notes: it’s finally here! hope you guys enjoy part two <3
summary: you once thought you knew what loneliness was— you were wrong
*part one can be found here
There’s a knock at your door.
The village is quiet and the festivities have long since ended, and still there is someone calling upon you at your door. You assume it must be Thena, maybe even Gilgamesh, attempting to alleviate the aching loneliness that consumes you every time you excuse yourself for the night and lock yourself away in whatever room is available to you. You know they’re trying, and you appreciate their efforts, but you’ve long since accepted that no one would ever be able to fill the hollow pit of longing in your chest.
No one except Druig, of course.
The knocking becomes more persistent, and with a quiet sigh and a slightly annoyed ‘I’m coming’ you make your way towards the door to greet your visitor. However, the person waiting on the other side when you finally open the entry is neither Thena nor Gilgamesh— in fact, it’s the last person you’d ever suspect to come seek you out in the middle of the night.
“Druig? What are you-“
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He demands, his bluntness catching you off guard. Lips parted in surprise and brows furrowing in confusion, you take a step backward only for him to move forward and close the space between you. His hand flicks the door closed and you flinch at the harshness of its slam, but Druig remains unaffected. His face is neutral, but there’s a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher, and for the first time in your entire life you feel afraid in his presence.
“Tell you what?” You ask with a frown. “Druig, you’re worrying me, what’s going on?”
“You love me,” he says lowly, watching the way your body tenses in response and all color seems to drain from your face.
“You’re my best friend, of course I love you!” You try to argue. Panic bubbles in your stomach and your chest is beginning to tighten in a way that makes it hard to breathe; Druig has you corned with no escape, and though you try you know you can’t lie to him.
“Don’t play stupid with me, y/n. You’re much too smart for that.”
“You’re being cruel,” you protest quietly, refusing to meet his gaze and instead choosing to glance out the window towards the moon— you wish it could swallow you whole right now.
“No,” Druig huffs with a humorless laugh, “no, what’s cruel is the fact that Thena knew of your feelings before I did. All this time spent together and you never once thought to tell me yourself.”
“And what was I to say?!” You argue defensively. Anger takes over then, and you find yourself much too annoyed to feel embarrassed anymore. How dare he burst in and accuse you of being cruel? Druig is momentarily startled when you take a step forward, nearly chest to chest as your hardened gaze burns straight through him. “What would it change?! You don’t love me, Druig.”
“Oh, please—”
“You think I don’t notice the way you look at Makkari? You think it doesn’t eat me alive every single day knowing I can never have you so intimately? I will spend the rest of my life being a second choice, and yet you have the gall to come in here and accuse me of being cruel?!”
Any malice and judgement that once was present is now wiped clean from Druig’s face. He stares stoic, face neutral despite his blown pupils and quivering lips. He says nothing as you yell at him, does nothing as you give him a hard shove against his chest, he simply stares and listens.
“You had no right to intrude in on my conversation with Thena, and you had no right to come in here and make me out to be the villain when all I‘ve been trying to do is keep you happy.”
Tears well in your eyes, reflecting the stars in the sky beautifully, and for what must be the first time in years Druig is rendered completely silent. His lack of response irritates you even further, but there’s also a small part of you that has already begun to mourn the fact that nothing will ever be the same between you two again. Not after tonight.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” You snap harshly. Anger and sadness begin to drain from your body, and all you are left with is utter exhaustion. Desperately now, “Druig, say something.”
“I shouldn’t have come here,” he utters quietly. “I’m sorry.”
And with that he leaves, never once looking back and never once stopping to explain any further. He’s made a mess of you, and yet he doesn’t stop to try and help you put the pieces back together. For the first time in your life he’s left you to fend for yourself, and it makes your heartbreak all the more painful.
You once thought you knew what loneliness was, but nothing will ever compare to the gut wrenching agony that took hold of you the moment Druig shut the door behind him.
You were wrong.
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SUMMARY: If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it. Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.
PAIRINGS: Namor x Eternal!Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff ; light angst ; spoilers for Eternals (2021)
If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it.
Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.
In the aftermath of Ajak’s death, of Sersei’s frantic call that detailed what was happening–it didn’t take you too long to gather your belongings, to retrieve all the documents you needed just in case before you rushed behind your house, down the pathway and towards the secluded formation that was hidden deep behind your home.
In the cove you’d created decades ago, he waits for you as he always does. Somehow always finding his way back to your little hideout, again and again, as devoted as the waves that lapped at your shore.
Skin beaded with water, dark eyes pinned on you, always on you–the man you find does not match the names he’d been given over the past five hundred years, a fraction to your own existence.
K'uk'ulkan. Niño sin amor. Namor.
Legends only ever depicted him as one of two things: The merciless feathered serpent god worshipped by a long existing culture or the child without love, he who would light the world aflame if only he was not shackled to the ocean.
Here in this refuge you’d created, however, you’d learned that he was more than just that. Had spent nearly four hundred years unearthing every cavern of his mind, body and soul.
Without saying it, you know his worry has guided him through the currents today.
“I came to make sure you were unhurt after the Earthquake,” he says lowly, lacking the teasing lilt he often greeted you with. “But it seems you might know more than me already...”.
The armour you wear is dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, something he has not seen before in all of your years together.
Wearing it not even a week after the world felt Tiamut’s movement is all the evidence he needs, a damning fact that the tremors felt all over the world are more than what they are.
Slowly, Namor rises from the water and as he does, sea-foam bubbles around him, the worry you weren’t even aware had begun to fester dispersing just the same.
“I take it this is not for pleasure?” he continues, his nonchalance contradicted by the twitch of winged ankles.
“I’m afraid not,” you reply in lieu of your normal greeting.
His eyes linger on the glow of your hands, of the way your shoulders and arms are taught in a way he is unfamiliar with and you’re warmly reminded that he is not the only one who has been made bare before in this cove.
As detailed as you can, you explain to him what you had learned in the past few hours: Arishem had created your family to evolve the human species, not for their own betterment; but so their progression could provide enough energy for a Celestial to emerge from the Earth’s core once the Deviants were eliminated.
The world is ending, you reveal, almost choking on the cold, ugly truth.
When Sersei had explained it the first time, between rasped breaths and soft cries, you didn’t allow yourself time to lament what it all meant.
But now, seeing what you’ve come to consider the architect of your very being in front you, the truth unravels in a way that you cannot deny what it is.
An anchor that will drown you, or has drowned you already, considering all you’ve lost before. The people, memories, the love.
"We’ve never fought a Celestial before,” you admit, thinking of Thena, anguished and desperate, the echo of infinity seared into her gaze, before you think of your people and of him. “But we want this planet to be our last. I want it to be my last.”
It is not the words, but they might as well be.
In an instant, Namor grips your wrist, pulling you back into him as you huff with surprise.
His arms band around your waist, keeping you caged where he can nose along the column of your neck, hear the hitch in your breath at his closeness.
“If this is then true, tell me why I shouldn’t persuade you to stay with me?” he growls lowly at the base of your throat, easily shifting between calm and not, as fluid as the sea. “I could compel you to stay here where it’s safe, where you can stay here with me,”.
You can’t help but groan under the ministrations of his teeth on your skin when he begins to nibble, hands moving towards his face as you summon every ounce of sensibility in you to turn his head away. A hard feat, given the way your blood sings as slivers of his siren melody bleed into his words.
“Because though you would rather see the world burn, you would protect your people by any means necessary,” you gasp, feeling your fondness for him swell when he stills, caught.
For Talocan, Namor would protect his Kingdom by any means and at any cost. Even if he despised the rest of the world and would gladly burn the surface asunder, he would not condemn his people to burn, too.
You and your family, as splintered as they’ve come to be, are the greatest gamble he can take to save them and everyone else. Even if it means he can’t join you.
Silent in his defeat, Namor–sweet, enchanting Namor– tilts your head to his languidly, leaning forward and bringing you in a kiss that makes you both want to leave and surrender yourself to him all at once.
Humming, he slots your mouths together even more as he shifts you in his arms, and you have to swallow the moan the bubbles in your throat once he pulls away, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.
“The ocean has given me many miracles, mi puksik’al. But it has also given me many tragedies...” he says hoarsely, after a moment.
Leaning his forehead against your own to stare you deep in the eyes, it’s a wonder he’s only ever been called cruel and monstrous things when he all he is is bewitching. Wondrous even as he pleads: “I cannot afford one more, [Your Name].”
As he breathes, you press your nose against his and do the same. Feeling your heart break and mend all at once as you take life from his breath.
When you first landed on Earth, you found that there was no greater resource on the planet than its ocean. Deep, vast and endless. A force that could give as easily as it took away.
You’d revered it and its various forms the same way you did the man before you. Perhaps less than him now, you admit in this moment, when he leans back and brushes his lips against the crown of your head.
“Come back to me,” comes the murmur. “Meent’ uts”.
Closing your eyes, all you can do is nod as you take in the scent of salt and tears, rasping, “E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” as you surge upward to breathe him in once more.
NOTES:
Since all the Eternals all belong to different ethnic groups, Reader is Polynesian. I imagine her living somewhere on the island of Niue, as it is a coral atoll and has natural coves and chasms already though you can imagine otherwise.
The way Reader “takes life from his breath” when pressing their forehead against Namor’s references the Maori people and the action of the hongi, which recalls the Māori legend of the creation of the first earthly woman, Hineahuone. She was formed from clay by the creator god Tāne, who then breathed life into her nostrils.
“E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” is a Samoan proverb meaning that life may take someone far from home but they will always return. Case and point: Reader and Namor.
E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai = The toloa bird flies far, but will always return to the water.
I am not an expert in the Mayan/Yucate language, which I believe is the main language Namor speaks, but I’ve taken the following translations from various online sources and apologise sincerely if its not quite right. Please correct me where I’m wrong and I’ll note it down for future reference. I’d also appreciate any reputable linguistic sources for all my fanfics moving forward, but anyway:
It had been a misconception of how you were viewed. Written as the goddess, Flora, who adored flowers and the season of spring. You never said much about it while at museums, knowing you possessed the power of nature, bending, creating anything at your will.
But it wasn’t your powers that made you a deity, it was your love story. Since coming to Earth, you were the apple of Druig’s eye. The love shared between the two of you was something that needed to be written in the books. How soft he was with you no matter how mad he was, the adoration in his eyes when he saw you interacting with the humans, just knowing the little things about you.
Your heart only had love for flowers and Druig.
Over the course of the years, your story had been slightly altered but the main point was always clear, the two of you would die for each other, kill for each other, live for each other.
The Eternals clapped for two of you, Ajak trying not to cry, knowing that another two of her children were getting older.
The Eternals clapped for two of you, Ajak trying not to cry, knowing that another two of her children were getting older.
The Eternals clapped for two of you, Ajak trying not to cry, knowing that another two of her children were getting older.
Staying in the Hanging Garden, inviting the people of Babylon in, partying til the sun rises.
Druig watched you as you danced with the younger girls, each aweing over your dress, wanting to be near you. It gave him peace in the world of chaos they had.
Tenochtitlan
Your emotions were all over the place, hearing your lover finally expressing his discomfort, finally telling Ajak a piece of his mind. Watching Ikaris make his way towards him, towarding him against the wall, you started to lunge towards him not having enough time when Gilglamesh caught you. Seeing the fury in Ikaris eyes, seeing the slight sense of closure he could come to if he was able to get rid of Druig.
“Druig!” You yelled running after him as he walked down the steps, the people in the city under his control, parting a path for him.
Turning his head back to you, tears streaming down both of your faces, catching you in his arms, your hands wrapped tightly around him, hoping that could bring him back, but no matter no much you would try, nothing would work.
“Please.” You whispered into the crook of his head. “Stay, stay for me.”
It pained him to say anything but yes, Druig couldn’t live another day with his family after spending his life in agony of the people they tried to protect.
And if Druig didn’t stay, you would have came with him in a heartbeat.
“You must stay.” He said solemnly, his voice cracking knowing this would be the last time he would see you in god knew how many centuries. “You need them, they’re your family.”
“You’re my family.” You untucked yourself away from him, your tears glossy, tears stained on your cheeks.
“My beautiful, beautiful flower.” He whispered, his thumb rubbing against your cheek, wiping away the tears. “We’ll meet again, this isn’t goodbye, I know we will find each other again.”
Parting with such sorrow, one would say, the break in the story, but not the end of their love.
Present Day
The group of Eternals sat in the boat in the Amazon River, seeing the small clusters of people tending to the plants, whispering amongst themselves before running back into the forest.
It was something they weren’t expecting, seeing how everyone’s eyes had a simmer of gold in them, knowing they were under his mind, wondering how long they had been with him.
Sersi looked at the villagers, seeing the decorations, proposing that a celebration was soon to happen for them.
Standing in the middle of the compound, turning their head towards the building, watching Druig come down the steps, a permanent smirk on his face.
“Please,” He drawed. “Make yourselves at home.”
Hidden within the forest around the compound, you stayed growing more and more plants that would help the village grow. Druig had been with you most of the morning, before drifting back into the village when he heard some say they saw the Eternals coming in on a boat.
Walking to the center of the village, talking quietly with the villagers before one pointed out how Druig and the rest of the Eternals were in one of the larger buildings.
Entering slowly, you quietly opened the door, shutting it so no one was able to hear you. Druig still sat in the center of the room, watching you come in. He smirked, seeing how you waited for him. Beckoning you, you shuffled against the floor, coming to his side, turning to face the rest of the family.
“Keeping her away from us huh?” Ikaris asked. “We looked for you before we came here.”
“Where else would I be?” You asked harshly, just thinking of Ikaris since you all parted left a sour taste in your mouth.
“When did you come here?” Sersi asked.
“I usually come around this time every year.” You kept your answer short knowing they probably didn’t remember your wedding anniversary was today.
Druig silently made it known to the rest of the Eternals that he wanted to be one to tell you about the Deviants and Ajak. He always had your priorities in mind, and he couldn’t tell you the news on a day like today.
“Why don’t you go finish getting ready.” He whispered in your ear before sending you off.
“You can’t keep her in a plastic bubble for the rest of her life.” Sprite said, cocking an eyebrow.
“We can’t leave today, tomorrow.” Was all he said before leaving and following you out.
Just before your ceremony, the first deviant attacked, it had brought you by surprise, the rest of your family already going into battle.
“Druig!” You yelled, running around the compound, fighting off the deviant whilst trying to find him.
On command, a group of villagers shot at the deviant, eyes widening in horror as they were all swept off their feet by its tail.
Continuing to fight, you saw Druig slide in grabbing one of the guns before shooting the deviant in the head.
“Are you alright?” He said, his hands holding your wrists, scanning over your body looking for bruises.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, you need to let them go.” You looked back at the villagers. “This isn’t their fight, they need to get somewhere safe.”
It took all of him to say no, knowing that they were protecting you, but you had enough will and strong power to keep yourself up.
“Druig what’s happening!”
“Go get to the river!”
You had never left his sight afterwards, clinging onto him as you saw Gilgamesh, crying softly into his shoulder.
After the attack, when Sersi and Ikaris went to find Phastos, he had told you about the Emergence.
“My entire life is a lie.” You whispered in defeat. Druig sat across from you, holding your hand in his knowing that there was nothing he could do to change it. “And I like it here.”
Druig came to love the Earth because of you. It wasn’t people, but nature, the places you constantly took him too, seeing your face was what he loved.
“I will protect you for the rest of my life no matter where we are, no matter how far we are separated.” He said, his forehead resting against yours.
“Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” - Homer
a/n: look…ik this isn’t a request or part of any of my series’s but…i just couldn’t not write this idea that burst into my head in my genetics course alright?? (Ik what you’re thinking ‘oh great another series for her to abandon’ lol, ive never abandoned a series I’m just extremely slow and self conscious about my writing
word count: 1.4k
warning(s): author recently got over her extreme dislike for steve rogers so if anything feels forced it probably is - timeline might not make sense but whatever its my timeline now - nazis (WWII) - canon death - reader burns someone alive but its a nazi so its fine - this is literally like if Y/N was in every movie and participated in the plot - not explicitly stated in this part but reader is the mythological inspiration for the devil, bc I’m extra - slow? - lots of time jumps I’m sorry - i do not remember much of CA:FA soooo - Y/N is an eternal but they are not explicitly mentioned in this chapter
prompt: while the others separated after the supposed defeat of the Deviants, you immersed yourself into the world, it’s people, it’s culture. you love earth and would do anything to defend it but the celestials stand in your way. this is the story of how, in the shadows, you were the driving force protecting the world. (I’m sorry if this prompt is confusing - I couldn’t quite gather my thoughts)
Across the room, you gave Erskine a questioning stare. The scientist was looking at a clipboard, his brows furrowed together in a way that indicated the wheels of his mind were turning rapidly. Brushing off the soldier that was so boldly flirting with you, you made your way towards your friend, startling him once you came to look over his shoulder. Your eyebrows shot up at the list you read, every imaginable disqualifier for the military written in harsh black ink.
“This is a joke, right?”
Admittedly, your voice was hard, weighed down with the exhaustion of the war, tired of each candidate you presented being dismissed. Erskine sighed, looking at you with a similar exhausted expression but his eyes held hope.
“He has proven to be a good man, a perfect candidate!”
You raised a singular eyebrow, pressing your pointer finger down on the picture paper clipped to the file.
“He looks like a gust of wind could knock him over. I could take him with one arm tied behind my back, blindfolded, and walking on a tight rope.”
You watched as the scientist held back a smirk, determined not to encourage your words.
“Y/N, my dear, we both know you could do exactly that with any competitor.”
You shrugged, nodding your head in agreement. Still, you took the clipboard from him, looking over the file hesitantly.
“So, why is this boy the one?”
Erskine’s eyes lit up.
“Besides the determination and strength I see in him, he also exhibits selflessness. Today, he jumped onto a false grenade to protect his squad, not knowing it was a faux.”
Blinking, you gave your old friend a blank stare.
“So, your grand idea is to give this boy super serum…instead of therapy?”
Erskine made to argue but you held up a hand, passing him back the file.
“Aside from the asthma and the heart palpitations, you just said he jumped onto an actual bomb. I’ll approve of your selection, Abe, because we are running out of time, but let me speak with him first.”
Erskine sighed, nodding his head.
“Fine, but be quick, the General wants the demonstration soon.”
As he walked away, you leaned against the wall, flexing your hands in an attempt to calm your nerves. This had to work. Setting your shoulders, you adjusted your blouse and slacks before setting off to the medical room where Erskine’s candidate waited. You pulled back the curtain, shooing away the doctor inside with a look. The boy looked even thinner in person, you took into account, before smiling and holding out your hand. He took it with slight hesitation, confusion sparkling in his blue eyes.
“Is everything alright, ma’am? The doctor told me I could be released to my barracks before tomorrow.”
You nodded, apparently calming the nerves of the man as he relaxed slightly.
“I only have a few questions, then you’re ready to go Mr. Rogers.”
——
Peggy smiled at you as you took your place beside her, surrounded by a variety of military men. She grasped your hand tightly before clasping her hands together.
“This’ll work right?”
She spoke through her smile, voice hushed. You nodded reassuringly, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“It better but don’t worry, Steve is completely safe.”
Peggy sighed and the experiment started.
The next few moments were ingrained in your mind forever. The serum working, revealing a completely changed Steve Rogers. Howards excited cheer, Peggy’s blush as she ‘examined’ the man, Erskine’s proud expression.
Then came the explosion, the gunshots. Erskine falling to the ground, blood staining his shirt. Steve being the last person he saw. Steve looking over at you, almost gasping at the fire he saw in your eyes. You nodded, your silent permission setting off the soldier as he ran after the HYDRA agent, anger and grief fueling his pace. You knelt next to your friend, silent tears streaming down your face, grief coursing through your veins. This wasn’t the first loss you’d experienced, 7,000 years of being on this planet meant thousands of funerals, thousands of heartbreak. But no matter how many, each death chipped away your control, threatening to release the celestial power residing within you.
—-
Steven Grant Rogers was an idiot. A complete and utter dimwit. No brain cell in sight. Absolutely none. And you made sure he knew.
“You’re an idiot.”
You hissed into his ear as you felt the plane rattle in the air. You heard Peggy’s muffled laugh and let yourself smirk a bit before returning to glare at the super soldier.
“I’m an idiot for wanting to save my best friend?”
Damn him.
“Oh shut up. You’re an idiot for going into an active war zone, against orders, barely any training or experience under your belt, and wearing a helmet meant for a showgirl.”
Steve had the decency to look slightly embarrassed before raising a cocky eyebrow and turning to face your fiery gaze.
“You came with me though.”
He sounded like he had won the argument, a small smile on his face. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.
“To keep your stupid ass from dying. Howard, we’re almost there.” You halted your insult to inform the pilot, your senses sharpening as the plane crossed into enemy territory.
—-
You were sick of this war, sick of these monsters parading as men, sick of their stupid symbol, sick, sick, sick.
Steve had saved Bucky.
Bucky had died.
Steve and the Commandos were inside the headquarters of the Skull, each fighting their own battle. The Captain was against the Red Skull and you weren’t there to help, to protect. Instead, you were stuck fending off these pests that continued to fire their guns at you, no matter how little damage the bullets seemed to cause. One soldier seemed to grow balls, flipping his gun around to make it more of a baton. Yelling, he charged at you, swinging his weapon. The wood and metal splintered, shattering towards the ground. In a split second, you had him on his knees, hand on his throat. All bullets shot at you suspended in the air, creating some sense of a shield. Your grip tightened as you watched the soldier fumble for breath. Cocking your head to the side, you let the fire return to your eyes, the flames igniting the fear of the doomed man.
“sie Teufel!” He gasped out, lips rapidly chapping as the heat radiating from your body over took him. You let the fire running through your veins be released, swirling around the nazi soldier in a hellish cloak. His screams shocked his comrades, the smell of his burning flesh radiating through the air. When his burnt bones crumpled, the ash fell through your fingers and you turned towards the remaining men. As they slowly stepped backwards, prepared to run, your celestial energy burst from you, disintegrating any life form in its way.
Sighing, you reeled your power back in. As you walked towards the compound, you felt dread settle in your stomach. Something had happened, you could feel it in the air. You ran until you found Peggy, tears running down her face as she sobbed into a radio. When she looked up, you sagged against the doorway, closing your eyes.
He was gone. You had failed.
—-
~70 YEARS LATER
It wasn’t everyday you got a text from the Director of SHEILD while having lunch with the worlds most famous man. Sighing, you opened your phone, prepared to see a failed mission report to find Natasha’s sister. But what it said shocked you, causing the fork to fall out of your hand and clatter onto the plate. Tony startled a bit, looking at you above his sunglasses. Pepper and Rhodes also paused, sending you concerned looks. You swallowed, your potstickers losing their flavor. When Tony’s eyes met yours, you sent him a quiet apology, excusing yourself from the table.
“They found him.”
—
You had tried to explain all the problems with room Steve would wake up in, but you found your words dismissed. Fury sent you an apologetic glance as the two of you made your way through the crowded streets of New York City, chasing after a solider from another time. Nick was the first to speak with him, standing silent as Steve mourned his lost date. When he turned back around, however, you had made yourself known, coming to stand next to the Director.
“Y/N?”
“It’s about damn time, Rogers. Did you have a nice nap?”
a/n: look, ik this wasn’t the greatest fic i’ve ever written but I’m just proud of myself for actually writing something. i’m going to continue this series bc i just feel like its personal for some reason. Next part will be explaining Y/N’s relationship with Tony Stark and the IronFam!!
Summary: After a long day, none of the Eternals had spoken to you, worry festering about. You were simply out in nature, taking in the world. Druig and Makkari watched from afar, wondering when they’d have the courage to join you in your swaying near the water.
Inspired by: @lovegoods-things
Pairing: Drukkari x Reader
TW// lil bit angsty and fluff at the end
It had been a terribly horrible day, for everyone. You had been fighting off Deviants, making sure they didn’t hurt the citizens of whatever city you were in now. You traveled so much that you began to lose your memory, not knowing exactly what the names of the places you stayed at were.
The Deviants had been stronger than you expected, and it seemed they had begun to evolve into something more able to withstand the power of your team. Everyone had taken some sort of damage during the fight, blood ran into the dirt as Ajak tried to heal everyone fast enough for them to help with the fighting again. It had taken over an hour to finally defeat all of the beasts, and by the end of it everyone just wanted to sleep.
Everyone but you.
So there the Eternals sat, in the common area of the Domo, worried about you. They hadn’t talked to you since everyone arrived back at the Domo, and they couldn’t seem to find you anywhere. They decided it’d be best to split up into groups and go out looking for you, all of them afraid that you’d be caught in an attack by a Deviant.
Druig and Makkari teamed up to look for you, of course, and they found you rather quickly. You were standing by a creek in the woods, your body swaying back and forth as you hummed a soft tune to keep your mind off of the days events. Your fingers fiddled with the flowers growing from one of the many trees surrounding you, and in that moment, you looked like an evangelical being to them.
They stood and watched as you lowered yourself to sit on the ground, your feet still sunk into the cold, flowing water of the creek. When a small animal approached you, they couldn’t help but softly coo at the fragility you treated it with, almost as if it were a human child in your arms. Your hand gently ran over the animal’s fur, although they couldn’t exactly make out what the creature was before it ran off again, sensing their presence when Druig had shifted just the slightest bit.
“Ah...there goes my company...” You said softly to yourself as your hands begin to pick at the weeds in the ground.
Druig signs the words to Makkari so she could understand, since your back was facing the two of them and she couldn’t read your lips. He watched the hope light up in her eyes as she excitedly signed to him.
“Can we go join her? Please?”
He was nervous, of course, he didn’t want for both him and Makkari to get rejected by you, but he said yes just to satisfy her.
“We’ve been lookin’ all over for ya’.”
You turn your head to the man with the beautiful Irish accent, smiling at both him and Makkari and waving them over.
“I just needed a break from it all, today was rough.”
“We understand.”
You smile softly. “I’m glad someone does.” The slight sadness in your eyes is enough for Makkari to grab your hand and scoot closer to you, offering physical touch as comfort. Druig watches the way you squirm slightly as Makkari’s thigh touches yours, and despite not wanting to look in your head, he can hear your thoughts repeating to be calm, that Makkari is with Druig and Druig is with Makkari so neither of them would ever like you.
He finds it absolutely absurd. So, his hands grip around your waist, lifting you into his lap and holding you close as Makkari throws your legs over her own and leans her head on Druig’s shoulder.
“What’re you guys-?”
Makkari pushes a finger to her lips, effectively quieting you as your eyes flicker between the two of them.
Druig takes a deep breath, love and fear in his eyes as he looks at you. “We love you.”
“I love you guys, too,” you say, a friendly smile plastered on your face.
“No, (Y/N), we love you.”
“You...but...you’re with Druig and Druig is with you...why would you-?”
They both smile at your stuttering as you sit in Druig’s lap. Makkari can feel your fast heartbeart and Druig can hear thoughts passing in your mind as you think through what you’ve just been told.
“You love me? Me? When your’re both so perfect? Not just together but as individuals as well. I don’t deserve your love.”
“Of course you do, pretty girl.”
Your face heats up at the name so, you raise your hands to hide your face in them, but before you can even touch your face Makkari’s hands stop yours. “You deserve the world.”
“I-I want to be honest with the both of you... I’ve love you both for a really long time, and I want to be with you...but I’m scared I’ll ruin your relationship.”
Druig shakes his head and clicks his tongue just a few times, his fingers tightening ever so gently against your side. “You would never ruin our relationship, you’d only make it better. Will you be with us?”
“I-yes-yes of course I will, but what if-”
Then ‘Kari’s lips are on yours, effectively shutting down any worrying thoughts you had as you accepted Druig’s proposal to be with them.
You were the luckiest woman on the earth, getting the love of the two best Eternals. And they were the luckiest Eternals out of the bunch, getting to have you be their pretty girl.
A/N: fianlly got something written jsdksjkl based on this request by anon! beta read by mi amor @darling-im-moonstruck <3<3
WC: 2.2k+
Warnings: smut (18+ only!), mention of canonical character death, canon nudged to the left :D
Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader (fem)
For someone who was meant to live forever- a supposedly synthetic sentient being, one who wasn’t aware of yourself until your leader was sacrificed for a greater purpose, you were pretty good at holding grudges. It was the 21st century and you learnt that being stubborn was a common trait, and that it was okay to do so if your not-really partner left you wondering for five fucking thousand years if he felt the same for you or not.
Five thousand was a long time to dwell on feelings. And while you met other men (and women) during those five thousand years, you felt yourself yearning for the one man you've known since your existence on this planet.
Now that you think of it as you walk through the thick jungles of the unfamiliar lands of Amazon, you can’t help but wring your hands nervously, only sparing Sersi a glance as she looks at you with pursed lips, a coil of dread and nervousness making itself apparent in your gut at the prospect of meeting him again, after admittedly, a very long long time. An eternity, a romantic poet would call it.
You were standing just outside the rumoured kingdom, only at the insistence of Sersi and Ikarus, both of whom were aware of your… fling with him, if the way they glanced at you with familiarity in their eyes was anything to go by. Your head flashed to their wedding, feeling phantoms of his hands encircling your waist as he stood next to you, Makkari to your other side as she gave you a smirk at his actions.
For years, you both had denied having a label to your relationship- for the best too apparently, seeing as the only two of the eternals living together were Sersi and Sprite. You may have lost connection with them, but you never really forgot about him. Him and his flirty jokes, soft shoulder nudges and feather light kisses on your neck that left you shuddering at the sensation.
Thena- bless her, was oblivious to your predicament, as was Gilgamesh- seeing as he was left taking care of her. Smiling at their friendship and the devotion they had for each other, you felt your throat constricting. In a moment of weakness, you were left feeling strangely human at the thought of being able to see him with your own eyes, not just a figment of your imagination this time.
Yes, you could make a human sculpture with a twirl of your fingers- one command and the dirt and stones around you would turn into the most beautiful, lively sculptures made, be it from the temples of India or the Pantheons of Greece. But no amount of pristine sculptures could replicate his beauty to an extent. Your powers may be the exact opposite of those of Sersi, but in a way, you were both way similar.
“What’s on your mind?” She asks quietly as if reading your mind, absentmindedly kicking a dry log, looking at you with an unreadable expression that made you clench your fists.
“Nothing,” You mutter, squinting your eyes at the sun on top of your head, “Just..uh tired. Long day walking y’know.”
"You sure? I mean it's none of my business, but seeing your ex after thousands of years can be a little intimidating." She shrugged, sending you a smirk that said that she did not regret saying that statement, "I would know, I had to tell my human boyfriend that Ikaris was a pilot."
"Little would be an understatement," You muttered under your breath, "and he's not my ex, we never dated anyway."
"In theory," Kingo piped in, "You know bollywood has a movie, where soulmates meet in a different life, it's called Raabata, it means "connection" in Urdu."
"And how exactly does this fit my story?" You smiled, pursing your lips in amusement. You found it endearing, how connected and obsessed he seemed to be with these movies.
(You have to admit though, however weird they were, those movies were addictive.)
"If I may Madam, I think sir wants to say that maybe you and whatever God we're meeting next is your soulmate and that you're destined to meet!" Karun explains, a bounce to his step as Kingo pats his back.
"Aw, that's sweet Karun," You chuckled, feeling a strange heaviness in your chest. Clearing your throat, you looked ahead of you, “we’ll see about fate and soulmate though, as of now, we just need to find his goddamn kingdom, who lives in the middle of a forest anyway?”
Smiling at the chuckles, you shake your head, trudging your way ahead.
Only this time, your eyes met the sight of a small village, a small beautiful village with a very intimidating gatekeeper too.
“We come here in peace, we don’t want trouble.” Ikarus initiates, looking back at everybody as you all nod in affirmation.
“No one is supposed to know about this place, now tell me who you people are?”
“Let them go, they’re with me.” Druig’s voice suddenly echoed, making everyone snap their heads to the source of his voice.
"We're gonna go meet the others." Gilgamesh piped in, giving others a look as they all nodded in unison.
The guard bowed his head before backing away, your eyes meeting his.
And it felt like your lungs took in too much air, puffing your chest, leaving your heart to burst out of your body. Everything came to you in flashes, his hands touching spots on your skin, his lips leaving imprints of him on your neck, his smile and his sweet words echoing in your head.
Walking towards him through what felt like molasses, you let go of your surroundings, your gaze trained on his sharp features.
"Hey there sunshine." He whispered, only heard by your ears, a tiny smirk making its way on his face.
"Hey yourself." You muttered, before puffing your chest and aiming right for his nose, punching him so hard that you could hear the bone of his nose crunch.
“Ow ok I missed you too princess!” He said, his voice nasally and eyes mischievous, stepping back when he saw your fuming expression.
"Don't call me princess," you growled, moving forward so that you were close enough to feel his breath fanning your skin. The others at this point had retreated to other places of the camp, leaving just the two of you- standing firm on your ground as you felt yourself soften up.
"What do you want me to call you then, beautiful?" He smirked, bringing a hand up to lift your chin, finally getting a look at his icy blue eyes.
"Call me what you want once I give you a taste of your own medicine." You said back, pushing him aside and making your way towards the others.
“I’ll only come if she stops the silent treatment.” He smirked, everyone’s eyes now trained on you as you rolled your eyes, standing up from where you were leaning on the wall of the small hut.
“That’s a stupid deal.” You muttered.
“How’s my sunshine this morning?” His sweet drawl echoes in your ear, his soft hands slowly encircling your waist as you huff at him, hooking your hands to his as you begrudgingly sway with him, the nightly breeze hitting your bare hands, making goosebumps appear on your skin.
You didn’t know at what point it had started, maybe it was three thousand years ago when he took a spear for you during a war, angering you at his stupid self sacrificial behaviour, or maybe it was with how he had abandoned everyone to live in some discreet village with pesky little humans, your hatred for him ran deep in your veins, discolouring your once golden blood and leaving a sour taste in your mouth at every glance he spared at you with his stupid, beautiful, gorgeous fucking eyes.
Those stupid fucking eyes that left your heart racing and mouth dry, hands shaking in anticipation of what might come out of his mouth next, sounds of his moans and pants coming in muffled waves like you were deep under the ocean as you saw his tiny smirk directed at you. Rolling your eyes, you huffed another strangled sound, pushing your hand on his chest and another on the headboard of some poor local who was out at the moment as your hips rocked in sync with his. You were glad that the others had left you two alone, albeit with a knowing look.
You had the house to yourself- you and that stupid oaf of a man, Druig.
And as you flipped him with all your will and power- his mind control powers never really worked on you, for the first time you felt as if he had a spell on you, your mind going blank as your sweaty bodies clashed against each other, and yet you couldn’t bear to look at his face right now, afraid that anger still hot and boiling in your chest would leave your wounded mouth unzipped, accidentally bringing out the wrong message to him.
Scrunching your eyes, you bit your lips as your stomach roiled with pleasure, the sight of him under you as you rode him mushed up your thought process of why exactly were you angry with the man you were in love with.
“Still the silent treatment princess?” Druig grunted, clenching his hands around your waist as you looked up, sweating and out of breath but still ecstatic at the feeling of his cock inside you, your own walls clenching like they hadn’t in thousands of years, "You know this isn't going to work if you don't speak right? That was the deal."
For years and years, you and Druig had… something. Something that was, unfortunately and to the eternal vexation of the others, unnamed. Something that had the potential of being beautiful, like the thing he and Makkari had. No matter how mad you were with him, their interactions always made your heart swell.
"Now you want to talk huh?" You huffed, squeezing his shoulders, feeling closer and closer to your climax, the bed creaking with both your added weights and movement.
"What do you mean by that love?" He sighed, squeezing your hips to grab your attention.
For the first time that night, you got a proper look at his features, his sharp cheekbones and dark eyes, the flat mushroom he called hair, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours that meant business, a shine to them that you couldn’t get, and yet a dark sheen to them that made your heart stutter.
"What I mean is, that you're a fucking asshole!" You seethed, sneering at his confused expression, "why do you always leave? Why do you always promise you'll stay when you know that you won't keep that promise!?"
"Sweetheart-"
"No! Don't you sweetheart me Druig! You're a fucking liar and I hate you!" You cried out, frustrated and tired and angry, pounding on his chest as you pulled out of him, “are you even planning on staying if you do join us?”
A moment of silence, one that felt like a knife slicing through your chest was all it took for the dam to break. Getting up, body exposed under the thin moonlight coming through the curtains of the ten, you curled up in a tight ball, flinching when you felt his arms encircling your body, mouth close to your ears enough to feel his hot breath on your skin.
“I didn’t want to leave you beautiful, I just, I was so angry at Ajak for not letting me stop all those awful wars, I couldn’t bear looking at them y’know?” he explains slowly, rubbing his palms back and forth on your skin, “What’s the use of my powers if I can’t even stop wars?”
“But that’s the thing about you,” You murmur, bringing his palm closer to your lips, feeling his pointy hair tickle your neck, “you have powers and you use them for good. But there are certain things that just… cannot be prevented Druig, you just have to let them happen.”
“And I’m sick of hearing those words.” He whispers, “they make me feel like I have no real purpose.”
Whipping back to see his face, you scrunch your brow, tenderly caressing his cheeks in your palm, “but you do have a purpose! Your purpose is avenging Ajak! Your purpose is stopping those disgusting deviants and protecting the humans on this beautiful planet! You have.. You have me. Let me be your purpose.”
“Damn right I have you princess.” He smirked, caressing a hand under your hair to pull you in for another kiss, this time slow and passionate and warm, and so much like him that it made your chest ache at the familiarity, “damn right you do.”
***
"I'll come with you guys." Was all he said, the others looking at you with a knowing smile as they nodded.
The fight for your life was exhausting, losing Gilgamesh was exhausting, but knowing that he had your back was as refreshing as knowing that saving the life of these mortals on this planet was as worth disobeying the very being who created you.
A/N: Lemme know what y'all think!! <33
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Description: Y/N must face Druig, the man who she loved and the man who left her after thousands of years apart. (Druig x Fem! Reader) SPOILERS if you haven't seen the movie.
Read the Prologue here
Note: Hello all! Trying to get a little bit of a base for a back story here that does follow the movie! There will be some more scenes with Druig coming soon but I also wanted to establish the reader independently as well. I'm planning on doing some flashback scenes as well so you can see more of their relationship prior to separation Thanks for reading!
The earth was genuinely such a beautiful place. Things like the way the trees changed colors as the slightest chill came across the earth, how dewy it felt in the mornings when there was a fog across the rivers and birds chirping in the background as the sun threatened to leak over the backsides of the mountain. Then there was the people, the beautiful people that inhabited earth and their families they had created, the tribes they had created, the homes they had built from raw materials from the earth, they were truly amazing.
It seemed like nothing was just purely beautiful though, everything always has its faults and this Earth had them as well. While there was so much beauty in the people there were also so many faults, there was deceit, war, betrayal among people, killing for the sake of war. It was truly one of the worst parts of it all, seeing the world so beautifully but also seeing it so broken, and you knew there were so many trials ahead for earth that were beyond what you knew now, things were only going to advance from here.
There was a war around you, the sound of guns firing every second and the forest wasn’t the beautiful green serene place it normally was, it was in flames, the trees and plants being immersed in flames, it broke your heart to feel the energy of the earth around you dying. The forest was orange, the color of burning fire bouncing off the faces as you all stood and watched the horror unfold. ‘’They’re all going to die,’’ You hear Thena’s voice from behind you. You turned around to see her standing there rigid, her face seemed to have a glowing glitch to it, You turned toward her the broken branches cracking under your feet, ‘’They are all going to die,’’ She repeated once again as if she was in some kind of trance. You finally come to her side and you lift your hand to place it on her shoulder but before you can she forges a blade from her hands swinging it toward your body.
‘’Thena!’’ You call out, and as quickly as it happens you raise your hand in defense and a vine wraps around Thenas feet to keep her from moving just as her weapon hits your shoulder, you had been trying to turn away and the blade hit the back of your shoulder knocking you to the ground, you felt a warm liquid seeping through your sleeve and you reach up blood soaking your hand immediately. Thena took her weapon swiping at the vines around her feet as she took another step forward bringing her staff above her head ready to strike you. Just as she was about to bring it down on you she was tackled by Makkari who had moved her a safe distance from where you were. A few moments later you attempted to push yourself up from the ground noticing the commotion around you, Giglamesh was now fighting against Thena he was catching every swing she was throwing at him, you raised your hand once again wrapping Thenas feet in a mess of vines which threw her off balance just enough for him to slam his fist into her body knocking her cold on the ground. You glance over at Kingo who was on the ground with Makkari who was clutching her stomach blood seeping out of that as well. You watched in shock as everyone around was quite confused at the sudden attack.
‘’Y/N,’’ You hear a hushed voice come to your side and you glance over Druig on his knees next to you, his eyes falling toward the blood covering the right side of your shoulder. ‘’Ajak!’’ He called out to her, she was over with Makkari and Kingo at the moment and she nodded in his direction. ‘’She’ll be over here soon,’’ He says. He grabbed your hand squeezing it tightly and he offered you a comforting smile, one that you granted back to him, Ajak was going to come heal you and everything would be fine.
‘’I’m fine Druig,’’ You tell him, squeezing his hand, he just looks up impatiently waiting on Ajak to come over and heal you.
‘’Y/N, Are you alright?’’ Ajak asks, finally making her way over to you, ‘’What happened?’’ She asks you her hand gliding over your shoulder gently and you feel the warmth under where her hand was. As she let go you glanced down the blood was still there but the large hole in your sleeve you couldn’t feel anything where the cut had been previously.
You take in a deep breath, ‘’I was just watching everything and I heard her say behind me that everyone was going to die and she just kept repeating it, when I went over to see what was wrong she drew her weapon and started to attack,’’ You tell her, ‘’Her eyes they were white,’’ you say.
Ajak looked concerned, ‘’We need to move from this area, we need to move her before she wakes up again,’’ She tells everyone.
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‘’I thought Mahd W’yry was a myth,’’ Sersi says, glancing down at Thena’s face, which was peacefully laid back against the cold stone.
‘’There is no cure, so no one really talks about it,’’ Phastos points out, Gilgamesh looked heartbroken for his friend knowing that her life would be spent in such a state, she was technically a danger and it was the first time one of the eternals ever posed a threat to the rest of the team.
A sharp intake of breath catches the room's attention as everyone glances down to Thena who had woken. Everyone slowed etched closer to her, not trying to hover her too much but to make sure she was okay, it wasn’t Thena who attacked it was something else that made her and there was no ill intent. ‘’What happened?’’ Were the first words that rolled off of her lips.
Ajak looked around the room and everyone had a mournful expression, ‘’You attacked everyone,’’ She tells her blatantly. ‘’Sersi, Phastos, Y/N, you nearly killed Makkari,’’ She explains to her.
Thena pushed herself up from the concrete slab glancing around the room, she looked frightened, ‘’I don’t remember,’’ She tells everyone.
With the softest voice Ajak tells her, ‘’You have Mahd Wr’ry. Your mind is fracturing under the weight of your memories.’’ She pauses. ‘’I can always erase them so that you may start over.’’ She says and you immediately turn your head thinking of how Thena must feel to have that be the only option. ‘’We have to inform Arishem and take you back to the ship where we have the technology to help you.’’
Makkari signs to everyone But it won’t be Thena anymore.
Kingo immediately jumps in, ‘’What if it happens again? She could’ve killed you, she could kill all of us.’’ He tells everyone.
‘’And what if it doesn’t?’’ You question, ‘’What if the war triggered her and she just needs to be cautious?’’ You rebuttal him.
Phastos looks over at you, ‘’Mahd W’yry only worsens. It will happen more frequently as time goes on, and it will be hard to avoid those things given what we do.’’
‘’Please,’’ Thena says breathlessly. ‘’Please I want to remember,’’ She says desperately, pleading to let her hang on to who she was.
Ajak lookes to Thena with such kindness in her eyes, ‘’Thena I love you, but it’s not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain, you will always be Thena inside. Trust me.’’ Ajak offers her.
From the corner of the room Druig interrupts, ‘’Why should she trust you?’’ He raises the question. ‘’You’re asking her to let you erase who she is.’’ He says his voice steady but you could tell he was about to blow up.
‘’I understand your upset-’’ Ajak begins to say.
‘’Upset?’’ Druig yells out interrupting her, you felt yourself jump hearing the anger in his voice something you didn’t often hear. ‘’We’ve trusted you 7,000 years and look where you have gotten us. Are we really helping these people build a better world eh?’’ He asks. You pushed yourself off the wall you had been leaning on for support, toward Druig slowly. He turns around looking out at the massacre unfolding before him, ‘’We are just like the soldiers down there, pawns to their leaders and blinded by loyalty. It ends now.’’
Below us the screams had halted, the metal clattered to the ground as the killings stopped, Druig had stopped them. Ikaris had made his way over pulling Druig back, shoving him against the wall, ‘’Let them go,’’ Ikaris instructed.
‘’Ikaris back off,’’ You tell him as you come to his side. Druig barely glances your way, his eyes staying on Ikaris.
‘’You’re gonna have to make me,’’ He tells Ikaris not wavering.
‘’Stop!’’ Ajak yells.
Ikaris falls back from Druig releasing him, he glances at Ajak as loyal as ever. Druig looks to Ajak, ‘’If you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to kill me.’’ You tense your jaw at his words and he spares you one slide glance before turning around back to the stupor soldiers. You stand for a moment stunned at what had just unfolded.
Your body began to move before your mind had registered what you were going to do, Ikaris hand reached out grabbing your upper bicep. You instinctively ripped it away from his grasp staring him straight in the eye, he looked as if he had been betrayed. You don’t say another word, just make your way down the steps after Druig who was already at the bottom, ‘’Druig,’’ You call out to him but he keeps walking. ‘’Druig,’’ You call out again hoping he will hear you. You were pushing through people trying to get to him, the soldiers in armor surrounding you when just moments ago they were taking part in a massacre. Realizing he was ignoring you you take your hand and with a slight wave a tree devised in front of him blocking his path. ‘’Where are you going?’’ You ask him as he comes to a halt.
‘’Y/N,’’ He says his voice flustered, ‘’Move it.’’ He tells you.
‘’No, you can’t just leave.’’ You say to him taking the first step toward him, his face doesn’t alter from that stoned expression. The fires were blazing around you the soldiers waiting for Druig to continue. ‘’You can’t do this to these people, they don’t understand.’’ You tell him.
‘’And what let them keep killing each other?’’ He says to you his voice is calmer than you expected.
‘’Then just stop this here and let them go,’’ You plead. You take a step forward putting your hand on his shoulders, one hand reaches up touching his cheek, ‘’We can go somewhere, you and me.’’ You tell him, ‘’Wherever you want.’’
Druig reaches up grabbing your hand and holding it in his, ‘’Do you think what I’m doing is wrong Y/N?’’ A simple question but you knew the answer he was looking for.
‘’Not all of it,’’ You tell him with complete honesty, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, you had to tell him the truth. ‘’Druig I love you,’’ You speak aloud, for years you had known you did but had never told him.
He stands there for a moment just staring back at you blankly, you knew you already had your answer to what he was about to do but it didn’t make the pain of it feel any less bearable. He doesn’t say a word back to you before he turns around the soldiers following him as he walks away from you. You felt the tears streaming down your face the air becoming even hotter around you than it already was, the fire was blazing around you and soldiers kept brushing you in pursuit of Druig.
You stood there for what felt like an eternity, hoping he would realize the mistake and turn back around. It wasn’t until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder that you realized you were still amongst the ruins that had been left. Ajak stood in front of you, ‘’I’m so sorry,’’ She says to you, her hands reaching up to hold your face in both her hands.
‘’He left,’’ You told her and she nodded her head knowingly.
‘’He needed to,’’ She tells you, ‘’It’s what he believed was right.’’ She says. You felt your face crumble with sadness overwhelming you at once. You had told him you loved him and he walked away. ‘’Y/N you are free to go,’’ She tells you. You look up bewildered at what she had just said, ‘’Go live a life, find a purpose.’’
‘’Leave?’’ You ask her confused, ‘’I will stay with you all.’’
‘’You all are not to live as soldiers now,’’ She takes a deep breath, ‘’Everyone is free to go and do as they please and we will meet again one day. I’m sure of it.’’ She says her voice was not wavering once she truly meant it. ‘’And when we do I want you to tell me everything,’’ She pauses, ‘’everything you have found.’’ A weak smile crosses her lips, ‘’I know you will make a beautiful life for yourself, so until we meet again.’’ She tells you and your hand reaches to the side of her arm and you squeeze it tightly.
‘’But you all are my family,’’ You tell her, ‘’How am I-’’ You begin to say but stop yourself short. It didn’t matter, the rest had no doubt already gone. Your family leaving without a goodbye, and now you have lost two of the best things you had in life all within the span of what felt like a few moments. You look back up at Ajak as she waits for you to finish what you were beginning to say, ‘’Until we meet again,’’ You tell her.
Arriving back at the compound with now a new memorable moment and a cutesy drawing that was given to you by the little girl. You admired it, thankful that you had something to remember the little girl by, it was a drawing of you and the girl holding hands, with golden wiggly lines surrounding the two of you. Walking towards the kitchen, you were too busy staring at the piece of paper in your hands to even notice the presence of the others; who were very much aware of your presence, watching you intensely as you delicately stuck the drawing on the fridge with magnets. “Wow, you are almost as talented as Matisse.” Someone muttered sarcastically from behind you. Yelena, you recognised her voice instantly. You’ve always liked her, she never failed to make you laugh with her witty comments; and also her unusual choice of meals. “Yelena” you exclaimed, “When did you get back? Did everything go well? Are you hungry? Are you hurt at all? Come, let me check.” you gently held her hand and tugged her closer to you, remembering she had been on a mission for two months and must’ve just gotten back. “I am fine grandma.” she said with an eye roll whilst simultaneously swatting your hands away. “I missed you.” she said in a small voice for only you to hear. Knowing she was safe and back, you let yourself smile and bring her into a hug, whispering how you missed her too. You couldn’t stop yourself from hugging her; she’s Yelena! Such an adorable and loving human in your eyes, and also a very huggable person. Pulling away, you noticed some of your other teammates in the same space too; giving them a small smile as a greeting and ruffing up Peter’s hair, immediately combing it through neatly after.
You turn back to stare at the drawing which was now hung on the fridge, “Where’d you get that from? Was it a gift?” Peter questioned innocently while he stared at the drawing too. Excited, you opened your mouth to tell them the adorable story of the little girl you had met while on your little café trip and how in such an odd way she had reminded you of Druig, but remembering the reason why they had been so cold to you recently; your mouth closed and the excited expression on your face disappeared, ‘would telling them the story of a little girl lovingly approaching me spark anger in them once again?’ you asked yourself in your head. “A gift, yeah.” you answered Peter, trying your best not to let your powers show how you really felt at the moment. You wished you could share the story, you love sharing your stories with people. But now, your teammates had made you feel guilty for how much the public loved you; you also felt that by sharing such a story, was almost like you were sharing a part of your heart and soul to them, which you didn’t want to do anymore; stubbornly sticking to the promise you made to yourself.
Retrieving the piece of paper back into your hands, you bid everyone there goodbye and made your way back to your bedroom. To you, the drawing looked beautiful, like it belonged in an art gallery, but to others; it looked like two stick figures with other shapes and gold lines offhandedly drawn on by a random child. Since you are the only one who knew the events that happened which led to you owning such a drawing, you decided to keep it all to yourself; framed up in your room. Keeping your eyes on the piece of paper on the whole walk to your room, you failed to realise that the lights in Natasha and Wanda’s room were switched on, failing to realise that they were back; the two women who had squashed your heart with their hands, figuratively speaking; maybe even overly dramatically speaking, but whatever.. they hurt you.
When you were far away enough, the team sat in silence for a few seconds before letting their panic show. “Did you guys see that?” Sam asked. “Oh my god, we’ve fucked up.” Clint spoke. “Hulk says he feels bad.” Bruce admitted, with a nervous voice. They all noticed the way your relaxed body tensed up and how you schooled your excited expression into becoming stoic. “I wish I had a gift like that.” Peter said dreamily as he watched the corridor you had just walked through. “Kid, are you blind? or just incredibly oblivious?” Tony questioned with a lopsided smile, letting the boy know that he wasn’t all that serious. “What do you mean Mr Stark?” Peter asked, now just utterly confused, had something happened recently? ‘maybe i should start spending more time at the compound.’ he thought to himself. “This group of idiots have been big ol’ jerks to our nature goddess here, apparently she’s been too perfect and they seem to have a problem with that.” Tony said, venom lacing his voice as he glared at the rest. He never took part in the harsh treatments towards you. In his opinion; you do good for the world, you deserved all the praise that you were receiving and his teammates were all acting like angsty immature teenagers; hurting you in the process. “Even my sister?” Yelena questioned Tony with disbelief. “Ah yes, I believe that your sister and witchy did the most damage.” He said with one hand on his chin, scratching his beard; shaking his head like a disappointed father. “Tell me everything that happened here when I was fucking stuck in Malaysia sweating my tits off.” Yelena said, or more demanded. Peter giggled at her choice of words while Steve turned slightly red in the face “Watch your language, Peter is here.” he said with his arms crossed and a disapproving look on his face. “You don’t get to act all high and mighty now after how you treated her Cap.” Tony challenged, to which Steve looked to the ground, ashamed of himself. When Tony finished relaying the events that had affected you to that degree, your teammates who had participated in the “Playground bullying” as Tony phrased it; were all looking away in shame, desperately avoiding eye contact with Peter, who they knew looked up to each and every one of them, and also desperately avoiding eye contact with the blonde Russian who was practically fuming. “что мы наделали” ‘what have we done’ Bucky’s voice came through muffled from having his face planted onto the dining table.
“мы сейчас говорим по-русски? почему это?” ‘we’re speaking russian now? why is that?’ Natasha asked as she walked into the room with Wanda by her side. “She’s back, she’s home Tasha.” Wanda exhaled, “Everyone’s thoughts are basically yelling at me, don’t blame me.” she said when everyone gave her an annoyed look for listening into their heads. “Oh I can blame the two of you for plenty.” Yelena said while staring her sister down, “We know what we did okay? We’re going to make it up to her right now and explain ourselves.” Natasha declared as she started to walk towards the living areas. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Peter spoke up, sweating in his shoes as Natasha stared at him blankly. “She’s still upset, she just got even more upset and we don’t even know why yet. So I don’t think it’s very smart for the two people who hurt her the most, to go and see her right now. I’m going to go check up on her.” He sounded more sure of himself and confident than how he actually felt on the inside. “You don’t get to tell us wha-“ “He’s right Natasha.” Wanda interrupted her girlfriend, with the use of her actual name and not a nickname, Natasha backed down.
You were sat on your bed snuggled up in one of Wanda’s sweaters. Running your fingers up and down the soft fabric, thinking back to the night where she gave it to you.
“Wandaaa” You pulled out the last syllable of her name with a pout adoring your lips, “I’m cold.” You said as you cuddled closer to the both of them, Wanda being on your left and Natasha on your right. Wanda turned to face you with soft eyes that lingered on your pouty lips, oh how badly she wanted to kiss it away; “Wait here любовь.” she said right before she stood up from their bed, earning a pitiful whine from you; Natasha took the opportunity to pull you closer to her, looking down at you with a smug smile. “What do you think you’re doing?” Wanda questioned Natasha, head tilted to the side. “Come любовь, put this on.” the younger redhead said whilst pulling her sweater over your body. As she got back into bed and pulled the covers back over her body, you brought her sweater to your nose and sniffing it slightly, “It smells like you.” you said with an adorable smile. “It’s also my favourite colour” you pointed out. “Green huh? As expected from Mother Nature herself.” Natasha said with a laugh and shaking her head. “Oh it has nothing to do with nature, it’s the colour of the both of your eyes. The green in both of your guys’ eyes are more beautiful than any forests that i’ve come across in my life; and I grew almost all of them.” you spoke confidently, holding on to both of their hands; rubbing their knuckles with your thumb gently. They were both rendered speechless, they have never heard such words come out from anyone before. Staring at you as you nonchalantly continued watching television as though you hadn’t just said the most romantic thing they have ever heard, they just snuggled closer to you and squeezing you tighter; hoping that their actions would be able to convey how they felt in a way that their words couldn’t, you are the most precious being they’ve ever encountered. The three of you spent all day cuddled up in bed watching any and every movie that played, you only left their room the next morning; stealing away Wanda’s sweater.
Tears sprung to your eyes, you felt pathetic really; crying over a sweater. Now you felt like a teenage girl, crying about her highschool douchebag boyfriend. Never have you felt more like a human, but in the worst of ways. Hearing a knock at your door, you already knew who it was. Wiping away your unshed tears and sniffing away your sniffles “Come in Peter.” you spoke loud enough for him to hear. “Woah, can you read minds too? how’d you know it was me? that was freaky dude.” was the first thing he said when he stepped into your room. Giggling, “No Peter, I can’t. I could feel you, your nerves were basically calling out to me. Is something of the bother?”, you patted the spot next to you on bed. “I should be asking you that. I heard what happened, wanna talk about it?” he asked as he took his seat next to you, leaning against your side putting his head on your shoulder.
Looking down at the boy, seeing only sincerity in his eyes; you told him everything, about how much Natasha and Wanda had hurt you and also the cute story of how you received the drawing from earlier, which ultimately led to you telling him about Druig. “Oh wow… I can never fully grasp how old you are.” he said, eyes fixated on your ceiling as he tried to imagine standing at the top of Babylon thousands of years ago. “Did you just call me old Peter?” you questioned playfully but it seemed that he missed your tone entirely. “No! Oh god no no I didn’t mean it like that..- ya know it’s- uhh- it’s just that.. well you are old and-“ your laugh cut his panicked ramble off “I was only joking Peter, I know that i am incredibly old.” you said, throwing him a wink. “They shouldn’t have treated you the way they did, how did they even not eat your food? No one cooks better than you do!” he said, trying to lighten the situation. “Oh you should meet Gilgamesh, in all my years, no one’s food could ever top his.” you said with a nostalgic smile. “They’re back from their mission by the way.” Now that caused any remnants of a smile to fade from your face. “They want to apologise. They feel horrible, i could see it in their faces.” Peter said softly. “I’ve already forgiven them Peter, It’s no use holding grudges; it only makes you feel worse. But I definitely will be distancing myself from them, i’d rather not give them another opportunity to make me feel that way.” Peter nodded, understanding why you felt this way. “Please don’t distance yourself from me? Pretty please?” he asked as he twiddled with his fingers. “Never Peter.” you told him honestly. “I’ll leave you be now.” he said before kissing you on the cheek and leaving your room.
Hiding out in your room for a couple of hours, you knew that you couldn’t avoid the two redheads forever. You strolled out of your room during dinner time; moving towards the kitchen, you were met with two sets of your favourite shades of green. Noticing your presence, they rushed towards you; “любовь, can we please talk?” Natasha asked you with pleading eyes. Finally being able to hear her voice after she deprived you of it for so long sent a wave of hurt to your heart. “Please detka.” Wanda added after hearing your thoughts; grabbing your hand, missing the way your hand felt in hers. To their surprise, you gave them a smile and nodded your head; but what surprised them even more was when you freed your hand from Wanda’s hold and started making your way back to your room, knowing that they would follow. ‘was this what you felt like when Wanda refused your hug?’ they both thought as they trailed behind you. Opening your door and letting them in, the two women made their way over to your bed and sat down; leaving space for you in the middle, but you remained where you stood in front of the bed, waiting for them to start the conversation. After an awkward few seconds of them just staring at you, you couldn’t take it anymore; “Hello, what was it that you wanted to talk about?” You questioned, smile on your face as you tried to get rid of the awkward tension. “We’re so sorry, we were upset and that isn’t an excuse but we directed that anger onto you, which you definitely did not deserve.” Natasha started, “What we did was very very wrong and we promise you that nothing like that will ever happen again.” Wanda continued. “Please tell us how we can make things better, I can’t stand the fact that we had hurt you this badly.” You stared at them, not really knowing what to say. “I forgive you you, and you too. Of course I do, It isn’t good to hold grudges you know? Bad for the soul. I’d like to move on from this whole thing, wouldn’t you?” Relief flooded over them, they wanted nothing more than to move on from this; but they were also surprised with the lack of argument from you. You hadn’t even asked for more of an explanation or voiced how much they had hurt you, all you did was forgive them. Brushing it off, they believed that everything was fine; they wanted to believe that it was anyway. Smiling and moving towards them, you gently pulled them up and brought them into a hug. No, it wasn’t like your usual hugs. It wasn’t the usual hug that you’d give them that would usually end with them melting against you, all you did was gave them a short side hug, kind of like the ones where you’d give that one cousin that you didn’t really like. Pulling away and turning around to exit your room, you didn’t notice the heartbreak on their faces, “Let’s get some dinner shall we?” you spoke over your shoulder. All they could do was stare at your back as you walked away from them, it felt like you were walking away from their lives. Were you? You meant what you said about moving on, moving on from them.
It was weird, not sitting in between Wanda and Natasha during dinner; instead choosing to sit with Morgan and Tony. Ignoring everyone’s constant glances to you and the longing looks that Wanda and Natasha kept giving you; you watched as Tony tries and fails to get Morgan to eat her meal. Awkwardly clearing his throat, Bucky directed his attention to you “Hey- uh.. where’d that drawing go?” he asked, trying in any way to get you to open up like before. “Oh its in my room.” You answered simply, eyes still on Morgan, smirking as she crossed her arms and gave her father the dirtiest look as he held the fork to her mouth. “Who uh was it fro…uh- who gave it to you?” He prayed that you’d continue the conversation; “A friend.” you answered, not providing any other details. “Oh, which frie-“, “Want to sit on my lap honey?” you interrupted as you offered Morgan. “Yes please” she said with grabby hands and the most adorable pout on her face. You lifted her onto your lap and looked back to Bucky, “A little girl I met at a cafe.” you said with a smile, not wanting him to feel bad as you avoided going into details.
Dinner passed quickly as you easily fed Morgan who was sat comfortably on your lap, you also didn’t miss the chance to give Tony a smug look for being able to get the task done without issue. Washing your hands, Natasha and Wanda approached you warily, not really knowing where they stood with you anymore, “Movie night? We haven’t had one of those in a while.” Wanda suggested with a shy smile whilst also ignoring the bitter fact that they’d blatantly ignored your offer of a movie night before they had left for their mission. “You guys go ahead, I have an early morning with this little one. What did you want to build again honey?” you told them as you stuck your tongue out childishly to Morgan. “Flower fortress! Flower fortress.” Snickering, you nod “Ah that’s right, flower fortress for the flower princess.” you looked at her lovingly, kissing her on the forehead as you prepared to turn in for the night, not seeing the two women watch your interaction with the young girl with the almost comical googly eyes. “Goodnight Natasha, goodnight Wanda.” You said, feeling your heart shatter at their frowns of disappointment and sadness; all you wanted to do was bring them comfort and tell them that everything would be alright, but you held on stubbornly. “How about coffee then? Maybe you could bring us to that cafe you mentioned earlier.” Natasha tried, feeling hopeful when she saw you smile. “…coffee it is then.” you said after a pause. “I don’t have a good feeling about tomorrow Tasha… it’s just this gnawing feeling at the back of my mind” Wanda whispered out, listening to your faint retreating footsteps.
Eyes closed as you were drifting off to sleep, thoughts drifting to a certain Eternal; wondering where he was and what he was up to. Nighttime flowers bloomed; wildlife around you started to come back to life and clueless yet intrigued animals approached your room from the outside as you fell asleep to the thought of him, feeling the warmest you have felt in a while. Unbeknownst to you, he was closer than you knew.
