We need to talk. Ajak's dead, killed by a Deviant. The Deviants are back. We don't know how many there are. You need to come with us.
Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao
Under The Moon Light - Druig × fem!Reader | College!au
Summary: you are Sersi's roommate and you have a thing for the new Irish boy.
A/N: I did think about putting a smut at the ending but I'm still not confident enough on my writing to do so 😩. Maybe on the future it comes on a part 2.
*y/f/s = your favourite subject
Content: pure fluff and dorkiness
Word count: 1.2k
(not my gif)
"God! You guys are disgusting" you let out on a playful bitter tone. You were having lunch on campus with your friends, sitting beside Sersi, – who were to busy texting Ikaris – while Kingo sat on the opposite corner of the table, beside the couple, Thena and Gilgamesh, who were stuck on their own world when they were, in fact, right in front of you.
"Can you guys at least take a second to talk to us?" Now Sersi's attention was drawn to you, she looked into your eyes while laying her phone on the lunch table. "Leave them be, y/n. You're just bitter because you can't be like them with the new boy." She smirks at you. Bitch. Druig, was the boy in question, the Irish that transferred to your school. As much as you wanted to deny it, you did feel attracted to him. A lot, for a matter of fact.
"Yet" you let out to Sersi.
"What?" She answers.
"I can't be like that with him, yet." You say confidently.
"C'mon, you weren't able to exchange two words with him before seeming like you would pass out."
"He intimidates me." You whisper coyly.
"You were literally just trying to ask him if you could borrow a pen."
"Yes. And that was the scariest moment I've ever been through."
"Scarier than when we had to watch Kingo's movies?"
"Well, maybe the second scariest." both of you giggle before hearing a "Hey!" that came from a very offended Kingo who threw the first thing he could get on his plate on you. "Don't talk about my movies like that. They're art."
"Whatever, movie star" you mock. "Are you coming to the library with us?" You ask your friend as you and Sersi get up of the table, taking a piece of pasta out of your hair that Kingo shot at you previously.
"To do what?" He asks.
"What do you think we're doing in the library, dork?" You say
"I don't know, sleep?"
"We're studying, dingus" Sersi says the obvious
"No thanks." He replies with a disgust expression.
"You know you're on college right?"
"I do, in fact, but in a short time I won't need it anymore"
"If you say so" you cut the conversation short, now turning and waving goodbye at him, Thena and Gilgamesh, although you were almost sure the last two didn't even notice you were there in the first place.
You walk down the hall with your arms crossed to Sersi's talking about the new show you two are watching together on your way to the library. Right on the opposite side of the hall you see him. Sersi nudges you provokingly while you loose your words just at the sight of him. For fuck sakes he is so handsome.
He was wearing a leather jacket and a full black outfit looking stunning as always. Before you could tell your friend to walk the other way he was already walking towards the both of you. Don't panick. "Hello m'ladies" you hear his accent speak heavenly. "Hi" Sersi answers with a polite smile as all you could do was thinking how pretty he was. Is that even legal? Look at his eyes.
"Are you heading to the library?" He asks. All you do is nod in response. Not being exactly on the condition to form a full sentence at the sight of him on the leather jacket.
"Can I come with?" Whaaa- "If it's not a bother, of course" he completes after realising your shock expression.
"No, no, no, it won't be a bother at all, we're glad someone else is joining, actually" Sersi says "Right, y/n?"
"Sure, yeah" was all you could verbalise. That fucking jacket is going to be the death of me.
Now with the three of you walking side by side. You freeze in place by the sudden feeling of his hands on your hair locks. Again reading your expressions with ease he's quick on explaining "There was a little pasta on it" he smiles. Fuck you, Kingo. You think.
"Oh, thank you." you give him a genuine smile while silently reminding yourself to kill your friend when you see him. "That was Kingo, one of our friends. He didn't want to come with us. Says he's to busy being a movie star to have time for college." you laugh and continue " We were mocking him about it and the bastard threw his food at us" you say on a playful tone and giggle thinking about your friend. He was an absolute idiot but you loved him with all your heart. Druig laughs along.
"At least it was his food." He says, still smiling.
"Yeah, well, I guess there's a good part in it after all." You follow him, smiling too.
"Have you been friends for long?" He points at Sersi, who was now walking a little ahead the both of you. You knew she did that on purpose and made a head reminder to thank her later for it.
"Yep." you answer with emphasis on the p "We've been roommates for 4 years now, I guess, but we know eachother since our childhood."
"Wow. That's a lot" he laughs again. What a cute laugh.
"It is" you smile. "How about you? Did you come here before or are you getting to know the place 'cause of college?" you were genuinely surprise on how you were, somehow being able to keep up the conversation with him"
"Oh, no, I have family in the country. They actually..."
Before he could continue. You bumped on your friend's back when she suddenly stopped and you were to busy looking at Druig's pretty face to see her.
"Shit." you mumble
"We're here" she can't hold a laugh knowing exactly who was the reason of your distraction.
You three spent the afternoon studying y/f/s* together. Every time you could feel Druig's gaze on you it made you shiver. As you were getting to tired of studying, the three of you left your books opened at the table but your attention at the reading was long gone, keeping up a fun and light conversation. You talked about everything. And you loved the way Druig was looking at you when you spoke, it was magical.
As the night fell, the blue eyed boy offered to walk the two of you to your dorm. What a gentleman. Sersi made a terrible excuse involving Ikaris to go the other way and leave you two alone. It worked, obviously, so now you two were walking together under the moon light. At some point of the walk your hands intertwined and he looked at you coyly smiling. You could've swear you melted.
He told you about his family in Ireland. About how he missed them. You watched as his eyes shone brightly and you fell for him even more. When you stopped in your dorm room's door. You looked up at him smiling. Felt butterflies on your stomach when he cupped your face with his soft hands.
And kissed you.
Why didn't you? pt. 4
Angst with a teeny bit of happiness, really small tho
Summary: You're heartbroken back to your family home who are consoling you.
TW: Red Room, sadness, human trafficking
Your hair dripped in little strings over your face.
The rain poored from the sky, but you didn't knew if it was tears on your cheeks or the rain.
Staring at the wooden door for ages, you slowly lifted your hand and knocked on the door.
One minute and thirty seconds.
Why won't the door open?
Is she ignoring you?
Is everyone ignoring you?
No, that can't be.
The door swung open.
"Y/N?" She lowered her pistol.
"Mama," you whispered. Voice barely noticeable among the sturdy rain.
"What are you doing here, мой сладкий?" (my sweet), she pulled you into a soft embrace.
Your face scrunched up in pain and a hurted whimper escaped your lips. You didn't respond, only hugging her tighter. Cheek smashed against her wollen sweater.
"C'mon, c'mon get inside or else you're going to be sick."
Reluctantly you let go, you stepped into the hallway and kicked of your gear. Melina draped the coat on the heater in the livingroom.
"From who is that?" a deep accented voice said, papa.
You opened the door and sheepish you stood in the livingroom.
"Hi papa," you looked to the ground, not wanting that dad saw you like this.
"Y/N!" His voice was surprised and he stood up out of his chair. You wanted him to give a hug but Alexei ushered you to change upstairs.
Yelena's face turned into confusion then into happiness and then into worry, but she stayed silent.
In your comfy wear, you sat in the livingroom with a warm cup of tea and some cake.
"Eat! Eat!" Mama said, noticing the lack of hunger. Other than that, it stayed quiet. Only the sound of burning wood could you hear.
"So," Yelena said folding her hands. "What even happend? You're coming here al snotty with a sad face, what's wrong?"
You gripped your teacup and you closed your eyes, not wanting to cry.
"They-they told me I was a monster," your voice cracked. "I thought- I thought," you put your hand in your hair tugging slightly at it. "I though they were responsible for Natalia's death."
Eyes wide open, muscles tensed.
"They were ofcourse not responsible," you shushed quickly.
They are, admit it to yourself.
"They ignored the Snap, but that's whole another story," you waved away.
The muscles visibly relaxed and a quiet hum from Melina reached your ears. You took a deap breath and explained your side of the story.
"What! They did what?" Yelena stood abruptly out of the sofa. "ублюдки!" (motherfuckers!). Her eyebrows furrowed in anger, "they can't- they can't just assume you did it for fun! They are so dumb for not asking for clarification, о Боже." (oh my god.) She sighed the last part in irritation.
Melina's face was clear from any emotions, while Alexei was the completly opposite.
He was seething.
How could they hurt his precious daugther?
"If they ever show their faces here, they will be lucky if they escaped with broken bones," she deadpanned.
Alexei and Yelena agreed.
Bed time fell and you laid in bed, the door creaked slightly open showing papa.
"You're still awake?" he whispered.
He can't see that.
"Yeah," you mumbled.
The relationship with your father was complicated, betrayal still fresh in your heart. He betrayed you and you still felt guilty to walk away from him. Not literally tho, but mentally. The mattress dipped and he avoided your look.
"You know I will always protect you right?"
A lump formed in your throat and you pulled your bed cover over you. With a muffled voice you said: "Then why did you sell us?"
He looked at the heap of duvet that was you.
"It was for you own good."
You stayed silent, a few tears leaking.
Guilt washed over Alexei and he mumbled a quiet: "Wait that came out wrong."
"I shouldn't have done that."
Other than the irregular breathing underneath the duvet, it was still.
"I am," he turned away his gaze and rubbed his face. "I am sorry."
You cried and gripped the cover with dear life.
Alexei pulled the cover of your face and he gave you a hug. You pushed him away but he wouldn't budge. Deeb sobs came out of your mouth while you hitted him on the back. Desperation hits you, the longing of a family.
You rested your head in his shoulder, the spot where your cried was completely wet. You felt a few tear spots on your shirt too.
The two of you said nothing to eachother, the unsaid words were said. Alexei stayed until you were calm and tucked you in, singing a Russian lullaby.
"In the declining years.
More tenderly we love.
Shine a farewell light,
That light of the last love.
Shadow of the evening dawn.
Embraced half the sky.
Just there, in the west.
Keep your honor, keep your honor.
Look, friend, the great strength.
Was growing up ahead, look.
Look, friend, the great strength awakens
Fidelity in the heart.
Help me measure the strengths.
Strength, grief or your voice.
Slow down, slow down.
Slow down the evening day.
Stay longer, charm.
Let the blood get thinner in the veins,
But not in the heart get thinner.
My tenderness for you.
Oh, you, charm,
The last love."
"From who knew you this song?" You stared at him.
"My mother sang this to me when I was around your age in Ohio, do you think you can sleep now?"
"I will try, thanks papa."
"спи сладко, Y/N." (sweet dreams)
"спи сладко, papa." (sweet dreams)
Your relationship still fragile like fine china.
This time after making sure he couldn't hear you, you cried again. This time from exhaustion, happiness and pain and you fell in a deep sleep.
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Eternals Pt. 1 Tenochtitlan
Hey! this is my first post so I hope this goes well, let me know if I should post more parts or any backstory of the timeline before this part takes place:)
Just a little bit about my character, Her name is Jordas or Jord (the earth goddess in scandinavian mythology, I thought it’d be a nice touch to name her after a goddess that she portrays)
Her powers consist of matter maipulation like Sersi but instead of changing matter she controls it (so basically elemental powers and such) I also thought that it would make sense for her to be able to teleport because she can move matter and conjure up matter and she is matter yenno?
Also, this “little” blurb hasn’t really been edited yet so sorry for spelling mistakes or goofy grammar!
I hope you enjoy!
Tenochtitlan - 1521 AD
Fires roared in the distance, a shiver ran up the eternals back at the sounds of metal slicing through fearful screams. Sersi gently grabbed Jordas’s hand and pulled her forward from where she had teleported Phastos, Sersi, and herself. Dry leaves and twigs crunched under the trio's feet as they walked towards the meeting spot just outside of the city. Jordas could feel the presence of the rest of the group get stronger the closer they got. How had Tenochtitlan come to this? Why did the humans have to conquer everything they could? The group of eternals had barely put roots down in the city.
The black tunic Jordas wore had several holes ripped into it, blood seeped through a large cut on her upper arm that she had sustained during the fight. She had been the one to take down the deviant that Ajak had assigned her team as her powers made her an offensive fighter while Sersi and Phastos were on the defensive. Voices could be heard and Jordas felt her heart speed up, Sersi grinned over at her fellow eternal before tightening her grip on the eternal's hand. A small smile worked its way onto Jordas's face as they emerged from the thick treeline, her eyes landing on Ajax, Sprite, and Druig all waiting at the large stone that marked their meeting spot. Her heart started to race as her eyes landed on the dark haired eternal. Sersi squeezed her hand before dropping it and pushing Jordas forward.
“Druig,” Jordas murmured as she strode forward, her messy braid swinging side to side as she ran into her lover's arms. Druig sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around Jordas's smaller frame and nuzzled his face into her wiley sand coloured hair. She pulled away from his warm embrace and reached up to cup his face in her palms, thoroughly inspecting him for injuries. Druig couldn’t help the crooked smile that plastered itself onto his face, but it quickly dropped as he saw the bloody spot on her dark tunic and the large gash that lay underneath the torn fabric. He pulled his face from her hands and gently grasped her arm, pulling it closer so he could look at the wound. Jordas couldn’t help but wince as he applied a soft pressure to completely staunch the slow bleeding.
“Ajak, Jordas is bleeding,” Druig said loudly as he looked up to their leader. Ajak quickly spun around from where she was scanning the forest and quickly made her way over to where Druig was standing protectively close to Jordas's side.
“I’m fine really, it’s just a cut,” Jordas chuckled as she looked up to Druig who sent a weak glare her way. Ajak chuckled as she placed her small hand over the wound. Jordas groaned slightly as she felt the gash close, the skin on her arm melding back together.
“I think she’ll survive,” Ajak teased as she looked over the couple and patted Druig on the shoulder. Druig grumbled under his breath before taking his beloved back into his arms. Ajak gave the seemingly younger woman a knowing smile before turning and walking back over to where Sersi and Phastos stood searching the treeline for the rest of their companions.
“I don’t like when she separates us,” the telepath grumbled. Jordas smiled up at him before placing a firm kiss to his lips.
“I came back to you as I always will,” she murmured back. Druig hummed softly in response as he brought his hand up to her face, gently brushing his thumb over a scabbed over cut on Jordas's freckled cheek. Jordas gently pulled away from Druig, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before walking to where Sersi and Phastos stood. Druig couldn’t help but smile as he watched Jordas, seeing her seemed to make a giant weight slide off of his shoulders. He felt whole again and he knew she felt the same.
“Ew, you’re staring,” Sprite fake gagged as she moved to stand beside him, her arms crossed disapprovingly. Druig’s smile grew wider before looking down to where Sprite stood.
“Oh shut up,” he grumbled as he gently shoved the smaller eternal.
The screams from inside the city grew louder as the fire grew brighter. Jordas frowned deeply as she came to stand in between Sersi and Phastos. Thena strode towards the small group of eternals, in a sudden flash Makarri was walking beside her.
“Where are the others?” Ajak asked in a concerned tone as the two women approached.
“We had to split up,” Makarri quickly signed, a deep frown etched onto her face.
“There were more deviants than you said,” Thena spoke up in her usual dull tone, her head held proudly in the air.
“Well, I’m sure that was a lot of fun for you,” Phastos snorted.
“It was,” the goddess said in a playful tone, a grin plastering itself onto her beautiful face. Jordas smiled at Makkari before walking back to where Druig and Sprite stood on Phastos’s other side. Jordas gently grabbed Druig’s hand in her own as Phastos pulled one of his contraptions from his pocket. Jord slightly played with the golden wedding band that Druig wore, as the screams grew louder she became anxious. Druig gently intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her hand a firm squeeze. Phastos waved his hand over top of the metal disk causing a small glowing globe to pop into view.
“Once the others kill these last deviants we will have eliminated them all from the planet,” Phastos said as he showed the group the small glowing orb in his palm, one blue dot still staining its surface. Sudden gunshots caused Jordas to jump slightly, Druig’s grip on her hand tightened as he turned towards the commotion. Villagers were desperately trying to run, to escape from their home only to be gunned down by their fellow man. Torches illuminated the forest along with the bright flashes of gunpowder being ignited. Bile rose in the back of Jordas’s throat, she quickly raised a hand and all of the torches suddenly suffocated sending the forest back into darkness.
“Jordas,” Ajak said in a warning tone. The young woman spun to look at their superior, a look of pure terror ectched onto her dirty face.
“They’re being slaughtered!” Jordas desperately laughed in an exasperated tone, she could feel tears starting to burn the back of her eyes. Ajak glared at the young woman, her eyes were compassionate yet hard. Jordas’s lip quivered slightly as she turned back to where a mass of shouting had taken over instead of the sound of gunfire. She raised a shaky hand and fire once again ignited the torches. Druig pulled her into his chest but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the fire light, she prayed that she had given some of the fleeing villagers a good head start. She closed her eyes tightly and buried her face into Druig’s chest. She could hear his heart hammering as he held her tightly. A low pitched hum made its way to her ears, she could feel Druig using his powers.
“Don’t,” Ajak warned Druig in a low tone, “we don’t interfere in their wars.” Jordas felt her beloved's shoulders slump as the energy he had conjured dissipated, he tightened his grip around Jordas before slowly letting go of her. Her earth coloured eyes were now tinged with red from the tears she wouldn’t allow to fall. He felt his heart drop at the sight of her grief, Jordas had always loved the humans. Ajak took another step closer to him. Druig passed Jordas off to Makarri who quickly moved to her friend's side, Jordas swallowed thickly as she stepped back to stand beside Makarri who wrapped an arm around the slightly taller woman's waist.
“This isn’t war, it’s genocide,” Druig growled back. His accent growing thicker as his temper rose, “their weapons have become too deadly.” Makarri was quick to move both herself and Jordas to stand beside Sersi behind Phastos as Druig’s anger bloomed. The telepath spun around to face the group, “maybe it wasn’t such a good idea helping them to advance, Phastos.” Jordas could feel tensions rising past the limits as Druig stalked closer to Phastos, she was quick to move in front of Druig and place a gentle hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer to his fellow eternal.
“Technology is a part of their evolutionary process, Druig.” Phastos shot back, “It’s not exactly something I can stop.” Jordas could hear Makarri step forward to place a hand on Phastos’s shoulder.
“No, you can’t. But I can,” Druig shot back, his voice raising. In a flash Makkri moved to Jordas’s side, concern swirling in her dark eyes.
“Stay strong,” Makkari signed to Druig, a tight lipped smile on her face. Druig looked down to his friend with a sorrowful expression.
“I’m sorry my love,” Jordas said wordlessly. Her hazel eyes meeting his blue ones. Druig pursed his lips together as he looked to her pleading face.
“It’s too late,” Thena murmured softly from behind where everyone stood. Jordas turned to face her, keeping a hand firmly on Druig to keep him from losing his temper but to also calm herself.
“Thena?” Sersi asked softly as she took a step towards Thena.
“Everyone is going to die,” Thena muttered.
“Are you okay?” Sersi questioned as she slowly continued towards Thena.
“Sersi, stop!” Jordas yelled already knowing what was going to happen. Thena summoned her spear and stared blankly past everyone, suddenly her eyes glossed over and she lunged at Sersi. Jordas was quick to react despite Druig’s attempt to grab her. With a snap of her fingers she had teleported in between Sersi and Thena. Jordas was greeted with a sharp pain in her side as she shoved Sersi out of Thena’s warpath. Jordas stumbled to the ground in pain, her hands shooting to the searing sensation engulfing the entire right side of her ribcage. In a flash she was moved from in front of Thena’s death blow to behind were Thena stood as her blade smashed into the ground where Jordas’s neck had been a second earlier.
“Jordas!” Druig screamed as he ran towards where she was now laying on the ground. Makkari was gone a split second later, grabbing hold of Thena and pushing her away from where the group was gathered. Jordas gritted her teeth as her side seemed to ignite, blood seeped through her fingers staining her own gold wedding band. A pungent metallic taste filled her mouth. Both Sersi and Druig were at her side, she looked up at both of their worried faces. Jordas couldn’t contain a cry of pain as Druig pushed down heavily onto the gushing wound, blood quickly beginning to seep through his fingers. Jordas raised her hand over where he was pushing down on the bloody gash in an attempt to manipulate the bleeding to at least curb it until Ajak could come to her aid. Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she strained to use her powers. While Sersi could change the form of matter Jordas could control all matter, even her own body.
“No, no, no stop Jordas,” Sersi gasped as she placed her friend's head on her lap. Jordas’s head spun from the attempted exertion, she gritted her teeth as a small whine escaped from her throat as she let her arm fall limp to the ground. Her eyelids felt heavy and her head swayed side to side in an attempt to stay awake.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Druig growled down at her.
“I’m trying,” Jordas mumbled as she looked up to Druig. His dark eyebrows were scrunched together as he looked down at her. His eyes ignited into a dark golden hue, Jordas’s eyes quickly matching. Her tense body suddenly relaxed and her laboured breaths evened out, Druig leaned down to press his forehead to hers and sighed.
“You really need to stop trying to get yourself killed,” he grumbled. Jordas grinned weakly as her eyes returned to their natural colour, a small chuckle wracking through her body causing her to wince.
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea,” Jordas whispered raspily. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head rested against Sersi.
A warm sensation suddenly flowed through Jordas’s body, her eyes snapped open. Both Druig, Ajak, and Kingo were crouching in front of Jordas, worried expressions plastered to their faces, warm hands were placed on either side of her head. Her green flecked eyes peered up to see Sersi smiling down at her. Ajak quickly stood from where she was crouching and walked towards where Gilgamesh was gingerly carrying Thena.
“Close call?” Jordas rasped as she turned her head back to look up at Sersi. Sersi pursed her lips together in a tight smile and nodded, Jordas couldn’t help but grin up at her. She reached for Druig who now stood over top of her, his rough hands quickly wrapped around her own and pulled her up to her feet.
“You’re an idiot,” Druig muttered as he flicked a dry leaf from Jordas’s hair.
“I tend to be accident prone,” she softly replied as she shrugged her shoulders. She couldn’t help but sway back and forth, nearly tumbling back to the ground. Druig wrapped his arms around her tightly to stabilise her, his blue eye boring into hers. She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. Druig let out a shuddering sigh and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling her to lean completely onto him.
“I hate seeing you hurt, you were dying and I couldn’t do anything but watch,” Druig’s voice echoed through her head. Jordas’s heart sunk, she gently lifted his head so she could look him in the eyes.
“I’ll always be right here. It’s been thousands of years, it’ll be harder to get away from me than that.” Druig couldn’t help but smile. A loud gagging noise caught Jordas’s attention, she peered over Druig’s shoulder only to see Kingo grinning at her.
The eternals all surrounded the stone table that Gilgamesh had placed Thena on.
“I thought Mahd Wr’ry was a myth,” Sersi mumbled as she pushed some blonde hair from Thena’s face.
“There is no cure, so no one really talks about it,” Phastos said softly as Ajak healed a small wound on his shoulder. A gasp caused Jordas to jump slightly in surprise, Makkari placed a gentle hand on her shoulder from where she stood beside her. Kingo was quick to step in front of the two women protectively. Everyone except Druig was quick to step forward to the table as Thena looked around, obviously confused. Jordas peered silently around Kingo’s shoulder.
“What happened?” Thena asked as she scanned the stone room of the temple with her eyes.
“Thena,” Ajak started, “you attacked everyone. Wounded Phastos, you nearly killed Makkari and Jordas.”
“I don’t remember,” Thena mumbled as she slowly sat up, tears welling in her eyes.
“You have Mahd Wy’ry,” Ajak whispered to Thena, “your mind is fracturing under the weight of your memories. And all I can do is erase them so that you can start over.” Thena’s bottom lip quivered as she stared at Ajak, she shook her head. Jordas felt her heart drop, quickly she stepped around Kingo and grasped Thena’s hand. The blonde woman’s head snapped towards her, Thena’s green eyes filled with fear. “I will have to inform Arishem and take you back to the ship where we have the technology to help you,” Ajak calmly explained. Thena’s hand began to shake in Jordas’s.
“But she won’t be Thena anymore,” Makkari signed as she also stepped out from behind Kingo.
“What if it happens again?” Kingo asked from where he now stood in between the two women, “she could have killed you. She had Jordas on the brink of death. She could have killed all of us.”
“Please,” Thena begged as she snapped her head back towards Jordas, “please I-I want to remember.” Tears ran down the goddesses face, Jordas’s eyes began to burn as she pulled Thena into her chest. “I want to remember my life,” Thena cried as she grabbed onto Jordas tightly.
“Thena, I love you but listen to me,” Ajak murmured as she pulled Thena from Jordas's embrace, “it’s not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain. You will always be Thena deep inside, trust me.” Jordas swiftly made her way to where Druig leaned against the frame of the temple's giant stone door, her heart felt sluggish as it continued to sink. He was quick to pull his beloved into a one armed embrace, holding her tightly against his side as he glared down at the floor. Jordas laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort and familiarity that his presence gave her.
“Why should she trust you?” Druig growled as he looked up to his leader. Jordas lifted her head from his shoulder in surprise as he slowly let his grip on her loosen. Druig took a step away from the wall as he continued, “you’re asking her to let you erase who she is.”
“Druig I know you’re upset-” Ajak’s eyes flickered to where Jordas stood and then back to Druig who quickly cut her off.
“Upset!?” he shouted as he took a step forward, “we’ve trusted you for seven thousand years and look where you’ve gotten us.” Jordas took a quick step forward and grabbed his hand, it wasn’t noticeable to the others but she could feel him shaking wildly. His thoughts racing, his emotions bursting at the seams. “I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?” Druig’s voice lowered to a murmur as he stared into Ajak’s eyes. A silent tear rolled down his cheek, his grip on Jordas’s hand tightened, “Could our mission be a mistake?” he shouted as he looked around the room at his fellow eternals, “Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?” Druig’s voice wavered as he broke eye contact with Ajak and spun around to face the burning city at his feet, he gently pulled Jordas with him as he stepped outside of the room and onto the steps of the temple. The fires that burned the city illuminated the night sky, hiding the stars with its bright wrath.
“Druig,” Jordas whispered as she turned her body to face him, looking away from the slaughter down below. He looked over to her with a sickly look before turning back to the clamouring and screaming.
“We’re just like the soldiers down there,” he murmured to her in a raspy tone before raising his voice, “pawns to their leaders. Blinded by loyalty.” Druig’s tone dropped completely, he raised a hand, “It ends now.” Jordas could feel his power as his eyes glowed golden. The screaming and fighting below came to a quick stop, Jordas felt her breath hitch as she watched the people turn to face the temple, a sea of golden eyes appearing. Druig was suddenly ripped away from her and shoved into the nearby wall, her eyes grew wide as Ikaris closed in on Druig.
“Let them go,” the taller man commanded as he kept Druig pinned to the stone wall.
“You’re gonna have to make me,” Druig growled back with a clenched jaw. Jordas snapped her fingers and teleported so she was in between the two men, she placed her hands firmly on Ikaris’s chest and shoved him back. His eyes bore into her own as he moved to come closer.
“Stop,” Jordas warned softly as her heart started to pound, her vision bagan to swim from her recent blood loss. Ikaris clenched his jaw and took another step forward, Jordas waved her wrist gently and a stream of hot air wooshed past them as a warning. Ikaris was fast to move, his hand wrapped around Jordas’s throat and slammed her into the wall. Her elbow collided with his ribs causing him to falter enough for her to slip from his iron grip. She moved with purpose, ducking under his arm, placing her hand on the middle of his back and blasting him face first into the stone with a gush of air. Ikaris grunted on impact before whirling around to face her. Druig stepped in between the two, arguably strongest, eternals. He moved one arm behind his back to grab onto Jordas’s hand. Her head spun, she held onto Druig’s hand with one hand and placed the other on his back to keep herself from toppling over.
“Stop,” Ajak scolded as she marched towards where Ikaris stood. He looked into her eyes and nodded curtly before stepping back. Drug took a small step to his left so Jordas could stand at his side, their arms brushing together. A small touch to calm the both of them.
“If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” Druig said softly to Ajak. He reached to grab Jordas's hand, his fingers intertwined with her own, she gripped him tightly as a non verbal sign of support. He turned back towards the steps, Jordas spared one last sad glance at her family before joining Druig, her eyes locked with Ajak’s for a second before she tore them away. While she didn’t want to leave them she knew that she had to, she couldn’t stay with them, not without Druig.
As her feet met the sandy ground Jordas raised a hand and the fires that littered the war torn city were smothered leaving them in the moonlight. Druig let go of her hand and wrapped a strong arm around her, placing a firm kiss on the side of her head.
This was a new start. One she never expected.
ETERNALS (2021) | dir. CHLOÉ ZHAO
Finally watched Eternals!!!! And damn it was amazing
But it also made me cry, not because of death tho.
It was Phastos husband that made me cry. As soon as I heard him speak Arabic I couldn’t stop the tears. Years of Arabs being t3rrorits or Middle East in war, and Marvel finally did something right.
Ben, Phastos husband, was just that, a loving husband and a father. He didn’t fight, he didn’t work for some secret organization, he was just living his life like any other person.
Then when the Eternals was in Iraq, I was so happy I told all my friends about it. There wasn’t a war in Iraq!!! They just showed archeologists finding something important from the past and that’s it. No one was hurt or scared.
Just showing an Arab, being an Arab and speaking Arabic, can mean so much. It also is more to Middle East than war. It’s not an everyday thing there. Culture, food, people, history. There is so much people outside the Middle East they don’t know about.
It’s not hard having a diverse cast, representation really matters.
Update: Even my mama was surprised! She also said that there is no war in Iraq, so like I mentioned, it’s not an everyday thing.
You know what I feel...I feel this is a song that would have been written about druig and Makkari back wheb they had songs written and sung and tales told of the eternals. I know druig doesn't represent hades and same for makkari with persephone and the aesthetics are different but I can still it and whenever I hear this song it always resonates with drukkari. And I tried to avoid ever putting Drukkari in that Hades AU box because I feel it happens so much with so many ships (don't get me wrong it's one of my fav AUs I just didn't want to throw another ship into that) but...I don't know I just feel them in the words and I am even considering doing a song fic/breakdown (another thing I swore I'd never do, I usually really don't like them yet here I am) for it because I just see it.
And the song sounds kinda older it's not very modern it has an older feel. And I know the characters are different and that druig is not harsh or cruel (actually neither was hades but rahts a different chat) or some dark overlord and Makkari is not persephone BUT I still feel them in the song and it's words. Am I just grasping atp?
And even the hardest of hearts unhardened, suddenly when he saw her there.
These 3 would be chaotic together, change my mind.
i’m honestly mad marvel didn’t make sprite non binary in eternals like
there is. so much potential here but the whole time they were calling them “she” and ugh it’s getting on my nerves
Try again (Kingo x Reader)
This is the second part of this fic. You need to read that one to understand this.
Summary: after that reunion with Kingo at Phastos's wedding, you two try to get back to your normal life. But it's not that easy and maybe it's time to stop thinking so much and finally act.
This was going to be posted yesterday, but my laptop deleted much of what I had written, so I had to start over. But, last night I started again. I finished it at about 4am and now I corrected it and added more things. I hope you like it.
Warning: None. Fluff!- Kingo x Eternal!fem!Reader
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Phastos asked Kingo when you finally left the airport.
"What was what?"
"That 'I love you', 'me too'? Kingo, what the hell? I thought you guys had broken up for ever.""
"It was nothing, can we not talk about this anymore? thank you" Kingo put on his sunglasses and started walking, "Karun, we have to go too."
"Kingo, stop right there." Phastos approached him, to talk to him face to face "You know how lucky you are that she loves you and that you obviously love her? Do you know how lucky you are that you know you can share eternity itself with her? I will have Ben, if I am lucky, for fifty more years, my son maybe seventy. And nothing more... that's how short the life of a human being is. But you, you lucky bastard, you were lucky enough to fall in love with her. And for her to fall in love with you. So if you don't do something to go find her, I swear I'm going to ruin your Bollywood career."
"You wouldn't dare..."
"Try me. Go get her."
Kingo sighed, "It's not that simple. She and I went through a lot... And I am not alone now, I am seeing a woman and..."
"Do you love this woman?" Phastos didn't have Druig's powers, but he could read Kingo like a book. "No, you don't."
Kingo shook his head, "but it's not as easy as you think."
"I'm not saying it's easy. I'm saying stop fighting what you really want to do."
Kingo promised to think about it. On the plane back to Mumbai, he felt his valet's eyes fixed on him, "You too think I'm acting like a coward by letting her go?"
"I don't know, sir, I just know that this morning on the way to the airport you kept looking at her. And I'm sure I've never seen you look at anyone like that before."
Kingo averted his gaze and said nothing more. Hopefully he would get to India, start filming and forget all about it.
But he didn't, he couldn't forget. Not when he was greeted by his girlfriend when he arrived, and as she kissed him, he couldn't help but feel that that must be you. Was she really his girlfriend? Kingo had never put a title to the relationship with that girl. They were together, but at the same time they never talked about it being formal. Now, seeing things from another perspective, Kingo began to understand that it was simply something to combat the loneliness that had been plaguing him for some time.
An hour later after arriving, he told her that he could not continue with the relationship, whatever the relationship was. Of course she didn't take it well and Kingo watched her leave in tears. And he was miserable. His goal on Earth was to protect humans, even though he might not be doing his best work now.
"It was for the best," Karun tried to comfort him.
Kingo needed to clear his mind, so the next day he contacted his entire group of actors to start shooting again. It didn't escape the notice of any of them, that Kingo was trying to be his usual funny, carefree self, but was trying too hard to achieve it.
On the other side of the world, you were having no better time than he was. It had now been almost two weeks since Phastos' wedding and he had e-mailed the photos of that day to you and the rest of the eternals alike. And every time he, Kingo, appeared in one of them, you spent several minutes looking at him. Remembering that kiss. But knowing he was with someone else.
How selfish would you be if...? You stared at the computer screen and opened a new tab in the browser, as you ran to grab your credit card. To hell with it all.
Five days later, a woman saw you sitting on some steps. She asked you if you needed anything.
"I'm looking for Kingo," you told her.
The day Phastos sent you all the wedding photos, you decided to take the last chance you knew you had and bought a ticket to Mumbai. And there you were now sitting in front of the place where he was currently shooting. It hadn't been hard to spot him, because his face was on posters all over the place.
"Who are you?"
"I'm...a reporter. I don't have an appointment, but I thought there would be no inconvenience in waiting for him here."
"No, there isn't. You can come in if you want, I don't think Kingo will be here for another hour. My group and I are in charge of setting up the scenery so we'll be ready when he arrives. If you don't mind waiting, you can come in."
You would have wanted to tell her that you'd been waiting for him for two centuries. That an hour for an eternal one was absolutely nothing, but you kept quiet and just thanked her.
When Kingo arrived, it was the decorator herself who told him there was a reporter waiting for him for a story. He frowned, usually all reports were by appointment. But when his co-worker made it clear that this person had apparently traveled a long way to get there, he agreed to see them, not knowing that "they" was you. He would have agreed anyway, even if this person lived across the street. But what Kingo found out of place was that they hadn't agreed on a place for the interview.
You were reading a magazine, sitting in a corner of the recording studio when he arrived.
"Good morning, excuse me for..." his remaining words caught in his throat, as you lowered the magazine covering your face.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, but a brief smile crept across his face. He pointed with his head to a place for you to follow him. It was a place, resembling a storage room filled with cameras and microphones. Kingo closed the door behind him.
"This is a surprise," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I had a speech prepared in my head and now I don't know what to say. All I know is that after Phastos sent us the pictures, I didn't want to sit on the couch and watch time go by...again. So, I bought tickets here on the first available plane I could find. Raffaello didn't quite agree, but if I didn't..."
Kingo shook his head in confusion "who is Raffaello?"
"His name is Raffaello?"
"Okay?" Kingo decided to leave that topic for later. "And why are you here?"
"What do you think? Was I wrong to come?"
Kingo shook his head, smiling at you. "No, if you weren't here I probably would have been at your house tomorrow. I needed to see you too." That surprised you, but before you could ask him, Kingo confirmed, "I'm single, yes... for now."
You two would have kissed right there, but the sounds of people walking and talking nearby reminded you that you were not alone and that he had to work. "Stay," he asked, "If you'll wait for me, in the evening I'd like to go out to eat together. If that's okay with you."
"I'd love to" you replied and Kingo kissed your forehead. The closeness, allowed you to hug him and he did the same with you. You only separated when someone called him from the other side of the door and he had to, finally, go to the recording set.
Even though you knew that making a movie, it took a lot of effort; to be there and to see it was something completely different. Not just the actors, but all the people working behind the camera almost non-stop.
After an hour or two, everyone knew you weren't who you said you were. Kingo kept looking at you between takes and the smiles you and he were giving each other were thinly disguised.
Kingo finished his day's work when the sun was already setting. He invited you to a restaurant where he always went and nobody ever bothered him.
Indeed the place was elegant and private. You felt a little out of place considering you were still wearing the clothes you had been wearing after all those hours of flying, but no one there, least of all Kingo, seemed to notice.
Perhaps because he was the famous actor or perhaps because he was a regular customer, the food was in front of you almost instantly. Which allowed you, at last, to speak alone. And if you had to be honest, talking was what you needed to do. But to get to what you really wanted to do, you first touched on other, more superficial topics.
"You're jealous..." asserted Kingo when you mentioned to him whether it was necessary to do a particular scene so many times.
"I'm not jealous, why would I be jealous?"
"I don't know, you tell me. Maybe because the kiss had to be repeated several times?"
"But it's fiction... Why would I be jealous of that beautiful young woman?"
"You are jealous." Kingo burst out laughing, moving closer to you and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
"What about you? As soon as I told you my dog's name is Raffaello, you changed the expression on your face."
"Of course not! I don't mind in the least, but he could have been named Lulu or Rufus, I don't know...a dog's name. Why Raffaello?"
"...Because I like the name. Are you jealous of Raffaello, Kingo? Of the artist?"
"In my defense, he was in love with you. He painted you in one of his paintings! And he didn't like me."
"I still have that painting. No one would ever know it was the work of one of the great Renaissance painters. Kingo, you can't be jealous of someone who sadly died six centuries ago."
Kingo was quiet for a moment, "I always thought you could leave me for him. He was amazing! Look, even six hundred years later the world still knows his name."
"I could do what? You're an idiot, Kingo. I would never have left you for anyone... I never left you for anyone..." you let out a deep sigh that made both you and him fall silent for a few minutes until you spoke again.
"Can we start over?" you asked him as you moved closer to him. "No excuses, no our bullshit in between. I miss you, Kingo. I don't want to feel this emptiness I feel." Kingo was looking at you so intently, it was hard for you to keep looking at him. "I miss you," you repeated.
That was enough for him to do what he wanted to do. Not just since the morning he'd seen you again. Not just repeat what had happened at Phastos' wedding. But to follow up on what had been left incomplete two hundred years before, what should never have happened. So with that in mind, Kingo finally kissed you. And without guilt for doing so, he let his feelings speak for him.
Kingo to you would always be Kingo, even if he was now a movie star. Kingo was the one who went from being your friend to your lover, but without ceasing to be your friend. And in all that love you had for each other, there had always been a mixture of both: love as a couple but also friendship. That's why, perhaps, the day you went your separate ways it hurt you so much. But there you were again and, for sure, this time you would not be separated.
Your lips were moving along with his and although two weeks ago the kiss you shared had hurt both of you, now it was completely different. It was the kiss that said love was not extinct. Your fingers caressed the back of his neck, as he pulled you closer to him. You broke apart for just a moment to breathe, before you continued kissing each other.
"Come live with me, like we used to" he asked you after a few minutes, his forehead pressed against yours. You nodded with a smile and he opened his eyes wide. "Really?"
"Yes, I don't want to be separated anymore... but first I have to go back and bring Raffaello, I'm not going to leave him there."
Kingo stroked your cheek, " Yeah, about that... of course, we can bring him and right tomorrow on my plane, but.... But how about calling him ' Donatello' or 'Leonardo', 'Botticelli', if you prefer."
"Kingo, I'm not changing my damn dog's name."
"Our dog." he told you with a smile, as you rolled your eyes. "Do you think he'll like me, unlike the original?"
"I'm sure he will. But don't call him by any other name," you warned him.
"I'll try," he said laughing, and as he felt happiness coursing through his veins, he kissed you once again.
Ok, wierd headcanon request but- what do you think the eternals would be like in high-school?? Like how would they act, what cliques would they be in, what clubs ect
druig- okay so this guy would fall under what i call the 'messenger' category. he kind of fits in with everyone but doesn't have a solid group. has maybe like 5 close friends, but he also gives off the 'mysterious bad boy' vibes
makkari- my baby girl! she would be an athletic track and field babe who is also a straight A student. her and druig totally date in high school and people have no idea how the two of them are together
sersi- an art student!! she is super into all the pottery classes in high school. she is also a straight A student but art is really where her abilities shine
ikaris- ikaris is totally one of those cool but annoying jocks. like i don't mind being around you but only for 5 minutes a time
kingo- drama student. do i have to explain? also friends with everyone
sprite- also a drama student, but like the stage production drama student. doesn't want to be in the spot light, just wants to watch her work come to life
gilgamesh- one of those super nice jocks! one of the really friendly ones that can talk to and with anyone
thena- why does she scream volleyball to me??? thena would be a super athletic student, one that is playing sports all year long
ajak- ajak that really hot art teacher everyone had. no, i will not elaborate.
dane whitman- that really cute smart boy that everyone has a crush on
Can you write a fluff Druig imagine where Kingo overhears a conversation and misunderstands a thinking Druig and the Etenal!reader are breaking up leading him and the Eternals to meddle while Druig and the reader are confused?
It Takes Two - Druig × Eternal!reader
my first requested one! yay! :) thank you soo much for your request, anon! I enjoyed writing this sm! I pictured Kingo being just like Boyle from b99 and being CRASHED with what he thought he heard, I love the concept.
no warnings just pure fluffy fluff
word count: 1266
(not my gif)
You were currently on your shared bedroom with Druig at the dome. Laying side by side and game consoles in hands. You were having a blast with the new game you just got. Although it did cause some minor arguments about who did the mission wrong or whatever. The both of you knew you didn't mean it when you argued over games.
You were playing "It Takes Two", resuming a lot the history, it is about a couple that was getting a divorce. Very ironical, to say the bare minimum, since the game and the consoles were your anniversary gift for him, for one of your hundreds (literally) of anniversaries.
You never hoped that Druig would become so found of such a human/modern thing. But he was. He loved games, specially the ones he could play with you. You both would spend hours playing and laughing together, those turned to be one of his favourite moments with you.
The moment at the game now was one of those phases you both had to cooperate to get by. It was turning out to be more stressful than fun. But you both were still smiling at each other every time one of you did a stupid thing that made you loose and have to start over. After you made him fail at one of his tasks he stared at you doing the same expression his character had at the game and said, playfully at you "And that is why we're getting a divorce".
What neither him, or you, could ever imagine, was that a very unaware Kingo was walking by the door of your room and overheard the hole thing. This can't be happening. He thought. Without y/n Druig is going to be unbearable again. He rolled his eyes just by the tough of it. I have to do something.
. . .
While you were literally all fun and games. The eternals were crushed at the living room thinking about how would they try to convince you to get back together.
Kingo and Sprite were pure despair. Makkari and Sersi were both feeling offended you didn't talk to them about it before you made your decision, while Ikaris would never admit he cared about the both of you as much as he did, and he did think Druig was more bearable with you so he wasn't exactly happy either. Gilgamesh, Thena and Ajak were being reasonable and saying they would support whatever decision you made. But also sad.
. . .
When Ajak came to call the both of you for dinner you could tell something was off, she has a frown on her face and you looked at eachother very confused. You nod at her and say you two are coming soon, just need a little bit more time alone, tho you didn't mention it was for a game. Poor ones. She thought. They're thinking about a way to tell us.
"They're coming" she said now sitting at the table with everyone else. "Don't act all crazy about it. Let them have their own time." Everyone at the table nodded at her statement, ready for the two of you to come and spill the news. Witch got them very confused when the two of you walked at the room holding hands and smiling.
They're good at pretending. Kingo thought. They're so good together. He let out a tear he was quick on wiping out. But not before you noticed it and ask him what was wrong. Y/n's so strong. He thinks. Going through all of this and still concerned about me. "I'm alright" he says giving you a very-clearly-fake kinda smile "Are you alright?" He asks squeezing his eyes giving you a creepy look.
"I am," you say laughing at his weirdness "thanks for asking, kings" with that said you took your place at your seat next to your lover and acted normal trough the whole thing. Obviously. But for your other fellow eternals it was starting to get weird. You two were saying nothing?
By the end of the meal, Kingo was getting tired of the both of you hiding it, constantly exchanging looks with Sprite every time you showed affection towards Druig and, in his head, faking it for them. When you were about to seat up with the help of the mind controller hands. Kingo got up suddenly before you and yelled, very offended "So you two were planning on telling us when?"
You look at your lover shooting him a very confused gaze and he gives you a shrug and a frown, showing he also had no idea what was the subject in question, witch is what you decided to say. "What are you talking about?"
"ABOUT THE TWO OF YOU!" he says pointing his finger at you intertwined hands with your partner. Okay, now you were confused.
"About us?? You do know we're together, Kingo. You were literally at our marriage. 'the hell are you talking about?"
"YES. AT. THE. MARRIAGE. I WAS THERE. AND YOU TWO WERE NOT GOING TO TELL US ABOUT YOUR DIVORCE?" he yells and you look your other friends looking for answers, but for your surprise, they were all agreeing with him.
You look at Druig and start laughing. "What kind of joke is this?" you say unable to control your laugh and almost out of breath.
"Us," Druig points at you and him repeatedly "getting a divorce" he even leans on you now to support himself, the laugh also getting the air out of him.
You stop once you see the two of you were the only ones who where laughing. Now with the two of you in silence, you hear Sersi's voice. "Wait, so you two are not getting divorced?"
"Of course not, why on earth would we do that?" You ask her "And if I was, witch I'm not, you really thought I would do this without talking to you first" you sign to Makkari while verbalising it to Sersi. They both shrug, embarrassed. "Unbelievable, the two of you, unbelievable"
"Why did you think we were getting divorced, anyways?" you hear now the lovely accent of your partner behind you say while he places his hands on your waist, as someone who's reassuring everyone in the room you're still his.
"Well, I heard you say it" Kingo reveals waiting for the both of you to be shocked. You just laugh again.
"Kingo, have you ever heard of privacy? We were playing a video game, that's all, man." Druig shoots him a disapproval glance. "And also," before Kingo answers to him, he's now turned towards Ikaris "was that a sad look on your face when you thought y/n and I were breaking up?" Ikaris blushed
"No, it was not"
"Sure thing sweetie," now it was Sersi's turn to speak as she cupped the face of her husband. "let's pretend you didn't just asked me at dinner 'what would be of our double dates now?'" she air quoted his words while the eternals now turned their attention to him to make fun out of it.
"That's adorable, Ikaris" you mock while hugging your husband and looking at your family gathered at the table laughing at Ikaris. It may not be true you two were parting, but heavens did it feel good to see how much every single one of those cared about the two of you that much. You look at Druig cupping his face with your small hands and smile at him. "I love you, handsome."
"Love you more, my beautiful"
ETERNALS | Thena x gender neutral reader
SUMMARY: A hunting ceremony is set in motion as a gift of appreciation for the Eternals after saving your kingdom from the deviants. You can't help but be enthralled by a certain Goddess of War. Thena makes sure to let you know she feels the same.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i just thought of this and i have absolutely no idea what im doing. enjoy.
CONTENT: hunting, thena being badass, gender neutral, that one thena cutting up silk scene in the trailer, just fluff basically, drukkari being cute
“Thank you for your help. We are forever in your debt.”
The King shakes Ajak’s hand as the Prime Eternal smiles at the gesture. Thena stands from afar, leaning against a pillar as she watches Ajak continue to exchange pleasantries with royals. They had moved to another community to offer their services with the purpose of Arishem in mind. This one was already a large kingdom developing. Ajak had plans on making their community thrive better.
Gilgamesh silently makes his way beside Thena as he examines the architecture of the palace. “Seems grander and more advanced than Babylon.”
Thena nods in agreement. “Quieter people too. Wonder what made Ajak choose this place.”
The pair sits in comfortable silence as they continue to watch Ajak, Sersi, and Ikaris converse with the humans while Sprite, Kingo and Phastos talk amongst themselves on the other side of the room. Thena looks around, looking for two missing Eternals. “Where’s Druig and Makk--”
Just as Thena mentions the pair, Makkari zooms her way inside, excitement and glee plastered against her face. Druig follows shortly after as the speedster makes her way over to Thena and Gilgamesh. The Olympian warrior tilts her head in curiosity. “What do we have here?”
Thena brings out a golden cup from the bag. Druig smiles as he watches Makkari sign at Thena. “Found it in the markets. There’s a lot of stuff down there!”
Thena chuckles before placing it back in the bag. The warrior signs back. “Just make sure you didn’t steal those.”
Makkari rolls her eyes before running off to Kingo to flex her new found treasures. Druig settles beside the pair. “Y’know that will get her in trouble someday.” Gilgamesh says as he looks at Druig. The mind reader purses his lips before moving close to pat the Babylon hero quite harshly on the back.
“Mind your own business Gil.” Druig mumbles before catching up to Makkari. Thena lets out a soft laugh as Gilgamesh grumbles, annoyed. She pats her companion on the shoulder before stepping forward, away from the pillar.
“Where are you going?” He calls out. Thena only waves her hand as she leaves the room. Gilgamesh sighs before joining Kingo and the others.
It’s been a few minutes since Thena had wandered off to explore. Her hands had begin to crave the familiar heaviness of her weapons. The itch to fight. Hunting deviants would be the solution but that would be quite careless considering they had just fought quite a lot awhile ago. The Olympian comes across a room filled with silks hanging on the ceiling. She steps foot inside the room, hand brushing across the soft fabric before walking to the center.
Fighting has been the only thing Thena has ever known. It’s part of her being. Being known as one of Olympia’s strongest warriors, the art of war is something she has mastered and perfected. The use of weapons and precise movements to create powerful attacks. It was something that she excelled at.
Cosmic energy flows through her veins as she summons a halberd within her hand. She twirls the weapon in her hands before letting out a long breath. She closes her eyes then begins to move.
Like an innate feeling, her body moves gracefully as she allows the halberd to twirl on her fingertips. Silk fabric falls gently on the floor as she continues to move with precision. Her footsteps continuous and elegant as she allows the blade to make swift cuts against the fabric. She finishes with her arm going down to her hip, forming a slashing movement, her halberd posed behind her figure. She grips it tightly within her palm before opening her eyes. The fabric gently falls around her making her more ethereal than she already was.
Sensing an intruder, she tilts her head to the left. “I know you’re there.”
A gasp can be heard then silence. After a few seconds, a human emerges behind the curtain of silks, a sheepish smile plastered on their face.
“What’s a royal like you lurking behind silk curtains?” Thena adjusts the weapon in her hands. You could only stare at her in awe, enthralled by her performance that you were so blessed to have seen.
She saved you during the attack. Strong hands grabbed your waist, pulling you to safety. You watched from the sidelines at how magnificent she slew the beast. You were already enthralled.
“How’d you know?” You asked. Thena examines her weapon on her hands before allowing it to vanish into thin air. Thena was a warrior that had the experience of slaying beasts and was a cosmic being designed for war, her heightened senses are enough to detect if there was a presence in the room.
“That you’re a royal or that I found you without looking?” Thena replies as she steps closer to you, patting your head. Heat spreads through your cheeks. She chuckles softly at your reaction before walking past you. Thena stops just at the doorway, flashing you a beautiful smile.
“I’ll see you around, Your Grace.”
“I declare a hunting competition be done in honor of these valiant and brave warriors!” The King declares as he raises his cup to the air. You watched your people shout in excitement and joy and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Your father, the Duke, smiles at your reaction. “Take this as an opportunity as well to dedicate your hunt for a lucky person. Whether it be for courtship, a gift of thanks or companionship. For now enjoy this feast I have prepared for you all!”
The rest of the room raise their cups in the air. You could feel the giddiness and excitement in the air as people begin to plan on what to capture for the hunt. Unbeknownst to you, a certain Goddess of War watches you with careful eyes, sipping on her wine. Phastos senses the intensity of Thena’s stare. “You’re gonna burn a hole on that royal’s face.”
Thena glances at Phastos before putting her cup down. “I’m going to join the hunt.”
“What?!” Kingo intercepts Phastos from replying as he leans forward on the table. Thena looks at the Eternal sitting in front of her, unamused. Phastos rolls his eyes.
“It’s a hunt dedicated for us and you’re going to join it?” Phastos raises his eyebrow.
“That’s like gifting yourself at your own birthday party.” Kingo scoffs. Thena could only look at both of them before taking a sip of wine from her cup. “But why? I thought these human traditions bore you?”
Thena sighs, feeling herself already full. “I have my reasons.” She stands up from her spot and walks out of the banquet hall, not before making eye contact with you.
“Thena! You haven’t finished your--” The door makes a loud bang before Kingo sighs. Phastos can only let out a chuckle before drinking more of his beverage. You could only watch with curiosity, unable to ignore the burning gaze of the warrior directed at you when the banquet had begun. You were excited for what the hunting ceremony might entail.
“Surprising enough, you’re the last one I’d expect to be joining human affairs.” Ajak chuckles as she watches Thena prepare her blades. Her halberd shifting to a sword, knife, then a shield. “You’ve always been the one most admired by humans yet you distance yourself from them.”
“Not in the mood for a lecture right now, Ajak.” Thena mumbles as she twirls her weapon within her palm. Ajak can only smile as she watches Thena adjusting herself to her battle stance.
“I hear a certain Duke’s child has been following you around recently.” Ajak nonchalantly says as she walks around Thena like a lion stalking its prey. Thena glances at her.
Ajak shurgs “Nothing. I was just interested in hearing such a humor.”
Thena stops from twirling her blades before looking behind Ajak’s figure to sense a familiar presence. She smiles softly before looking at Ajak who only gives her a pat on the shoulder.
Ajak smiles. “Make sure to win the hunt, Thena.”
“Your Grace, your father would be very disappointed to hear about you lurking around the warrior again.” Your maid, Mary whines, desperate to keep you still.
You’ve been lurking around the training grounds for a few days now after hearing that Thena herself had agreed to join the hunt. You were excited to see how your savior had been doing to prepare for the ceremony. You pace back and forth against the stone floor, unable to keep yourself from staying still.
“Your robes, Your Grace!” Mary grabs your arms, trying her best to fix your garments. “Please the hunt will start in a few minutes and you’re already looking like a mess.”
“Oh, please! Lighten up Mary.” You roll your eyes. “I doubt they’d notice a wrinkle on my garments with you keeping it pristine every few seconds.”
“Your Grace I---”
“You.” A familiar voice fills your ears like music floating in the air. You turn around to see the goddess herself. “Again.”
“We have to stop meeting like this, my lady.” You smile. “With me lurking around and you... using your impressive tracking skills.”
“You think I’m a dog?” Thena playfully accuses before softly laughing. You wished there was something that helped you capture that moment so you could repeat it again and again.
“I was merely joking.” You chuckle before stepping forward and leaning close to grab her hand. “Best of luck to you, my lady.”
You press a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Thena’s breath hitches, her heart skipping a beat.
The warrior can only smile as she pulls her hand softly from yours. “You can call me Thena.”
The hunting competition has now begun and some of the contestants had brought wonderful offerings. There were only a few left who hadn’t came back. Including Thena.
You wait in anticipation of what she might bring to the table. The Eternals can only wait with curiosity, interested as to what made their dear Thena suddenly invested in human traditions.
“Where is she?” You mumble as try to look around for the certain silver haired woman. A collective gasp is heard from afar. Your eyes look for what caused such a response. Then you see it.
Thena herself carrying an animal twice as big as any of the others have captured with ease. Druig laughs at the scene before him, Makkari, Sersi, Sprite and Ikaris with amused faces, Ajak smiling, Phastos and Kingo with their jaws dropping and Gilgamesh snorting. You however had a surprised look on your face, standing as she dropped the offering in front of you.
“There.” Thena smiles before looking up at you. “Did I win?”
The King stands up with joy. “The warrior wins the hunt!”
You stare at Thena in awe as the contestants pat her on the back. “I’m not done yet.” Thena continues, causing the crowd to look at her with interest.
“You said I could dedicate this hunt for someone with a reason right?” Thena looks at the King who blinks in confusion before slowly nodding. The goddess walks up the steps to your seat and you could only freeze as she stops in front of you. “Courtship. For you.”
Your face heats up as you hear her intentions for joining the hunt. Your heart hammering against your chest. “Y-y-you---”
“Me?” Thena smiles cheekily. “Well? Your response?”
You were speechless, unable to think straight. You wanted to say yes but your mouth was unable to move. You only did what you had to do. You grabbed Thena’s face in your hands, pulling her in a kiss as the crowd erupts into cheers. The warrior smiles against your lips before pulling you close.
“To Thena and Y/N!” Someone had shouted. The both of you pull away, foreheads against one another, basking in one another’s love.
Hello people. I’m craving for Thena fluff and just thought of this while showering. I love her sm pls. hope you enjoyed. ALSO ty for the love on my first post. <333 ily all
Another really funny Eternals thing: Kingo’s “I am my own grandpa” Bollywood dynasty act. Like how did he pull that off? Did he have to “kill off” a Kingo and stop acting for a bit every few decades when people started to get suspicious? Would he just show up again a few years later and start acting again and when people started pointing out that he looks just like that actor that died mysteriously a few years ago just say something like “no that was my dad, Kingo. I’m his son (who you didn’t know existed)…Kingo.”
Eternals – The 500 Year War Infinity Comic #3 (2022)
written by Jongmin Shin & Ju-Yeon Park
art by Do Gyun Kim & Fernando Sifuentes
Kingo x reader smut where everytime they try to get it on, one of the eternals interrupt. I mean 11 people on the domo - where's the privacy?!
And he's getting so so frustrated....
do not enter | kingo x f!reader
word count: 743
rating: 18+ ; minors do not interact. if i find out minors are interacting with my nsfw stuff, i will block them
content: sex acts, annoyed kingo, why tf does no one knock??? i'm asking even though i wrote it
likes are always appreciated, and reblogs are recommended if you enjoyed! support your local fic writers <3
No matter where you went, no matter what time period you had been in, there was never any privacy for you and Kingo. How could there be, there were 11 of you sharing a space, and if you weren’t on the Domo, it was a villager or a civilian catching you as you tried to sneak off. It was getting annoying, and you were getting frustrated in all of the worst ways possible.
One time, it was Druig interrupting you both. He needed your help with something, but needless to say, you were occupied at the time. It was right as Kingo had his hands under your tunic, your skin hot to the touch as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, when Druig came in without knocking.
“[ y/n ], would you mind giving me a—oh shit, I’m sorry!” He backed out nearly as quickly as he came in, but it was too late, the moment was ruined, and neither you nor Kingo could muster up the energy to try and get back at it.
Another time, it was Thena. This one wasn’t entirely her fault, as you two had gotten hot and heavy in the Domo’s training area, but it was just as embarrassing.
“Oh no, don’t let me stop you,” she said, arching a brow. “I’ll just tell Ajak we’ll have to deep clean the place afterwards.”
It was like the worst game ever, seeing how many different ways you two would get caught, and how many of them would be your own fault. All you wanted was a moment of peace with the love of your life, it was amazing how hard it was for the universe to grant it for you.
One afternoon, it was you and Kingo alone in the Domo. The others had gone out to celebrate yet another victory over the deviants, but this time, they wished to celebrate with the people of the nearby settlement. You chose to stay back, unaware that Kingo had done the same. You just wanted a night of quiet, and you didn’t feel very much like drinking. But with the knowledge that the other eight Eternals were far away from the Domo, you and your lover were all over each other the second you realized he had chosen to stay back.
“Feels like it’s been weeks since I’ve had you all to myself,” he whispered as he braced you against the wall of his room, leaning up to kiss along your neck as his hands grasped at your bare skin. Your legs were around his waist, and you could feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh.
“It has been. Can we not wait any longer?” you begged, your arms wrapping around his neck to keep yourself steady as his one hand left your side to grab his shaft.
“It’s like you read my mind,” he murmured, and slowly, he guided himself into you, reveling in your gasp and following moans. You tilted your head back carefully, letting it rest on the wall as you adjusted to the feeling, his cock stretching you in what was almost a foreign way.
“Move, fucking move,” you begged, and he obliged, gripping your hips with both hands as he braced your back against the wall. He began to thrust up into you, hiding his face against your neck as he huffed and grunted, the sounds mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your heels dug into his back and your hands were in his hair, wanton moans leaving your lips as you gave in to the pleasure you’d been missing for so long.
“Shit, I’m close, gonna cum,” you whispered, and that only seemed to spur him on faster. He snapped his hips up into you, kissing along your neck and nipping at it ever so slightly. You were right there, just on the brink of orgasm, when there was another voice in the Domo.
“Kingo, have you—oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Ikaris stammered, causing Kingo to still inside you, and you to hide your face against the crook of his neck.
“Doesn’t anyone ever knock anymore?” he huffed, pulling one hand away from you to push Ikaris out by the chest. The door to his room slid back shut, and he looked down at you, a mix of guilt and determination on his face.
“Oh no, this isn’t happening again. We’re finishing what we started.”