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summary: dinner with the Avengers gets unexpectedly cut short

“Uh… Mr. Corpus, sir?” Peter looks up from where he’s working on his homework, watching as you swirl his LEGOS in the air. They click into place, quickly forming some version of the Titanic but the colors are off. They release from their form and swirl in the air again as you look at him, your fingers held in a cupping motion. He looks away for a second, fiddling with his pencil. “Do you know what happened on July 14th, 1789?”

“Storming of the Bastille,” You answer without thinking too much about it. “Very important moment in the French Revolution; Bastille was a prison that many aristocrats preferred to go to because it was a very… relaxed prison. Almost a thousand people surrounded the prisons, cannons, and gunpowder ready. They were afraid the King was going to arrest the new National Assembly. They were also wanting to fortify the prison, crime was horrid those days.” As you speak, Peter writes it down. He has no use for fact-checking you, you’re the Avengers history nerd.

“Thank you,” He smiled and flipped to the next page. You nod, returning to your LEGOS and recreating the prison. It spins around and you look into the box of loose legos, using random pieces to create canons around it.

Living with the Avengers was far from the plan you had set in your head when you finally broke away from your family. You didn’t want nor need a team of people to boss you around again but this was the easiest way to ensure the world was safe. At the top of the world, nothing was hidden.

At least to you.

You look at the other Avengers who’d found themselves a spot in the common area, blissfully unaware of the truth. They think they know it all, there’s nothing they don’t know. Anything and everything that happens on Earth— they’ll know it. And they’ll stop it.

God, they were so fucking wrong.

Sinking into your seat, your eyes drift off to the woods that surround the compound. They’re smaller but denser than the forest you’re used to back home, which reminds you that you ought to visit soon. It’s been almost a year since you’ve last been there and you’re sure you’re being missed day and night.

And you miss it, too, of course. The dreams cannot replace reality.

“Hey, Chronicle,” Tony calls and you look over to him. He lifts his cup to point towards the TV and you see you’re up for the next match of Mortal Kombat. Pulling yourself to sit next to Sam, you take the controller from Natasha and pick your character. Sam picks his and the round begins, you end up winning but that’s almost entirely due to the fact that for some odd reason, Sam could not have a steady grip on his controller.

“He always cheats!” Sam points to you as you hand the controller to Tony. “Nah- nah, get the power blockers! I want a rematch!” He demands but everyone knows that for some stupid reason, it doesn’t work on you.

“It’s okay, butterfingers,” You tell him, patting his shoulder as you return to your spot creating LEGOS. “I know you're getting all hot and bothered around me.” Sam closes his eyes, telling Bucky that he’s about to send you away and you offer an amused smile.

The place settles down after that, you end up losing in the game because you had a long-standing promise with Bucky that you wouldn’t use your powers on him unless it was necessary. Some type of PTSD you didn’t care to dive into. All that mattered was that Bucky absolutely murked your character and Sam was cheering the entire time.

Dinner rolls around and you agree to make something quick, but with how much everyone eats even a quick meal takes an hour with how much needs to be made. Thankfully, the kitchen has four ovens for that exact reason. Seven lasagna and garlic breads later, dinner is served and everyone is eating around a table.

Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Peter each got their own pans. Although, Thor needed another and you’re glad you made seven because the remaining two were just enough for the rest of you with normal appetites.

Midway through your slice, you feel a certain tug in your mind and smile, doing your best to not look away from your food. It’s a tug you’ve grown to love and adore, and it’s more than welcome to invade your mind.

What’re you eatin’ tonight? Druig asked, his soft voice mulling over the voices around you.

Lasagna, the recipe I showed you. You answer, grabbing your cup of juice to hide your smile. You?

Soup. He replies. Arishem, I miss your cooking. You laugh, although you manage to keep it silent.

I’m planning my next return, just have to make sure there’s nothing coming up here.

Good, I cannot go another month without you, my love.

Neither can I. You look up, seeing everyone is looking at you. One moment, darling. Like a phone call, you put the connection on hold and clear your throat.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask, setting your cup down.

“Peter was asking for the recipe,” Wanda says, offering the kid a smile when you look at him.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” You nod. “Remind me later.” He nods and everyone slowly goes back to their conversations and you take Druig off of hold.

You have to stop letting your mind wander. He teases and you roll your eyes, finishing up the last of your food.

Only to thoughts of you. You reply and he makes an ohh sound. Not in that way. You add, leaving the table with a simple see you later.

One amazing thing about the compound is the fucking dishwasher, it’s honestly a lifesaver.

I do not need a dishwasher. Druig says as you close the door to the washer.

You don’t have electricity, you cannot have one. He takes the reminder with a grain of salt and your conversation continues well into the night. Eventually, he falls asleep and you allow yourself to as well.

—

One thing you absolutely dread about living with the others is the fact that whenever someone who’s not Tony or Peter is there, they insist on working out at the crack of dawn.

You’re awake at four in the morning, several hours before you normally do, and have only managed to get two hours of sleep so you’re more than annoyed when Thor makes an announcement over every single speaker in the house.

Begrudgingly, you get prepared for the workout and join Sam for the pre-workout smoothie. He makes the best ones, Steve just eats it dry and Bucky cannot make it taste good for the life of him. The others don’t take any before their workouts so it’s just the four of you drinking (and eating scoops of protein powder) before you head up to the gym.

Workouts with the Avengers last for hours, although Tony taps out two hours in, Peter had to get ready for school, and Clint wanted to finally go home soon after. Sam is the next to go, he’s beyond tired three hours in and chooses to watch everyone instead.

You’re on your ass as Natasha flips you over, the wind knocks out your chest as you land on the padding. She stands over you, her weapon tossed to the ground and you twitch your fingers. It flies through the air and knocks her backward as you pull yourself up.

“Cheater,” She teases as you twirl her stick in the air with a shrug. “Mama never taught you to play nice with friends?” Dropping the stick into your hands, you swing and she ducks. This continues for a while until you have her pinned down— albeit using your powers but it was getting a little tiring using your arms.

Training ends with five laps around the compound— which only Thor, Steve, and Bucky actually completed. You gave up after two and Natasha got through three and a half. You were many things, a try hard was not one of them.

Cleaning up, you head to the common area to find something to watch.

There’s a lot to which, with Tony having every single streaming service possible, but you eventually settle on some show Peter had recommended.

“Dinner is ready!” Tony calls and for the first time since you started the show, you look away from the screen. It’s dark outside and you were well into the show… that's a little embarrassing. “C’mon, Matilda!” He calls when you’re not moving fast enough.

“Shut up, white man,” You grumble, pausing the show and heading to the others. Peter is back for the weekend but Clint stayed with his family.

Dinner is a large order of pizza, boxes piled up on the table and the super eaters take theirs before everyone else takes their slices. Tonight you’re able to engage with them completely uninterrupted and come to think of it, you’d gone the entire day without talking to Druig.

You couldn’t feel him in your mind, either. Normally there’s a small feeling when you focus, letting you know he was there but today he wasn’t.

Sighing, you decide not to dwell on it just yet. He’s gone through periods where he doesn’t want to talk before, the longest being a week. You’d give him two days before you stole a jet to go and see him.

“Unknown subjects approaching the compound,” FRIDAY says midway through dinner. “Unknown mass in the air approaching at rapid speeds, engage?” He’s basically buzzing to use the systems defense system.

“Describe the mass,” Tony says, afraid FRIDAY is alerting them of another bird. It’s happened at least six times already.

“A large black triangle with unknown carvings on it, approaching in approximately five seconds,” FRIDAY says and you take that time to think about it. It sounds familiar and as you’re rushing out with the others to find out what the fuck it is, it clicks. The Domo.

“Holy shit!” Peter gasps when he sees the Domo hovering above the field in front of the compound. There’s a couple flashes of light and you rush over to where they’re going to be landing while the others remain a good distance away. You’re glad for their sake that they aren’t a shoot-first ask-questions-later type of group.

“(Y/n), do not engage!” Tony shouts, stopping the others from going after you. You ignore him, stopping exactly two steps ahead of where you know they will land in a couple of seconds. The others are calling for you to get back— Sam is sure it’s some type of alien and he tells Bucky he’s always right about the people they have to fight. You tune them out, watching as the light shoots down completely from the Domo and as it falls to the ground.

Druig is the first to land and wastes no time in his arms wrapping around your waist and you hold his face. He looks at you with these puppy dog eyes, a smile creeping up on his face and you dip your head down.

Kissing him, one of his hands grabs the back of your neck, deepening it. You move one of your hands down to his belt loops and hold him. He laughs into the kiss but neither of you pulls away. You hear a gag but it’s clearly from Sprite so you ignore it.

“I didn’t need to see that!” Sprite groans as she lands. “They’re worse than you and Dane.” She tells Sersi as you pull away from the kiss. But just slightly, you can still feel his lips on yours and you carefully rub his cheek.

“Hello, beautiful,” He mutters against your lips.

“Hey,” You mutter back, going in for another kiss but Phastos pulls the two of you away.

“Dude!” You whine as he holds your collar and drags you across the lawn until you’re more than an arm's distance from Druig. “Let me kiss my fuckin’ husband!” Druig smiles and you wink, finally getting put back on your feet.

“Did he say, husband?” Natasha whispers to Tony who blankly nods.

“You can kiss when we’re done here,” Ikaris says, floating down from the Domo.

“You’re not the only one who can fly, asshole,” You tease, rising to his level. “But yeah; whatever. Why're all— most of you here?” You correct yourself, seeing that Ajak and Gilgamesh aren’t with the others.

“Aren’t you and Gilg a package dead?” You ask Thena and that seems to be the wrong question to as everyone looks sad. Lowering yourself to the ground, you look between everyone. “What’s going on?” You slowly ask, looking at Druig as he walks up to you.

“Ajak and Gilgamesh are dead,” He says as he holds your hand. “Killed by deviants; they're back.” He softly adds.

“There’s some more stuff,” Sersi steps forward, her hand on Thena’s shoulder. “We’ll explain everything in the Domo but we need to go now.”

“Now— like, right this second now?” You ask and she nods. Looking at your team, you sigh and look back to the others. “Give me a second.” They nod and you rush over to the others.

“I’ll be back, I just— I’ll explain when I get back.” You tell them, giving everyone a once over. “Um… yeah, see you!”

“No way,” Tony says as he grabs your arm before you can go too far. “You aren’t just up and leaving like that! Where are you going? Who are they?”

“We’re on a bit of a time crunch!” Kingo shouts and you sigh, apologizing to Tony before removing his hand with your powers.

“I’ll explain when I get back, I promise!”

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Sitting on the beach, you look over at Druig who’s already looking at you rather than the very large golden hand sticking out from the sea.

“I should’ve stayed with you,” You whisper, a frown forming on your face. “If I hadn’t been with the Avengers Gilgamesh would be alive, I could’ve stopped Ikarus long before this became such an issue.” Looking back to the water, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Don't think like tha’,” Druig replies in the same whisper, brushing hair from your face. “You were doin’ your best, you joined that stupid team to help people. No one could’ve seen this comin’, darlin.” He wraps his arm around you and lays his head on top of yours. He glances at your red and gold suit, tracing the shapes that he’s traced for centuries before as the waves roll in.

You stare at the crashing waves, your eyes drifting to and from the head and hand every so often. There are so many thoughts running through your mind. You’ve lost three friends, you look at Sprite and while the others might be able to forgive her you can’t.

Sure, she looks like a child but she was… born at the same time everyone else was. She grew as everyone else grew, despite how it looked from the outside. You can’t look past the betrayal, no matter the reason.

Then there’s Kingo, who you weren’t too sure about either. You’d always fought, no matter how dire the situation seemed. You fought and you fought together. And he ran. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I can still hear your thoughts,” Druig whispers. “Mind if I change those thoughts?” You hum, and move your head from his shoulder. His head moves back before it moves forward, his lips finding a home between yours. They’re dry, but you don’t doubt yours are either. And probably taste of sand just as his taste like volcanic ash. He smiles, glad your mind has drifted to other topics and you pull him on top of you.

“Do not fuck on the beach,” Phastos grumbles. You pull away and tilt your head back to grin at him. Druig doesn’t pay him much mind, letting his eyes and hands wander your body. Although that’s probably to just annoy Phastos even more.

“You’re such a cockblock, y’know that right?” He rolls his eyes and joins the others several yards away.

“We should head back, though.” You tell Druig, squeezing his arms. He looks at your face, and you stare at his blue eyes. God, they’re really fucking blue.

“They’ve always been blue,” His lips quirked into a smile and you shove his face away from you before bringing the two of you to your feet.

“I know you want to go to space and like… save the others out there…” You start as the two of you walk back to the group.

“But you don’t?” He finishes and you sigh. “Can I ask why?”

“I like it here,” You shrug. “I’ve built a life and I get to play with LEGOS and cheat during game night…”

“You’re afraid of space.”

“I’m afraid of space.” You concede and he lets out a small laugh before his face softens.

“We don’t have to go anywhere, darling. Right here is perfect.”

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Blood & Pain - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader (Kaetlyn) Oneshot

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: ~3.5k Summary: A lil' oneshot to show how Druig and his wife got together, and what way to show that than with hot and heavy SMUT! Warning(s): SMUT (if you are under 18 DNI), some angst if you squint, mention of bullying (sort of), slight mention of blood, knife conjuring, Druig is obsessed and we love that, I just really wanted to write something to get me into the Halloween Spirit Notes: This a surprise oneshot to my wonderful beta reader, @valeskafics! She is in the middle of midterms, so I wanted to gift her a lil' oneshot to thank her for all of her help and encouragement! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site!If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

No matter how the rest of the team believed, what ideas his own children liked to conjure, how the tale was spun by generations -- Druig did not fall in love with his wife at first sight. He knew who you were, Kaetlyn, a fighter who could manipulate the shadows of every living being. You would later the mother of surgery and modern medicine- and even beyond that, a scholar and pioneer for feats of magic that remain untouched even by the greatest of the Supremes in the Mystic Arts.

He couldn’t remember the time he first realized that he loved you- he only knew that when he recognized it, he had fallen so deeply that he could no longer remember what it felt like not to be in love you. You were everywhere. There was simply no place left on this planet where Druig would wander that you wouldn’t be there beckoning him to you.

It was almost shameful how long it took for him to fall in love with you in comparison to how quickly you adored him. It had taken him over 100 years for you to fully gain his attention, and another 200 years for you to wait for him to confess his reciprocation. 200 years of clever banter and harmless flirting that shifted to longing gazes and lingering touches, until you finally had enough of his lame patience and reluctance. You dragged Druig to a secluded area- away from the Domo and humans alike, and took his face in your hands and forced his lips to yours. One kiss become two, two became five, and soon you and he had joined together in an explosion of passion that would bind you to him for the rest of eternity.

The sun had long set, and stars and moon glittered in the night. The two of you were as naked as the days you were born. Your need to have each other was beyond a matter of lust, it was primal need. Druig had torn your clothes without any thought- he starved for you. Any barrier that separated your body from him was flung away. Your skin glowed in the moonlight, every curve and line of your frame gloriously highlighted for his eyes alone. His lily-bloomed skin laid under you, ready for anything and everything you would give him. He still remembered the words you whispered to warn him all that would come as a result of your love.

“Druig, I must warn you,” you whispered. Druig kissed you across your collarbone, and you tugged on his hair to gaze into his eyes. “I can be very selfish- I will have all of you, or none of you.”

He could feel your wet center throb with each wince that escaped his lips. “You already do, my love,” he whispered back, silently pleading you to let him continue. “I swear you do.”

He craved you. He desperately wanted to map his tongue and lips across your body; he wanted to memorize the feel of your skin, the smell of your sweat, the taste of your cum. Whatever you gave him, he wanted it all.

Pushing him to lay on his back, you crawled forward to hover your soaked cunt over his cock. “I’m selfish- relentlessly so, any other woman that catches your eye will feel no end of my wrath.” You lowered yourself only enough so that his tip could paint its precum on your clit, the corner of your lips curled into a cruel smirk in response to the strangled moan he let out. Your body trembled from the sheer delight you felt at witnessing the surly telepath whine so pathetically from your touch.

“Please,” he begged, “please angel. Let me feel you- I need it- I need you.” Druig could feel his eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming pleasure that would fill him. “I want to touch you, please-”

Druig’s whimpers were brutally cut off as you placed a finger over his lips.

“Shhhh- not yet,” you breathily whispered, “you need to earn your pleasure, my love.” Your pupils dilated seeing him take your finger in his mouth, and used his tongue to suck on it. “I need to know if you understand what it means to love me, and have it in return.”

Before Druig could respond, you lowered yourself further- until he filled you to the brim with only a single thrust. You were so taken back by the sheer size of him that you felt your climax wash over as every part of you trembled from the intense euphoria.

“By Arishem,” you thought, “how is he so big?”

You wanted to make him beg, to drown him in so much pleasure that it would hurt. Whatever pain you inflicted on him now, it was nothing compared to the torture you experienced in having to wait for him to admit his feelings. You lost count on the number of times you pleasured yourself at the thought of the man beneath you. So many times, you wanted to sneak into his bed, and wake him to witness the maddening effect he had on you. But having him inside you was better than anything you could imagine.

Gripping his shoulders, you lifted yourself until only his tip remained-before slamming your hips down to his- repeating this motion until falling into a rhythm that was accompanied by a song of wild moans and gasps. Everything about this man- the aquamarine shine in his eyes, the glowing pallor of his body, the tone and strength in his muscles- screamed the image of perfection to you.

“Druig, Druig,” you could only cry out his name- as if it was the only word you knew, “I love you, I love you, I love- FUCK!” You screamed out at the feel of his hips moving to meet yours, and before you could blink, he shifted your positions so that you would be laying on your back as he caged your body with his frame.

Druig couldn’t take it anymore, it tormented him to not take you without abandon. For so long, he dreamed of having you like this- warm, teasing, and his. You called yourself selfish, so what? Druig knew what it meant to be selfish, to want to possess and devour every part of you until there was nothing left for anyone else to take or see.

You must have blind to not see his desperation for you. How could someone so bright and brilliant not understand that he would gladly let you tear him limb by limb if it meant to be loved by you.

To have you under him like this- writhing in ecstasy, crying from exquisite pain, your soft curves molded against his hard frame- it was as if this was his true purpose. It was not to assist in humanity’s evolution, but to belong to you as you would belong to him. It was to have you like this at every waking moment- filling you with love, and overwhelming you with desire.

As he continued to slam his hips against yours with reckless abandon, he trailed his lips down your throat, sharply nipping your collarbones, until all that he could reach were your heaving breasts that moved in tandem with his thrusts. He was so enraptured by your presence that when you peaked once more on his cock, his rutting only grew more relentless and rougher than what you thought was possible.

Stars, he loved the way you screamed his name. He wanted everyone to know it was him who made you mad with elation. He wanted the whole world to know that you, Kaetlyn- gloriously headstrong, brilliantly beautiful Kaetlyn- the wielder of shadows, and master of the darkness and night, was begging for his cock like a common whore.

“Look at you,” he snarled- jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth threatened to break from the pressure, “what were you saying m’darling? I could have sworn that you were trying to get me to beg- but look at you now.” Your head thrown back as your hair sprayed around you like a beckoning halo as you babbled nonsensically, legs wrapped around his torso to minimize any potential loss of distance, your wickedly sharp nails cutting into his skin to leave vibrant trails on his back as blood leaked from the wounds. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Your only response was whimpers and cries, so Druig decided to be a bit cruel, and slowed down before pulling himself out and stopping completely. The loss of your warmth was complete agony, but the consequence was well-worth the pain at the sight of your immediate reaction.

“DRUIG!” You cried out in pain. You tried to move yourself to feel more of him, but the smug bastard had pinned your torso down- and your body was still recovering from the overstimulation of your previous orgasm. Still maintaining his grip, Druig towered above you in order to gain a better vantage point. Staring down at the aftermath of his onslaught, he almost came right then and there. You were the very likeness of desired perfection- tears had leaked from your eyes and were trailing down your face, your flush travelled down to the tips of your breasts, and there was not a corner of your body that wasn’t covered in marks left by his teeth.

“Please, Druig, please-” you begged him, “don’t stop! I need you!” You felt you were dying from his loss, you felt so empty. It was like you finally felt complete, and when he pulled away it was as if all the air in your lungs were completely snuffed out. You couldn’t bear the pain- it was tearing you apart. You tried to pull him down to get him to kiss- you needed his love; nothing would ever be enough- not when it came from him.

Your soul craved his.

Crystalline blue eyes softened momentarily before steeling once more to grip your hips even tighter, Druig barely lowered himself- just enough to mix his throbbing tip’s precum with your slick. No matter how much he adored you -- however much he wanted to give in to you-- he needed you to admit that you were his first.

“Open your eyes,” his rasp sent chills to run throughout your entire body, “and see what you do to me.” When you looked into his eyes, you were taken back by how dark they had become- that beautiful pale hue had minimized into a thin ring from how dilated his pupils had become. It wasn’t just lust that swam in his gaze, but also mania and lunacy. His piercing gaze, along with his heaving breaths created such a stark contrast to the calm and collected mask he showcased to everyone- humans and Eternals alike. Druig looked less like the usual apathetic god everyone thought him to be, and more like a raging terrifying beast that fed on savagery and only cared to fulfill his most primal urges.

You have never seen such a magnificent and enthralling sight before, and you prayed to the stars above that this time would not be the last.

Druig could hear your thoughts, and he didn’t care how insane he looked. He wanted you to see all that you did to him- how you engrained yourself into his very soul and being. You called yourself infatuated, but he was obsessed. And as aware he was of his own delusion; he didn’t ever plan to stop.

Fuck Arishem- fuck anyone and everyone who would dare keep you from him. He didn’t care the lengths he would have to go to keep you by his side. Let them paint him the villain- it was all worth it if it meant having your love.

“Tell me.” He pleaded you, “please, my angel- tell me your mine. Let me in, I want all of you and only you.” His eyes held so much love and trust that it took your breath away, and it made your heart swell with so much adoration for the man that caged you between his arms. There was only one thing to say, the only thing that mattered that would seal a vow between you both for the rest of eternity.

Summoning all your courage, leaving behind all your bravado, letting all your insecurities to be put on display, you whispered, “Yes.”

Immediately after you condemned your soul to his, Druig speared himself into you to the hilt with a single thrust, and pressed his lips to yours to drink in every one of your throes of passion. Setting off at a relentless pace, it was not long until another brutal climax sheared through your body. With each push, Druig’s cock hit that spot inside you – resulting in stars to bloom around you as your mind was clouded in lust. With each thrust of his length, tremendous stimulation tearing through your walls. The sound of skin-on-skin surrounded the area around you, creating a forcefield of bliss that could not be intruded by anyone but the two immortal beings engaged in their act of fervor. The only other sounds that could be heard were the gentle whispers of the night breeze, along the soft chirpings of the crickets.

Feeling his cock throbbing, Druig knew that he was reaching his limit. However, he refused to finish without you going over the edge with him. Setting an even more ruthless pace, he could feel the trembles that ran throughout your body as he fights to hold control over himself, and not releasing himself deep inside you. Only being able to get a few more thrusts in, Druig viciously cursed as he let out a snarled cry – the loudest you have ever heard from him. With one final push, he came deep inside your cunt, painting your walls with his cum as you felt his warmth flooding inside you. The sensation of the thick ropes of cum engulfing your cunt triggered your final climax, and you felt the evidence of your indescribable pleasure that washed over you mixed with his thick cum that overflowed within you to the point where it leaked out of your core.

Refusing to part, the both of you let yourselves bask in the bliss-filled bubble that was the aftermath of your lovemaking. But as happy as you were, dread filled your mind as you realized what you had done. You knew how the others saw you. How Kingo and Sprite liked to poke fun at your darkness, how Ikaris would voice his doubts of your ability to protect with ill-hidden snarks to Ajak, even the humans would whisper in fear at the sight of you soaked in deviants’ blood in the aftermath of your many onslaughts. It was bad enough that they looked down on Sephia for how she so faithfully remained at your side, you couldn’t let the man you loved be dragged down as well – it would have been too much.

No matter how Druig liked to present himself as cool and indifferent to human conflict – you knew that it was far from true. You’ve watched him for centuries, and there was no one else on the world whose soul was as gentle and carried more love for humanity than even Ajak and Sersi. You couldn’t let your own selfish desires bring his ruin, you refused to let that happen.

“This was a mistake,” you forced yourself to say as you faced away from him to locate your attire, you couldn’t bear it if he saw how much it killed you to say it, but it needs to be done, “I never should have let it go this far.” You crawled on your knees to reach your tunic, “Let’s just forget this ever hap-”

A vicious growl cut you off as Druig’s hands grabbed your wrist to the point where you were sure bruises would show tomorrow. “Don’t,” he snarled, “even try to insult me by suggesting to pretend that this never happened- that we never happened.” Pulling you back to cage you in his arms, Druig buried his face into the crook of your neck- as if imprinting the scent of your skin to his memory in fear that you would disappear before his very eyes.

Leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “How could you ever think for a second that I could possibly go on with my life after finally having you? Tell me angel, how do you expect a man to simply live on weeds after finally partaking a drop of ambrosia?”

Your heart melted at his words, but you could not let yourself be swayed. “Druig,” you started, “you don’t understand the cost of being with me. You deserve someone who is kind and warm and-”

Druig forced you to look into his eyes. “Stop. Don’t you dare let the words of those idiots make you see yourself as less than the perfection you are. Do you know what I see when I look at you?” His eyes softened for what he was about to ask next. “Let me show you, my love.”

As his pale blue irises glowed into a golden hue, making him transform into a sight akin to godliness, you opened your mind to his, and what you saw shook you to your core. You saw scenes of yourself travelling through your shadows, taking down dozens of deviants with only a few arrows from your quiver, as well as the aftermath of you standing alone in a field of mangled corpses dyed with black tarlike blood. You saw yourself as the humans did, embodied darkness that killed with cold precision and controlled beings with their own shadows.

But soon you saw moments that you had forgotten, moments that you believed were private. You saw yourself sneaking away at night in the cover of darkness to watch ghosts roaming aimlessly, along with the pity in your eyes from hearing their sorrows. You saw yourself in your room at the Domo, surrounded by scrolls from topics ranging from rare spells to hand-drawn diagrams of the human body. You witnessed the smile spread across your face when you helped a spirit finally reach their peace to the other world. You saw the time Ajak approached you to ask for your assistance in delivering the children from expectant mothers in the village. You saw yourself come outside the tent to hand over the child of your first delivery to the father, who thanked you with tears in his eyes after being informed that both the child and mother safe and healthy. You watched yourself stare in shock of his praise before seeing the child reach for your finger, and let yourself feel the disbelief that flooded you at the sight of pure innocence staring back at you.

“You call yourself selfish and unkind,” Druig’s voice brought you back to reality- his eyes returned to that familiar blue, “but that couldn’t be more untrue.” He softly pressed his forehead to yours as he continued. “Would a selfish person spend night after night gathering impossible texts to study for an unnamed spirit to finally reach peace? Would someone unkind research every possibility in order to ensure that a mother could hold her child? How could you let someone as pathetic as Ikaris and Sprite taint your own views of yourself so much? Kaetlyn, I was a coward for waiting for so long to tell you my feelings, I was selfish in thinking of my own pride and dignity was more important than your strife. But still you loved me, and I could not be more grateful for your existence for that.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you felt all your walls crashing down, how could someone so frustratingly wonderful exist? If this was all a dream, you never wanted to wake up. But just to be sure, you took a stone that just fit into the palm of your hand and transmuted it into a silver dagger. Holding it just above his heart, you warned him one final time.

“Druig, no matter what sweet words you whisper, I am selfish. I could kill you now without hesitation. I could cut you and cause you so much pain that you would beg for death. Do you still wish to remain by my side?”

Staring back at you with only ardent love and unfiltered adoration, Druig grasped your hand and dragged the blade’s tip across his chest. Thin trails of dark red life leaked from the wounds, but there was no indication of pain. “If loving you is pain,” he whispered as he wiped the blood from his wound with his finger, only to smear it across your lips, “then let me bleed.” He repeated those same words a year later, when he married you in a private ceremony after the two of you sneaked away from the village’s harvest banquet.

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trinitytheorphan · 4 months

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“Achilles Come down!”

Title: “Achilles come down!”

OneShot: Druig x GN! Eternal!Reader

Warnings; Suicidal thoughts, and attempt. Mentions of depression, unrequited love, negative thoughts. And um Fluff at the end.

Druig Stood at the top of the temple. He was already about to jump off the roof of it. You turned to him. He was the man whom you loved deeply, but you’d never tell him. “Druig, Druig please come down! Get off that roof!” You yelled as you tried to get him to stop. He turned to face you, a pained expression on his handsome face. He stood silently as he studied your face, trying to understand why you wanted him to stop himself from jumping off the roof and ending his life.

“Please get off the roof!” You told him again as you gestured for him to come back to you. You both stood on the top of the temple. You were loosing your balance and wanted him to come to you.

Jump do it! Jump! No one wants you here! Don’t you want to end your suffering! Forget her she won’t do anything to stop you if you do Jump. Said the voice in his head, urging hi, to jump and end his life.

You stood there, as he sat on the edge of the temple. It was almost midnight, you guys should be sleeping.

“You want the acclaim, you want our help!” Said the negative voice his mind.

“it’s not worth it Druig, don’t listen to your mind!” You said softly as you sensed his conflict.

“Your willing to jump, be done with it and jump!”

“Your worth more, Druig! Worth so much more than this!”

“You want my opinion, so I gave you my opinion!”

“No one asked for your opinion!”

“You want my council, so I gave you my thoughts.”

“No one asked for your thoughts!”

“Be done with this now and jump off the roof, Druig!”

“Can you hear me Druig, I’m talking to you!”

“Be done with this now, and come get off the roof with me.”

“Can you hear me, Druig, I’m talking to you! Don’t leave me here all alone! Please I love you! Don’t leave!”

He snapped out of his negative thoughts as you said you loved hi,. He didn’t believe it, you barely talked anymore, you barely even spoke, he loved you dearly, but you suddenly stopped being around and he was scared you knew how he felt, and left. He turned and looked you in the eye and said,

“I love you too, i won’t leave you ever!”

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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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The Great War

Relationship: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Angst, canon divergence Summary: Druig had to watch you piece yourself back together after the Eternals split — and fears of facing tragedy once again rise when the Eternals end up at his doorstep. He’s determined to put you first this time, but nothing is ever that cut and dry, and you prove that. A/N: sooooooo I forgot about this one shot... Um, I believe I wrote it almost a year ago and it just sat on my computer so after some re-reading and editing, I think it’s okay to share! I hope you enjoy.

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He watched you from a far as you gave the children a tour of the garden. He knew it was your pride and joy and your face did nothing to hide the light that shined within you when one of the kids asked a question.

You could command the crops however you pleased, and your brain was packed with facts about every single thing that grew. You could go on and on for hours—Druig could personally vouch for that. Recently, you’ve been experimenting with hybrid crops, trying to find a new species to perfect, and you kept Druig very much in the loop about your progress every night before bed.

But he didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d listen to you talk about anything so long as that look of blissful happiness was plastered on your face.

Druig wandered a little closer to the garden, not close enough to draw attention, just enough to eavesdrop on your tour. He tried to look busy like he was inspecting a row of corn, but really you had his attention. Then again, he couldn’t think of many times when you didn’t crowd his mind.

"…and here we have some cabbage," you explained. The kids following you oohed delightfully.

Ah, yes. The cabbage. Druig chuckled to himself. A vegetable that has little business growing out here, let alone this time of year. But that was just the beauty of your powers. You could make pretty much anything sprout in nearly any environment.

It had taken some convincing for you to really use your powers. You had been so concerned with if growing certain things and aiding the villagers would go against the mission. But Druig had kindly reminded you that you two were away from it all. You were helping this civilization thrive—any means necessary.

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

Druig watched as you moved the young tour group to a vacant section of the garden.

"Here is where I hope we can start growing carrots soon," you said, motioning towards the freshly plowed land.

"Carrots?" One of the children said, her voice shakily repeating the word. "What are carrots?"

Druig smirked at the flood-gate the child had unknowingly opened. You wasted no time dishing out your detailed lecture on carrots.

You were just getting into a spiel about beta-carotene when a shiver went up Druig’s spine. Something was off, and he noticed it immediately. The village had been disturbed, penetrated by an unknown. He took a quick glance back at you to make sure you were alright. When Druig saw you were still drawing on about carrots, he let out a sigh of relief and left the garden in search of what had caused such a powerful imbalance on his land.

But his hunt hadn’t been a hunt at all. The problem made itself known immediately.

They were bold, he had to give them that.

***

The young student gave you one last hug before she ran back to her parents. You had made her home your last stop as you went about dropping the students off after the tour. She was a talkative one full of complex but beautiful questions and you absolutely adored that. You wanted them to be curious, to ask as many questions as they could think of. You’d answer them all as you had for their parents when they were young. And their grandparents. And so on.

You pulled your shawl tighter around you as you made your way through the village, looking for Druig. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed him observing your tour but you must certainly had. He was hard to miss and after all these years still managed to drive you a bit wild, even when standing there doing nothing.

You scanned the various groups of villagers but couldn’t seem to find your lover among them. You frowned and stopped at a congregating group of women. They were weaving baskets.

"Has Druig been around?" You asked in their native tongue. The women looked surprised at your question.

"He’s at the Center talking to our visitor," one woman kindly explained before turning back to her work.

You frowned. Visitors? What visitors? You didn’t see casual visitors this deep inland.

You thanked the women for their time and made your way to the Center. It was a nice communal space that held a variety of events, from meetings to religious services. It wasn’t too uncommon for Druig to be held up in there during the day, but the mention of visitors drew a lot of confusion for you. Why would he invite someone in?

Druig was very cautious about outside forces, to the point you got slightly annoyed about it. You’d only been out of the village a handful of times and were always met with Druig’s intense resistance. He was incredibly protective of you, sometimes bordering the edge of controlling—but you understood why. He loved you deeply and had promised to never let anything—or anyone—hurt you again. So far, he had kept his promise. But a sense of unusual nervousness filled you as you approached the Center.

You really didn’t know what you expected to find when you pulled open the door to the Center. Part of you thought you’d find Druig working on something. Another part of you thought he’d be having a meeting with these mystery visitors.

What you hadn’t prepared for was to come face-to-face with some old…pals.

The group of Eternals turned to face you the second you opened the door. Like you, it didn’t take them long to realize who they were coming in contact with. They bore mixed expressions, surprise and relief being the most evident. Well, except for Druig. He sulked off to the side, looking displeased when his eyes landed on you, but the others paid little attention to him.

Once the shock wore off, they mostly all greeted you joyously. You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your face as you soaked in this unexpected but welcomed reunion.

You didn’t think you’d ever see any of them again after the fateful night. The Split had been especially excruciating for you. The life and people you’d known, the routine and security, all vanished. You were a bit lost for a while until Druig had offered you a hand.

However, that malice and fear weren’t at the forefront of your mind right now. All you could focus on was your fellow Eternals coming together again, sharing a moment under one roof. It truly had been so, so long.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked after giving a share of hugs and happy exclamations.

Sersi, naturally, was the quickest to step up to the plate to answer your question. The light in her eyes faltered as she opened her mouth to speak, but Druig didn’t waste a second before cutting her off.

"Nothing," Druig spat. He stepped in front of you, nearly blocking your view of the others. Your brows furrowed at his commanding tone, but he didn’t give you time to retaliate. "We had some matter to discuss briefly, nothing special. They were just on their way out, actually. Why don’t you help the villagers prepare for dinner, dear."

"Dear?" It was Ikaris who spoke up now, unable to hide his surprise at the pet name that rolled off Druig’s lips naturally. But while it was Ikaris who said something, a look of surprise flashed on everyone’s face.

Druig ignored him, his focus solely on you. "Please, love."

You know you should’ve listened to your lover and usually, you do, but, in the moment, you couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on, even though you found comfort in the village. You knew this wasn’t nothing. Stuff like this didn’t happen. You knew these fellow beings too well. The reunion happening here wasn’t for shits and giggles. And they certainly weren’t here to just check up on you and Druig. No one did that.

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

Druig shook his head. "She’s been through enough thanks to all of you, thanks to all of us. The last thing she needs is to be put in serious danger."

Ikaris scoffed. "How about you let her speak for herself."

Druig shot the other man a glare you hadn’t seen in centuries. In fact, you hadn’t seen Druig this upset since the day you two had reunited.

"I haven’t seen you all in ages," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "I certainly am curious to know what brings you out here." You gave Druig an apologetic look but he didn’t refute. His features even seemed to get softer at your patient words.

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn’t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

You soaked in every word, completely stunned and alarmed by the news she had to share. When she explained they needed your and Druig’s help, you tensed. You could now understand why your lover had been so reluctant.

Unfortunately, Druig was also right in the fact that you didn’t need this, didn’t want this disturbance. You had created something beautiful and familiar here and your immediate desire was to go down with this ship.

So much was at stake on both fronts, and the surprise of it all wasn’t something you wanted to wrap your head around right now. Losing this? The land? The people? Everyone? Your hands shook as you spoke.

"I…I am sorry, Sersi, but I don’t see how I can be of any help," you said as gently as you could manage. "I think I may be better off here."

"Please, we need all—,"

"What have you done to her?" Ikaris asked Druig, cutting off Sersi and making everyone in the room jump. "What are you controlling her or something?"

Druig let out a wicked laugh. "Does she look like she’s being controlled, Ikaris? Frankly, I am insulted you would even think I’d treat her that way."

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

Druig marched towards Ikaris, leaving little room between them. His voice was bitter and hot as he spoke. "I am when it comes to the one I love. How dare you accuse me of that." Druig paused as he and Ikaris stared at one another as if challenging each other to say another word. When Ikaris didn’t reply, Druig took half a step back and turned to the group. "I think you all have overstayed your welcome, don’t you agree?" He looked around expectantly, but no one moved.

Cautiously, you broke the heavy silence. "This has truly been a lot for one afternoon. Maybe we should take some time to think. We can regroup later."

After an unsettling moment of everyone watching Druig like he was a ticking bomb, he agreed with your proposal. The others were quick to follow suit and, not surprisingly, looked relieved to have a moment out of the stuffy Center.

You happily showed the group where you gathered for meals, hoping they’d at least want a snack after trekking all the way out here. You enjoyed your dinner among the people and your friends and tried your best to refrain from bragging about the vegetables in the stew that came from your garden. You failed at that, but everyone seemed impressed with your crops. Druig held your hand through the entire meal, successfully but bitterly avoiding the questioning looks of the other Eternals. It had not been missed by you that you two were yet to explain your dynamic and how it came to be. Sure, a little flirting had occurred prior to The Split, but declarations of love must’ve been a confusing step.

But it was good. The moment was good and the evening was ultimately enjoyable. The villagers loved conversing with the guests. They were so welcoming and curious. The food was lovely. The company was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. Was this all truly in jeopardy? How could it come to this? You didn’t like having your heart heavy with this.

Couple of hours later, after you finished assisting with the cleanup, you found yourself sitting under a tree, away from the bustling village, snacking on some berries. You weren’t alone for long, though, as you saw Sersi make her way through the dense trees.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she took a seat next to you on the ground.

"Okay," you said noncommittally. You held out your hand, presenting a few berries. "Would you taste these? I can’t decide if they need to be sweeter."

Sersi chuckled. "Is this a ploy to poison me?"

You shivered. "I haven’t dealt in that in centuries."

One area of your powers you had always held back on was the way that, while you could grow the most delicious crops, you could also grow the most deadly. But there was no need to unleash that anymore. It did little to help the village.

"Alright," Sersi said with a shrug and took the berries. "But if they find my body out here, they’ll probably look at you first."

You nodded. "That’s fair."

Sersi tossed the berries in her mouth. She hmm’d. "So," she began, "you and Druig?"

"Yes," you replied to her question that wasn’t a question. Part of you hoped that would be that but Sersi’s unwavering stare made it clear she wasn’t walking away without the whole story. This came as no surprise.

You took a deep breath and began. "After Ajak sent us off I was…lost. So very lost. Everyone else just made their decisions and went on. I—I didn’t know where to go, where to begin. I had known one way, one goal, for as long as I could remember and now everything was upside down. Everyone went their own way. I felt left behind." You paused to take a deep breath. You hadn’t spoken of such things with anyone but Druig, but, then again, no one had been around to hear it. To ask.

"It took a couple of years, but I eventually came upon Druig," you continued. "He admitted he had tried looking for me but I was the only one off his radar. He then apologized for storming away. I shared my feelings on the situation—on The Split—and the villagers welcomed me. I’ve rarely left since. Over time, our usual flirting and banter grew. He’s just… He’s just it for me. He’s so kind and caring. He’s taken care of me in so many ways and I truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Up until today, I believed in fate. But maybe this was all just part of the plan. I could do without the pain and feeling…deserted but, in the end, this love has been good to me."

Sersi was silent as you spoke. She grew still beside you. Your spite had mostly subsided, but you still felt it was important to share, especially if dooms day was upon you. And while you had, for the most part, moved on and adapted, you knew Druig still held a bit of a grudge. Not to mention the anger he felt towards himself for leaving you, but over the years, you tried your best to ease his shame.

"Well, I—I didn’t— We, we didn’t…" You watched Sersi scramble to find the right words but her lack of reasoning wasn’t a bad thing. There was nothing to say.

"It’s okay," you assured her. "I’ve moved on. I’ve even made peace with all of it, I think." You looked back down at your basket of berries. "But there is someone who hasn’t quite come around to the idea of forgive and forget."

Sersi nodded. "Druig never quite seemed like the one to entertain such ideas."

"Please excuse his animosity towards the situation." You paused. "About earlier…"

"We do need you, truly," Sersi said. "I understand it’s frightening and you’re welcome to despise us but think about this place." She looked up at the trees and moonlight surrounding you two. "Everything’s so wonderful. The people, the place, the home you two have built. Don’t you at least want a shot to fight for it?"

You looked at the landscape around you. At the trees. The berries. The homes off in the distance. You hear the chatter of the villagers. The blow of the wind. The hum of the nighttime creatures. You closed your eyes, recounting the dinner, how nice it had felt to have so many of your friends together again. You wanted that all over again. You wanted this home you built.

"I think I was overwhelmed by all this…news," you explained. "And at first, I didn’t want anything to do with…anything. If the world was ending, I wanted to be here, in my home, but now… I don’t believe I can sit idly and let this place, these people, vanish." You opened your eyes. "More importantly, I can’t let my friends, my family, down."

Sersi took a moment and pattered your hand. "I’m relieved to hear that. You’re important, you’re valued. We can’t do it without you."

You shared a shy smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re happy about my decision. Lord knows how Druig is going to react."

"He’s shocked," a voice said from among the forest. You and Sersi whipped your heads around to find Druig walking out from behind a group of trees.

"I’ve never known you to eavesdrop so much, honey," you said, trying to keep the situation casual, but you were practically shaking.

Druig approached you two slowly. "Forgive me, my lady. I had only come to suggest we retire for the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to find you…conspiring," He shot a look at Sersi, who held her head high.

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

Sersi turned back to you. "I think you two should talk."

You hesitated but eventually agreed. Sersi avoided Druigs heated gaze as she left, heading back to the village. Druig took Sersi’s former spot next to you under the tree.

"You truly want to do this?" Druig asked softly, a stark contrast from his previous demeanor. "After everything, you want to help? You think we have a chance?"

"We have to try," you said. "For this. For us."

Druig took your hands in his. You turned to face him finding him very close. Your foreheads were practically touching. He stared into your eyes like you were all that existed and, for a second, it felt like that.

"I can’t bare to see you hurt again, love," he said. "And if we do this, there’s no telling what will happen after. There’s not even a guarantee we’ll make it out alive—,"

"That’s why we try," you pleaded. "And I’m aware this reunion may mean nothing. We’ll all probably go our separate ways again and that’s fine. I have a place to go back to. I have a routine and a garden and goals… But above all else, I have you. And with all that, I think I’ll be okay."

Druig searched your expression like he was expecting you to change your mind, but when nothing else left your lips, he nodded in defeat.

"If this is what you wish to do, I’ll follow you." He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek. "I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for and you always have the right to make your own decisions, do you understand that?"

"I know that, Druig. You were just being your protective self."

"That’s obvious?" He said with a humorless laugh. "I just want to see you happy, love."

"I am happy, Druig," you said, your eyes starting to well with tears—the good kind. "Happier than you’ll ever know."

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novas-fic-recs · 1 year

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druig (eternals) fic recommendations

my welcome post

my favourite fics and headcanons about our favourite eternal boy, druig! none of these were written by me, so make sure to give lots of love to the amazing writers who did write them! this will be updated as i find more.

sunshine by @itsapeterthing

summary: as the eternal with the gift of weather and nature, you use it to your advantage, especially with your husband, druig

with trembling hands by ↑

summary: when you accidentally stumble into the room druig is having an important conversation with his fellow eternals in, you can’t help but wish you could escape the spotlight.

i'll never let you go by @danny-cordray

summary: you spent eternity convincing yourself that you didn’t like druig at all, but there’s a fine line between love and hate

druig x eternal!reader by @werewolf-witchboy

summary: after many years of being split up, the eternals must come together as a team again. nobody seems to know where you’ve been all these years, so they’ve gone to the one person who might know of your whereabouts…little did they know that you’re a lot closer than they thought.

untitled by @fireinmoonshot

summary: comparing hand sizes with druig

family reunion by @applepiewinchesters

summary: druig and the reader meet up again after 500 years of not seeing each other

the loudest silence by @dreaminginpastels

summary: you have a moment of crippling self-doubt after a battle goes awry, but then one voice inside your mind rises above all the others.

don't hide in the shadows by @misskatebishop

summary: you’re too shy to tell druig that you like him, so you turn red whenever he’s around you.

mute by @achaoticeternal

summary: reader goes mute after taking a rogue lazer beam to the throat when protecting druig

how could they not know? by @saintlike78

summary: your relationship with druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries… yet it takes your fellow eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.

lunch in london by @greenbriarhollow

summary: druig's girlfriend meets the rest of the eternals.

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig x eternal!reader #eternals imagine #eternals x reader #eternals fanfiction #barry keoghan #fic reccomendations #marvel fic recs #marvel fic reccomendations #mcu fic recs #eternals fic recs

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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And in the crowed, I see you with someone else.

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: y/n is in love with druig and one night during a celebration she sees druig being close with makkari and she’s heartbroken.

a/n: based on hurricane drunk by Florence + the machine! also i have a headcanon that gilgamesh makes a special wine that allows the eternals to get drunk so thats what this came from. hope you enjoy! 💗

warning(s): jealousy, milsscomuacation, mutual pining, fluff, angst, reader flirting, alcohol consumption, smut references, both reader and druig having insecure thoughts, this is a lot longer than i thought it was gonna be. Also unedited!

Babylon

The night air was warm and the stars glimmered more brighter than usual. Sprite was surrounded by a crowed as she told the tales of the battle that had took place earlier that day. You watched as her hands moved to create illusions of Thena slicing open a deviant. The towns folk around you gasped and awed as the images above them changed in golden lights.

When she was finished the audience erupted in cheers and broke off into groups to continue the celebration. Music floated through the air as a band began to play a wistful tune and everyone almost instantly began to dance in the middle of the room. Which you saw Sersi being pulled into, who grabbed a very flustered Ikaris to join her.

You always stood off to the side and watched as couples joined into the dance with a sad expression on your features, wishing you had someone like that to dance with. To laugh and smile as your bodies were intertwined by limbs and harmonies.

You scanned your eyes amongst the crowd and watched people laugh and engage in conversation. It made you happy to see all the humans having a good time, someone had to right? Your eyes then saw Druig across the way and your heart skipped a beat. You have had a crush, as Sersi would call it, on him since you practically arrived on earth. You couldn’t really explain why you liked him so much, It was for different reasons. Maybe it was his dark hair and blue eyes, or maybe the compassion for humans he had. Either way you cared deeply for him, but you knew it was one sided.

You watched as Makkari appeared next to him in a flash and your heart sank at the smile he sent her. You can’t really make out what she's signing exactly but it makes Druig smile even wider as he talks with her. You almost feel like someone has taken your heart out and thrown it into the void, but not before stabbing it right in front of you. It was clear to you now seeing him interacting with her. Of course he would be in love with Makkari. How could he not be? She was brave, strong and smart. You however didn’t really see yourself that way, even if you were this grate Eternal.

Kingo suntured up to your side and you didn’t notice his presence until he bumped your shoulder with his. You jumped a little at the contact and turned your head to see him.

“Woah sorry, was I interrupting a deep thought there?” he questioned teasingly.

“No, just admiring the atmosphere.” a blush creeps up on your cheeks and you hope he doesn't noticed. ‘uh huh’ he wigglys his eye brows at you. He holds up a cup to you, taking it you nod in thanks.

“Thanks,” you take a sip. A taste of wine hits your tounge.

“Are you sure you weren’t admiring a certain tall dark haired, blue eyed jerk?” he jabs.

You almost choke on your drink at his words and your eyes widen. So he did notice you staring at Druig. Grate, here comes Kingos mockery or worse he was going to go gossip to Sprite and then you'd never get peace.

“I wasn’t looking at Druig.” You mumble into your cup, taking another sip.

“I think its cute you have a little crush on him,” he says. “Even if he is an ass, you should tell him how you feel.”

You shake your head.

“That's a horrible idea.” you say.

“Why? We don’t know how much longer were going to be here.” He offers.

As much as he was probably right, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being right. You all didn’t know when Arishem would contact Ajak to let you all know when you were going home. After all the Deviants were now defeated and the humans were safe.

“I can’t! he likes Makkari anyways.” You pointed out.

You couldn’t help but look back at the pair again. It made tears well up in your eyes thinking about how you’ll never have something like that with someone, let alone with Druig. Druig pulls Makkari into a side hug before she zips off again. He looks out and sees you and Kingo staring at him and his eyes meet yours for a moment. Your breath catches in your throat and you tear your gaze away as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hopped that he couldn’t tell you were crying. You didn’t want Kingo to see you get all worked up either so you shook your head and bit back tears.

You suddenly had an epiphany. You looked down at the cup Kingo had handed you, swirling the liquid inside you sighed and began to lift the cup up to your lips and tilting your head back, downing the alcohol.

Bottoms up. you thought.

If you could just forget about your crush for one night. Forget Druig for one night maybe you could finally get over your dumb fantsy.

The taste of berries filled your tongue and the bittersweet flavor ran down your throat. It began to cloud your mind as you drank. Kingo watched in horror as you took only a few gulps and finished your cup. You let out a small hiccup and he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Hey, take it easy there.” he warns, holding his hand out to you.

“I'm fine.” you tell him.

You push past him in search of another drink and he is hot on your tail.

You found Gilgamesh holding a bottle when he put it down at the table he was seated at and you rushed over. picking it up you pour yourself a glass and chug that whole cup.

“Y/n, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

Kingo advised.

Kingo considered you one of his closest friends, a sister even so he hated seeing you in distress. He wanted to help you in any way he could but he wasn’t sure what to do with your sudden burst of wanting to get completely drunk. He watched you drink and drink at least six cups of Gils special wine he made for these occasions. You were completely intoxicated at this point and everything looked blurry and you felt dizzy.

When you went to get one more cup Kingo finally stepped in and took it from your hand just before you brought it up to your lips. You pouted at him and whined.

“okay y/n/n, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” he warned. Pulling the cup away from your hands that were making grabbing motions for it as he was holding above your head out of your reach.

“Common Kingo, I just want one more glass!” You grumble still reaching for it.

“no! you've had enough.” he states firmly. “We should get you back to the Domo, you're super drunk right now.”

“Don’t be silly mister, I'm as sober as priest!” you slurred.

You were swaying around and you almost fell on your butt a few times. Kingo had put the cup down and you’re reaching up and poking his cheek with your pointer finger. Kingo huffs as he takes both your hands in his and pulls them away.

“Okay now Im definitely taking you to Ajak.” he starts pulling you along but you stop him.

“No!” you say frowning. “I wanna dance.”

He tries to keep tugging you in the direction he last saw Ajak but he doesn’t want to somehow end up hurting you.

“let's go dance!”

You pull him into the circle of people dancing to an upbeat rhythm. You let go of his hands and you're swaying to the beat on flimsy legs. As you moved around it almost looked like a baby faun learning to walk on its legs for the first time. You didn’t care. Your mind was too hazy to care about the eyes staring at you and the concerns as you let the music engulf your soul. It felt like you were on auto pilot, like you didn’t have control over anything but you did at the same time.

Sometimes later you were walking around on your own, pretty much making a fool out of yourself. At some point in the night you had taken off your shoes and were now dancing around barefoot. Kingo had lost you about fifteen minutes ago when he got distracted by a couple of maidens who wanted his attention. You didn’t care though you just kept dancing around not caring about anything around you.

You kept spinning around until your back was flush against something, or someone. You smiled dopily up at the person as your hand found its way into their hair. Your eyes were closed as you felt them put their hands on your hips firmly. It tickled you slightly and it made you squirm against the persons chest. The padded armor digging into your back as it arched against them.

“Kingo,” you giggle.

“Not quite.” the voice answered. You open your eyes and tried to adjust them. A pair of blue eyes instead of brown ones stared into yours. It was Druig, you smiled lazily and turned around throwing your arms around his neck. You’re completely unaware you were in your crushes arms who broke your heart every time you saw him.

“Druig!” You exclaimed.

He stands there looking at you with confusion as you’re swaying in his arms with a dopey grin on your face as you trip once more and now flush against him with your chest to his.

“What has gotten into you tonight little dove?” he hums.

“Well, I had this many cups of Gils wine and now I feel so grate.” You held up your hand and lifted four fingers in front of his face while you talked. If that were true there's no way you’d be this drunk with any other wine, but with Gilgamesh's special wine that he made if the Eternals ever wanted to get drunk, you would be hammered in minutes.

“Sounds to me like your drunk little one,” he raises his eyebrows.

“Im not drunk,” you frown.

“Oh yeah? what’s 34 x56?” He smirks.

you ponder for a moment and struch your nose not a second later, a sign that you gave up on the thought.

“Pfft, you know I hate math Druig!” You say waving your hand. He chuckles mostly to himself at your antics. Druig wasn’t sure what to do but as he stood there with you in his arms, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort having you be this close to him. As you rambled on about something completely random, Kingo found you came over and widened his eyes at the sight before him.

“Y/n! i've been looking all over for you.” he says.

“Kingo!” you shout. “Ive just been talking with Druig you know he's a good listener?”

He looks between you both a little stund to see you clinging to Druig.

“Did you have more to drink even though I told you not too?”

“I only had four more, besides I'm busy with Druig.”

“Im taking you to bed missy.”

Kingo reaches to pry you off of Druig and when he does you break out of Kingos hold and wrap your arms around Druig‘s torso and smile contently, Burying your face in his neck. You can’t see but Druig is blushing profusely at your actions and Kingo has an amused look on his face. Druig glares daggers at Kingo when his snicker catches his ears.

“Don’t. say. a. word.” Druig warns at a still smirking Kingo.

“I'm gonna go find, Ajak stay here.” he informs him. Taking off now you and Druig are left alone again.

“You know you’re my favorite person?” You look up.

Druigs heart beat speeds up at this. He knows he doesn’t get along with everyone in the team. Sprite annoyings him, he thinks ikaris is an arrogant ass. Everyone else he kinda tolerates, but you and Makkari he’s found to care for the most. Makkari always seems to know what hes thinking before he even knows it and they had grown a close friendship. You however, you always had this soft disposition about you everyone seemed to gravitate towards. So for you to say hes your favorite person brings something to the surface of his feelings to you.

He just blinks back at you speechless, his thoughts falter for a moment thinking maybe because your mind was so clouded you didn’t really know what you were saying. One look at your doe eyes stops his rambling brain.

“You have the most pretty eyes,” you suddenly say, causing him to blush once more. You smile noticing this.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” you giggle.

After a minute or so of you making the brooding eternal turn a deep scarlet.

Kingo comes back with Ajak followed by Gilgamesh, Sprite and Sersi. They all crowded around you both with amused smirks seeing you being so cuddly around Druig holding him like a life line.

“I see the problem.” Ajak speaks.

“How is it even possible that she's drunk?.” Sprite asks.

“I made it that way on purpose, just for fun if we ever wanted to know what it was like to get drunk like humans do, although I didn’t think ” Gilgamesh says.

Ajak lifts his hands in the air as gold sybols appear on her finger tips, she walks towards you and reaches up to your head. She places her finger tips on your temples and your eyes roll back and you pass out. You go slump in Druigs arms as he catches you. He places his arm under you legs and swopes you up cradling you against his chest.

“Im sorry she was so cligy to you Druig but that just happens to be the side affects.” Gilgamesh shurgs. “I'll take her back to the Domo”

Gilgamesh makes a move to take you from Druig but a protectiveness lurches up from him before he realizes.

“No it's okay, I can take her back to the Domo.” Druig’s tone is a little possessive. When everyone gives him a confused look he realizes and clears his throat.

“All right..” Gill shrugs.

Everyone looks at him befuddled with wanting to take care of you. Ajak just watches him with a knowing look as he maneuvers carefully past the group and makes a beeline to the starship.

He reached your room without runing into any of the other Eternals. Thankfully. He laid you down on the bed, your sandals were still vacant from your feet and he didn’t even want to think about undressing you so you stayed in your festival robes. He pulled the covers over your body and tucked you in, brushing a stay piece of hair out of your eyes.

You stirred at the touch and your eyes blinked open looking up at him softly. Druig was about to leave when you snatched his wrist. He looked back at you and your eyes were now pleading for him.

“will you stay?” you muttered your mind was still fuzzy but slowly coming back.

He nodded and moved so he was against your headboard and you laid your head on his peck and snuggled into him.

“You know I cared about you?” you mumbled, sleep taking over your mind.

He inhaled as you said that. No one has ever said anything like that to him in all his years. Again he wasn’t sure if it was because you were still so intoxicated or if it was making you speak your mind for once. You were always so shy when it came to talking, its not like you were quiet around Kingo thought, it took you time to warm up to everyone, but with Druig you seemed the most shy around. Deep in his heart he wanted that to be true, wanted you to care for him the same way he did. But he was terrible at expressing his feelings and others. With Makkari it was easy because she got alone well with him and the two shared a close bond.

When she came up to him tonight, she saw he was staring at you from across the hall. She teased him about it, saying how obvious he was being, but you were too occupied with the

He watched as you fell into a deep slumber a soft smile on your lips. He soon too fell asleep with you in his arms.

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the next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You were confused as you took in your surroundings. You were in bed but still in your same clothes from the party last night. Feeling warmth beneath you it took you a second to realize someone was holding you. Panic ran through your brain as you thought about last night. You got so drunk last night you can’t remember a thing. You slowly sat up trying not to wake the person and when you saw who it was, you're jaw dropped.

Druig was sleeping and snoring softly against your headboard. You sat up more and your mind raced. What the hell did this mean exactly? Then you thought the worst thing was you had slept with him last night. As small anxiety attack bilt Druig was waking up due to your movement. He saw you in a panic state and he reached out to put an arm on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“What the hell happened last night?” you responded.

“You got pretty drunk last night and I took you back to your room and made sure you were okay,” he explains. “You asked me to stay, so I did.”

You were so confused.

“Did anything else happen… like between us?…” you motion your finger between you and his eyes widen and cheeks turn bright red, knowing exactly what you were implying.

“No, no, of course not, you did say some things though..” he trails off.

That caught your attention. You looked at him mortified and a feeling settled in your stomach, the nerves building up again. You prayed to arishem you didn’t say anything you’ll regret or worse.

“What exactly did I say?”

He shrugged and looked right into your eyes.

“Just that, you cared about me and…”

He kept trailing off like he didn’t want to tell you, like some sort of secret.

“You kept complmenting me, whatever, Its not like you meant it, you were drunk.” he brushed it off.

You thought, now or never.

“What if i did?” you voiced.

“what?”

“mean those things…”

There was pause.

“Then what If i told you I felt the same?”

Your breath hitched. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears and a blush creep up your cheeks. Could it be true? All this time pining over Druig you thought he could never love you the same way but here he was, in your bed as both of you stared at each other. A deep feeling of confession sat on your tongue as he moved closer to you, his knees now touching your tucked legs. But it quickly went away and you slumped when you remembered last night.

“Yeah but you love Makkari.” You say.

He looks taken back at your words. Like you just slapped him and he frowns.

“I don’t love Makkari like that. We're just friends.”

“Then how come you two were talking last night? laughing and smiling you're always so close and off to the side together!” You accuse.

“She was trying to give me advice, get me to talk to you. She knew that I liked you and knew Id never have the courage to admit my true feelings for you!” He explains.

Now you felt stupid. You mentally hit your head. How could you be so quick to assume that they were together. You regret even mentioning Makkari as you’re sure you’ve ruined any chance you thought you had with the mind controler.

Druig searched your face as you sat there deep in thought. He took your hands resting on your lap into his and rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs. It took you right out of your trance and you gazed into his blue eyes as he spoke from his heart.

“I have cared about you since we arrived on this planet… and I didn’t realize my feelings until last night, when I saw you talking with Kingo I just felt this rage buildup inside me and I didn’t want him near you, I wanted to be the one laughing and standing next to you.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes trying to calm himself down. He's waited so long to finally get you alone and tell you this for so long and now he's had the courage to finally do it and it scares him.

“I don’t want to lose you, ever. And I know Im not as strong as the others or-“

You thought it was cute that he was nervous and rambling, but you couldn’t bear to hear him talk himself down like that. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look you in the eyes and he immediately stopped. His heart sped up when you leaned your forehead to his.

He was so much more than anything you could hope for and you told him that. You could see his face light up with your admirational comments. You wanted to tell him over and over how special he was, not just as a person but to you as well.

“I care about you too.” you say tearfully, a small smile grazing your lips and he sighs.

“I'm sorry for assuming you liked Makkari, I should’ve just seen that you two were nothing more than friends but I was just so jealous!” You say.

“You never have to apologize my love, especially to me.” He professed.

“And you sir never have to be anything more than yourself. I love you for everything you are.” You gush. There's a dopey smile on his face when you finish and he can’t take it anymore. the love he had for you was erupting more in his chest and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his in a soft kiss. You pulled you closer by the waist. You laughed into his mouth and he smiled against your lips as everything you’ve both wanted to say pours into this kiss. You were never felt so happy in your existence that Druig was finally yours and you were his.

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a/n: Ive never been drunk before.. soo I hope I did good lol! Please let me know what you thought!

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Druig was the most infuriating Eternal, it was about time you showed him just how much you hated him

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut, porn with no plot, hate sex, d/s dynamics, oral (f & m receiving), AFAB reader, degradation, praise towards the end, sub/brat reader, hard dom! Druig, partly wall sex, hinting to a relationship but never fully said, a lot of dialogue, one time use of daddy, one line of breeding, briefly uses his powers on you once with permission, overuse of the word pretty, sweet sweet aftercare,, not proofread!!

based on the song Ego by Sarah Kennedy

NOT PROOFREAD and had to cut parts out

Baby stroke my ego

Will you tell me please? And watch my heart take a hold of me

‘you’re infuriating.’ you breathed out, back against the hard wall. his hands roamed every part of you they could get to. ‘that’s what you said last time but i still fucked you senseless.’ his lips ghosted every inch of your neck as he left as many marks as possible. ‘yeah but...’ you trailed off as he sucked on your sweet spot just below your ear. letting out a low, quiet moan you bucked your hips against his, moving your hands to roam his chest only for his hands to leave your body and grab your arms. ‘last time still isn’t the best fuck i’ve had.’ you were riling him up.

‘shut up and stay still like my good little whore, yeah darlin?’ his accent was thick, his eyes clouded with lust as he moved from your neck to your face and stared at you while moving to grip your wrists in his left hand above your head. trying to lean forward in a pitiful attempt to catch his lips, you fail and a hand wraps itself around your neck. ‘no baby, you gotta tell me please.’ it wasn’t even three minutes in and he had already had enough of your shit.

Baby stroke my ego Will you kiss my pride? And watch the lights change inside my eyes

‘you don’t need an ego boost.’ his lips hovered over yours. he was so close to giving you what you wanted but you knew he wouldn’t until you relented first. with his incredible strength holding your wrists against the wall above you, he gave you no room for upper body movement so you had no choice. wrapping your legs around his waist you pulled him closer, his lips almost colliding with yours. ‘come on pretty,’ he whispered quieter than a mouse, ‘use your words for me.’ and so you did.

‘please Dru, please fuck me. i want you, need you.’ moving his right hand from your neck, he grabbed your thigh hiking it further up his hip as he began grinding his hard, clothed girth against you. he left no time for you to protest as his lips smashed against yours in a rage filled kiss. slowly trailing his hand up from your thigh to your hip, to your tits, back to your neck and finally resting it on your jaw; he tilted your head up giving him better access to deepen the kiss.

teeth against teeth, tongues fighting each other neither of you wanting to give in yet all it took for your guard to crumble was a light bite to your bottom lip as he pulled away leaving you whining.

If I could walk into your mind Take your hand and show you mine Show you things you wouldn't like to see but you would like to be

‘i’ll let you cum here if i get to go inside your mind.’

‘Druig we’ve never done that...’ you got quieter as the sentence went on and before you could continue you were interrupted. ‘i’ll be here the whole time but if you don’t want to we can go straight to my bedroom.’ even through all the bickering and sarcastic comments this moment defined him as a person. he would argue with you for days but the moment he had you at his mercy he wanted to make sure you were on board. Druig might have been a dick but he cared and that was evident now more than ever.

‘do it. take control of me.’ he would only ever go inside your mind fully when you gave him permission but never had he used it in a sexual sense. the hatred was never true, sure you almost punched him a few times and sure you’ve threatened each other on countless occasions but never have you really hurt him. he treated you well when he wasn’t bullying you to the point of hate fucking.

watching as he looked up at your from between your thighs, you saw his pretty blue eyes turn gold before you lost all controllable feeling. you could still see what was happening, my god you could feel it too but it was heightened. you had no control over yourself but you still knew what was happening.

still looking at him you could see he was kissing along your thigh so how was it you could still hear his voice. keep your arms against the wall pretty girl, just like that with your wrists crossed. if he was in your mind does that mean he could talk to you through your thoughts? there was no way else he could talk since his mouth was busy leaving bites and bruises against the plush skin of your thigh.

Baby stroke my ego Say it from your knees Some say it's evil I say it's me

having full control of yourself again, as much control as you could around Druig, you pulled him up by his jackets collar till he was up against you yet again. smirking at your dusty cheeks, coloured with the glow of your orgasm, he tried to kiss you but you put your index finger against his mouth before he had the chance. ‘i’m not stroking your ego anymore.’ turning yourselves around, you now had him up against the wall in a place you were not even two minutes ago.

‘no baby course not, you’ll be too busy stroking something else.’ he gripped your jaw tilting his head up to get a better look at you before pushing your shoulder down until you were on your knees. pawing at his trousers, you freed him from his boxers; his tip was leaking pre cum begging for you to touch it. instantly you places him in your mouth not hesitating to take him as deep as you could. he bucked his hips at your eagerness pushing him further down your throat causing you to choke and gag. it only spurred him on further as he watched drool dribble at the base of his cock as your nose pressed against his pelvis.

before he could release, he swiftly pulled you off of him. ‘need to cum inside you, sweetheart, not yet.’

Baby lose your patience Take what you need See it's fine to be like me

leading you into his bedroom, he dropped you in the centre of his king sized bed, rippling the sheets as you bounced slightly at the soft impact. the primal need had taken over the both of you; your clothes being all but ripped off.

Druig was harsh, cruel even, as he entered you being graceful enough to give you only a few seconds before he started his assault on your dripping core. wrapping a hand around your pretty neck his face twisted at raw pleasure.

‘who’s. your. fucking. daddy?’ he growled tightening his hold around your throat, each word was punctuated with a harsh thrust as he pounded into you relentlessly. ‘huh? who owns you and this pretty fucking body?’ his grip never loosened but you didn’t want it to. struggling to find words you brought your hand up from his thigh to his arm and tapped twice signalling you needed more air.

loosening his hand but still keeping it firmly on your neck he allowed you time to breathe while still fucking into you. ‘you, Druig, always you.’ you spoke as you turned your head to face his wanting to feel all of him. knowing what you needed he brought his lips to yours once again. it was always heated when the two of you were like this, pure hatred coursing through each of your veins. you had lost count the amount of times Druig had you like this, there was no point in keeping track because you know it would just happen again, over and over. both of you refusing to admit it but it was clear as day; the purposeful teasing and arguing, one always finding a flaw with what the other is doing leading to a fight that ends up with you at his mercy.

If I could walk into your mind Take your hand and show you mine Show you things you wouldn't like to see But you would like to be

by now, you were a fucked out mess and he noticed that. ‘look so pretty when you cum around me darlin, you’re my good little fuck toy, yeah?’ he was trying to keep you from slipping away, your exhaustion obvious. nodding in response you squeezed his hand before speaking in a soft quiet voice, ‘breed me Dru, wanna feel all of you, all of the time.’ he moans at your words, burying his face in your chest you could feel his breathing get heavier and heavier until you brought your free hand up to face to pull him into one final kiss.

feeling his hips stutter and his rhythm grow in speed, you moved your hand from his cheek to his hair you tugged lightly still intertwining tongues and hands. that final feeling, you pulling him back to you, he whimpered as he came inside you; painting your walls white he continued lazily fucking you through his orgasm as your body became too sensitive too quickly. moaning in pain and pleasure, you took your hand away from his hair and tried with all your might to push at his chest but instead only lightly brushed against it.

understanding your silent message he lifted himself off of you, finally removing his hand from yours and pulling out of you. cum dripped out of your weak hole, ‘my beautiful, beautiful girl.’ he used his thumb to swipe at the dribbling liquid only to push it back into you. a whine escaped your lips as you gave a feeble attempt to close your legs, stopped by Druig’s muscly arms. he gave a low chuckle before reaching over to his bedside table and opening his drawer in search of a handkerchief.

as he wiped away the mess, you tried to roll over already half swept away by the call of slumber. stopping his motions, Druig throws the handkerchief somewhere in the room and cuddles down behind you. lifting your fucked out body up so he could place an arm under your neck and the other wrapped around your waist, he found one of your hands making its way into his. nuzzling into your neck he broke the comforting silence.

'are we still on for that date?’

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can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack. The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing. You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting. A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend. We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years. Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you. He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already? We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection. You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig. Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind. Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you. As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew. You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again. It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig. You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous. You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine. He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom. You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was. It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek. You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list. His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed. Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time. Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer. To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head. Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine. Fine, I said! Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours. You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you. No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could. His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

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Sersi and Ikaris stood happily at the altar, gazing deeply into one another’s eyes. The town was in a frenzy around them, happily buzzing to celebrate their union. Off to the side, the rest of us were stuck watching the affair take place.

Sersi glanced over Ikaris’ shoulder to look at us and I offered her an overly enthusiastic thumbs up. Makkari didn’t find my gesture very encouraging and kicked me with her boot. I looked at her over my shoulder and shrugged. She only rolled her eyes.

I shifted my gaze over the other Eternals and first found Kingo who looked teary-eyed. Gilgamesh wasn’t far off from Kingo and Thena watched with a vacant but amused expression. Sprite looked like she was trying to look anywhere but directly at Sersi and Ikaris, while Ajak nodded her head toward the couple in approval. Phastos’ eyes were full of curiosity as he surveyed the people bustling around us.

Druig was the only one who caught my wandering eyes and dropped his left eye into a quick wink. I shifted my eyes away from him immediately, quickly averting them to Sprite. Looping my arm through hers, I tried to pull her thoughts away from Ikaris and Sersi for a moment.

“You doing alright, Sprite?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked bitterly. “It’s a happy occasion.”

“Right,” I muttered. “I don’t know why I asked.”

“Ignore her, she’s just moody,” Kingo whispered to me, dropping an arm over my shoulders. “The rest of us are fully capable of talking about our feelings, right?”

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to attack me?”

“Probably because he is,” Sprite chimed in, turning her attention to Kingo and I.

“Oh so I try to be supportive of you and the only thing that gets your attention is Kingo making jokes?”

“At your expense, sure,” Sprite smiled smugly. “Going to do anything to change his mind?”

I flashed my middle finger at her and Sprite returned the gesture. A smug look accompanied the gesture, taking a permanent hold of her face for the time being.

Kingo seemed proud of himself and patted my shoulder approvingly. He dropped his hands to join everyone in a thunderous sound of celebratory applause at the end of the ceremony. As I joined in with the applause, I matched Sprite’s less enthusiastically paced claps. She looked over at me upon noticing what I was doing and I winked at her.

“I need a drink,” she grumbled under her breath.

“Make sure it’s caffeine free!” Kingo called after her. “It’s already past your bedtime!”

I laughed at the sight of Kingo chasing after Sprite, hurling more backhanded comments at her. Sprite was more than capable of handling things on her own, especially Kingo and his teasing antics. She had a quick tongue that had the ability to catch even Kingo off his game every now and again.

“And to think, we could’ve had two things to celebrate today,” Phastos’ voice drifted through my ears as he bumped his arm with mine.

“You were going to get married? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh leave her alone,” Thena added, approaching Phastos and I with Gilgamesh in tow.

“You’re supporting this?” Phastos asked.

“No,” she scoffed. “Figured that’s her choice though. Not much the rest of us can do about it, can we?”

“Why does everyone have this sudden interest in my life?” I asked, gazing around at the trio with curious eyes.

“Because we don’t want to see you die an old, lonely spinster,” Gilgamesh joked.

“Or because we have a bet--” Gilgamesh smacked Phastos’ arm, cutting off the remark Phastos was going to make.

“Is no one really gonna say it?” Thena asked, earning no response. “Fine. I’ll say it. You and Druig have been doing this same dance around each other for years.”

“Why doesn’t anyone harass Druig about any of this?” I asked, my eyes traveling through the crowd to find him.

“Over there,” Phastos turned the top of my head. “You know, not that it matters. Because you totally weren’t looking for him.”

Druig leaned against a wall, watching Makkari interact with a group of men seated across from them. There was a pile of things on the table and I knew Makkari was striking up some sort of deal with the men. I didn’t miss the one man swiping something from the table once Makkari turned her back to them, caught up in something Druig had said to her.

“He just does that to get a rise out of you,” Gilgamesh spoke softly.

“Childish if you ask me,” Thena muttered, earning a sharp slap in the arm from Gilgamesh. “What are you getting mad at me for? Druig is the one doing it!”

“I appreciate the pep talk, guys,” I hummed, looking away from where Makkari and Druig continued to talk. “Really, but we’ve got our entire lives to figure it out. Maybe one of these days we’ll get around to it.”

Thena opened her mouth but Gilgamesh was quick to silence her. Phastos placed a comforting hand on my back, patting it softly. I offered him a small smile, a silent thank you for his support. He returned it before pulling his hand away, turning to congratulate Sersi and Ikaris.

Sersi and Ikaris were surrounded by a growing group of people who all hoped to wish them well for the remainder of their days. None of them could comprehend what a bond like this really meant, but if anyone was going to have a huge ceremony like this to celebrate their love, it was certainly the two of them. I couldn’t stop my own eyes from searching for Druig, who was lurking somewhere far away from this sea of people.

“You should talk to him,” Ajak encouraged, coming to stand on my left. “Even Sprite is sick of seeing the two of you dance around the subject.”

I followed Ajak’s nod toward Sprite in the crowd and rolled my eyes.

“Sprite is one to talk about dancing around the subject,” I retorted, receiving a middle finger from the red-headed girl across the way.

I sent her one back, running my eyes through the crowd of bodies that were dancing and celebrating. Smiles covered their faces, making Sprite’s angry expression stand out even more.

“It’s okay to do so, you know. You’re not mindless. You have hearts, wishes, desires. It’s okay to have feelings.”

“When was the last time you took that advice?”

“She’s got you there, Ajak,” a voice spoke up from behind me. A man dressed in a deep shade of purple took residence on my right side. “Why are we talking about Ajak’s love life anyway?”

“We weren’t talking about Ajak’s love life,” I countered. “Ajak and I were.”

“No,” Ajak disagreed. “You were deflecting.”

“Ah. Everyone seems to be doing that today. For a wedding, you’d think everyone would be a little more lively.”

Ajak chuckled under her breath. “Kingo, why don’t you help her loosen up. I don’t think she’s moved from this spot all night. Maybe she’ll listen to you.”

“That I can do,” the man responded, offering his hand to me. “C’mon, let’s show these people how to dance.”

“Kingo–”

“Nope, none of that,” he interrupted. “C’mon.”

He pulled me by the hand toward the group of people dancing and enjoying one another’s company. Kingo attempted to feel the beat of the song and the movement of his body led an unnatural laugh to leave my body.

“What? You don’t like this move?”

I shook my head, laughing at the way his body jerked from side to side. “What do you call that?”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking the Resistance? You know the side-to-side motion? Resisting the pull of gravity?”

“Absolutely not,” I protested with a loud laugh. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Dumbest?” Kingo fiend offense. “That’s harsh. I’ve heard Ikaris say at least fourteen things dumber than that. He’s not as smart as he thinks he is.”

“That I can agree with,” I nodded, allowing Kingo to spin me in a circle before dipping my body dramatically.

“You know, you should really go for it with Druig.”

“Oh my God, Kingo,” I groaned. “I thought you brought me out here to dance. To loosen up?”

Kingo shrugged. “That’s why Ajak wanted you out here. I brought you out here to make Druig jealous. Haven’t you felt his eyes on you the whole time?”

“What?” I asked.

“Seriously? You don’t feel that? His eyes are like daggers,” Kingo continued, looking over my shoulder. “Oh look, here he comes.”

On cue, I felt Druig’s arm snake around my waist. “Mind if I cut in, Kingo?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Kingo protested.” We were having some serious fun–”

“Wasn’t really a question, Kingo.”

“Uh, it’s fine,” I interrupted. “Right, Kingo?”

“Yeah,” Kingo shrugged. “You two have fun!”

As Druig steered me away from the crowd, I shot Kingo a look behind Druig’s back. Kingo mimicked my thumbs up from before and I rolled my eyes, flipping him the bird. Even though Druig didn’t look, I heard him laugh to himself, and I knew that somehow, he knew what I had done.

I expected him to stop once we found our way out of the crowd and I was surprised when we didn’t. His arm left my back as we walked up the stairs and I hated the feeling that bubbled in my stomach at the loss of contact. He rounded the corner at the top of the stairs which was very dimly lit.

With the limited lighting, it was hard to make out the terrain in front of me and I lost my footing. Before I went crashing to the ground, I was caught by the familiar touch I was previously missing.

“Did you have fun with Kingo?”

“Druig–”

“Did you?”

I shrugged, playing into the annoyance that was already coating his face. “A little.”

“A little?”

“Might’ve had more fun with someone else, though.”

A small smile graced Druig’s lips. “That so? Anyone specific in mind?”

I hummed, pretending to think it over. “Thought of asking Sprite. You think she’d be interested?”

“She didn’t seem to be in the best mood tonight,” Druig suggested. “So I’m not sure she’d be up for a dance.”

“And you? Are you the dancing type?”

“Not really, but for the right person I might be willing to give it a go.”

“Should I go tell Makkari her partner is waiting for her?” I asked with a raised brow.

Druig scoffed, tracing his tongue across his teeth. “So that’s what this is about. Why you haven’t looked at me all evening? You’re upset.”

“I’m not upset,” I reasoned. “I had everyone coming to talk to me about you tonight. I had to pretend like you and I haven’t been–”

“Sneaking around for months? You could’ve told them.”

“And give them the satisfaction of being right? Absolutely not.”

“So you’d rather let them annoy you instead? That makes perfect sense.”

I rolled my eyes, giving him a dumbfounded expression. “The point is, I was doing all that while you were off schmoozing Makkari.”

“Schmoozing,” Druig laughed. “That’s what I was doing? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“No,” I protested. “The only jealous person here is you. What was that whole thing with Kingo about?”

“That was entirely different. He had his hands on you.”

I rolled my eyes again but before I could say anything, Druig dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I smiled to myself at the gesture and tilted my head upward to meet his lips halfway.

“Oh my God,” a voice muttered, forcing Druig and I apart. Our heads spun, immediately finding the familiar face of Kingo. “Guys! You are never going to guess what I found! And more importantly, what you owe me!”

Druig groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“So much for our secret,” I muttered.

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Procesión de la Muerte (Procession of the Dead) - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader Halloween Oneshot

Pairings: Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader, Druig x Kaetlyn Word Count: over 4.0k Summary: How a wife's love for her emo-pacifist mind-controller husband accidentally created a centuries old legend of the Amazon Rainforest, ended up bringing to light one of the most sacred and honored celebrated traditions in South and Central America. Warning(s): Words that are bold and italisized indicate spoken in another language bc I can't speak nor write Spanish & don't want to offend anyone by using Google Translate, Angst, mention of death & genocide & war (fun stuff y'all), mentions of depression and PTSD, slight mention of blood, necromancy practices, probably really inaccurate descriptions of magic and magical practices, Kaet is seriously so gone for Druig (i fucking love these two dorks), Cerberus is the goodest boi,

Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!

There was an energy that encompassed the autumnal season’s high holiday that made its ancient magic so enchanting and powerful. It was a time known across practitioners of the mystic arts of any field that autumn was a season known more than for its abundance and harvest. It was a time of transformation, of when summer’s green fertility gave way to winter’s bleak barrenness. It was when the veil between the physical and spiritual planes was at its thinnest. A time in which both magic practitioners and mundane were able to catch the slightest glimpse to the other side. This was the time where magic was at its peak, and it was all because of you- his love; his wife; his angel of shadow & death who was also his harbinger of light & life.

Although the environment of his home rarely changes throughout the year, Druig still felt the unmistakable chills that danced on his bare skin that came with transition from summer to autumn, and from there approached winter’s foreshadowing. Despite the abandonment of summer’s warmth, the mind-controller Eternal was often teased by you for being considered an avid enthusiast for the unforgiving seasons by the standards of their family. However, it was Samhain that made your husband greet the year’s end with such glee. Furthermore, it was a day that would forever be etched into the bareness of his being by the testaments of your love and devotion towards him. Each act from you followed from an event that harrowed him.

But the only way to best understand was by starting at the beginning.

It was no secret that you worked best at night with the only witnesses to your work being the moon and stars. Although you adored the bustling livelihood that thrived in the village you and your husband created, there was something about the darkness and solitude of the night that made Kaetlyn feel more connected to her magic than the garish light of day could ever dream to accomplish. It was common for Kaetlyn would burn the midnight oil conducting experiments and immerse herself in research to secrets that still remained a mystery to her – even after 7000 years of existence.

Meanwhile, Druig would fall into a deep state that vaguely resembled a still corpse if it were not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest in tandem with his breathing. When the lily-pale mind-controller fell asleep, there was little that could get him up from his slumber. Too many times Ajak had lectured him for how late he would sleep into the day – not to mention the staggering occurrences in which he would accidentally sleep through a natural catastrophe. It became commonplace for their former leader to ask his lover to awaken him in the most compromising acts. It was inconvenient, but it got the job done.

But since the couple separated from their family as a result of witnessing the fall and horrific genocide of the once glorious Aztec civilization centered around Tenochtitlan from the Spanish Conquistadors, there would be nights where Druig would be unable to fall asleep. It did not matter what he would do in attempt to tire him, his memory of fire and screams plagued his mind in an endless cycle of misery and devastation. It did not matter that he prevented further bloodshed by taking over the minds of the humans; it mattered even less when he and his angel led the horde of mortals south from the ruins to the land that they now call home. Sleep always evaded the somber Eternal, and whatever sleep he managed to get would be afflicted by memories turned nightmares of the horrors he had been forced to witness as a bystander to humanity’s cruelty by orders of their former leader.

The sight of your dearest in such agony tore your heart in the most brutal manner. Although you had also been long tormented by watching 7000 years of destruction, your heart had been hardened as a consequence to the multitude of deaths that you had to personally oversaw as a physician and a fighter. While you still carried hope for mankind, most of the naïve idealist dreams expired with time. However, this was not the case for Druig. You knew more than anyone that the strength of your lover’s will was overshadowed by the tenderness in his heart for those weaker than him and his family. It was that persisting quality of the beautiful mind-controller that drew the impulsive shadow wielder into his orbit, and eventually what caused such enduring steadfastness from your part.

It was not without tremendous effort from his wife’s part to get the immortal insomniac to get some rest. But all of your efforts were wasted on her part. Every night you would lead Druig to your shared bed, and whisper sweet words of comfort, as well as voicing your desperate pleas for him to finally rest. You would carefully stroke the firm lines of his frame with the tender touch of her fingertips, quickly finding areas of taut muscle to knead away any knots with your skillful hands. You had created countless versions of sleeping draughts that would calm his mind, and thousands of potions that would prevent him from dreams. But memories held more power than dreams, and so all of your efforts were met with the continued grief of your beloved.

Not being able to bear the sight of Druig’s turmoil, you decided to take further action. With your talents in the arcane, you designed a complex ritual that could only be completed at a grand scale- one that would take over an entire continent. It involved a form of magic that took up so much power and energy, it was only to be used as a last resort in any form of situation- necromancy. A magic that was only possible in theory, its crudest form was born before the outermost Walls of Babylon had yet to be constructed. You were approached by a shaman that was outcasted by her tribe when her husband discovered that she had been sacrificing their livestock to Ereshikigal, the Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead that ruled the Underworld. The woman had thought the Eternal to be the goddess herself, and begged you to allow the woman to see her late son that died in a raid.

Replying with only that her son was in peace in the higher dome in the heavens, you advised the shaman to return to her husband and perform a cleansing ritual to purify their home from the anger of the murdered animals. However, the shaman only pressed further, blurting out that the spirit of her son had been calling out to her in dreams. She revealed that she would stop until her son was at peace in the arms of Anu in An. Against you better judgement, you allowed yourself to be swayed by the mother’s grief, telling her that she would try her best to guide her son to the heavens so that he may rest in peace, but there would be no guarantee of success. After the woman gave her thanks by kneeling to the ground in a deep bow, you set off to work.

The Eternal spent months scouring over texts that theorized the use of magic manifestation, and detailed dreams of the dead rising. You recruited Makkari to search for more artifacts and texts in efforts to make the poor woman’s request a reality, a favor the silent speedster was more than happy to fulfill. It was only when winter was soon to be upon them that you were able to summon enough energy to prepare the ritual. Tracing a circle into the earth to serve as a temporary portal to the spiritual realm, the Eternal carved in the symbols that would allow you to put greater focus into directing the energy in the circle to attract the spirit’s energies before trapping it within its boundaries. From there, you would use the symbols that you painted on your skin to allow the magic around you to deconstruct the spirit’s current form into unbound electromagnetic particles, before reconstructing the matter into a more visible form. This flow of energy and change in the state of matter could only be achieved by physically placing your hands in the center of the circle. Using a mixture of your blood and the mother’s as a medium for the spirit to bind to so that there would not be such a large gap in the energy needed to activate the spell, it was finally complete.

It should have not have come as a surprise to her when she lost consciousness towards the end of the ritual. The raw power that connected her body to the earth felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her veins. The painted symbols became carvings as they dug into her body with searing pain as blood poured from the wounds. And though her body collapsed and she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, Kaet knew that she was successful. As she laid on the ground, two words belonged to a young man’s voice echoed in her ear.

“Thank you.”

And from a budding magical practitioner’s too soft heart, came forth the rawest and crudest form of one of the most innately unstable and powerful fields of magic- necromancy.

From that day, the symbols took permanent residence on your skin, along with the ability to see the dead that were tied to the physical world, unable to move on for whatever reason. And although you adored your newfound power, Druig made you promise to never commit such acts on your own ever again. The ancient witch was met with screams of panic from Sersi when she and Sephia ventured out in search for you after seeing that you had not been in your room that morning. The site of you lying in a pool of your own blood with unfamiliar symbols etched into your skin was haunting to say the least.

The risk of your husband staring at you with glaring disappointment and furious worry was one worth taking if it meant that he could finally allow himself to rest. It took years of careful preparation; painfully precise attention to detail and timing; and endless travels across the globe to scour for masters in various fields of magic that specialized in divination, transformation, and theology. After nearly 10 years, when the veils between the two worlds finally overlapped for magic to reach its peak- along with the aid provided by the appearance in the hare moon’s rarity (when the earth was in perfect alignment with the Sun and Moon)- you knew that there was no time better than now.

That night, you sent out your shadows to search for any souls from the same genocide that haunted her beloved, and if they were in a state of unrest. You handed the village’s Head Weaver a small leather bag filled with ebony wood beads strung together and red string. While you hated to keep secrets from Druig, you knew that he would be able to sense the shift in the energies that surrounded them if you were successful. When the preparations were finally completed and your oldest shadow informed you of the location of the ritual, you left the bracelet that the Weaver finished – enchanted with spell that would be activated the same time of the ritual – on your pillow of their bed as you laid a tender kiss on his brow before setting off with only Cerberus by your side.

When Druig rose from his slumber – still wrought with gunpowder and fire – he instinctually reached for his wife, only for his fingers to feel a smooth, rounded texture. Opening his eyes, he noticed that your pillow was cold, but showed signs being slept in from the previous night. While such a sight would cause a much more panicked reaction from the man, he was comforted by the small note that laid carefully next to his gift. Picking up the parchment, a sense of calm washed over Druig as he took in the notes of jasmine and myrrh that come from your natural parfum.

Contents of Letter Below it:

My dearest Beloved,

I am sure that my absence from our bed must have been a rather awful shock to you. Please know that I am more than well, and have only been informed of unusual occurrences full of malicious whispers and daunting sights. And as much as I adore our home and your company, you know more than anyone of how my curiosity cannot be satisfied with only rumors and tales. No, I decided that it would be best to see it with my very own eyes. And although it would bring me nothing but joy to have you by my side, I could not bear wake you from your slumber. Rest suits my love, and it has been decades since you have slept so fitfully. Your dreams have been a constant source of your misery, and I do believe that this area may hold some promise to show me of how to ease your mind.

Rest assured my darling that I have travelled alone in my endeavors, I would never be so careless as to travel so far from you without the company of our sweet boy. Do not dare tell another soul of this, but I believe that the trek will do our boy some good. He has grown very lazy as a result of your spoiling. Yes, your spoiling, Druig- all coddling of Cerbie has been solely enacted by you, and none whatsoever committed by me. Do not dare attempt to argue this matter with me, for I would deny it till my final breath (and you know how stubborn I can be).

What did you think of my gift? During one of my many wanderings in the woods surrounding our home, I spied a dying tree with jet-black lumber. It stood in solitude from its thicket, but that only made its splendor even more enchanting, so much so that it reminded me of you. I used one of its branches to make some wooden beads, and asked for some leather to bind them. Please make sure that you wear them at all times, as they’ll reveal a little secret that will be revealed to you on the night of the full moon that will be arriving soon.

All of my love for you and your heart,

Kaetlyn

Despite the overall lack of sleep over the years, all of Druig’s anxiety seemed to wash away at your thoughtfulness. The bracelet was very elegant in its simplicity, but he could tell that it was made to last for lifetimes. Placing it on his wrist, a blanket of subtle warmth washed over him as he admired the little symbols carved into the wood. Tracing his finger over the design, he certified them to match that were etched into his angel’s lovely form. He would recognize the markings anywhere; it would be shameful if he didn’t after spending hours tracing their outline with his tongue. The knowledge that the full moon’s rising would begin tomorrow, and last for around 2-3 days. Relieved that he would not be without the company of his love for very long, Druig prepared himself for another day in protecting the compound and the humans that reside within its boundaries.

After you managed to track down the location of the largest gathering of souls, you set off preparations for the ritual immediately. A ceremony of this magnitude would shift the energies between the two worlds for the rest of eternity, so it was imperative that there would be no mistakes. Sephia already had instructions of ensuring that pathways that followed the ley lines in her journey would remain clear of any natural obstacles. It seemed too perfect that the fall of such a grand civilization that met its end with war and genocide would be at the center of such innate hidden supernatural energy. Tracing the circle around the entire city, you sat at the top of the very same temple where she and Druig had last seen the others. As the time of the moon’s rising grew shorter, you could feel the power felt only like a whisper gradually grow into a rumbling growl. You could hear the spirits that surrounded her being pulled toward inside the circle.

Wrath

Grief

Betrayal

Woe

Pain- so much pain

But they would all be at peace in the end.

Before long, twilight passed and dusk had come and the stars glittered in the endless expanse of the darkness. But all had paled in comparison to the illustrious light of the moon. Every month during the full moon, you and your husband would spend the nights locked in each other’s embrace, frozen in their admiration of its ivory glow and taking in their heightened emotional energies.

You wondered it was natural to feel so much pleasure from the power that came from being bathed in the blood red rays that came from the rare eclipse. Cerberus watched in silent obedience, not daring to move in fear of disrupting his mother’s spell, and thus ruining all of her work.

As the moon’s shadow hit the circle, the outermost boundary began to glow. As the celestial body inched across the sky, the faint howls echoed until it ascended into a deafening roar. When the moon reached it apex – directly in the center of the circle – the symbols engraved to her skin glowed while the ground beneath her feet rumbled and sang as her body collapsed from the overwhelming pressure. You could faintly hear your beloved hound’s frantic barking in the distance, trying to scare away all and any threat that came to his mother and savior. But soon they lessened into panicked whimpers at the sight of the millions of forms that were appearing before his very eyes.

In a village far away, a certain brunette’s enchanted bracelet’s beads with identical scores began to hum and glow against the lily-petal pallor on his wrist.

Before the power could tear you apart, the moon passed the circle’s boundaries, and it borders and symbols no longer sang and glowed. And when you lifted yourself with as much strength she had, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over her your as tears streamed from your eyes from the overwhelming joy that flooded your heart.

“I’m sorry for the pain you’ve had to endure for so long, but I’m happy to tell you that it will not be for much longer.”

While normally Druig wouldn’t need to be so intensely involved in matters of the village, it allowed his mind distracted him from missing his wife enough to just through the day. In any case, the earthquake from last night frightened the residents of the compound with how close they were to winter. The days were getting shorter, and this meant that they needed to prepare for the harshness that would come for their crops, their families, and eventually their way of life. Multiple people came up to Druig to ask if last night’s earthquake was a sign of larger disaster brought by the gods. While he did his best to placate their concerns, the patience he had was wearing thin. Luckily Sephia managed to intercept their line of questioning before he would lose his temper, and he was able to take a short rest.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar barking in the distance that immediately caught his attention. Dashing out the hut he shared with you, he saw Cerberus sitting on his hind legs as his little tail wagged in glee and the little taps echoed in his ears.

“Cerberus,” he exclaimed in joy as he gathered the black Doberman in his arms, “where have you been? Where’s your mum?”

At the mention of his Mum, Cerberus immediately began tugging on his Da’s dark blue robe. While it wasn’t enough to cause any tear or inspire any panic, it did tell the man enough information to know that something or someone was coming- and it would be best that Druig gave his entire attention over it. Following his wife’s hound over to commune’s outermost edge, he was only met with the familiar chirps and song of the forest. A few minutes passed by and Cerberus remained still, as if he were just waiting for something great.

Suddenly, the fine hairs across Druig’s body stood up straight as an overwhelming presence of otherworldly beings began to approach close to where he and Cerberus stood. Sensing that they were no longer alone, the hound starting howling to the moon that hung above them. Running toward the strange energy, Druig watched in awed rapture at the figure that stood front center with familiar designs that glowed gold down their arms, leading the army of apparitions with a singular torch. Recognizing the haunting designs, Druig was engulfed in frozen wonder at the army that you managed to summon, and the control and strain your body had to endure to stage such a feat.

When the two ancient lovers reached one another, with only pockets of space between their bodies, Druig launched himself to embrace his angel. Gladly reciprocating the act, you made sure that the torch you were holding remained in the air as you let yourself be enveloped in the security of your husband’s arms while taking in the sweet smell of his sweat.

“I should have known that little rumble was from you,” he whispered while laying small and frequent kisses across her neck, “nothin’ you do can ever be done halfway, can it?”

“Never,” she whispered back, “are you ready for my surprise?”

You stepped aside so that her husband could truly understood what you had done. Although Druig was initially upset by the loss of warmth that came from you leaving his embrace, he stopped and stared at the sight ahead of him.

Hundreds of thousands of specters that held a pearly blue glow that went as far out as his eyes could take him. But instead of fear, Druig felt…warm, and strangely…at peace. Taking a step closer, he slowly reached out his hand as a way to ask for permission. The nearest spirit was that of a child, going no higher than his knee, eagerly taking his hand before a wide smile overtook his face.

“Hello Mister Druig, it has been so long.”

Eyes wide in shock, Druig turned his head to stare at his wife in disbelief.

It couldn’t be…it shouldn’t be possible. Then again, you always took the label “impossible” as just a simple label.

As Druig turned back to stare at vision before him, familiar faces that he thought were forever gone flooded his sight.

Before him were all the souls that were lost so young at the fall of Tenochtitlan over 10 years ago.

You did this…you brought them all back. As his body failed to support him in shock, all Druig could do was openly weep in joy at the knowledge that his love- his wonderful, incredible, truly magnificent marvel of a woman- risked everything so that these people could have just the slightest chance of closure and peace.

Taking your husband’s frame in your arms, you softly turned him until he could face you.

“Do you think there might be some space in our home for our guests, my dearest?” You asked with bright eyes and youthful mirth as you knew full-well his answer.

Druig could only let out a wet laugh – his tears hadn’t stopped, but he never felt so at peace and happy for so long.

“Kaet my darling,” he started, “nothing would give me more pleasure.”

500 Years Later

‘The Procession of the Dead had been a tale that has been passed down by the many indigenous tribes located in the Amazonian Rainforest for over twenty generations. They say that the first procession began as an act of mercy from Mictecacihuatl, who was known as the “lady of the dead.” Legends state that it was Mictecacihuatl who summoned the spirits of tormented souls, and led them on a journey across the Amazon rainforest so that the souls may find fulfillment and peace in order to move on to the afterlife. The earliest record of the procession stated that the procession began with a ritual of a cursed city, followed by a powerful earthquake. But it was granted by the Guardians of the Forest, as the trees and rocks cleared the path in order to make the journey easier for the merciful goddess. Although there have been multiple cases of alleged sightings of the legend even now, many of the tribes that still reside in the forest celebrate October 31st as the day where the dead would find peace in the physical world, before finally finding peace in their next life. It is for that reason that multiple towns in countries of South America will build a straw monument of Mictecacihuatl holding a burning torch, so that the spirits of the lost was make the journey for peace.’

A small boy with large aquamarine eyes and patiently sat in front of a large easel in his art room, gleefully listening to his favorite educational podcast. He loved to listen to the origins of how his birthday started out, even if he wasn’t there when it started.

“Hamish,” he heard his Da call out, “you wanna get ready so that we can make it to your Tio Phastos’ house in Chicago to meet with everyone! It’s rude for the birthday boy to arrive last!”

Making the finishing touches to the canvas, Hamish silently grabbed his Mimikyu costume from his bedpost before racing down the stairs. He couldn’t wait to show his Mami his painting when they got back tomorrow, she was going to love it!

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trinitytheorphan · 3 months

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“I wish I were Heather.” Pt 2.

Part 2 finally! pairing: Druig x Fem! Eternal! Reader Warnings: Angst to fluff. Confessions. Fluff and sad Druig. Then cute and cuddly Druig kinda. Idk really.

Your first thought, was of Druig, as he walked away from Ikaris. Ikaris and you we’re friends yeah, sometimes you’d joke around, like you’d pretend to be lovers, when your bored. So that’s why he kissed you. The man you did love, was Druig! Your Druig! I mean you were supposed to hate him, but how could you, you loved everything about him. He was your favorite person. So you had to find him. You followed him to his room. You heard everything his quiet sobs. You finally understood that what you to had was not hate, but love. And you would not stand by any longer thinking your love was unrequited. The thought of possibly being together and happy with him was almost too much to bear. But you quietly opened his door, to see him sitting on the edge of his bed, sobbing softly. Head in his hands.

You quietly approached him and wrapped you arms, around him. He looked up at you, eyes full of tears, he couldn’t bring himself to even tell you to go away, your presence was comforting. He grabbed you and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he cried. “Why are you here, Y/N?” He finally said, voice cracking, as he looked up at you, with a tear striking face.

“I’m here because I love you. And I want you to be ok. Do you understand?” You said softly as you wiped away the tears, softly. And smiled at him.

He nodded slightly not believing that you loved him, but you said it and that had to mean something, he caressed your face, softly, as he smiled a slight grin at you, happy to be with you.

“I love you too, my beautiful beautiful Y/N. Now hold me, please?” He asked, as he pleaded with you silently to hold him, wanting nothing more than to be close to you.

“Yes, Druig I’ll hold you as long as you want.”

AN; Hope you liked it! Let me know if you’d like me to write you something special! Pls and Ty! Stay safe! Luv y’all. And remember you are smart, beautiful, important and special!

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vxntagedior · 2 years

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sweet but psycho

summary | everyone thinks you’re just eye candy for druig but they don’t see the fire in your eyes

pairing | mob!druig x fem!assassin!reader

warning | violence, gun, blood, minor character death, possessive!druig, badass!reader

word count | 1.0k

The bar was barely lit, the dingy fixtures were flickering above you, it wasn’t your scene. Staying by the bar, you nursed your drink, keeping one eye on the door, and the other constantly looking to your side in the private section of the bar.

Druig sat in the back corner having an eye on everyone who came and entered, speaking into his ear piece keeping you up to date.

“Must I say, you look gorgeous, beautiful.” He mused, looking over the bar, seeing the silhouette of your red dress.

“Stop, I’m working.” You said firmly. You took your job seriously, you didn’t let life and love get in the way of business.

Your hand brushed over your thigh, confirming the location of your gun strapped under your dress, seeing a big group of men enter who were just as out of place as you and Druig.

The group of men, 8 at least all scattered through the floor, a few going towards Druig, some taking spots throughout the floor to keep an eye and one coming up to the bar next to you.

“We have two more outside.” Kingo’s voice filled your eyes, the rest of the Eternals had been placed inside and out the building to keep an eye on the two of you. You didn’t pay attention to the rest of your team, focusing on the man who was a few feet away from you.

Turning around, you looked back at Druig, the two men who came in coming up to his table. His eyes turned back to you, nodding his head, signaling for you to go.

Readjusting your dress, letting the red silk fall through your legs, pulling down the top of your dress a little bit to show off your breasts.

“How can someone like you be alone?” Bingo, you got him in. Fauxing a frown, you pout your lips a bit.

“Well.” You purse your lips, feigning an innocent look in your eyes. “I was supposed to meet my boyfriend for drinks after work, got off early, got all dolled up for him and he can’t even answer my texts.”

Druig was seeing red about the man who ate everything you said, seeing his hands on you, just wanting to walk up to him and talk some sense into him but remembering the situation at hand.

“I’d be happy to buy a drink.” He offered. “Maybe get to know each other a little more, forget about that boyfriend of yours.”

“I’ve already forgotten.” You teased.

Getting him in the palm of your hand was easy, and keeping him lured and constantly wanting more from you was a piece of cake. Just after a few drinks and a lingering touch on his thigh, he just melted in your hands.

Thinking of being able to walk out with you tonight, the man told you everything you asked about. His occupation, the dark business he was roped into, and finally what you needed, the location of crates that was stolen from Druig.

Looking across the room, you saw Sprite’s illusion nodding a head to you before leaving the building.

“You wanna take this little date of ours away from the bar and maybe to my apartment.” He smirked, his hand itching farther and farther up your thigh.

“C’mon stud.” You grabbed his hand, strutting out of the bar, the guy immediately pulling you closer to him, both of you pressed against the walls, his lips pressing kisses up your neck.

It was the worst feeling in the world, just wanting to replace him with Druig, his soft kisses. The man was sloppy, sucking harshly on your neck, feeling his teeth against your skin. Just before he could reach your lips, you heard someone clear their throat.

“Well what do we have here?” The familiar accent made you quiver, peaking your head over the man, seeing Druig standing in front of you.

“You need something man?” The man was clearly displeased with Druig getting agitated for ruining the moment.

“I do actually, you have something of mine, Duncan?” The man’s eyes widened in fear, finally recognizing who was in front of him. “Well two things.”

“D-Druig.” He stuttered. “S-sir.”

“I think we’re past formalities.” He said darkly. “You stole from me.”

You were able to reach for your gun before he could grab his, reloading your pistol, pushing it into his skull.

“Not another move.” You said harshly, shoving the tip of the gun into his skull, emitting a groan from.

“You have whores running around for you.” He laughed looking back at Druig.

“What did you call me?” Druig could see from a mile away you had the situation at you, letting him sit back and watch. “I’m not some whore.”

Loading your bullet, your finger ghosting the trigger, the guy laughed again. “You’re really stupid aren’t you, gonna shoot me outside a packed bar.”

“Well it’s my bar, I don’t think they’d mind.” He didn’t get to say anything more before you pushed the trigger, the bullet piercing straight through his skull sending him to the ground in a pool of his blood.

“No one calls me a whore.” You spat at him, shoving your heel into his back.

“That’s enough, beautiful.” Druig spoke, bringing you to him, his arms wrapping around your waist, taking the gun from your hands. “You’re my little psycho aren’t ya.”

“Better than a whore.” You scoffed. “Never want to be touched like that again.”

“Not even from me?” Druig pouted his bottom lip starting to quiver, playing the part of his little innocent act.

“Could never deny you.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his. Druig wasted no time getting to the point, his tongue poking against your lips, his tongue running against yours. Moaning into his mouth, Druig’s arms kept you tight in his grip knowing you were already a wreck.

“You did well tonight.” He whispered, both of you parting, your foreheads resting against the others. “The others shouldn’t doubt you as much.”

“I gave them a reason too.” You shrugged. “Hit them when they weren’t looking.”

“Like this side of you.” Druig was possessive, everyone knew of you, and he couldn’t share you with anyone. “But I want it just for me.”

fin.

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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Faith In You- Four

Faith In You | Sequel to Loyal To Me

Summary: How long can a grudge truly last? Your return to earth leaves you emotionally confused as you reconnect with your fellow Eternals. As the Emergence comes, you discover who you truly are, what your true purpose is in the universe. Can you handle it?| Druig x fem!eternals! reader

Notes: I apologize this took so long, but I hope the length makes up for it <3 | Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Character death, brief mentions of suicide | Movie Inaccuracies cuz im low-key tired of going back and rewatching scenes 7 times to get it perfectly right :(

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The air in the temple was tense as everyone eyed each other cautiously. The last time everyone in the room was together-- with the exception of Makkari and Ajak- they were discussing what to do with your body that laid limp on the marble slab next to Thena’s. Now you’re here, your heart beating, your blood racing through your veins.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, as you and Druig stared each other down. His gaze was still harsh, convinced you had left him in the dark on purpose. You just stared blankly, unsure how to feel. You were numb, yet angry. Angry at Druig for what he did to your people, angry at Druig for the way he wouldn’t even listen to you.

“Druig…” Sersi finally said, just bareilly above a whisper. When Druig didn’t answer, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t want to say his name again, fearing she’d only fuel the fire that was raging silently in the room right now.

“Well, what are ya waiting for,” Druig snapped, impatiently.

“Ajak… she’s… she’s dead. The Deviants are back, only it's just one, and it's able to adapt to our powers. We think it took Ajak’s healing ability before killing her.”

A beat passed before Druig finally responded, tearing his gaze away from you.

“You’ve given me a lot of bad news in one go, me lady. First, the once love of my life returns, alive, with the ones who betrayed her, and now this news about a Deviant able to evolutionize in seconds…” You grimaced at the word ‘once’. Was that really how he felt?

“Will you help us?” Sersi asked, her voice full of hope. Druig stood from where he was leaning on the table in the front, and began pacing around.

“Do you remember this forest? It was the last place we were all together- dead or alive,” he looked at you, his words full of venom. “I have protected these people for 20 generations. From both, the outside world and from themselves.” He was now standing before Kingo and Karun, smirking as he stared down Karun.

“Your kind will be responsible for your own destruction one day. Don’t ya think?” Druig asked, trying to bait him.

“I think we must learn from our mistakes, so we can do better,” Karun answered, his voice echoing off the temple walls. He wasn’t scared. He should have been. This angered Druig. His eyes glowed that golden color of cosmic powers and in the next moment, Karun was throwing his camera against the wall.

“Oh no you didn’t. Okay, new rule, no possessing people’s valets,” Kingo said, standing up and moving directly in front of Druig.

“Where is your sense of humor, Kingo?”

“You are not a god, you know that right?” Kingo sneered, not backing down.

“How ironic… Kingo, the movie sta-”

“Druig! Enough,” you shouted, trying to stop this before it turned into a pissing contest between the two. The sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks, turning to face you again. He slowly moved until he was now in front of you, trying his best to be intimidating. You held your breath as his scent filled your nose.

“Don’t talk to me,” his voice was low, and cold. It brought tears to your eyes, which he noticed, but you straightened up.

“This is serious, Druig.” Sersi said firmly. “ I was waiting until I had everyone together, but I have enough of you now I think I can just tell you…” she said. She told them of what happened when she discovered Ajak’s body. Of the things Arishem told her, the fact that they were never here to protect the humans, only to aid in the existence of the emergence.

“So, Druig, please. All of you… we have to figure this out.” She finished, looking to everyone, but especially to Druig. He was the one that could make or break this mission- his power was especially useful.

“I’ve just been told that I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the last seven thousand years,” he paused and turned to you, “and that most of that existence has been a lie. So excuse me for not giving a fuck about your plan at the moment,” he finished, turning and heading out of the temple.

“Druig fucking sucks,” Kingo said. You just looked at him, before turning to leave as well.

You went out of the temple in search of Druig- you had to sort this out. A building next to the temple caught your eye. In the window was a vase of dragonsnaps and another of Marigolds- the flowers that were etched into your headpiece. When you looked around, you didn’t notice a vase in any of the other windows, so you made your way up to the door.

Slowly opening it, you halted at the threshold. It opened into a living room, adorned in all of your favorite colors and all the things the villagers had made you over the centuries. The entire hut was a temple dedicated to you. When you moved further in, you noticed a bedroom in the back corner. As you moved closer , you eyed something draped over the bed. It was the hand woven blanket that one of the village moms had made you. It brought a tear to your eye, knowing that Druig still had all of this to remember you.

“What are you doing here?” Druig asked, making you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in. His voice was laced with venom still.

“Druig, stop, please,” you whispered. “Stop the hostility. You haven’t even given me a chance to explain myself-”

“Well go on then!” Druig interrupted, yelling at you. You closed your mouth, completely over the way he was treating you.

“Stop yelling at me!” You responded back. “Gods, Druig, this is madness! Why are you so rude!”

“Why? Why am I rude? I don’t know, y/n, why do you think?! I watched you die, and here you are-”

“Yea! Here I am! You should be happy to see I’m alive, that I’m here!”

“Yea, only after a couple THOUSAND YEARS!” Druig scoffed. He was in your face now, absolutely livid that you couldn’t understand why he was upset.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” You sneered back. He wasn’t expecting your voice to be laced with as much venom as he had in his. It made him stumble back a few steps. You pushed past him and headed to the door.

“Y/N- wait,” his voice was shaking.

He was about to say more, but a familiar growl interrupted him. It rumbled through the woods, vibrating the windows next to you.

“Oh no,” you whispered, flinging the door open, and booking it down to the middle of the grounds, where Sersi, Sprite, Kingo and Ikaris were standing.

“Did you hear that?” You asked. They nodded, preparing to fight whatever was heading towards them. Druig was following behind you, taking his stance next to your side– just like before. You tried to act like you didn’t notice. Thena and Gilgamesh were missing, but otherwise, everyone was there… waiting.

The trees ahead of you shook, and you knelt down to feel the vibrations running through the ground.

“It’s getting closer. Druig, you need to get everyone out of here.” You said, motioning to the helpless humans aimlessly working, not noticing the sounds in the distance.

“They can fight,” Druig responded. He lifted his arm, his eyes going golden. Suddenly, the villagers stopped what they were doing, and picked up the nearest shotgun to them. Druig had them line up, ready to attack.

“Are you serious Druig?! Get them out of here!” You shouted. “This is unbelievable,” you whispered under your breath as he just shook his head.

Suddenly, a screech echoed through the woods, and a Deviant with wings flew down, snatching Ikaris by the shoulders. Sersi yelled out, but you knew he could handle his own. You turned, anticipating where the next one would come.

“I thought you said there was only one?” Druig asked.

“There was only one… until now,” you said. This changed Druigs tone tremendously.

“Everyone! To the river, now!” He yelled to the villagers, who took their guns and ran. Druig snatched one from one of them, cocking it and aiming it towards the woods.

A small Deviant came from the side, but with one blast of lightning, you cut it down. Druig was shocked, but not surprised. Clearly you had worked on your control. Another small Deviant came out from the left, and Druig claimed this one, shooting at it twice before running up its back and shooting it in the head.

You hated to admit how hot it was to see him with a gun, his muscles flexed in the sleeveless sweater he wore. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted though. Kingo and Sprite took on two more Deviants that came out.

There was an electrical charge in the air. You sensed it. Something bigger was coming, something stronger… the One from before. As you let the Eternals take on the smaller ones, you decided to muster all of the elements you could- something Loki taught you to do.

Reaching your arms out to the east and west, you lifted your head to the north, and stood on your tiptoes for your toes to face the south. Muttering a chant under your breath, you began to levitate, the golden cosmic energy swirling around you. Druig was the first to notice, as he dropped a Deviant he just killed.

“Woah,” he whispered. This caught everyone else’s attention. No one knew you could do this.

In your head you pictured the elements rising. Rocks began to levitate off the ground, sticks and water droplets as well. They all rose to be level with you, before moving to point into an arrow directly in front of you. Flashes began to play in your head of the leader of the Deviants. You saw a name written out: Kro, and then you saw it. It was just about to be at the edge of the woods. You manipulated the elements to form a long stick, sharp enough at the end to penetrate its skin, and then you waited. Just as it made its way to the clearing of the woods, you sent a gust of wind with it. It pierced it right in the chest, but it wasn’t enough.

While you were still levitating, you summoned a lightning storm. Your eyes glowed golden as the golden cosmic energy flowed around you still. Lightning began to strike from the sky, setting the trees on fire next to it, causing them to fall on it. As that happened, Kingo blasted it with his energy bolts, and Ikaris returned, beaming it as well from higher up.

Only this wasn’t enough either. The power wasn’t just penetrating Kro, it was flowing through him. He was adapting your powers. A vision flashed in your mind of lightning being sent your way and you ducked. It struck the workshop behind you.

Kro cut its connection with you, and sent a large stone hurling your way. It struck you, and you fell to the ground with a scream.

It was the same scream Druig heard every night in his dreams. Rushing to your side, he moved the stone off of you.

“Y/n, oh god, no,” he whispered, seeing blood pool under your clothes on your chest. PTSD began to bubble up. It was in these same woods he lost you once, and now he was going to lose you again. Your chest was sunken in from the stone, and he could see the color drain from your face.

“Elixir… pocket…” you breathed out. Druig reached into the pocket of your pants and pulled out a shiny, dark green vile. He popped it open, and held it to your lips. Within seconds your chest rose to its natural place, no longer dented from the large stone.

“What… what was that?” Druig asked, as he helped you sit up.

“A healing elixir that Loki helped me make.”

Druig pulled you tightly into a hug, the fear of almost losing you again was too much for him to continue holding his grudge. It no longer mattered to him why you weren’t here all these years. You were here now, and that’s what mattered more to him. Your heart was beating, and he could hear it. You were alive.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. His voice broke; he was crying. You hugged him back tighter.

“I hate to interrupt this moment- but we could really use your help here!” Kingo shouted, making the two of you pull away from each other. Druig was still in shock, he sat back watching the events unfold in front of him. Sersi had just come to from being knocked out. Kingo and Sprite were shoved off into a building, and Ikaris was now being held down by the Deviants hand. Kro was gone.

Sersi got up, and went after the Deviant holding Ikaris down. It got off of Ikaris, and went after Sersi, pushing her into the water of the walled pool that stood in the center. WIthin the next second, water droplets splashed up from the water and a tree made from Deviant flesh stood in the middle, limbs sprouting in all different directions. The water then fell, drenching everyone.

“How did you do that?” Ikaris asked, but before Sersi could answer, their attention was drawn to you. You were levitating again, attempting to find Kro. He was further in the woods with Gilgamesh and Thena.

“Gilgamesh. Woods. Now!” You shouted. Without questioning it, everyone took off to help Gilgamesh fight off Kro.

The woods were dark as you moved through them. It was eerie familiar, and you had to push down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside. As if Druig could sense your discomfort with being in these woods again, he reached out and softly grabbed your hand. All felt right in the world again to have him by your side.

But that all got tossed to the side when you heard a scream up ahead. It was Gilgamesh. The two of you broke out in a run, catching up to where the others were. You gasped at the sight before you.

Kro had struck Gilgamesh down, and fled after realizing their true purpose on earth with the emergence. It turns out Arishem left everyone in the dark.

Gilgamesh lay lifeless on the forest floor, gaping wounds glittering in the faint moon light. He had sacrificed himself to save the love of his life.

“No…” Thena whispered, as she processed what she just saw. She kneeled next to Gilgamesh, resting her head on his chest.

“Right when we lose Ajak too…” Ikaris whispered to Sersi. You shot him a glare, still suspicious of him.

“Wait, y/n, what about the elixir?” Druig asked, a little too loudly. Everyone’s heads snapped to you.

“I… I only had one on me. I could try and make it real fast, but I don’t know how long after… you know, death it works…” you trailed off, hurt that you didn’t think to snag 2.

“No, it’s okay. Gilgamesh was a natural man, he wouldn’t have wanted to be brought back after death.” Thena responded callously, before breaking down into tears.

An all too familiar feeling ran through Druig. These woods were cursed to him and, now, to Thena. The place she once took someone's life, she now lost her love. The parallel was gut-wrenchingly obvious to everyone in the circle they now made around Thena and Gilgamesh. No one said anything while Thena sobbed over him.

The feelings of deja vu became too much for Druig, as he stood watching his fellow eternal mourn the one they loved dearly. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away.

Not now, you mouthed. You didn’t want to rub in Thena’s face that you came back, when Gilgamesh never will. Druig tensed up. He needed your comfort right now.

“We need to hold a funeral,” Thena spoke up suddenly.

“Of course,” Sersi whispered. “Shall we do it at the lake again?”

“That would be nice,” Thena answered.

Everyone dispersed to grab materials for the pyre to build. Druig went to grab an accelerant, while Ikaris and Sprite went to cut some wood. Kingo and Sersi went to find some leaves to twine the wood together, before Druig pointed out that they had some rope in a warehouse.

“We’re not that uncivilized,” Druig smirked.

You decided to hang back with Thena. While the rift between the two of you wasn’t fixed, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her side. You knelt next to her, and placed your hands on the dirt floor.

“Do you know if he had a favorite flower… or plant?” You whispered. Thena gave you a confused look until she saw your hands.

“Wolfsbane was a favorite of his, along with lilies,” she finally answered. She watched carefully as your hands began to glow. Patches of wolfsbane and lilies began to shoot up through the dirt.

“Do you think that is enough, or should we make some more?”

Thena’s face softened at your kindness. She appreciated the use of ‘we’ as if she was honestly helping you magically grow flowers from the ground. Especially with the tension between the two of you.

“I think we should do some more,” you answered, and began to make more. But you were stopped by Thena’s hand on top of yours.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Anything you could think of seemed lacking given the grave circumstances. Instead, you offered her a warm smile.

After everything was prepared, Ikaris, Druig and Kingo helped carry Gilgamesh down to the pyre, setting him on top before lighting it. The wooden planks were decorated with the flowers you grew, and the leaves Sersi and Kingo gathered before Druig showed them the rope.

Nothing but the roar of the fire filled the night sky. Thena held her head up high. Even when sad and mourning, she still looked effortlessly graceful; you envied her for it. As Gilgamesh’s body burned, Ikaris and Kingo pushed the pyre into the water, watching respectfully as it floated down the river.

You placed a comforting hand on Thena’s shoulder, before turning and heading back up the hill. You wanted to give her her space before his body disappeared around the curve. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, besides Druig. He hung back with Thena, the memories too consuming to leave her alone.

“How did you move on, after y/n’s death?” You heard Thena ask. You hung back behind a tree to listen for his answer.

“I’m not sure. Clearly, I didn't do very well. I enslaved the people she loved to keep her memory alive. I don’t recommend that though,” Druig snickered, turning to face Thena.

“I just didn’t let my love for her die. I kept it ignited all these years. It was hard, sure. Some days I thought about endin’ it all, in this river actually, to join her back home. But I couldn’t leave these people leader-less, so I stayed. Now I’m glad I did, but I know that this fortune won’t come to everyone.” Druig answered. Thena’s face softened as she took in his answer.

“How do you think I could keep his love alive?” Thena asked, genuinely. She was lost on what to do.

“Just by being the Thena he loved.” His answer brought a tear to her eye. She nodded her head, and he swung an arm around her shoulder.

“You’re gonna be alright, Thena. You’re gonna be just fine,” Druig comforted. She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. She was grateful for the kindness he was showing her.

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this gravity can’t forget

cross-posted on Ao3

Pairing: Druig x Eternal! Female Reader

Summary: You don’t know if you can get through this, but that look promises a time when you’re not broken, but whole.

And his touch, too, promises fullness, as if the emptiness inside you is just a dream to be forgotten on the morrow.

Genre: Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, AU - Canon Divergence

Warnings: Depression, vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lowkey body worship, a bit of cock warming

A/N: All the events after Tenochtitlan don't happen; the group splits, but everyone is still alive and the betrayal/Emergence hasn't happened. Hundreds of years after splitting up they find that the Deviants are still kicking, and have to periodically regroup to eradicate them. Reader has to deal with the fact that there may not be an end to this fight. Druig tries to help her.

Your whole body is aching. Hell, at this point you feel like more like a bruise than a body. The hot water beats down on your head and shoulders, but it isn’t quite enough to relieve the tense pain scrawled in sloppy handwriting across your muscles. Eventually you acknowledge that your sorry state isn’t going to change any time soon and you drag yourself out of the shower.

Staring at yourself critically in the foggy mirror, even through the haze you can see the splotch of plum purple across your ribs, the torn skin of your left shoulder. A stupid mistake. The Deviant shouldn't have been able to touch you, let alone do this.

There was a reason you hadn’t asked Ajak to heal you. Such a dumb misstep didn’t really deserve a reward. Besides, if you’d asked her Druig would have noticed. They all would have. Standing amidst the scraggily trees, the Deviant corpses nearby, with the rain pouring down from a sky that seemed too grey and tired to manage it, you just hadn’t felt like dealing with the swell of emotion that would come if they knew you were hurt. You didn’t want to worry them, or feel their pity, or disapproval. You didn’t want to deal with any of it, actually.

The thought has your power kicking up, a thin current of electricity scouring across your skin like it could wipe away the anxiety. It’s a reassuring sensation, the energy skittering over your aching flesh, a feeling instead of the numbness that’s engulfed you. But it’s also childish. Immature to need to reach out for reassurance, and at your age. Several thousand years and you still haven’t really grown up.

You scowl, abruptly cutting off the electric current, and turn away from your battered reflection, snagging a towel off the rack as you do.

It's one of those crappy hotel towels that might be repelling the water instead of absorbing it, but you wrap it around yourself anyways in the vague hopes it'll do the job at a later date. Exiting the small bathroom leads you to an equally small room, with the usual – and by now familiar – assortment of mildly ugly brownish-gold duvets, a mismatched chair or two, chipped paint and several insistently bland paintings on the walls.

The bed isn't comfortable, but you still collapse on it with a blissful sigh, too tempted to resist the chance to lie down. Just for a second. It isn’t like anyone is in the room, anyway.

You lie there, towel wrapped around your torso, staring up at the ceiling, and try not to exist. A futile experiment for an Eternal. There's a horrendous headache imploding behind your eyes, and you think it's kinda unfair Eternals have to deal with those at all, on top of everything else. At least lying down feels (mostly) good on your strained muscles.

Your wounds are still throbbing, but a rest and a day or two will see them healed well enough. The shower has gone some of the way and your supernatural powers will do the rest. Headache proof, no, but at least you recover quickly.

Another sigh, and you tilt your head back, eyes closing. This has been one hell of a road trip. Sprite said it'd be fun – and it has been, sometimes – but getting your ass handed to you this morning by a Deviant that sort of looked like a Yeti crossed with a T-Rex had soured that. You’re just so fucking tired. Tired of strangers, of fighting, of moving, of all of it. You've always been the type to get homesick, which is funny given that you've never had a home. Not a permanent one. The whole never-aging thing tended to get HOAs foaming at the mouth.

Druig's joke, said with a wry smile as you'd packed up the apartment you shared several months ago, ready to chase down the hint of Deviants that Makkari had found in the north. Druig had said it to make you feel better about leaving, and even now you smile wearily, picturing his invitingly ironic expression.

Not a home, that man, but a place to find comfort all the same. At least if you had to travel to the ass-end of nowhere, he could be by your side the whole way.

You're in some place called Dawson City now. Druig snorted when you drove into the small town that was assuredly not a city, and you concurred. Seemed like the only people who lived here – or would live here, ever – were as far from city-slickers as a bear was from a Deviant.

Was that why the nest of Deviants you'd wiped out this morning had been so fierce? They needed to be that tough to even have a hope of snacking on the folks up here in the Yukon?

A laugh bubbles in your throat but doesn't escape the fatigue sinking thick and languorous through your body. Today has just been – a lot. So much. Just like so many of your days, these last couple of... how long has this been plaguing you? Just years? Decades, now?

In a couple of seconds, you're gonna have to get up, update the maps, figure out where to head next. You and the other Eternals are doing a sweep of the entire Yukon, seeing where you’d missed a monster or five. Druig and the rest will be back soon from their supply run. It'll be good to have a few suggestions ready when they return to the hotel. It’s just Druig and you in this room, but you’ll all gather in Ajak’s room and talk shop around slices of pizza, or maybe a fancy assortment of frozen microwave dinners.

Gil is a great cook, but even he hadn't felt like trying to make meal magic in the grubby hotel. It's fine. You're all used to quick food, anyways. Of course, Kingo is gonna moan and groan like it's poison, but that's fine. You're all used to that, too.

Having some possible places and routes marked out ahead of time will be helpful to get everyone on track. It's the least you can do, after skipping out on the supply run. Druig had looked at you closely when you'd dipped, claiming a headache, and you'd just focused on projecting your tired vibes. It wasn't that hard. You were almost exhausted enough to drown out the guilt, the dejection, without even trying.

Druig probably didn't pick up anything. Or at least not much. Otherwise, he would have stayed. He'd offered to, but you'd squashed that with a brusqueness that might have offended someone who hadn't known you for millennia. Actually, it had slid off him, and he’d pressed you more about it, but eventually you’d managed to convince him to go.

His concern is just another thing to feel guilty about, but you're just so tired. Too tired to let it cling to you for long. This isn’t new, not by a long shot, but it’s gotten so much worse since leaving for this latest trip. Some days it’s all you can do to get up, let alone plan, or help, or fight. You need to do something about it, but you’re so goddamn exhausted. Besides, you’re an Eternal. None of the others need – anything, to keep going. Not rest, or meds, or to talk. You shouldn’t either.

You don’t want to think about this anymore. Besides, you need to look at the maps. Plan a route. Do something useful.

It’s the least you can do.

You'll do it soon, too. In a couple minutes. The bed is miraculously getting more comfortable, though, sucking you into sleep. A long day. A hard day. You’ll just rest for a bit and then get up. In a couple of minutes...

---

Some time later, there’s a soft whir at the door as it unlocks. When Druig pushes his way into the hotel room, hands loaded down with bags, he only takes a few shuffling steps inside and then pauses, brow furrowing. Almost unwilling, a smile curls the corner of his mouth, and he shakes his head.

You were pretty fucking cute for someone passed out cold in a raggedy towel and nothin’ else.

He takes a few minutes to put the supplies they’d grabbed into some semblance of order, ready to be crammed into the backpacks they’ve got stowed away in their two rental trucks. There’re a few advantages to not taking the Domo – like feeling less like alien interloper overlords, for one – but convenient space isn’t really one of them.

Or more comfortable beds. Druig is surprised you managed to knock out like that, given this hotel’s got mattresses like concrete blocks. You must be really tired. Given the day everyone’s had, he supposes he doesn’t blame you. Besides, maybe the headache really took it out of you.

Once everything is in a semblance of order, he moves closer to you, not quite aware of how much his face has softened. His eyes are settled on your quiet if somewhat dopey expression, good to see after the days (months, years, decades) of stress that've built up in drawn lines over your forehead, a tight smile across your lips.

He knows you want to quit. Throw in the towel – or maybe just sleep in it. Hell, he'd half expected you to refuse when Ajak contacted you both months ago, ordering everyone together again. Another mission. Another group of Deviants to destroy. Another apartment you had just made perfect, with a second-hand couch you were ridiculously proud of and some blinds that almost complemented the wall paint. Another job you loved.

Another goodbye.

It's good you're sleeping. Druig's not even sure if you slept last night, or the night before. Certainly you'd still been sitting up and reading when he'd fallen asleep both nights.

After a moment of hesitation, he reaches out with his power. Carefully – tenderly – he feels along your consciousness, not even fully certain what he's looking for. Not details – he can't get those from other Eternals, can't get through the walls. It's more like standing outside a room with light spilling through the cracks in the door.

It's a light he loves, all the same. Reveres, almost. Maybe it's because he can't see through the door. It's not something Druig thinks about much, anymore. What he does think about is the colour, the vibrancy, the warmth of that light.

Your presence, ever since getting that call from Ajak, has... dimmed. You drag yourself through the motions, and there are flashes of brilliance, amusement, affection – hell, annoyance, even anger. But mostly, you've just been so flat. That’s something you’ve dealt with before, but now it seems to be... He didn’t know. Overwhelming you. Worse than it’s ever been. He doesn’t know why, or how, but it’s there. Impossible to deny.

It pains him to see you like this, aches in a way he didn't expect. A heart-hurt lodged in his chest that he can't get rid of.

It's not destined to leave tonight. There's not much for him to pick up from your aura. It's just – You're still so tired, he can tell that even from his outside vantage. Even asleep, you're so tired.

His eyes had fluttered closed while he focused, but they slide open now, an aggravated sigh slipping from his lips. How can he help you? Ajak said it isn't something she can heal when he grudgingly approached her about it. (At the risk of his life, given you would have killed him if you found out.) If the healer can't do anything, what can he do? His power isn't – it's not for healing.

With a grimace, Druig shakes his head. Maybe this really is the last of the Deviants. Maybe this time – unlike in Tenochtitlan, unlike in Nagano, unlike in Oymyakon – they'll really be done. The gods know that you and him could use a break. A permanent one, to give you time to recover, whatever that means.

He doesn't want to think about what that means. It's too complicated a question. Besides, they've all been through this too many times. He doesn't know if he'll ever actually believe the Deviants are truly gone. Given the look on your face when you'd heard what Makkari had found in her world travels, nearly seven decades after the last "eradication," Druig's pretty sure you won't ever believe it. Not fully. You're probably gonna live the rest of eternity waiting for another call to arms.

The thought disturbs him more deeply than he knows what to do with, a jagged lance of unease burrowing into his brain. Another shake of his head, more impatient this time, and Druig shoves the idea away. Almost defiant.

You'll get better. He'll make sure of it.

To that end... There are a couple of hangers and an extra blanket in the otherwise bare closet, and he takes the thick material out. Getting you under the covers without waking you up is impossible, so this'll have to do.

The blanket bundled in his arms, Druig hesitates again, though this time it's from affection and not worry. You really do look fucking adorable with your face pressed into the pillow, damp hair straggling across your face, the towel perilously close to falling off completely. In another mood, the sight would have set something burning in his stomach and lower, but as it is, it just tightens his throat. Protectiveness, regret... love.

Except... as he settles the blanket gently over your sleeping form, you shift, turn to your other side, and the cover slips slightly off. His eyes reluctantly move from the amusing picture of your face scrunched into the pillow, and Druig’s gaze catches something he didn’t notice at first. Something on your shoulder. He studies it for a moment, his mouth thinning.

Anger and hurt and fear laps at him, a low tide. Why wouldn't you tell him about this? By now the wound – it looks like a bite that mangled a nice chunk of flesh – is sealed over, but it's still an ugly, enflamed patch in your otherwise smooth shoulder, blood-curdling in how close it is to your neck. The armour helps, but it’s not perfect, and the Deviant must have got a real good grip. It looks painful, even now, and he doesn't like to imagine how much it had hurt when it happened. A stupid pain. A useless pain, when Ajak could have healed it so easily.

So why hadn't you told him?

Druig already knows the answer, even as he soundlessly mouths the question.

You'd been slow today. Blunt, but true. He'd only half seen it, his attention bent on corralling the hunters the Deviants had been trying to eat to a safer area. One Deviant had approached you from the side as you directed your lightning into crackling spears that drove back another monster threatening Kingo. Druig thought you'd turned, seen the Deviant approaching, and yet when it leaped at you, you – didn't move. Not fast enough.

That’s been a theme, these past few months. A theme he finds so hard to swallow, when you’ve always been the most agile of the Eternals, with the obvious exception of their speedster.

Maybe that's why, when Makkari blew it off you with one of her sonic booms, and you'd sprung to your feet quick enough, Druig accepted you were fine. That you'd channeled enough electricity into its jaws to seize them up and stop it from snapping at you. Because your slip up couldn’t have lasted long enough to really let it get it’s teeth in you.

Or maybe he's just trying to give himself an excuse, like a fucking coward. He should have asked, pressed, refused to lay off when he could feel how off you were. Are. Of course you wouldn't tell him, or anyone. When have you ever been able to admit a mistake without it all but killing you? And it's only gotten worse with the weight that’s been dragging you down.

Something... something has to change. Truth be told, Druig isn’t used to dealing with one of his fellows sinking. That’s usually him, with all the shit with the humans and right and wrong hanging around like a sign that points in every direction but straight. But you’re – If Druig believed in gods, believed in them in a way that made them worth worshipping, he’d be praying for help now. For a way to hold you up, or show you how to stand on your own. Anything, anything. Because something has to change.

In your sleep you murmur and twist, pressing your face harder into the pillow as a shadow of something he can’t name crosses your expression. The tightness moves from his throat into his chest, a painful squeeze. His hand hovers for a moment, indecision a paralyzing poison locking his muscles in place. He’s scared to touch you. Scared of waking you up, yeah, but scared that – that he’s the reason for all of this. That he’s an infection, spreading his own cynical view of the world to you, and maybe that’s why you’re so low now. Thousands of years together would rub off on anyone, right?

He can’t reach into your mind to find out what’s hurting you, and maybe that’s the worst part of it all. There isn’t a simple answer in front of him – or any answer – and it’s killing him.

Something has to change.

---

Waking up is all fog and aching. You’re wrapped in blurriness and warmth, a muddle that has you longing to just drift away again. But there’s a nagging feeling stirring in the nest of lethargy, a pricking at the back of your brain that increases as your eyes slowly open. It’s not quite dark, in the... the hotel room. Where you and the rest of the Eternals are staying. Your mind gropes for each fact, finding them only tentatively.

With a low groan, you start to stretch, only to cut yourself short as your body remembers what it takes your memory several more seconds to recall. Right. The whole getting bitten and tossed around by a nightmare monster thing. Your breath catches, and you try again, testing out the pain level. Not so bad. Worse in your shoulder than your ribs.

“A little sore?”

The unexpected (though not unfamiliar) voice has you gasping, and you jolt up into a seated position, electricity automatically sparking along your skin before you snap it off. Your motion makes the blanket covering you fall off and you realize three things simultaneously as it does. One, you’re naked. More concerning, you must have fallen asleep and totally failed to do... hell, anything productive for your family. And maybe worst of all, Druig is on the bed next to you, almost at the very edge of the mattress, but with the low, orange and pink-tinted light slipping through the window, you can tell his eyes are on you. On your broken body.

Instinctively you grab at the blanket, heave it up to hide what he probably already saw. Definitely saw, as your brain keeps catching up with reality and you realize the blanket you’re clutching must have been put on after you fell asleep. “What time is it?” you ask to avoid his question, your voice a croak. Clogged with a sudden surge of emotion at the thought of the tender gesture.

“Around 5 in the morning,” he replies.

You suck in a breath in shock, feeling like the information punched the air out of your lungs. It was – the light was – You’d thought it was the sunset, not the sunrise! How could you have slept so long? The panicked guilt surges, and you move to get to your feet as if there’s anything useful you can do now, the rough towel that had fallen off you rubbing uncomfortably underneath your body

“Stall a sec,” Druig says, and there’s something strange about his voice. It’s too soft, without the sardonic bite you’re used to. As he continues, the note doesn't change. "You don't have to get ready or nothing like that. We're not headin’ out today."

Still you're poised to get up, sick with a shame mired in the sleep-addled fog that's wrapped like cotton around your head. "Not heading out?" you repeat stupidly, which would normally provoke some kind of teasing, but Druig just shakes his head in confirmation. "Why...?"

"Gil found out they've got somethin' called the Sourtoe cocktail at the saloon. Whiskey and a toe. You drink it and get to be part of some club or somethin'. Saloon doesn't open until the Friday, though, so he begged Ajak to stay for today."

You stare at him, trying to find a trace of joking on his face. He seems to be totally serious. Part of you wondering if this is still a dream, you say, "A toe? We're staying for a toe?"

"A toe drink," Druig corrects. "Besides, Makkari mentioned she'd like to visit that Jack London cabin or museum or whatever." His expression turns contemplative. "'Tween you and me, I think she wants to nab one of his journals. Like she's not got enough crap cluttering up her room on the Domo as is."

"And Ajak is okay with this? And Ikaris?" It's the only objection your brain can put forward, although it's a valid one. Those two aren't entirely the types to allow distractions.

"Sersi persuaded Ike. She wants to talk to some of the people here, maybe fix some of their houses when they aren't looking. You know how she is. And Ajak..." He looks away from you. "Ajak agreed we could all use some R&R. Not like those Deviants went down easy yesterday."

Your shoulder twinges when you shift uncomfortably, and he looks up at the motion. Druig hesitates, and then asks, "How are you, anyways?"

Pasting on a flaky smile is easier than speaking the lie, but you manage both. "I'm good. After sleeping for like 12 hours, I'd better be, hey?" You don't feel like you slept that long. Or maybe you do. Maybe that's the reason for the lassitude weighing down your limbs and everything else, too.

You don't like lying to Druig. To any of your family, but him especially. Not least because he sees through it so often. After several millennia together, he seems to know when you're talking bullshit, even if he can't read your mind.

His head tilts as he considers that. If he knows you, you know him, too, and you can tell by the way his mouth is pulling down at the corner that he doesn't believe you. That knowledge has your stomach tightening, more shame and frustration. You’ve talked to him about how you’re feeling before. Or more specifically, he’s pried admissions from you, from time to time. It’s just that neither of you know what to do with the information. It’s not like there’s an Eternals therapy hotline.

Besides, you don't want to worry him, or disappoint him, and you're fine. You're fine. There's no reason for him to be worrying.

And even if you're not fine, there's nothing he can do about it, so what's the point of getting him involved?

"Really," you insist into the long pause, hoping he'll just leave it alone. "Guess my headache just took me out. If it's not Deviants it's something else, right?" Your laugh is a weak thing that trails off quickly.

That irritates him; his eyebrows draw down, lips thinning even further. His voice isn't harsh when he replies, though. Just strained. "I saw your shoulder last night. Your headache grow teeth when you weren't looking?"

Of course he saw. Of course he won't leave it alone. "It was nothing. Just a scrape."

"Yeah? Then it must be gone by now, huh?"

You glare and don't drop the blanket, a mixture of annoyance and guilt surging in your gut. And something deeper. Heavier. Something like despair, but with less of a name.

When you don't respond, the blanket clutched protectively around your shoulders, he exhales. "Love..." Druig starts softly, wavers. "I know y'won't let Ajak look at it. I guess there's no point in asking?"

Biting your lip makes pain bloom across your mouth, which is better to focus on than the pain laced through his voice. A quick shake of your head because you can't think of anything to say.

Druig leans towards you, reaches out. You stiffen, half expecting him to try to snag the blanket away, but he just puts his hand on your leg like he can't stand not having the contact. "What about begging?" he asks, low and fervent as his fingers stroke lightly along your leg, over the covers. "Would that do it?"

"I’m fi–" The words catch in your throat, and you have to force them out. “It's fine, Druig. I don't wanna bother Ajak for something so small."

"She wouldn't mind."

You know that's true, and yet... It's pathetic, but you can't face Ajak. What if she knows there's something wrong with you? What if it's something she can sense? How can you tell your leader, the woman you look up to in so many ways, that after thousands of years you want an end? That you're too weak to go on forever?

She'll understand. Of course she will; she's Ajak. But that understanding, that acceptance of your weakness, that's almost worse than contempt.

"No, Druig." Your voice comes as a brittle snap, almost cracking, and you force yourself to smile and lighten the tone. "It's ugly as hell but it'll heal quickly." Please leave it alone.

In the washed out lighting, it's hard for even your enhanced eyesight to be sure, but his eyes seem red when they meet yours. It occurs to you to wonder if he's been awake all this time, watching over you... agonizing over you, wearing himself thin for something he shouldn’t have to care about. Please, Druig, you find yourself thinking, so violently it's almost desperation, just leave it alone.

And you ignore the smaller, shakier voice whimpering something along the lines of help.

Maybe you think it hard enough, maybe it really does emanate from you – or maybe Druig just knows. Either way, after a moment, his hand tightens on your leg, and he nods once. Nods again, confirming it to himself. "Okay," he murmurs. "If you're sure."

A quick, jerky bob of your head, and his grip relaxes, once again back to soothing as he smooths over the cover. "Mmkay. You wanna try to go back to sleep for a couple hours? I can grab your sleeping stuff."

Getting changed means letting him see your shoulder – or asking him to look away, which, given how long you've been fucking, would just be weird – so you say quickly, "No, that's okay. I'm – this is comfortable." By this time you're not really tired, not in the way that calls for more sleep, but you don't want to say no yet again. Worst come to worst you'll just lie there until 7 or something.

For the first time, a hint of the familiar sardonic note enters his voice. "You wanna sleep in the towel? Comfy."

Responding to the provoking tone, you reply archly, "Who said I was gonna put on the towel?"

He laughs, a low sound that burns away some of the fog in your stomach. "Fair enough. Who'm I to argue with the likes of that?"

When Druig leans over, you close your eyes and let him kiss you. In this, at least, in the taste and touch of him, there's a little relief. A little life where everything else feels so dead. You're so drained you don't feel up to deepening the kiss, to threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer, but you savour the comfort and connection that this brings. If only for a moment.

He makes to pull away, pauses, and then returns like he can't quite bear to break off. Hand moving up to find your waist under the blanket, Druig holds you as he murmurs against your lips, "I love you. Y'know that?"

"I know," you respond unevenly, fighting back the leaden tears prickling in your eyes. "I love you so goddamn much, too."

It's so true.

So why isn't it enough to fill the hollow emptiness?

Finally you draw back from him, and slowly, reluctantly, he lets you go. "Get some more sleep, love. You'll feel better."

"Mmhm."

Going a little against your word, you wrap the towel back around yourself as you lie down under the blanket, and Druig joins you. Under the same blanket, in his boxers, but keeping his hands to himself. It's not like sleeping in the nude is unheard of for either of you, but today – today you need a little shield. Even if it's damp and, now that you're not on the verge of passing out, pretty damn uncomfortable.

Maybe a sad, wet towel is exactly what you deserve.

There’s a part of you that knows how silly and pitiful your wallowing is, but it’s not a strong enough presence to knock you out of it. You just curl up, your back to Druig, eyes closed but sleep far from your mind. He’s so close, but he’s so far away from you. How can you build that bridge when everything is splintering inside you?

Your thoughts keep circling from one bleak thing to another. Your failure with the Deviant, falling asleep when you shouldn’t have, the fact that Deviants still exist, the fact that Deviants will always exist and there’s nothing you can do to get rid of them or stop this incessant cycle of fight and kill and rest and fight again. There’s nothing you can do. Everything is so fucking miserable and you don’t want to be here anymore...

You couldn’t have said how long you lay in the semi-dark, sleepless and hopeless. It went on unending, just like your life. On and on and–

His hand is a heavy weight on your hip that anchors your spiralling thoughts. “Can’t sleep?” Druig whispers, and of course he knew you were awake. The gratitude swells and meets the dull despair darkening your insides and it's impossible to say which one is stronger. Maybe your reply is the answer, as you desperately try to keep a tight hold on the gratitude amidst an impulse to brush him off. "I guess. Sorry if I'm keeping you up."

"It's fine. I couldn't fall asleep, anyways."

That sends a sharp pang through your chest, knowing well enough why he can't sleep, and your eyes open. "Sorry," you repeat softly.

He slips his hand over your hip and further, lightly shoving up the towel until his palm is spread wide against your stomach and the touch makes your breath spill out. "S'okay," he murmurs as he hugs you one-handed, and the warmth of his bare chest against your back is another spark filling up the emptiness.

Arm wrapped around you, he asks, "Wanna talk about it?"

You stiffen in his embrace automatically, accidentally. This has been a conversation between the two of you before, one you've fought and twisted and even snapped too hard to get out of. You can't explain it – you can hardly bear to acknowledge it – and having another Eternal, a man with far more reason than you to crumble, trying to be understanding and find a solution when there isn't one is something you can't accept. "No," you say, your voice hoarse with the weight of that answer.

There's a moment of silence as Druig struggles to find a response, a way forward. There's tension in the arms holding you. You cringe internally, fighting resentment that he feels the need to press, an anger that clashes with the piteous gratitude that he's still asking.

Eventually Druig's arms tighten, drawing you closer to him, and you can feel how deliberately he lightens his tone. "Okay." He kisses your ear, a gentle press. "If you can't sleep, how about we do somethin’ else?" is his quiet but oh-so-blatant suggestion.

You stir in his embrace, emotions clashing in the pit of your gut. A flare of affection and something hotter, but over it all the suffocating mantle of your fatigue. And guilt. Always, always the guilt.

You're not enough for yourself, so how can you possibly be enough for anyone else?

"Druig, I'm sorry but I'm not sure..." Before you can find words to express the bewildering, pathetic lack of energy, your companion eases away the stagnant pause.

"Not about me today, love. I'm not asking you for anythin'. Just wanna help."

Even as he speaks, Druig draws his hand up your stomach, under the towel, a tingling trail as his fingers barely skim your skin. The touch remains a graze of contact that he doesn't deepen, just traces delicate, aimless patterns over your ribs, your sternum, your breasts. Waiting for you.

Your eyes have screwed shut, and you're so torn. You feel stretched tight between two desires, so painfully thin that his fingers might pass through you at any moment. Your depression, heavy as a black hole, dragging you to the center of exhaustion. And then your longing – aching – for a reason, a moment, a second in eternity to feel good.

Druig ducks his head and kisses your neck where it meets your shoulder. "Come back to me, yeah?" he whispers, and the plea is so imploring and so, so lost. As lost as you feel.

Your voice is broken when you reply. "I don't know how."

You can feel his breath, gently expelled against your skin in a sigh. Then his fingers are moving, finding one of your nipples and caressing it, just hard enough to send a prickle of pleasure through your chest, through everything else.

"Focus on this," he instructs, a low command that swirls through your head, for all the world like telepathy. "Just this, love."

"I–"

"Shh. Just this." Druig kisses your neck again, higher, right below your ear this time, and he rolls the sensitive bud of your nipple between his adept fingers as you exhale shakily.

He knows you so well. Even when everything else is adrift and there's nothing you can find in the sea of black, his touch is an island in the midst of drowning. Something to cling to as the world washes away. You open your eyes against the darkness inside, letting in the bare morning light, trying to make yourself relax, to just – be. Just this.

Cupping your breast now, gently massaging, inspiring a soft bloom of enjoyment that makes you exhale again. "There's a good girl,” Druig hums. “Remember this?”

A line of kisses down your neck, across your shoulder, brushing over the tattoo on your shoulder blade. You do remember, vividly, like each sweet press is a breadcrumb in the forest, leading you through the dark trees to a place that’s almost home. Instinctively you tilt your head back, letting yourself rest against his strong chest, and Druig knows it for the encouragement it is. He pauses, takes his hand away from your breast to tug at the towel still wrapped around your torso. "Mind if I take this off?"

Rather than replying, you scrabble at the towel yourself, yanking it off and then writhing to get it out from under you. It's thrown into a heap on the floor, and Druig is quick to throw back the blanket, leaving it rumpled at the end of the mattress as he pulls you back against his chest.

Part of you doesn't know what you're doing. You're well enough aware that this isn't going to solve anything. It's pointless. The fact that Druig wants to help you – desperately, you can tell, from the pressure of his hands, the timbre of his voice – is an ache that's too complicated to put a name to, settled at the base of your throat and making it harder to breathe.

At the same time... it feels so good when he drags his fingers over your stomach and then lower, dipping down to caress the insides of your thighs with languid focus. It's not a blaze, some all-encompassing desire made of sweat and heat and urgency. You've had that with Druig, so many times, but this is softer, not as demanding. It's less of a chase and more of a stroll in the sun, no destination in mind. Warm and safe and comforting.

And somehow still not enough.

That's a wrenching thought that has frustration lancing through your muscles, tightening them into bundles of aggravation. Druig feels it; he must, because he's suddenly pulling away from your back.

Regret cascades down your cold spine, regret that you always have to make it more difficult than it should be. Why can't you just take what you’re given? Just accept it? Why does this have to be so hard?

Before those questions can turn into something with teeth, Druig is leaning over you, and you shift to lie flat on your back and look up at his shadowed face. Natural as breathing, he moves so that he’s on his knees at your side, all the while watching you. He takes his time, searching your expression with eyes that are almost too intense in their passion. Those same beautiful blues aren't slicked over with gold, so he's not trying to read you, at least not deeply. But all the same, you shift uncomfortably, suddenly afraid. Druig doesn't really need his telepathy to decipher people, sometimes, and he certainly doesn’t need it just to feel someone’s general mood.

One side of you hopes he can pick something up, some way out that you can't find in yourself. An answer, you're praying for an answer, but what if all he sees is – nothing? What if you're really as empty as you feel?

Druig reaches out, cups your jaw with almost unbearable gentleness. As his thumb strokes along your cheek, his intent look doesn't ease. "You gotta let go of it," he says finally. When your jaw tenses, ready with a retort, he smiles, just a bare twist of his lips. "I know, I know. Easier said, huh? But love... Trust me on this. Just now, right now, let go."

The tears are back, stinging in your eyes. “Help me?” you ask, hating how weak you are but knowing all the same that if there’s anyone on the planet you can turn to without fear, it’s Druig.

And you’re right. Druig’s smile warms, his grip on your face becomes just a little firmer, and he urges your chin up, ducking to press a long, slow kiss into your neck. "I can feel you, love," he whispers, and you shiver at that prospect. With the sheer intimacy of it. “I know you’re tired. And that’s okay. You can be tired today, tomorrow. S’okay. We’ll get through it.”

You don’t know if you believe that, but there’s the whisper of his mouth ghosting along your jaw, just skimming your lips before he pulls up, and you can drown your disbelief in that feeling. If his touch wasn’t here to ground you right now, you’d – you’d be falling to fucking pieces. Or at least smaller pieces than you’ve already broken in to. But he is here, so soothing as he feels down your side, too gentle to provoke pain even in your bruised flesh. His fingers once again slip between your thighs, other hand still caressing your face, and the reverent look in his eyes...

You don’t know if you can get through this, but that look promises a time when you’re not broken, but whole.

And his touch, too, promises fullness, as if the emptiness inside you is just a dream to be forgotten on the morrow. His fingers brush your folds, and your legs fall open wider, welcoming the sensation. “Beautiful,” Druig all but sings, and his fingers are a counterpart to his lilting accent as they ease inside your cunt and inspire a breathy gasp.

He dips down, mouths along your collarbone, to the crook of your neck. Slower now, tenderly pressing kisses to the outside of your wound, not enough to inspire pain, only fondness. Then he goes lower still, finding one nipple and swirling his tongue around it in a heady wash of warmth. And all the while his hand is a fervent disciple to your need, thumb circling your clit, fingers working with languid concentration to draw out more gasps. Over it all, a steady stream of murmurs breathed against your skin, the words oxygen to your suffocating heart. “You feel so good, my love. That’s a good girl. Just relax... Christ, fuck, you’re so lovely.”

The build of pleasure is slow, your depressed body and mind resistant to the call of buoyant oblivion, but Druig is patient. He has all the time in the world, after all. Steadily, then, he works you over, touching you in the ways you like best, heedless of anything so mortal as the clock ticking on. His patience is rewarded with the wetness between your legs, by your moans, by the way your hips begin to buck in slow, indolent rolls into his hand. Heat builds in your core, in that cold void, not hot enough to burn, but secure as a hearth fire all the same.

Your power becomes restless, like a muscle aching to be stretched, and gingerly you let it loose, just a low trickle. Druig sucks in a breath when it arcs between him and you, but there’s no pain on his face, and you know from past experience that the sensation is a pleasant one as long as you keep it muted. That’s not a challenge anymore, and the buzz of electricity along your skin is an added sensation, putting more into a vessel that’s nearing capacity.

“Druig,” you whimper when he slips three fingers inside, the stretch an ache that sets your already humming pulse to a higher pace. “I want – I want–” The pleasure is a cloud you’re grateful to sink into, but it’s stealing your words, leaving you to meet his piercing blue gaze with pleading need.

His touch relaxes, but only for a moment. “I know,” Druig murmurs, and the pressure he’s applying to your clit increases, making your whole body tense with the edge you’re hovering over. He pumps into you a little deeper, a little faster, and the waves tingle over your body, your eyes heavy with the need to close. You keep them open, though, fixed on Druig. You know he loves watching you come undone under his hands, and today his expression is even more attentive than usual, adjusting his tempo and depth to every spasm across your face and every cry you make.

“Just a little more, love,” is his appeasing response to your increasingly urgent whines, and he isn’t wrong. Just a little more, of his fingers curling in the wet warmth of your cunt, of his thumb against your clit, of his other hand twisting the sensitive bud of your breast. Just a little more, floating over the verge in weightless bliss, and with Druig against you, the loneliness and heaviness retreating to somewhere far away. Just a little more...

Another crook of the fingers that know you so well, and you gasp, your core tightening, thighs clamping around his hand. Your orgasm dances over your skin, a series of tingling, light waves that are just as gentle as his touch. The center of you is filled to the brim, and it’s like the pleasure is overfilling, sending little ripples outwards. Druig slows but doesn’t stop, prolonging the swells of warm electricity, making you writhe and pant, and you’re not too far gone to deliberately bask in the realization of his promise, to revel in a moment when your lungs are full and the tiredness is translated into contentment.

He hasn’t stopped watching you, and as the orgasm fades and you sag, your legs falling open, eyelids fluttering, Druig sighs. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” It’s impossible to doubt those words when they’re said in such an awed voice, and the reverential, reluctant way he draws his fingers from your cunt just reinforces that.

Breathless with the airy pleasure in your chest, you say, “Tangled hair and all, huh?” Easy to make that joke; your appearance isn’t one of the things that Druig has let you have any insecurity about over the years.

With a snort, he cleans his hand off on the bedding before running it through the truly frightening snarl your unbrushed hair has become. “Gives you a certain je ne sais quoi, sure.” He butchers the French purposefully, making you laugh, and then his eyes become more serious as they scan over you. You can see the question on the tip of his tongue, and you don’t want to answer it.

Instead you reach up with both hands, catch him with arms around his shoulders, and bring him to you. Your tongue parts his lips, and he hums against your mouth, even that vibration sending a warm spark of pleasure through your nerves.

But though the invitation is there in your embrace, Druig doesn't collapse against you. He breaks the kiss after a moment, stays hovering above you, that same intense consideration in his eyes. Even with all the relaxed gratification spread through your muscles, you go rigid, waiting to brush away the concern, smile away the questions.

He surprises you, though you shouldn't be surprised that your lover can pivot around your prickles after so long together. "Still so tense," Druig comments, dragging a thumb down your hard jaw.

You flush, taken aback when you'd been expecting a question. When you start to look away, he clicks his tongue reprovingly. "Not on you, love. Just means I gotta do a better job, huh?"

Your mouth draws up, but the smile you're trying to put on misses the latch and falls away. "Might be too much for you." A joke, but a warning, too. No matter how good Druig can make you feel in a moment, you're starting to believe it doesn't matter. That you're always going to go back to that dark place. It's happening already.

"Ye of little faith," drawls the man leaned over you, and though he smirks as he says it, you can see a mix of sorrow and determination in the heavy furrow of his eyebrows.

You know Druig, and once the other Eternal decides to walk a road, he doesn’t alter his path easily. Not with the decision to leave Tenochtitlan and you for the humans. Not with rejoining the group, when that nest of Deviants was found more than two hundred years ago. And not now. You’ve learned of Druig’s relentlessness, but you’ve yet to find a way to change his mind once he’s made it.

With his usual lithe poise, still smirking, Druig moves to kneel between your legs, hands resting on the jut of your hips. "Ready to become a believer?" he asks. Challenges, chin high and gaze evaluating.

"Druig..."

When his fingers move to trace along your stomach and then drop lower with silky grace, you're still sensitive from before, and your head falls back, breath halting in your lungs. Fighting to get your oxygen back, you repeat more firmly, "Druig."

His hand stills, and Druig looks at you earnestly. "Say you've had enough today and I'll stop. You know that."

That makes your breath explode out, and you couldn’t have said if it was from frustration or affection. "I know. And I – fuck, I don't want you to stop." The gods knew that to be true, but– "I just..." It's almost physically painful to confess, but his hands are on your skin, drawing you out. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"Ah, love," he says, and your heart almost breaks with the sheer adoration in the words. "You could never disappoint me."

Then he's bending to press kisses against your hips, the inside of your thighs, just a touch of teeth in the contact, just enough to make your muscles tremble, your toes curling with anticipation for what's to come. He's decided to do this, no matter if it works or not – and you can't keep resisting.

Your fingers curl in his hair, more for the grounding than for control. But as Druig keeps his lips everywhere but the pulsing of your cunt, you tighten your grip, feeling the scrape of his scalp beneath your demanding fingers. His laugh slides out, just the right shade of taunting to have your heart slamming into your ribs, a new wave of desire pitching over the rim of your control. A moan rips out of you, and he laughs again, huskier this time.

Thankfully, he also takes your cue. Mouth finding your cunt, Druig tongues your dripping folds, his arms wrapping around your legs and holding them open when the sharp stimulation makes them tighten, threatening to close. "Christ," Druig rasps, the vibration of his voice another pleasure added to the mix. "You taste so good, love." The way he sucks on your clit makes you believe him, if the work his tongue is doing didn't already.

"So good," he groans into your pussy, and your breath is somewhere outside your body, certainly not in your lungs. Druig pulls away for a moment to press a few more kisses into your thighs, and the sight is almost enough to make you come right there. Hair messy and sweat-darkened against his forehead, face flushed, and lips stained with your pre-cum, he looks so fucking good that you can't control another moan that rises out of you.

And you're glad you didn't control it, as Druig ruts into the bed at the sound, an eager bid for friction against his groin.

He curses roughly, returns to your cunt, tongue thick and greedy as it shoves into you. One of his hands abandons your leg, slips inside his boxers, and it's your turn to laugh, a breathless exhale.

The laugh turns into a grunt, because Druig's thumb is rubbing your clit while his mouth works elsewhere. He's still touching himself with his other hand, groaning at the taste and sound of you, and the sight combined with his expert tongue turns your nerves into livewires.

It's a broad, sizzling pleasure, deeper in your core than the first time, so deep it feels it might actually be reaching somewhere that matters.

"Druig," you gasp, falter, fighting for the words. "I want you now, now – inside me, please. Please!"

That wasn't the plan, not his plan, anyways, but you don't care, your cunt throbbing to be filled with him. And he's flexible in more ways than one, as he shoves down his boxers at your pleading, kisses your cunt one last time with a tenderness that only sets the aching to a heavier level. Then he's moved himself over you, eyes on your face, drinking in your glazed expression before crushing your mouths together.

A moment later, Druig is entering you, not quite so gentle now, his cock thick and exactly right in how it stretches your cunt out. You arch up into him, relishing the contact, the way his sweat and scent and presence washes over you. He kisses your strangled moans out of your mouth, his tongue swiping across your teeth and stealing the sounds.

In his slow, deep thrusts, in the way he slides so easily into your center, in the way your bodies fit together, there’s another promise fulfilled. Because – with Druig inside you, with his head dropped and lips pressed against your collarbone, with the horrible hollowness filled – you find yourself believing. Only for this moment, this fraction of eternity, but you believe. That this is enough. That with Druig, you can find an answer to the emptiness. That gravity can’t lay a claim to you forever.

Only for this moment, and this moment is enough.

"More," you huff, hands on the small of his back, urging him on. "More, Druig, I want you, I want you!" All of him, filling up the space inside of you, and he does exactly as you ask, strokes going to the hilt of his cock, stretching you out until it feels like the filaments of your body are about to shatter.

You come before him, a combustion in your core that's denser, hotter than your first orgasm. It spills across your muscles like fire over oil, greedily consuming every piece of you. Nails digging into his back, hard enough to leave marks, you cry out, hips rolling to keep the sparks jolting through your body. Sparks literal and figurative, as your power flickers across your skin in volatile lines of light and heat that fuel rather than dispel your pleasure.

The electricity leaps into Druig and amps him up, too, his panting becoming harsher, pupils blown, hands grinding into the bed sheets and all but ripping them off the mattress as he balances himself.

His thrusts become erratic, jarring your hips as you rise up to meet him, welcoming the impact. "Christ, Christ, you're just–"

With a choked groan, Druig comes, spilling himself into you in a gush of warmth and liquid. He bucks several more times, amplifying the thrill in your belly, and you're both so wet there's almost no friction, just the slick slide of his cock against your walls.

When at last his arms spasm and he collapses on top of you, you're both quivering, breath and bodies spent. The current you're generating fizzes and dies, the sudden absence of the lightning more than made up for by the feel of his flushed skin against your own. As is his tendency, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, panting, one hand resting on your chest, feeling your heartbeat under his palm. In turn you run your hand through his hair, stroking the messy strands away from his forehead as you try to catch your breath.

Eventually, as the trembling subsides, he makes to pull out, and you grab his shoulders to keep him still. His questioning eyes find yours, and there's been too much emotion today, early as it is, for you to be embarrassed. "Stay inside me?" you ask quietly. "Just for a bit?"

The cool blue of his gaze softens, and he nods. "I could manage that."

You both twist so that you're lying a little more easily, legs intertwined, heat sultry between you where your bodies are touching - which is almost everywhere. It's not all that comfortable, except it is, because even with Druig soft, barely inside you, there's a sense of presence in the void of your chest, a shade of peace in the silence. With him so close, his limbs draped over you, it's like something besides gravity is weighing you down. Something more solid than your overwhelming sadness.

Holding his hand, you trace the familiar terrain of his knuckles, your thumb brushing over their rough peaks and valleys. After a moment, Druig changes the grip, brings up your clasped hands and kisses your fingers, one at a time.

The morning light spills like honey across his face, and Druig doesn't say anything. He knows you too well. You've known each other for so long, now.

"Druig?" Your lover hums a reply, eyes fixed on you. "I can't talk about it now. But maybe..." Maybe when this trip is finished. Maybe when all the Deviants are dead. Maybe when this is all over and the years have passed and you can find your courage.

Druig fills in your blanks, like he's done for a millennia. "Whenever you're ready," he says, softly, fervently. Another promise. "I'll be here."

And you don't really know what you believe at this point, but you do believe that Druig's promise will last at least as long as gravity does.

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Forbidden Love 3

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PART 1 PART 2

Billy carried you past the front door, smiling down at Davina softly before making his way up the stairs. He didn't stop to notice that the Eternals were trying to follow him. Thankfully Frank and two other men flanked the stairs, Frankie standing a few steps up with the two Anvil agents standing on the floor. It frustrated Druig that they were stopping him but figured it was better, for once, not to make a fuss.

Billy stripped your heavily unconscious body of your now sweaty clothes. Used a damp rag to wipe your skin down and place you in an oversized shirt. He held you so you were sitting up against him with one arm while the other brushed your hair out. When he was satisfied you would wake up as comfortable as he could make you, he laid you under the sheet and blanket. Propping one leg up on your body pillow and wrapping your arms around it.

He turned the lights off, flicking a soft lamp on by the door to ensure you could see when you wake. He didn't want you to be any more disoriented than you already would be. He turned the overhead fan on, grabbed the tablet from the desk and softly closed the door.

While he walked back towards the stairs he watched the security footage of what happened before he got home. He needed to know how much interaction Keyara had with Davina before he went forward, as it would set the pace for the conversation they needed to have. He watched his daughter leap out of the car before he was even fully stopped and make a break for the house. He watched as you lost control of your body.

And he watched as Ikaris attacked you.

That last part really set his blood unfire, so when he reached the bottom of the stairs he paused and had a brief but firm conversation with Frankie and the two guards. The Avengers/Eternals group watched as the guards nodded and silently walked up the stairs. Frank and Billy watched them go before Frank patted Billy on the shoulder and said something they couldn't hear.

When the men turned back towards the group, Billy's eyes immediately looked for his daughter. Finding her, very unsurprisingly, talking with Loki and Thor. He sighed, knowing it was time to put on the face of the hard parent. The face he hated the most when it came to the blue eyed girl. His little princess.

“Davina Kari Russo..”

Davina and the Avengers all turned to look at Billy, none of them had ever heard him use such a firm tone with her. Davina looked down before walking over to her dad and trying to give him her best puppy dog eyes. “Nah, don't look at me like that, princess. What you did today.. Using your powers on some kid..” He shook his head, because really he was proud of her for standing up for herself. But he knew she couldn't be doing this, it wasn't like she punched him or something.

“You set off bells at SHIELD today with your behavior. It took almost all of our resources and your Uncle Tony breaking into the system to erase it. We all work very hard to keep your powers under the radar, and today you used them simply because someone upset you.”

Steve turned and looked incredulously at Tony, shocked and slightly appalled that he broke in and erased SHIELD data. Tony scoffed and crossed his arms before speaking, “We all agreed, a long time ago, when we met Y/n and Davina that we would keep D out of the system. I'm just keeping my part of the promise. Besides, Anvil did most of the work.”

Billy and Frank nodded, “Thank you for helping, Stark. I know you love Y/n like a sister and I couldn't be more thankful. But you Davina..” He sighed again and looked up, closing his eyes briefly before looking back down. “You are the daughter of not only an Eternal, but of me.. And I have taught you everything you need to know about defending yourself and others.. Hand to hand, this suspension wouldn't have mattered. Using your powers though, is unacceptable, it's to keep you safe.”

He knelt down onto one knee and cupped her face with his hands, “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you or your mom. But you have to do your part in keeping yourself safe, alright? Just like I expect Momma to check in, and carry her phone everywhere. I expect you to keep your powers a secret.” He leaned in and hugged her, her smaller arms coming around him.

The Eternals looked on the situation with warm hearts. Phastos could relate, having a child of his own. They thought it was amazing that this man clearly loved Davina and You more than anything in the world. He radiated protective energy.

“I'm sorry Daddy.” Davina sniffled a little, knowing that she didn't help her mothers situation with Keyara. Billy could see it in her eyes before she tried to speak again, so he shook his head. “Don't blame yourself for Keyara showing up today.. That's 100% on me.. Moms not been very happy with me as of late. Plus I was gone for an extra few days, so work really bogged her down. Her changing is never your fault Davina.”

Davina nodded and stepped over so she could go hug her Uncle Frankie. He ruffled her hair and talked softly to her and when she nodded he looked up at Billy. “She can come stay at the house for the night. Give you some time to deal with..” He waved his free hand motioning to the group of ‘heros’ “Whatever this is..”

Billy nodded and sighed out in relief that it was one less thing he needed to worry about at this exact moment. He turned back to the group and looked over them, glaring harshly at the man who he watched attack you. Before he could tell him to get the fuck out of his house, one of the women spoke. “You keep talking about Davina having powers? May we know what they are? Maybe we can help her learn to control them.”

Sersi looked between the two tall men and the girl, it did not escape her that the girl looked so much like one of her friends. Kingo stepped forward and knelt down a little with his arms out. Davina squealed and ran into his arms, he scooped her up and spun her around a little. Even though she was thousands of years old, she only looked to be 15 or 16.

The group was shocked to hear Kingo and the girl start talking about things they needed to catch up on. Sprite and Sersi shared a look, so did Thena and Gil, and Druig and Ikaris. For once the two agreed on something, that Kingo had lied or exaggerated the truth. The two talked for a moment before she hugged him tightly and made her way back to Billy.

Billy didn't know these people, and to say he has some trust issues would be an understatement. He looked to Loki and Thor, the people who had known Y/n longest past the group. When they both nodded he sighed and wrapped his arm around his daughters shoulders. “Davina is fully in control of her powers. She just uses them inappropriately sometimes. She has control over others emotions. Y/n described it like mind control.”

The Eternals all turned to look at Druig, whose eyes were trained on the child before him. “She can make you feel something, and you're never disoriented or confused. It never feels like it's someone else invading you, it feels completely at your will. She can make it so it fades eventually or it's there forever.” They all watched as he kissed the top of her head before leaning down and whispering in her ear.

She kept her face turned towards the group and away from Frank so he couldn't see when her eyes lit up. They only stayed that way for a moment, and next thing they knew Frank was rubbing his stomach. “Ya know what sounds good.. Ice cream.. We should get some ice cream on the way home Vi..” Billy, Tony and Davina all smiled trying not to chuckle and give anything away.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss her dad's cheek, he still had to lean down but he kissed her forehead again and told her he loved her. She skipped through the room, hugging all her aunts and uncles before darting up the stairs. Billy's smile fell to a straight and very serious face. As he took a breath to speak, Frank held his hand up “I know Bill.. Davina is the most precious thing in your life.. If she comes back with one hair out of place, a single bruise or scratch you'll skin me alive. I've kept the kid a million times.. I got this..”

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An hour later, the group still sat in a large living room. It had huge windows that overlooked a small lake in the backyard. Woods could be seen everywhere, deer and small animals making their way back out after the commotion from earlier. Sprite watched as many birds of all different colors ate from vararis bird feeders. Tony, Billy, Loki and Thor had all disappeared as soon as Frank had left with Davina.

The doorbell rang, and Billy walked out from what they assumed was an office and made his way down the stairs. Four men wearing all black with jackets that had Anvils logo on them walked in, then straight to the kitchen and out again. Tony and the two gods quickly followed him down the stairs, watching as he thanked the men and then dismissed them.

“Let's move this to the dining room, I'm sure you're all hungry.” Billy led them all to a room that had an open floor plan, the ceilings were high and the walls were a mix of white and blue. There was an island countertop that was covered in different bags and boxes. Billy soon set out plates, cups and silverware as he explained what all there was to eat.

“Pizza.. Cheese, pepperoni, meat lovers, veggie and supreme. Chinese.. Kung pao chicken, sweet and sour chicken and pork, dumplings, chow mein, fried rice and white rice as well as little donuts and rangoons. And lastly, Pad thai, like four different kinds. You'll find the fridge stocked with pops, wines and beers as well as water and juice. Help yourselves.”

The Avengers were used to this sort of thing, being around Tony for the last 12 or so years. But the Eternals were not, so when they looked through all the food, and then the fridge Sprite gawked and turned to the Dark haired man who was watching something on a tablet. “How much did all this cost!” Sersi tried to shush her, whispering about how rude that was to ask.

Billy laughed a little, and shrugged “I don't know a couple thousand.. Foods are getting more and more expressive but it is what it is.. Eat what you would like.” He turned and walked towards the dining room, which held a large dark wood and looked over his shoulder at it. “Jax, expand the table we have an extra ten quests. Soldiers help me grab the extra chairs.”

Bucky and Steve followed Billy as the others watched the table expand itself as they set more chairs out. As people started to sit and place their plates down, Billy set his tablet propped up on a side table. The Eternals looked over to see what seemed like live video of your bedroom. “Isn't that a little creepy? And a breach of her rights? Watching her while she sleeps..” Phastos said his face scrunching up a little as he turned away from the video.

Billy scoffed and tried to keep his cool, but it was pissing him off that these people were questioning him. People who haven't seen you in thousands of years, questioning him on how he cares for you. He walked back, set his plate down and crossed his arms. “I only watch her because sometimes when she's recovering there are problems.. Only when she falls as Keyara, she has set the bedroom unfire, blown the windows out of the house and other things.. But I know the signs that she's struggling so I keep an eye on her.. It's my job.”

Druig scoffed and brought his beer to his lips, when he looked over Billy and Tony were both glaring. Loki looked slightly amused and Thor looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Druig set his bottle down and leaned forward on his elbows as he spoke. “And who are you.. To my Y/n..”

Billy laughed, grabbing his chest as he tried to catch his breath and once he did he dropped the words that made the night even tenser. “I've known Y/n for 15 years.. And as of 9 years ago.. She's my wife..”

The Eternals all held their breath as they watched Druig and Billy stare at each other. Billy laughed again and started eating, not at all intimidated by Druig or anyone else in the house. “So I'm sure you all have lots of questions.. Tony, Loki, Thor and I decided that we are capable of answering them all.. I would rather you not swarm my wife with questions when she wakes up. It normally takes her a few days to fully recover, and this isn't her favorite thing to talk about.”

The Eternals all looked to Sersi as she was kind of their new leader, they figured she had all the same questions they did. She nodded and started with the first question. “How did you all come to meet Y/n, and when?”

Tony and Billy looked over to Thor and Loki, while Loki looked at Thor who sighed and started. “400 CE earth time, Ajax was instructed by Arishem to take Y/n from the Domo and bring her to him.. She in his words had ‘Lost her way and forgotten her destined path.’ Ajax took her and left her with him, and he showed her how you all moved on and went about your lives without her. How you didnt miss her, or look for her. And eventually she gave into his punishment and was banished from earth. She was placed under my charge and her powers were bound.”

Loki leaned back in his chair and sighed taking over, “Unfortunately we soon found out that her powers were not bound in a way we thought. They are bound to what we feel is almost like an alter ego.. Like you used to be Bruce.. We eventually learned the signs of her changing, and named the alter Keyara. Keyara isn't a bad person, per say, she is just the embodiment of all the darkness, stress, anxiety and bad feelings of Y/n. She has full use and then some of Y/ns normal powers, as you got a peak of earlier.”

Thena leaned forward and said, “You're saying that her powers from earlier were just a small part?” The Avengers and Billy all nodded, “We took her on a mission to Jotunheim, she thought Loki died and Keyara is very close to him.. When she took over she literally evaporated the frost giants and then just before we left, she blew the planet to pieces.”

The Eternals all just sat in silent shock. Bruce, who was sitting on the floor next to the table, cleared his throat “As on right now we know her powers include telekinesis, telepathy, flight at insane speeds even in outer space, molecular reconstruction, concussive force blasts, energy absorption, pyrokinesis, Psionic Nexus, and of course her immortality. But we never know what could happen next with her.”

“Eventually, Loki and Thor fought, Thor and Y/n ended up on earth and boom a few years later with the Avengers.. At the time it was just Me, Steve, Clint, Bruce and Natasha. But Thor released her from the hold he unwillingly had on her and she stayed with us for a little while. I see her as a little sister who's much older than me.” Tony said smiling as he thought about all the memories the two of you had.

“About 15 years ago, Loki and Y/n had visited earth and that's when I met them.. I was enamored with Y/n instantly. So every time they came back to visit she made sure to see me.. It's what got Frank and I through our military days. And when she was released from Thor she helped us build Anvil, which the three of us own together. Eventually we fell in love, bought our first house together, got married and now here we are. You are sitting at this table with two of the most powerful and rich men in the country and the richest woman is asleep upstairs.” Billy looked over at the tablet and watched as you pushed your body pillow down enough to move his over to your face.

He smiled a little as he imagined you breathing in his scent and hoped it could comfort you until he could come up. Food was gone by this point, literally all of it. Nobody spoke for a few minutes until Ikaris broke the tense silence.

“So where does the girl..Davina.. Come in..”

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