiss on her temple.
She gently pushes you off her, confused. You look down at her, eyebrows raised. She raises her eyebrows back at you, looking at you like you had just grown two heads. Valkeyrie chucked her demo controller and headphones to the other side of the bed, closing the game she was currently playing.
“What did you just ask me?” She asked, her hands firmly holding onto your hips. She lifts you up like you weigh nothing, and forces you to straddle her lap.
You try your best to hide your smile as she stares up at you with sad puppy dog eyes. She has just been told the worst thing - she can’t see you naked. You wounded her, twisted the knife multiple times.
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You whispered, kissing her temple multiple times.
“Nope.” Valkyrie grins, her hands tightening around your hips.
“So you don’t respect me?” You ask.
“I do, but I deserve to see all sides of you. And you were born without clothes, it is destiny that you should be naked in front of me.” She laughs. You roll your eyes at her silly argument, before cupping her face. Leaning down for a kiss, you whispered against her lips, “well if that is the case, I guess you need to undress me.”
Valkyrie smirks into the kiss. While you two makeup out, her hands keep rummaging around your body, already trying to take off your clothes. When you break away to breathe, she takes her chance to take off all your clothes. Leaving you bare.
For the next couple of hours, Valkyrie makes you pay back for the absolute pain you caused her. By forcing you to sit on her lap while she plays. Completely ignoring your wines and your desperate attempts to find release. Let’s just say, after that hour, you soaked her pants.
Wanda Maximoff !
“Hey babe. How’s your day?” You ask as you walk straight past her on the bed, and straight to your shared walk in wardrobe. You close the door more than three quarters of the way, before going over to your side of the wardrobe. Picking out some pyjamas to wear.
“Today was good, just did some training with Natasha, and had some lunch with Piet.” She answered. When she heard lots of movement coming from the wardrobe, she raised her eyebrows, unsure of what was happening in there.
“Yeah, well that sounds good. Where did you and Piet go for lunch?” You ask, just as you were walking out of your wardrobe.
Wanda just stared at you, silently, as thousands of thoughts rushed through her head. If you were wanting to change and she was in the bedroom or bathroom, you would normally get dressed in front of you while you two talked. It was one of the things that made Wanda feel human and normal, and not some kind of monster the media says she is. So what has happened to make you not do that?
“Hey, why didn’t you get changed in front of me while you changed? You always do that if I am in another room in this bedroom while we are talking. You always want to be in the same room as me for these conversations? Did I do anything wrong to upset you?” She asks, moving herself towards the edge of the bed. She sat down, staring straight up at you, confused and hurt.
She looks like an injured puppy, her eyes big and watery. It shattered your heart, you didn’t want this outcome when you saw the prank. Your hands cup her cheeks, forcing her to look directly in your eyes. “Wanda, I am so sorry, but this was a joke, love. One of my friends from work said they did this to their boyfriend, and I wanted to try it on you. You did nothing wrong, nothing at all that could possibly upset me. You are utterly amazing with the way you treat me.”
Wanda lets out a huge sigh of relief then a laugh. You watch as she falls onto the bed dramatically, clutching her stomach. “You alright, Wanda, baby?” You ask.
“You know karma will always come after you. But I know a way for you to make it up to me, so karma doesn’t bite you.”
“Yeah, what is it?” You ask, a smirk forming on your face.
“I will let you know, honey. Just don’t ever do that prank again, I nearly had a heart attack.” You laughed alongside Wanda, and joined her on the bed. Laying your head on her shoulder, one of her hands strokes up and down your arm while she litters your face in kisses. Wanda smiles to herself, as her heart flutters. Pranks also make me feel human, noted.
Yelena Belova !
“Hey baby, are you able to step out of the room, so I can get changed really quickly?” You ask as you enter the room. You have just gotten back home from work. As you walked towards the wardrobe, your mind didn't even recognise that yelena in fact hasn't left the bedroom like what you asked her to do. You don't even hear her getting out of bed and walking over to you. You mind to focus on the comfort of wearing your pyjamas after such a long day at work.
As your body inched closer and closer to the wardrobe, your mind and body didn't even react to Yelena’s hand against your shoulder trying to get you to look at her. You mind and body doing its own thing, and not letting anything come in the way with you putting on some comfy clothes.
Yelena groans out in annoyance, before letting go off your shoulder, and running past you. She blocks the door to the walk-in-wardrobe, as she just wants to know why you want her to leave the room. This is not how you normally act.
You bump into Yelena, letting out an ‘ow!’.
“Why am I not allowed to be near you when you change? I have literally seen you naked multiple times, I know every single thing about your body even when I am blindfolded. So why can I see you get naked now, because I have seen it thousands of times. And trust me there is nothing you need to be ashamed about.” Yelena blurted out, both of her hands now resting on your shoulders.
You stepped back and blocked a couple times, trying to remember why you told her that. When it clicked. “I wanted to prank you.”
Yelena lets out a soft laugh, before staring back at you with a smirk present on her face. “You wanted to prank me? Well now you are gonna have to get changed in front of me? I think it is quite fair, don’t you, sugar?”
Blush rises instantly in your cheeks, and your head tilts downward to hide your blush. “Now, now, don’t be acting all shy. You had the guts to prank me, now find that same guts to get undressed in front of me.”
summary: with the Emergence looming, the Eternals reunite; only Druig knows where you are, but he hasn’t seen you in two centuries, and maybe you like it that way
pairing: druig x eternal! female reader
word count: 4.7k
warnings: mentions of war, violence, druig’s use of mind control on reader, that’s all i think? idk
a/n: sooo i don’t think anyone reads druig fics anymore buttt i rewatched Eternals and liked it soo much more on rewatch and im obsessed with druig again so yeaaa i hope yall give it a chance? luv ya ;)
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575 BC - Babylon
Your legs laid out peacefully across the lapaz stone you rested on. Soft chatter filled your ears as village girls twisted your hair into soft braids, weaving bright orange and white flowers in. Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you sat patiently for the young humans. You didn’t mind, every second you spent with them was precious, especially the children.
The girls wrapped the end of your hair, pulling it forward to show you their work. You smiled softly at the youngblood, admiring their fragile work. The humans never ceased to amaze you.
“Il likrubk,” you said sweetly. May the Gods bless you.
As you admired the braid, you began to hear excited yet secretive giggles from the girls circling you. Looking up, you saw the girls chuckling at each other yet trying to hide it from you. You shifted your gaze from them to look to your side, seeing Druig walking over. When you looked back, the girls ran off, leaving a trail of laughter and flowers in their wake. You just smiled smugly to yourself.
“My, my they did a beautiful job on you,” Druig’s voice was intoxicating, it always was to you. Slick and sly, always with a bit of wit and mystery; dripping with a hidden intention only he knew.
“Do the flowers suit me?” you asked.
“Everything suits you, my radiant Y/N,” he said. You ducked your head, desperate to hide the blush blossoming across your cheeks.
He crouched beside you, resting beside you with his charcoal cape flowing across the stone ledge. From the peripheral view of your gaze at the city below, you could see him eyeing you up and down. His eyes were hungry with desire and adoration. His head tilted as he smirked, leaning in and giving you a soft nudge with his shoulder.
“We should get going, back to the Domo. I think Ajak wants to speak with all of us,” you said, nervously trying to shift the mood to hide your butterflies.
“Ahh is that so, dove?” he said, leaning back on his palms and flashing a dangerous smile at you- doused in charm.
“Yes!” you said, hopping up and offering your hand to him. “Now come on, we can brave Icarus’ obnoxious tirades together.”
His head dropped in laughter and suddenly your stomach was twisted in knots, lungs short of breath. He was beautiful. He grabbed your hand and pulled you off towards the ship. You kept it to yourself, but you couldn’t help but relish in his firm and protective grip on your supple hands.
Present Day - Amazon Rainforest
“Druig, this is serious,” Sersi said, standing from her seat in the chapel to face the dark-haired man.
“I’ll tell you what’s serious. I’ve just been told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past 7000 years, and that my entire existence is a lie,” Druig snapped, confronting her as he stalked forward. He was always able to keep such a serene and stoic demeanor. Yet, seeing his “family” together again after centuries seemed to have left him shaken. There was something eerie about seeing them all together. All except one. “So excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”
Druig turned and stormed to the door to leave, hoping to erase the encounter from his memory as soon as possible. If only he could warp his mind the way he could others. The sooner he left the room the sooner he could go back to his life, pretending they had never come.
“Don’t you think Y/N would want you to help?” Sersi asked.
Druig froze as his hand hovered at the door. He felt the muscles in his mouth twitch at the mention of your name. Bile in his stomach churned. He tried to stay calm, to keep himself composed, but he couldn’t bite his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he spun around, marching back over to them.
“Don’t mention her. Not to me,” he said, his jaw taut with anxiety and dread. “You don’t know what she’d want. Besides, she’s not even here.”
Sersi couldn’t respond before he had bolted out of the chapel, leaving the barn doors slamming behind him. The tension hung in the room so thick you could almost choke on it. Thena sighed, stroking the lizard perched across her lap, before speaking.
“You should know something about him and Y/N.”
1521 AD - Tenochtitlan
You stood beside Druig, leaning into the hard muscles of his side. You had tried to control your fear, but it always seemed to get the best of you. He kept you grounded- safe and secure. You cherished that, needed that. Especially now.
Thena tried to kill you and Makkari; she attacked the entire group. Druig had to carry you to Ajax himself. You were trembling in his arms as your legs shook and bled. Even now that you were healed, he couldn’t get himself to remove his grip on your waist. You knew she didn’t mean to harm you, she wasn’t herself. This was something else. Mahd Wryry.
“It is not important if you remember or not,” Ajax said, her hands slipping through Thena’s hair as she tried to calm her. Trying to convince her everything would be okay, that it was no big deal. But how could it not be, she would lose her memories; all the experiences and life that made her Thena. “Your spirit will remain, you will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me.”
“Why should she trust you?”
You looked over, hearing Druig’s deep voice speak up. You could feel his grip on you tighten yet his hands still shook. Your brows furrowed, noticing the tension in his neck and jaw. You tried to stroke his back, to calm him down, but he was already fed up. His hand gave your waist one last squeeze before leaving your side. You suddenly felt the cold chill of his absence as he walked towards Ajax.
“You’re asking her to let you erase who she is,” he said. You knew him better than anyone, you could hear the tremor in his voice. His tone was callous and dripping with resentment.
“Dru…” you said, trying to get him to relax. Your voice must’ve been too soft to drown out the boisterous drums in his head, playing that same beat of rage and disappointment over and over again.
“Druig, I know you’re upset, but-” Ajax tried to get him to understand, but he wasn’t having it anymore.
“Upset?!” Druig shouted. You were startled, stumbling back a bit at the tone of his voice. “We’ve trusted you for 7000 years, and look where you’ve gotten us.”
You bowed your head, knowing his resentment over the last seven millennia was finally bubbling over and unleashing on everyone in the room. You had listened to his troubles on countless nights. You knew how much it tormented him to watch the humans he cared for so deeply harm and destroy each other. You were always his shoulder to cry on, his to seek solace in. This was nothing new to your ears.
“I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat,” he said. You ducked your head, hearing the shake in his normally strong voice. You knew if you glanced up you’d see that quivering bottom lip you’d become so acquainted with. You couldn’t do it, you just looked down. “Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”
You noticed Sersi and Phantos glancing at you, perhaps hoping you’d step in. They all knew of your confusing relationship. You’d never labeled it, never defined it out loud. Never confessed undying love in a secluded dwelling, soon to wed surrounded by family. But there was something. Something that kept you tied at the hip, something that allowed him to hold your hand and rest his head in your lap. There was something undeniable.
But you couldn’t say anything; to an extent, you understood Ajax. Druig knew you didn’t adore his power. You would never hold it against him, you’d never blame him for what Areshem gave him. But you believed it was a gift that had to be used responsibly. You had expressed to him it was something you believed should only be used in dire circumstances- to save a life or prevent disaster. But you knew something that made humans so special was their conscious free will and autonomy. You couldn’t rob them of that.
“Could our mission have been a mistake?” Druig asked, “Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?”
You glanced up to see he had turned to look at you. The single tear slipping down his cheek stung in your chest. You could see it in his eyes as if he was pleading for you to say something. To beg him to calm down, to just talk. To take his hands and pull him to you. But you didn’t.
Druig’s jaw clenched as he turned on his heels, making his way out of the temple and down the steep set of stairs. His thick cape wrapped against your legs on his way out. You couldn’t hear his words as he stepped outside, the raging war filled your mind as you contemplated your role in your mission.
“It ends now,” Druig said.
Suddenly, you hear the clashing of swords and screaming come to a halt. You knew his eyes would be glowing a vibrant gold if you could see them. Before you could say anything, Ikaris swept past you; his arm slammed Druig into the stone wall behind them. You felt your stiff legs break free, bringing yourself to the pair desperate to break them up.
“Let them go,” Ikaris said.
“You’re gonna have to make me,” Druig said.
“Please stop!” you said, coming up beside them. Your hand reached for Druig’s but Ikaris stood between you. You felt Ajax approach behind you, sending Ikaris a stern look. He backed away, leaving the three of you. You stepped forward, taking Druig’s hand in yours. It shook as it gripped yours with vigor.
“If you want to stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” Druig said.
His hand slipped from your grasp. He turned away from you with a soft look before descending the temple. You watched as his eyes glowed and the humans below stood in wait for him. You glanced back at Ajax, your eyes pleading for her to stop him. But she did nothing, instead nodding for you to follow him. You ran down the stairs, your legs still weak and recovering. You stumbled as you chased him.
“Druig!” You shouted as you caught up to him, “Please wait!”
Hearing your messy footsteps, he stopped and turned to see you. Worry overtook his eyes as he watched your weak legs attempt to keep up with him. Quickly, he met you a few stairs up; his hands grasped your arms to hold you steady.
“Hey, what are you doing? You’re recovering,” he said, his concern for you halting his current plans. The yellow in his eyes dulled away as he looked at you. His brows trembled and unease widened his eyes.
“Druig, please don’t leave,” you said. Your hands reached for the fabric of his cape, as if holding him tight enough would keep him there with you. “Tensions are high right now, I get that. But please don’t leave.”
“I have to go, dove,” he said. His thumbs rubbed soft circles into your arms.
“Don’t leave me,” you said.
Druig’s gaze dropped, returning to your shaking legs. His stomach knotted and his chest ached at the thought of leaving you. Not being there to hold you in the night. To see your smile each time you saw the sparkling constellations in the sky. To soak in the look you reserved just for him, teeming with adoration and something else he was too afraid to name.
“Come with me,” he said, still guarding his gaze.
“Druig, this isn’t the answer,” you said.
Finally, he locked eyes with you again. He could no longer hide the red burning in his eyes, the tears coming to the surface. You knew this wasn’t the way, isolating himself, taking control of humans. You knew this wasn’t the answer. Not for the rest of time.
“You should stay,” you said, desperate to get him to listen.
“You won’t come?” he asked.
You just looked down.
He had his answer. Before you could get another word in, he took you and sat you on the steps. Steadying you into a more stable position. His hand tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you close one last time and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You felt his tears soak into your skin before he pulled away. His hand began to slip from yours as he turned to leave, but you stopped him. Perhaps one last attempt to keep him there with you.
“Please, Druig,” you said. He glanced up, noticing Ajax watching the two of you from the temple.
“Sersi will help you down,” he said, swiping his thumb tenderly across your hand before pulling it away.
And just like that, he was gone.
Present Day
Druig leaned against a sturdy tree, staring up at the stars peaking through the brush above him. He couldn’t shake your voice from his head.
You were right.
This wasn’t the way. He had kept those people safe, he knew that. But as Sersi asked him to free them as the Deviant raided their village, he felt it. For the first time, he felt like the bad guy. He couldn’t shake the thought. He knew if you were there, if he had listened to you, none of this would have happened.
Perhaps Ajax would still be alive. Gilgamesh definitely would be. That was on him.
“Druig?” the voice startled him, shaking him from his thoughts as he saw Sersi approaching. She quietly stood beside him, glancing up at the stars he had just been studying.
“She was right,” Druig said, sinking to the ground as he hugged his knees to his chest. “Maybe I’m just as bad as the deviants.”
“What?” Sersi said, resting a hand on his knee. “Who said that?”
Druig just glanced at her, swallowing the hard lump forming in his throat.
“She would never, ever say something like that to you, Druig,” Sersi said. “Y/N adores you.”
“She didn’t have to say it,” Druig said, fidgeting with the pendant on the cord dangling from his neck. The soft texture of the blue and white glass slipped between his fingers. “How could she not think that?”
“Druig, Thena told us what happened in Molyvos, Y/N wrote to her. When was the last time you saw her?”
“I don’t know, at least a century. She used to come visit here, but after a while, she stopped. I went to see her in Greece. That was the last time I saw her.”
Sersi sighed, watching as Druig clutched at the necklace in his hand.
“We need to find her Druig. And we need you, please. For Y/N?”
1826 - Molyvos, Greece
Druig watched as your feet danced down the stone steps of the village to greet him, the thick linen of your skirts tickling your ankles as they flowed around you.
“You came!” you said, giggling as you reached him.
He couldn’t contain the infectious smile that seemed to spread across his face at the sight of you. His hands grabbed for your soft body, lifting you as he held you close. Your laugh trickled into his ear as you burrowed your face into the crook of his neck. He took in the potent scent floating off you as he set you down; seawater, wood, and roses.
“So this is where you’ve been spending your time lately, huh?” he said, nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled to yourself as you took his hand.
“This island is so calm. It’s what you’ve always wanted,” you said, leading him up the stairs.
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You’d spent the following days guiding him through the village and showing him your life; how it intertwined with the people in your small community. Fishing, sewing clothing, and selling fruits at the market. It was peaceful, something he’d always longed for.
You reminisced on your days together all those centuries ago. Holding his head in your hands, soothing the pounding aches in his head from all the thoughts of others swirling through his mind. You knew it couldn’t have been any better back in the forest.
Sure, all the times you visited it was calm. But was that where he belonged? Isolated with no one to watch over him and make sure he was safe. You saw how drained he’d been, taking care of everyone else. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that the village would be fine without him. Not that he wasn’t valuable, but they needed to live a life of their own. So did he.
You’d hoped bringing him here would convince him. Give him the push he needed to finally leave it all behind and focus on him. To let the village flourish on its own.
You sat with him on the stone wall along the steps winding up to your home. Overlooking the sea below you, the waves crashing against the harbor and swaying the fishing boats tethered to the docks. The winding branches of white wisterias shaded the two of you, petals of the flowers occasionally blowing across your face in the wind.
You glanced over to Druig, the tunic he wore loose on his chest. His hands, normally wringing in his lap, were soft and relaxed. He gazed around the island before him, a smile subtly placed on his face. He may have been the mind reader, but you were his. You knew him so well, that you could read him like an open book. Even if he didn’t want you to. He was happy. You knew he wanted to stay.
“This is for you,” You said, reaching out to hand him the small trinket. He turned to see your sweet face, your eyes sparkling as the sun danced in your irises. He looked down to see you’d placed a small glass pendant in his hands. He studied the object, smiling to himself as he turned it in his fingertips.
“It’s an evil eye, the humans here believe it will protect you from evil spirits,” you said as you watched him. “It has to be gifted to you by someone, so I wanted you to have this.”
“It’s beautiful, dove,” he said.
Red splashed across your cheeks like watercolors at the name. He had always loved calling you that, watching you fluster before him in search of a response.
“You should stay,” you said, glancing down at your hands. You picked at the lace trim of your long blouse. You’d thrown the thought out into the open, and expressed your deep desire to him. You just hoped if he was going to reject you, it wouldn’t be as painful as you imagined.
“Y/N, you know I can’t,” he said. Quickly, he slipped the pendant into his pocket and stood from his seat on the wall. He felt the sudden urge to flee, to return to the village. He couldn’t be there any longer. Because if he had to say no to you again, to leave you while you begged for him to stay another time, he would crumble. How could he not when he was denying everything inside of him that pleaded for him to just stay?
You began to panic as he walked off. You couldn’t let him leave again.
“Dru please, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, following after him. “You have to live your life.”
“I have a life, that village is my life,” he said, turning back to you.
“You should let them go, Druig. It’s time,” you said, taking a step forward. “Come stay with me.”
“Y/N, that village is important to me,” he said, struggling to find a reason you weren’t right. Deep down, he knew you were right.
“And I’m not?” you asked.
Druig furrowed his brows in distress, fearing he couldn’t make the right decision. Why couldn’t he just stay? Just be happy here with you?
As the thoughts swirled in his mind, he felt the tension in his head building. The headache pounded harder in his skull as he watched you turn on your heels and make your way up the stairs. With a hand holding the tender space on his forehead, he chased after you.
“Dove, please wait,” he said.
“Just go, Druig,” you shouted over your shoulder. “If that’s what you want, then go!”
“Please, just stop!” he said. He could feel the pain building, the panic in his chest growing. He couldn’t leave you on a bad note again.
He pleaded behind you as you left him, chasing you up the stairs and begging for you to just stop.
“Y/N please!” He shouted desperately.
Suddenly, you stopped. As if your body wasn’t your own, you turned to face him. His eyes were glowing yellow and you couldn’t move.
Before you could even grasp what was happening, it was over. You shook your arms as control returned. Druig’s eyes were his normal blue. But they were distressed, regretful, and panicked. He messed up.
He controlled you.
You froze, this time of your own doing, considering what had just happened.
“Dove, I’m so, so sorry,” he said, rushing towards you; the realization of what he’d accidentally done dawned on him.
Quickly, you took a fidgety step back away from him. He paused, taking in the situation. You were afraid of him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, tearing his eyes from your line of sight. “I didn’t realize I, I’m sorry.”
Finally coming back to yourself, you tried to reach for his hand. But he had already left.
Present Day - Belfast, Ireland
Druig walked up the steps to the ornate building in front of him. Sprite and Thena followed behind as he took in the large campus. It was only fitting that you'd end up teaching at a university. You were one of the smartest people he knew. And you loved to watch the humans grow and learn.
He waited on the steps as students filed out of the building. Sprite had figured out when your class would let out. Now he just had to wait.
The sea of lively students chatted amongst themselves as they rushed from the doorway, he desperately searched the crowd for your familiar face. When he finally saw you, it was as if the breath was knocked from his lungs.
You hadn’t changed much. But two centuries of fashion did take him by surprise. Instead of the modest, linen dresses he’d last seen you in on the coast of Greece, you wore a loose pair of grey pants, a long and flowing cream blouse, and brown flats. He never got tired of seeing how each culture and century dressed you.
Before he could turn back to the women behind him, he felt something tick in his brain. When he glanced back at your face, he saw your eyes meeting his. He could have sworn his brain was malfunctioning, you smiled at him.
You stopped in your tracks as you took him in through the crowd of people passing between you. He looked the same. The same clothing, the same hair. But what was new was the evil eye strung around his neck.
You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face as you locked eyes with his blue ones. Your head gestured back to the building behind you, before turning back inside hoping he’d follow.
-
“So you’re saying I’m a robot?” you asked Sprite as you leaned against the counter behind you.
“Well, kinda,” she said, trying to help you grasp the situation. “But that doesn’t matter. You need to come with us.”
You glanced to Thena for her opinion. Her lips became a flat line as she nodded in agreement with Sprite.
The young eternal kept rambling, but you weren’t processing it. You couldn’t stop staring at Druig. He paced around the art studio, taking in all the large canvases that sat on easels and racks.
“Could we have a minute?” you asked the two, still looking at Druig. He froze at your request, making it clear he was still listening despite how he tried to keep up his aloof demeanor.
Sprite scoffed as she made her way out of the room, pretending to gag as she glanced at Druig and you. Thena smiled to herself, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as she followed Sprite out.
Druig stirred by the window, unable to face you yet.
“I missed you,” you said. Your head tilted as you continued to examine his movements. He was nervous, it was obvious ashe fidgeted and picked at his cuticles.
“Did you get my letters?” You asked.
He paused. Of course, he got your letters. Every single one. They were bundled together with string and tucked under his pillow back at the village.
You never went a month without sending one. Ever since he left that island that day. You’d told him of your travels, everywhere you ended up over the decades. He’d read them all by candlelight after the village had long turned in for the night. He ruminated over each word; all the smudges of ink by your shaky hands, all the chicken scratch handwriting as you always wrote too fast in an attempt to catch up with your thoughts. He got every single letter. And he could recite them all if you asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said, finally turning to face you.
Your smile faltered as he began to unravel.
“Druig,” you said, trying to stop him.
“No, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know how many times I can say it,” Druig took slow steps towards you as if preparing himself for you to stumble away from him again. But you didn’t
“I didn’t mean it, it just happened. I was overwhelmed and I couldn’t handle everything, but it’s no excuse. And I just-”
“Dru, it’s okay,” you were suddenly in front of him, your hands taking his. The tremors he could seem to control all those decades suddenly stopped.
“I’m not mad, it’s okay. I understand,” you said.
“I let them go. I’m done, Y/N,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I don’t wanna be a monster, dove.”
Your heart fluttered at that damn nickname. You fucking missed it.
“You were never a monster, Druig. What you can do, what you have to deal with. I’ll never understand it. But I just want what’s best for you,” you slipped a hand through his soft hair as it fell in front of his face. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I missed you, so fucking much,” he said, resting his forehead to yours.
You chuckled to yourself, brushing your nose against his as you smiled. Your lips slowly slipped across his, as if asking for permission. As if he’d been waiting for the moment, Druig pulled you close, his lips hungry for you. 7000 years of hunger.
When you finally pulled back, he was smirking like an idiot. You took your hand and ran your thumb across his red lips. He chuckled to himself.
“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening. His accent slurred as he smiled against your cheek.
“What?” you asked, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.
“You’re gonna get killed with me trying to stop this emergence?” he said, jokingly.
“Oh absolutely.”
“I’d kill any celestial if it meant not forgetting you.”
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hope you liked it heheh its not the best but hey, a new character :)
A/N: A recession indicator, me posting everything I shoved aside for 3 years lmfao. Hope you like it!
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“Ajak, I can help!” You pleaded with her, following behind her as the others watched you. “I-I promise I can be useful. I-I can practice…I can learn how to use all your powers…I can be useful!” You begged. Those four words were spoken out into existence, and even then, you didn’t believe it yourself. Your fellow eternals were created with a purpose to protect the humans from deviants.
All were created with a gift that suited them well, except you; you were the black sheep of the bunch. You felt that there may have been a mistake when Arishem created you, for he gifted you the ability of manipulation.
You hated it; your power wielded no real purpose. It only brought chaos and destruction if you ever touched the other ten. You were never in control of your powers because you’d instantly have Makkaris' speed, Druig’s mind control, or even Gilgamesh’s strength.
You didn’t know of your strengths, only your weaknesses, which was creating a mess of things, at least that’s how Ajak liked to kindly put it. She claimed you were a harm to others, a danger to yourself. In return, you also agreed that you were dangerous to yourself, but in the end, you wouldn’t dare hurt a fly. Not once have you felt like you could be useful; if it wasn’t one of them silently talking about you behind your back, then it was Ajak telling you every other day that your help wasn’t needed.
“P-Please don’t put me to sleep again. I-I don’t like feeling tired all the time!” You trembled with anxiety. The thought alone made you shiver. Ajak had only ever done it seven other times throughout the evolution of humankind, and each time you were woken up again, you did not feel like you were at your full capacity. You’d wake up drained and exhausted. It had taken even longer to bounce back from the previous slumber you were put under.
“This is to protect you, Y/n. I’m only doing what’s best.” Ajak repeated the same words she said to you each time.
“Please!” You begged. “Please!” You shook your head no. You fell to your knees before her. Sersi had to look away. It pained her each time they had to put you to sleep. It broke Druig even more, though, considering he was the one who had to put you under.
He met Ajak’s eyes. She slowly gestured to your crumpled state. He looked away from Ajak and slowly made his way over to you. He knelt to be leveled with you. Your cries echo across the temple.
You flinched, feeling someone’s hands on you. You lifted your head in panic to meet Druig’s pained eyes, which made you break down even more. You started pulling away from his gentle hold on your forearms. Your eyes started changing to yellow and back to your original color. You could already feel his power slowly run through you, uncontrollable. You could hear everyone’s thoughts.
Stop her, Druig, before it’s too late.
She’s taken his powers again.
This isn’t fair.
Wish it could be different.
It was so loud. Your face tightened in pain. You were trying to drown out all the noise by covering your ears, but it was all in your head.
“Y/n–“ He tried calming you.
“No, no!” You cried, weakly hitting his hands away. “Make it stop, make it stop!” Tears spilled down your face. “Make it stop.” You cried. Your body shook as the voices in your head got louder.
“Anything for you, my beautiful Y/n.” He muttered to you. he reached forward to caress your face gently. “You want to make it stop. I’ll make it stop.” His eyes glowed yellow as he made you stop. Your eyes faded to yellow as you grew under his control. Druig and the rest watched as your shoulders dropped and your whole body relaxed. You sighed as if a heavy weight was lifted off you. “It’s okay, Y/n. Just let yourself fall. Nothing can hurt you now.” Druig frowned, feeling the ache in his heart again as he watched your eyes close shut and your body fall forward. Your head landed on his chest. He lifted his hand to firmly hold the back of your head against him.
“Druig–“ Ajak began.
“I’m taking her with me.” Druig stared emotionless at the wall before him. “I won’t keep doing this to her. It’s not fair. We push her aside instead of helping her, teaching her. She can’t get stronger if we keep doing this. If I keep having to put her asleep.” Druig looked back at the others. “I won’t do it, no more. I won’t.”
if I see one more thing tagged incorrectly when I am trying to do my daily doom scroll I am going to flip out.
PSA: if you’re writing a Bucky Barnes x Reader guess what that isn’t? A JOHN WALKER X READER. if the character you are writing the reader with isn’t the character you are tagging STOP IT
