You and Druig have been friends…well forever. Now you’re something just a little more. You just want a fun night with your friends. And you almost get one, until Druig gets jealous.
“Why d’you insist on going out with them like this?” Druig’s heavily accented voice breaks through the silence of your room.
You look up from putting on your favorite heels, and find him leaning against your doorway.
You roll your eyes, fully prepared to ignore him.
“It’s below us, below you…” he continues.
“Druig if you want to come out with us, just say that” you tease, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.
“That’s the las’ thing I want” he says, standing up straight and walking towards where you were sitting on the bed. Your eyes are glued to him as he makes his way over to you in only a few confident strides.
You stare up at him, blue eyes meeting yours.
“What I really want…” he begins, grabbing your chin with his long fingers.
“Is for you to stay here so we can have some fun of our own….instead you want go get gawked at by pathetic humans” he growls, grip getting tighter.
“I’m going out to have fun with my friends, if ‘pathetic humans’ wanna stare, what can I do?” You say with a smile and shrug, standing to push past him. An abrupt end to the previously intense moment.
You had to walk away, his invitation almost had you ready to peel off your skin tight dress and climb him right then. But you’d never let him know that.
He sighs dramatically, and you press your lips together to hide a smirk.
“Well, I guess I am going” he says, and you truly hadn’t expected him too.
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You don’t know why you feel so anxious about going out with Druig. He knew how interact with humans; most of the time.
There was just something about him seeing another yet another side of you. He’d seen you as a partner and fellow Eternal for years. Then from friends to best friends, and now something just a little more.
It didn’t feel right for Druig to see you grinding with your friends, tipsy and giggly. But it excited you all the same. He watched you with a cool look almost the entire night. His demeanor is entirely different from the internal discourse happening in his head.
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Druig was mesmerized. Seeing you let loose and dance your heart out with your friends. It reminded him again how much the small moments matter.
He often found himself struggling. He hated getting close to humans. For what? Half a century of friendship and then centuries of remembering them with sadness.
It couldn’t be worth it, he thought.
But you? You made him question everything.
The only thing he was certain about was that his eyes weren’t the only ones on you. You were stunning, Druig saw it and so did everyone else.
Druig is pulled from his thoughts when you over to him, a drunken grin plastered on your face.
“One more round of shots, and then we can go. I promise” you slur a bit and he can’t help but chuckle.
“I don’t know if you need another darlin’ but go on” he laughs. You giggle, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Be right back!” You call over your shoulder, heading to the bar. His eyes watch you the whole way, somehow managing to gracefully maneuver your way through the crowd.
He stares at the way your legs glisten as you cross them over each other when sit on the tall stool. How the bartender flocks to you, ignoring his other patrons to tend to you. Druig scoffs to himself at the desperate attempt, reminding himself that he was the one who got to take you home tonight.
He watches him go to make your drink, the way he keeps sending flirtatious looks. Still Druig stands collected from across the room.
Until he brings over your drink. The way the bold bartender leans to whisper in your ear. Giving you a wink as he sets the glass down in front of you.
Druig is beside you before the idea of moving even fully forms in his mind.
“Let’s go” he says sternly but quietly.
You give him a confused look, your intoxicated brain unaware as to why he wanted to leave so suddenly.
“You said one more drink!” You whine, catching the bartenders attention.
Druig feeling his patience running out quickly as the man inserts himself into your conversation.
“Hey, this guy bothering you?” He asks,
“Mind your own fucking business” but Druig cuts him off, turning to you again.
“I’m fine thanks, he’s my boyfriend” you say calmly, “Sorry about that, he has a bit of a temper. But we’re leaving now. Thanks!” You get up quickly, seeing the other man getting ready to say something.
No matter how drunk you were, you knew an angry Druig would not be pretty. Actually he’d be really pretty, but still; not good.
You grab his hand, pulling him towards a desolate corner.
He lets you drag him along, still shocked that you had called him your boyfriend.
“Druig! You can’t just go around cursing people out whenever you so please!” You reprimand him. All the while trying to hide how turned on having him boss you around had made you, and him trying to hide the way blood rushed to cock at the title; “boyfriend”
“I can actually” he smirks and you shake your head exasperatedly.
“Why’d you want to leave! I just got my drink” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“So, you’re telling me; you didn’t notice the way the bartender was drooling all over you?” He hums, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.
“You’re the only man I ever pay attention too Druig, you should know that by now” you whisper.
He feels any unease leave his body at your words. Now fully encompassed by his desire for you. He’s the only man you paid attention to? And fuck, he knew you meant it. Even without his powers.
“You want me to be your boyfriend? And fuck you like you really deserve?” He inquires with a cocky tilt of his head. Voice laced with the promise of something wild.
You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his solid chest in submission.
“That’s exactly what I want” you answer, and this time he’s dragging you along. Right to the women’s bathroom.
“What if someone need to pee!” You squeak as he closes the door behind you.
“Screw em’” he groans, pushing you up against the nearest wall.
His lips meet yours with a fervor you’d never felt in your thousands of years of life. Warmth spread through you as his tongue pressed between your lips.
He kissed you deeper, hands running up and down your sides and your feel dizzy. You hate that you have to come up for air, breathing deeply while Druig nipped at the side your neck, surely leaving love-bites.
You feel wobbly on your on two feet, maybe it was liquor. Or maybe it was Druig. The way his fingers felt squeezing your sides, hugging and stroking you like he couldn’t get enough.
Or his lips on the sensitive skin on your neck, the feeling of his lips teeth sinking in to bring the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
You push him back a little, and he stumbles, caught off guard.
Before he can question you, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him and the air leaves his lungs with a whoosh.
He has to calm himself down as he watches your fingers undo the button of pants. All Druig can do is stare when you slowly pull them down, swiftly followed by his boxers.
You take his length in your hand, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you waste no time taking him in your mouth.
“Fuck” he swears, hips jerking forwards a bit. You place a hand there to keep him still, and steady yourself as you bob your head along his thick cock.
You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and one his hands comes down to guide the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as you work him.
“You’re sucking me off so well, love” he groans, tossing his head back. His words only spur you on, and you pull back for a second to spit on his length before taking him all the way down your throat. You gag a bit at how big he is but you don’t stop.
“Jesus Christ, babe” he gasps, leaning forward as his cum spurts down your throat with no warning. You swallow him down, licking his cock clean while his chest heaves and he tries to gather himself.
“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you” he apologizes once he catches his breath, pulling you up to your feet.
“Don’t apologize” you giggled, straightening your dress and Druig raises an eyebrow.
“I hope you didn’t think you could suck me off like that and not let me repay you…” he questions, backing you into the sink.
“Druig, we’re in a public bathroom! We should go” you say.
His eyes look you up and down, hand trailing up your thigh before cupping your dripping pussy.
“We‘ll leave. After I fuck you” he asserts, grabbing you and turning you around so your facing the sink now.
He presses himself against your ass, grinding into you. And you can feel his dick hardening even through your dress.
“Bend over for me, Y/N” he instructs and you comply, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you do.
“You are the most gorgeous girl in the Universe” he hums, hands massaging your ass.
“I can’t believe you let me fuck you…” he continues and you know when he talks this much you’re in for it.
He pulls up your dress, landing a hard smack to your ass and you whimper.
Druig pushes your panties to the side, too eager to be inside you to bother with having you take them off.
One of his fingers pushes into your wetness without warning and your head drops forward at the sensation. He pulls his finger out slowly, enjoying the way you tried to keep the digit inside of you.
“So ready for me” he teases, slipping the finger covered in your juices into his mouth with a moan. “Tastes like heaven..” he compliments, lining his cock up with your entrance.
You feel his tip brush against your core and then he’s breaking you open on his cock. He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust before he’s pounding into you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, leaning so his chest is pressed against your back. All you can do is hold onto to sides of sink as he slams into you over and over again.
You nod wearily as he reaches a hand down to rub your clit. His fingers work the sensitive nub expertly and your thighs shake at his careful ministrations, completely opposite the brutal pace of his cock.
Druig places his lips to your ear, licking and whispering. You pant as the pleasure builds up inside of you.
“You’re pussy’s so fucking tight, feels like silk” he groans, changing his angle so he could hit that one spot that always had you seeing stars.
“I’m gonna cum, Druig” you almost sob as your high washes over you. Your body spasms around him and he holds you impossibly closer through your orgasm.
You think your legs would give out if he wasn’t holding onto you so tightly as he filled you with his cum.
The two of you both try to recuperate, looking at each other with a laugh.
“Now we can go”
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hey babes, I’m sorry I meant to post this Friday but life got hectic!! anyways someone requested jealous!Druig and someone else asked for friends w benefits so here you goooo❤️ idk how I feel about this one but I have a lot stuff coming im really excited about! currently working on Bad Night part 2 & some sexpollen Druig cause why tf not.
Summary: You come to Druig with a question. He’s curious. You guys find some answers. Not the ones you intended though.
NSFW!! smut okayyy
‘Oh fuck, Druig’
‘Druigggg’
“Druig!”
He hears your voice calling out to him breathily in his dream, and then clearer in reality.
He groans, lifting only his upper body from the bed in a stretch; and he has to hide his smile when he catches your eyes lingering on his shirtless form.
Even if he had caught you ogling a bit, you still had the upper hand. He was the one half hard just from fucking dreaming about your voice.
“Y/N, what could of possibly made it necessary for you to wake me up this early?” He drawls, glancing out his bedroom window and noticing the sky was still dark. “Or is it late?” He questions, eyes studying your face.
It was dim in his room, a candle lit on his nightstand. You must have lit it before you woke him. He felt drunk on the sight of you. You looked stunning in the candlelight. Your hair was a bit messy, and you were clad in nothing but a short silk night gown. Which surprised him, because you didn’t afford yourself many luxuries. Though you deserved them.
Now, despite how tired he was; he was intrigued.
What had brought you to his room, clearly straight from your own slumber.
“I needed to ask you something” your quiet voice answers, eyes meeting his. The two of you hold eye contact as he sits up against the pillows, your eyes drifting downwards for a moment when the sheet falls to gather around his waist.
When you break eye contact he takes the chance to study your frame as well, and fuck, he could do it all day. If perfection took form, it’d be you he thinks.
The way your pretty fingers reached to grab the strap of your night gown when it slipped down your smooth arm.
The air catches in his throat as his gaze travels down the nape of your neck. And his semi hard cock twitches against the sheets when he sees the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with each breathe you took. Nipples hard, pressed tightly against the thin fabric.
He closes his eyes and clears his throat before opening them again. This time to look at your face.
Your arms were now crossed over your body and fear ran through Druig, certain that you’d caught him.
Instead you give him a small smile, brushing your hands over your forearms.
“Why do you keep it so cold in here, Druig?” You ask with a fake pout and he can’t help but to sigh in relief.
“Do you want to get under the covers?” He offers, and you jump at the invitation.
Obviously after 7,000 years of companionship the two of you, and all of you, were extremely close. But why had you come to see him tonight? Why were you so eager to join him, literally in bed?
“I had a bad night, I was waiting for you to invite me for a cuddle” you giggle, making yourself comfortable beside him.
Druig grins as he looks at you, both of you now propped on your sides to face each other. He feels a twinge of guilt for his filthy thoughts, you just wanted to spend quality time with a good friend.
“So, tell me about your night? What was so bad love?” He asks and the nickname catches you off-guard. You body heats up, and not just from being under the blanket now.
“I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep. I felt restless. And you…you always make me feel calm; at peace” you shrug and Druig is stunned into momentary silence at your sweet confession.
You are my peace. He wants to say back.
“I’m glad you came…” he trails off, hand reaching to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. He lets his fingers graze over your cheeks, and the skin there feels like he lit a fire under his touch.
“Druig…” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, just like his dream.
“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. Will you let me have you?” He asks in a voice so heavy with want it sends a red hot pleasure straight to your core.
“Take me, I’m yours” you hum. And then he’s kissing you.
His lips press against yours gently at first, the first taste of him is intoxicating.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. His hands gripping your waist as he does the same.
Druig feels his blood boil when you moan against his mouth as your bodies meet. The feeling of you clinging to him, and the soft, sweet touch of your lips on his…it was almost overwhelming.
But in the same instant he wants more.
He pushes you down, so you’re flat on on his bed. His blue eyes raking down your squirming form. You looked flawless splayed out on his mattress. And a feeling of unease washes over him.
“Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” He asks. His voice steady, but expression saying everything.
“Druig, you’re all I’ve ever wanted…” you admit, He’s back on you in seconds, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat.
You let your hands tangle in his dark hair as he nips at the peaks of your breasts. He takes one in his hand, kneading. Mouth still leaving playful bites across your skin. He pulls down the top of your night gown, and you shimmy the rest of the way out of it.
“You’re perfect…” he pulls away to admire you for moment and before you can thank him, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. His fingers coming up to tweak the other one.
“I love your tits” he growls, switching and giving the other breast the same attention with his tongue.
If Druig’s cock wasn’t fully hard before, it was now.
His fingers dance down your front, tracing over your hips.
Then lower;
Your eyes flutter shut when his knuckle brushes over your sensitive clit. A soft sigh leaving your lips.
He rubs up and and down your thighs. Tongue leaving a wet trail down down your abdomen until he’s face to face with your dripping pussy.
“All this for me, Y/N?” He asks with a smirk, but inside he felt incredulous.
He runs a finger down your folds till he finds your entrance. He looks up you through his lashes for permission.
“Yes, Druig” you beg, sitting up on your elbows. You were panting already and he had barely touched you.
You can feel his slender fingers begin to push into you tentatively and your mouth parts into a small ‘o’ as you watch him.
“So wet, I wanna taste it” he whispers against your mound before he’s lapping at your clit like it’s his job. You fall back into the bed, back arching as he works your pussy.
He’s messy and attentive, paying attention to the things that made you moan the loudest. His fingers speed up inside you, and his mouth focuses on your clit.
Your legs tighten around his head as your orgasm approaches, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked with your juices. He grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders before he starts licking you again.
Your whimpers echoed through his otherwise quiet room as he devoured you. His fingers return to your pussy, curling them upwards each time they pushed into you.
“Dru… I’m gonna cum!” You warm and he hums against you before sucking on your clit.
Your toes curl as the pleasure crests in your belly, body shaking in ecstasy.
And he licks you clean as you come down, savoring the taste of you.
“Please, Druig; I want to feel all of you” you tell him when he comes up to kiss you. He presses his forehead to yours with a nod.
“I’d do anything you ask Y/N” he says, kicking off his sleep shorts.
He lines up with your entrance, and you both hold you both hold your breath.
He pushes in, just the tip and the moans are already spilling out of you. Druig feels his dick get impossibly harder at the sound of you. He pulls back out, slapping his cock against your clit and then slipping just the head back inside of you.
Your body shudders in pleasure at his actions.
Enough teasing he thinks, he feels like he could explode just looking at you.
He eases in, pressing himself fully into you and your legs wrap around his waist.
“So fucking deep…” you murmur, eyes rolling back at the feel of his thick cock inside of you. Druig’s brow is damp with sweat as he concentrates on fucking you.
He watches you below him, face contorted in pure rapture. Because of him. He thrusts even harder at the thought. You wanted him.
Druig sets an unsparing pace, fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Fuck, he’d be fine if it was.
Your moans turn to screams as he rams into you over and over. You feel your second climax creeping up and your pussy clenches around him.
His hips stutter, fist slamming into the mattress at the sensation.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up” he warns and you pull his head down to your mouth so can whisper in his ear.
“So don’t,cum inside me Druig…”
And fuck he wishes it wasn’t over so soon, but as soon as he hears your filthy suggestion his orgasm is ripping through him. His load paints your walls; triggering your own release.
“Wait! I never asked you my question!”
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ahhhh my first Eternals imagine, clearly unedited lol but I’m just so excited! I loved The Eternals so much, I feel so inspired lmao. Send requests and lmk what you guys thought of the movie! Sending love ❤️
: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.
: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!
' : we’ve made it to the smut! i’m so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)
(): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)
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“There she is!”
Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.
“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”
Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”
You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.
Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.
“I know this room can feel like… a lot… but it’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he promises in a delicate tone. “And I know that’s pretty easy for me to see, but don’t worry. If you have any questions at all, just ask me or Doctor Banner or Doctor, Rhodes, okay? Any questions at all.”
Kingo’s reassuring words allow you to finally let out the deep breath you’ve been holding in since you rolled out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, your breath gets caught again when Kingo places a warm hand on your back before returning to the microscope he was readying when you came in.
Shaking off the shivers and tingling skin, you turn to your laptop––newly provided after M.T. Rogers sent the bi-weekly request form to the mainland––and open it.
“Ready?” Dr. Banner calls out after watching you get settled. Looking up from the newly opened document, you give him a bright smile and thumbs up. “Alright,” he nods with a grin threatening to break out on his face.
Come one, Bruce. Get it together.
“So today, Doctor Rhodes and I are going to start analyzing some soil samples collected by our people on the ground. While we get everything set up and started, I think it would be best to start with Doctor Kingo. He’s finishing up his study of a dead rhinovirus from a sample we collected from Barnes after he fell ill a couple of weeks ago.”
Kingo winks at you playfully from behind the microscope at Banner’s directions, and both you and Rhodes let out a laugh.
“Hey,” Rhodes calls out, “if he starts to bother you, just let me know. I’ll take care of him, alright sweetheart?”
The playful threat put a grin on everyone’s face, and the sight warms your heart. You’re definitely going to have some fun in here.
It’s dinner time.
Almost everyone, except Loki (for obvious reasons) and yourself (since you’re just now finishing up your laundry), is scattered around the living room or kitchen. M.T. Rogers sits on the couch with Erik and Barnes, Wilson and Pietro in the recliners across from them.
The both of them pass a large blunt back and forth, happy to be able to relax after a long day of working to fix one of the heaters.
Thor is busy finishing up dinner for everyone with the help of M’Baku, (the only other person willing to help out in the kitchen for the moment) who has to keep talking Thor out of adding extra salt to Banner’s plate just to see the look on his face.
Speaking of Banner, he just so happens to be at the end of a tense match of pool against Rhodes. Kingo watches with a frown on his face, regretting putting tonight’s money on the self-proclaimed pool great: Rhodes.
Druig is already seated at the table, nose deep in one of his books that he’s read at least twenty times.
It’s only when you walk into the room that everyone’s attention is drawn from whatever they’re doing. You met with a bombardment of warm greetings from all but one; Thor. The blond stares at you for half of a second before whipping back around to stir the large pots of soup (you all had the choice of chicken noodle or tortilla), only one thing on his mind.
You don’t get a chance to formally part with Erik before a booming voice forces the majority of your attention.
“And she has arrived! Welcome, new archivist!”
The voice is revealed to belong to Thor once he enters the room. His arms are spread out wide and inviting, as is the warm smile that sits across his face. You let out a small squeak when he envelops you in a tight hug, raising you a few inches off the ground before he decides to let go. Once he pulls away and gets a good look at your face, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring until Wilson, rather loudly, clears his throat.
“My apologies,” Thor starts lowly, “it’s just that… no one told me that you’d be so lovely.”
Your eyebrows raise at his statement, now wanting nothing more than to get out from all of the (what you now realize are) heated gazes around you. You barely find the strength to stutter out an answer.
“Um, thank you,” you breathe out quietly, eyes not able to leave Thor’s. “You know what, I should probably go ahead and unpack. I have a feeling that jetlag is gonna set in pretty soon, and I wanted to finish before I crash for the night.”
You’re too focused on the act of grabbing your bag to notice how Thor’s expression drops into one of regret. Your eagerness to leave the room after his remark has him feeling that he’s crossed a line, and he suddenly fills with the urge to leave you be.
“If everyone will excuse me, I should be getting back to the kitchen.”
That moment has played over and over again in his head for the entirety of your stay, the man unable to notice that, not only did you enjoy the warm welcome but also that your eagerness to get away had nothing to do with him.
“Thor,” M’Baku calls out (unknowingly to Thor for the third time), finally catching the attention of a distracted Thor. The pilot holds a large stack of bowls and stares at him along with everyone else, who is already seated at the table.
Thor clears his throat, mumbling out a quick, “sorry.”
“Thor, why don’t you serve our newest member first?” Pietro suggests smugly from his seat next to you, arm hanging against the back of your chair. “She is the lady of the house after all.”
“Oh, please don’t feel like you have to do that,” you laugh nervously to Pietro, but M’Baku is speaking before anyone else gets the chance to say anything.
“Very well,” he nods, looking over at you. “Which would you like?”
With all of the attention in the room now on you, this decision becomes one of the hardest you’ve ever made in your life. “Um, I don’t know. They both smell so good––”
“Chicken noodle or tortilla soup? It’s not that hard of a decision.”
Everyone freezes at the tone of Thor’s voice, turning and gazing at him like he’s grown a few extra heads. M.T. Rogers and Druig, in particular, look at him with a certain disdain.
You have to swallow before meekly answering,” tortilla, please.”
For some reason, Thor hasn’t taken the time to realize his unnecessarily rough tone of voice. He’s too preoccupied with getting this interaction with you out of the way so he can’t embarrass himself like he did when meeting you any further.
Great job, Thor.
He scoops the soup into the bowl, quite messily due to his shaking hands. However, you, along with every other person in the room (except Erik) mistake his vigor as something with malicious intent as payback for whatever you’ve done to offend the man.
Barnes hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, his heart breaking at the deflated look on your face. He becomes even more confused when Thor marches over and forcefully sets the bowl in front of you, who flinches slightly at the drops that splash out and hit the table.
Wide eyes and irate expressions fill the room, all of which you ignore as you stand. “I think I’ll eat in my room tonight.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Rogers attempts to assure, standing as well with a kind outstretch of the hand. “Why doesn’t everyone just––”
“No, it’s alright, sir,” you nod, quickly grabbing your bowl of soup and a nearby spoon. “I have some work to finish typing up anyway.”
And just like that, you’re gone before anyone else could try and convince you to stay. The rest of dinner is silent for the most part, not even Pietro having anything to lighten the mood with.
Only Wilson, Erik, and Barnes notice how little M.T. Rogers eats at dinner tonight, but they don’t say anything about it. Thor doesn’t each much either, mentally preparing himself for the one-on-one meeting he already knows he’s going to have in Rogers’ office later on tonight.
It’s only an hour later that Erik finds the time to check on you.
You’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice when he eases open your door. Erik stares with sad eyes at the way you’re curled into yourself. After a few moments, you still don’t move. Erik sighs.
“Did you know that there used to be dinosaurs here?”
You don’t respond to Erik’s question, busying yourself with picking at a loose thread on your thick sweatshirt. He smiles a little to himself before continuing.
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Millions of years ago, the piece of land we now call Antarctica was as hot as Melbourne, and it was inhabited by dinosaurs.” It takes a long second, but you finally look over at Erik with curious eyes. He celebrates the victory silently.
“There was no ice… no penguins. Just a bunch of forests and some big ass dinosaurs.”
“Really?”
Your question is quiet, voice slightly wobbly as you wipe away the last of your tears. Erik nods, closing the door and taking a gentle seat on the side of your bed. “Yeah. There are even fossils under all this ice that proves it.”
Erik lets his words sit with you for a moment, taking the chance to look around your room. His eyes run over the small trinkets of your personality scattered around the room.
A tiny portable radio sits next to a few CDs. (A few hits from Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, and Olivia-Newton John from what he could tell.) A print of Darth Vader on an old TIME magazine cover. A Rubik’s cube that’s a long way from being solved.
He doesn’t mention your unopened laptop. Or the now-cold bowl of should that sits on your desk.
“Can you tell me more facts about Antarctica?”
Erik looks at you before carefully scooting closer to where you are still scrunched up near the head of your bed. You don’t flinch when he moves, which he takes as an invitation to stay.
“On average, Antarctica is the windiest place on Earth,” he rattles off, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.
“I could have guessed that one,” you tell Erik,” I thought I was gonna get picked up and blown away if M’Baku wasn’t holding onto me on our way inside.”
A small laugh leaves the geologist, his smile working as the perfect distraction from Thor’s unexplainably cold attitude. “Another, please.”
Erik thinks before stating, “15,750 feet under the ice is a buried mountain range; the Gamburtsev Mountains, to be specific, and it stretches across the entire continent.”
As the geologist continues to oblige your request, a small spark of courage strikes your chest somewhere between Erik’s ramblings about the discovery of Antarctica and diamond dust. It’s probably the passion in his voice that draws you in close enough to touch his thigh with yours, or maybe something else you’re too inattentive to attempt to figure out.
Erik doesn’t realize how close the two of you are until he catches your warm gaze. Pausing his sentence surrounding how Antarctica can be classified as a desert, Erik turns to you with a sheepish smile.
“I started rambling, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but I liked it,” you grin, bumping your shoulder with his. “Helped me feel better and I learned some new facts about Antarctica that I can trick the other guys into thinking I know all on my own.”
This pulls a chuckle from Erik, but your mentioning of the other men quickly reminds him of why he came to check on you in the first place.
“I feel like I should tell you that Thor isn’t usually like that,” Erik starts, almost stopping when he sees you deflate into the sad version of yourself he was met with when he arrived. “He only acts like that when he’s up in his head, worrying about something. It ain’t have nothing to do with you personally.”
While Erik’s words should be reassuring, they aren’t.
“I haven’t even spoken to the guy on more than three occasions, and he already hates me…” you laugh bitterly, nearly turning back to the loose string as an even more terrible thought pops into your head. “And, after today, I’m pretty sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t really like me.”
Erik’s eyebrows furrow at your sentence, and he finds himself turning to get a better look at you. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
You sigh, thinking back to the day’s earlier events. “Nothing, never mind.”
The pointed look you earn from Erik has you whining out another, “nothing, I swear. It’s just… apart from Thor, everyone has been really nice to me, but after tonight I can’t help but think they’re faking it. I mean, you saw how Thor was when we met, right?”
Erik nods, mind filling with the memory of a warm and flirty Thor.
“And then tonight, as you know, he was practically the complete opposite. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”
“Not following, baby girl,” Erik breaths out, but you’re too overwhelmed to even notice the nickname. “Why would you think someone else doesn’t like you––”
“It’s not just someone else, it’s everyone,” you exclaim worriedly. “What if, for the entire time that I’ve been here, all of you were just pretending to be super kind because, instead of me applying for myself, Fury was the one that sent down my application? And now, not only do you not like me because I’ve intruded on the unit you all have got down here, but you have to fake actually liking me because you’re afraid I might run back a tattle-tale to our boss’ boss––”
“Hey.”
The word was short quiet, but commanding enough for you to stop. A second goes by before Erik breathes out a laugh with a shake of his head.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
You furrow your eyebrows at Erik, unsure of what he means. “What?”
“I said you’re crazy and you wanna know why?”
A nod from you has Erik taking a long sigh. “I can wholeheartedly assure you that there isn’t a single dude down here that doesn’t like you. Trust me. Even Loki, which says a lot. Nobody’s faking that shit, I promise you that.”
Your eyes are wide and innocent as you look at Erik, a hint of relief in them as well.
“Really?”
“Hell yeah,” he nods, not noticing that he’s inching closer. “You’re obviously well equipped for the job, whether Fury was the one who sent in your papers or not. And you’re actually pleasant to be around. You’re helpful and attentive, which only makes everyone’s job easier.”
At this point, Erik’s voice has worked its way down to a horse rasp, and you’re hanging on to every letter. While your hands stand in your lap, they can’t help but fiddle with the bottom hem of your sweatshirt. You seem to be under some kind of spell as Erik continues, his lips now only a breath away from yours.
“Your presence is new and refreshing, in a way that makes people like you as soon as you step into the room. Everything about you shines with a light that brightens up this little hole in the ground that we gotta work in. Not to mention that… you’re beautiful, and, even in these big ass sweatshirts you wear, sexy as fuck.”
You don’t have the strength to look away from Erik’s face, and if you did it would only be to peek down at his lips.
“I don’t believe you,” you whisper back. It’s clearly a lie and not a good one, but the tension is clouding your judgment.
A short chuckle leaves Erik and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.
“For real?” He questions and you shake your head. “Then can I show you?”
You don’t even pretend to think about your answer, quickly nodding at the request. A breath of chilly air fills up your chest when Erik delicately reaches under both your sweatshirt and undershirt, his cold fingers caressing the warmed skin.
“Can you lay back for me, baby?”
Erik keeps his hand on your stomach as you lean back onto your head, his dick twitching at how easily you obey. He looks over you with a bite of his lip, the sight of you stretched out for him even better than he could have imagined. His fingers fell like something close to feathers as they trail from under your shirt to the hem of your pants.
Your body forces you to inhale when he shuffles the material down your legs and peels off your socks, all the while never breaking the intense eye contact. A long shiver runs through you when the frosty air of the base envelopes your exposed skin, but it’s quickly dampened when Erik runs his large hands over your naked things.
A quiet hiss leaves you when Erik then removes your panties and he smirks at the sound. Your disrobed lips squeeze around nothing, clit jumping when Erik leys out the tiniest of groans.
“Damn,” he whispers, effectively bewitched at how the very middle of your pussy glistens, even in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs that hang from the ceiling of your room. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”
A tiny smile falls across your face at his words, the compliment causing you to clench again. Erik glances up at you one last time before taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it directly onto your clit.
Your mouth falls open at the feeling that shoots throughout your core, a heavy breath leaving you when he begins to circle his thumb. “Ah…”
“Look at you,” Erik grins, returning his other hand to your thigh. Pushing your legs open a little further, he teases, “I ain’t even done nothing yet, and you’re already squirming and shit.”
Your heart speeds up even more when Erik lowers his lips just outside your slit, pressing a gentle kiss onto the slick skin. His tongue then slides out of his mouth, wetly massaging one side of your clit while his thumb works the other side. Both of you moan when you grind your hips up into his mouth, Erik taking the reaction as a sign to keep going.
You whine when Erik removes his thumb, but he quickly makes up for it with a long, broad lick over your clit. Erik’s breaths are short and heavy as his mouth sinks into you, and he only pulls away to push the tip of his tongue inside you.
The moans that pour out of you bounce off the concrete walls surrounding you, your back arching and lifting from the mattress as his tongue speeds up.
“Right there,” you wail, Erik chuckling when he has to use a hand to press you back down. He continues pleasuring the same spot for a few more moments before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your soaking center.
“So fucking messy,” Erik admires, giving another sucking peck to your clit before taking one of his hands and running them up and down just outside your slit. “Fucking love it.”
Another long, waning moan leaves you when two thick fingers slowly push inside of you, Erik letting out a sound of his own at the noise your pussy makes. “Oh, my God.”
When his hand bottoms out, you can’t help but try to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling.
“Stay still for me, okay? Unless you want me to stop…”
A quick shake of your head has Erik laughing as he leans back down to circle your clit with his tongue. His fingers slide in and out of you easily, wet squelching noises signally just how wet he’s making you.
Erik’s tongue and fingers soon fall into a beautiful rhythm, the way your mewls and moans grow in volume proving how good it feels. You don’t remember when your hips begin to move back and forth, but you’re now fucking himself on his face and fingers.
The burn from his mustache and beard is the best kind and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of the feeling.
“Doing so good for me,” Erik mumbles against your pussy, ignoring how hard he’s become at the sight and sounds of you. “So fucking good, baby.”
You groan at the praise, but don’t have the chance to respond before you’re cut off by Erik’s fingers finally grazing that special spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you attempt to grind on his fingers harder.
His name sounds something of a chant as it repeatedly falls from your lips, Erik falling in love with the way it sounds coming from you. He finds himself unable to contain his moans, especially when he feels your pull of his short locks.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls out, your intense squeezing around him signaling that you are getting close.
“Please don’t stop,” you whimper out, involuntarily pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Erik obeys the command wordlessly, speeding both his tongue and fingers. Breath speeding and head thrown back, it’s the slight suction Erik creates with his mouth that finally pushes you over the edge.
The sounds that fill the room––moans from you and Erik, the smacking of his tongue and lips, the squelching––only inflate the rush of pleasure causing your entire body to jerk and shake. Erik finds himself having to hold back his own orgasm that threatens to leak out of him, wanting this moment to be only about you. Making you feel good.
“Shit, just like that, baby girl,” Erik whispers, the slowed movements of his fingers helping you ride out your high. “Fucking beautiful.”
It’s only when your breaths have slowed that Erik pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy, A short gasp leaves your lips at the emptiness. You take a few more seconds to lie still, drunk on the floaty feeling that currently casts your body.
“Come here,” you whisper to Erik, who raises over you immediately. Your hands reach out to sit on both of his cheeks as you pull him into a wet kiss. Both of your tongues dance beautifully together, and you can’t find yourself to be bothered by the traces of yourself that still sit atop his tongue. Erik deepens the kiss and groans when he feels you reach down and squeeze his aching cock through his sweatpants.
“Nah,” Erik breathes out after pulling away from the kiss, “don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of that later. Right now’s about you, baby.”
You think for a moment before sighing, “fine. But you have to promise to let me make it up to you later.”
Erik’s voice gets caught in his chest when you don’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing the fingers that had previously been inside of you and sticking them into your mouth. Erik watches with hooded eyes are you suck off your juices, having to take a long breath when he feels your tongue ring back and forth around the digits.
You give him one last suck before letting go with a pop, giving him the most intense puppy dog eyes you can muster in your post-orgasm haze.
“Pretty please?”
Erik licks his lips, quietly whispering back, “fuck yeah. Just tell me when and where.”
You smile at his answer, giving him one last peck before laying back down on the bed. “Do you have any more weird facts about Antarctica?”
Erik grins.
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A/N: Yule has started a few days ago! And I celebrate it with my first Druig fanfic! Just so you know I had the medieval era in mind while writing this, even though it’s not really represented in this fic. But, I don’t know I found it romantic to imagine it like that…
( Probably gonna do a small part to follow this, or just short blurb because the whole mood gave me a bunch of other ideas other ideas )
Yule has come around. The green needles of the pine trees were as vigorous as ever, some had fallen to the ground, contrasting with the crunchy white carpet covering the ground.
Around the village, the red mistletoe trees were in full bloom and the villagers had started to collect the branches to use and ornate their house. There were already a few wreathes hanging on doors and wooden or metal ornaments hanging everywhere.
The windows were foggy from the great contrast between the ice-cold outsides and the warmth of the house.
Looking around the living room, the overall mood was festive, from the atmosphere to the smallest detail in the room.
Yule was your favorite holiday and has been since the very first one to be celebrated in the history of time.
And so, it has become a tradition to give it your all and celebrate it with your fellow eternals.
A pine tree was throning in the corner of the room, most of its branches sporting a small candle, wrapped with thin metal chains, illuminating the dark form.
Ajak was putting on the final touches to the lights O so delicately sliding the ornaments on the branches, while Sprite used her illusions to create flames, lighting the black strand. The eldest eternal preferred this idea over real fire to prevent the tree to set itself on fire then turn the whole house to ashes.
Sersi was weaving a crown of hay under the fond gaze of Ikaris, perched on the armrest of the seat she was coddled into. And when she made the final knot to her creation, she used her transformation ability to change it into a pine wreath, which she held out to her lover with a proud smile, clearly happy with her masterpiece.
You’d already avert your gaze before seeing the man’s reaction.
Makkari was speeding all around the place to gain time on the ornament setting, helped by Kingo, at his own speed , while friendly scolding his friend when she made a point of tapping his shoulders while passing by just to annoy him.
In the kitchen, Thena and Gilgamesh were “lovey doveyly” working on the traditional turkey and a bunch of other delicacies for tonight’s feast. Some flirty words reached your ears and made you chuckle to yourself at their dripping love and sometimes ridiculous pet names.
The only one missing was Druig.
The common space of the house wasn’t big enough to hide anything from view, even less a grown men like your mind-reading friend.
After scanning the room, there was still trace of him, which was enough motivation to make you stand up from your cozy spot in an armchair, wrapping a blanket around yourself to keep you warm.
You wandered around, looking for something indicating his presence; and as subtle as it was, you caught a shadow behind the window from the corner of your eye. With narrowed eyes, you made your way to the front door and discreetly opened it, stepping out into the coldness of the night.
Among the snowy landscape torches were still burning on either side of the main path, illuminating the street in a subdued light, but seemed to be enough for the few villagers taking a night stroll.
And there, with his back leaning against the wall, right beside the door, was the man you were previously looking for.
Those familiar blue eyes were already set on you, his owner didn’t let them waver as he munched on what seemed to be one of Gil’s homemade cookies.
“There you are! I feared you decided to skip our family feast”
The blue orbs you adored so much disappeared between a few eyelash flutters and his deep gaze left your form, not looking at anything in particular among the nightly landscape.
He ate the last bit of his cookie, and with his mouth still full, turned back to you. A cheeky smile on his face, making him look like a squirrel, with one of his cheeks full of the treat.
“Wouldn’t even think about it. I just wanted to get a preview of the dessert, while enjoying this wonderful night”
He gestured out to your surroundings, eyes never leaving you.
“And now, the most beautiful being in this universe”
You mirrored his grin and slid closer to him, opening your makeshift blanket-coat.
“Here, slide in or you’ll freeze yourself to death.”
“I feel like that would bother you” he smirked, but joined you into your cocoon nonetheless. Holding onto one end of the blanket with one of his hands while the other wandered around your waist, pulling you closer to himself. His skin against yours made you shriek at the frozen contact, pushing off him a little bit.
“Hey! You’re cold!” you whined, chuckling at Druig’s slightly hurt face from your recoiling.
His adorable pouty face approached yours as he went to nuzzle your nose, making you giggle at the cold sensation.
“Then can you help me warm up a little? If you don’t, I’ll freeze myself to death like you said so yourself.”
Now your foreheads rested against each other’s, both grinning like idiots, in the winter night, sharing one another’s warmth and presence.
Discreet sweet nothings were whispered, only for the two of you to hear, while the breeze and the crackling of the torches served as a delicate music to your romance, as intense as the weather.
Summary: Given the various events leaving Y/N flustered, she has an inkling of a feeling that Druig knows how she really feels about him, especially given the fact he is a telepath.
Author’s Note: Another Taylor Swift song because I am obsessed and massively inspired x This is set in an alternate timeline. Similar to Tenerife Sea, the Eternals live together in the Avenger’s Compound. Her powers are similar to Rogue from X-Men.
summary: druig has settled in Ireland with a woman who brings him peace, but she doesn’t know what he can do.
words:2028
a/n: first time writing for druig! I hope you enjoy. ❤️ based on the poem ‘the gift’ by czeslaw milosz (ft. at the end). part of a new one shot poetry series, masterlist to come.
The light is perfect, basking in the fog rolling off the ocean as the early sun peeks over the horizon, and you’re knuckle-deep in the garden digging up root vegetables, and he can’t remember ever having one singular morning which stood out, prior to this one.
When he agreed to stay on for a while, he had expected very little; drinking tea, walking down to the beach… maybe getting a job in town to wile away the hours in which you were occupied by your day job, shut inside your office just off the kitchen. Somehow, the idea that the things he had only vaguely dreamed of required work… just never crossed his mind. But that morning, you had brushed the hair from his forehead as he slept peacefully on the sofa, and leveled your mouth with his ear to say:
“We’re home!” Phastos called as he and got back to the Domo, when he didn’t get answer from you he walked over to your room “Sweetheart did you and Druig experiment on the prototype like I asked you to?” “Fuck.” Druig looked at you with big eyes and quickly got off of you, trying to grab his clothes but tripping doing so. Phastos and Gilgamesh exchanged a look when they heard the not so soft thump “Everything okay?” “Don’t come in!” You quickly threw yourself at the door, hardly able to slam it shut before your father would be able to see something. “What’s going on in there?” You heard Gilgamesh laugh, causing you to curse under your breath knowing full well he realized what was going on. “Well Phastos they were definitely experimenting.” You let your head fall against the door. “fuck.” You whispered this time “Oh my god.” Phastos groaned before he started yelling “Y/n you have one minute to get out of there fully dressed! You too Druig!”
A/n: Short fight reader x druig drabble, much like the scene in doctor strange. Small eternal spoiler
“Druig please, don’t go.” You tried to stop him after Ikaris threatened him. “Let go of me y/n.” He tore his arm from your grasp. “No please Druig, you don’t have to leave. We can get through this together.” “Because you care so much about me.” “You know I do.” “If you cared for me one bit, you’d understand why I’m doing this.” It was almost as if you could see a moment of pain in his eyes, followed by another harden look “So either go with me or you go back to your pathetic life and go back to Ikaris.” His words cut through you like a knife, your eyes filled with tears “Okay this is the part where you apologize.” You couldn’t suppress the small vibration in your voice “No this is the part where I leave.” Druig hit back “Fine, because I won’t watch you do this to yourself!” You hit back “Too difficult for you, is it?” ”Yes, it is! It breaks my heart to see you this way! But if that’s what you want…“ "Goodbye y/n.” He walked a way and didn’t look back for a single second
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Ikaris x Artemis’s daughter!eternal!reader Eternals x fem!reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, bad english, mature themes, mention of death, 18+ scene
Words:3.5k+
Hey guys! So, I don’t see many Ikaris x reader fanfics and I decided to write a series. Unfortunately, English isn’t my native language!! Forgive me for grammatical errors and probably wrong use of some words. I liked the idea of this fic and I tried my best to write it. Hope you like it .
After helping your fellow Eternals stop the Emergence, it’s time you let them in on a little secret you’ve been keeping for thousands of years.
Words: 1.9K Author’s Note: It’s been a while, yeah? Real life sucks and writer’s block is at an all time high. I probably won’t have a regular posting schedule for a while because I can’t seem to focus on one thing. I’m lucky this was able to be posted, even if I don’t like it much. Druig is my new love.
BEFORE Ikaris and Sersi had been the two to find you, the two of them ringing your doorbell in the middle of the day to explain what Sersi knew about Ajak, Eternals, Deviants, Celestials and the upcoming destruction of Earth. It was a rude awakening, for sure, and it changed everything you once believed in. They needed your help, they needed the help of every Eternal you had awakened with so long ago on the Domo, and they needed it now. You were terrified of what was to come, but you knew that you’d do anything to stop the destruction of this planet you’ve become so fond of.
“Give me a couple of hours to get some things in order. I’ll meet you at your next stop.”
“We’re going after Phastos next,” Ikaris had said.
“Great. Leave me an address and I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
After getting your affairs in order and heading over to Phastos’, you were surprised to find him with a husband and a child. He had the perfect life going on for him and you felt terrible for dragging him away from it all. And it was as he was in the middle of making plans to have his family moved to Ajak’s farm house that you decided to let him in on the secret that only one other person had known.
You had a daughter of your own- a daughter who inherited powers, but had stopped aging when she hit her sixteenth year mark. To say Phastos was surprised would have been an understatement, but after assuring him that she could watch over his husband and son at Ajak’s, he agreed to have his husband go pick her up from where you had left her and take her with him to the farm house.
“So who’s the father?” He had asked when Sersi and Ikaris were too busy to pay attention to your conversation.
You had stared at him, expression void of any emotion and shook your head. “Not now, Phastos. Not now.”
Being reunited with your fellow Eternals brought forward emotions you had thought you buried so long ago- happiness, anger, sadness and longing. You forgot how much they bickered and though you found amusement in it all, you wish everyone could just get along.
Losing Gilgamesh was truly heartbreaking, especially Thena’s reaction to it all, and you knew you would do whatever it took to kill the Deviants responsible. But then secrets were unearthed and hidden agendas were brought forward into the light, and you’d never felt more betrayed than you had when it came out that Ikaris killed Ajak, Sprite was in love with Ikaris and would do whatever he asked, and Kingo walked away from you all.
In the end, Ikaris and Sprite gave themselves up to the Uni-Mind to give Sersi the power needed to kill the Celestial slowly emerging from Earth. Ikaris then flew off, heavy with guilt over all that he’d done, and Sprite allowed Sersi to make her human so she could grow up and live the life she’d always wanted.
AFTER Phastos had fixed the Domo far more quickly than you anticipated and all too soon you found yourself flying back to Ajak’s farm house. Everyone was exhausted and needed time to mourn, but you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack. And glancing at Druig across the Domo as he smiled at Makkari did you no favors.
“So is now the time to ask who the father is?” Phastos asks.
You startle at his sudden appearance, glancing at him briefly as you let out a soft sigh. “You’ll know immediately when you see my daughter. There’s no mistaking who her father is.”
It takes him a minute, but his eyes widen and you know he knows. “No way.” He glances across the Domo, gaze set on Druig. “When?”
“Before we all went our separate ways in Babylon.”
“And no one’s known this entire time?”
“I told Ajak. It took me months to realize something was off with my body. It was tricky getting her alone with Sprite sticking close to her, but Ajak made time for me and the so-called miracle baby I birthed.”
“He’s going to be angry, you know.”
“Will he?” You ask, looking up at Phastos before letting your gaze travel back across the Domo. “I handed him my heart, Phastos. I was in love with him, but he’s always had a thing for Makkari.”
“YN, he’s never-”
“But enough about the past,” you say, cutting him off. “I need to mentally prepare myself for the chaos Carina will cause when everyone else realizes who she is.”
You walk away from the conversation before Phastos can say anything else on the matter.
It isn’t long before the Domo is hovering over the empty fields closest to Ajak’s farm house and then landing. A door slides open and everyone exits, making their way towards the house. The screen door is thrown open, a man and a boy stepping out onto the porch. But it’s the third individual who throws herself off the porch that catches everyone’s attention.
“Mom!”
Every Eternal freezes and you mentally wince. Well it was now or never.
Your beautiful dark haired daughter runs towards you until her feet actually lift off the ground. She’s flying, speeding right for you, and you stand your ground as you open your arms wide for the impending embrace. You let out an oomph at the impact, your arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as her feet touch ground once more.
“Mom, you scared me so much. That thing is all over the news and I-”
“Hey. Hey, shhh,” you tell her. You lean back from her, your hands going up to cradle her face before smoothing down her hair. “It’s okay. It’s over.”
Carina sniffles. “Ben said that I can call him Uncle Ben and Jack my cousin since he’s married to Uncle Phastos.”
You huff a laugh. “Did he now?”
“Yeah.”
Someone clears their throat, startling you from your little bubble with your daughter. You glance over at the other Eternals, cringing when you see Druig clenching his jaw as he stares right at you. Sersi and Makkari can’t stop smiling, Sprite and Thena are frowning in confusion, and Phastos looks like he has a million questions.
Sighing, you tuck your daughter under your right arm and face the other Eternals. “So, uh, this is Carina. My biological daughter.”
“How?” Sersi asks in awe.
You shrug. “You tell me. I didn’t think we could reproduce. When I told Ajak, she was just as dumbfounded as you guys are right now.”
[And she has powers?] Makkari signs. She then looks at your daughter, smiling fondly. [You have powers?]
[I do.] Carina signs back, laughing softly when Makkari looks surprised to see her sign. She looks up at you quickly and you step aside, letting her show them what all she can do. Without much concentration, she lifts up into the air before hovering a few feet off the ground. Then when she lands, she lands in a crouched pose with long blades appearing in her hands made up of golden energy.
“She has Ikaris’ flight and Thena’s weapons,” you say. “She a shit fighter though.”
“Mom.” Carina’s exasperated tone makes the group, sans Druig, chuckle.
“Well I, for one, have many questions,” Phastos muses, “but I think YN needs to speak privately with someone.”
As one, everyone’s gaze lands on Druig and you mentally sigh. Leave it to your daughter to come out looking like the feminine version of her father. Carina looks at you, but you smile reassuringly at her and gesture with your head for her to go back to the house. She listens, but not before hooking her arm with Phastos’.
When the others make it to the house and enter through the front door one right after the other, Druig finally asks, “Were you ever going to tell me?”
“No.”
“Does she know who I am to her?”
“Yes.” You finally look back at him to meet his gaze. “She knows all about you and the others, and I was leaving it up to her to decide whether or not she went searching for you.”
Druig’s gaze darts all over your face. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” You scoff. He frowns at you. “Druig, that night we spent together meant everything to me. And then the following morning you were just gone.”
“YN, I-”
“No. I get it, okay? We all had jobs to do. I understood that. But then the next day and the day after that, you couldn’t even look at me.” All the hurt and anger from thousands of years ago comes rushing back, and your eyes fill with tears. You angrily swipe at them before they can fall. “I put my heart on a fuckin’ platter for you and you only had eyes for Makkari afterwards.”
“Makkari and I were never anything.”
“Well I didn’t know that!” You sniffle, the anger draining out of you a moment later when you see Druig isn’t angry at all. He just looks lost. “All I knew was that I let myself fall in love with you, but you only had smiles for Makkari. And I get that too. Makkari is a goddamn cinnamon roll. At least that’s what Carina would say. I’m not sure,” you mumble. “She’s the only one who knows all the modern lingo.”
Druig finally cracks a grin and your heart flutters. Even after all these years, you’ve missed him. You see his eyes flare gold for a moment and then he really grins. “Did you miss me?”
Your eyes roll. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
A weight seems to lift from his shoulders then as if you just answered another question he had. Druig takes a step closer to you and you tense, but you force yourself to relax. Another step turns into three more until he closes the distance between the two of you and then he’s hesitant when reaching for your hands. When you let him take them within his own, he leans in to touch his forehead to yours and offers you one of his rare smiles. “So her name is Carina?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s like us?”
“Yeah. For the first sixteen years of her life I was terrified,” you admit. “She was growing every day and I didn’t know if I could survive only eighty or ninety years with her. But as her seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth birthday came and went, we realized she wasn’t aging anymore.”
“I have a lot of catching up to do, no?”
Before you can answer, there’s a shout from within the house and then your daughter and Sprite are rushing out the front door. You and Druig break apart, looking at the two girls who already look thick as thieves.
When you catch Carina’s gaze, her eyes widen and she stammers, “I-I didn’t do it! It was Aunt Thena.”
Druig huffs a laugh as you shake your head at her. Then feeling bold at the moment, you glance at Druig and chance reaching for his hand. He looks down at your joined hands, tangling your fingers together and making you exhale in relief. “Come on. Let’s officially introduce you to your daughter.”
Summary: you and Druig have always been close to each other and thought nothing but as a close friend. Having the powers that could drain life from your hands and being banished because you accidentally killed a human being, Ajak didn’t have a choice but make you leave the family. Years after when Ajak is dead and the deviants are back, you are the last one they needed.
A/N: I decided to make the reader have a different powers instead of ice and or fire. I hope it was okay and i hope it is possible for the reader having the power of death??
Warnings: violence, trauma, mentions of death, angst.
You didn’t understand why Arishem created you like this. For years, you’ve tried to understand your powers. Tried to control them whenever you touched something, but they would always leave the scent of death.
That’s why you hated physical touch. When people would try to touch you by accident, you would flinch away from them. Druig would always understand how you would think.
That’s why you liked him in the first place. No matter if he could catch a glimpse of you, he would always know what you think. The two of you had a bond like no one had in the family. He would always try and make you laugh, comfort you when you would ask questions about why Arishem created you. You would always think of yourself as a monster that drained people from being alive, but Druig was always there to comfort you.
But not when you accidentally killed someone.
It was one rule that you had when all of you were surrounded by humans. You weren’t allowed to have bare hands since Ajak was afraid that you would use your powers. That they would turn against you because of your powers.
You thought they would understand because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. “Please, you have to understand, it wasn’t my fault,” You begged Ajak, her eyes drifted towards the poor innocent child in front of you, laying dead.
“I didn’t want to hurt her.” You begged her with tears in your eyes. Your eyes drifted towards your family behind her. You saw that they didn’t want to meet your eyes.
“I know, but I can’t let you do this anymore,” Ajak responded with sympathy. “It was a mistake-” You tried to reason, but you stopped when you saw her made the decision.
“Druig?” You pleaded. You looked at him as you saw his gaze on the floor like the rest of your family. For years, you thought they would be your family, they always supported you but not this time.
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“Are you sure about this?” Ikaris questioned with uncertainly behind his voice. He stared at the small house on the hill that stood silently and watched them from afar.
“Last time we talked to her was when Ajak banished her…” Ikaris responded and looked at the rest of them gathering around them.
“Let me go first, maybe she will talk to me,” Sersi replied.
“Why do you think that she will go through you?” Druig questioned as she looked at him. “Because she trust me, it took a while to gain her trust back after everything,” She told him. Sersi walked towards the house as Kingo, Sprite, Ikaris, Druig, Thena, and Gilgamesh were down.
Sersi stared at the door before knocking on it. “Y/N? Are you home? It’s Sersi,” She called out. “I just want to talk,” She replied and tried to knock again but received no answer. She let out a sigh before she thought of a moment.
Walking behind the house, she saw a familiar figure in front of her. She smiled when she saw you cutting a three-branch and placing it in your basket.
“Y/N,” Sersi responded before looking at the cherry tree. “It’s beautiful, you always had a thing with plants,”
“I never understood why,” Sersi replied with a light chuckle. You looked at her, unfazed. “You brought them here,” You told her. She looked at you with guilt. “Listen-”
“And I told you not to,” You cut her off.
“I know,” Sersi responded. “But it is important,” You scoffed at her and placed the scissor down. “Last time I remember, I wasn’t involved with your superhero needs,” You scowled at her.
“Ajak is dead,” She blurted out. You stood frozen for a while before you looked at her with an unreadable expression. “The deviants are back and we need you, Y/N,”
“Your the only one who has the power enough to kill them,” Sersi replied. “I may have the power to kill them, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to use them on you if you’re not leaving,” You threatened her.
“Y/N, please…” Sersi begged. “Don’t do this,” She pleaded with you and began to step away. You tilted your head towards her and smirked.
“I’m going to stop if you’re not leaving,” You warned her as your eyes began to glow. Sersi looked at you before you and before you could attack her, you could hear someone scream your name. “Y/N, stop!” Druig used his powers as he pushed Sersi out of his way.
You stopped as you looked at Druig. You scoffed as you saw your family standing in front of you. “I said stop,” He replied and stepped closer. “This will be your final warning,” You told them as you looked at Gilgamesh, Thena, Sprite, Ikaris, and Sersi before walking away back to the house.
“So, what the hell are we doing now?” Sprite asked them. Druig let out a sigh as he watched you walk back towards the house. He understood you more than anyone could and he knew that he could fix the bond between you.
“I will go and talk to her,” He responded before following after you, leaving them with confused expressions.
