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...Should I make Druig a dad w/ Katey (that's what Hecate!Eternal goes by, but it's still you ig?) with twin girls when the gang arrives...or is that too much?

Because I already got the names, powers, and personalities picked out: They are 4 in this.

Laoise (Light Manipulator & Solar Magic; very energetic & social butterfly, loves sneak attacks, very hands-on learner; the older twin so she is very close and protective of her baby sister; Nicknames: Little Dove, Our Dawn, Mighty Warrior, Little Light, Our Sun)

Aisling (Dream Prophet & Lunar Magic; more quiet and introverted, loves to hang in her mom's magical library & the Amazon medical hut, go-to lie detector; being the younger twin, she is shy but her big sister always reassures her that she is brave; Nicknames: Little Nightingale, Little Seer, Mini-Librarian, Sweet Thinker, Our Moon)

Both girls have Druig's eyes & dimples & freckles; but Laoise has his brown curls that are lighter with slight highlights, while Aisling's is much darker and slightly wavy. Both like to wear it long and loose, but will wear it up if it is done by their mom and dad.

Both are extremely close to their parents, and see your and Druig's relationship as gold standard, and hope for that in their future. They grew up watching how you two were still separate individuals, but a powerful unit. They witnessed every gentle kiss and tight embrace, every loving gaze and soft smile, all the whispers of love and reassurance, and the overwhelming love and respect you two held for one another.

They don't really ask their Aunt Sephie about love because one time they did, and she got really quiet. She was still smiling, but her eyes became sad, as if she was remembering a certain blue-eyed friend with a silver streak in his hair who would keep her secrets and held her heart.

There are 2 other kids, both you and Druig's biological kids, but you pretty much adopted them. They are both

Damian, it was a name he gave himself. He was born in what is now Pakistan but was sold to Turkish military. He was sold into the army and trained since birth to be a soldier. At 20, he was then killed by order of his commanding officer, and resurrected as a "Div or Dev". He was then given a very strict and formal education: learning many languages and varied skills. His favorite that he picked up was drawing and painting. The only person who treated him with kindness was Shireen, a servant girl who was mistreated due to having survived leprosy as a child. He pitied the little girl for being assigned to a killer, but she always reassured him that she was happy to be his friend. In response to her kindness, he offered to teach her how to read and write. When he learned of her death, he collected her ashes and killed everyone involved in her death before escaping to look for anyone who could revive her. Shireen was born into poverty, she doesn't remember much of her past. She remembers that she was sick for a very long time before recovering. But after she recovered, her mother started to yell for anything. Not only that, but she would beat and ignore her too. She cried at night asking why Allah would curse her with such a hideous child; it wasn't long until she disappeared. Shireen knew her mother was cruel to her, but she still loved her. A man would find her on the streets, and told her that she was sold to them. She was assigned to be the Div's servant. The other servants would tell her horrible stories about him: saying that he would tear her limb from limb, pluck out her eyes, and drink her blood. But she quickly discovered that wasn't true. She also remembered dying, and being lost. But soon she woke up...only...with wings?

Dear God, I have absolutely ZERO self-control.

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Venus in Blue Jeans

(Shitty) Summary: After the events of stopping the Emergence, Druig decides to take some time for himself like the others allowed themselves to do only to find Venus. The only exciting thing about Venus was her name, otherwise she was just another waitress in a diner somewhere that was really in the middle of nowhere. Yet, everything she does is mesmerizing in the eyes of the eye-glowing eternal (whether he realizes it or not).

(This is ignoring the actual end of the movie)

Pairing: Druig x POC!femme oc

Word Count: 1.9k?

A/N: I had this idea the MINUTE I saw Druig in a leather jacket, like 50s/60s Greaser vibes, but not actually (moder au? idk man, I ran with it). It was supposed to stay in the drafts, but oop here it is because there aren’t enough Druig x POC characters out. But check out @wickeddruig ‘s master list for some Druig x POC!

(First time writing in third person, be kind plz)

Part II

"Irish, right?"

"Hm?" The blue-eyed boy hummed as his waitress topped off his coffee, a few drops falling on her shoes as she pulled the pot back towards her chest.

In all honesty in all of his years alive Druig's only been to Ireland a handful of times and never for pleasure. He wasn't sure why he'd come out talking the way he had, but all could be credited to the celestial that had made him the way he was. He never gave much thought to it as his family all had their own intonations. It was just the way it was. He was also never questioned about it. Looking at the person in front of him, he let his thoughts take place of his answer, leaving her only a blank expression as a response.

"Sorry, I've never been good with accents," She smiled softly, not embarrassed at the assumption, but confused at her own blurt-out. Her shift was never-ending, dull, and predictable. The diner was full of truckers from all over the states as their mandatory breaks led them here just as the sun was beginning to rise, "We don't get a lot of diversity around here."

"Born and bred, actually" Druig answered politely.

She was never one for small talk with the people who came in, she left that for the others. So now, awkwardly, she added, "You're a far way from home..."

"You don't know the half of it," He laughed lightly, bringing the black cup of coffee to his lips.

"What are you doing here?" She couldn't help but question. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He had a smart-looking haircut and a leather jacket to match. It contrasted the burly men with barn jackets who watched him carefully. But before she could hear his answer, her boss pulled her back to work, reprimanding her for the lingering chit-chat.

Druig hadn't meant to be here, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to his compound if there was even a compound left. Trying to avoid the question in its entirety, he decided to travel north. He thought about settling somewhere new, but nothing felt right and he kept moving. He was going to move until something felt right. And now he was looking for this so-called 'right' in El Paso, Texas. Or well, some small, forgotten town with its closest city being El Paso.

He didn't know what drew him to the dingy diner with the broken neon lights. But he knew he needed a moment to think, a moment where his thoughts could be his own, a moment to figure out his next steps, a moment to finally breathe. However, he hadn't expected it to be busy as dawn broke. Druig thought about using his powers to clear the unusually busy diner, but the men that occupied it looked like they needed a break of their own.

"For when you're ready," the waitress came back, placing the handwritten receipt in front of him and flittering off to the next person who needed her attention.

Druig watched her for a moment. She too looked out of place. Too deserving to be in a place like this. Yet, she moved elegantly around the place. While he sipped on his burnt coffee, he couldn’t help but notice how she added breath to the stagnant seeming environment. It was like she was floating. Her hair was in locs that were tied expertly into a bun. But it was clear she intentionally left two out to frame her face. Something that only added to the charm the other men gravitated towards.

He looked down at her handwriting, the numbers very round looking, a rushed scribble showing a quantity he didn't have on him. He had no money, he had no home, he had no life created like the others. Nothing to offer to the waitress. He was next on her rounds of collection, circling around the place swiftly. He was the last obstacle between her and the end of her shift.

When did coffee become so expensive, Druig thought to himself. He didn't want to use his powers at the moment, he needed a break from that too. But he didn't have much of a choice as she looked down at him expectantly.

Druig could feel the natural surge of his energy flow through his eyes as he tried to tap into her mind and have her work to his advantage. But she only blinked her dark eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched him look back at her with confusion. Never before had his power not-

"Please don't tell me you're about to dine and dash over terrible coffee," She joked with nervous laughter, hopeful she was wrong. He didn't look like someone who didn't have money, especially with the expensive-looking leather jacket he had on.

He was too stunned to even lie to her and try to get out of it, "I'm...sorry, I just-

"You know what," She said, pulling from the small number of tips she collected in her apron and counted out enough for a coffee, "Think of it as a welcome to town."

—-

It was day three of Druig staying in a ratty motel with itchy sheets and damp ceilings. He contemplated moving on to his next destination, but his mind was plagued with guilt.

He thought maybe it had to do with the fact that this would be his second self-exiling experience or the fact that for centuries he had held people captive. He thought hard and long on the subjects, and others, only to realize they felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. But it was the damned coffee that weighed him down. It was pocket change, it was nothing, but it was everything that kept him up at night. So much so, it forced him to return to that dingy diner.

"I'll be right with you," Her voice rang softly as she heard the door chime, "Sit wherever you'd like."

Druig watched as her finger followed the words of the text she was reading as if finishing the last line. Her nails were different than last time. They were longer and more colorful. There was a design on them, but he wasn't close enough to make it out quite yet, but from where he stood he could see how each color paired beautifully with her rich umber skin.

It took him a minute to pull his eyes away to follow her initial instructions and find a seat. It was the same as last time, the booth in the smallest corner of the place that was slightly hidden and secluded. Once she looked up, it took her a moment to find Druig's newly familiar face.

"Nice to see you again, Irish,” She smiled pulling her pen and pad out routinely to take his order, "What can I get you?"

He hadn't thought he'd get himself this far. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was interfering, again.

"What do you recommend?"

She didn't. Each plate was hard to distinguish from the next from all the grease. The same grease that's smell was almost impossible to wash out of her hair and clothes after each shift. She thought about telling him how most of it was frozen and microwaved or how the desserts were bought premade. But she plastered on the service smile and said, "Can't go wrong with a burger, right?"

He nodded his head in agreement and waited for her to take his order to the back before letting out a deep breath. He had gotten his initial wish of being one of the only people in the diner. There were two other men on the complete opposite end who were close to finishing their mean, chattering about human politics, something that wouldn't touch Druig the way it would them.

He took small bites of the food the waitress dropped off fluidly, eyes focused out the window looking out at the plain scenery. It was various shades of browns and tans for miles. The stereotypical tumbleweeds that could barely be made out in the distance were the most exciting things happening.

Druig's focus was shot and his energy felt different. The was something off. He wanted to find out what it was, maybe that would be the thing he was desperately looking for. He knew it would be a boding excuse for a distraction from what was truly bothering him. But he struggled to even think about that as his eyes shifted back to the increasingly rowdy men that were interrupting his brooding.

They were up from their booth and talking with the waitress, getting more combative by the moment. Druig wanted to roll his eyes at the older men and their utter incompetence. He tuned into the argument now. The men resorted to primitive insults all because they couldn't do simple math. He was watching it all unfold right in front of him. He didn't need to step in, he didn't need to intervene.

Instead, he pulled the crumpled money he had been able to scrounge up and placed it on his table. He had gotten as far as his newly acquired car before he stopped. He could still see her struggling with the two men through the window panes. He could see her getting more upset by the second. Druig's had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key that was one turn away from his freedom.

"Excuse me," Druig's voice was loud as he pulled the door open, placing as much attention as he could get onto himself, "Do either of you men have jumper cables, my car doesn’t seem to want to start.”

Easily taken from their previous conversation, the two men were more than happy to talk shop and follow the Eternal outside. Druig didn't care what they had to say and he didn't give it a second thought before his eyes glowed, making the men forget the diner, leave, and never come back. The same thing he thought he'd be doing. He wanted to do more damage, wanted his control back again, but he knew better.

Druig could leave now, get back in his car, and never look back. Again, something that would be the obviously smarter choice. Yet again, his body was drawn back inside the ever-so-dingy diner. There was no one but him and the waitress now, something that sparked an almost imperceptible sliver of excitement in him.

"I had that handled," She said in hushed tones as she pulled open the cash register, clearly frustrated by the entire situation, "I didn't need your help."

"I was helping them," Druig started, which made her eyes flash up in utter annoyance. But Druig hadn't finished as he added smartly, but kindly “If I waited any longer, you would have ripped them to shreds."

Her expression diffused slightly at his comment, but it wasn't enough to shake all of her upset, "Well you're all set."

Druig thought she wanted him to leave too, adding to the original guilt he had come in with. He could only deal with one source of guilt at a time. Once again digging through his jacket's pocket, he pulled out enough change and then some to hand to her. He counted out his money carefully, not really caring about the value, but taking every second he could to prolong the interaction.

"For the coffee..." Druig explained as she eyed him suspiciously, "Thank you...," He added as his eyes glanced at her plastic name tag, "Venus."

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ay0nha · 2 years

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Venus in Blue Jeans (II)

Summary: After the events of stopping the Emergence, Druig decides to take some time for himself like the others allowed themselves to do only to find Venus. The only exciting thing about Venus was her name, otherwise, she was just another waitress in a diner somewhere that was really in the middle of nowhere. Yet, everything she does is mesmerizing in the eyes of the eye-glowing eternal (whether he realizes it or not).

(This is ignoring the actual end of the movie)

Pairing: Druig x POC!femme oc

Word Count: 2.1K?

A/N: Just wanted to say that I’m fully aware that Venus is Roman and Aphrodite is Greek and that the Eternals played off Greek mythology. Thank you to a hate anon for being mean about it :) Otherwise, IDK what this is and it was a draft I rushed to finish, so mind the grammar and lack of plot and cringy flirting. Btw my girl uses Cantu. Sponsor me Cantu.

Venus's head was killing her. She was working a double shift, which meant double the pain that radiated from the base of her skull to her lower back. One good stretch was needed, but the door continued to chime with more people coming in.

"Venus!"

She hated the way her name was being called every few minutes for the next thing. She was ready to snap. The customer service voice was getting old and her smile could only stretch so far. As the day went on, it seemed like more people ditched their manners, taking pleasure in making her day worse.

Then, there was that incessant chime of the door again. All she needed was a deep breath to make it a bit more manageable, but whoever had entered brought the calmness she was chasing with them. Everyone seemed to calm down on their own accord, the loud environment became nothing more than a humming of white noise. It was him. He was the deep breath she was looking for.

She tried to hide her surge of energy as she told him, "Your usual spot is taken...That family over there is on some sort of cross-country road trip and they've just sat down...The children are just so sticky..."

She continued to ramble on as he watched her. Just the other day, she labeled him a regular. Regular. It was a new status for him. She was joking, of course, indulging in any conversation she could get with him as she was learning he was a man of few words. Always reserved, but welcoming. When Druig lost count of how many times he visited, he stopped questioning why he kept coming back. However, he knew it was the only time and place he could think, finding a place like that was rare.

"I can fit you at the counter, but I might have to talk your ear off," She offered with a kind look and he accepted without hesitation.

"I don't mind," He smiled as he sat down, sliding into the stool of the seat. A few of the other regulars eyed him in his spot, not knowing who they challenged to a staring contest.

Before he had a chance to do anything about the glares, Venus called back to him as she placed the food down at another's table, "Your usual?"

Wordlessly, he nodded, ringing his fingers together. He was tempted to pick up the hanging apron from the wall. He noticed the patterns of the workers here and no one worked nearly as hard as she did. Naturally, it upset him. Especially when they were no-shows like they were today, but Venus always brushed off his worries saying it would be more money in her pocket.

With his new spot, he could finally see what she was reading behind the counter. Any chance she got, she'd open the book, eyes scanning the page quickly before marking her page to go back to work. He'd think she wouldn't really get much in, but not he could see how the book was marked up in the margins, words highlighted, and pages bookmarked. He could see now as he reached over to have the book in his hands that it was worn, clearly not the first time she'd ran over the words.

As Venus wrote down another order, her eyes unconsciously looked for Druig while she repeated the order back. However, she did a double-take realizing what was in his hands. She stuttered for a moment, debating on going over to stop him. ut he was gentle with it and respected its privacy. The book that was left open on her counter was now closed in his hands. She could see from across the room he held it gently, taking in the cover and waiting for her to come back.

"You read?"

"Surprisingly," He started looking up at Venus with honest eyes, "No."

He pushed the book back to her now that she was back behind the counter, happy he purposefully got caught with it.

"Well, now that you've touched it, you have to read it," She shrugged, clearing a few plates beside him.

It was a bold thing to say and they both knew that as he cocked his head to the side, already looking at her teasingly, "I have to?"

She shrugged as she felt his tone travel from her head down to her toes, "Yes."

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The rain was unforgiving today and it matched Venus's mood. Usually, she loved days like this, it guaranteed a slow day. But she had gotten used to her visitor. Her eyes were trained on the door longer than usual. She had time to kill today, that was her excuse. She had gotten most of her tasks done just to keep her eyes off the door. However, the minute the familiar chime of the door, she dropped everything.

"I didn't think you'd show today," She let the words out to cover her sigh of relief. It was well into the night and without anyone coming in for hours, she was just a few minutes away from falling asleep on the job.

As Druig shook off some of the water he had taken in with him, he noticed her exhaustion instantly. With each step he started regretting showing up, he only added to her workload. He had started staying longer, lingering after he finished his meal. He kept to himself leaving any and everything sarcastic comments to himself. He was there to observe. She enjoyed being observed. Especially by him. Especially when she'd catch his eye trying to scurry and not be caught. Even now, as she set up a warm cup of coffee for him to sit at the counter across from her, he couldn't help but feel shy.

They were both quiet, tip-toeing around a new type of interaction. Druig watched her side profile as her eyes were taken off of him by a bright flash of lightning. He traced her features with his gaze, soaking in her demeanor of the night. From the moment she saw him, she was acting differently. She was calmer than usual. Even her body language was different, she was open.

She leaned over the counter to break their silence and look at the boy in front of her, "I love when it's like this."

She'd choose rain over sun any day. There was something so comforting to her about the inconsistency of rain. It was so inconsistently consistent.

"I like it too."

He felt comfortable with the rain. The way the humidity felt on his skin. He could sit here all night with the comfort of the rain, watching each droplet travel down the window panels. But thankfully he was pulled from his thoughts.

"I thought maybe you could try something different today," Venus started nervously. She wanted to get him talking more. In their encounters, she'd her enough of her own voice. So the minute her boss said that she'd baked something to add to their pastry counter, she knew it would be the next part to their night.

"Oh, yeah?" He asked, letting his smile happen. He was feeding off of her now.

"Yeah," She responded over another clap of thunder, pulling a fresh slice from the shelf.

He was in a talking mood and she wasn't going to let that go. She placed it in front of him with a stupid smile then pulled out a fresh fork for him to dig in. Druig never shied from food or snacks, but he wasn't always one for sweets. However, he was quick to accept it and more than happy to try it.

Venus watched him closely, trying to catch any quirk in his expression, but it stayed blank leading her to admit: "I've never actually tried it myself."

It was all he needed to hear to point the end of the fork towards her, inviting her to take a bite.

She tapped her nails against the counter in playful hesitation before taking the eating utensil out of his hand. He sat back, thoughtfully crossing his arms to watch her sink the fork back into the dense cake. His eyes weren't shy as he watched her full lips slide against the metal of the fork. She tried with all her might to copy that emotionless expression he held after his taste. She tried to focus on the stillness around them and the pitter-patter of the rain against the windows. But she burst with a quiet laugh, causing him to join in with her.

"God, that's awful," She continued to laugh despite the situation, putting a hand to her mouth. She shook her head trying to think of how else to describe the cake. But nothing could describe how chalky and horrible it truly was.

Instead, she pulled his mug from beside her, pouring warm coffee into it to wash away the lingering taste. She took a generous swig of it before pushing it toward Druig to finish. Any time their eyes connect, another small fit of laughter began. "I hope your plan for today wasn't to sell that cake," Druig chided.

"My plan," She matched his tone, just as humorously,"...was to eat this cake all day that way I didn't have to do actual work."

"What, you mean you get paid to stand around?" Druig humored her, acting like the numerous rude customers he'd seen her deal expertly with.

"Sadly, no," She matched his smile with a sigh, "Not only am I a waitress, but apparently I'm also a handyman."

His eyes trailed after her as she move away from him, so much so it caused him to spin in his stool and watch as she pushed randomly on the grungy jukebox. Druig wished he had the same ease with machines as Phastos did. He wasn't entirely useless with his hands, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to impress her. The thought alone was new for him. The desire to impress.

Before he could stop himself, he stepped in, "Mind if I take a crack at it?"

Her eyes flickered up from the machine up to him. She waved him over while backing away from the junk metal. He didn't know why, but he rubbed his hands together as if he was warming them. It was almost like a nervous tick as he crossed the space to stand next to her.

As she twisted her hair out of her face Druig caught a whiff of a very light scent of cocoa butter. They say smell is the strongest sense. Memory evoking even. But Druig couldn’t hold onto the fleeting feeling of deja vu he had as he moved to inspect the back of the machine.

"What is it that you do?" She asked from in front of him. He went into it with a confidence she wasn't expecting. As if he'd been around when the rusted metal was in its prime.

"Actually," He answered from behind the jukebox, peeking his head out to finish his response, "I'm looking for something new."

He was still in limbo, living his days out repetitively. He was a creature of habit, someone who had lived his life the same for as long as the celestials desired him to. Even now, in his so-called second, well third, chance he chose the comfort of routine. It wasn't hard to pick up the fact that Venus worked nearly every day. Always the early morning or late night shifts, with the rare lunch rush hour that was reserved for her double shifts. The days he went and she wasn't there, he didn't even bother to ask for her, let alone stay. The day would be spent waiting for the next.

"I mean if you manage to fix this I could put in a good word for you," She offered with furrowed eyebrows, trying to follow what exactly he was pressing and pushing, "A lot of men are looking for extra hands."

"Then the pressure is on," He joked easily.

The two were eating up this task. Taking their time in figuring it out. It was a mundane situation, nothing exciting happening other than the occasional thunder and occasional joking. It felt intensely natural and familiar.

Like jump-starting a car, he asked Venus to try turning it on a few times. It would play a record or two and then stop, needing to be turned off or unplugged and restarted before it continued to operate. After a few attempts, he realized that there were some parts that needed replacing. He wanted to extend his visits and now he had an excuse to. She said it herself, a man can only eat so many burgers. This was the low-hanging fruit and he was feeling greedy.

"We can pick up the parts and-

"Really, Druig?" A voice popped the very warm bubble the two others had created, "This is what you've been doing with your time off?"

Druig didn't even perk up at the voice, knowing sooner or later someone would be looking for him, "Kingo, I've missed you."

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