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apparentlytheproblem · 8 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

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

"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-?

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

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.

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.

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Just a hint of angst but mostly fluff

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

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.

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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!

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

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Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Marvel Characters Masterlist

Requests/asks are open!

Main Masterlist

(I mostly write for mcu women but I can do almost anyone!)

All My stories are except for ships are Xreader!

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 10 months

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Everything Is Possible Now

read on AO3

1k, Druig/Makkari, M-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s July prompt “power swap”

Summary: Due to unforeseeable circumstances, Druig ends up with Makkari's powers and Makkari ends up with Druig's.

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simplymakkari · 7 months

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[Read on Ao3]

"I canna believe we're doing t'is," mumbles Druig, swallowing a bite of Kinder's, signing as he finishes, "sometimes, 'Kari, I'd really wish ye'd say no these days, yeah?"

"Yeah." Makkari sighs, her shoulders dropping dramatically, thumb and pinky jutted out, sliding back and forth on her chest. "Me too. Hey, save some for me!" Makkari makes a wild grab for the candy bag he's holding, only for him to hold it out of reach.

Silently, Druig chortles, shoulders shaking silent. She rolls her eyes but happily accepts a bite he's saved for her, each swallowing the last piece. Shadow Warrior 4: Out of Space and Time breezes past it's first act.

Makkari throws a kennel at the screen, blinking innocently as a passerby glares at her – there are only fifteen people in here – pretending she's interested in the scene before her: Kingo dramatically spouting off an soliloquy to a woman that clearly wasn't interested, subtitles running on the lower screen. The lighting and mood shifts; Kingo and his love interest begin to glide into a classical Bollywood number.

#druig #makkari #drukkari #barry keoghan #lauren ridloff #eternals #ao3 #drabble #fluff

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Our Di

Summary: Druig thought he only had room in his heart for one Eternal. He was wrong, there was room for two.

Warnings: A hint of angst, but mostly some cute fluff!

A/N: This is my attempt at a Drukkari x reader one shot! I hope it was good for you all! Diana is an OG Eternal, her powers of Nature and Animal Manipulation (Based off Diana, the Roman Goddess of Animals and Nature)

Druig's POV

The Domo

Something tickled your nose, making you squirm a bit as you were blinking awake from the deep slumber you were in, soft skin against your bare arm and the small scent of something floral, perhaps honey, going through your nostrils. Your eyes opened, the intense dream you had was slipping away, and the one site that was in front of you made your heart quench and ache.

Makkari, across from you in her own slumber. You could tell she was sleeping soundly and with nothing haunting her dreams, her perfect lips parted slightly for you to hear her barely snoring. Her face was rested and calm, no longer filled with worry or fear as it was weeks earlier when you were stopping the Emergence on Earth. She was back to her normal self: Cheerful, mischievous, and optimistic. The very speedster you fell in love with so long ago and who had room in your heart when you thought your heart would be lonely.

She was sprawled on her back, limbs loose and calm under the thing sheets with her bare chest being covered barely and her braids around her like a crown. The faint marks from the previous night scattered on her neck and near her collarbone, making your cheeks flush for a second with the memory of placing those marks there with your own lips and teeth. No matter how many times you fell into bed together, or how many centuries you loved on one another, it always felt like the first time you kissed her and laid with her. The electricity on your fingertips against her skin, the euphoria of her breath on your lips as you made her moan and smile, it was all and more you could ever want with her.

But you were distracted by the movement between you and Makkari, a shift in the bedsheets and a low hum heard. Your eyes moved from Makkari's sleeping body to the one between you two, your eyes widening a bit and a soft smile appeared on your face.

Diana, fast sleep and nestled against your front.

Babylonia

"Has anyone seen Diana anywhere?"

"Probably talking to the horses again out near the town at the stables,"

You were eating an apple as Kingo and Gilgamesh were talking about Diana, you humming and taking one last bite before holding the pit firmly in your hand as Phastos was working away at his station with Sprite watching him with her signature unamused stare.

"We should go get her, the sun's going down and we know she'll chat with those animals for hours on end," Gilgamesh suggested as he gestured to the hallway that lead to the opening ramp, "Ajak will scold her if she comes late again,"

"I'll get her," You spoke, the others watching you now with intrigue as you grabbed a few more apples from the lab station near Phastos, "I need to stretch my legs any who,"

" 'Stretch my legs'….that's what we call it these days," Sprite commented in a snort as you rolled your eyes and walked out of the lab. You shoved the remaining apples in your pockets and strolled, seeing the sunset light coming through the opening into the Domo. The tints of orange and yellow seemed inviting as you were greeting by the outside elements, breathing in the upcoming rainfall that could happen within hours. Perhaps you could ask Diana, since she had a keen way of knowing the weather before it could ever come to be.

Walking along the outside of the city, you knew where the stables were for the horses amongst the noblemen. It was a familiar path that you took almost every day, the others not knowing of course since you moved mostly in secret and within the shadows. No matter how hard the day was or how tried you were in your work with the humans, you found yourself walking to the horses.

Mostly, to Diana.

There she was, standing in front of one stall with a beautiful horse who already had his head out to nuzzle at Diana's hands. She was beaming, touching the top of the horse with her delicate fingers. You stood back a bit, drinking in the view that was in front of you and how peaceful it was. Diana was only focused on the horse in front of her, grinning as the horse seemed to be chirping back at her while she was clad in her rosy yellow armor. There were clear evident signs that she was communicating with that animal: her brows were a pinch together but almost relaxed, her breath shallowing down a split second. Even the small of a glow in her own orbs, like yours when you used your powers, shining a bit bright as she used her ability on creatures both big and small. She loved each of them, cared for them, and even had some to her bidding from time to time.

Of course, you were intrigued with Diana from the moment you watched her fight against a Deviant. Her fierce nature to protect and defend was mixed with her gentle tones and soothing touches along the earth and with innocent creatures. Even when you assumed you were careful enough, that you had your guard up while you were around her, she still crept into your heart.

"Druig?"

She was watching you, having you return to your thoughts while the horse she was standing in front of chittered at the intruder. You hummed, walking over with one hand holding the apple pit and the other reaching in to take out two whole apples.

"I bring a peace offering," You said to her, seeing her smile warmly at you when you were finally next to her. Holding out the apples in your palm, you heard the horse shift back and forth in excitement and Diana chuckle, "I figured your friend here would have better uses for these than Gilgamesh and his cooking,"

"I happen to like his cooking," Diana countered, though there was no heat behind her tone. She sighed and took one apple, placing it felt against her palm and offering it to the horse. He nibbled and took it with ease, Diana's face lighting up with happiness from the gesture. Then before you could move away from her, She took your wrist gently and moved her fingers along your hand to make your palm flat. You were frozen for a moment, unsure what to do since her touch on your was so soft and and yet exhilarating simultaneously. You eyes watched intensely as your palm was now flat, Diana balancing the apple right in the middle and then guiding you to stand in front of the gentle creature. You didn't know what to do, your track record with animals wasn't great. But Diana was calm next to you as you were nose to nose with a massive horse. He sniffed at you, making you feel small like an ant in comparison to him.

"Hey, " Diana hummed to you, making you look away from the horse that was staring you down over to her. Her eyes were bright, two pools of light brown and gold that seemed like almost have the same shade of fresh honey from the comb. You could get lost in them, and something deep inside of you want do just that. As long as those eyes were guiding you home then you didn't care.

"Be calm, he feels your fear," She explained, your eyes quickly going to the horse. HIs big eyes watching you directly, shooting one huff of hot air from his nostril as Diana gently squeezed your wrist to bring your eyes back to her.

"I got you," She reassured you, her voice soothing like the seashore. You nodded, saying nothing while Diana guided your hand over to where she wanted to place it. You looked too, afraid to move or spook the horse as the apple was right near its lips. Once again, the horse almost eyed you, possibly reading your energy and if you could be trusted.

He took the apple in one go, some slobber on your palm as Diana laughed. The horse chewed the apple, you sighed in relief as you carefully wiped your hand along your armor on your leg.

"He likes you," Diana commented lightly, reaching up to touch the horses neck, who nuzzled against her palm and fingers. You could only smile, since you something moving deep inside of you from the simple smile she gave and the small touch of her hands on your wrist. It felt like the world melted away, and it was just Diana.

You were in love with her, and it scared the shit out of you.

Carefully you moved out of bed, making sure both Diana and Makkari were still asleep and not disturbed by your movements. Thankfully they were still asleep as you moved out of the bed, finding your pants somewhere on the ground to throw on and tip toe over to the bathroom. The only source of light that was coming into the room was the scattered stars in the galaxy, clusters of the milky way etched in the back sky and hints of blue and purple swirled together like watercolor. It gave the haunting glow in your room, which made you stop and look behind you one more time to the massive bed against the wall. Diana and Makkari fast asleep, their skin tinted with the glow of the stars and cosmic colors. You never thought you would could two individuals as beautiful as those two in that moment, even as Diana shifted and turned on her other side, nestling into Makkari's hold as Makkari's nose went into Diana's caramel hair.

If you spent the rest of your eternal life watching them both deeply asleep and wrapped in peace, you'd be satisfied.

Finally, you tore your eyes away and went into the bathroom, getting the shower turned on and the water hot. You watched the rainforest shower head release the water with ease, silently grinning from the modifications Phastos made on the Doom before you all left earth. You admired the inventor, he had more heart than you ever thought. Chucking away your pants and going under the cascading water, you closed your eyes and breathed in the steam. All of the events on that beach flooded your mind, almost clouding it for a moment as you were standing under the running water. Ikaris nearly killing you and throwing you to the ground, you hearing Makkari's scream that sounded so painful and raw as you slammed into the earth, and lastly feeling the ground around you shake and quiver. You knew it wasn't from the impact, nor was it from the Emergence since you stopped for a brief moment.

No, you knew who caused that.

You opened your eyes, the water going over your face and almost into your eyes as you looked down at your skin. Weeks before they were scarred and tainted from Ikaris, tender to the touch and almost unbearable to move at times. But your wounds were bearable in comparison to what the others went through. You were glad it was over, focusing on the new task on finding other Eternals that could exist and could be in other systems. Earth was behind you, along with the painful memories that were there that you experiences.

But not all the memories were painful.

The Amazon

1600s

How are you, by the way?

"I'm fine, 'Kari," She merely eyes you as you both were sitting together on a fallen log, right in front of a fire that was made inside a pit. Some of the people in your village were going about their business and leaving the two of you be, one new hut was nearly completed over to the side and another was about to have its foundations laid out. You paused and looked around the area, the new village that you've help create and protect for nearly 100 years. The soldiers that came with you stated their own families, littles ones growing before your eyes and giving you the sense of hope that life was good.

It felt better in comparison to what you felt the night you felt your family behind.

"I'm glad you came, Makkari," You explained to her, seeing her stretch out her limb in front of her and get her toes warmed by the fire as you watched her, "Honestly, I've missed you,"

She was a close friend of yours with the family, someone you could be playful with and let your guard down a bit. She brought out the aloofness that was hidden inside of you that really made an appearance. Everyone was loved and intrigued by the speedster, with her mischievous side that resulted to her having sticky fingers, or her warm smile that did make you smile in return.

I've missed you too, Makkari signed in return, The others miss you too.

"I'm sure they do," You commented, though she smacked your shoulder.

They do! I think some of them understood where you were coming from after you left. I know Phastos felt a bit bad, and Sprite too.

"Not Ikaris, no doubt," You grunted as Makkari rolled her eyes, "He is still the Golden Boy for Ajak?"

Its…complicated now, Makkari paused with her fingers, you moving your eyes at her suspiciously as she tried to think of the next thing to tell you. But you were patient, always hanging on her every word.

Ikaris left Sersi, She explained shortly, your eyes widening a bit as she kept going, He had a massive fight with Ajak about the humans and how we should stay the course with hunting Deviants. But Ajak was more concerned about the humans…which in return started a massive fight with him. Sersi tried to defend Ajak and it offended Ikaris. So….he broke it off with her and left

The last thing you'd except to hear was Ikaris breaking away from the family, let alone leaving Sersi. They were very much in love with one another, but now to hear this news seemed a bit…uneasy in your own stomach.

"What about everyone else?" You asked her in a softer tone, wondering what the others were doing and not just ikaris.

They're fine. Sprite misses Ikaris, and Sersi's getting by from it. Thena is still trying to take care of her Mahd Wy Ry, and Gilgamesh takes her off on their own every once awhile when it happens. Makkari explained, you then reaching down to fiddle with a stick within your fingers and pocket some of the embers in the fire Of course they would be fine, you wouldn't think otherwise. It felt like they could move on without you there. You always like the outsider in more ways than one, and maybe being away from them was what you truly needed.

Makkari reached over to touch your arm, getting your attention back on her now as a soft glow was on her face, Diana misses you too.

Inwardly your heart flickered from the mention of Diana. You reminded composed, but maybe Makkari saw the fire in the fire pit reflecting in your eyes and how in your shoulders slumped a bit, but you were trying to remain calm and composed. It was the same for you: you missed Diana. She was a peaceful person to have around and to talk to. You missed her smile, the kind tone in her voice when you two had your talks together, even the simple touch of her hand against your own.

When you left the family that night, soldiers in two behind you and your heart breaking from witnessing the genocide in front of you, you heard Diana crying. You saw the tears roll down her face as she begged you to stay, to not leave her. But as you walked away from her, you could have sworn you heard her heart shatter, her gasp louder than before, and it pained you and haunted you for decades on end.

You missed her, and that love and affection was simmering still within you.

I think you loved her, Your eyes went wide from seeing Makkari sign that sentence to you. Her face was calm, very calm, and you searched her eyes to see where she was coming from when she said that about you. Makkari was always someone who could see something hidden, or notice a moment that others would never see on a daily basis. Her eyes were always trained to catch the slightest hints or the smaller gestures that seemed private and more intimate. Were there moments where she saw you and Diana talk or smile, or catching a glimpse of you smirking at her or you making her laugh.

"I did……at one time," You admitted, knowing that Makkari was a close friend and hiding something from her seemed wrong. She nodded her head as you spoke again, "But I left."

What does that have to do with anything? Makkari asked, confusion on her face.

"I left you all, I left her, 'Kari," You explained, seeing her watching you as you shifted a bit on the log, "She deserves to have someone who'll be there with her and love her,"

And that's not you? She questioned.

"Clearly not," You answered, "You've known me well enough to know that I….I'm not worthy of being love by someone like her. Or anyone, any who," You thought about it long and hard, seeing how love was simple and pure for humans to use with one another and to express to one another. You secretly wanted that for yourself, having someone in your life who would love all of your flaws and jagged edges.

But when you thought of the one person you wanted that with, your heart sank.

You felt Makkari's fingers go under your chin, making you slowly look up from your spot and over to her eyes. They were bright, almost a hint of emotion behind it and affection too. Slowly you felt one hand go down to relate with yours, the twig in your hand falling to the ground and as your palms touched. The energy shifted and almost hummed, your eyes on hers and everything else melted away. You could never know what Makkari was going to do next, and you never wanted to. it was one the first things you promised when she found out you could read minds: you would never read hers. Her mind was a fortress, as was every mind, and you only wished to get to know her the old fashioned way. Teasing her and giving her kind gestures, seeing her bright smile that made any day feel a pinch better, Makkari was close to your heart.

Yet she surprised you when she leaned over to kiss you softly and intimately.

Thoughts left your mind as you leaned back into her with no hesitation, kissing her back and placing a hand softly into her hair. You had no idea that Makkari would do something like this to you, and yet as the same time you were glad. Perhaps you were gone for too long to unpack these feelings with her and talk them out with her since you too had feelings for the speedster. You were calm with her, connected with her as close friends. Makkari did make you feel special in your own skin and with your own abilities, her presence alone was soothing to you on the toughness days. Inwardly, you were pondering how you never saw Makkari in the way you saw Diana, and yet Makkari was there this whole time. Simply waiting for her moment to show you, express to you, how she felt towards you.

She pulled away, your lips barely leaving hers as she eyed you with so much love evident in your bright eyes. You gulped seeing her then softly grin as she took her spare hand that wasn't holding yours and signed softly between you two.

You are worthy of love, she stated to you, making you genuinely smile at her for the first time in decades.

You felt arms around your waist, a soothing and soft chest against your back, and cooling lips that were gentle to the touch along your shoulder blades. You knew that touch and sensation, the dip of her arms along your skin and the soft feeling of her breast against your backside. You grinned, pausing for a brief moment leaning back to the warm body behind you. Kisses were pressed along your shoulders and then into your neck, peppering your skin to make you chuckle and then turn in those arms holding you close.

Makkari, bare and gorgeous, peering up at you as she was getting just as wet under the shower head.

"My beautiful, beautiful Makkari," You hummed, leaning down to nuzzle her nose with yours. She grinned, almost mirroring the same moment you two had on the beach when you reunited with one another. Your forehead touched hers, sealing you two together gently as you could. It felt good to have her in your arms again, to breathe her as a reminder that all was well and no sense of danger was going to come your way.

Ever since you and Makkari got together, you've stayed in contact with one another. Your relationship was a secret to the others, Makkari needing to go back and be with them as you stayed in the village to help protect it. Yet she would always run back to you when she got the chance, it was so easy for her to do so. Your love for her was growing and blossoming as time went on, craving to not just hold her close and kiss her senseless, but to feel her soul intertwining with yours too. Even as the rest of the family scattered on their own, Makkari stayed close by to you. She stayed on the Domo when Ajak and Phastos went off to America, she hoped to keep it safe in case you were all called to go back to Olympia.

Around the 1800s when Makkari broke the news that Diana left for Europe, you felt a twinge of regret inside of you for not telling Diana your feelings. Of course, you were beyond happy and in love with Makkari, but Diana had her own personal spot in your heart and you knew it was never going to go away. You told Makkari about her feelings for her, never wishing to hide or lie to her since you loved Makkari far too much. It was good to get it off your chest, to let it be free and no longer a hindering sensation.

But you weren't ready to hear that Makkari also loved Diana.

"You're just as radiate soaking wet here with me here than ever before," You teased, hearing her giggle as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders to pull her in close, her arms staying around your waist. You two hugged closely in the shower, that sense of intimacy was sacred and would never lead to anything else extreme. It was what you loved about her: you could hold her close with nothing being a barrier and it felt just as intimate and sexy in your mind. She made everything great, amplifying the feelings within you with just a smile. It made you beyond glad that the near Emergence was behind you and you could only go forward.

But when you felt her shiver for a moment, shaking a bit in your arms, you worried. Reaching behind you with one hand and keeping your gaze on the top of her head, you turned the water off finally and silence filled the room. That's when you heard the snuffling, coming from her.

"Hey," You hummed, touching her arms and rubbing them softly in a way to coax her to look at you. It pained you that she was feeling a certain way there in your arms, in what should be a safe space for her. She looked up at you then, her eyes glistened from tears.

What's wrong? You asked with one hand, seeing her grimace a bit as you kissed her head, We're okay now, Makkari. Remember?

We…She paused, inhaled sharply, and took a moment to collect her thoughts. Finally, she kept her gaze at you, showing the depth of conflict that was etched on her face, We almost lost her, Druig.

You flashed back to the beach, seeing Diana on the ground covered in blood and the color on your body almost slipping away thanks to her Eternal Energy almost slipping. Seconds slowed to minutes as you cradled her in your arms, trying to stop the bleeding as Makkari was taking her hand with her nimble fingers. You both were fearing the worst: loosing the one person who made all of this world more tolerable and bearable.

It was the worst few moments in your life.

"I know," You hummed as you, kissing her forehead lovingly as one hand cradled her neck and the other wrapped around her shoulders, "I hate it too, 'Kari. But she's here with us, okay? We're never gonna lose her again,"

Being with Diana as she healed from the injuries the Ikaris inflicted on her was painful, almost torture. Since Ajak wasn't there to heal her within moments, you had to rely on Phastos and what he had in his lab. He made medical instruments out of thin air, checking her vitals and starting the healing process with her as both yourself and Makkari could only watch in stone silence and worried eyes. Makkari was sniffled into your chest, watching with her heart breaking as Sersi helped Phastos in changing Diana's armor and dressing the wounds. Inwardly, you were cursing Ikaris and what he did to her and Diana was defending Makkari on the battlefield. Slices in her skin that looked like ribbons, blood caked in her hair and along her fingers, it was all too much. You wished Ikaris was still around, so you could kill him yourself.

But Makkari did enough damage on the Golden Boy for you two combined.

You just had her back in your life again, those feelings that you buried were coming back to life as Diana was reunited with you all to stop the Emergence and save the world. Your life was just as sweet with Makkari there, you two stayed in contact and love with one another since you two kissed in the Amazon. But with Diana, there was a natural sensation of letting her slip in and make herself amongst the pair of you. Her calming nature, her sensibility for others around her, and her willingness to be kind seemed so perfect for you and Makkari to have. It felt right, at least to you. For a split moment, you thought it would for Makkari either, wondering what she would think if you confessed it to her.

"Diana is here and with us," You reassured Makkari, kissing away her tears and keeping her close to you, even when you two were still bare and wet from the shower, "And I know neither one of us is willing to be without her for now on. We'll keep her safe, okay?"

Makkari nodded her head with a sniff, making you smile as you then moved to grab two towels. You dried yourself quickly before you threw on your sweatpants again before you moved to dry Makkari carefully. Makkari just smiled from the affection you were giving her, a hint of blush evident on her perfect cheeks as you wrapped the towel around her and tucked it in to stay.

"Let's go back to bed and to our Diana, what do you say?" You asked her coyly, seeing her smile and nod. She took your hand in hers, the familiar sensation of love seeping from your hands joined together as she lead the way with no abandon and with a bounce in her step. All you two were focusing on that early morning was the Eternal sleeping soundly in your head.

Your third piece and sense of home.

Days Before Emergence

Scotland

You touched down on the cool grassy field in front of you as the others were behind you, the clouds over the entire area a deep grey with the threat of upcoming rain. Even the sweet scent of the wildflowers and rich soil surrounding you with the wind kicking up as your boots dug into the earth below you. You shivered, tucking your leather jacket in a bit tighter since you were so used to the jungle for the past 500 years. This was very different, and yet the same.

All you could see was green, green and lots of sheep.

They were grazing throughout the area, oblivious to you and the spaceship behind you while the others joined you along the high grass and wildflowers. There had to have been at least 100 of them, a few lambs here and there but mostly adult sheep in small clusters.

"So……we're gonna find her amongst the sheep?" Phastos asked, unamused and unconvinced. You said nothing, but Makkari sped up to stand next to you with her eyes looking amongst the plains. She too seemed determined to find her old comrade, you saw it in her eyes that she was in the zone to find her prize. You said nothing, but maybe you saw the wheels turning in her head too, wondering if you two were thinking the same thing about the same person that you both have missed all this time.

“Of course she would be a farmer,” Sprite grumbled.

“I think it suits her well,” Thena commented with air on her lips.

A low growl made your head snap over to a big, medium-sized sheepdog. He was standing in front of you and Makkari with its ears tucked down and his teeth snarling. His eyes were on you, making you reach out to grab Makkari's hand since he saw you two as threats. You knew dogs and their mannerisms, you handled them in your village throughout the centuries. This one was warning you, maybe wishing to protect the sheep.

"Good doggy…good doggy…" Kingo said with a hint of fear behind you two. Before anyone could move or say anything, however, a distinct whistle that was sharp and high rang in the air. The sheepdog shot his head up, his ear up and alert again, and he turned on his hind legs to run towards the sound of the whistle. Everyone looked, including you, seeing one lone figure perched amongst the sheep some length away. The dog ran to her, wagging in glee as the figure leaned down to pet its fur. It took you a solid second to realize who it was, the worn blue flannel she was wearing with jeans and boots and her long hair in a loose ponytail behind her head with her bangs moving across her eyes with the wind.

Diana. Your heart swelled with the sight.

Makkari moved before you said a word, her speed made her appear in front of Diana within a millisecond and why held each other close. They both were in their own world, Diana grinning widely as she picked up Makkari within her arms and made her hover over the ground and hug her close. Maybe to the others, it seemed like an intimate moment. Maybe they looked away even, but you were watching them closely with nothing but happiness there evident on your face and in your smile. In your mind, they looked….perfect together as they reunited. Makkari pressed her forehead against Diana's, Diana having a massive grin on her face as they locked eyes.

As if they were meant to be.

Finally, after a long moment when Makkari was placed back down on the ground, Diana looked over at the rest of the group. You could see her staring at each person, the smile never leaving her face as she walked with Makkari through the tall grass. Her eyes finally landed on you, making your lower stomach flutter for a split moment as you smirked at her.

"Hello, Diana," You said to her, saying her name as if you lost your breath. She merely hugged you close, you feeling complete. Maybe all that time you were in the jungle, you felt something was missing inside of you. A small sliver was gone that you never thought would be filled up, even with Makkari since she filled a good amount of love in your heart. But Diana had to make it complete, fully complete. Like the last puzzle piece that you thought you lost throughout the whole process.

"I've missed you so much, Druig," She sighed in your hug, you squeezing her a bit tighter. If only you didn't have to deal with the upcoming Emergence, or give her the bad news of the deaths of Ajak and Gilgamesh. If only this was a positive reunion, not with the world hanging in the balance. But you were going to take these few seconds with her and make them good.

"I've missed you too, Diana,"

You watched the opening that had back into your bedroom, seeing Makkari moving swiftly on the tips of her toes over to the massive bed again, you folding your arms in front of you and watching Makkari slip back under the silk coverts be next to Diana again. Diana was still sleeping soundly, humming a bit from the movement in the bed and turning to find the warmth of Makkari. Makkari grinned, like a cat about to nap the day away, as she softly closed her eyes and again and took Diana's hand against her own, placing both on her chest.

Safe, they both were safe and in this room with you. It was a good reminder for you, The Immortal Mind Reader and Controller who could bend another person to his will, still had a tender heart. everyone else saw you as brooding, sarcastic eve, but a fair few saw love in you. A fair few saw the love nestled deep inside of you like a locket, waiting for the right ket to let it fee and grow.

In your case, it was two.

Finally, you walked over with your eyes trained on the two Eternals occupying your bed. It used to only be fit for two, but you shyly asked Phastos to expand it when you all went to South Dakota to rest and recharge. Phastos merely chuckled, making all the modifications that were needed for you three and also for Thena so that you could travel the stars for others.

"Eh, who am I to judge? I can see you three are in love, and love is a powerful thing, isn't it?" He asked.

It was.

Now there was space for you all there amongst the silk sheets and black pillows. That first night together on the Domo, going out into vass openess of space and wrapped in each other's arms was blissful and memorable. You savored every movement, any action that you gave them both and they gave to you. Diana's soft skin against your lips as you kissed her neck to make her whimper, Makkari's skillful hands as she rang them in your hair as she rolled her hips in your lap. Even watching Makkari and Diana together, Diana then moaning in Makkari's mouth as she was brought to pleasure again and again.

You would never forget it, and you knew they wouldn't either.

"Mmmmm…Druig?" You heard Diana whisper out loud in her dream. You slipped under the covers, moving to hover over her and see the colors of outer space mapped out on her face and skin. You reached out to touch her cheek, feeling her nuzzle against your skin as she slowly open her eyes. The pools of the stars danced in her orbs, blinking slowly and seeing you gaze at her.

"I'm here, Di," You replied softly, seeing a soft gaze on her lips, "Only took a shower is all,"

"Did we….find anyone yet? Did…did Thena…" Diana started to ask, but you heard the sleepiness in her tone as you leaned down to kiss her cheeks and her nose.

"Not yet, but you shouldn't worry about that now since it’s too early in the morning,” You hummed in return, "Get some rest, my love. I got you, as does Makkari," As if on cue, Makkari leaned into Diana a bit more, her nose touching Diana's shoulder and their joined hands still against her upper chest. Diana looked at Makkari briefly, smiling from the site of her other lover close by. She kissed her head, Makkari smirking in her deep sleep from the gesture as Diana looked back up at you.

"Thank you, Druig." She thanked, you pondering at her statement for a moment. She was thanking you for many things at one with those two words, which was Diana's personality no doubt.

She thanked you for letting her into your mind when you thought it wasn't good enough for others to read or experience. She thanked you for being her friend in the earlier times on Earth. She thanked you for never letting her feel less of herself or ashamed for her love of nature or animals.

Ultimately, she thanked you for loving her wholeheartedly and to no avail.

It was you that needed to thank her. You had to thank her for seeing all of you, both the good and the bad. For bringing out the best in you when others would have gone the other way. For showing you the goodness of the world and all of the life placed there.

For simply, loving you with no abandon.

"Oh no," You replied calmly, leaning down to touch your nose against her, "Thank you, my darling Diana."

You sealed it with a kiss, feather soft to the touch with centuries in the making. It felt like the morning sunbeams against your skin with the new day, or the burst of flavor of ripe cherries on your lips from the first bite. Even the sweet scent of the upcoming rainfall in the autumn season, all of the sensations that brought you joy and bliss all were rolled into one when you kissed her for the first time.

When you kissed her every time.

"Come back to bed with me then," Diana coxed you, running her spare hand in your hair to pull you down. You went willingly as if she was a siren out in the mass black ocean coaxing you to safety and bliss. You lay on your stomach, head nestled against her shoulder and her arm around your head like a halo or a source of protection. You were safe, safe enough to let those guards down and be at peace. Earth was behind you, all of that pain and suffering you felt was behind you.

What was in front of you was there in your bed, and you were blissfully happy.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @heartofwritiing @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @steve-harringtons-slut

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 8.3

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I come bearing another mini-chapter! If you've fallen behind and need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Druig is still trying to figure out what Sersi (and Makkari) is up to, but he's hoping Kingo will help him make some headway. Will he succeed? Find out now, in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

The delicate balance Druig was trying to maintain tipped heavily with the technical. While he'd suspected his previous win would be a fluke, coming in dead last the very next week was still a low blow. He did his best to get his moping out before dinner, as he'd have other things to think about. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one moping this week.

"Cheer up, Sersi. At least you made it to Week Eight," Kingo said, trying and failing to sound upbeat. Right on cue, he was hit by a flying crouton. "I haven't missed that."

You're making it sound like she's already lost, Makkari chided as he glared at her.

"There's always tomorrow," Gil added, sounding a little more reassuring than Kingo.

"Thanks, but I've definitely got my work cut out for me tomorrow," Sersi noted, wearing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"At least you didn't come in last," Druig muttered, earning a genuinely sympathetic smile from Sersi.

"So, this is what he's usually like?" Phastos asked.

"More or less, yes," Sersi confirmed.

"Okay, enough brooding! Fill me in on all the dinner gossip I've been missing!" Kingo interjected.

I already filled you in, so you haven't missed much! Makkari declared.

"Seriously? Wow, you really need me around to keep things interesting, don't you," he replied smugly, prompting Makkari to roll her eyes.

"So, you've told him about all our love lives?" Gil asked nonchalantly.

"I mean, she didn't go into as much detail as she could've, but yes," Kingo remarked. "You and Thena were pretty obvious, though, so I figured that out on my own."

"I'm not repeating my stories from last week," Phastos declared.

"That's fine, I'm more interested in drama between bakers. No offense."

"Offense taken."

"And I already know about Sersi and Dane, of course."

"Of course," Sersi responded before turning to Makkari and Druig. That reminds me we still haven't picked a time for drinks.

"Excuse me, just because you didn't say it out loud doesn't mean I didn't see that. What's this about drinks?" Kingo interjected. Druig's expression was unreadable, but Sersi and Makkari gave each other a slightly panicked look as the rest of the group waited expectantly. Wincing, Sersi spoke up first.

"I was just going to treat Makkari and Druig to drinks for helping me with Dane," she admitted. As they had feared, Kingo was not amused.

"I said we should go out for drinks together weeks ago! I helped with Dane, too. And you were just going to go without me!?" he ranted.

"Sorry, I didn't know you helped," Sersi said sheepishly.

Well, you didn't help that much, Makkari added.

"I helped enough to warrant an invitation!" Kingo insisted.

Much to Druig's confusion, a mildly pained look came over both Sersi and Makkari's faces. The rest of them had all lapsed into an awkward silence as they watched the conversation play out. Finally, Makkari gave Druig a quick look before she spoke.

Sersi, can Kingo come too?

"Always room for one more," Sersi answered. The two women looked at Kingo in anxious anticipation. He stared them down for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"I'll have to make room in my very busy schedule, but sure, I'd love to."

Druig swore he could see the tension leaving Makkari and Sersi's shoulders, but not entirely. The group collectively began picking at whatever food they had left before Phastos broke the silence.

"Well, Kingo, you do keep things lively."

"Told you," he replied proudly.

In all the excitement, Kingo had completely forgotten the ultimate reason he'd been invited to dinner. He'd also forgotten what time he needed to leave to sneak back to his hotel, and it was now quite late, a fact that only crossed his mind as they were leaving Sersi's room. Druig was about to volunteer his room when, much to his surprise, Makkari beat him to it.

You can take mine. I'll ask Sersi if I can share with her, she said. I just need to get a couple things first.

"Thanks, even if you didn't tell Sersi how useful I was in getting her and Dane together," he responded.

"We're very sorry, Kingo. We'll make sure we invite you to every outing for eternity," Druig deadpanned.

"That would be much appreciated. Goodnight." And with that he walked away.

Makkari turned back to Druig to bid him goodnight when he asked, Can we talk? Before you go to Sersi's?

She nodded before running after Kingo.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on Druig's door. He opened it to find Makkari, now in pajamas. Before he could say anything, she was already pushing past him and into the room, so he shut the door behind her.

I'm sorry Kingo blew it, Makkari said when he turned back around.

That certainly didn't go the way we thought, but I wouldn't say he blew it completely, Druig answered carefully.

Really? How so? she asked.

I knew there was something odd about Sersi suddenly wanting to take us out for drinks. Tonight, she was very reluctant to invite Kingo, he observed.

I guess she was, Makkari said. She was avoiding eye contact.

You were as well, he pointed out.

Was I? I did ask Sersi to invite him, she continued, her face beginning to flush. Druig took a step toward her as he pushed on.

Makkari, you know what Sersi's planning, don't you?

She took a deep breath and finally looked him in the eye. Druig could see a flurry of emotions running through her mind. I might, she said meekly.

Why didn't you tell me? he asked in earnest.

It's a surprise, she answered, a hint of a smile on her face.

A surprise… for me?

Makkari nodded, her smile growing. An odd sensation that felt like a mixture of relief and anticipation washed over him.

And Kingo being there ruins it?

I've said too much. I can't tell you any more, she said firmly.

You mean you're still not going to tell me what it is? he said, eyebrows raising.

Nope. I'm sworn to secrecy.

Without another word, Druig took a few steps away and collapsed face first onto his bed like a petulant child. Just as he'd hoped, Makkari barked out a laugh. He suppressed a smile as he turned over to sign, Merciful Makkari, please put me out of my misery.

Dearest Druig, I'm afraid I can't do that, she answered, still giggling as she walked over to sit by him on the bed.

Why not?

I pinky promised.

Alright, I can see your hands are tied. This prompted another round of giggles from Makkari. Once she'd calmed down again, Druig asked, Is it at least a good surprise?

I hope so, she said thoughtfully. Okay, that's all I'm saying about it. No more questions.

Very well, he conceded with a sigh. What should we talk about, then?

How delicious Gil's pie was today?

That was an incredible pie. Must've been working on the recipe for ages.

They talked on and on, jumping from subject to subject with the ease of two people who'd known each other for years. Sometimes, Druig had to remind himself they'd only met a couple of months ago. While he fought it for as long as he could, Druig eventually felt himself drifting off into a restful sleep.

Leave it to Kingo to help by also completely messing things up 🤣 Anyway, hope you enjoyed this mini-installment!

Part 29

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #kingo the drama king #hope you liked the fluff #because it's about to get real #not too real #but still #👀 👀 👀

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officialheroesofolympus · 2 years

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To those that followed me for fics (especially drukkari…. Like it’s been a year and I haven’t updated SESD’s last chapter) I am so so sorry for my zero updates💀💀 once the school year ends I’ll be finishing up and posting (hopefully) most fics that’ve been sitting in my drafts for years which primarily include:

Starry Eyes, Stardusted Smiles — MCU’s Drukkari: Chapter 6 (final chapter)

MCU’s Drukkari: The promised fluff piece of them just waking up in the morning together and Makkari showering a slightly insecure Druig in affection

MCU’s Drukkari: Fic addressing the years after Tenochtitlan, Makkari visiting Druig in the Amazon and their evolution from friends to something more

Top Gun Maverick’s Hangster: Getting locked in the cockpit of a faulty plane together

Top Gun Maverick’s Hangster: Exes!Hangster find out they still wear each other’s dog tags and reconcile

Hometown Cha Cha Cha’s Hye Jin/Du Sik: 5 times Hye Jin calls Du Sik by other names, 1 time she calls him by his name (Canon divergence because I started writing it before the show finished)

Kinnporsche’s Kinn/Porsche: 5 times Kinn goes absolutely nuts over Porsche’s outfits but can’t express it openly, 1 time he finally tells Porsche (Canon divergence, also because I started it before the show ended)

Outer Banks’ JJ/Kiara: 5 times JJ confessed to Kiara, 1 time she finally believed him (wrote this for a friend after s1 but haven’t watched s2 so…)

Tenet’s Neil/Protagonist: Coffeeshop owner!Neil and his encounters with his regular customer who seems to be brimming with secrets (literally only wrote 2 paras for this but it IS a fic idea I had mapped out an entire plot for)

After School Lessons for Unripe Apples’ Mi Ae/Cheol: Saw the artist’s drawings of Mi Ae in high school with long hair and wanted to write a fic of Cheol basically going to the countryside for a holiday after middle school ends, them keeping in touch via letters, him refusing to admit that he misses her before deciding to return to the city to attend high school there and reuniting with Mi Ae, only to discover her new look (you can tell this is my fav webtoon at the moment lmao)

Enola Holmes’ Enola/Tewkesbury: Modern AU of part time florist!Tewkesbury who attempts to avoid inheriting his family’s corporation because all he wants to do is work with flowers, and either a barista or tattoo artist!Enola who teaches him to be unafraid to chase his dreams (It’s been sitting in my drafts since I finished enola 1 whoops)

MCU’s Spideychelle: Set after the events of Spider-Man NWH. How Peter falls in love with MJ all over again and how she relearns to love him again

Nevertheless’ Sol/Ji Wan: AU of them as strangers, where Ji Wan volunteers to model for an art class that Sol’s in and the latter kinda, maybe falls in love with the cute model who’s incessantly nice to everyone

Twenty Five Twenty One’s Hee Do/Yi Jin: Fix it fic of how they reunite in their 20s and relearn about this more matured, older version of one another, subsequently falling in love all over again

If anyone has any preferences for a specific fic they do want to be actually uploaded please feel free to drop a request in my asks!! Would be grateful for the help cos I’m kinda overwhelmed with the number of drafts I have and have no clue which one to start on first or prioritise lmao

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2, 4, 11, 29!!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Wait I love this question. My top three are "Fluff," "Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence," and "Finnick Odair Lives." I'm surprised fluff is number one but definitely not surprised about the other two!

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

I'm going to choose the fear of falling apart and say I'm proud of how I used the rope and Finnick's habit of tying knots to calm himself. I don't know if that counts as a detail but I liked the backstory that came up for why he started doing that. Oh and in Did You Miss Me? I like the detail that Druig and Makkari have a pattern that they tap to each other to know the other is okay.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

For writing I am absolutely partial to Odesta! I think they're a perfect example of characters and a relationship that we got a small amount of in canon but that small amount sparked tons of possibilities for who they are and what they went through. They're definitely my comfort pair to write.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

This feels like a good time to drop that I have Spotify playlists for most pairings/characters I've written 😎

Thank you for the ask! :)

#ask

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themoonandvenuslovechild · 2 years

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Defective

Summary: You had always been insecure about how you seemed to be the weak Eternal. You, unlike the other Eternals, could get sick. You could get injured. You could be affected by things the humans were affected by, and you couldn’t help but wonder: are you defective?

TW// insecurity, my shitty writing.

Pairing: Drukkari x Reader

You were tired, exhausted actually. It had been a long, long day, and all that you wanted was the go to the Domo and to sleep, but the other Eternals weren’t letting that happen.

They weren’t letting you skip out on the party, even though they knew you were more vulnerable than they were, and that you needed the sleep. You were, as Kingo would jokingly say, defective. Sure, you didn’t age, but you weren’t as durable as the other Eternals. You were able to get sick, you needed food and sleep and water, you craved love, you could easily get injured, you were fragile.

Fragile is not something that an Eternal should be. An Eternal should be strong and powerful. Not only were you fragile, but your oh-so-great power was to see into the future. Your job on the team was literally something that hurt you, and it was ridiculous.

You were defective. Kingo was right.

And now, Sprite was sitting there telling the humans stories about you. She had just finished telling a story about Gilgamesh and Thena, the two most skilled fighters on the team, and now she was telling them about you.

A deep sigh left your body as you hung your head. All you wanted was to fucking sleep.

Ajak was standing further away from the crowd, and you had decided to make your way towards her in hopes she’d help you sneak out of the celebrations. “Ajak...I’m so tired, please, help me sneak out of here so I can go to bed.”

She nodded and helped you maneuver your way through the city and out to the Domo. You crawled into your bed and tugged the blanket over you, snuggling into the warmth and falling asleep.

When you awoke the next morning, you pulled on a new pair of clothes and stumbled out towards Phastos’s lab, hoping to find out what the plans were for the team today. There, you were met with everyone looking at you, and the silence of their stares was only broken as Druig loudly bit into an apple.

“Our human Eternal!” Kingo exclaimed, stabbing you with a joke about your issues not even five minutes after you’d awaken. After over a century of the teasing and the torment, and the horrible day that you had had yesterday, you snapped.

“Gods, Kingo, just stop! I know! I know I’m fucked up! I know that I’m not like the rest of you and that I’m weaker! I know that you all find it fun to joke and jab about! I know that I’m practically a fucking human, so just shut up! Okay? Just shut up and let me live this horrible fucking life!”

Tears were forming in your eyes as warm droplets ran down your cheeks, embarrassment suddenly flooding through you. You turned around and walked out the door of the Domo, letting your feet carry you miles away until you were sat in the middle of some random forest, sobbing and screaming and letting yourself feel.

Back at the Domo, the team had just now recovered, all of them arguing with each other on the best way to find you and apologize. Druig and Makkari were especially worried because not only did they know how hurt you were, but they know that there are still Deviants near and you were in danger.

“Makkari will find her,” Druig says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Everyone mumbles agreements and gives nods as Druig gives Makkari a motion, telling her it’s okay to go.

“Ikaris,” Ajak addresses him. His head turns to her, a serious expression over taking his face. “You go look for (Y/N) as well, the more eyes looking, the better.” He nods, taking off to follow her orders.

“Thena and Gilgamesh, you’ll look together. Sprite and Kingo, you two together. Phastos, see if you can find a way to track her from here. Sersi, you’ll come with me. Druig, stay here with Phastos to be ready for whoever returns with her first.”

Everyone split, doing as Ajak told them and filing out of the Domo.

It wasn’t long before the speedster found you, her heart crumbling at the sight of you crying surrounded by the trees. Makkari didn’t want to startle you, so she did the only thing she could think to do, she went back to the Domo to retrieve Druig.

“Druig, I found her.” Makkari had told him.

She took him with her to where you were located, and he put on a stoic face as he tried his best not to let his heart break at your pain.

“(Y/N),” he calls to you. He watches the way that your head snaps up, all of your cries being supressed as you speak.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“’Kari found you, y’know how fast she is. We were worried.”

You snorted, “Worried. Ha! That’s a great joke, Druig, keep it up.”

He had to suppress the anger at the fact that you thought this of him, that you’d been broken down so slowly over the centuries you thought that he was joking.

Druig took soft steps towards your side and sat down next to you in the dirt, scooting as close to you as he could without making you uncomfortable. Makkari took a seat next to you next, her hand landing on top of your shaking leg, causing you to stop the action.

Druig, despite trying not to, could hear your thoughts plain and clear. Why am I like this? Why can’t I just be like the rest of you? Why am I defective? Why me?

Druig couldn’t let it go on any longer. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

You turned towards him, apprehension on your face. “Did you just... read my thoughts?”

“I’m really trying not to, but you’re thinking so loud.”

You blushed, looking down towards your legs where Makkari’s hand was still resting. Your eyes turned to her.

She gave a small smile. “We all love you just the way you are, beautiful.”

“Why did Arishem send me here with you all? You’re all so powerful and I’m...”

Makkari gives a mock scowl, shaking her head at you. “You. Are. Perfect.”

Druig nods in agreement, soft contemplation on his face. “Come back to the Domo with us, it’s not safe out here.”

“I don’t want to go back, not while it all hurts so bad. I want to sleep, but I’m not even sure my thoughts would allow it.”

“I can help,” he offers.

“You...you would do that for me?”

“I would do anything for you. So would Makkari.”

You look at her, her smile mirroring Druig’s, a sincere look in her eyes. “Anything. Anything you wanted.”

You let another tear slip from your eye as you hugged Makkari, letting yourself truly be free around any of your fellow Eternals since the first day that you found out you were the way you are.

“C’mon, let’s get you back home.”

“Okay,” you say softly, letting them help you stand.

It hurt, it did, being so vulnerable, but it would hurt a little less with them around.

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musenilla · 2 years

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“Could I love you any more?”

I was gonna surprise y’all with Kingo, Sprite and Karun not gonna lie but it's about time that I draw them lol. The amount of redraws I had to do for this aahh anyways, hope yall love them 💛

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I just had an epiphany and is the best thing ever.

Imagine Druig and Makkari in the Domo after everything in the Eternals ended, filling their days in with random little things waiting to get to another planet.

In one of the days, Druig finds a record player and puts on Can’t take my eyes off you by Frankie Vallie blasting, letting the vibrations fill the room. Makkari senses them and comes in and as he sees her, he starts mouthing and signing the words while doing this little random cute dance for her. After the song ends, he goes and puts it on repeat and comes back to her and asks her to dance with him. As they get closer, they don’t stop looking into each other’s eyes and just as they embrace each other, they touch foreheads closing their eyes, feeling the vibrations and their love fill the room, no words needed for it to be real because they know how much love they hold for the other. They continue doing a little back and forwards dance for a long time while their foreheads touch. After a while, Druig disrupts it only to look into Makkari’s eyes with the purest kind of love in his eyes. He leans forward a little, just enough to kiss the top of her crown after which Makkari puts her head on his chest feeling the vibrations of his heart.

They stay like that for a long, long time dancing around the room filled with their love

#makkari #druig #drukkari #eternals #the domo #drukkari imagine #as you all can see i have a little problem here #if you do not mind i now go and cry for the rest of the day while a have only this scene playing in my mind #forever thankful to chloé zhao for giving us this ship #ship of my dreams #they are soulmates #i just love these so much #drukkari fluff

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scrabble-scribbles · 2 years

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Drukkari fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex the night before

WC: 204

Druig groaned, and stretched, popping a crick in his neck. Next to him, Makkari was still asleep, hand curled posessively around his hip.

He turned his head to watch her, a smile curling his lips when he saw her.

She was stretched out under the covers, one leg thrown over his hips. Her head was resting on the pillow next to his, her face relaxed.

Druig brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, catching his hand before he could pull away.

She pressed her lips to his wrist, a sleepy grin on her face.

“Morning,” she signed, and Druig smiled.

“Morning, beautiful,” he signed back. “Sleep well?”

Makkari chuckled and moved so her head was on his shoulder. “More than well, slept like I was dead,” she said. “I don't think I’ve slept that deeply in decades.”

“Glad I could be of assistance,” he said, and Makkari shoved his shoulder.

She looked out the window, and sighed. “I should get going before someone comes looking,” she said. “See you around?”

Druig nodded, forcing the small stab of hurt that shot through his chest. “See you around,” he said, and Makkari got dressed before speeding off.

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Never Lost Pt2

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?

Pt1.

(disclaimer! This series is unedited and will have errors- I apologize)

After saying goodbye to your mom at the airport you drove back to the dorm, Makkari was nowhere to be seen when you opened the door so you opted for a shower to wash away the slight disappointment you were feeling.

You couldn’t deny that she was absolutely gorgeous, and she seemed very talented and funny, you couldn’t wait to get to know her more, and if everyone on campus was as hot as her then you were going to have a really good year.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, looking around and realizing you forgot to grab some clothes. You peaked out of the door of the bathroom, and seeing that Makkari was still out you swiftly walked out of the bathroom and to your duffel bag to search for an outfit, you were so busy shuffling through your clothes you didn’t hear the small ‘beep’ of the door unlocking and you froze when you heard it open.

You turned to the door, clutching the towel tightly as you noticed Makkari in the doorway, eyes wracking over your towel-clad body before coming up to meet your own, a slight blush donning her cheeks.

You dropped a hand to sign “Sorry” which ultimately drew her attention toward your chest and caused you to flush a little.

She shook her head out of whatever she was thinking and brought a hand up to cover her eyes, a slight smile now being the only thing visible on her face, it was the perfect opportunity to look at her lips but unfortunately, you had to get dressed if you wanted to preserve at least a little bit of your dignity.

You rushed to the bathroom to change into your pajamas before exiting to find Makkari had changed into hers as well, a guilty smile found it’s way to your lips

“Sorry” you signed again

“Don’t be” she dismissed and sat criss-crossed on her bed, you copied her position on your own.

“what year are you?” she questioned

“i’m a junior” you started “ I started my first few years of college in my hometown because my family wanted me to stay close -and I was too scared to move away honestly, but then we took a vacation here last summer and I saw this college and I knew I wanted to transfer” you explained, she nodded in understanding

“I’m a junior too, a few of my friends and I transferred here because our old college got shut down, the principle was kind of controlling and the college wasn’t getting enough students admitted so the state stopped funding”

“oh wow, I’m sorry”

“I’m not, I like this college a lot more already” she gave you a mischievous smile and you blushed

“do you know if there’s anything on the itinerary yet?”

“my friends said they’re doing a welcome bonfire tomorrow night and a few more bonding things before classes start next week” she concluded

“that’s pretty cool” she nodded in agreement

“I can introduce you to my friends tomorrow if you want?” Makkari proposed

“I’d like that” the two of you exchanged numbers before getting under the covers and going to bed with a quick “goodnight”

–

You woke up with a smile on your face and a text from Makkari

Makkari: Hey Y/n! I went on a morning run but I promise I’ll be back soon ;)

You quickly typed out a response

Y/n: Ok cool! See you in a bit, have fun torturing yourself

You stretched before getting dressed and heading out the door, you asked the receptionist for a map before following it to the food hall. When you get there your jaw nearly drops and that plethora of foods they have available, you were about to get food when you stopped and pulled out your phone, shooting a quick text to Makkari

Y/n: Have you eaten breakfast?

The reply was almost instant

Makkari: No?

Y/n: are you allergic to anything?

Makkari: Ni

Makkari: No*

Y/n: kay

Makkari: ??

You grabbed some fruit cups, orange juice bottles, and waffles with little syrup packets before making your way back up into the dorm, Makkari was already there by the time you got back and you found yourself faced with her abs again as you entered to room.

You couldn’t help but watch the way her throat moved as she drank the water from her water bottle, jesus she wasn't the only one who was thirsty-

“You better not be a picky eater” you joked

She lit up as she spotted the food in your hands, coming over to grab half of the things you brought before giving you a hug, sandalwood and vanilla instantly flooded your senses, you would’ve stayed in her arms all day if you could.

The two of you ate your breakfast in happy silence before you finally spoke up

“Do you have any plans for today?” you let her read your lips, you found you quite liked when her attention was on them, she shook her head no before getting up to throw her trash away

- Do you want to watch a movie or something?- you suggested

“Yes”

The two of you spent the rest of the morning/noon watching rom-coms and bickering over which was the best one before Makkari decided you two should probably start getting ready for the bonfire

“Do you know if we have to bring anything?” You turned from your closet to sign to Makkari

“I don’t think so, they should be providing food and drinks” She signed back from her closet

“ I can’t find anything good to wear” you huffed

“let me help” Makkari smiled, walking over and putting a hand on your waist as she moved you over slightly to get a better look at your wardrobe, it made you shiver and you’re more than sure she felt it but she gave no indication that she had.

She pulled out a pair of white jean shorts and a black t-shirt and handed it to you, you changed in the bathroom before coming out and looking in the mirror,

“It’s cute but I feel like it’s missing something” you confessed, she nodded her head in agreement, walking back over to your closet and looking for something before going back to her side and retrieving a jean jacket. She handed it over to you and a light blush crept onto your face as you slipped it on

“are you sure?” you knew it was going to be cold and you certainly weren’t opposed to wearing her jacket but you didn’t know if you two had reached that level comfortability yet. Apparently, you had as Makkari gives you a nod and motions for you to turn around and look in the mirror

“it looks good, Thank you” You gave her a smile that she returned before the two of you continued getting ready.

Pt3.

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rae-gar-targaryen · 2 years

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amor fati [druig x fem!eternals reader]

A/N: Ya girl is back and officially posting writing again. I know it's been a while, but thank you for sticking with me. I didn't think I'd write for Marvel again, but, well, like all of you, I was just taken by Barry's performance as Druig, who (along with Makkari) quickly stole the whole movie for me. Keep an eye out for an upcoming TASM!Spidey and/or Matt Murdock fic, as well. Might as well go full-tilt Marvel now…

This piece is probably a cliché, but oh well. I hope you like! Please tell me what you liked, what you didn't, and what, if anything, I should do for Druig in the future. There is a playlist for this, as well.

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Pairing: Druig x fem eternal!reader (Reader’s legend is that of Artemis, the hunter goddess. No Y/N); some Drukkari x reader, if you're looking.

Word Count: 16.1k of eternal love, the stuff that poems are made of, and my usual abuse of simile and metaphor. Cotton candy sweetness -- but careful, lest it dissolve between your fingertips. Who said romance wasn’t a little tragic? All’s well that ends well.

Warnings: my writing is its own warning, angst, eternals-style heartbreak (y'all have either seen the movie or read enough fic to know that our boy leaves), canon-typical violence, misuse of power. Also? Smut, so 18+ ONLY -- touching, biting, outdoor naughtiness, mutual masturbation, and other things that occur more than once in here, okay?

Summary: A love for the ages, yours and Druig's feelings for one another have persisted throughout time and distance. Stoic as Druig is, winter snow melts in the light of spring, and a little hunter has held his heart in her hands for millennia. Gently traipses through the plot of the movie.

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By starlight, everything was serene. A luminous, crescent crown.

Your awakening was like the warp and the weft, weaving the threads that comprised your personhood through a grandiose loom. It was simultaneously soft and scraping – A yarn-like itch behind your eyelids compelled you to open them, only to be met with a room full of strangers.

You saw him then -- eyes of twinkling, galactic starlight. Serene.

You tilted the corner of your lips in a soft smile, hoping to convey similar softness. Welcoming. And his face? His face remained stoic. Passive.

As you would come to learn, as history unfolded, it all was positively Austenian. Dickensian. Shakespearean, maybe?

Here he was: The crystalline-eyed boy with raven hair and blooming-lily skin, so superior in his indifference. Who carried himself with a power that transcended time. A cool, quiet tempest. Burning insight and demand into the deepest corners of a mind, like the golden, fiery sun.

There you were: The doe-eyed girl. Quick in wit (and to anger), the sharpness of your tongue second only to that of your arrows. Fearsome, to be sure, but soft for him. (As he would be for you). Graceful and generous. A flower known to bloom by the silvery light of the pale moon.

There was no way to know it when you awoke. But the two of you would be wrapped in one another throughout eternity, as threads pulled tightly around a finger, woven through a loom. But perhaps you had been before then, if man could comprehend a “prior-to” eternity. If you could remember a time before now.

But forever is made of little nows...

Perhaps this is where Austen, Dickens, Shakespeare, and the like would come to draw their inspiration. From the legends of godlike warriors who would cross the universe, if it meant even a moment together. Who guarded and tended the fragile sapling that was the human race. Who stole clandestine moments to bask in one another, exchanging endearments and creating traditions that would become symbols of love throughout time. Everything starts somewhere.

For the very moment you opened your eyes in the cool, eerie light of the Domo, you were invigorated with purpose. You had awoken with Arishem’s booming voice in your ears, permeating your mind. Dictating to you. To protect the human race of Earth. To defeat the Deviants.

You padded softly across the chamber, smiling and nodding at your fellow Eternals, introducing yourself as you went, until you stood before him. Rugged, roguish, and still somehow boyish, he stood with his arms clasped behind his back, appraising you. His black armor replete with details of curving, curling red, his eyebrows quirked as he looked down at you, awaiting your word.

You gave him your name, holding out your hand for him to take.

“Druig,” he responded, the lilt of his accent strange and soothing to your ears as he clasped your hand gently in greeting.

You nodded, a warm smile gracing your features as you looped his hand through your arm and made to cross to the nearest window together.

“Are you excited?” You asked him; the feel of his arm was warm against yours as you took in the marble-like appearance of the planet you were assigned to. Comforting. “This is my first assignment since leaving Olympia … ‘Earth,’ you sighed. “I wonder what it will be like.”

Druig chuckled softly at your eagerness, taking you in as you observed the blue-green planet of Earth through the glass of the Domo.

Your armor was rosy, copper-like in appearance with striking details of silvery-blue twining its way across your body, as the red did with his.

Fitting, he thought. That your very warmth should be reflected in the very nature of your kit. Not just anyone would immediately approach Druig and hold his hand. He wasn’t exactly known for his sunny disposition on Olympia.

Was he?

Yet, here you stood fearlessly by his side as though you belonged, your eyes shining by the light of space, ethereal. By starlight, everything was serene.

Not for the first time since he had met you did Druig find himself quirking his brow in assessment of you. Intrigued. For what could someone so seemingly gracious, gentle, do in battle against Deviants, of all things?

“Ta. Well, we’ll know soon enough, won’t we?” Druig answered both your question and his own musings before another voice snapped the moment.

“It is time,” your leader – Ajak, your mind supplied – spoke. Summoning you all to prepare yourself for the journey to Earth.

As you took your place alongside the others, you couldn’t help but feel the elation coursing through you. The determination. You would protect this planet with everything you had. Whatever time you had to learn the beings of Earth, and your fellow Eternals, was like a book waiting to be pored over. Your lives stitched together, piecemeal, made by some unseen, Celestial force. Woven. Throughout eternity, woven.

How could you have known just how much, little hunter?

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In some ways, fighting was as easy as breathing, as weaving. It’s what you were made for, wasn’t it?

As you and your fellow Eternals progressively cleared each corner of the globe from the Deviant infestation, you learned to operate together. To move as one to defeat the beings that threatened the development of this planet.

Somewhere along the way, between the immeasurable conjuring of your golden arrows to fire through the bow you could weave at will, it became, well, fun. Centuries spent side by side with the universe's finest warriors had taught you a thing or two. And as humanity had developed, thanks in part to Sersi's gentle patience and Phastos's ingenuity, so had you.

As Thena and Gilgamesh cut through their enemies like tissue paper, you and Kingo would offer coordinated support through the benefit of distance attacks and hawkish aim. Determined and quick, you never missed. Kingo made for an excellent partner, releasing the beaming power of the sun from his fingertips as though it was nothing. Shooting down Deviants, the two of you covering the backs of your fellow Eternals, and working seamlessly in tandem.

Kingo would offer you a smirk when he connected with his mark, and hollered a “nice shot,” when you aimed true. Whether the two of you had a running competition as to who could strike the most targets from the greatest distance was for the two of you to know, and for no one else to find out. The tally marks surreptitiously etched into the corner of the Domo were for the two of you alone.

And Ajak -- a mother in some ways and the commander of a battalion in others -- saw fit that when you weren't fighting the deviants, you spent ample time training to fight deviants.

It was this training time where you would partner with those Eternals whose skills were the most unlike your own – trying to prod the blur that you knew to be Makkari with a plinking, blunted arrow. Or seeking to best the taciturn Druig in hand-to-hand before he could bewitch you with eyes of molten gold.

Truth be told, Druig was no slouch at close-quarters combat. But against an opponent with the coordination and entrenched anticipation of an archer? Besting you was no small feat. If he could best you, that is.

The two of you traded blows as easily as you traded quips. Druig, so usually reserved, flourished. He was agile as he jumped and spun to avoid your strikes, twirling around you to make his move. You dodged his attempted strike to your face, using the momentum to lean back and swing your leg to knock Druig’s from under him. As Druig’s shoulders met the floor, you rolled, fluidly conjuring a small dagger, which you brought to his bare throat. Meeting him with the weight of your forearms against his shoulders to keep him fixed to the floor.

You beamed down at your quarry, batting your lashes. An innocent smile – for no being with a smile so bright could have done what you just did, right? You? Topple someone so fearsome? Never.

“Don’t toy with your food,” Kingo called to you teasingly, unable to contain his chuckle at your position over Druig. “Leave the poor boy with some pride, archer.”

“Pride?” You quirked a brow down at the man below you, shifting your weight to stand above him and offering a hand. “Do you feel proud?” You teased.

Druig clasped his warm hand into yours, panting lightly with the exertion of sparring, and allowed you to hoist him to his feet. Using the momentum of your pull, he leveraged himself into crowding your personal space, swarming your senses with nothing but Druig as he smirked back at you.

“Of you? Immensely, hunter,” Druig breathed so that Kingo couldn't hear, the cadence of his accent a pleasant hum against your ears.

He released your hands, circling you as though preparing to spar once more. As a panther would, replete with inky hair and coiling muscle.

“You’ve felled your prey bravely. What deviant could stand against you?”

You snorted, pleased with Druig’s teasing demeanor, a warm little thrum coursing through you. He could be quite charming when he wanted to be. Time and gentle patience had taught you that he wasn’t always as dour as he could be with the others – given the right circumstances.

Or perhaps the right company? He was never quite so cross with you or Makkari.

“Perhaps you think too highly of the threat you pose, dear Druig. For what are men compared to deviants?” you asked, your eyes tracking his progress around you.

Druig’s pacing ceased at your words, his eyes a brewing storm as he swept a glance up and down your form. Stepping to close the gap between the two of you once more and deliberately brushing his shoulder into yours, he paused to look down at your profile before he passed you by.

“Be on your guard. I am no mere man, little hunter,” he murmured, leaving your side with a parting wink.

Your gaze never left Druig as he departed, making his way down the verdant-lit halls of the Domo. Leaving your body buzzing pleasantly with something as you recalled the way his lips had ever-so-slightly grazed the shell of your ear as he taunted you.

Just one of many threads serving to weave you both together, twining colors of dawn, of star-crested trees, and a crown of holy branches. Of breaking tides and moonlit swaths. You couldn’t choose the threads within the loom, obsequious at the facile hands of fate – or something else.

—

Clearing corners of the globe did allow you to take in the many splendors of this planet, as you had so hoped all those years ago on the Domo before coming to Earth. To allow you to get to know the people of Earth, your fascination with them and their development as endless as their apparent fascination with the Eternals.

But it wasn’t just the people of Earth that held your attention.

Nature had offered an escape, a reprieve from the endless conflict with the Deviants. You did not seek the next battle, as Thena did. Nor were you as entrenched in development as Phastos.

No, you preferred to spend your days exploring the countryside, climbing rocks, swimming in the ocean. Tending to the deer in the forest.

One such day found you enjoying the lake near where you had settled. It was an atypically quiet day, and cool babbling was soothing to you as you observed the clear water, taking in the colorful rocks like a rainbow embedded beneath its surface. The fish paid you no mind as you waded in, unable to help yourself.

“Not t’ cold, is it?” You turned at the smooth, accented voice of Druig as he made his way through the treeline, coming to stop along the shore near where you had waded in, hands folded as he observed you in the sunlight.

“I don’t mind a bit of cold, demeanor or otherwise,” you acknowledged. “Besides, the humans bathe and wash their linens here. If they don’t mind it, I don’t see any reason why I should.”

Druig snorted at that, wading his way into the water not far from where you stood, the current gently rippling around your bodies.

“I've heard them talking about you, you know. Sprite's been spinning her web of tales in every city we dock,” Druig said offhandedly as he tossed a stone atop the clear lake, rippling the water’s previously-unblemished surface with the skips of the smooth rock.

“Oh?” You plucked a unique-looking grey-blue rock from the shallows, your dress bunching in the water and flowing about your knees. “And what do they say?”

You turned over the rock you had chosen in your hands, noting, pleased, how its shade was so similar to the eyes of the man who stood beside you, plucking and skipping stones of his own.

“They call you Artemis. Some call you Diana. Others Selene. Different names for the same, stunning entity. Goddess of the forest, the hunter, the protector of young women throughout their land."

You laughed.

“That’s a kind and gentle way to describe conjuring arrows to destroy Deviants in bloody battle. Are you sure they aren’t referring to Sersi instead?” you chirped, leaning down to trail your fingers through the cool, clear water, admiring the way the blue of the rock looked so striking when held beneath the surface.

“And what of your legends?” You queried. “So powerful that Sprite has invented an entire mystical order to explain away the one man who can grasp a million minds. The druids. Does that not tickle your pride somewhat?”

“An attempt to make me sound useful and utilitarian, perhaps?” Druig tossed another stone, ignoring its skipping progress across the water’s surface in favor of wading gently closer to where you stood.

“Even so. Solitary folk they are, eh? The druids. So Sprite says. Any truth to that, then?” Your eyes tracked his progress as he disrupted the cool river’s surface to stand by your side.

Druig shrugged, coolly, but still affable. Willing to banter with you a bit more. The stretch of patience he would extend to you, to your conversations, after centuries still never ceased to amaze you. You often wondered what it is that had separated you from the others. Why he would extend these courtesies to you, to Makkari, and offer you glimpses of himself.

“You know I prefer solitude if I am gifted it. Too many minds around and it gets a bit … crowded … up here.” Druig made a motion with his hands, circling around his head. “Like the buzzing of so many busy little bees,” he sighed. “But you know my power. You know me.”

You shuddered a bit at the heat that had laced Druig’s voice. “Do I?” You looked across the water, teasingly refusing to meet Druig’s gaze. “And what do you suppose my estimation is?”

“Other than finding me roguishly handsome, you mean?” Druig teased.

Your eyes widened at Druig’s jest. Although, in every joke, a kernel of truth. Had he been reading your thoughts?

“Bah!” You huffed, “Don’t be a scoundrel. Especially not with someone who can best you in a fight.”

“You still think you can best me, then?” Druig challenged, his voice light and bantering.

“Oh, I know I can,” you bent your knees ever-so-slightly below the water, ready to spring should Druig challenged you. “You think I would expel all of my energy when we spar? Please.”

“I could always just compel you to lose,” Druig said, tapping his chin as though deep in thought.

“You would have to be faster than Artemis to do that,” and with that, you pounced, lurching forward and giving Druig’s shoulder a purposeful shove, causing him to slip on the stones beneath his feet topple into the water with a resounding splash, the sound cracking against the trees.

You laughed as you backed away toward the shore, out of Druig’s reach as he broke the surface of the water, spluttering.

If you had thought he resembled a large cat before when you were training, the comparison was certainly apt now. He fixed you with a glare as he shook the water from his hands, and then his hair, now wet and matted to his head, his clothes stuck to his form, dripping.

“Cheeky, hunter,” Druig breezed, his voice taking on a low timbre, but with no hint of malice, as he waded toward the shoreline, giving way to the chase you were leading him on as you darted from his grasp.

He bent at the shoreline, dragging his hand through the water and attempting to splash you as you ran down the shore.

Druig certainly could be fast when he wanted to be, you thought, too little too late as he closed the gap between you, catching you with an arm around your waist and causing you both to topple onto the pebbled shore.

You laughed together, Druig taking the moment to stroke a stray hair at your crown back into place.

“How could we have never met on Olympia?” you asked him, softly, “I feel as though I should have known you my entire life. And yet … we have only met now. It hardly feels fair. Years without the discovery of one another.”

“We know one another now,” he shrugged, knocking an affable shoulder into yours as you sat beside one another, taking in the lake once more.

Druig’s company was easy. Summer rain, the soft tapping on glass, warm, sweet and refreshing.

You reached for the canvas bag you had brought with you that rested near where you had stopped together on the shore, pulling a fiery-hued orange from the depths of your bag.

“Is this where Makkari keeps getting these then,” Druig asked as he watched you peel the orange. “She’s always snacking on them.”

You nodded, offering Druig a wedge, its skin visibly thin and membranous by the light of the sun, ready to burst with zinging, crisp flavor on your tongue when you bite into it.

Druig held up his hand to you, making to refuse. But you gently took his wrist, opening his palm to you and placing the wedge in his hand. You had opened the rind as you were slowly opening yourself to him, splitting the orange down its center and offering to share. To share its brightness, its sweetness, as you would endeavor to share yours.

"You need to enjoy yourself more. The world is full of small treasures waiting to be discovered. Take a page from Makkari’s book,” you bit your own wedge, Druig taking in the little slip of juice that made its way from the corner of your mouth.

He shrugged, following suit and biting into his own wedge.

"Do you like them?" You asked through a mouthful of sweet, zipping orange.

He nodded softly, savoring the sweet, syrupy flavor. “And Makkari?”

"She likes sharing with me," you shrugged.

Druig’s brows quirked at that. He knew you knew that he was also close with Makkari. How he would anchor the quicksilver woman in tender moments. And she, him. He had hoped it wouldn’t be a point of contention as you and he developed into … whatever you were that felt dangerously like affection.

It seems he was mistaken; for you and Makkari were clearly also … affectionate.

To you, Makkari was milk and honey. Sweetness, nourishment, home. Druig was oil. Rich and incendiary. He was the sagebrush you smelled in the desert before a storm – A cautionary comfort you could never quite quantify.

And as the traipsing trail of time slipped past, thick like honey, you were eager for this to unfold. The path before you now lay, heavy and unblemished, like freshly packed and fallen snow. Tread lightly, little one, lest you sink too far. Or mar the surface of yours and Druig's tenuous friendship.

And the humans, it seemed, had grown to adore their protectors.

And your friendship -- no, that seemed too soft a word … partnership?? -- had blossomed. Sharing your observations on humanity, sparring, your cheeky little intrigues with Makkari, helping her "obtain" treasures she sought. Your sniper's eye was good for more than just combat, after all...

And, at the celebration the humans had held for you within the stronghold of Babylon’s walls, you basked in the warmth of the evening from your chosen perch.

Watching Sersi dance with the humans. Watched as Sprite weaved her tales with the accompaniment of shimmering, golden illusions. Watched as Makkari haggled with the townsfolk. You had turned down Kingo and Gilgamesh's offer of a drinking contest in favor of observation. Perhaps you were waiting for the offer to dance, instead?

“You know,” Druig pushed himself off of the wall at the periphery of your vision, his lilting voice breaking your thoughts, “I asked Makkari where she got some of those artifacts to trade. She started to mention something about them being won in a ‘shooting contest,’ before becoming suspiciously forgetful. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you, dear hunter of mine?”

Druig ambled his way over to where you held court, your gaze fixed solely on him now.

“Now, Dru, you know I respect Ajak’s rules far too much to aid in any kind of scheme where thievery is involved. Besides, were they really thieved if I won them fair and square?” You smiled at him then, a quick flash of tilted lips and teeth, like a fox might bare its teeth at its prey.

The flicker of ferocity behind your grin was a direct juxtaposition to your usually-calm demeanor, and the softness of the dress that adorned your body. So different from your usual stiff, copperish armor.

A heady combination, Druig thought, your contradictions continuing to surprise him.

“And what did Makkari promise you in return for your assistance?” Druig stood before you, arms clasped behind his back in apparent repose. But you knew better. Lightning roiled beneath his skin, in the contrasting gold-and-blue of his stormy eyes. He merely awaited his moment.

“Alleged assistance, my love,” you teased. “And Makkari’s and my arrangements are our own. No business of yours … not unless you ask nicely for it to be your business.”

At the heated lilt of your teasing voice, Druig’s mind was awash with the possibility and entendre of what you had said.

“You’ve compelled me to ask, but for my own self–preservation, perhaps I’ll save that for later,” Druig replied, circling you slowly. “That’s a lovely dress, by the way.”

You smiled at his compliment, your desire to tease gone as you felt flush at his compliment. Almost shy. You shifted on your feet.

“I almost feel more comfortable in my armor, but Kingo insisted. He’s got more of a flair for this sort of thing than I do, anyway,” you offered, glancing at your Apollo from across the room as he laughed with Gilgamesh at Sprite’s illusions. "And some of the women in the village made it for me."

The upswing of a new song caught your attention, and you turned to the man beside you, who was likewise observing the others. Ever-watchful, your Druig.

The two of you had shared tender moments. Conversations far too personal to be purely platonic. Hell, the two of you had even shared a few kisses over the years. Embraced. Held one another in private moments just for the two of you. Or three of you. But the urgency to progress something wasn't really a factor when you lived forever.

Nevertheless, yours and Druig's… whatever you might call it… had not really progressed past a certain point. Call it respect for the being you knew to be reserved in his affection, but you didn't feel the need to be overly-physical it it wasn't something he had instituted.

That doesn't mean the desire wasn't there. At least on your part. The burning thrum of something just shy of need. The hope to hold onto Druig as more than just your friend. To press the planes of your skin along his in quiet moments. To feel his hands caress parts of yourself that no one else would. His hands were quite maddeningly beautiful, weren't that? Craving the resplendent mutualism of shared ardor.

Had centuries not been long enough? So, while you didn’t know what came over you, you felt compelled to ask nonetheless –

“Would you care to dance?” You piped up suddenly, your own voice (or perhaps the suddenness of your own courage) causing you to jump a bit, like a startled fawn.

Had you really just done that? No sense in playing coy now.

You gestured at the circling crowd.

Ah. So, perhaps it was a foolish request.

Druig quirked a brow at you, tilting the corner of his mouth into a barely-there half smile. For his part, he seemed to hesitate a tad before taking in the magnitude of the crowd and responding,

“I’m not much of a dancer, I’m afraid, love,” he replied. “Besides, can’t have anyone knowing I have two left feet.”

You tried to quell the rush of icy disappointment and proverbial cold water his response had shot through you.

“I’ve seen you fight, Dru, your feet are precisely as they should be,” you teased gently, masking the mild sting of rejection you felt with a joke. “Ah, well.”

With that, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and patted his arm softly before making your way from the room, and outside of the city walls.

A blurring rush came to a stop beside Druig as he watched you go. He turned to find Makkari at his side, a stern look fixed to her usually-gentle features, prominent chin jutted in Druig’s direction and eyes awash in a frown.

“Why would you do that?” She prodded at Druig, her hands flying.

“I’m not much of a joiner,” he responded, signing back his dissent to your invitation.

“She just wanted to spend time with you. Even you aren't that dense. Go on, go find her. You can thank me later,” Makkari was insistent, shoving him in the direction of the door you had left from.

“Nosy,” Druig chuckled, rolling his eyes over-dramatically to ensure Makkari would see, before smiling at her in thanks and following your path.

Your invitation to dance had taken him a bit by surprise. It's not as though the two of you weren't … affectionate with one another, by any stretch. And it's not as though he didn't want to be.

The thought of the two of you sharing everything together had crossed his mind. Of course it had. The idea that you would feel even an ounce of the ardorous devotion he felt for you was a heady one.

And there it was -- devotion.

Druig was no fool, far from it. He simply wouldn't allow himself to be flung into anything without first understanding the parameters involved. It's not as though his reserved demeanor was a secret amongst his fellow Eternals.

Moments spent with you… by the lake, in his chambers on the Domo, gentle teasing and the tug-and-pull of something more in the heartstrings between you. While the long life Druig had been gifted was full of many moments, those with you, those with Makkari, these were his favorites.

That he could have all of you was a thought he only desired to entertain if it could come to fruition. And now, the possibility was so very tangible, he could feel it beneath his fingertips. It felt like the brush of your lips, the gentle promise of something more.

Druig made his way to find you, determined.

You had sat yourself outside of the city walls, staring at the moon as it hung over the city. It was luminous, as though it, too, wanted to join in, to celebrate the Eternals’ victory.

The cool, quiet air was necessary after being exposed to the heat of the party. And … something potentially more embarrassing. But for the second time that night, a familiar brogue interrupted your thoughts.

“And what are you doing out here?” Druig called, coming to sit beside you, legs propped up to allow an arm to sling over his knees, reaching for your hand. “Were you not enjoying the festivities?”

The gentle nature of Druig's rolling accent put your mind at ease. His tone implying repentance, an olive branch.

"Oh, I was. But someone wouldn't dance with me," you pouted, rising to your feet and brushing off your dress to twirl away from Druig's grasp playfully. And perhaps to mask the small bit of hurt that you had felt.

But, now that the two of you were a respectable distance from the crowd, not to mention the prying eyes of your fellow Eternals, you felt perhaps Druig might be willing to engage. That the two of you could have a moment just for you, as you had so many times over the years. Something to cherish. You loved the others, but they could be so nosy.

Druig chuckled in spite of himself, a low, clear sound, like breaking thunder in the middle-distance of a cloudy day, his eyes never leaving your form.

"I've never been much of a joiner. You know very well I prefer to watch you," he said with a shrug, his voice taking on a heat that you would follow, directly into the burning sun if you must.

You wouldn't back down now. He had sought you out, after all, hadn't he?

No more tenuous dancing of an anxious doe. You were a fearsome hunter, after all. And if he could toy with you … well, turnabout was fair play.

"You would rather watch me than move with me?"

You were coy, your lips pouting in a teasing smirk. You reached for Druig, lacing your fine-boned fingers through his firm, warm ones, pulling him up to sway with you and guiding his hands toward your hips.

Your grin faltered slightly as you looked up at Druig through your lashes, his icy eyes melting with the warmth of his gaze upon you. His fingers were still laced with yours, which you used to your advantage as you continued to guide his touch over your hips, a gentle graze over soft curves, with only the stars in the heavens to watch over you, twinkling and winking their approval of your loving flirtation, your steady adoration.

Druig dropped his forehead to touch yours, his eyes never leaving yours as his towering frame leaned into your swaying figure.

Breaking one hand free to trail up your side, Druig grazed your chin with molten, idolatrous fingertips, letting them come to rest on the side of your jaw, as though it were the most natural resting point for him. And perhaps it was.

"You know I would move however you asked, goddess of mine," he rumbled. "You need only to ask."

"You would?" You murmured, bringing your free hand to read on Druig's chest, where you could feel the low, steady beat of his heart. "And that's enough for you, is it?"

"I would. The eternity we've been given is not enough," Druig's thumb that was resting along your jaw is now pressed into the plush of your lower lip, which he drags lightly down, his eyes following the movement. "For I could never have enough time with you."

You had lived for thousands of years; knew you would live for thousands more yet. But this was what you had been waiting for. This must be your purpose, Arishem be damned, to be loved by the man before you.

For In all of that time, nothing compared to the feeling of Druig's lips on yours, nor the feeling of his touch to your skin. Nothing compared to what rushed through you, heated lightning and a rush of euphoria, of honey, as he held you outside of the city’s formidable walls.

In Druig’s arms, you had found your own stronghold.

You had once thought this type of love was for humans. For stories. Or just for Ikaris and Sersi. You did not think you would feel its keen sting, its quavering devotion, its promises and it's aches.

But he had pressed his lips to yours. And As Druig’s mouth moved, slightly fumbling before becoming insistent when met with the soft petals of your lips, your resolve crumbled.

“And I’m sorry about earlier,” Druig murmured his apology into your lips. “I would dance with you from here to eternity, and I lo–” his voice broke, “I love you.”

You smiled at him then, beaming and radiant as one of your golden arrows. As the sunlight peeking through the forest trees. As only the goddess Artemis could.

“Well then,” you murmured, your lips brushing along Druig’s… brushing, but never pressing, “I suppose you’ll just have to show me?”

He had smirked then; his face, so normally smooth and impassive, quirked into a manner so self-assured.

The moon and the whispering wind were the only witnesses to your moment alone. To the way Druig’s hands had slid beneath your skirt to brush along your thighs and through your folds as he held you tighter, tighter, impossibly tighter. To the honey-dipped slip of his tongue into your mouth, the warmth of his firm arms around yours, guiding you to the earth in the shadows of the great wall behind the both of you.

To the way he cradled your head as though you were the most precious gift.

And would you be the goddess of the hunt if you did not seek out your quarry in kind?

You had caught Druig’s wrist as he strummed and stroked his way to and through your glistening folds. You were nothing if not disciplined, the urge to seek out your prey its own kind of gratification to you.

You flipped the two of you then, resting atop Druig’s hips, and caging him into the orbit that was your sheer power, leaning over him to tease, to stroke, to lick your way into his mouth. To press your own marks into the beautiful pallor of his throat. To roll your hips over his and feel all of him beneath you.

As you divested him of each layer of cloth, you had left no part of him untouched, unwanted, your warmth surrounding him as you sank onto him.

Truly, only nature would witness to what you and Druig had shared. To your gasps and moans into the others’ mouths. To the way you had dug your nails, crescents mirroring the moon above into his shoulders, his back. As you surged your hips into the rhythm between the two of you, poetry for yourselves alone, with a crest and a declaration shared only in this moment. To the way he had shattered alongside you, sharing this moment with only you.

Weaving your way. Its own kind of dance. And you would twirl about one another until you couldn’t any longer.

And you had told him you loved him too. The genuine smile you were rewarded with would be something you would savor in your dreams for years to come.

—

But time has a way of twisting your ambitions. And the breaking point comes in Tenochtitlan. Amidst the fires, chaos, the fall of another Empire.

As the smoke and the popping of flames and guns alike rose around the Eternals, Druig’s mind was similarly aflame – burning with churning thoughts of war, the feeling of sticky blood beneath human hands as the people in the city below fought on. He tried to push it from his mind – tried to render himself immune to their conflict as Ajak had so frequently bid. But how could he? When he could hear their thoughts of unrest. Feel their blistering, itchy hatred for their so-called enemy?

When Thena broke beneath her Mahd Wy’ry, Druig felt himself splintering, too. Not in the same exact manner, but … beneath the crushing weight of waves of blood, historical conflict magnified throughout the millennia. One could only take so many human lives lost – the lives his Selene held so dearly – before it all became too much.

“Do you have any idea what that does to someone after centuries?” Druig bellowed, refusing to meet his beloved’s eyes. Compelling the mortal men below to drop their weapons, Druig turned his rage on the others. On whomever would challenge him. On Ajak. On Ikaris.

But, oh, you did. You had some idea. For to feel the heart of your beloved in so much pain was splintering you, too. If the weight that broke you did not come at the cruel, gnarled hands of Mahd Wy’ry, it would surely come with the fracturing of your family. If Druig were to leave now … well, even Eternals felt pain.

The tears stung at your eyes as you watched Ajak plead with Druig to embrace Arishem’s purpose. A fool’s errand, you knew. Once Druig had set his mind to something, he would be loath to change it. Each word hurled between the two split your heart a fraction more. You could bear it no longer.

You stepped forward, opening your mouth to speak – but not before Kingo could sweep his arm before you, gently catching your waist. Turning to him, the pleading question in your eyes was met with morose understanding, with a bidding invocation from his heart to yours to please, don’t make this worse.

You shook your head softly, gently removing his arm from you as you made toward Druig, but not before your beloved could strike the final nail into this coffin –

“If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” Druig hissed, turning on his heel and sparing an unreadable glance at you as he descended the stone steps of the temple, the men he had compelled making to follow him into the woods.

You were so beautiful in that dress he earlier said he had admired. So soft and beautiful, a stark contrast to the smoke and violence that was drowning his senses. To the foggy commands he had implanted in the men’s minds, bidding them to stop fighting.

Druig knew you would follow him – had dared to hope that perhaps you would come with him. Surely, he thought, you would see things his way. As the others had not.

You padded down the steps behind him, Ajak’s sorrowful glance following your form as you trailed after your beloved. Knowing she would either lose two children this day, or that you would return with less of your heart than you had left with. An untenable situation, the outcome outweighed by the cost to the both of you.

“Druig,” you cried, “Druig! Wait, please!”

The way your voice had broken over the word “please” caused Druig to stop, turning on his heel to watch you make your way toward him. The smoky, red fury smothering his heart dissipating slightly as he took in the desperation in your expression.

“I won’t go back, hunter, please don’t ask,” Druig spoke before you could meet him. “She’s wrong, and you know it!”

You faltered in your steps, approaching your beloved cautiously, as you would a skittish, newborn fawn in the golden wood.

“My love, you know Ajak means well,” you spoke softly, tenuously, so as not to stoke the flames you could see licking their way behind Druig’s eyes, feeding his fury. “You know she loves you. We all do.”

“Whether they do or not, I won’t be a pawn in Arishem’s game,” Druig clipped. “Not while people suffer needlessly. Look at them, my love. You love them. How can you let them … do this?” Druig gestured at the destruction around you.

“Because I have to trust that this … thirst for war, like all thirst, will eventually be quenched,” You knotted your hands into your skirt, the anxiety wheedling it’s way through your bones. “I don’t know if the humans will ever achieve harmony, but isn’t it up to them to try? Isn’t it an expression of our love to let them try? To trust, to hope?”

Druig scoffed, a harsh noise to your ears in its derision.

“Up to them? Beneath the weight of their greed? Their jealousy? Their violence? They are buried,” Druig pleaded, eyes wild. “I can unburden them. You know I can.”

"By controlling them! You think you know more than them?" you pressed, unable to believe just what you were hearing from the person you thought you knew so well.

"Please, love,” Druig scoffed, “I know I do. I can see into their minds. I know their limits. I know their weaknesses.”

You could not believe what you were hearing -- as the remnants of the battle raged in the distance beyond you, you felt the rising bile of scourge and the heat of conflict rising within yourself. The man before you prided himself on being collected. A little derisive at times, sure, but never cruel. Never so casual in disinterested supremacy.

"We're meant to protect them, Dru,” you urged softly, firmly. “To help them. Not to rule them. It is not our place."

"But it can be mine,” he stepped toward you, fingers outstretched as if to take your hand.

You stepped back, shaking your head and withdrawing from him, pulling your hand away so that his fingers could not meet your own. You tried not to notice the subtle flinch, nor the flash of pain behind your beloved’s eyes as he saw you retreat from him. Drawing away as you would draw your shortsword from a defeated Deviant, detached in your victory.

But you felt no pride in this. This was not victory.

You tried again.

"Your place was to be beside me, and mine beside you. Is that not what you want?" The wind blew the smoke from the warring fires around the both of you, swirling your skirts and stinging your eyes. Yes, that was what the prickling behind your eyes was. It had to be. Druig would never make you cry.

"That can still be, my Selene, my Diana,” Druig implored, the usually cool lilt of his brogueish accent was now tinged with what you might mistake for panic. If you did not know him any better. Druig did not panic. “Come with me. We'll watch over them together." He reached for you again.

You shook your head, trying to shake the smoke from your scratching throat and the tears from your eyes.

Couldn’t he see this was tearing you in two? Splitting you to the bone?

"That -- that's not our purpose, Dru. It's -- it's perversion. Our duty is sacrosanct, our gifts from Arishem himself, and you mean to use yours to corrupt that duty. To corrupt your purpose. Corrupt them. Corrupt us."

Druig's eyes flashed, a licking, complex damasque of anger, heat and betrayal.

"Is that what you would think of me, my love?" He spat the last word, carefully avoiding meeting your eyeline where he could see the glimmer of tears forming along your lashes. Better to look above you, to look down upon you. Through haughty eyes and the slope of angular cheekbones. “So powerful as to destroy even us? Can you not see that the purpose you speak so highly of is flawed? That perhaps we can do more?”

"I don't know what to think, Dru," you whispered, stepping forward and reaching for him this time, for his palm, yours outstretched. “I -- I’m so confused.”

As your fingers grazed his hand, he yanked it away, perhaps more violently than you had done moments before. As though your touch were as cutting as one of your arrows, laden with weighted, creeping poison.

"But,” you implored again, ignoring the rush of hurt his actions had wrought, “I know you're not right all of the time. None of us are. We're not perfect -- how can you say you're fit to do this? That you know what's best?”

"We know more than they do. They’re feeble, flawed – but I can keep them safe! We can keep them safe,” he pressed, noting the way your hand was still seeking his.

You gazed upon Druig’s features, twisted now with the heated passion of his speech, awash in the darkness of the night sky and the shadows war rumbling around him; his eyes flashing a blue-grey, a troubled sea roiling in a storm. A painfully unfamiliar mask comprised of features you once recognized. Intimately.

How unlike the usually cool, impassive face of the man you had come to love.

“We can’t,” you murmured, your eyes meeting Druig’s once more. “I can’t. We should stick with the others – we cannot walk this world alone.”

Druig scoffed, but before he could berate the others whom you would choose to stay with over him – Ikaris, with his bullheaded, proud devotion to Arishem; Ajak with her secrets, her unyielding sense of purpose; Kingo, the Apollo to your Artemis, whose sunny disposition you would never wish to be parted from -- and how he would follow Ajak and Iakris both to the end; Sersi, too delicate to stand up to anyone – you broke him with your words, again.

“With or without the others, with or without you, I will guard these people, love them. But I won’t control them. We are not gods.”

“You’ve been talking to Kingo –”

“No, Dru. They deserve their freedom -- freedom to choose, freedom to love ...” you trailed, finally capturing Druig’s fingers in your own, stepping into his space and bringing your hand to delicately graze the peak of his cheekbone. His hand atop yours, destined to follow yours in its journey, mapping the familiar landscape of his own face through the beauty of your hands.

Druig tilted his head down toward yours, his lips mere centimeters from meeting yours, foreheads not-quite brushing -- a gesture still so tender, even in absence of actual touch. Your affection had always had an atmosphere, an orbit.

“Even the freedom to hurt? When I could prevent it?” He murmured to you, eyes downcast to your lips, your gaze upon the fan of his lashes.

“Yes, love, even that," you sighed, shaking your head softly.

“And what of your freedom? Do you not choose to love me?” Druig lifted his hand away from its place atop yours, a cool breeze caressing the backs of your fingers in the absence of his touch.

He trailed his fingers to you now, mirroring the path your touch had taken, this time upon your own face. Cupping your jaw gently. The two of you now locked in a crescent moon’s embrace, arced and amorous, but not quite complete. Not quite whole.

“I have no choice but to love you,” you whispered into his lips, “for I fear I wouldn’t recognize myself without the pieces that belong to you. You are everything to me. Of the gifts this eternal life has given me, I could thank Arishem for you each day, and still not have enough time to express my gratitude. For you, for Makkari, for the pearls of love this life has bestowed,” you paused to catch your breath. Were you really about to deny him once more? “But, Dru, this is wrong. We cannot leave the others, cannot abandon our purpose to protect, as we have been asked. You cannot leave us.”

You tore your gaze from your beloved’s, the tears you had fought so hard to cage now slipping freely down your cheeks, gliding coolly over the corners of your downturned mouth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Druig’s face fall, as his shoulders set. A pillar of resolute sadness. You could feel his tension; the climbing heat within him at your stubbornness.

Your mind was moving a mile a minute. The world fell into a wash of white-noised nothingness, the army of those men Druig had bewitched stood, unnaturally silently around you.

Everything around you was fading, as your thoughts flitted from scenario to scenario, through doubt and distrust, before finally – a previously-unfelt rosy calm washed its way into your mind, settling and easing, soothing you --

Was this plan really so bad? Could it really be so bad? When had Druig ever steered you wrong? It was reasonable, wasn’t it? There was so much you didn’t know, and Druig would be there to guide you, as he had promised he would be. Together in all things, with Druig, Druig, Druig …

The pleasant haze of your thoughts was rudely interrupted by a sharp, puncturing arrow of doubt within yourself, an uncomfortable prodding and wriggling sensation through your brain, deflating the rosy cloud as you met Druig’s eyes --

– Only to discover they were unfocused, far-seeing, golden.

Suddenly, you were awash in white heat, blue flames tearing their way through your body as you realized what he was doing. Rage.

“How dare you?” You bellowed, stepping forward and shoving Druig by the shoulders. “You think you can control me, as you control them? You really think so little of me, that you can alter my ‘feeble’ mind? I won't be what you say because you say it!”

You gripped his wrist, squeezing, so that he might feel the weight of your words. You had never truly raised a hand against him before; even when the two of you were training together, you had always pulled your punches. But this? You were livid with him now. And you knew that Druig would be defensive, in turn.

His mind was racing, full of memory, of that night outside of the city – your keystone moment of passion. A core memory.

Remember this love, for surely you would never feel anything like it again.

Of the night when perpetually-young lovers wrapped themselves in one another, awash in the heat of one another and the haze of summer. Druig’s lily skin burned alongside yours, bright and entirely incandescent, awash with the glow your attentions had wrought upon him.

You had pulled Druig ever-closer, closer, closer to you, breathing his name into his ear as you moved together beneath gleaming heavens. A reverent whisper of your voice that made him feel entirely godlike. The rest of the world may as well have been made of tissue paper – transparent and prone to crumbling beneath the strength your love had imbued.

To look at you, Druig knew the starshine clarity of your honest eyes would be the last thing he desired to see on this planet should he be forced to leave it.

But, but, but … he could not bring himself to meet them now, for the fear that yours would reflect only derision, revulsion at what he was about to do. He truly had savored that night. And other nights like it. And every moment of affection between then and now. Of shared orange slices and stolen moments in quiet corners. Spoiling, curdling in his mind through this disquiet. Through his cruel words. The quickest way to kill you was to poison your heart – the heart that loved him so.

"So much for your love, then," Druig spat, his touch abandoning your face to peel your fingers from his, flinging your hand away from its rightful place along his skin.

He would be finished with it all. Even if it meant being finished with you.

Druig turned on his heel, retreating into the forest with the people he had compelled at his back, their unnaturally-uniform steps marching in unison, in time with the heavy thudding of your heart.

You watched him go, his form fading into the darkness, stealing your heart away and carrying it with him, ripping it from your chest and into the depths of the forest, forever with him -- though he didn't know it. Or if he did, it was not enough to make him turn around. To come back to you. You would forgive him already if he would just turn around.

With every step Druig took away from you, you could feel your heart cracking. You opened your mouth to wail, release some of this pain that had suddenly washed over you at the reality that the other half of your soul was marching out of your life. But no sound escaped your lips.

Instead, you fell to your knees, your intricately-woven dress that Druig had complimented mere hours before now dirtied, as you looked to the heavens, more tears soundlessly escaping down your cheeks.

Praying for Arishem to guide you. For no Eternal had died before, but this pain? Worse than pain of battle. This must be what death is, you thought. It wasn't a quick, clean end after which your soul would know peace. No. It was a serrated knife that sawed slowly, uncaringly through you with the cadence of departing footsteps, leaving you to bleed alone until nothing was left. This was not something even Ajak could heal.

Makkari had found you then, stock-still on your knees, staring at the spot where Druig had vanished into the treeline. She had rested her head against your cheek, silent through your sobs.

Remember this pain; its burn unique. For surely, you would never burn so wholly from within again.

Promises, promises.

—

Now, your family had found you at your homestead in Guadalajara. On the outskirts of the city.

Sersi, ever the gentle diplomat. Ikaris, the man intent on becoming king. And Kingo, the sunshine through the trees of your forest. And … Kingo’s delightfully human friend.

Never they mind that you had built a life for yourself. That after Makkari had found you five hundred years ago and told you of Ajak’s parting words – “When we meet again, tell me what you’ve found…” that you had found a corner of the world with sunshine. With greenery. With bursting flavor and color. With the life you had always imagined you could have had if you had been born mortal on this planet.

But without a partner.

Sersi and Ikaris had broken the news to you. Kingo there to soften the blow. Of Ajak. Of Gilgamesh. Of the Emergence. Of the true purpose of the Eternals on Earth.

“So,” you mused, as they sat around your table, steaming mugs of freshly-brewed Mexican coffee before them. “Druig was right, after all. The design was flawed.”

You looked up to meet Kingo’s eyes – his chocolate orbs melting into yours with soft, serene understanding. That you would mourn Ajak. That you would mourn the lives you had led, tainted by deceit.

“No wonder we never remembered one another from Olympia,” you intoned, taking a sip.

Your family urged you to pick up your bow. Whether the plan was to delay the Emergence, or to merely stave off the Deviants, you were needed, they had said.

So, here you were, trudging behind your family, to where the others stood. Phastos, with hands ringed in gold, ready to create something to once more save humanity. Sprite, with her sharp wit and illusions. Thena, ever the stoic warrior, though never the same since she and Gilgamesh had left as she crumbled beneath the weight of her Mahd Wy’ry. And … him.

"My beautiful, beautiful hunter," Druig purred when he met you, trailing a finger from one of your shoulders, over your collarbone, to the other, walking in a semi-circle around you to rest his chin on your shoulder, tilting his chin slightly so as to whisper to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Did you miss me?" The low, even hum reverberated from his mouth, straight through you.

The easy breeze of Druig’s lilting accent surrounded you, tickling your ears and pricking them with familiarity and warmth.

And here, you hadn’t decided whether you had forgiven him, yet.

You closed your eyes, letting the feelings the familiarity of his voice brought forth wash over you.

"You are … you are -- insolent" you spluttered, “¡Atrevido!”

Presumptuous.

“So that’s a yes, then,” Druig smirked. “I missed you, mo shíorghrá.”

You conjured an arrow that slipped between your index and middle finger, flipping him a rather rude gesture with the weapon of your own making as you stalked off, Kingo chuckling at your back.

They had mentioned unearthing the Domo, of finding Makkari. And the sooner you had all started, the sooner it could end.

One way or the other.

Still, you couldn’t deny what it had made you feel – to see Druig again. And you’d had a feeling he had known it, too. If the flickering grin of his full lips had been any indication. The sunglasses were of no obstacle to you. For your hunter’s eyes knew his too well. That they danced behind the dark glass, ever teasing you.

The return to the Domo had brought memories long-buried. Of days spent with the object of your affection (and current object of your avarice).

Of one memory in particular:

You had smiled bashfully, wanly, eyes diverted downward as you lightly shove Druig's shoulder.

"Don't tease me, Dru," you chuckle. "It's unbecoming of a man of your particular ability."

Druig was silent as he brought his hand up to cup your chin, trailing his fingers along your jaw, light as the tickling of leaves that dance upon the wind as he traces his way down your neck and along the peaks of your collarbones, feeling the evenness of your breath beneath his fingertips.

"I do not tease, darling." His eyes locked with yours.

"What a shame," you countered, "sometimes unbecoming can be fun."

Druig pressed his fingers into their resting place along your collar, pressing his ardor firmly. How sobering his gaze could be -- as clear, cool and shocking as the river, wild in wintertime.

"You can tell me what you feel, can't you, little one?" Druig broke his gaze from yours to whisper in your ear, nuzzling the curve of his nose along the shell of your ear as he did so, feeling of warmth.

"I…," you trailed, "you know what I feel for you. I won't stroke your ego."

"Perhaps I just like to hear you say it."

You sighed, relishing in the feel of Druig's lips near your ear, over your cheek, and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Who invented this as an expression of devotion, I wonder," you murmured, drawing back from Druig, your lips separating, noses still brushing.

"The kiss? Who knows. Maybe we did?"

"You cannot think us so important as to take ownership of every human development. That's … generous."

"Maybe it's innate, then," Druig pondered, his eyes gazing upon you as he propped his head in his hand. He did not need to render his eyes gold in order to determine that the gears in your mind were turning. He'd rather wait until you chose to share a fully-formed thought. How wondrous the conclusions of your mind could be.

"Is it innate to us because it is innate to humans? Or is it the other way around?" You wondered aloud. "Are we awakened knowing how we choose to express our love? Do we all recognize love once we've felt it, and are all drawn toward the same compulsion to express it?"

Druig barked a laugh.

"If you were human, perhaps you would have been a philosopher," he mused, reaching across to his night table to pour himself water from the pitcher that rested there.

You wrinkled your nose at the thought.

"I don't think so," you said. "I'm not suggesting you can't think properly out of doors, but I quite think I would prefer to contribute through the use of my hands."

"You don't give your mind nearly enough credit," he said, taking a drink, his eyes never leaving you over the rim of his cup.

Sensing your protest, he continued, "I think I could be considered an expert on the subject."

He had wrapped his arms around you then.

Now, now that you had been reunited, and the plan unfolded (though you were still wary of Ikaris), Druig had stopped you on your way out of Phastos’ lab. Pleading you for a word.

Ever unable to resist him, you acquiesced. Standing next to him beneath the cool light that emanated from the halls of the Domo. As it had all started. You hadn’t traded words with him in over five hundred years. And now you stood before him, the man you had given yourself to, bidding him to speak. To say anything that would ease the lashing pain that you had felt amidst the fires of war as he had marched his army of compelled men into the forest of the Amazon, and beyond your keen archer’s sight.

“You know why I chose the forest, don’t you?” Druig asked.

You shrugged, cool and indifferent.

“The convenience of proximity? Where they found you … Those were the same woods where we were all those years ago?” You queried, voice level. The “when you left” remained unspoken, removed from the end of your sentence; though, Druig didn’t need to be a mind reader to know it was there, hanging between the two of you.

“Because, love, in all of Sprite’s stories, you were the goddess of the wood. The hunter. I know it’s where you would feel most at home,” Druig turned his head from you. “If you had ever decided to find me, to choose me, I wanted you to find a home. Someplace you would love, as you once loved me.”

You remained silent, mulling over Druig’s words. It was austere. Foreign, this silence between the two of you. And Druig’s revelation was an olive branch, of sorts, as well as a surprise to you. You had thought Druig would not want to see you again after you had stayed behind.

“Would you have let me?” You asked, “After everything? Choose you, I mean. Would you have welcomed me with open arms after we left one another alone in the fires of war?”

Old habits die hard, and resentment is left to fester, filling your gut with rot. Corrosive. And the storms within his Druig’s beget flashing lightning when he looked at you, splitting you to your core and burning you from the inside out.

Druig shuffled his feet, weighing his words before answering.

“I think of that day by the lake often,” Druig admitted. “When our friendship was young. How much time has passed since. And now, here we are, at the end of all things on this planet. Before it was too late to say anything, I would tell you how I regretted leaving you that day. How I longed to reach for you. To tell you I was wrong. But only if you would hear it?”

“I would hear it,” you murmured. “But, Dru, you weren’t wrong. You were right. I was wrong. About Arishem. About our purpose. I shouldn’t have said what I did.” Tears welled in your eyes, your voice breaking over the admission you had weighed in your mind for centuries.

“Thena would have a field day,” you sniffled. “Look at me, crying before a man.”

Druig shushed you, turning to touch you at last, to cup your face in his warm palms, thumbs skating over the apex of your cheeks to wipe away the silent tears as they fell. You thought the world would end and you would waste away after millenia before feeling the tenderness of his trailing touch smoothing over your skin one last time. It was a revelation. A gift from whatever Celestial force was listening.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have you cry over this. I shouldn’t have asked you to choose. Between me and them, our family, the humans,” Druig softly brushed his lips to yours for a fleeting moment, as if to brush the surface anew. To wipe away the tears and leave the surface of your mouth with something pure. “You were right – we never were better than them. Look at us now. Can’t we both have been a tad right, and somewhat wrong?”

You chuckled weakly through the breaking remnants of your emotion.

“That would make us so remarkably normal wouldn’t it?”

They say lightning never strikes twice. Never to meet the same corner of earth, leaving it with an eruption of destruction and then bereft of feeling. But you knew that to be untrue, for the same feeling bloomed and burned within you every time Druig turned his gaze to you, flashing quickly through the gale. His eyes stormy, his affections quick and ferocious. Not for the first time, nor the last, would you say your beloved was so like lightning.

And you found yourself awash in the amorous wave of feelings you had always felt with him. No matter how much time had passed.

“I missed you, my hunter,” you folded your way into Druig’s arms, burying your head into his chest and allowing his arms to wrap around you. To hold you for a moment before the end of all things. “Now what do you say we save the world?”

You pressed your hands to Druig’s chest, palms flat, pushing yourself from his embrace and tilting your chin up to look into his eyes, the wave of relief you had felt at Druig’s forgiveness replaced with mirth and the promise of a challenge, to do battle together again once more.

“Think you can keep up with me, then?” You trailed a finger along his jaw to tweak his chin, spinning a conjured arrow at your side in the other hand. “We’ll see, amor.”

Druig watched you walk away from him, ready to do battle. It was a welcome of some comfort, knowing that as he watched you walk away it was nothing like the way he had walked away from you 500 years ago. That you would be by his side as they combatted the Emergence.

You donned your armor once more, prepared to become the hunter once again.

Thread can be used to patch. Even your prior hurts. To right wrongs and make your picture whole again. If only you nudge them along a little, with willing fingers and strength of mind.

—

Ikaris’s betrayal was nothing less than heartbreak of the cruelest kind. As you prepared to merge to lend your power to Druig, the pain of Ikaris and Sprite’s defection were additional wounds on top of your already heavy heart. You had lost so much in such a short amount of time.

And while you understood Kingo’s decision to leave rather than fight, you wouldn’t like and say it didn’t make you question which side of this debate that you were on.

“You know you’re my favorite, dear Selene,” Kingo had smirked, bending down from his considerable height to press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “And I’m glad you’re okay, after all this time. And that we’ve found each other again. But I can’t do this. Please don’t hate me.”

And when Ikaris had shown up to disrupt the uni-mind and to stop Druig and Sersi? When he had flown down from on-high and tossed Druig away like he was nothing, you saw red.

You had never conjured your arrows to fire at another Eternal before. Not with the intent to harm. But you refused to pull your punches now, as you took aim at Ikaris in the sky. Covering Makkari as she struck her blows.

Ikaris flew over you, attempting to shoot your bow from your hands with the beams from his eyes.

You worked quickly, wishing for Makkari’s power as you dodged, rolled and leapt away from the surges he fired at you.

"Stop this Ikaris,” you shouted at him as you shot an arrow in the direction he was flying, grazing his shoulder as he zipped past. “This won't work!. A true leader is unselfish. You can’t do this," you pleaded.

"And what would you know of it?” Ikaris called back to you, “What would you know of how to lead?” He landed before you, squaring his shoulders. “You choose to spend all of your time with a man whose ability is telling others what to do and think. Hardly an unselfish leader."

Heated rage flooded your body at his mention, his insult, of Druig. Quickly, you drew, taking aim for Ikaris’ heart.

“Hardly the same thing, and you know it. Stop this or I’ll stop you.” You anchored the string of your bow to your chin, ready to fire. “You may be able to fly, but I’ve always been faster.”

Your distraction had worked, long enough for Makkari flit by you and to knock Ikaris from his feet, the two of you continuing to hold him at bay.

As the battle waged on between Ikaris, the Deviant, the Eternals, Phastos’ uni-mind had worked once more to allow Sersi to freeze Tiamut. It was a victory that didn’t feel like a victory, for now you had lost Ikaris, as well. The weight of battle, of the endless conflict that you learned was responsible for advancing the universe, felt heavy on your shoulders, abridging your feelings of relief at having stopped Tiamut. Was this what Ajak felt during the entire millenia of her burdened leadership?

The appearance of Druig making his way across the sand, had eased this bleak weight somewhat. As he embraced Makkari, embraced you, you felt the faint glimmer of what you might call hope. For if you were together, maybe you could use what you had learned to help other planets.

To do something actually good. Together.

—

Time heals all wounds. Who knew that better than beings who had been alive for millennia? Losing Ajak, Gilgamesh … even Ikaris … and now the others who had gone when you had only just met again.

Perhaps this was your curse, to feel everything too deeply. Perhaps it was penance for having a power capable of taking lives. Ever trapped in your own head.

The ache that had taken residence in your chest since learning of Ajak's death rattled dully behind your heart. Not even the success of abating the Emergence, of once more helping humanity, could ease it. You had, after all, only recently come to terms with five hundred years of loneliness.

But sitting wedged on a couch with the two who had become other parts of your soul would certainly help.

You munched on your pizza, seated on one end of the Ajak's couch with your thigh pressed into Makkari’s, Druig on her other side. Phastos's son, Jack, had presented you with a half of the orange he had absconded from the kitchen with, with Thena’s aid, as Phastos scolded Thena for conjuring her weapons near his child.

“But dad!” Jack whined, “Artemis was showing me her bow-n-arrows earlier, and she and A-thena are so cool.”

You shrugged from your place on the couch at Phastos’ swift, accusatory look, arching a brow.

“Makkari made a good point, you know. He’s ten, P. I’ve been shooting arrows since the dawn of time. He could pick up a bow at ten," you called to him, not eager to leave your perch on the couch with your beloveds. Not when you had only just been reunited.

At Jack’s eager look, Phastos sighed, weary, rubbing his temples. You all seemed determined to drive him to an early grave.

“Oooh-kay. No babysitting with Auntie Thena or Auntie Artemis.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile nevertheless making its way across your lips as you split the orange half Jack had given you into its preordained wedges and passing them to your partners. Your fingertips first brushing Makkari’s, as the sticky orange sweetness passed from your hand into hers, and then to Druig. You pressed the remaining wedge to your lips, winking at them and settling back into your seat, keen to relax before you all were to depart.

And when that time had arrived, you and Druig traipsed through the tall grass to the Domo, his hand in yours, Makkari on your other side, pressing her warmth into your waist.

Before your group had departed, you had pressed a kiss to Phastos’ cheek, bidding Ben and Jack goodbye. Giving Jack a hug, you surreptitiously passed him one of your golden arrows with a wink – the arrow was blunted of course. By the time Phastos noticed it and had his subsequent heart attack, you would be long gone. Far from Phastos’ delicate, spinning rings and anxious-parent wrath.

You settled once more into the space of the Domo, Makkari breaking off from the two of you to make her way to Phastos’ lab and her collection of treasures – some of which you had definitely, legally, helped her obtain. Never anyone mind.

As you made your way down the hall, you brushed your fingertips over the corner with the tallied etchings of yours and Kingo's not-competition, a mild pang of sadness accompanying the ache in your chest.

You had wished Kingo was there to tell you goodbye. The Apollo to your Artemis, bidding you on your way with a sunshine smile and a wish for luck.

You and Druig made your way to his chamber, the room where you had spent so much time together, debating and discussing humanity, spirituality. Where you had discovered more about yourselves and one another. Where Druig had expressed his love for you time and again.

You made to cross the room and settle yourself amongst Druig’s collection of pillows, as you had done countless times over the course of your years together. Never missing a beat at making yourself at home, no matter how much time had passed.

“Wait,” Druig caught your wrist. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?” You turned into his arms. “Was it this?” Fluidly shifting to the tips of your toes, you pressed a kiss to Druig’s lips, capturing his lower lip between your full ones and sucking lightly. Druig sighed softly into the kiss, his grip on your wrist tightening.

Druig broke from you, looking down his prominent cheekbones at your countenance, his eyes flitting between yours and your sinful mouth.

“Temptress,” he purred. The washing waves of his cerulean eyes reflecting his internal debate – to give you your gift, or to kiss you again? Five hundred years was so long a time to make up for.

The latter won out as he struck like a snake, decisive and agile, fastening his lips to the base of your jaw and trailing them down the elegant plane of your neck, tilting your head back as you groaned at his attention. The vibration from your throat a pleasant hum against his full lips.

"Druig,” you sighed, “We've been alive for thousands of years … Helped nearly every conceivable language develop, and yet …”

At the feeling of Druig's warm lips pressing firmly into the column of your throat, trailing down to kiss along your collarbones peeking through the soft collar of your shirt. The feeling of your voice reverberating beneath his attention as you graced him with your affectations, drowning one another in your mutual ardor, you found the will to speak.

"... Yet I'm not sure words still yet exist that would adequately convey the depth of my emotion, my feeling for you. But I can show you." You wound your fingers through Druig's soft hair, tugging lightly to break him away from your neck and bringing his eyeline back to yours.

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.

Druig's crystalline eyes sparkled, a dizzying oceanic effect that made you feel as though the world had turned upside down -- for, surely, stars did not shine during the blue-skyed daytime. Or perhaps they did, as evidenced by the mischievous, adoring, cerulean gaze of the man before you.

"Show me?” At your nod, Druig understood. “So you would surrender control to me, my little hunter?" Druig murmured, his voice suggestive, a warm and pleasing bolt of silk against your skin.

The idea was a heady one, leaving you feeling drunker with power as the moments passed. Ironic, really. Everything was a bantering game between you and Druig, a display of companionable, bursting power met in equity. You, a marksman of singular focus; he, a man with a mind that was able to bend others to his will.

The thought that you, the most powerful being he knew, would surrender yourself, the most secret corners of your mind, to him was enough to make him weak in the knees. And he was supposed to be the one with unsurpassed will.

A promise to give him the thing he had tried to take before your separation all those years ago – the thing that tore you apart, to willingly allow him to use his power on you. The magnitude of your assent was not lost on him.

Druig’s fingers skated along your arms, down your sides, to rest at your waist, his eyes never leaving your form as your eyes fluttered closed at his touch.

You disentangled your fingers from Druig’s hair to bring a hand to grip his chin between your thumb and forefinger, nuzzling his nose with your own before trailing down to brush his lips with yours once more. The petal-like trace of your lips along Druig’s jaw whispered the long-held truth of your devotions into his skin.

“You don't need your tricks for me to bend to your will,” you murmured, your lips brushing the skin of Druig’s cheek, “I'll bend however you like.”

A rumble emanated from your love at your proclamation. A subtle purring from Druig’s chest at your promise.

“You don’t trust me, little hunter?” Druig murmured. “Trust that I know your mind … your body? Hm?” Druig’s hands slid from your waist, down your curves.

Druig guided you down to lie back on the pillows you had been heading for before, shedding his leather jacket as he went and allowing it to drop to the floor with an unceremonious, soft thump.

Druig turned his attention to you. The stylishly torn jeans and simple, soft tee you had tucked into them were nothing but a nuisance to Druig now. Though you were delightfully beautiful in your modern garb, it was an obstacle to be absconded with as he became a man of singular focus. At the promise of what was to come; of what you would allow.

You reached for your beloved, allowing him to fold his body over yours as your lips met once more. Druig trailed his hands to your waist, where you swore you could feel his fingertips burning through the soft material of your shirt.

You thanked whatever deity was listening for allowing you to feel this way again.

Memories of your night together outside of the walls of Babylon flashed in your mind as Druig tugged your shirt from your waist and up, over your head, cradling the back of your neck as he did so. Always tender, courteous.

The winking promise of mischief danced behind your hooded eyes as you looked up at your beloved from his place above you, a soft smile gracing your lips. His cheeky little hunter. Fox-like in disposition, quick and intuitive. True to your nature, you struck, shedding Druig’s shirt with quick, lithe fingers, and baring the pale canvas of his skin to you.

As you made for the button of his jeans next, Druig caught your wrists. His grip firm, but not punishing, he leveled you with a glare you could only describe as warning. Guiding you back once more, Druig hovered over you, like waves returning at the turn of the tide, rushing and momentous.

Druig squeezed your wrists before releasing them, allowing his hands to map the skin of your arms, your torso, reveling in the feel of you beneath his fingertips, every plane and prickling goosebump that awoke at his touch.

The rasp of his skin along yours was something both you and he had thought you may never hear again, never feel again; and now that you had, you wouldn’t relinquish them so easily. And nor, it seemed, would he.

He leaned forward, kissing his way down your neck, your chest, unclasping your bra and trailing his lips and hands down your torso before you knew what had happened. Your eyes fluttered closed at Druig’s affections, his touch ever-present and bordering on overwhelming as the honey-heat burning between your two bodies climbed, washing through the rest of the room. Druig’s attentions trailed golden lines of heat along your skin, sending sparks of starry champagne bubbling their way through you.

You pulled Druig closer to you, winding your arms around him and bringing your legs up around either side of his waist, lacing your fingers along the back of his neck and threading your way through his hair, tugging lightly to bring him back to your eye-level.

You captured his lips with yours once more, nipping a teasing bite into his plush lower lip, delighting in the flush of the blood beneath the skin of his lips as a result of your attention. That his body still reacted to yours. You tugged again at his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth before breaking yours away.

“I trust you, my love,” you hummed. Druig’s fingers teasing their way ever-closer to your center as you tugged his hair, the two of you panting into one another’s mouths. “You have my body. You can have my mind.”

At your declaration, Druig pressed his lips once more to yours, grinning wolfishly into his kiss. With no more preamble, the sky blue of his eyes bled gold, your beloved now nestling himself in the warmth of your mind, not unlike how he had in your body time and again throughout your centuries together.

This was nothing like the time before in Tenochtitlan when he had tried to encourage you to leave with him. Then, your mind had been battered with conflict. Tormented with your inability to mend the fractures in your family, to soothe the ache wrought by their warring beliefs. A stormy sea frothing and roiling. Trying to appease him.

Now, your mind was balm. It was smooth, drifting snow. Crisp and even, as you gave yourself over to your beloved. It was the shining sky during a winter’s night – clear and bright, despite the surrounding dark. Every star alive, and all was shimmering lavender.

Another night in the sway of the flower moon.

Druig was awash in the warmth, the romance of your mind. The gold of his eyes was reflective of the rosy gold of your amorous thoughts, of your suit, of you. He could die happy amidst the loving, blushed hue that surrounded you every time you looked at him, thought of him, of your past, of your reunion, of your future.

Every bit of the impulsive, pure love of Romeo and Juliet, none of the tragedy. Not anymore. You were besotted with him, amorous in the deepest sense, sure as the moon hangs in the night sky.

Druig’s kisses were pure, like lake water. Blue-green and brisk, drowning you in its depths. A stark contrast to the heat of the room, yet, ironically, the cause and the symptom of said heat. His aura -- strength and subtle amusement, so like derision -- a tinge of cockiness… you supposed these things came from the ability to know the depths of a mind, to control it if he so saw fit.

He would do anything you asked, because you asked it. And so, it seemed, would you … but only for him.

"Lie still, my love," Druig bid, your legs dropping from their place around his waist as he pulled back to kick off his boots and the remaining articles of his clothing.

You watched your beloved bare himself to you from behind the honey haze of Druig's influence that clouded your eyes. He leaned over you again, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of your jeans to tug you down the mass of blankets and pillows to meet his body, slotting yourselves gently together.

Reverent was the only way to describe the way he was looking at you now, trailing his fingers along your torso to pop the buttons of your jeans.

"Will you undress for me, Selene?" Druig's voice was everywhere. Inside your mind, in your ears, echoing in your mouth like the taste of copper.

You did as Druig bid, your hands following the familiar lines of your body through the strange filter of your love's mind. Rendering your own touch foreign to you, get familiar all at once.

What a strange dichotomy, your mind whispered to you from somewhere far away.

"Isn't it nice like this?" Druig breathed, "So … compliant."

Your head was buzzing, full of warm pleasant thoughts that hadn't been there before, thoughts of touching yourself, of trailing your fingertips along your breasts, across the plains and valleys of your body. Of sliding them through your now-damp folds.

You could distantly hear yourself, sighing in pleased gasps at the touch that was yours, but also not-yours.

Druig felt himself harden as he knelt before you, over you. He had dreamt of you nearly every night for centuries. He wouldn't let slip the opportunity to touch you, to make his dreams a reality.

That he could make yourself touch you in all the ways he had dreamt … that you wanted him to. He could feel, hear your assent, pleasant in your thoughts.

He watched and dictated as you slid a finger inside of yourself, swearing he could feel the warmth of your core as it registered in your own mind at your touch, as you teased your own body. First one finger, then another, slick building. Swearing that he could register the heat climbing through you, as though it was his own, as you fucked yourself on your own fingers, hips rolling to meet your touch.

“Feel your way,” Druig coaxed, his hands sliding along your thighs.

A keening moan tore it's way through you at his words. When had your other hand cupped your breast? The rolling of your nipple by your teasing, plucking fingertips was like kindling to the fire building within you.

Was it your own idea, or was it Druig's, that had you withdrawing your fingers from your center, sliding the wetness gathered there along Druig's length, and pumping him slowly as he leaned over you. Overwhelming your senses.

Your touch on his body. The taste of his kisses in your mouth. The sound of his groans in your ears. His thoughts melding with yours in a pleasant, burgundy haze that tasted vaguely warm and metallic.

Druig's touch replaced yours along your own body as he allowed you to continue toying with his. Willing you to touch him as he liked best, while he made to kiss you again, his fingers slipping down to glide through your soaked, heated folds before swirling over your clit.

The heat in the room continued to climb as Druig played and plucked at your body. His grip on your mind began to slip as your collective pleasure climbed. You were coming back into your own mind, your own body as you were simultaneously inching closer to unraveling.

Even in his lovemaking, Druig couldn't resist cleverness and irony, it seemed.

You used your newfound faculties to release Druig from your grip, to pull him over you, his body dwarfing yours. To tug him closer, closed, closer to where you wanted him. Druig's fingers continued to toy with you, fingers curling inside of you as his thumb delicately traced and pressed against your clit. You wiggled your hips, desperate for more, wrapping your legs once more around Druig's tapered waist.

"Please," you gasped, eyes locked with his molten ones, swirling like melting ice in the heat of your passion.

You gripped Druig's arms, scratching at his shoulders, his biceps, his back, everything you could reach as you felt yourself inching ever-closer to your peak.

Druig could feel that you were getting closer at his hands. Could feel the way you clenched. The way you throbbed around his fingers. Could feel the ache in your body as he toyed with it, and with your mind. The way you bucked your hips into his hands.

"Will you tell me what you want, my little hunter?" Druig teased from his position stop you, leaning into your space to whisper hotly into your ear. "I'll do what you ask," he parroted your words from earlier.

"Please, Dru, w-want this -- w-want you," you whimpered, a broken moan cracking it's way through the end of your plea at a particularly, deliciously cruel curl of Druig's fingers inside of you.

"Of course, love," his tone would have been cruel, would have been mocking, if you hadn't known that was all part of his little game. You rolled your hips again at his tone, willing him to do something now.

Even if he wasn't capable of reading your thoughts, the intention would have been enough.

Druig slid his fingers from your core, causing you to emit another broken whine, this time at the loss.

Quick as a flash, he lightly swatted your thigh.

You yelped, meeting his haughty eyes with a glare of your own.

"Don't be insolent, hunter," Druig rumbled, inclining to press his front to yours more fully, bringing a hand to your throat and pressing lightly along it's column as he hissed into your ear, "Little girls who whine don't get what they want. I won’t help the ache you feel if you aren’t nice."

"Please, my love," you urged again, sweetly, sweetly.

Druig chuckled darkly, nodding as he lined himself up with your center, hand still wrapped loosely around your throat as he surged into you.

And oh. The throbbing emptiness you had felt without him was almost worth it if it meant you could feel so full, so whole, now.

You gasped into Druig's mouth, pleased with the groan he emitted in turn at being once more inside of you. Ever-haughty.

He met your lips with a nipping bite as he began to thrust into you, your hips rocking to meet him in kind. At this rate you were certain your lips and throat would feel the sting of his teeth, of his grip, for days. A blooming feeling rushed through you at the thought, the flickers blending into your pleasure.

Everything was swirling. White, fogged glass like looking out at a winter snowstorm. Blinding, stark pleasure building within you both.

"Missed you, Selene," Druig whimpered, his moans becoming slurred as he rocked harder, rougher into you. His needs outweighing the control he prided himself on.

Druig relinquished his grip on your throat to rub once more at your clit.

You knew Druig wouldn't last much longer if the cadence of his thrusts, his gasps, was any indication. You had wanted to take more time to mark him, to make him yours. A swath of purpling blooms growing along the expanse of Druig’s pale skin beneath your lips, blossoming beneath your attentions in equal parts pleasure and pain as you toyed with him in perpetuity.

The thought was enough to spur you forward, ever-closer to your peak. You settled for gripping, scratching at Druig's back, causing him to groan. Your touch on his body, your hands -- so very wanted.

Your orgasm washed over you at a particularly clever thrum of Druig's fingers, rolling your hips against him to ride out your high, clenching and releasing as Druig followed after you with a drawn-out groan.

You took in the sight of your beloved, delightfully open and so removed from his usually stoic demeanor in moments like this. Just as you remembered. He was panting lightly, skin flushed and lightly glistening with the sweat from your encounter, eyes starry and far-seeing.

He was beautiful. Like this, yes. But ever-so. And he was yours.

You pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of Druig's mouth as he withdrew from you, the two of you in no hurry to disentangle, but gently righting yourselves.

"I missed you too, my love," you said softly, trailing your fingers over the peak of his cheekbone. "I don't wish to be parted from you."

You don't know how long the two of you lay together, enjoying the feeling of the other's body pressed into them, of even and serene breathing. Perhaps the two of you had even drifted off, dreaming of the promise of a true eternity together.

When you were ready to emerge, the two of you had dressed, orienting yourselves before going to find the others. Druig had arranged his jacket once more over his shoulders. He crossed the room to you, standing over you and pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and once more allowing himself to feel your presence alongside his.

You leaned into his touch. Allowing yourself to greedily bask in this moment. No matter how many moments your long life had graced you with, few had carried this magnitude. Few had made you feel as safe, as wanted, as you did with the man before you know.

"I love you, Druig," you speak plainly, firmly. No quaver of doubt in your voice.

At that, Druig broke from you softly. Digging into the pocket of his leather jacket for the gift from before, shoulders flexing beneath the fabric as he withdrew his hand from the pocket.

His palm upturned, revealing the gift he had been keeping for you for centuries. In the hopes that he might see you again to give it to you.

“You mean more to me than their silver and gold. But if this is how I can show my love on this planet, I'll do it."

With that, Druig slid a delicate rose gold band onto your finger, causing you to smile warmly at him, at the symbol of his eternal bond to you.

“I wonder who invented this as a gesture of devotion,” you had mused.

The memory, which had taken place in this very room, clearly prominent between the two of you. The symbol, reminiscent.

“It is beautiful, Dru. But you know I don’t need objects to reflect or accept your love,” you affirmed. “It is enough to be with you. By your side. To receive your warmth.”

With that, you slid your arms across Druig’s shoulders, divesting him of the leather jacket so quickly he would have thought he had imagined it had it not been for the cool air biting the now-bare skin of his arms.

“So much for not needing an object,” Druig chuckled, bumping his shoulder into yours.

You slipped Druig’s jacket over your shoulders, Druig’s body heat soaking into your skin like the radiance of the sun through the silky lining of the jacket, the zippers at the cuffs clinking as you adjusted the garment to your form.

“What?” You shrugged at Druig’s look of mild surprise. “I said I’d like your warmth. What are you going to do? Fight me for it?” You challenged, arching your brow at him as a golden arrow weaved its way between your fingers, tapping it against Druig’s thigh in playful, mock-warning.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, mo shíorghrá,” Druig chuckled. “Keep it. ‘T looks better on you anyway.” He slid a companionable arm over your shoulders as the two of you made to leave the room and find the others.

“We can agree to disagree on that, but I’ll hang onto the jacket until a quorum is reached,” you teased, bumping your hip against Druig’s as you walked in tandem down the hall of the Domo toward Phastos’ lab where you could hear Makkari sorting through a pile of what sounded like books.

“Benevolent of you, really,” Druig pressed a kiss into your cheek, brushing his nose across the prominent bone there. “Suppose we have time to decide.”

As you made your way into the cool light of the lab, Makkari greeted you, placing her warm hands in yours. You wrapped your arms around her, delighted in your reunion now that you all could breathe and enjoy one another’s company again, departing on another adventure. Together.

The next thread warping its way through the loom of your lives. To and fro, to and fro. Together you remain, body and soul.

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Druig Masterlist

Here is a page entirely made up of my work involving my favorite Eternal: Druig!

It's filled with oneshots, series, and my OG story called Light My Love! I will also add the Melody Series here as well :)

Please enjoy, and don't be afraid to send over requests or prompts for me to dive into with Druig:

*The Divider and Banner art is beautiful created by @firefly-graphics*

Calling - Fluff and a hint of smut

Don't Let Me Go = Angst and Fluff

Our Di (Drukkari X Reader) - Fluff and a hint of Angst

Soothe = Angst and Fluff

Take the Leap = Mostly Fluff

Milo = Angst

NSFW:

Goddess

Speechless

Ignite

Blossom

Dandelion Wine Series 🌼

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder Series

Sparrow Series

Paradise 🌺 Series

Darling Astrid Series

Light My Love 🌌 (OG Series)

Druig, Clío and Melody Series 🌹

A Longing Heart - Angst and Fluff

Beautiful Soul - Angst and Fluff

Boo! - Fluff

Burden - Angst

Decompress - Angst and Fluff

Defender - Angst and Fluff

Healer - Mostly angst with a hint of fluff

Just You - Mostly Angst with Fluff in the end

Kaleidoscope Eyes - Fluff

One on One - Mostly Angst but with Fluff

Only For You - Angst and Fluff mixed together

Shining Armor - Fluff

You? A Bore? - Angst and Fluff

Will You? -Angst with Mostly Fluff

Tangled - Smut (18+)

Soft - fluff

My requests are open for any requests, prompts, or ideas for Druig! Enjoy:)

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lovelyfanatical · 7 months

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 9.3

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I'm back with the next installment! If you need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my Table of Contents here. Last time, Druig and Phastos had a heart-to-heart, but will Druig actually take his advice? Find out now, on the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Even with just four of them left, filming days were still quite long. That meant Druig didn't have time to talk to Makkari before dinner. Nevertheless, he was determined to keep things light with the group. Luckily, they were all on the same page after lunch.

Kingo joined them once again, saying they clearly needed him to spice up their conversation. Druig made him schedule an alarm for when to leave this time so Makkari wouldn't have to give up her room again. Despite this, he was glad Kingo was there. Their group had dwindled so much, and, to his surprise, Druig missed the larger gatherings they'd been having. With Kingo there, the room felt just a bit cozier.

Gil had graciously volunteered to host this week. He also made sure to steer the conversation away from the competition as much as possible, for which Druig was endlessly thankful. Unfortunately, their love lives were still very much on the table.

"You already know all about me and Thena. I've got nothing else to add," Gil explained when Kingo tried to pry.

"You've already dismissed me and my husband, so I've got nothing, too," Phastos added.

"Yes, and again, I meant no offense," Kingo replied.

"Offense still taken."

"So that just leaves…" Kingo trailed off as his gaze fell on Druig and Makkari. Gil looked at them expectantly, too, while Phastos seemed like he was holding in a deep breath as his eyes went to Druig.

"Don't look at me," Druig deadpanned to all of them.

You already know I have nothing new to report, Makkari retorted. What about you, Kingo?

Kingo clutched his imaginary pearls as he replied, "Makkari! You really think I'd hold out on you after nine weeks? And actually, I was wondering if you've heard from Sersi lately."

I told you everything I know about Sersi and Dane.

"Yeah, but next week, Ikaris will be back, too. Has she said anything about seeing him again?"

At this, Phastos' ears perked up. Druig saw the tension drain from Phastos' body as the conversation steered away from Druig and Makkari. Thankfully, Makkari didn't seem to notice.

"What's this about Ikaris and Sersi?" he asked.

Kingo beamed as he answered, "I'm so glad you asked."

He quickly recapped the Sersi situation for Phastos, with Makkari chiming in often to correct Kingo, particularly when it came to who found out what.

"Wow, Ben's gonna want to hear all of this," Phastos said once they'd finished.

"Anyway, back to my question! Makkari, has Sersi mentioned anything about seeing Ikaris again?" Kingo asked.

She hasn't, but I can't imagine it hasn't crossed her mind, she replied. You think I should ask?

"Oof, if she's not bringing it up, then that might make her more nervous."

"At least she doesn't have to worry about baking," Druig added. "Although, sometimes worrying about something first makes the real thing better by comparison."

Druig has a point. Maybe she'll be better off if she gets the nerves out first, Makkari suggested.

"Or you could psych her out. If Sersi doesn't bring it up first, I would leave it alone," Kingo asserted.

"Did I hear that right? It sounded like Kingo was opting not to interfere in someone else's love life," Druig teased.

"Hey, I can have restraint when I need to!" Kingo said defensively.

"We should've started hanging out with you guys sooner. This is like The Bachelorette in real life," Gil interjected, eliciting smiles and laughter from the rest of the table.

As they left Gil's room, Kingo hurried off back to his hotel, bidding them all a quick goodnight. Phastos said goodnight and looked pointedly at Druig. Druig gave him a quick nod, and the other man grinned subtly as he hurried off to his own room. Druig and Makkari were left standing in the hallway alone.

Walk me back to my room? she asked him.

Of course, he answered.

They walked in silence for about twenty feet before Makkari turned to him to say, Are we okay?

Druig's feet stopped so short, he nearly fell over.

Yeah, we're okay. Why do you ask?

Because you were a mess today and you haven't looked me in the eye since this morning. She took a step closer to him before she continued, Is this still about last week?

Makkari was standing quite close to him now, making it impossible for Druig to look anywhere but her face. Her eyebrows were drawn together in concern, and he could practically feel the hurt in her eyes. The thought that he was the one to cause it was almost too much to bear. Phastos' plea from earlier echoed in his mind. Druig took a deep breath before he answered.

It is, but it's not anything you did. I promise, he said. Her eyes softened a bit, so he continued. You said we should forget about it, and you're right. It's just taking me a bit longer than expected. I've been so stuck in my own head. This whole week, I thought I screwed things up between us and that you'd be furious with me. And I felt awful because even if we haven't known each other that long, you're the best friend I've made in a long time. I didn't want to lose you. And even when we cleared things up, I just couldn't stop thinking about… all of that.

Once he stopped talking, Makkari quickly pulled him into a hug. After a moment, he hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She then pulled away to say, Of course you're not losing me. You're the best friend I've made in a while, too. I really don't know how I would've made it this far without you.

You would've made it to the final on your own. You're too good not to, Druig insisted. I'm the one who wouldn't have gotten this far without you.

Watch it. You're insulting my best friend, Makkari responded, her eyes narrowing slightly. Druig couldn't help but grin at her.

Hey, whatever happens tomorrow, I'm just happy that I got to meet you, he said.

Me too.

Druig initiated the hug this time, which Makkari eagerly reciprocated.

So Druig does follow Phastos's advice... sort of. Anyway, hope you enjoyed that mini-installment! As usual, since the next one is the end of the chapter, it'll drop on AO3 before I post it here!

Part 33

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