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doctorofmagic · 1 year

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I know this wasn't the point of the Wanda post but I feel like this should be said: Introducing things from the movies into the comics is not always a bad thing like how Blade wasn't half vampire until after the film trilogy and everything that happened with comic 616 Nick Fury. But I could be wrong and those are actually terrible examples.

I agree with you! I don't think adaptations and new concepts are bad, but it really depends on every circumstance.

Cloud!Galactus will forever haunt the second FF movie. Let alone that *points at Victor von Doom as a whole*

On the other hand, some concepts are super welcome, like what they did with the Eternals, making most of their personalities waaaay more interesting (I suppose my only exception is Sersi. Comics!Sersi is/was so full of sass and I missed that. But Ikaris? Makkari? Druig? *chef's kiss*)

Nick Fury, imo, is a very unique concept because he only exists thanks to the Ultimates artist who used Samuel L. Jackson for his design. The actor saw that and wanted to be part of the MCU, which turned him into a very popular character, leading Ult!Fury to the 616, while 616!Fury is currently *whatever happened to him in Slott's FF run idrc* (correct me if I'm wrong on this, I read that info a long time ago)

Oh, and I can't say much about Blade because I'm just starting to read his chronology. But I think it's cool that he's a daywalker, as far as I know.

In short, it's okay if the movies introduce something cool to the character.

But back to Wanda... (and I know you didn't mention her, this is just me ranting, so please feel free to ignore that part, I'm just seizing this opportunity)

Nothing about her MCU characterization added good things to her comic book version. She was whitewashed, worked for Hydra, had a terrible storyline about grief and mental health (tipically stereotyped and twice as problematic since she's a woman) and finally had the "woman goes crazy with power" trope. She was never able to control her powers (as seen in Civil War) and let her emotions warp reality to fit her fantasies while being manipulated by both people and her own emotions (again, women are often called overly emotional, and I'm not excusing Bendis here because he did the same in comics). She became a villain during HoM and the times she was possessed by Chthon, but she was never meant to be *THAT* scary and evil. There's altruism in her essence (this is why the narrative of killing a teenager is just so off to me).

Wanda is a brown romani woman who was often persecuted due to her ethnicity, religion and skin color, as well as her mutant genes. And yes, the many reboots that tried to erase her identity. Even in modern day, she still has to deal with ill-intended writers who ignored the implications of her character as a hero of color and the double effort she has to perform in order to be accepted as an Avenger, (former) mutant and overall hero. Not only that, the fans have to BEG to artists to make sure she isn't whitewashed, while 0ls3n stans will mock and diminish those who ask for representation.

This is why it's so problematic for Wanda to be like that. Her entire characterization is made to please a toxic fanbase and use her as a symbol to promote their racism (as seen on my previous post).

In short, they don't like Wanda. They just idolize 0ls3n because she's white and plays a derranged woman filled with power. And that's kinda enough for them.

Don't get me wrong, I do love my fair share of female villains (I'm literally in 300 different fandoms). But Wanda was not meant to be that, especially knowing that there are so few female heroes of color on screen (it gets even worse when we only count phase 1, 2 and 3).

In any case, my point is, fans cannot accept the influence of MCU!Wanda to be translated to comics because it's erasure of her identity and plain racism. The new team is working very hard to portray a woman of color as she was supposed to be ever since her roma heritage was established in comics, and it's infuriating that people will turn a blind eye to all that.

Like, this kind of shit keeps happening over and over.

Even when Wanda is a brown woman like she's supposed to be, they still find a way to erase her through 0ls3n's whiteness. This is not different from those derranged people who pick white actors and photoshop them over Black Panther's characters (I've seen one just yesterday).

Sure many minorities were poorly portrayed back then, often depicting problematic characterizations, but here's an excellent case of how comic books allow room for growth (I was talking about HP and JK but it also fits this post)

Agatha was just the last bit of bad influence from that accursed TV show. She was deaged, which is absurdly ageist. There are so many few elderly and middle-aged women in the Marvel universe. There's less now because women can't be old (ask me about the anons that stated Charlize was too old to play Clea and watch me burn in rage).

Anyways, I wanted to make this about Wanda again because it's not just a case of bad adaptation. It's a political statement -- and a bad one. And I don't want ANY OF THAT in a media that is so political and means so much to minorities. I feel like it's important for us to talk about this ALWAYS. So yeah. I don't know how to end this post. Representation matters. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance?#ask #long post #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #tw: whitewashing #mcu #marvel comics

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suckerpunchfemale · 1 year

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3, 9 and 12 for AO3 Wrapped. ;)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)

The Dark Days (Druig FF). I wrote this entire FF in a week, and I loved every single page of it. I loved building the world, the characters, the innocent love story, female empowerment and the killer epilogue. Sometimes I'll write something and I'll amaze myself. This FF is DEFINITELY an example of that.

9. Favourite pairing you wrote for this year?

Tamlin x Cin. Tamlin needed to heal so badly and I loved watching this woman enter his life like a wrecking ball and help him fix himself. IMO, He never needed a redemption arc, he needed to heal from his trauma and I will go to my grave swearing that Cin was the best thing that could ever have happened to him.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

3 as of right now. An Aemond FF, An Azriel FF and a Night Court FF, in that order. The Aemond one is taking a lot longer than expected and I got really sick so everything had to be put on hold for like three weeks. But I'm hoping to start posting the daily chapters by the end of next week so we can finally get this ball rolling.

This is so much fun! Thanks for asking, anonnie!

#sucker punch female asks #ask game

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erule · 2 years

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Tightrope walkers

Pairing: Druig x fem!eternal!reader

Warnings: ex lovers to lovers again trope, spoilers from Eternals, angst, slightly smut (characters are 18+, minors please DNI), language, some suggestive lines if you squeeze, some fluff, plot twists, sassy people here

Summary: you and Druig always had something going on between the two of you, but it never seemed like something could happen. Maybe now things have changed.

Word count: 2.5K+

A/N: hi! So, I watched Eternals some days ago and Druig was definitely one of my favourite characters and then, the plot of this just popped up to my mind and I suddenly felt the urge to write it! I read somewhere that Druig can read minds (and people here confirmed it to me, thank you again), so I added this into the story. I recommend you to read it while listening to Chase Atlantic, just to vibe better with the story. Enjoy!

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When you saw him, you could have swore that your heart fell into your stomach immediately. That feeling of sinking was something you only experienced when you were with him. The feeling of not breathing into water, but not drowning either. It was like walking on a string as a tightrope walker. The red string that had always connected the two of you. Everytime some Eternal would say the world family, you had always felt a knot in your stomach. In families, people are not allowed to fall for each other. That’s exactly what Sersi and Ikaris did. When they married each other, a little spark of hope was born in your chest. Maybe you could have had him, after all. Maybe you could have had everything, this time. In a lifetime, you’re used to see the worst things happen, while waiting for the best. Maybe you didn’t have to wait anymore. But your relationship wasn’t really good. You loved to work together as a team, you were friends most of the time, but he was very stubborn, so often you had to fight with him for the most stupid things. Sidestep landmines. That’s what Ikaris always said. And it was also ironic, since you had the power to control fire. Druig was the only that could prevent you from exploding. There was a trigger, a weird feeling in your stomach, that was ready to start the chaos when you got angry, but he had always turned it off with a word. Kingo would have said a safe word, joking about the fact that the two of you seemed lovers. Oh, you wished you were.

But now, you weren’t angry. You were just desperate. All of you needed him, but you weren’t sure that he would have accepted to help you. The others suggested that you could have asked him, since you had always have some sort of influence upon him, but you didn’t really want to talk to him more than the necessary. Druig would have said that you were scared. Scared of him or scared of your feelings for him? You didn’t know, but he would have been right. He was always right about you.

“Hi”, he said, while greetings all of you.

You gulped. He looked even better than the last time. This century definitely looked good on him. Then, his gaze caressed your face and you felt it again. That feeling of sinking. You weren’t breathing anymore.

Please, don’t.

You weren’t sure what you were begging him not to do, but he didn’t really follow your request, since he walked over you. His expression was indecipherable, which was very unfair since he could control minds and read their thoughts (you know that now). He gave you a brief smile, almost shy, you would have said. Maybe he wasn’t sure that you would have been happy to see him. But against all of your promises not to fall for him, not to smile at him, not to touch him, you hugged him. And oh, oh the gods would have all agreed on this: the expression on your face was absolutely desperate. You held him so tight, clenching your fists around his jacket, that you almost felt like breathing again. Head above water.

“Someone here had missed you, Druig,” Kingo said, chuckling.

“You can tell,” Druig said, while you were immediately taking a step back from him. The corners of your eyes were burning because of the tears. He scanned your face, clenching his jaw. “Hey, it’s okay, you had all the rights to miss me,” he joked. Then, he lowered his voice, when he spoke again: “You look beautiful, my lovely Y/N”.

You finally raised your face, allowing your eyes to meet his ones. He tilted his head, gaving you a crooked smile.

“I should be the one to feel sorry,” you finally had the courage to say.

He tried to speak, but the others cut him off. They had to think about the next strategy. It was no time to chat about old memories, even if they were sweet.

Sersi sat next to you. One brief moment of peace before and after another disaster. One moment of loneliness interrupted by the presence of your old best friend. The one who had it all. But did you really wanted to be jealous of her, since she lost Ikaris too in the end? Maybe she hadn’t been so lucky, after all. This could have been you now. Lonely and lost. But was there a difference, in reality? Druig would have said no.

“What did you do, in this time? Did you enjoy being alone with yourself as you always wanted?”

You shaked your head, shrugging.

“Not really”.

Sersi breathed out, looking at you, but you were avoiding her gaze. She would have understood what you were thinking, even after all of those years. She didn’t have to read your mind with some particular powers. Oh, the irony.

“You know, I thought you were with Druig. I was expecting to find the two of you somewhere together, bickering for all the stupid things you always fight about,” she said. Your heart was drowning in a sea of melancholy, now. “Instead, you were writing a novel in New York at Starbucks, alone. Why?” You shrugged again. “Y/N, please, talk to me. You have been upset since we saw Druig. I’m the same person you trusted when you told me that maybe you had feelings for him, but that you couldn’t have him. Apparently, these feelings are still there, even if you two haven’t seen each other for…” You swallowed. Sersi stopped talking. You betrayed yourself. Maybe a part of you just wanted somebody to know. You kept staring at the white wall in front of you. “Y/N, how many years had passed since the last time you saw Druig?”

You remained silent. When you’re immortal, an eternity could pass very quickly. It seemed yesterday. Yesterday, you saw him. He was tangled in between your sheets. His mind was resting, for once. In his sleep, he couldn’t think. But you were awake and you were thinking. You were thinking of leaving him.

Hey, darlin’.

“A blink of an eye,” you answered, with dry throat.

Please, don’t go.

Sersi’s lips separated from themselves slowly. She seemed to struggle to find the words to talk to you. She had to be careful, since she was playing with fire here.

“That wasn’t the first time you saw him after we parted ways, was it?” She asked. Your hands gripped your jeans on the knees. “Y/N, what happened between the two of you?”

Now, you were definitely drowning.

“Hey, honey. Did you miss me?” Druig asked, while opening his arms with a grin.

“Oh, shush,” you said, but then you run onto him to hug him. You had missed him very badly, but finally you had reunited.

He didn’t even need to call you. He looked for you, he found you and then he appeared in front of your door. You were so happy, you didn’t even bother asking where he had been in the past years. He was there and that was the only thing that mattered.

You would have met him again many years later, in the present.

“Let me show you New York!” You exclaimed, while taking just a scarf to cover from the cold. “Come on, let’s go!”

The two of you spent the whole day hanging out, laughing, bickering, drinking something hot from Starbucks to warm up (actually, Druig was the only one who needed that). It was a really nice day and you realized you hadn’t had any in the past few years.

“You should add some spice in this novel,” he said that evening, sat on your sofa, while you were walking around in the room, nervous. Your laptop was on his legs. “I think that you what this means, right?”

“I know, Druig,” you replied, annoyed.

“Do you need some help?” He asked, winking at you. You weren’t sure if he was just messing around with you or not, but you shaked your head anyway.

“This is not my first rodeo, baby. I know how to handle this, thank you very much,” you said, while taking your laptop back.

“Okay, but I just wanted to be nice. You always say that I’m a dick”.

“Because you are, Druig,” you laughed.

“But not to you,” he said, serious.

You swallowed.

“Not to me, no,” you repeated, while looking at him.

You started to feel the heat. The temperature of your body was higher than normal, because of the fire you had inside, that little weird feeling you always felt in your stomach when you got angry. It was the chaos that could have exploded everytime. That’s why you didn’t feel hot during Summer, but just a little bit cold during Winter. So why did you feel so warm now?

In the meantime, you hadn’t notice that Druig stood up and that was now in front of you. His fingers were lingering on yours, slowly and carefully. It seemed like he was afraid of touching you.

“What are you thinking?” He asked you.

“As if you don’t know,” you replied, with a smile.

“I don’t,” he said, looking at you more intensively. You were about to melt. You looked directly into his eyes, finally, unsure of what was about to happen. He was being honest with you.

“I feel hot,” you said, realizing after you pronounced that sentence how you could appear too self-confident.

“For real?” Druig asked, laughing.

“No, I wasn’t trying to say that I feel beautiful or whatever! I just feel hot, it’s hot in here. I don’t feel the warm,” you exclaimed.

“That’s weird. But let me make something clear, first: you are beautiful. Please, don’t ever feel like you aren’t,” he said.

The heat. You felt it again. A spark of fire that was growing into your stomach, running all the way up to your chest, making it warm. A sense of being at home tangled with a feeling of lust.

“You should stop,” you said, while his hands were going up on your hips. “You should stop saying that,” you said, but your breath itched when his hands actually stopped.

“Why?”

Because now I just really want to kiss you.

“Because otherwise I’ll start believing that,” that’s what you said.

You didn’t expect his answer to be that, though: “Then, do it”.

“Druig…”

He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, kissing you with passion. After all those years of waiting, of struggling, of suffering, the spark of fire in your stomach just wanted a release. And you gave it to it, just not in the way you had always thought.

You didn’t know that fire could have just run through your veins while you were kissing Druig. Or while you were undressing him. Maybe also touching him. His chest. His legs. With slow movements, making him go crazy. Fire didn’t have to rush. It takes its time. That’s what you did. But you didn’t expect the fire to destroy you.

“That was the first time we… well, you know. There were other times, during our brief relationship. And with brief I mean brief for us. Some years. But Ikaris were right, Sersi: we’re just sidestep landmines. We exploded. We fought a lot about the dumbest things. Maybe romance is not something that belongs to forever. I dreamt for us to be together since the beginning of time, but then, then I just wanted everything to end. So the last time we made love, it was the last time we saw each other. I said that we couldn’t be together and then I ran away. He didn’t show up to my door again, even if I think he knew where I was. We moved to Spain, but I came back to New York after that night,” you explained. “How tragic is it? Being in love with someone you can’t have”.

Sersi caressed your hand.

“Welcome to the club, I guess,” she said, with a sad smile.

You chuckled.

“I spent half of my life being jealous of you, Sersi. Thinking that I should have had what you had. But now I understand that we all were just doomed from the very start,” you said.

Somebody opened the door. At first, you thought that it was Kingo, but you were wrong. Druig told Sersi that Kingo was looking for her, but you thought that it was just a lie in order to make you remain there with him.

“I read your book,” Druig said, while sitting next to you.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I find it very interesting that one of the two main characters has a leather jacket and short black hair,” he said. You gave him a quick smile. “I also enjoyed the line in which you say that he knew how to please his girl too well, it was – and I’m quoting here – as if he could read her mind,” he continued. “Is this based on a true story?”

You sighed, embarassed.

“I’m not gonna give you this satisfaction”.

“Oh, but you already did, darlin’”.

You laughed, noticing just in the end that he was looking at you. You felt your skin burning up, again. It happened just in his presence, now you were sure of it.

“When this will be all over, I would like to discuss about us,” he said. You felt your heart sinking. “Well, if we’ll be still alive, of course,” he added, joking. You didn’t laugh, though.

“There’s nothing such as an us, Druig,” you said, harshly. “We tried, we failed. There’s nothing to discuss about”.

“Maybe we should slow down. Last time… we just burned each other, because we had finally let us be happy. It was too much all at once,” he said.

“Funny how you used the word burn with me”.

“I did it on purpose,” he said with a wink.

“Very funny”.

“Is that sarcasm, my love?”

“Don’t call me like that,” you said, standing up. He mirrored you.

“You were the one to go away, but when you saw me again, you were desperate, Y/N,” he said, almost with anger.

“Did you read my mind again?”

“I didn’t have to,” he replied. “Look, I know what Ikaris said to you and what we seem to you, but it doesn’t have to be like that. Just give us another chance, after everything. After we’ll be free again. Maybe things will work out, this time”.

“I don’t know, Druig…”

Sometimes, I just think you should turn this fire off, not light it up.

“Say it out loud next time, lovely,” he said, with a smile. “Y/N, this is a sign. The fire is just a manifestation of your mind, you know that, right? Your mind and body are connected by the fire”.

“That’s why you’re the only one that can stop it from exploding,” you murmured, finally realizing.

He smiled at you.

“So it seems,” he said. “If it’s still there, even after all these years, it means something. It’s worth fighting for. I believe in us. Please, tell me you do it too”.

You bit your lower lip, while looking at him. He squeezed your hand and the sense of warmness invaded your chest again. You smiled at him too.

You weren’t sinking anymore.

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light-yaers · 2 years

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All Too Well - Chapter Eleven

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Warnings: Rated M for swearing, alcohol and mild sexual content. F!Reader.

A/N: Thanks for reading, yall. Now it’s time to get back to some of my still ongoing works from last year. Any Sweet Escape, No Saints and Fools in the Darkness readers-- watch this space <3

Word Count - 2.2k

Chapter Eleven

You lost your balance as you fumbled backwards, eyes glued on the smirking Eternal. He was battered and bruised, but walking. He was bleeding from his head, but sauntering over to you with enough swagger to make everyone know that he’d just helped save the world.

“You—,” you let out, but that was all you could find words for. A simple stutter, a mutter of utter shock and confusion.

You’d seen him go down, down, down. You thought he’d died.

You clenched your jaw when tears started to well in your eyes, stepping away from the others as he approached you with such purpose.

“You promised me you wouldn’t die,” you let out, your voice scratching the back of your throat.

“And I didn’t, sweetheart,” he said, upping his pace as you still tried to regain your composure. The relief you felt was like nothing before; injecting into your core and spiralling out until your flittering heart finally slowed down and your eyes focused enough to be able to actually look at him—

Happy, smiling, bounding towards you with large steps and open arms.

He knew he’d been close to death; more than you did; but the look on his face didn’t portray that. It said I kept my promise. I’m still here.

“Don’t you dare,” you said weakly, wanting to be mad at him, as he stretched open his arms and smiled even wider as he approached you. You were still reeling from the shock and the anger, from this game that had happened without it being anyone’s fault, but Druig didn’t care.

He just wanted to embrace you. To feel you. To know that you finally could get back all the time you missed together.

Tears fell from your eyes then, as your boy was two steps away. “Druig—,” you croaked, but you were cut off by his arms encapsulating you in an embrace that felt so different to what you’d had before.

It was both rushed and steady. It was both craved and fearful of being lost as soon as you touched him. And you couldn’t do anything except hug him back; hug him back so hard that you were sure your ribs might crack all over again and your lungs might collapse.

He placed his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as his body pressed against yours. “We have plans,” he whispered. “I couldn’t miss ‘em,” you let out a scoff as he pulled away slightly, slinking his hands over to rest on each side of your face.

His forehead was against yours as if on cue.

You knew he could feel your thoughts, know every word that travelled through your mind, and in that moment you knew exactly what he was hearing—

I love you so much.

He let out a laugh, closing his eyes comfortably. “I don’t need to be a mind reader to know that,” you squeezed him affectionately, still reeling from the utter relief you felt.

“Shut up, Druig,” you let out.

“Make me,” he replied instantly.

You took the words right out of his mouth as you leant in then, bridging the gap between the two of you. It’d been eight thousand years too late, but finally your lips were on his and his were on yours. He kissed softly, softer than you thought Druig would, but you weren’t complaining about the way they danced slowly over your own.

He tightened his grip on the back of your neck while you moved your hands to either side of his face. You pulled him forward, even though there was no space between you anymore.

Phastos was the first to sigh in amusement. He leant towards Thena slowly. “I thought they’d already made out once before?” he whispered. Thena smirked knowingly.

“No, that is a kiss that has been waiting five thousand years,” she said strongly.

“Longer,” Makkari signed. Sersi jokingly nudged her.

“It was about time,” Sersi agreed.

“Gross,” Sprite said timidly, standing behind the group. She was lying though, and everyone knew it. Behind her eyes, there was a longing. A longing for love, for affection, for a life that Arishem had stolen from her the moment he made her appear to be a child for all of eternity.

Sprite saw that longing in you and Druig for each other. She was jealous, but she was also happy. It was a balance that she’d had to get used to.

You pulled away from him to breathe, and what came out of your mouth was the greatest laughter you’d ever produced. He looked at you funnily, keeping himself close.

“You laughing at me?” he whispered.

The only strength you had left was to shake your head, amusement still on your lips.

After all this time, the years you’d been apart, the way in which you’d come back to each other; you couldn’t believe you actually had him. You couldn’t believe he felt the same, after a thousand years of back and forth and doubts and dilemmas.

Your Druig.

“I’m starting to think that Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet about you two,” Phastos said, as the two of you approached the group, hand in hand. He was smiling wide. “Two Eternals, both alike in dignity,”

“Star-crossed,” Druig said melodramatically, squeezing your hand. “Destined for tragedy!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Squished by his chest, you shoved him off you jokingly.

“What a load of shit,” you commented, and everyone let out a needed chuckle. Druig’s face softened as he turned to the others.

“See? She gets it,”

Makkari stepped forward then, shooting a sunshine smile at the two of you. “Glad you’re not dead,” she signed at Druig. He shot forward, bumping into her affectionately.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” he joked. She giggled to herself, happy that all of you were still standing. All of you, besides Ikaris.

You glanced at Sersi knowingly, and the accepting look on her face was enough to know—it had been his own decision, his own will. He had made his own bed with this fight. He had made his own bed from the moment he’d stabbed Ajak in the back.

The rest of you would live, would continue. The way you always had. The way you’d learned to.

It was enough.

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In the days after, you all congregated at Ajak’s farm in South Dakota. Phastos with his husband and son, Kingo with his private jet, and yourself with Druig firmly in your embrace.

It was different, traversing Ajak’s kitchen without her being there. She used to bake a lot, back in Babylon, and Sprite told stories of how she’d kept it up through the years. It was a lot to take in, mostly for the childlike Eternal.

Sprite had lived with Ajak the longest, never once growing up in appearance or in the way humans treated her.

But now—she was human. She was truly growing, now.

“Ageing isn’t going to be a walk in the park, Sprite,” Kingo said, taking a seat next to Phastos on the large, velvet sofa. “You could get acne,”

“You could get back-ne,” Druig chimed in, stuffing his face with a bread roll. You elbowed him in the ribs swiftly.

“Don’t listen to them,” you said quickly. “Druig is just jealous that he won’t get to grow up properly,” Druig’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

“I’m perfectly content staying this handsome,” he muttered through a full mouth.

“Still can’t grow a beard though, can you?” Kingo quipped. Druig rose as if a fight was on the cards. You grabbed the back of his leather jacket and pulled him back to seating.

“Enough,” you let out. “Gods, you two fight like an old married couple,”

“And you boss him around like a true wife,” Phastos chimed in, pointing between yourself and Druig. Druig’s face lit up in an immediate smirk, while you grimaced painfully.

“I think I’ll wait another thousand years for marriage,” you said, scowling.

“Awh, you don’t want to tie me down?” Druig said lowly, leaning closer to you and peering deep into your eyes. You let out a scoff.

“Might meet someone better than you, who knows?” you hit back with.

No one’s better than him. No one could even compare.

Druig flicked his gaze to your forehead, then back to your eyes. “That’s not what your thoughts are saying,”

“Okay, okay—get a goddamn room, you two,” Kingo said, frowning in disgust. You and Druig simply stayed like that, looking at each other, sending each other telepathic messages of just how much you adored one another.

You’d become exactly the type of person you hated, but while Druig stared between your lips and eyes and nose and you—you couldn’t fucking care less.

You liked this. Being around them all, despite the tragedies of the last week. Seeing Phastos and his family, Thena learning to overcome her illness, Sprite become a real fucking teenager. This was a memory you’d hold to for the rest of your immortal life.

From the kitchen, Thena summoned her blade. The entire living room jumped as they saw it, glimmering next to Phastos’ son. Phastos immediately let out a yelp, rushing to the kitchen to disperse the chaos. His husband only laughed, already used to the antics of this group.

“What was it like?” you asked suddenly, turning to Ben, Phastos’ other half. “When he told you who he truly was?”

Ben thought for a few seconds, before smiling at you genuinely. “I’d always known he was special, in his own way. It took some time for me to believe it, but his stories have always amazed me,” he began. “I would sometimes wonder—will this work? Can we be together?—but the one thing that changed everything was simply accepting that he is the man I love. We have a life together, a son, and I wouldn’t change him for anything. We’ll jump the hurdles when we get to them,”

You nodded softly, overcome with an immense warmth that traversed your body. Sending him a wobbly smile, Druig grabbed your hand gently.

“Well said,” was all he spoke, but it conveyed his every feeling.

Things would always be hard, but you would get through it all together.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” Makkari signed, outside the house. Druig shook his head sullenly, peering out at the Domo on the field beyond the farm.

“I have a life to live here, now,” he said softly, and Makkari sent him a smirk. Her eyes travelled to behind him then, as you were leaving the house next to Thena.

Standing next to Druig, he slotted his hand into yours, bumping his shoulder into your own sweetly. You peered up at him softly, not needing to speak to get across how you felt.

Thena took her position next to Makkari, nodding proudly at her family.

“We’ll find our kin and tell them of the truth,” she said strongly. “We’ll return,” she added, and you found yourself nodding. Nodding in approval, but also sadness.

They were off to travel this universe, to find others of your kind and teach them the real truth of being instructed to protect evolving planets. Arishem would simply have to invent another being, if he so wished—a being without the capability of emotion, of free will.

“Be safe,” was the last thing you said to them both, before the Domo took off and disappeared into the distance. As the final Eternals trickled from Ajak’s home, you and Druig found yourselves being the last in the house.

You shut the door after Sersi left, tidying up the kitchen a bit as you soaked up all the happiness you could in the moment. Beneath the surface, you would always harbour anger for the last five thousand years, for what happened to split you all up, for Ikaris and Arishem themselves.

But there was more love to be found than anything else. Growing up had made you realise that now, even if it had been a long and arduous journey to reach that conclusion.

From the living room, the static of music began to play from Ajak’s old record player. You glanced around the corner, amusement on your lips at the sight you saw. Druig fiddled with the player, his jacket shrugged off on the sofa. When he turned to you, the playful smile on his mischievous face was enough to make you crumble internally.

“What’s this?” you chided, as he slowly began shuffling towards you. He bobbed his shoulders in time to the music, prompting you to giggle.

“It’s Christmas Eve, you know,” he replied, before sticking his hand out for you to take. “There’s still time to see the tree at Rockefeller Centre,” he added, as you slotted your palm into his. He tugged you close, drifting his other hand to your waist warmly. You draped your other hand on his shoulder.

“And still time to enjoy the sunshine in the rainforest afterwards,” you added, transporting yourselves back to the conversation at his compound—when your feelings had been dying to spill into his.

“I’ll make the eggnog,” he replied, and all you could do was let out a blushing chuckle.

“I’ll make the gingerbread,” you whispered in response, your heart so full that you thought the cogs in your chest might combust.

You danced in Ajak’s living room until the record stopped playing, and even then you kept swaying. It didn’t matter if there was no music—

As long as you were together.

As long as you got another five thousand years to make up for lost time.

As long as you had him.

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luvsellie · 2 years

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DARKEST LITTLE PARADISE

pairing druig x fem!reader

wc 4.1k

requested ? yes

note i got a LOT of requests so i decided to combine a few of them, hope you guys don’t mind :) i recommend playing don't blame me by taylor swift since i listened to that on repeat as i wrote this lmao and bold italics are flashbacks !!

“so, we have to go find the others and put an end to the emergences,” sersi finished, watching your back still at the kitchen sink, dish in hand. in silence, you turned off the tap, placed the plate on the drying rack, and turned to face your long-time friend as you wiped your hands with a towel.

you looked at sersi, at sprite and ikaris and kingo and thena and gilgamesh, biting the inside of your cheek. there were seven of you in your house right now, which meant you still had to find phastos, makkari, and druig. you were somewhat thrilled about seeing the former two friends, but facing druig...the male you had spent an eternity pining over...you weren’t so fond of the idea.

“does ajak know you stole that?” druig’s familiar accent made you turn around, eyes narrowing at the dark-haired eternal just before he snatched the red artifact from your hands. he pretended to be interested in the antique book, flipping through the yellowed pages as he dodged your incoming hands.

you shook your head, trying to take back the novel with little success. “no. and she doesn’t need to know, so don’t even think about telling her.”

druig looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he said, “my beautiful, beautiful y/n, i’m hurt that you think i’m a snitch.”

“you’re more a flirt than a snitch,” you muttered, letting your hands fall slack by your sides. “now please give me the damn book, druig.”

“what do i get in return?” the male questioned, the smirk on his face growing. he held the book to his chest as he waited for your answer.

you jutted a hip out and placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow as you remarked, “a clear conscious. now give me the book, or i’m gonna-”

“or you’re gonna what?” druig jeered, daring you to finish the intended threat.

“or i’m going to tell ajak that you interfered with a fight today at a bar,” you said, nodding in confirmation.

druig’s eyebrows rose, and he took a few steps closer to you, amused at your pathetic warning. “am i supposed to be scared of that? ajak already knows i deal with their quarrels, love. it’s nothing new.”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your mind for something else to say, and you had failed to notice that druig had practically cornered you against the stone wall.

“how about this; if i give the book back, you have to walk with me, first thing in the morning for three weeks. we wouldn’t be going far, just to the markets and stalls, maybe even the gardens if you’re up for it,” druig said, letting the offer hang in the air.

“deal,” you said almost immediately, grabbing the book from his outstretched hands without a second thought.

“i’ll go,” you decided, finally giving in to helping your friends. they needed you and you knew it. hanging up the hand towel, you asked, “who are we tracking down next?”

“someone i think you’d be rather excited to see,” you heard kingo muse from your dining table, taking a sip of the tea you had prepared earlier.

groaning, you massaged the bridge of your nose, wondering why the universe wasn’t on your side today. “why can’t we go get phastos instead?”

“because we have to cross an ocean to get to him. druig, however, isn’t too far from here,” sersi said. ikaris nodded along with her.

you sighed deeply, crossing your arms over your chest. “well, then let’s get this reunion over with, i suppose.”

“it’s so humid,” sprite complained beside you, fanning herself with a hand as she walked. “it’s sticky and hot and i don’t like it.”

“jesus fucking christ, i couldn’t agree more,” you grumbled, smacking your arm for the fifth time in ten minutes. “these bugs are killing me. who knew immortality didn’t come with free mosquito passes.”

“it’s not so bad,” kingo tried to suggest, but as the words came out he swatted at his face, wriggling in his spot as he tried to dodge a bug you couldn’t see.

you watched as karun video-taped his boss flinging himself around, yelling at the videographer to help get the bugs off. sprite and sersi’s giggles filled your ears as you smiled in amusement. ikaris, however, told everyone to get a move on, his expression that of stone.

the laughs died down afterward, and everyone returned to finding the supposed village where druig lived, which happened to be smack dab in the middle of the amazon forest. the journey to where you were right now had not been a pleasant one, and you didn’t know how much you would miss running water and air conditioning until you stepped out of kingo’s private jet.

as the seven, well, eight of you, including karun, traveled deeper into the forest, you suddenly got the feeling of being followed, your stomach dropping and ears perking for any noise that wasn’t mother nature or someone you were traveling with.

stopping in your tracks, thena halted a few feet ahead of you, looking at you over her shoulder. “what’s wrong?”

her question made other people stop where they were, their attention turning to you.

“it’s nothing, i’m being paranoid,” you insisted, realizing that your subconscious was probably just trying to avoid anything to do with druig.

“no, what’s wrong?” gilgamesh asked, taking a step in your direction, stealing a glance at thena as he did.

hesitating, you said, “i feel like we’re being followed.” as the others exchanged glances you rushed to assure them that it was most likely nothing but your mind and body playing tricks on you. “it’s fine, though. i guess i’m just nervous to confront druig after so long.”

“remind me again why i have to do this every day for three weeks?” you whined to druig, kicking at the rocks that littered the sandstone path. “it’s only the second day and it’s just as boring as it was yesterday. you could’ve asked for anything else and you chose this.” you waved your arms in the air for emphasis.

druig chuckled at your clear boredom. “you wanted that book back, remember? and besides, i could use a little company on my walks.”

“who would’ve thought the ‘great druig’ ever got lonely,” you scoffed, finding what he had just told you hard to believe.

“it’s true!” druig exclaimed, shooting you a quick smile as he spoke. “plus, it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if they are complaining the entire time.” a pointed look came your way.

“fine, fine. i will try to enjoy this,” you said, looking around as the sun started to peek over the tall buildings, basking the city in the morning light.

the rest of the walk into the marketplace was filled with arm-brushes and small talk, mostly druig teasing you about anything and everything. you started to enjoy his presence (more than you already had) and noticed how much you smiled around him, your stomach doing flips every time he flashed you a grin or even just said your name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.

“oh this is absolutely beautiful,” you sighed, hand reaching out to touch the silver pendant that was hanging from a vendor’s stall. the woman who ran the stall was busy helping someone else, trying to sell a woven bracelet made from horse hair to a gruff-looking man.

druig smiled at the way your eyes lit up. “then get it. silver looks beautiful on your skin tone.”

“ i don’t know,” you said, retracting your hand from the necklace. “ajak said to stop spending my money on things i’d just lose the next day.”

“well, if you’re not going to buy it, then will you go grab us something to eat? i missed breakfast this morning,” druig asked, watching as you nodded and walked off in the direction of the food stalls.

as soon as he couldn’t see you anymore, druig reached for the pendant, taking it from its display station. he turned to the seller, watching as she happily told the man she had been talking to earlier to come back soon, and approached him with a smile.

“hello, i apologize for the wait, sir,” the sales-woman compensated, taking the piece of jewelry from his hands. “will this be all?”

druig nodded, and he quickly paid for the pendant, not wanting you to come back while he was purchasing the silver relic. after he had finished, parting ways with the sweet vendor, he went off looking for you, the necklace laced through a loop attached to his suit.

he found your back turned to him, chatting with a vendor as they handed you two skewers of grilled maize with a kind face.

“thank you so much,” he heard you say before he braced a hand on each of your shoulders, pulling you back just enough for him to get his head over your left shoulder, startling you.

“there you are, my dear,” druig mused as the faltered smile on your face returned back to its original one. “i got you something.”

“i actually got you something too, per request,” you said, following your companion to an open space. “i hope you like maize because it was the only option they had.”

as you went to hand him one of the two skewers you had purchased, he held up a hand. “hold on, i want to give you yours first.”

“oh,” you said simply. “alright. but what do i do about the food in my hands?”

druig laughed at your question. “just hold it, darling. and close your eyes too.”

giving him a skeptical look, you hesitantly shut your lids. “this is making me nervous, druig, i don’t like it.”

“calm down,” he assured with a smile you couldn’t see, stepping behind you and unclasping the necklace before reaching his arms around the base of your neck. you jumped at the foreign feeling, groaning when druig laughed.

“what are you doing to me?” you questioned, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. druig stayed quiet, and let the pendant rest against your chest as he clasped it around your neck, grinning as you let out an, “oh.”

“you can open your eyes now,” he told you, watching as you turned to face him, looking down at the new piece of jewelry on your neck. his mouth started to turn downwards when you didn’t react immediately. “what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

“no, no, it’s not that,” you promised, looking back up at him. “it’s just that...no one’s ever done anything like this for me. druig, thank you, i love it.”

nodding, druig smiled again. “good, i’m glad you like it. now,” he reached out and took one of the skewers from you, “i can take that.”

“still be on guard, though,” ikaris warned, scanning the trees around you all before continuing any further. in silence, you all followed him, everyone’s eyes on the forest.

not much longer, sprite pointed out a roof up ahead, and soon, later, you all stepped into a small village. the one that belonged to druig, you weren’t exactly sure.

the eight of you all started to look around, karun filming while kingo narrated and pointed at the buildings. you, though, walked up to a pair of children playing with straw-made dolls, gaining their attention to ask a few questions.

when the little girl on the right looked up at you, a joyful smile splaying on her lips, the easing expression on your face dropped as you stared at familiar gold eyes.

he’s here, you realized instantly, your throat starting to close up. walking backward, you looked around you, at the same pair of eyes that everyone in the village shared. what threw you off, even more than you already were, was that they were all staring at the strangers in their home, or, more specifically, you.

“oh, fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, flinching when a set of pale-colored doors opened to your left, revealing the person you really had no intention of seeing again before this whole fiasco started.

walking out with a smug smile, druig locked eyes with you. “well look who finally decided to come visit.”

too dumbfounded to speak, you heard someone cough on your right when only stillness remained in the air. realizing it was sprite, you felt her nudge your shoulder, silently urging you to say something.

“we, uh, we need your help,” you managed to say, standing a little straighter. the awkwardness in the air felt absolutely suffocating.

“you’re gonna have to make me,” druig challenged, looking up at ikaris, daring the taller male to make a move on him.

beside phastos, you watched in horror at what was happening. with the screams and shouts and gunshots, you couldn’t tell if you were more scared of the genocide happening around you or the threats exchanged within your family.

you understood why druig wanted to end the wars and issues between the humans, but you also knew that they needed to sort it out on their own. after all, you were just sent here to protect them from the deviants, not assist them in their relationships with each other.

ikaris took a step back from druig with a scoff, looking back at ajak, hoping she would somehow handle the situation.

“i’m ending this,” you heard druig say to no one in particular, stepping up to the edge of the temple, eyes already burning a bright gold. you didn’t have to see the swords and other weapons drop to know that they did.

as druig started to descend down the steps, you called out to him, rushing to where he had once been. he looked back up at you, eyes no longer the blue you had come to adore over centuries together.

“don’t go,” you pleaded, not knowing what else to say to get him to stay. you knew you couldn’t follow him to wherever he was going, not wanting to interfere with human affairs. it felt wrong, no matter how much you hated to see it. you’d grown accustomed to ignoring the human problems, and you wondered why druig hadn’t.

he extended a hand. “come with me.”

tears started to stream down your cheeks as you shook your head, taking a step back. you couldn’t just abandon your family.

“come with me,” druig repeated, the words strained. he reached out his hand further, silently begging you to take it. when you only shook your head again, he let his arm fall back to his side. he opened his mouth to speak when you cut him off.

“don’t even think about trying to control me druig, or, i swear it, there will be nothing but hatred for you in my heart,” you practically seethed, stomping out the option entirely. you continued to stare at him, not sure whether you should be angry or sad and awaiting his next move.

he reached out once more, but only to touch the silver pendant hanging at your neck, his luminous eyes flickering from it to your face before he turned away and started to descend down the steps once more. you watched him with longing eyes, leaning against the stone pillar beside you.

a choked sob escaped your lips as you grasped the pendant, ripping it from your throat and tossing it on the blood-stained floor.

“i’m sorry, you expect me to just drop everything and come help you put a celestial being to sleep?” druig scoffed, shaking his head at the absurdity of ikaris’ request.

sersi sighed, standing from her spot on a wooden bench. “look, i know it seems difficult, but it can be done.”

“oh, i’m aware it can be done, but you can’t just drop on a person that their entire existence is a lie and that they need to help protect a place they’ve been wanting to leave for so long,” druig said, eyebrows raised.

from your spot in the back, resting against the wall and propping a leg up on the bench, you watched intently as everything unfolded. after you had said the first words to him, you intended to say no more. you wanted to avoid directly speaking to druig for as long as you possibly could. you didn’t want him toying with your feelings again; you didn’t know if you could handle it a second time.

“and what about you?” the sudden question pointed your way snapped you back into reality, head whipping in the direction the voice had come from. you slouched back against the wall when you realized it was druig, trying your best to look disinterested.

“what about me?” you asked, feeling everyone’s eyes on you both. damn this whole situation, you thought as druig grew closer, his footsteps growing louder as he walked.

he looked you up and down, trying to decipher what had changed. obviously, you still looked similar, but there was also something else. possibly the way you held yourself, or even the tight-fitting pants and camisole you wore, exposing more skin than you ever would have the last time he saw you. he also noted the way your fingers played with the necklace that rested against your collarbone. it was a habit of yours when you grew nervous or unsure. and to say that he didn’t immediately recognize the pendant would have been a lie.

“you’re really okay going against a full-blown celestial?” druig asked, eyes locked with yours as he placed his hands in his pockets.

the question made you stand from your spot defensively, and as you stepped up to druig, the air in the room shifted. “yes, i would. and i had already told the others along the way here that you probably wouldn’t help us, that you couldn’t care less about the people on this planet unless they were under your control. it seems i may have been right; some people don’t change, even after a few decades holed up in some hideaway village, pretending to be in a utopia.”

the words spilled from your lips quicker than you would have liked, and, when you finished, the smirk on the eternal’s face was gone.

“you’re insufferable, druig,” you seethed, turning on your heel and making a beeline for the door, your face still twisted in anger.

ikaris stepped in front of the door, placing an open palm on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. “we have things we need to discuss-”

“then discuss them without me,” you snapped, pushing his hand off and walking outside, back into the muggy air. as the door shut, the villagers nearest to the church stopped and watched you go into the forest, their yellow eyes glowing. you ignored them, walking further and further, cursing druig and all that he had put you through.

after you had decided you’d gone far enough, you sat down on a large tree root, threading your fingers through your hair in frustration. the sounds of the forest - the rustle of the trees, birds chirping, etc. - calmed you down as you focused solely on them, head swarming with thoughts of druig and arishem and the emergence.

the snap of a twig behind you made you jump to your feet, summoning your power as you fixed into a defensive stance. you scoffed when you were faced with druig. his change of attire didn’t go unnoticed by you. figuring he must’ve grown too hot in the long-sleeve he had on previously, he was sporting a light grey shirt with cut-off sleeves, strong arms on display.

“how did you find me?” you asked harshly, standing a little straighter in his presence.

“my love, i don’t think you mean it, but your thoughts are very loud,” he said as you turned your back to him and sat down again.

his footsteps grew closer and you shook your head at his words. “stop it. stop with the pet names and the sweet words, druig.” he sat down next to you, leaving a few inches between your thighs. “don’t talk to me like we’re a couple and you’re madly in love with me. we haven’t seen each other in centuries, druig, and the last time we did you left me heartbroken atop an aztec temple. so, stop it.”

the silence that followed afterward hung heavy in the air as druig let your words sink in. he could hear your thoughts; the violently bitter ones replaced by words of instant regret and worry.

“please,” you whispered, fiddling with your necklace yet again, finally looking over at druig. “don’t flirt with me if you don’t intend to actually do something with it.”

the wind rustled your hair as you stared at the forest floor once again, willing you to keep all the pent-up frustration at bay; the last thing you wanted was for druig to see you start crying. clasping your hands together you said, “aren’t you going to say anything? i know you didn’t just walk out here to sit by me and bite your tongue.”

“you’re right, i didn’t,” druig said, rotating himself so he had a better view of you. “i came out here to, essentially, tell you that i do love you, that i do want a relationship, and that, a couple of centuries ago, i was too scared to admit that to myself so i left, hoping the feelings would trample themselves out with time.

“but they didn’t,” he went on, his accent thick as he spoke. “as i spent my time alone, in solitude, away from the rest of the world, i realized how much i had come to love and cherish you. i had, unbeknownst to my consciousness, become dependant on you. i revolted at the idea, until today, when i could hear, feel, you enter my village, my space. i could sense the uncertainty in you when your eyes landed on me after so long...and when i saw you, i think i fell in love all over again.” a short pause. “in the end, i always knew my feelings were inevitable.”

you blinked at druig’s words, astounded at what he had said, at what he had just confessed to you. this side of him was new; his vulnerability made you cautious. “why didn’t you ever come looking for me if you felt this way?”

“because i was afraid you would turn me away,” druig answered honestly, the yearning clear in his eyes as he looked at you. “after what i did that night...i would understand if you told me to fuck off and never even look your way again-”

“no, that’s out of the question,” you interrupted, shaking your head at him. “druig, i still harbor feelings for you; hell, i don’t think they ever left, hence the reason i still wear this god-forsaken pendant. you can have me, druig. i will gladly call you mine, but if you break my heart again, there will be no third time.”

you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together as you talked to him truthfully.

druig’s eyes flashed from you to your locked hands. “and i am okay with that.” the tug of a smile on his lips. “i will try not to be too mean in our time together.”

you felt the same pull on the corners of your mouth at his attempt to ease things over. giving his hand a squeeze, you said, “good. because although i tend to like bad boys, they at least have to have a soft spot for me.”

“oh?” druig’s eyebrows rose. “you like them in all black and clad in a leather jacket?”

pretending to give some thought to it, you nodded. “yes! preferably with some muscle too. not too much or too little, though.”

druig scoffed, standing from his spot as he shook his head in fake disbelief. “alright i’m done with this conversation.”

as his hand started to slip from yours, you tugged him forward, using his body weight to pull yourself up. “wait! i’ll come back with you.”

adjusting your hand in druig’s, you stepped over the root you both had been sitting on previously, leading the mind-controlling male back to the village center. as you walked back the way you had come, the sudden stillness from earlier filled the air. the birds and bugs had gone silent, and the wind settled between the trees.

druig halted, forcing you to do the same, his eyes glowing as you summoned your own power for the second time that day. “what is it?”

“i don’t know, everything’s normal at the village, something must have-” a shrilling cry sliced through the air, cutting druig off as a crash echoed in the distance.

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the-bi-fangirl-biatch · 2 years

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for the love of god PLEASE stop tagging your druig x reader posts as "druig x makkari" or "drukkari". stay in your tag. i'm not even the first person to post about this. it's just plain rude now.

#drukkari #druig x y/n #druig x female reader #druig x makkari #druig x reader #for the love of god please stfu and stay in yalls tags #I'm not comfortable w x reader stuff and maybe a lot of other people aren't as well #just stay away from the actual ship tag #this isn't instagram ffs

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lindaspark · 2 years

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He learns that she’s a collector. Collector of hearts (his) and collector of whatever little intriguing trinkets she finds. Here is the (word vomit 6.9k) 7000 year Druig/Makkari slowburn (that kind of became a character study?) that no one asked for, that I had to write. Many of you wanted to be tagged when I’d finish writing it. So hopefully this isn’t too bad. I apologize in advance for mistakes I’ve made.

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#tagged under read more #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #eternals #i can't write smut yall i TRIED...very bad i need more practice.#havent posted ff on tumblr in so long its always so embarassing

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sillylittlestoryblog · 2 years

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Ocean Eyes

Pairings: Druig x reader x Makkari

Notes: english isn’t my first language so pls don’t be to harsh at my mistakes. And this is just the second ff I have written. So I hope my writing isn’t to bad. Every like or comment will make my day.

Warnings: druig is kinda mean, fluff, angst

Summary: Reader works in a bookstore and is very in love with her girlfriend. Things get complicated when a group of friends visit out of nowhere.

The morning was cold and rainy as y/n ran through the streets to the next Train station. She had been working at her dream job for 2 months now. But that didn't stop her from oversleeping every morning and arriving at work at the last second. In the subway tunnel it smelled of dust and dirt and Y/ n had often had the pleasure of slipping on something no longer recognizable. Somehow she had a talent for it. The cold air moved through her legs and she was annoyed not to have worn anything warmer. Y/N thought her black knee socks were perfect for any season.

Already she was daydreaming about how she would arrive at her warm workplace in about twenty minutes.

Y/ n worked in the little book store on the corner, which she had always been fascinated by as a child. She loved the books. The warm air that smelled like tea and cookies. The bookstore had always been the place where she felt like home. "Being cozy, reading in silence and enjoying the homemade treats, the store owner apparently makes in her spare time, judging by the little sign next to the almond cookies. Just her and the thousands of stories. She loved to read about the past, about strong heroines, mysterious wizards and especially about outer space. She loved fairy tales and folklore. And even the little corner with handwritten cookbooks made her heart beat faster. Therefore, there was probably nothing better than the moment when she was offered a job there. The pretty owner of the store was just a plus. Her name was makkari. Y n had had a crush on her for ages. She used to tell her best friend that the owner was the Most beautiful wise Woman who also didn't seem to age. Y/ n had often wondered if she had a girlfriend, a family, or even children.

At some point she had asked about it. Slowly the two became familiar with each other, at first Makkari was very shy. She did not like to talk about her past. But she loved to talk about history and the beautiful books in her little store. Y/ n started learning sign language right after they got to know each other. She told her best friend that she was doing it just randomly for general education, although her Friend knew immediately that the reason was clearly Makkari.

After a few months, y/ n finally dared to ask Makkari out. Both were overjoyed and fell in love incredibly fast. Y/ n loved the way her lover expressed herself, she loved her laugh that spread all over her face, and how her eyes started to shine as soon as she looked at y/ n. Makkari was never late.Most of the time she was way to early. Y n sometimes joked that she could do magic or run like the former avenger quicksilver. Makkari just laughed at that.

When y/ n opened the door and got out of the rain and wind, she was immediately greeted by the wonderful smell. But before she could do anything else, someone covered her eyes, pressed her against the door and kissed her. Makkari took her hand from y/n eyes and grinned at them contentedly. She gestured " good morning love, I can't believe you are late again, we open in less than five minutes".

She held a large plate of cookies in her hand.

"Go ahead and try" Makkari gestured with a grin.

Y/n had to laugh when she thought about how impatient the woman in front of her always was. Everything always had to go a little faster.

Y/ n gave her a kiss on the cheek and grabbed one of the cookies.

The morning went on as usual. A few customers came in and out, and the two of them were busy putting away the latest book inventories and talking about last night.

Often, y/ n would digress while working and think about how perfect her life was right now. Nothing could throw her off track right now. Or Could it?

Y/ n had just come out of the small storage area next to the cookbooks with a stack of books in her arms when the door opened. A young man stepped in. He had short dark hair, a big nose and a mischievous grin. Makkari ran up to him without noticing that she almost caught Y/N with her stack of books. The two greeted each other and the man told her that an even bigger surprise was waiting for her outside.

Y/N began to pick up the books she had dropped from the floor. The man looked down at her with a teasing grin. "Well, you don't really seem to have yourself under control," he said, and disappeared out of the store following makkari.

Flustered, y/n looked after the two of them.

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