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athenamarie · 7 months
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✏️ FIRST AND LAST LINES ✏️
RULES: Go to your last 5 published fics and share the first and last line with no context!
A Kind Of Pretty Lethal Detective Duo:
FIRST: “Middle school. Talent show.”
LAST: “It’s a bit of a mystery to Wayne as to why, but he hugs the kid back nevertheless.”
Long Years Have Passed:
FIRST: “She often came to him like this.”
LAST: “Chrissy does not have anymore dreams that night.”
There You Are Sweetheart, Sorry I’m Late
FIRST: “In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born an only child.”
LAST: “‘That’s my girl,’ he says, and hops backwards off the balcony railing with a wiggled goodbye of his fingers.”
What If: Druig Went To Makkari:
FIRST: “Druig can hardly stay still.”
LAST: “He prays they can give Ikaris a long and painful death.”
I Thought I Had Wandered Into a Dream:
FIRST: “Chrissy had to be with her mother for the rest of the day, but they agreed to meet back at the clearing to take her to his Uncle’s.”
LAST: “And more.”
I was tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl and I’m tagging @beautifuldrukkari @simplymakkari ❤️
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beautifulmakkaris · 2 years
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burned out husk of a false god by GlassRose (rated E)
lover, please stay by pathrocluss 
over and over many setting suns by Ruby_Casablanca
another gust your body breathes by nebula5 (rated M)
you’ll find love with me somehow by chahakyn (rated M)
and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by thedarkestgrey
when i run out of road by disaster_boy
crawl home to her by dannydays
dona nobis pacem (grant us peace) by honeydwine (rated E)
a thing of beauty by Draco_sollicitus
multi-chapter (*complete)
slow hands by thedarkestgrey (rated E)
my scorching sun, show me the way by chahakyn*
but stranger things have happened in the nighttime by letherbeseen (rated M)
once upon a knightmare by dontshipislip*
eternally yours by salethe
series
quotations by qodarkness (rated E)
celestial bodies by chahakyn
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beautifuldrukkari · 2 years
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my drukkari fics (from oldest to newest)
promise me this (you’ll wait for me only) -  makkari is looking forward to starting a highly anticipated novel, but finds that her reading nook is currently occupied (completed)
it feels like a long way down -  a depressing drukkari on vormir fic (completed)
eternals groupchat -  post emergence eternals family groupchat except everyone made it out alive and ikaris & sprite didn't betray them because i'm choosing happiness, you're welcome (in progress)
kiss me hard before you go - “i can’t stay here anymore,” he whispered next, shamefully meeting her gaze. “i can’t; not for much longer.” makkari nodded, knowing that this was bound to come at some point. eternal, they may be, one’s mind could only take so much. and druig’s had been under constant stress for millennia. (completed)
and i will try to fix you -  druig and makkari tend to each other's wounds and confess all the feelings (completed)
guilty or innocent, my love is infinite - druig is the main villain of eternals, instead of ikaris, conquering the world with his power, has a secret on-and-off relationship with makkari over the centuries and tries to convince her to stay with him (completed)
all those shadows almost killed your light - druig's nightmares about past emergences were always brutal, but this one in particular was something else entirely... (completed)
what if i told you i feel like i know you (but we never met) - druig & makkari's final moments during the emergence of the planet they were on right before they were sent to earth (completed)
can i lay by your side - an escape mission goes terribly wrong and makkari is forced to lose the one who had promised her a forever... (in progress)
if there are any specific prompts for drukkari fics you’d like me to write, feel free to leave them in my ask box! 
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livsoulsecrets · 2 years
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Drukkari fic - I should’ve asked you how to be
Summary: Druig opens up to Makkari about his feelings in the aftermath of Ajak’s death and the battle with Ikaris.
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Makkari had just woken up and barged out of her room in a half-asleep state to stumble upon the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It was a Saturday early morning, the first they spent at Ajak’s house since they decided to stay there for some weeks before Makkari, Thena and Druig left to search for the other Eternals.
As usual, Makkari was the early riser among her family, at least that is what she assumed until her eyes darted to the nearest window in the kitchen and laid on a figure sitting alone under the only tree that occupied the garden.
Makkari blinked a couple of times before she properly believed her own eyes.
It was Druig, in gray T-shirt and sweatpants, head laying against the tree and eyes closed.
The sight of him was enough to render her to a frozen mess, but she forced herself to move anyway after some long seconds.
Druig was never one to wake up so early, if he was awake, Makkari could only assume something was bothering him.
Forgetting all about the coffee she was craving, she grabbed her shoes and advanced into the broad distance that stood between the house and where Druig was sitting down.
She didn’t bother to make her presence noted, knowing Druig was always able to tell when she approached him.
Proving her point, Druig’s eyes snapped open the second she stood in front of him, wearing an oversized t-shirt she had found on Ajak’s closet, a massive drawing of one of Kingo’s famous characters printed on it.
When Druig laid his eyes on her outfit, his mouth quirked up into a discreet smile and she rolled her eyes at him. He tapped the grass at his side, indicating she should sit down and Makkari obliged, laying against the tree as he was doing.
She could understand why he had planted himself at this spot now: the wind was less aggressive here, but a soft breeze still kissed their skin, not allowing the heat to overwhelm them. Also, it was away enough from the house to grant some privacy at the same time it allowed everyone to know where he was and that he was safe.
After all they had been through, it became a recurring habit for them to check on each other despite being all in the same house. Phastos hid it well, but he had been following Ben and Jack with his eyes at every turn and Thena wouldn’t go a whole hour without popping up behind one of them as if she was afraid they would disappear.
Makkari wouldn’t admit it, but she had entered Druig’s room more than once to make sure he was still there and panicked when she thought him to be gone.
Some seconds later, she would look over her shoulder and there he was: coming out of the kitchen, entering the living room, walking by Jack’s side as the boy told him about planets and stars.
Her shoulders would immediately relax at the sight of him and, every time, he would catch her eyes briefly and smile, as if he meant to tell her silently “I’m right here”.
— Why are you awake so early? — She asked once they were settled, side by side. Druig followed her hands with his eyes as she signed and took a moment to answer.
— I could not fall asleep. — His short response didn’t fool her for a second, but she didn’t mention it.
— Any reason for that? — She asked, turning her body towards him, observing his brow furrow as he thought about the question. Makkari watched attentively as the muscles on his throat tensed and he swallowed once before answering her.
— I found something in my room last night. — He starts, hands slowly uniting to sign. Makkari tilted her head, trying to think of a reason why that would be enough to disturb him. — Something I thought to be lost and forgotten a long time ago.
He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyelids. Makkari laid a hand on his forearm, concerned about how distressed he was.
Druig didn’t look up, but his muscles relaxed under her touch and she moved carefully to remove his hands from his face.
— What was it? — She questioned, once he stared at her again.
— It was a Marduk miniature. I gifted it to Ajak when we were living in Babylon.
Makkari’s face dropped at his answer, her heart swelling inside her chest. She understood how devastating it was to run into such a tangent memory of somebody you loved and lost.
After all, the entire house they were occupying felt like a constant and painful reminder of the empty space Ajak had left on their lives.
— I gained it from a merchant after I saved him from an angry costumer. — He laughed, but even without hearing the sound, Makkari knew it was hollow. His eyes were empty and his shoulders were slumped down, as if Druig was shrinking into himself. — I thought it didn’t exist anymore. But she kept it… I don’t even know why. — He revealed, signing faster.
— She kept it because she wanted to remember. — Makkari added quickly, their arms brushing as he bent over to pay attention to what she was saying.
— Remember what? — Druig questioned, shrugging. Makkari couldn’t contain a small smile from tugging at her lips when his face contorted in confusion.
His blue gaze was glittering as it focused on hers and, not for the first time, Makkari thought the sun had been made only for it to reflect on his eyes.
— Remember you. — She responded, laying a finger against his chest to reinforce her point.
His lips pursed and he shook his head, firmly, dismissing her answer.
— Why would she want to remember me? After everything?
— Because she loved you. She loved all of us.
— She lied to us, Makkari. For our whole lives.
— I know… I was angry too. I still am, but Ajak was my family. And you can be furious at family and still love them.
Makkari hoped he understood the underlying meaning of her words: that Druig, too, could mourn and love Ajak in the same intensity he resented her.
His eyes close for a moment as he takes a deep breath, as if he is bracing himself for what he is about to reveal.
— I realized something a while ago. Something that I didn’t allow myself to think about until now. — He blurted out. She realized he was mumbling the words as well as he was signing them, since his throat was moving constantly and she could sense the vibrations coming off him.
Considering they were alone, Makkari suspected he was voicing those words for himself, to try and make sense of what he was feeling.
— What’s it? — She asked, concern bottling up inside of her.
— I never had a mom. — As he brought his thumb to his chin in order to sign the word mom, his eyes glittered with pain.
It had never crossed her mind that Druig would be the one to bring that up.
— None of us had. — He added, firm hands forming the signs with calculated strength that pointed out how angry the statement made him feel. — I used to think I had a mom back in Olympia. Or some type of family back there. Even though I didn’t remember them, even though I left, I used to think I came from someone. But that was a lie Arishem planted on my head. We came from nothing.
Makkari wished that her hands would move as fast as the rest of her body usually did, but nothing came to her mind. There were no words of comfort that could possibly make this better. She had been plagued by the same type of thoughts when she first uncovered the truth, finding herself capable of missing a home that had never existed out of her own fabricated memories.
Still, there had been no time for her to dwell on such feelings as the possible end of the world approached and Ikaris showed his true colors. Only now, listening to Druig’s own confession of anger and disappointment, she had been able to revisit that place of mind.
Nonetheless, Makkari had found peace in knowing, regardless of how she came to be, she would always have a home by her family’s side. Despite her initial shock, being back with the other Eternals had restored her soul and the idea of leaving to find more of those who were like them filled Makkari with hope of better days to come.
Still, she couldn’t blame Druig for not seeing things in the same light. The lies that they were fed during an eternity couldn’t easily be swept away.
— And the worst part is not even that. It’s the fact Ajak was the only mom I ever had and she lied to me the whole time I knew her. — Makkari had barely recovered from the shock of his words when he went on to sign some more:
— She’s dead now. I can’t see her again. I can’t even fight her anymore. I can’t-
Druig chokes up and Makkari has to physically restrain herself from laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, fearing she would stop him from saying everything he has been keeping bottled up.
— I can’t even tell her I’m sorry for leaving. That I’m sorry she is gone and I did nothing to save her. That we believed in Ikaris’ lies, like we believed in hers.
This time, when his lips pursued and his hands fell, he stayed completely still. She waited for long moments until it became clear he had nothing else to say.
That is when Makkari leaped forward and hugged him as strongly as she could. Druig froze under her embrace for a second or two until she squeezed him harder and he gave in, throwing his arms around her. She pulled him against her chest and rested their weight against the tree, brushing through his hair with her fingers, massaging his scalp carefully.
The position was a bit awkward, considering Druig was much taller than her, but they adjusted to each other eventually and his body relaxed against her own.
Druig was never the type to ugly-cry or make much noise on times like these. Every time Makkari had seen him cry, it had been as if a blaze was slowly consuming him on the inside, erupting out of his eyes in silent tears. The only time he made noise was when the anger took over his body and his voice rose like thunder, the vibrations of it coursing through her spine. She had only ever seen it happen a few times over the course of thousands of years.
This, though, was different. He wasn’t crying because he was angry or feeling betrayed. This was pain, the type of pain he had buried deep inside to try and get away from, but, nonetheless, the sort of pain that caught up with him all the same.
The sobs erupted from his chest and made his entire body shake. Even then, Makkari didn’t let him go, holding him in place, cradled in her arms. She held him until his tears had dried out, until his body became stable under her touch again.
It took almost half an hour for him to move away from her embrace, sitting up again. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with tears, but the sight of his face was still the most remarkable vision of her lifetime.
— Are you okay? — She asked, not being able to let go of her concern about his state. He nodded, signing a quick “yes” back her way. Even though he was clearly shaken up, his answer seemed to be honest enough to grant her some relief. — So, let me tell you something. — Makkari starts carefully signing, trying to choose wisely what she is about to say, in order to not make him sadder.
— Sure. — He complies, tilting his head to view her better.
— I know it is hard to believe now, but she already knew all that. She kept your gift because she knew. It did not matter you had fought or that she was keeping secrets or that you were angry. She kept it because she loved you and knew you loved her.
Druig doesn’t move to sign anything, appearing to be taken aback by what she shared. Makkari bends forward and lays a hand on his cheek, softly caressing his face as he leans into the touch. She rests her forehead against his, like they did back at the beach when they saw each other again after the battle.
She took a deep breath and he followed her, the two of them falling into the same rhythm, eyes closed as they did so.
For a while, everything was still on Makkari’s mind, which didn’t happen often, so she held on to the moment for as long as she could.
Eventually, though, she was the one who pulled back, brushing his shoulder to let him know he should look back at her again.
— I am sorry you did not see her again before her death. I wish things were different. She died trying to make things better, to fix her mistakes. All we can do is try to follow her example, even now. We can only hope to make the right choices and count on each other when we don’t succeed. — Makkari hopes she is making some sense, hands hanging mid-air as she decides what to do next. — Do you understand? — She asks, finally, wanting to make sure Druig can see where she is coming from.
— I do. — Druig finally signs, nodding once he did so, biting his bottom lip for a second as he appeared to be deep in thought. — Thank you, Makkari. — She shakes her head and is about to tell him there is no need for that, but he raises a hand, making her stop. — Let me do this, alright? — He asks, sheepishly smiling at her. — Thank you, for real. I needed this today.
His gaze feels like a thousand feathers touching her skin at once as he drags his eyes across her face, almost excruciatingly slow. Not for the first time, she wonders if he can somehow sense the way her mind always overworks around him, especially when she is under his close exam.
Then, he signs again, pushing any coherent thought out of her mind in a matter of seconds.
— I really needed you. — He tells her in the same nonchalant way he says the most remarkable things that haunt Makkari even on her sleep. — Thank you for being here, as you always are. — The heat emanating from his body dwells into hers and Makkari nods, hoping he knows there is no universe where she isn’t there for him.
She lays her head on his shoulder instead of telling him that, though, and his right arm curls around her shoulders in a familiar gesture. Makkari closes her eyes as she melts against his side, her hand tightening around the soft material of his shirt.
Ajak, we miss you so much, she thinks, foolishly hoping the woman can somehow listen to her.
But don’t worry about Druig, she vows, I will look after him.
Always.
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ashksa · 1 year
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I did not give up on my fic yet btw, if anyobe wants to say hi
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causticcauses · 2 years
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What the Waves Wash Away
Part One -> Cross-posted on Ao3
Pairing: Druig x Makkari
Summary: Druig doesn't believe there are Deviants that they missed somewhere off the coast of South Africa. But still, getting away from Tenochtitlan and the ugly thoughts he has there is a relief, and travelling with Makkari even more so. It's not until a storm washes over them that Druig realizes what he might have to pay for the escape.
Fic Tags: Angst, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, tags may change in future chapters!   
A/N:  Quick note, in this fic Phastos’ magical map of Find Deviants doesn’t exist. It never made sense to me that they could have had a map that pinpointed Deviant locations – even if only by country/general area – and it still took them 6500 years or so to get rid of them all. So I’ve nixed that and they find Deviants the good old fashion way: by listening to rumours and finding them true about 4% of the time.
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Under his hands, the grainy wood of the railing offers a firm support, and Druig automatically tightens his grip, adjusting his stance as the ship rolls over the next small swell. It’s all the help he needs to keep his balance, and his mind isn’t on the stabilizing act; it’s on the early morning horizon, a swath of dark ocean and orange-red streaked skies. His eyes probe the distance, looking to catch sight of what he’s been waiting to see since the sun began rising.
Kinda idiotic, really. Standing here, waiting. She’ll get here when she gets here.
But nonetheless, Druig keeps up his vigil, if only to see her that much sooner.
Around him, the crew are bustling, and their chatter sweeps over him. None talk to him directly – actually, they avoid the area he’s claimed like it’s got the Black Death – but he doesn’t blame them. Usually, it takes at least a couple of years for the humans to develop any level of comfort with Druig in their midst, and these people have known him all of two weeks. The whole thing with the pirates who’d tried to attack the vessel several days ago probably hadn’t done much for their relaxation levels, either.  
Don’t interfere, that’s the rule, but Druig needs this ship, and the men to crew it. He couldn’t have it sunk or captured. Besides, he thinks having the pirates cut down their stupid flag and then throw all their weapons overboard made enough of a point. It was kinder than his first thought, which had been to make them jump overboard and then leave them there.
Maybe they’d realized that was a possibility. Either way, when he released them from his power, they’d limped away quick enough.
He and Makkari aren’t hugely concerned about the Portuguese sailors knowing they’re... well, what they are. But they hadn’t told them when they took passage, because if they had, one of two things would have happened. They would have been denied passage and had to seek another ship, or Druig would have had to take control of them and force them onto the open seas. And what a nasty voyage that would have been, driving home the very reason he hates himself.
Thus, a little lie. Interest in researching the flora and fauna of a remote chain of islands off the coast of South Africa. An impulsive noble fancying himself a scholar, recently made rich by the passing of his not dearly departed da. Makkari, his trustworthy and competent assistant. Druig had ignored the thoughts that floated in the sailors’ minds when they looked at her, like scum at the top of a pond. If he judged humans for every reprehensible thought they had, his life would be a helluva lot less complicated. He woulda been able to drop the question of what they deserve the first day he set foot on the planet.
Besides, it was strange, a woman of her stature – not to mention her obvious confidence – travelling so freely with a noble. Even when she isn’t moving at her natural speed, Makkari shines, and they aren’t used to seeing it. So Druig forgives them the thoughts... and tries not to glare too much. He’s failed at several points, but he tries. That’s the best anyone can do. The sailors chalked the scowling to him being a stuck up eccentric, probably from one of those “damn universities.”
After the little spat with the pirates, that story is out the window. If he could have hidden his part in it, Druig might have, but the glowing eyes gave the game away. Too late to take back now.
The crew hadn’t asked him about it. Several had crossed themselves when it happened, going cross-eyed trying to watch the pirates and Druig at the same time, and the captain had spat and then loudly harangued everyone back to work. Funny thing about sailors. They were some of the most superstitious lot he’d ever met, but they were also stolidly practical. Don’t look a gift Eternal in the mouth and all that.
It probably helped that he and Makkari had paid a king’s ransom for this particular voyage. Literally. He’s pretty sure one of the gold statues they’d traded had been involved in the ransom of a king, somewhere down the line.
At least it meant Makkari could move without reservations. Next to mind control, what’s super speed? After that encounter, she’d started zipping around when the mood took her, and if the watchman in the crow’s nest nearly had a heart attack the first time he found her suddenly beside him, eagerly scanning the horizon, well, no real harm done.  
He liked watching her interact with them after that first reveal. Makkari has a marvelous ability to engage with people just as they are, and her earnest curiosity about the working of the ship won them over. Before long, the more friendly of the crew were picking up simple signs, greeting her each morning and jabbering away about the topsail or whatever. The fact that they thought she was a benign spirit of some sort – or at the very least, lucky – was undoubtedly responsible for the thawing.
It entertained him, how quickly they warmed to her. Started thinking of her as – not quite human, but no devil, neither. They haven’t made that decision about him, but Druig’s felt them when Makkari shoves him to get his attention, or flicks him in the forehead for a particularly asinine comment, or encourages him to put on a juggling display for the sailors’ distraction during one of the frequent lulls in activity. They wanna believe if the nymph in their midst can treat him so casually, he can’t be that bad. Funniest thing is, he’s got no clue if Makkari realizes what she’s doing.
‘Course... It’s what she’s always done. Made him be. He drowns in what he isn’t, and she goes ahead and pulls him out of that. Hell, that’s probably what this whole trip is about. Deviants they missed last they were in Africa? Nah. If Druig were a betting man – and he isn’t, except the days he is – he’d say this was all about pulling him out of his slump. Reminding him of the good. The speed show Makkari puts on for the sailors is just part of that. Making the humans participate in his rehabilitation.
He snorts at the thought. It’s probably not a real generous idea.
Besides, showing her power was good preparation for when Makkari stepped onto the rail two days ago, her red tunic vibrant in the sun. She’d signed goodbye to Druig, waved cheerfully at the startled crew... and then jumped.
The ripple of panic and genuine fear for her safety that swept across many of the men and had them crowding to the railing endeared them to Druig. That, and amused him. After all, Makkari was already gone, a barely discernable plume in the distance.  
Yeah, most likely this is an excuse. After all, Makkari could scout for the Deviants herself. Hell, she's doing that now. She'd talked about communicating with the natives for information, making sure they didn't attack, but that’s a weak excuse. The islands aren't large; in this case, she probably doesn't need help from the humans to find the Deviants, so why even bother with them? Or him? What was the point of bringing him along when it made the trip so much longer? 
His family think they're subtle. It amuses Druig, in a way. Touches him, when it isn't annoying him. Makkari, Ajak, Sersi. He's pretty sure they're the ringleaders. He can't read his fellow Eternals in the same way as he can read humans, not without them willingly and deliberately opening up, but there are still things to pick up. And besides, the evaluating glances, the huddled conversations that broke up when he was near, the carefully optimistic and uplifting words... He didn't need to be psychic to know they were worried about him.
It’s been... bad, these last few decades. Sometimes Druig finds himself submerged in the humans. Drifting. Drifting and sinking. Some of his fellows think he’s worse this time because the Aztec practice human sacrifice, but that’s not it. Not really. What’s the difference between tearing out someone’s heart or leaving their stomach empty until they die? Or hanging them, stabbing them, letting pestilence gurgle their last breaths into oblivion?  It’s just a sliding scale of time, in the big picture.
The fear of the victims, the needless cruelty of the deaths, that doesn’t change. The things that Druig can’t reconcile – his purpose, his power – it’s all there, parading outside his head and demanding access.
The only difference is that Druig is getting tired of it. Tired and – something worse. Angry. Bitter. He feels it as a coiled, seething tension, a call to an action that he can’t commit. It makes him irritable. More likely to snap at the other Eternals. They see it, and it worries them.
It hadn't come as much of a surprise when Makkari approached him with tales of monsters off the coast of South Africa. They could have packed up the Domo and flown over to investigate, but Makkari had argued the Mexica needed protection from the rather alarming amount of Deviants that had gathered in the area. He’d pointed out only some of them needed to go, and she’d dismissed it with a casual airiness that assured him there was a reason it was just the two of them going.
So. A vacation of sorts. Just him and Makkari, for the last four or so months. They’d caught a ride with a Spanish galleon that he’d... coaxed... to actually find the right path to the continent of the Mexica. That path had been assiduously scrubbed from their minds once they were on board, superimposed by a story that he and Makkari had been there all along. It’d actually been quite difficult, and certainly toed the edge of Ajak’s rule of no interference, but technically nothing had changed for the Spanish sailors except a couple weeks of lost rations, and they’d left some coins in the hold that would pay for it.  
Honest only to himself, he’d enjoyed it. Not manipulating the humans, exactly, but the challenge of it. So often all he’s called to do is take over them directly, make them drop spears or swords, guns or slings. That’s easy. Pathetically easy. It’d been a good reminder that humans aren’t just clay, soft and yielding into any shape. That it takes effort to bend their minds and wills if he wants something more subtle or complex.
And, honest only to himself (but Makkari knows anyways), he’s enjoyed this whole trip. Landing in Cádiz, they’d done... regular things. No training. No fighting. No agonizing about grand morals. Makkari wouldn’t let him. She dragged him to a couple of landmarks in Spain: a cathedral, a mosque, some fancy gardens. He didn’t enjoy them as much as he enjoyed watching her look them over. The way her face lit up, the wonder and joy, even after all these years, it made something stir in his chest. A flicker of fire that’s been dwindling to ashes.
Druig can’t look at the humans’ accomplishments without thinking of their atrocities, but Makkari is different. She’s more – generous. Accepting. She can take the good with the bad and not balance the two on a scale to find out which is heavier. Makkari looks at their beautiful architecture and heartrending literature and fascinating creations, and she sees their potential. It’s a wonderful kind of vision.
Of course, she’s never been in a human’s head; she hasn’t felt the sweat and blood and pain that’s gone into most everything the humans have ever built.
There’s no point in wondering what she would be if she had his power. Druig is an idiot at times, but not that big of one. It only took him around two millennium to stop asking that particular question.
So he accepts her wonder like the antidote it is, and he drinks it in eagerly, greedily, and when she turns the smile on him it doesn’t heal the guilt, or the pain, or the anger, but it soothes it. Makes it somewhere close to bearable.    
That brings his mind back to the task at hand, and he resumes looking out. Two days, she’d said, and here they are. Two days, and no Makkari.
It isn’t that she has a particularly good grasp of time. Actually, next to Sersi, she’s probably the worst when it comes to keeping strict appointments. Who can blame her? Time is difficult enough for the rest of them, with months running through their fingers and years passing in flashes that blur together. He imagines that for Makkari, grappling with time as it tries to insist she match its slower pace makes it that much harder.  
But still, her mission shouldn’t take long – he’d actually half expected her last night. Besides, what mission? A mission of keeping up pretenses, probably kicking around the island – or hell, in India – just to make him think she actually looked for the Deviants.
The hours pass with no sign of her, and Druig is... uneasy. It doesn’t help that the sailors themselves are restless, casting dark looks at the skies and muttering amongst themselves. Their unease laps at him, a different kind of tide, and he has to steady himself against the swells of emotion. No point in letting them influence how he’s feeling, but it’s hard. It’s always been hard. The sentiments spill into him like drops of blood billowing through water. Thinning, certainly, but impossible to keep from spreading, and before too long Druig is red with their anxiety. He keeps up his watch, fingers increasingly tight on the rails.
At a little after noon the captain approaches, wringing his black hat in his hand. He’s a big man, all weathered hide and thick, salt-speckled beard, but it feels like he’s trying to squash himself into something smaller. Not possible, but he’s having a good go at it.
“Uh, sir? Druig? Sir Druig?” The man strings the titles together tentatively, nervous as a cat on water, and Druig plays with the idea of letting him sweat more. But that would be taking out his own disquiet on the faultless human. Not fair. Even if it would be funny.
“Druig is fine, captain Martym.” His Portuguese sounds rough, stilted, but it gets the job done, and that at least hasn’t been an issue.  
A bobbed head, the cap still being strangled between fingers. “Alright. Druig. Master Druig, I–”
“Just Druig, captain.” Necessary? No, but Makkari will literally kill herself laughing if she hears anyone refer to him as master, and she might just tell everyone else, too. He doesn’t need that particular title hanging around for some five or six obnoxious centuries. Knowing Sprite – or maybe Kingo – it could even hit a millennium.
“Uh, right. Druig.” If he’d looked nervous before, it’s a wonder the poor man isn’t tearing his hat to pieces now. “I’m not wanting to be interrupting your, uh, research,” and Druig is faintly impressed the captain is still clinging to that particular lie, “but I’ve a question.”
At first Druig doesn’t reply, eyes still on the sea, except then it becomes obvious Martym is definitely not going to continue without some sort of benediction. Biting back a sigh, he turns to face his companion. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, captain, so y’might as well ask.”
"Well, Druig, sir, you'n be having an idea of when the lass– err, lady might be returning? If she, uh, plans to return?"
He very deliberately does not correct that title. Both because as far as Druig's concerned it's accurate, and also the look on Makkari's face the first time she sees the captain call her lady will be priceless.
With a slight shrug and a glance over his shoulder – more ocean, and not much else – Druig replies, "She was 'sposed to be here a couple hours ago. If you wanted to place bets, I say she gets here today." Though his voice is light, Druig can feel the tension in his tightly crossed arms, and he quells an urge to look over his shoulder again.
There are surely a hundred reasons Makkari could have been delayed this long. It's just that Druig can't think of any that sound particularly convincing right now.
He shakes his head, a small rebuff of the worry. Makkari is strong. She can handle... whatever is keeping her.
Admittedly more to keep himself distracted than because he cares, Druig asks the captain, "Why? The crew pinin' away for my assistant?"
Martym winces, twisting his cap harder. If that's possible. Is it because his crew loves what could be an angel or a devil, by his religion? Druig rarely delves into individual minds in regular conversation; the toll he has to pay isn't worth travelling that road. And so, he tends to let impressions just come to him. What he's getting from the captain now doesn't answer nothing.
Anxiety, a slip of awe and a lot of fear. Nothing unexpected when facing an Eternal.
"Well, y'see, you've actually hit the nail on the head. Sir. Druig. The crew was hoping – actually, mayhap it's true to say expecting – that the lady would be back afore the storm."
"Storm?" he asks as he turns his eyes to the overcast sky. Druig doesn't know why he bothers. Meteorology has never been a strong suit with him, and one cloud looks much the same as another. No doubt Gilgamesh or Thena would be nodding along wisely at this point, but Druig is damned if he can spot any signal in the dark, patchy blue above.
The captain shifts, can't quite keep the surprise out of his voice. "Ye can't feel it?"
"Feelin’ the weather s’not really my talent," Druig replies dryly, and Martym flushes.
"Right. Course. Well – we' uns don't rightly call the weather, neither, but there's a storm coming. Most like later today."
"Hmm. And what’s it got to do with my assistant?"
Scratching at his beard as if he'd like to tear it off, Martym replies, "Meaning no offense if she ain't, none at all, but the lads... Well, they've gone and taken it in their heads she's lucky. They're saying the ship'll sail smooth through the storm if she were back."
"It probably would," Druig mutters, and means it. She’s already grasped how the ship works, and could probably sail it herself through just about anything, push came to shove. (This confident opinion coming from a man who could name three types of knots and tie two of them on a good day. He doesn’t share Makkari’s nautical fascination, but he sure does trust she’s as good a sailor as anything else.)
The temptation to check again looms, he fights it... and once again looks over his shoulder. You'd think six thousand years would give a person self-control, but...
Empty ocean. Where was she?
The captain is staring at him expectantly and Druig doesn't really know what to tell him. "I'm assumin' she got caught up in what she was doing," he finally says.
"Research?" the captain asks, tentatively, and Druig laughs.
"Something like that."
Even more hesitantly, his companion asks, "And this research is... good?"
Druig assumes tracking down a nightmare creature or two that's rumored to be plaguing a group of islanders would be considered a good deed, but he also assumes the captain would turn the ship around right away if he learned they were sailing straight towards it. Actually, not assumes. He's felt the man's love for this vessel. Martym would sacrifice his own newborn before he sacrificed the ship, probably.
"Good enough," is what he eventually says. "Me and Makkari, we're lookin’ for interesting creatures." To eradicate them. If they actually exist. He has his suspicions about that. "We heard there might be a few on the islands we're sailing to."
"And if yer right?"
If Makkari's insistence on scouting these islands pays off and there are actually Deviants lurking about, he’ll first be real surprised. Then she’ll make him apologize for not believing her – though really, Makkari isn’t giving him much reason to believe. After that’s all made up, she'll go off and grab at least some of the other Eternals from where they're setting up in the south lands, so far from here. They’ll come back on the Domo, leaving the rest to hold down the fort in Tenochtitlan.
The Mexica people who welcomed them there a few years back seemed... Well, friendly isn't the right word. Not with the sacrifices and the war games they played. But receptive to messengers they took to be from their gods. It was an easy enough narrative to let play out, if it meant the humans agreed to build bigger walls.
Druig is reasonably certain he won't come back to find his fellows driven out by angry and disillusioned humans. Sersi is good at building relations with their hosts. Sprite, too, and Kingo and Gilgamesh. They aren’t all shut-ins.
The captain is still waiting, so Druig says, “Just like we said when we took on. We’ll be on the islands for a while, maybe long as a couple weeks. You’ll just be anchored offshore. We’ll let you know if you’re needed, sooner or later.”
“And if’n we’re not needed, we’ll just be... leaving you.”
A sharp nod. “We’ll have our own way off the islands.”
There’s a flurry of questions sitting behind that sun-browned face, but Martym seems to have swallowed as much of the impossible as he can stomach in one session. “Right,” he says, and then repeats, “Right,” like it hadn’t quite caught reality the first time. “Well, you and the lady be speaking or whatnot, we’d, uh... She’s welcome back aboard, is all I’m wanting to say.”
Druig could have laughed at that, except what’s so ridiculous about expecting the supernatural to be able to speak with each other across long distances? “She’ll be here quick as she can. I can promise you that.”
The captain nods gratefully and retreats. It’s not until he’s several steps away that he sweeps his hat back on his head, more than a little worse for wear. The crew’s been doing their best to listen in while pretending they aren’t, and Martym bellows at them to get back to it. Maybe out of respect for the risk he took in approaching the myth in their midst, the men jump and get to pretending to work with alacrity. At least for a bit.      
Druig tunes it out, as best as he can. The sea’s getting choppier, darker, and as above, so below, ‘cause the clouds are starting a dark little number, too. Could that be keeping Makkari? Some storm she’s having to travel through? It doesn’t make sense. Sure, it might add seconds to her trek, minutes at most as she detours around large waves and the like, but it shouldn’t be an actual delay. Hell, she loves running through storms, least on land. She’s told him that herself. He’s pretty sure that can’t be it.
It begins to rain a short while after. And a shorter while after that it begins to pour. Sort of a sudden dump from the heavens. Druig listens to the cursing of the sailors as they batten down the foodstuffs in the hold, the sound far away and scattered by the growing wind. It's driving the rain and it hits the ship in gusts. Not yet a howl, but getting there.
A good thing Phastos isn't here. The way the ship is tilting, he'd probably be spewing his guts right now. Druig suffers no such issues, but he can see a time, somewhere ahead of now, where keeping his balance on the heaving deck will become a challenge.
And still Druig waits, and watches, keeping only absentmindedly out of the way of the sailors. By now, he can't pretend to himself that this is normal.
Could Makkari... Could there actually be Deviants on the islands? Could the rumours Makkari had picked up be true? She hadn't really thought so, for all that she refused to drop the sham as they travelled. The very fact that they took the slow, circuitous route proved that she didn’t believe it. If she'd actually thought humans were being killed by Deviants, she would have done something about it at her speed, not his. So would the rest of the Eternals, if they’d believed it when they sent him and Makkari off.
But rumours have their sources. He'd assumed that source was some squealing boar or maybe... he didn't know. A lion? Something big that somehow got from the mainland of South Africa to the chain of islands?
And if there were Deviants, what would Makkari have done? Not fought them. Right?
"Christ and damnation," he curses, the words drowned by the rain. His stomach is doing something uncomfortable – trying to kill itself, apparently – and he'll be lucky if he doesn't have a bunch of splinters through his fingers, the way he's been clutching at the railing.
Makkari is strong. So strong. But there's a reason so many of them were sent to Earth, and the reason ain’t for the delightful company. It's ‘cause one on one, Deviants are hard to kill. In packs, they're a nightmare waiting to rip an Eternal to shreds.
Makkari knows that. Of course she does. She's just as smart as she is strong.
...So where is she? Where the hell–
The ship heaves itself over a swell, and a crack of lightning rips across the sky. The momentary glow illuminates something far away that only his enhanced eyesight could catch. A glimpse of red, there and then sucked back into black. Red where no red should be.
His stomach stops trying to squeeze itself into nothing and instead leaps up his throat. Without really thinking about it, Druig know it’s Makkari. You just can’t live with someone thousands of years and not know who they are. Besides, as automatic as breathing, seconds after, he’s reaching out with his power.
It’s not the same as feeling the humans, not nearly. The humans are as obvious as sunshine on a sunny day, easy to see as grains of sand on a beach, if just about as hard to keep individual track of. Hell, keeping them and their bloody blatant emotions away is the trick, not searching them out. His companions aren’t like that. It’s not easy to sense them. But all the same, they’ve all got a feel, unique as a fingerprint.
Makkari is like wind rippling through sun-dappled grass. Can’t see it, but you can feel its passing. Catch it as a fresh sound just at the edge of hearing. Pleasant, lively, distant–
And currently drenched.
Druig jumps onto the rail, keeps his balance as he cups his hands around his mouth. “Makkari!” he bellows, loud as he can. At the same time, he stamps his foot into the wood of the rail, a heavy crack sounding as he partially breaks the thick bar. If she can catch the vibrations, it might help her zero in on the ship. His eyes strain for a sight, but without the lightning, there’s no–
Like his thought called it from the sky, a jagged flash, and he sees her again. A little closer. But not nearly as close as she should be. Why in the hell is she moving so slow?
He waits for another clash of light and sound, another moment of clarity. It comes, too slow, and yes, she's definitely moving closer, but there's something so wrong here. Makkari doesn't move like that. It's an awkward, stilted gait, and in the brief second he has before the lightning snaps away, Druig realizes she's actually falling into the water. Floundering in it, almost, like she can't get enough speed to actually stay on top of the surface. Or at least not for long enough to keep herself up.
Another flash of light, another grotesque mockery of how gracefully Makkari moves. There’s something wrong. There is something so fucking wrong.
There’s a sharp keening, either in his head or his ears or his imagination, and it takes Druig several more heartbeats to realize it’s actually Makkari. Not a sound, a thought. No, not a thought. A feeling, found by his reaching mind. Fear, pain, panic, desperation. Strong enough to press through the usual wall that’s between him and the rest of the Eternals. Something he’s never heard from Makkari in six thousand years.
Before any idea actually comes to his mind, Druig is jumping. It’s automatic, a reflex. Makkari, afraid. Druig, jumping.
He falls.
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thedarkestgreys · 2 years
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the epilogue writing process for slow hands is coming along very very incredibly slowly. like snails pace.
I left Druig and Makkari in a good place at the end of the fic, but they’ve got 600 years plus some centuries worth of emotional baggage to work through and I need to do it justice.
It’s getting there. I’ll have it posted as soon as I feel like it’s ready. ✨���️🖤✨
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apparentlytheproblem · 7 months
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if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone
druig recomendations
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perfectly busy - @tokkiotears
lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.
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not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up
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"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose
bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.
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angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?
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sunshine - @itsapeterthing
firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.
warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff
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how could they not know? - @saintlike78
to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.
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nothing but fluff really, dialog heavy.
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hold - @redheadspark
bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.
warnings-
Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff
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warmth - @stranger-nightmare
these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.
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one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way
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boyfriend headcannons - @luventi
just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.
warnings-
druig x gn eternal!reader, au where everyone is alive and happy and together, there will be dashes of suggestive content admits all the fluff so be warned!
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shy lover - @writing-wh0re
[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]
felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work
warnings-
Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)
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simplymakkari · 8 months
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butfilmstills · 1 year
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i know it’s been more than a year and nobody’s talking about eternals anymore, but i’ve read so many drukkari fics over the course of the last 12 months that i’m just SAD i never got my college AU where they’re both college professors, makkari’s teaching archeology and druig’s teaching psychology / STEM and they just meet and flirt and fall in love OK ????? unfair
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upon-a-starry-night · 10 months
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Never Lost Pt1
~Ongoing~
Drukkari x female reader
College Au
Summary: You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?
(disclaimer! This series is unedited and will have errors- I apologize)
You smiled as you felt the fresh warm air hit your face, stepping out of the car you admired to view in front of you.The dorm buildings were huge and lavish, you could only imagine what the inside looked like. 
You were snapped out of your thoughts by your mom nudging your shoulder
“Come on Y/n, we don’t have all day and I have a flight to catch” She grabbed some of your bags from the backseat and began walking towards the dorm doors, you playfully rolled your eyes- it was 8 AM you both had plenty of time to get your stuff unpacked.
Your mother had gratefully made the drive up to California with you in your car, but she was catching a flight back home this evening in order to get back in time for work.
You grabbed one of the duffel bags and slung it around your shoulder before grabbing a box and following after your mom, you found her talking with the receptionist at the front desk of the building, they both looked at you as you approached
“Hi! You must be Y/n?” the woman questioned and you groaned
“Mom, what have you told her?” your mom just shook her head with a small smile
“I’m just trying to find out where your room is y/n” She stated, you squinted your eyes at her in suspicion
“Right, I just need you to sign a few papers and then i can give you your keycard- it’s used to get in your dorm, foodhall, and lounge rooms” 
“Ok cool” You set down your stuff and grabbed the pen handed to you, briefly reading over everything before signing
“So she has a roommate right?” Your mom inquired
“Yes, she arrived yesterday so all of her stuff will be in the room already, i’m not sure if she’s there currently but i guess you’ll find out” The receptionist said
“She?” Your mother turned to you with an inquisitive smirk on her face and you had to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes again. 
It was no secret that you were bisexual, and you were lucky to have a mother that was accepting but it also meant that she was buying you anything and everything that had a rainbow and assumed you were going to fall in love with every girl you met. You were lucky you did most of the shopping for your dorm by yourself or you’re almost entirely sure your bedspread and school supplies would all be rainbow.
You waved a polite goodbye to the front desk lady as you picked up your bags and new keycard and began walking to your dorm, you had to take the elevator because your room was on the second floor but you didn’t mind as you didn’t have anything too heavy to unpack anyway.
You scanned the keycard until the lock flashed green and entered the room, you looked over to the other side that was practically already fully decorated and noticed a few track trophies and posters of older bands of music, they had good taste you decided. 
You set your stuff down on your side, throwing the duffle bag onto the bed before following it and laying down. 
Huh, the bed wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. 
Your mother huffed “no no no Y/n there is no time for resting, we’ve got to unpack the rest of the car come on” She left no room for arguments as she exited the room, she was always one to worry about time crunches.
You ran after your mom as she nearly speed walked out of the building, stopping in the lobby to catch your breath when you noticed by far the prettiest girl you’d ever seen walk into the building, she was dressed in a crop top and leggings showing off her beautiful caramel skin and good physique as she wiped sweat off her neck with a towel, obviously coming back from some sort of run.
She looked over at you, catching you staring and giving you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen before waving and walking away. Oh yeah, you liked this college already. 
You and your mom grabbed the rest of your stuff and you locked your car before making your way back, this time when you opened your door there was someone inside and you thanked the heavens for whoever assigned the roommates. The same girl you’d run into downstairs was sitting on her bed and scrolling on her phone, looking up when you and your mother entered
“Oh look Y/n! Hi, I’m y/n’s mother it’s nice to meet you” You mother set down the boxes she was holding and walked over to the pretty girl who sat up to shake your moms hand 
“What’s your name darling?” your mother questioned, you could see the girl paying avid attention to your mom’s mouth, you were about to question it before your eyes were drawn down to her hands as she signed her name M-a-k-k-a-r-i. Ah, now you understood, she was reading her lips.
You smiled to yourself as you put down your boxes and walked over, introducing yourself in return, the girl looked mildly surprised but more pleased than anything.
“You speak sign language?” She signed
You nodded “My nephew is deaf so i learned it so I could communicate with him-, you explained
“That’s very sweet of you” 
“Thank you”
“Well i’m glad to see you two getting along already” you mother interjected “but we need to get you set up Hon” she turned to you and you sighed
“Alright”
Makkari offered to help and despite you telling her you didn’t want to inconvenience her, she still helped you set up a few things, the three of you working together got the unpacking done a lot faster than you’d excepted and by the time noon came around you were practically finished 
“Shit that was fast” you expressed, Makkari smiling and your mother swatting you on the shoulder
You sat down on your bed as your mother announced she was going to the bathroom, Makkari sat across from you on her bed
“So,” you began signing “You do track?” you nodded your head in the direction of her trophies
She beamed “Yes! I love running, it’s always been very therapeutic for me”
You snorted “couldn’t be me, exercise is not my thing, the most I can do is like 2 push-ups and a hike to the nearest ice cream shop”
She shook her head, pretending to scold you “exercise is very important, helps to keep you healthy”
“Amongst other things” you muttered to yourself, trying hard not to look at the abs showing slightly under the crop top she was wearing, when you looked back up she was smirking. Shit, had she read your lips?
Your mother burst back in right at that moment, complaining that you hadn’t moved since she left and forcing you to get off your bed to continue setting everything up, there were still some things you needed, like food for the next week at least and a few textbooks so after finishing your room you waved goodbye to Makkari and went off with your mom.
You had a feeling this school year was going to be interesting, to say the least
Yay Chapter 1! As always, Please leave a comment to tell me what you thought!- Starry
Pt2.
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athenamarie · 2 years
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I posted a new fic, may I present: Druig and Makkari The Untold Years ✨🫶🏻
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kangaracha · 9 months
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hey do that tag game and tag zom mom
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️
sent: december 16th 2022. once again, i am the queen of finding old posts. and you all said i should tag things so i can find them later, ha.
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'NEVERMORE' we all knew would come out on top. this is THE brainworm. the piece de resistance. the swansong except i'm not quitting or dying when it's done. hopefully. i haven't told anyone but i'm very aware this could blow out to 200 or 300k if i finish it, and it's. i just love it. unfettered creativity etc. Nevermore is based on the stray kids cinematic universe, the music videos and performances that all connect to tell a story, but even if you don't know stray kids, i think you can read it - it's about a group of boys (a band? a group of musicians?) stumbling into another world that is made of music and controlled by a strict government, and their journey back home to their own time and place, and the things that are left in their wake. it's huge and it's long and it's the first time i've reached 70k and still felt like i have a hand on all the plot lines without leaving plot holes in my wake.
'The Gone And The Gathered' is a zombies fic set in an au where zombietown is treated as an internment camp by Seabrook, also based on ghettos/concentration camps from WW2. Zombies are used to run the power plant and supply electricity and water to Seabrook and have never left the town; werewolves are known wild entities, and some have been captured as they are Useful in maintenance in the power plant. The story follows teenaged Wanda and Zoey through a series of discoveries about their world and the ripple effect this has on Zombietown and the world beyond the walls that they have never seen - and it's about staying quiet and accepting your lot in life, or daring to strike out and create a better future for yourself and your people, even if it might mean sacrificing yourself.
'Turn Your Back On Mother Nature' is a MCU Eternals fic, focused on Druig and Makkari. It contains five canon compliant scenes that, given my own director's cut, I would have added to the movie - not meant to change anything, but just meant to complement the plot and the character's own individual storylines and give more depth and meaning. I feel like I really excel at working within the boundaries given by a certain media and it's one of the main things that keeps me coming back to the challenge of writing fanfiction, and I'm so proud of the job that I did on this - it's well written, my character work really stands out, and I thought the scenes really worked to capture each idea I was trying to express. mwah good job roo.
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'if only we knew (the things we know)' and it's sequel, 'and the chasm grows', two of my long zombies stand-alones, are the fics i always think of first when asked what writing I'm most proud of. The themes are big - death, and knowing that you're going to die soon (cancer related themes, though this isn't about cancer), and facing down the idea of genocide of your entire race. They're very dark, as they have to be, and they're very hopeless, and whenever the odd reader comes along they tell me that they cried, and yet I think I managed to find a little bit of warmth in each, the strings of community and family and comfort that hold on until the very end. I specifically recommend the final scene of chasms, which i wrote in a blinding flash of inspiration and will never be able to recreate - it sticks with me even now, and while I can't remember certain other scenes from these fics, I will never forget that ending, and the way it made me as the writer feel when i finished and looked back on it.
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hepbaestus · 2 years
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Fading into the Shadows snippets
Here are some random sentences/small phrases from what's written so far;
"No one could match their love.”
"Zinnia's were their favourite flower."
It had all our secrets.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, beautiful?"
even though they knew it'd be almost impossible to die.
Confusion spread across Druig's face.
she was idealising them almost too much.
I tried to get a range of phrases from random points in the fic that sound pretty ambiguous. I'd like to hear what you thoughts are on the fic; what it might be and stuff like that.
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livsoulsecrets · 2 years
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Drukkari Fanfic - When the sun came up, I was looking at you
Summary: How did Druig decide to stay with the Eternals and leave with Makkari and Thena to search for the others?
“He pictured Makkari back inside the Domo, once Phastos managed to restore it, traveling far away into different galaxies and worlds […].
Makkari, away from Earth… Away from him.“
Or…
Druig wonders if he should stay with the Eternals after the battle with Ikaris, but Makkari makes that an easy choice to make.
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When Phastos suggested they retrieved back to Ajak’s house in South Dakota to recover from fighting Ikaris, Druig wondered for a split second if that was a good idea. Considering the fact Ikaris had just tried to kill all of them, succeeded to do so with Ajak and provoked Gilgamesh’s death, he was hesitant to believe the rest of them sharing a home was even remotely safe.
Then, he took a single look to his surroundings, standing at the same beach, eyes running around from a shocked Sprite to a still shaken up Sersi. His eyes crossed those of a limping Phastos and a disheartened Thena, until finally landing on Makkari.
She was as gorgeous as ever, but there were bruises forming in her neck now, looking an awful lot like the ones he was bearing as well after being thrown away by Ikaris. He hated to think she had felt that same kind of pain, that he had been helpless as she suffered.
It was clear none of them were in any conditions of being alone. They needed to rest, cut off from the rest of the world, and Ajak’s old house was the best place to do so.
Yet, in the end, it was Makkari that got him to stay. Not because she asked him to, but simply because he couldn’t bear to let her go again after all these years.
Makkari had signed to him, “Are you coming?”, a kind smile on her lips, no pressure or malice crossing her face.
“Yes”, he had answered, immediately, barely registering the moment he made that decision. Her face brightened up with relief and that was enough to assure him that was the right call.
The trip to South Dakota had been a weird one, all of them in contemplative silence until finally making it to their destination, trying to make sense of all they had been through.
As they made their way through the hills to reach Ajak’s home, Druig found himself thinking back to the years he had spent by these people’s side and how awfully easy it had felt to lean back into who they used to be together during the last few days.
From all of them, Makkari had often been the only one he allowed to get closer, but he had shared his moments with all of them. Phastos was quick to deflect showing any trust towards Druig, but he still remembered the long hours he spent eating his way through their stash of food as Phastos worked on a new project, the two of them spending hours together, split between moments of total silence and bickering.
On the other hand, Thena had a tendency of prioritizing their purpose over most things, which did make it hard to approach her. Nonetheless, the two of them had gone in many missions together over the centuries. Druig used to push civilians away from the fight as Thena sliced Deviants left and right.
Every time she made it back to their meeting spot, covered in black blood and with a proud grin on her face, he would be waiting with a snarky comment about something she did during the fight on the tip of his tongue, just to hear Thena mumbling she could cut him in half if he pushed her too hard.
Sprite was probably the easiest one to approach, always ready to make a story up out of any event. Druig used to collect horror stories from all the mortals they encountered so he could pass them on to Sprite and watch the types of imageries she could conjure up based on those.
Lastly, his thoughts landed on Sersi. Weirdly, she had always seemed to understand his need to protect humans in a far deeper level than the others. Makkari was the only one who came close, but that wasn’t surprising, with her ever kind soul. Sersi just had a similar connection to them, built the same way as Druig’s.
She understood that humanity was vain, reckless, dangerous and flawed, but that it could be just as beautiful, caring, surprising and persevering. They both weren’t fighters, which also made them companions in the never-ending frustration of not being able to properly protect humans at times.
Still, there were many differences standing between them. Sersi was usually quick to trust Ajak’s guidance and place her faith on their mission while Druig found himself hesitant to blindly believe there was not more he could be doing with his powers.
Also, he could never understand what was it she saw in Ikaris that made her so deeply in love with him. Despite that, he did respect her far more than he did most people, which Druig knew Sersi appreciated.
Nonetheless, even knowing how much they had in common, it still caught him by surprise when she approached him the second they reached Ajak’s old property. Phastos had rushed forward to pick Jack up into his arms and lock Ben in a tight embrace, Makkari smiling over at them softly as Thena stayed quietly by her side, Sprite entering the house without saying a word.
— You’re not disappearing again, are you? — She rushed to say, pulling him by the arm as he stopped walking. A dry laugh caught at his throat as Druig stared at her in awe.
— Why do you ask? Would you miss me that much? — He joked, not understanding her sudden interest in his whereabouts. Sersi rolled her eyes impatiently before speaking again. There was an aura of impatience surrounding her, as if the loss of Ikaris had pushed her over the edge, pressing the need to make many decisions all at once. Perhaps the burden of leadership was already heavy on her shoulders.
— I’m being serious, Druig. We may have made our choice, but there are others like us out there who weren’t given that chance. Somebody will have to go after them. — Druig was still unaware of why she was bringing this up to him of all people when she completed: — I need to figure a lot of things out here on Earth, as I suspect Phastos and Kingo feel the same way, it is quite clear who will have to do the searching. I need to know if you are willing to join them.
Her eyes darted towards the spot where Thena and Makkari were still standing up, signing back and forth about how cute Jack was and how Phastos seemed radiant to be back with his family.
Druig felt something pull inside his chest at the sight of Makkari bathed by sunlight, body shaking with laughter.
He pictured Makkari back inside the Domo, once Phastos managed to restore it, traveling far away into different galaxies and worlds, knowing she could never stand still as others lived by the same lie that had affected them so deeply.
Makkari, away from Earth… Away from him.
Of course, she would be the one to volunteer for such mission. She would never give up the hope others would see life as she did.
Thena would be the obvious choice to accompany her. Druig doubted she would like to return to the home she shared with Gilgamesh for so many years after losing him and the time away from Earth could do her well after everything she had faced.
In a bit of a shock, Druig torn his eyes away from Makkari to face Sersi again, finally understanding the reasoning behind her question: Sersi was leaving, going back to her life, as Phastos would do. Sprite was human now and ready to build a life of her own, as Kingo already had. Makkari and Thena were going to leave once the Domo was fixed... Which left Druig as the only one without a destination.
He didn’t have a home to go back to, not after the village was invaded by Deviants and he led everyone way, as Sersi herself had convinced him to do. It was the right choice to make and he was somewhat grateful she was the one to show him that, considering his pride may have bested him had the advice come from somebody else.
Still, he had been living away from the other Eternals for so long that he had forgotten what it felt like to be surrounded by those that shared his immortality and unique knowledge about the universe. Also, Druig was not sure he would even be able to navigate that once more, especially now that he knew the purpose they shared for millennia was a lie.
— I... I actually don’t know. — He finally answers and Sersi exhales for a second, as if she is deeply relieved by his response. Druig tilts his head at her, intrigued.
— I just thought you would say no immediately. — She explains sheepishly, crossing her arms around her body.
— Honestly, I thought so too. — He agrees, a bit confused about his own recent actions.
— Well, we are not going anywhere for a while, anyway. We could all use a break while the ship is being fixed. — As Sersi spoke, Druig felt Makkari’s eyes on him, turning his head slightly to find her walking into his and Sersi’s direction, as Thena followed Phastos, Ben and Jack inside. — Just think about it and let me know what you decide. — Sersi suggested, attracting Druig’s attention once again.
— I will. Just need to figure some things out first. — Sersi nodded her understanding, leaning down to pick up a small rock laying at her feet. She played with it for a second before looking up at him again.
— For what is worth, I think we would all be happy to have you around again. — Sersi waved at Makkari as she finished crossing the space between them, distractingly turning the rock into small flowers that fluctuated around her. She had the habit of transforming anything within her reach when she was deep in thought, Druig remembered now, surprised by the fondness that spread through his chest at the memory. — Some more than others. — She added once Makkari reached them, leaving Druig so affected he barely noticed the quick signing exchange between the two women near him before Sersi parted with a crypt smile on her lips.
Once Makkari stood in front of him, his surroundings quickly lost interest as she moved her hands to ask him “What did Sersi tell you? You seemed worried.”
Since they were the only ones outside now, Druig resumed to simply signing “She was checking in, making sure I was okay.”
He didn’t know why he was so bent on keeping Sersi’s invitation to himself, but he simply wasn’t sure how he felt about it yet.
“And how are you?”, Makkari asked and he chuckled softly.
Makkari smiles when he answers “I’m good”, but her head bends to the side as if she is wondering if that is true.
Druig signs “I promise”, which seems to be enough to draw her distrust away.
She quickly responded, saying “I’m glad.” For some seconds, her hands stop mid-motion while she thinks through what she is about to tell him, but, finally, her hands move again: “I was really scared when Ikaris attacked you.”
“Me too”, he responds, laughing without humor, but Makkari shakes her head, showing she is serious about this.
“I thought you were dead.”
His eyes widen as Makkari frowns her bow. As his face softens under her firm look, she adds: “When Ikaris said you were gone, I attacked him back. I wanted to hurt him because of what he did to you.”
Druig stares at her in awe, trying to wrap his head around the fact he had caused such an effect on Makkari. It wasn’t that he didn’t know she cared about him, of course she did. Makkari had such a light inside herself that it was hard for her not to care about something.
Yet, going as far as charging against someone that powerful for him? Putting herself in danger, like that, without thinking about the consequences?
Druig felt warm all over, as if she was forcing every bit of his cynicism out of the way with her honesty. He was suddenly divided between feeling moved by her actions and deeply concern about her recklessness.
“I wanted to kill him. I would have taken Ikaris down for what he did to you or I would die trying.”
His mouth goes dry as she stares right into his eyes and her hands come to a rest by each side of her body. Druig knows he has lost any control over himself at this point, so he doesn’t try to stop his hand when it moves slowly to lay against Makkari’s face, a mere brush of the palm of his hand against her cheekbone. She closes her eyes briefly and Druig knows now, better than ever, that he would have endured every miserable bit of the last 7,000 years again if it meant he could hold her like that in this very moment.
When she opens her eyes again, they focus on his and he removes his hand carefully, missing the contact, but needing to tell her “I am not worth it, Makkari.”
She squints her eyes, shaking her head with confidence, but he insists “I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you because of me... I don’t deserve it.”
“You do. I know you do.” Makkari insists, stubborn as always, which somehow makes her even more admirable. He lifts his hands, intending to argue back, but he can’t bring himself to do it, not when she’s standing so close, piercing into his soul with her kind gaze and radiant grin.
“I didn’t realize I was that important to you.”
He settles for stating the first thought that crossed his mind, remembering the shock upon realizing what Makkari had done, what she had risked, for him.
Makkari turns her head back immediately, seeming almost offended by his words, signing firmly: “You have always been, Druig.”
For a moment, she seems about to reveal something else, but her hands remain still, the weight of the words hanging between them.
There is a choice to be made here, he realizes. Druig could fill the silence with reassuring words in order to let the tension subside, he could allow his feelings to become dormant again, ignoring how painfully clear his love for her had become… Or he could take up the opportunity her honesty was offering him and take down his walls.
“I heard you”, he tells her impulsively, recalling the agonizing moments he spent drowning in the unbearable heat and suffocating weight of rocks in that beach.
The choice was made.
Her face is a mix of confusion and curiosity as he signs his explanation, “When Ikaris attacked me, I heard you scream before I passed out… I thought it was my imagination because of the pain, but it was really you. It is ridiculous, but I think that’s what brought me back. You… Just you.”
Makkari’s eyes are filling with tears as he signs his thoughts carefully and Druig doesn’t know if he can hold it together any longer.
He remains still and there are seven thousand years of unspoken words floating between them right now. There is so much he needs to say, that she must know: the way he missed her every second they were apart; how he still looked over his shoulder every time the wind howled, hoping to find her racing towards him; the fact he knew exactly how many freckles covered her nose and could tell when she was upset because she would wrinkle it non-stop.
Druig didn’t say any of those things, at least not out in the open, but he certainly hoped Makkari could read a bit of them in his eyes. Instead, he stepped closer and, with the type of bravery he never judged himself capable of having, Druig told her the simple truth:
“I love you, Makkari.”
The words collapse out of both his lips and hands as she watches him closely.
A soundless gasp leaves her mouth and he fights the urge to reach forward and collapse against her body, like he had done so many times before.
“I remember the day we came to Earth and you signed the whole way down because you were just so in love with how the planet looked. I couldn’t care less if we were going to Earth or the Sun, all I could see was you. I thought you were beautiful. I didn’t understand how I knew that word or why, but, for the last seven thousand years, you have been my only definition of beautiful.”
Makkari remains still, which is completely unexpected behavior for her and does make Druig’s mind run circles around itself. He has lived longer than entire planets, fought unspeakable threats, been in the minds of countless humans, seen all the types of love and pain that have taken over their lives.
Yet, he’s standing in front of Makkari now, feeling like a blank page, unaware if he’s making any sense, if he misunderstood Makkari’s concern for something else and has just made an irredeemable mistake that will cost him the most important person in his life.
“Makkari, I’m sorry if this is not-”
His hands are interrupted mid-sign by Makkari launching forward and grabbing them with her own hands, shaking her head.
“Druig, please”, she starts once she lets his hands go, standing close enough that he needs to look down to watch her sign her final words. “Just stop.”
Druig freezes and he stares at her, mouth hanging open, Makkari’s eyes looking up at him. It is too much and it is not enough, all at once.
And, then, her face cracks into the most remarkable smile he has ever seen. The type of smile he could live a thousand lives to earn and still not be deserving.
His whole body trembles with the realization everything between them is about to change. His head falls instantly, his lips reaching for hers, consequences be damned, but Makkari is faster than him, as usual.
She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him towards her, clashing their lips together. Her hands grab at his hair when Druig presses his whole body against her and she lets a surprised squeal scape her lips when he clasps his hands around her waist.
Makkari doesn’t kiss the way she runs: it is quite the opposite, actually, he realizes with a jolt of surprise. She does it slowly. Her hands don’t rush against the back of his neck, instead, her tender touch reclaims every cell on his body to herself in an unhuried motion.
Druig knows he is doomed.
He also knows he has never felt happier.
Actually, he is about to kiss her harder and stronger and never allow her to step away from his grip again when he hears a poorly hidden gasp coming from the house’s direction. He backs away slowly and shudders, severely annoyed the moment he has spent his every living second thinking about has been interrupted by his family’s inability to stop being nosy.
It is only when he buries his face in Makkari’s shoulder with a sigh that Druig realizes he just called the insufferable idiots that are now whistling and clapping at them his family.
Makkari’s hand softly massages his neck, which does give him the strength to finally stare at her properly. The vision of her hits him like a thousand bricks, as usual. Except this time, it’s a brand new image that will fill his memory for the next millennia or so: her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen, her chest is moving up and down as if she’s gasping for air, but her eyes-
Her eyes are glowing and gorgeous and staring at him, as if he’s even worthy of that type of look.
“Druig.” She signs, waiting for him to nod and show he’s paying attention. “I love you, too.”
One of their unwelcomed spectators must have recognized the sign she did even from a distance, because Druig is certain he just heard Sersi squeal unbelievably loud.
It’s ridiculous, completely nonsensical.
And, yet, Druig can’t stop himself from grinning like a fool.
“Also, I think everyone is watching us.” She states, pointing at the house; deliberately avoiding to stare at their visitors.
“I say we ignore them.” Druig suggests and Makkari laughs with her whole body, radiant.
“And how do we do that?”, she questions, but Druig is grabbing her by the waist already with one hand, loosely signing with the other.
“We run.”
A wide grin spreads across her face and, before he can follow her into it, she’s moving.
They’re halfway across the property in the blink of an eye and Druig feels a dizziness taking over him that has nothing to do with velocity.
“You know they will never let us forget this, right?”, she jokes once they have stopped running.
They have put a safe distance between them and their audience, sunlight iluminating their features as they stand face to face.
“They never let anything go. It is their thing.” He brushes off, smiling a bit too widely.
Makkari doesn’t answer, choosing to lean in and kiss him instead, throwing her arms around his neck as he kisses her harder and longer, just as he wished to do earlier.
In that split second of consciousness, before he gets swept away by Makkari’s overpowering touch and scent and taste, he realizes something important.
He’s not leaving.
Not now, not ever again.
Perhaps part of him knew that already, even when Sersi first asked, or maybe since the moment Makkari hugged him on that beach upon realizing he was still alive.
It doesn’t matter, anyway.
Makkari is what tethers all the best parts of him, the one common factor among all his moments of happiness on this planet and all the others – even the ones he doesn’t remember.
He holds on.
The sun is almost setting when Druig and Makkari return to Ajak’s house, after she spent long minutes trying to convince him they had to go back in eventually.
Druig didn’t share the same opinion. As far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to do anything else other than entangle themselves together until they lost sense of the world around them.
Still, Makkari was more persuasive than he could ever dream of being, mind control powers or not.
When they step back in the porch, they are welcomed by the sight of Thena reading a book, tangled in a wool blanket, her sword laying at her feet. It would be an odd combination of objects had it belonged to anyone else, but Druig and Makkari didn’t bat an eye at the scene.
Thena lazily looked up from her book and dragged her eyes slowly from Druig’s face – stamped with joy – to Makkari’s unbeliavebly large smile. Finally, her gaze laid on the intertwined hands pressed between their bodies and she grinned devilishly.
— Took you long enough. — She said and signed at the same time; her book momentarily forgotten at her lap.
Makkari’s face turned red and the blush made her freckles pop up, a vision that would be enough to render Druig speechless most days, but that completely obliterated his mind right now. He couldn’t have formed a coherent sentence even if he tried, so Druig simply rolled his eyes at Thena and marched forward, Makkari’s hand still locked on his.
Even after they walked away, he could still feel Thena’s amazed gaze glued to their backs.
Druig was hoping they could silently make their way through the living room and hide in whatever room was assigned to him, but Phastos popped up from the couch so fast Druig feared his head would fall off his body.
He walked towards them with his hands resting in front of his body, Ben and Jack napping on the couch. Sersi’s head showed up on the kitchen’s door, her interest in the situation stamped across her features, and Druig cursed himself for not walking through the backdoor to avoid every last one of them.
Soon enough, Sersi had rushed to stand by Phastos’ side, barely containing her excitement. Makkari’s head dropped to lay on his shoulder and his heart raced so fast his vision blurred for a second. She was hiding her face on the side of his body, probably blushing from her cheeks to her ears. He barely fought off the urge of pulling her face towards him again just so he could appreciate the vision.
Finally, Phastos cleared his throat loudly and Druig jolted awake from his daydreams, softly nudging Makkari on the side so she knew Phastos was about to speak.
— So... I guess this isn’t new. — He remarked, voice low as not to wake his husband and kid, signing at the same time, pointedly looking at Makkari with wiggled eyebrows. She just shrugged timidly in response.
— It is... — Druig argued back, eyes falling down to look at Makkari. His mind hovers over memories he kept at bay for years and years: the day they met, the first time she hugged him, the smile on her face as she gave him a name sing and more, so much more. He grins and adds: — And it isn’t.
— You know what? — Phastos lifts his hands to sign as he shakes his head strongly. — I don’t even want to know.
Despite his words, Phastos is still smiling as he settles back on the couch with a satisfied sigh.
— You two just take care of each other, like you always do. — He signed, a serious gaze passing from Makkari to Druig as he did so.
Makkari confidently signed her promise back to Phastos: “You know I will.” Druig simply met Phastos’ gaze with his own and gave him a sharp nod, trusting the man knew him well enough to understand the one thing he would never back off from was protecting Makkari.
— I am sure they will. — Sersi complied, hands dancing in the air as she signed. — For what is worth, I am happy for you both, as is Phastos.
— Speak for yourself, Sersi. — Phastos retorted from the couch, but his voice lacked any real malice. Makkari shook her head, too entertained by Phastos’ poor performance of a bad mood. She moved forward, momentarily letting go of Druig’s hand to dive into Phastos for a side hug, being promptly embraced by him. As they bantered, signing back and forth, Sersi approached Druig for the second time that day.
— Good to have you back, Druig. — Sersi told him, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips, as she nudged his shoulder with her own.
— Who said anything about being back, Sersi? — He retorted, lifting his eyebrows in false confusion. Sersi laughed weakly, but there was genuine happiness attached to it.
— You see? You are already being a brat. It feels like you never even left. — She wrinkled her nose before dropping to the couch and enveloping Makkari in a hug of her own, signing to her once they separated, Makkari’s head falling back in a content laugh shortly after.
Amidst the mess of arms and legs that occupied the couch, Druig couldn’t quite make up what was it that made Makkari laugh so freely. Before he could ask anything, she lifted herself from the couch and grabbed his arm again. He gladly allowed her to guide him away from the living room, as Sersi laid her head on Phastos’ shoulder and made herself comfortable against his side.
As they walked away, Makkari told him Sersi had picked two bedrooms for them towards the end of the hallway, one in front of the other. Druig poorly hid his smile, feeling almost temped to thank their friend for it.
They were standing in the empty corridor now, Makkari laying against the wall as Druig stared down at her, stupidly beaming from ear to ear.
“You seem happy”, he signed, earning a wicked grin from her in response.
“I am happy”, she answered promptly, poking him at the chest as he proudly lifted his chin. “Don’t get so sure of yourself.”
“Why not?” He stepped closer, so much his hand brushed her hair as he moved it to sign: “I was kissed by the most beautiful woman in the world.”
This time, she didn’t reprimand him, instead, she chuckled as he brushed his lips against hers again.
“Are you sure? Because the way I remember it, you kissed me”, she teased.
Druig rolled his eyes, pretending to be offended, as he watched a radiant smile break through her face.
“Agree to disagree?”, he offered, already diving for another kiss as she nodded, half-serious.
Makkari traced his lips with the tips of her fingers after that, crinkling her eyes attentively.
“Do you know what Sersi told me in the living room?”, she signed after long seconds of stillness. Druig was a bit shaken up by the sudden lack of proximity due to her signing, but he managed to shake his head, letting her know he had no idea.
“She said: I knew you would make him stay”.
Druig used to think seven thousand years were enough to teach one how to properly hide their emotions, but he proved himself wrong as soon as his cheeks burned red at Makkari’s comment. It didn’t get better when she leaned forward, placing a hand against his heart – that beat rapidly - to lay a kiss on his cheek, the feeling of her lips against his skin overwhelming his whole being.
“Is she right?”, she questioned, appearing to be entirely aware of her effect on him.
Druig couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it at that moment.
“About what?”, he stupidly asked back, hands trembling.
“About you staying.”
He just nodded once, knowing that much had been true for a while, despite his best efforts to play it off.
Makkari bit her bottom lip and it flushed red. There was a light to her eyes Druig had only ever seen being directed at her best artifacts discoveries or flashing through her face after a long run.
For some insane reason, that look was directed towards him right now.
“Why?”, she queried, head tilted as she waited for his response.
“For me. For us, our family”, he listed, being partially honest.
Druig paused for a second, eyes narrowing as he worked up the courage to say what was on his mind. Makkari was patiently staring back at him, curiosity and hope flashing across her gorgeous face.
“But, mostly, for you.”
Makkari was very still for a moment while he studied her gaze.
“Is that okay?”, he asks, being fully aware of the weight his words hold right now.
Finally, she purses her lips together and nods firmly.
“Yes”, she lively signs in response.
“Yes?”, he confirms, head shaking as they laugh, falling into each other again.
She doesn’t answer. There is no need for it as they stumble into his room and Makkari shuts the door behind them with fierce determination.
This time, nothing comes to stand between them, no duty, no fears and, finally, no secrets.
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