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imagine-it · 2 years

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“A GOOD NIGHT WITH A GOOD BOY”

SYNOPSIS:

Druig had that proud pose and all-too-familiar unshakable expression since you seeing each other for the first. You used to find him boring for that, though also intriguing. He was difficult to deal and almost impossible to live with at times. But sometimes he also was the sweetest guy on earth. And for you, now he's the best friend you could ever had in your entire life. Also, he can be such a good boy. Even if Druig isn't good for your head and heart, even if he's always unbearably bossy and incisive, you discovered the different shades of him... The shades he shows only when he's with you.

CONTENT: switch!Druig x switch!Reader, eternal!Reader, fem!Reader; a lot of smut and explicit words, a lil bit of degrading kink, a lil bit of praise kink; a lot of fluff and sentimentalism. All content is consensual!!

I'm thinking abt make it a "shortfic" imagine with lot of stories abt how Druig and the reader became friends and then become a couple. Please tell me if u like the idea! <3

This should've be Druig sub till the end, but I couldn't control myself jsgwisgdidv!! And that Switch!Druig au just drove me crazy 😳... y'know, wish I could be the reader 😳

Don't dare read if you're a minor and go do your homework. Sensitive and adult content bellow. You've been warned! :)

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"Look at me." you ordered, grabbing those brown strands between your fingers.

Looking at him through the mask of pride and hate, you found a lonely and sensitive man. He was unexpectedly affectionate and submissive. At least when he was with you.

And in that moment, Druig's eyes were begging for any attention you could give him.

He looked like he was about to cry as he begged for you. "Please..." The blue eyes glued to yours and the mouth so pretty let the sweet voice sound. "Please kiss me." he begged, moaning your name at the end.

Your right foot did a great job on stimulating the wet member under the thin fabric. And with both arms tied, Druig couldn't do anything but heed your orders and beg like a dog — and it wasn't like he wanted to resist all that.

A mischievous smile graced your lips and biting the lower one for a second, you pondered whether you should really spoil him right now.

And you decided yes. "You were a good boy, Druig." Yes, he was a good boy. And yes, he deserve a kiss. A long, wet one, more delicious than anything in the world. But not now.

"So needy." You teased him, earning a gasp in response.

Ur hands traveled a slow path from his neck to Druig's hard cock, teasing him until he couldn't anymore. Your lips were too busy with his exposed skin to say anything at that moment. And suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind as you heard him moan and plead so sweetly once more.

"Kiss Me." He insisted.

And you denied. "Not yet." Druig trembled.

Ending all contact for a brief second, you laid that man's strong body on the bed, stripping him of all unnecessary clothes for the moment.

The sight of a naked, panting, flushed Druig hit you hard. Knowing that only you could see and fuck him like this. It was like you could come just from that.

Savoring a unique image, you sat on your man's uplifted cock to tease him as you undressed yourself. And the Eternal's watchful eyes sent a shiver down ur spine and a twinge in the pit of your stomach. Fuck... He always made you feel like the most wonderful, sexiest woman in the world.

And without taking your eyes off his, you ran your hand over your skin, playing with the thin, almost transparent lingerie strap. Gradually you withdrew it piece by piece, making sure not to move an inch on his cock.

You enjoy torturing him as much as you enjoy having him inside you.

Completely naked, you returned to the starting position, laying your body on top of him.

Druig's blue eyes never left your breasts, so full and delicious. So ready for him. The sensitive, erect nipples that seemed to beg for the Eternal's experienced mouth. Only he himself could know how much he loves every part of your body, but this one in particular... Ah, he had some fetish in having you in his arms while he savored every part of your chest.

"Druig, dear..." You whispered, snapping him out of his impure fantasies. Kissing his slightly flushed cheeks next.

And sliding your palm over his uncovered abdomen, teasing him with your nails, you went down a little further, finally feeling the bulging veins and the typical heat of that man's arousal.

Druig was so hard. So deliciously ready to enter you and let you fuck yourself on top of him.

But again, it wasn't time yet. "Be a good boy." You encouraged by sensing how impatient he was.

Making a point of facing the blue expanse in front of you, you brushed your body against his as you caressed the damp head of his throbbing cock.

A long gasp left Druig's swollen red mouth. He bit his lip and arched his body as you circled such a sensitive place, pressing hard enough and taking him from heaven to hell in a second when you stopped, testing the limits of his patience. "More." He asked. But it seemed a little too bossy for you.

"Ask right and maybe I'll do it." You whispered roughly against his ear.

"Please give me more!" He uttered it loud and desperate. It made you completely lose your mind.

He wanted you so much. To feel you, to have any part of you. Touch you.

And that was so genuine. Druig can be so fucking provocative and he knew it.

In one second, both breaths became one as you brought your face closer to the Eternal, "I'll give you what you want, m'love." and so you feel the mouths rubbing of as you talk, just to teasing him.

The clash of lips then was initiated by him, who couldn't stand being so far away from you anymore. And responding as eagerly as you were received, you explored every corner you could, savoring the wetness and softness of that tongue. Tangled together and nibbling on Druig's bottom lip afterwards, your kiss came and went, your tongue reaching the roof of that man's mouth, who had a sensitive spot on every part of his body — and you knew them all.

Your hand went back to working his hard cock and the fingers that slid curiously over the hard wet length of his hard-on made you moan through the Eternal's skillful mouth, imagining everything inside, pulsing hard as you fucked like crazy.

Imagining the two of you as one.

"Enter my mind, Druig."

And he did. He could access every one of your fantasies at that moment. And that alone made him pulse even harder against your experienced palm.

"You liked it?"

He nodded, dragging out a humm because he just didn't have the words for how excited he was at that moment.

And letting it all go up in the air, you kissed him one last time before rising fully onto the bed and giving Druig the insider's view of just how wet you were.

Clutching your own arousal between your fingers, you teased him then, "I'm dripping for you, Druig." and his name sounded like a melody coming out of your mouth.

Fingers wet with your own arousal found your lover's crimson lips, who instinctively opened his mouth at the typical scent, which he particularly adored. Especially when he was between your legs, driving you crazy for him with his tongue.

"You want more?"

And no response was needed. You just sat against that guy's handsome face. He had his mouth open and tongue out, begging for it without words.

You could feel yourself instantly losing your mind as Druig tasted every part of your wet pussy with devotion.

His tongue traveled a delicious path between your entrance and lips and he knew very well what he was doing. It was tough, it was good. He was so fucking skilled at that and everything he did to you.

Suddenly the thought that he would have done this to others irritated you, but you just didn't want to spoil the moment. Because now the only one making him beg to be tamed was you.

And dispelling any other worries, his voice rang in your head. "It has always been you."

And it was impossible not to moan at that, in addition to the continuous stimulation in your sensitive parts.

Could you be luckier? What a wonderful man, you thought. And you was sure he was blushing, because he could read everything in your head thanks to your order from earlier.

"You like to be complimented, don't you?" Stroking the Eternal's sweat-soaked strands, you continued. "What a nice boy. You suck so good." Your voice didn't sound as good as it used to, thanks to the man who made you lose your composure.

Gasping louder as his nose brushed your clit nonstop, you thought you'd never been so grateful for a man with a big nose in your entire life.

And listening impatiently, Druig decided to drop the game for a moment and untie his own arms, taking your ass in a strong grip between his hands to guide the rhythm of your hips that rolled over his face.

"Fuck…" You cursed, feeling him suckle your clit and press his tongue there. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it. He gave everything to give you pleasure. And you went crazy when you touched the wet cock, discovering that Druig had already come just by having you squirming in his face and was already as hard as ever again.

And you were so close to that too. From feel an indescribable pleasure. Every time it felt like a new sensation, how he made you reach ecstasy in different ways. The way this man never let you down... Unbelievable good at everything, god. You're losing your mind, losing every drop of control you had.

This time, the impatient was you.

"Stop it." You uttered, positioning your body next to his.

"Sit down." One more order.

Druig knew you were as crazy as he was, but he wasn't allowed to say so.

And sitting against your man's delicious cock, now completely naked, you whispered bossy to him, "Fuck me."

Druig smiled, not hesitating for a moment as he gripped ur ass tightly and guided the hard cock to your wet entrance with his free hand, thrusting everything inside at once.

The wet sound echoed throughout the room and it brought even more excitement to you. He would go in and out slowly, teasing you and making you feel every inch throb against your warm walls.

"So fucking hot. Damn." He groaned, laying his head between ur neck and shoulder as he thrust in and out. "So tight." Druig couldn't help himself. He was as mad as he'd ever been before. The urge to make you moan and ask for him the rest of the night remained as strong as ever, even though he was doing it right now.

"Druig!" You whimpered, your legs weak as he hit a steady rhythm against your sensitive spot. "Druig, ah..." Your head fell back and breasts were completely exposed as you arched your back, scratching at his shoulders, already completely lost.

He made sure to take one of your erect nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling with pleasure, as he always did. Then he trailed kisses and hickeys both of your breasts, licking and wetting you all over as he squeezed every reachable inch of your skin.

Druig laid your body down on the bed then, getting on top and lifting one of ur legs as he gripped the thick flesh of your thighs, going deeper after.

A scream left your throat and you instinctively covered your mouth. Perhaps the entire building had heard that embarrassing sound. Maybe you liked it more than you should do.

"Dru-Druig..." You stuttered, asking him to look into your eyes.

Druig was busy watching his cock disappear between your warm and tight pussy, listening to the teasing sounds as you moaned his name. It was the perfect match.

But still, he preferred to look into ur eyes, lacing his free hand against yours.

"Do that."

And at that moment, something snapped in his head.

"That what?" He was almost wicked. And maybe you switched roles for a second.

"Fuck me from behind with yours fingers." It was a little embarrassing to admit, even though knew there was nothing wrong with that. But since he fucked you in both entrances, you've never felt the same way when he fucked just one of them. It was still good, but that... Ah, that drive you crazy.

And he knew it well. But you also knew you needed to prepare above all else, because he's sweet and just want you to feel pleasure.

"On all fours." You complied right away.

At this point, the roles were switched.

Now he commanded and you obeyed. Because he knew what was best for you.

With your breasts against the soft sheet and your buttocks high for Druig, you closed your eyes anxiously.

His hot breath hit your still dripping pussy and in that moment you could feel him so close without even seeing.

First, the tongue deftly traced a teasing path from the clitoris to the top of the cox, returning to circle the hole moistened by it. So Druig pressed his tongue, feeling the folds force the muscle out as he pressed his left hand to your ass, making room for his mouth to drop between the thick flesh of ur ass. With his free hand, he caressed your inner thighs and moved up slowly, leaving a smack on your pussy, only to trace ur clit with his fingertip afterwards.

He continued to stimulate you to the maximum, interspersing his mouth between both your entrances so that you relaxed and allowed at least one finger inside. Druig was patient as ever, not only because he loved doing it, but also because he was careful with you.

And hearing your moans and gasps stimulated him even more, that he was trying not to lose his mind and come back to fuck you at any moment.

When he felt you were ready enough, one of his fingers took the place of the deft tongue, which now penetrated your pussy without pity, feeling you totally relaxed.

And without warning, Druig dug his wet finger with your arousal against the hot and tight hole on ur ass.

Knowing that you were completely prepared for him drove him crazy all over again.

He could feel you losing strength at that very moment. Legs shook and you fell, feeling his tongue slip out of your pussy while that finger was still inside you.

He loved it even more when seeing you like this. Simply because he loves who you are, no matter the moment. Because he loves having sex with you, no matter the roles and even without it.

The image that filled Druig's eyes had his cock hooking hard, begging to enter you again.

And you asked for it when you exposed yourself to him, lifting your ass once more with what little strength you had and crying out for that cock while showing your pussy with one hand.

You felt yourself dripping between your phalanges and thighs, then groaned at it. Druig's finger remained motionless, but damn, it was more than enough to drive you crazy, considering how sensitive you already were.

And it all got worse — or better — when he entered you again, slowly filling every inch of your tight interior with a warm thick cock as moving one finger into ur hole in the meantime, in the same rhythm.

Then, you just closed your eyes, seeing stars. It seemed impossible, but you were just as wet in the back as you were in the front. And he made a point of wet you even more, all the time.

"Are you enjoying it?" Druig asked something obvious that you wouldn't mind answering if it was any other time, cuz he knew that yes, you were loving it. But you just wanted to show a little bit of how horny he makes you feel. You wanted to make him proud.

And then, you let every possible sound come out of ur mouth, no matter how embarrassing it was. Because you know Druig will love this.

"It's so damn good." You whispered, barely making yourself heard.

The voice failed, the body sagged and the eyes could barely stay open. The pleasure was so much, almost intoxicating. And Druig didn't need to use his powers for that, because he always made you feel that way. All he did was listen to your head, the dirty noises that came out of it and ended up in your mouth afterwards.

Nothing pleased him more than that. No need to spoke loudly between the two of you, even if he wasn't reading ur mind. Because Druig know every piece of you. He know what you like and what want. And it was always like this since you meet each other. Just like soulmates.

But again, you just wanted to say cuz you know he likes to listen.

"M'love..." The affectionate nickname reached the Eternal's ears like honey. And he could feel how everything was gradually getting blurred in the environment. Everything but you and your voice. "More. Give me more."

And he did. The Eternal gave it his all as he once again switched positions and you felt him lift ur hips to taste that dripping pussy once more. Now, you're facing this hard and wet dick while he tease you more.

Druig smelled you, rubbing both his nose and tongue on all your extension while pressing with the right hand your waist and the left your ass against the face. So you cannot leave his grip.

He watched how red and a little swollen that juicy pussy were from the constant stimulation. And touching it with his tongue again, Druig could feel your flesh tremble and pulse against the warm muscle. He licked from start to finish next, collecting your pleasure in mouth, so he slipped his face once more in your butt, wetting the hole that throb pleasantly for him.

A slurred, tearful groan sounded and this proved you can't take it anymore. You're so close to finished. "Please, Druig. Please." You begged, dying to explode in your man's mouth. "Make me come. Please."

He listened, sucking on ur clit and playing with his tongue on you, sinking his ring finger into your tight little ass mercilessly as he watched your entire body quiver with ecstasy.

Druig finished penetrating your pussy with his tongue and this stimulate even more his hard-on. He swallowed every drop of your juicy liquid, savoring it as if it were the most delicious food ever. He mumbled a moan as he ate you, devotee for every inch of you. "Good, princess." And then he watched with a satisfied smile you fall again from the ecstasy.

Smiling back, half groggy with pleasure, you called out to him softly. "Druig."

"Yes, m'love?" He replied, laying you facing him on the bed. Then your chest rose and fell in a breath of air as you felt him enter your sensitive pussy again, caressing your clit too.

"I know very well what you want. No words needed." He said, also between groans.

The truth is, Druig is as sensitive as you are right now. He had no idea how he could last so long while stimulate you before. "Cum with me, m'love."

He swore he'd come just by enter you, but he could still hold back more.

He wanted to make you squirt, to fuck you again, hot and hard, just like you imagined when you called his name. "You're just like bitch, darling." He murmured next to you, then continued, testing your patience, teasing you even more while rubbing your swallowed clit whit a finger. "So satisfied with my hard dick filling your tight little pussy." And then more.

"For fucks sake." You don't need to tell that all the dirty talk made you even wetter. Because it did. And he knows it.

And he grinned mischievously as he watched ur body, fixated on the image of a completely messy version of you in that moment. "You're only mine, right, m'love?"

So you nodded, incapable to let go a single word. In this very moment, you're a mixture of moans and deep breath. You're just squeezing the sheets while being fucked by the hottest man in the entire universe. Your own man. Druig. And you can't take this much more, but you want.

Grabbing one of your breasts, he watched you arch again when he played with your sensitive nipple. "Cum for me." He said, calling ur name between a hoarse groan.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" You cursed sequentially as he came in and out of you. Druig slip again out slow and then put it in hard. Cuz he knew that rhythm made you horny.

The body trembled with each thrust and the jolts of pleasure enveloped your every molecule. You were completely shivering and when you felt that unparalleled sensation, Druig smothered your scream with a kiss. He also came when your walls tightened him tightly, his cock still moving nonstop inside you. And then he stimulated ur clit again with his thumb, prolonging the delicious sensation of squirting.

You couldn't say anything. Nothing but moan and make sounds you'd never heard yourself make in your entire life. All being drowned out by the avid kiss Druig had given you. Nothing but feel the thight grip on your messy hair between his fingers, pressing your mouth against his, so there's no space left to fill. You were connected like never before. Linked with each other.

Gradually, the rhythm of the thrusts slowed and you felt him leave as he watched the white liquid be expelled by the incessant pulsation of your pussy.

He enjoyed it so much, just like you do. So hot and hard, getting everything inside. An inexplicable feeling.

Then you beheld how his eyes were riveted on your figure. The way he deliciously thrust two fingers in this time, pulling his own cum out of you and then putting it back in. He looked mesmerized. "Can't believe you swallowed every drop of my cum with this tight pussy, m'love."

When he get satisfied with this, Druig twisted your nipple between that two fingers, rubbing one hand against your other breast and enjoying that squish hot feeling on the skin of his palm. He starts brushing the head of his wet cock against you, slipped it over your clit and overstimulating all your senses.

Druig contemplated your face full of pleasure and dirty sounds leaving ur red lips during all that. He thinked of how lucky he is just by know you.

The Eternal took advantage of a wonderful sight until you completely finished coming for him.

"Druig!" You begged his name one last time. "Yes..." And sighed wearily.

Finally your body could rest. The tingling slowly passing as you caught your breath and your awareness of the space that had been lost between so much pleasure.

A shock hit you when you heard Druig's voice whisper in amusement next your ear. "You liked it?" This time, he did it on purpose.

You chuckled, knowing all too well what he was like. "You already know the answer, idiot."

"Ow... You didn't really mean that, did you, my love?" He kept playing as he pouted, whimpering in your ears.

With what little strength left, you turned around, meeting once again the blue expanse of your lover's eyes.

Approaching him in an awkward hug, you let your left-hander relax on one of his fluffy cheeks, staring at him for a while.

"I love you." You said. "I love you so much, Idiot." And now said it completely, grinning.

You could watch his eyes widen, because you weren't much for saying that. Seriously, he could count on his fingers and maybe he only needed two of them. Although now he'll needs three.

It didn't take long for him to break into a gigantic, sweet smile. His dimple appeared and then crossed your mind that it should be illegal how cute and sexy this man could be at the same time.

Druig was so silly... You knew, you always knew he was madly in love with you. And you felt so lucky cuz y'know he such a good boy for the ones he cares about. And this is you.

"I love you too." He said between a sigh, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and enjoying the other's presence in silence. Feeling both breaths against your face and stroking your hair or waist.

You both thought the same thing at that moment: how much you love times like this. Simply nothing and everything at the same time.

And when he told you once again how much he loves you and how you mean everything to him, you thought you lose.

There really is no turning back now. You felt in that moment that you would never stop loving that man. That for some reason made you happy and terrified at the same time.

Your world would crumble without him.

Druig sealed your lips tenderly, then said. "You're my world and home."

And so, one of the best nights of their eternal lives ended between silly smiles and a deep sleep, cuddling after a long and hot shower together.

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giogiorabbit · 2 years

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I just think that Barry Keoghan ……..

Could do anything to me

#barry keoghan #druig #mcu #eternals #druig eternals #makkari and druig #chernobyl #dunkirk #druig x makkari #makkari #marvel #the killing of a sacred deer #the batman #druig oneshot

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 10 months

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Everything Is Possible Now

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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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hepbaestus · 2 years

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Fading into the Shadows snippets

Here are some random sentences/small phrases from what's written so far;

"No one could match their love.”

"Zinnia's were their favourite flower."

It had all our secrets.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, beautiful?"

even though they knew it'd be almost impossible to die.

Confusion spread across Druig's face.

she was idealising them almost too much.

I tried to get a range of phrases from random points in the fic that sound pretty ambiguous. I'd like to hear what you thoughts are on the fic; what it might be and stuff like that.

Taglist:

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eternalslover · 2 years

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YO WRITERS OF TUMBLR

WHERE DID ALL THE ETERNALS CONTENT GO 😭😭😭

PLEASE I NEED MORE OF IT

KINGO, SERSI, MAKKARI, DRUIG ECT

PLEASEE

AND IDEC WHAT YOU WRITE

I.E. FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST, DRABBLES, HEADCANONS, ONESHOTS ECT

I AM LIVING OFF OF CRUMBS AT THE MOMENT

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Hello, I'm a big fan of Thenamesh and your work. Your stories are so good I'm literally devouring them. A few days ago i had one of those so called "shower thoughts". A scenario where Thena is obsessive and acts like a dog defending it's territory. (It's Gilgamesh of course. He came back after the Emergence, back from the dead like I've read it in so many fanfictions.)

And the Family tries to deal with it but Thena acts so weird and possessive that they're so afraid and don't even want to go near her or Gilgamesh. I tried to write it but it doesn't work. Lack of inspiration. So i wanted to share it with you. If you want you can use it for a OneShot or a Story on AO3.

Ps: you may know me as "Hornysse", sneaking around in the comments of your stories on AO3

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"Shit, really?" Kingo looked over his shoulder to Sersi and Sprite and then towards the kitchen again. "But I'm hungry."

Sersi gave him a tight smile. "If you're feeling brave, then go for it."

No one was brave enough to risk the wrath of the Goddess of War.

It wasn't that they couldn't understand it. Since returning from the World Forge, loved ones in hand, everyone was feeling fragile. They'd been through an ordeal, it wasn't something they denied.

But maybe it surprised them how Thena in particular had been since getting Gilgamesh back. Which was that she had taken up a level of territorial that was bordering on possessive. She didn't leave his side, didn't let others near him, barely let them near her unless absolutely necessary. And the lack of contact made it even harder than normal to talk with the stoic Eternal.

Gilgamesh was still healing, still regaining his footing in his second round of life. He wasn't in any condition to try and wrangle his fiercest protector. But if Gilgamesh couldn't do it, it really left the question of who could. And the family had yet to find a real answer to that.

"We can't let her go on like this," Druig spoke up from his place beside Makkari, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. Gilgamesh was relearning how to cook for himself first, and his trusty guardian Goddess was by his side, of course. "S'not good for her."

"Would you like to try and talk to her, then?" Sersi gave him a somewhat reproachful look. He clammed up, as she had expected him to. "You're right. But if you have any ideas on what to do about it, then I'm sure we'd love to hear it."

"Can't we just let her," Sprite shrugged her shoulders, rustling her growing auburn hair, "get it out of her system?"

Will she? Makkari asked, looking into the kitchen from her angle. Gil was at the table, taking sips of whatever he'd made. Thena was prowling around behind him, waiting to pounce on whomever would dare to disturb them. Get it out of her system?

"It might get worse before it gets better," Phastos suggested as he returned from his nightly chat with Jack and Ben. "She's got a lot of feelings to sort through--having him back. And that was never a strong suit of hers."

The rest of the family quieted. Phastos was right. It was easy to forget that Thena had a certain fragility under that shell of hers. It wasn't just Mahd Wy'ry, or what they'd all been through together.

Thena and Gil had always been inseparable, since the moment they'd awakened. The first day they ever spent on the planet, each of them could recall the two warriors together, hand in hand, all smiles and camaraderie before they'd established it with anyone else. And that didn't change at all in their thousands of years on the planet together.

They had built a house--an entire life their family had only been able to get a glimpse of in passing.

"I'll talk to her," Druig declared, but was pushed back down into his seat by Kingo.

"Let me try," he said quietly, giving Druig a much softer pat on the shoulder. He raised his hand and waved his fingers by his temple. "She probably doesn't want you rooting around either of their heads."

Druig scoffed at the suggestion that he would, but let Kingo bite the bullet.

Gil looked up as Kingo walked in, smiling. "Hey, Kingo--there's soup, if you want some."

Kingo kept his eyes on Thena, who was measuring exactly how close he could get before he was too close. When he hit that line she leaned off the counter behind Gil and uncrossed her arms. Kingo stilled, keeping his hands in his pockets as a sign of good will. "I'm good, but thanks, buddy."

"Suit yourself," Gil continued on, all but unaware of the tension around him.

"T, how are you feeling?" Kingo asked more directly, watching his sister closely. She really was on high alert, muscles tensed and palms probably burning hot from the energy under her skin.

"Fine."

"Really?" Kingo asks, sliding his foot forward another inch. Thena leaned forward, gripping the back of Gil's chair in one hand. The other remained free. "'Cause we were talking and, uh, we think you seem kinda stressed."

Gilgamesh abandoned his next spoonful of soup and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she repeated, keeping her eyes on Kingo as if they were about to start a standoff any second. "Finish your soup."

Gil furrowed his brows, finally - just now - noticing how tightly wound she was. "Thena?"

"I know you're worried about him, T," Kingo pulled his hands out of his pockets slowly, raising them with his fingers splayed and his palms turned towards her. "But we're family, okay? You can relax, you know that."

It was a bold claim for him to say it so factually. Thena was practically growling at him.

Gilgamesh looked between the two Fighters. Kingo didn't move a muscle. Thena was still tense behind him. Gil pushed his seat back, with none of the fear that Kingo - and apparently the rest of the family - had about spooking the Warrior Eternal.

Thena watched Gil's every move, as if looking for a crack that would make him shatter in the air before her eyes.

"Hey," he said softly as he stood, moving so he could take her vision away from Kingo completely. His hand raised up to hers gently, and the golden glow of her temper waned. "What's wrong?"

Thena's eyes searched over him, looking at every little tiny detail. But she also looked far away, like she was experiencing everything in a dream.

Gil caught her eyes drifting to Kingo, who was trying to slide out of the room again without incident. He tilted her chin back to him. "Just you and me."

Thena's placid mask slipped, just enough for him to see how the words struck a painful and familiar chord with her.

"You've been taking care of me since I woke up," he attempted a smile, trying to bring hers out with it. But she wasn't there yet, so he slid their fingers together. It anchored her to him further, encouragingly. "Now talk to me."

Thena's lip twitched. It didn't even manage to full on wobble, but the walls were coming down, they could both feel it. Her other hand trembled its way up to his cheek, touching him as if she would shatter him. "You're here."

"I'm here." He was patient, letting her dictate their course and decide their pace. He would wait as long as he had to.

"You weren't, though."

"I know," he nodded, and his eyes drifted down in an apology of sorts. He had always been so attuned to her; their hearts shared the same rhythm. But there was now part of her that he had never experienced. Part of her had now experienced what it was like to lose him--to live without him. And while he wanted to ease her pain, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to experience it for himself.

"And," Thena continued, her voice starting to unravel. Her throat went tight and tears sprang to her wide, green eyes. She started to shake, but Gil's hands encircled both of hers. Her breath came in short puffs. "What if you're not again."

"But I'm here."

"What if I blink and you're not," she whispered, her hand pressing against his cheek more firmly. "What if I turn my back and you're gone again?"

"But I'm right here."

"What if none of this is real?"

It was the question everyone hated thinking. Thena wasn't cured of Mahd Wy'ry just because they had escaped--just because Gilgamesh was back. Her mind was still wounded from their lifetimes upon lifetimes of memories.

"What if you're not real," she sniffed, her tears running down her cheeks purely because she was too filled up to keep them in anymore.

"But I am." He repeated it again and again, whispering it to her as he wiped her tears off her cheeks and gripped her hands when they started to pulse gold again.

Thena shook her head as he held her cheeks, her chest jumping as she tried to breathe. "My entire world...in the blink of an eye."

"I know," he nodded before pressing their foreheads together. "But Earth is safe, because of y-"

"Not Earth."

Gilgamesh closed his eyes as her head tipped up and she hovered there, neither too close nor too far. He could feel her breath on his lips, and he was sure she could feel the same.

"You," she whispered, and it was a question, an answer, a plea, a promise, a vow--so many things she had never gotten to say the first time around. "I can't do it again. I won't--I won't make it-"

"You don't have to," he rushed out, making his own promise to her. They could both feel how fragile that was as soon as it hit the air. "I...I know I broke that promise before. But...never again. I'm right here, Thena. You and me."

Thena inhaled, breathing in the words he'd said as a promise when they ended up in Australia. She had begged and screamed for him to leave--to not resign himself to her and her burdens and her sickness and her violence. But he had stayed - could never have considered leaving - and said it was them. "You and me."

"You and me," he smiled again, and this time he did get just the slightest hint of a smile from her. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the corner of hers, where the hint of her smile promised more in the future. And he had ever intention of actually seeing out this Eternity to its fullest. "There she is."

She pulled away to look at him, his thumb swiping away the last of her drying tears.

"My Thena," he smiled softly, drinking in the sight of her.

It was such a simple title, but the way her hands gripped his made him want to keep using it, over and over.

She let out her breath slowly and gently as he kissed her cheek with a sense of finality to it. And she uncoiled herself, as much as she was capable in the moment. "They're scared of me."

"Well, you can be pretty scary when you're cranky."

"I am not cranky."

"You can be," he chuckled, feeling more energized just for the easy and familiar rhythm of their exchange. "As much as I appreciate having your protection, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Not with them."

Thena sighed. "I know. But-"

Gil pulled her into his arms more completely, leaning back on the table as he held her and she laid her head on his chest. "I'm all yours. I'm right here."

Two simple little promises, and they screamed his understanding of her very soul. He understood her protectiveness, knew what was driving her to possession. He couldn't fix what had already been done, but he could offer what he could to comfort her in the aftermath. "It'll get easier. It'll get further away. But I'm right here, right now. Nothing is going to shatter that."

Thena unwound a little more in his embrace, breathing out a long held breath. "Fine. They can have some soup."

Gilgamesh just chuckled, relishing the way she buried her face in his chest as he did, as if unable to get enough of it. "You'll let them in the kitchen?--with us?"

Thena nodded silently against him, having been fully satiated by his embrace. "But I'm staying close."

Gil grinned against her soft plume of blonde. "You think I have a problem with that?"

#Thenamesh #Thena #Gilgamesh #Eternals #I hope it's something like what you imagined #thank you so much!#you always have such kind and encouraging words for me #I hope you like it!#Thenamesh AU

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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makkari masterlist

All Makkari fanfics. 18+ only.

Divider ❊ Guidelines ❊ Masterlist ❊ Taglist

Oneshots & Drabbles

Blue - 17/12/22 ~ You don’t feel like you belong in her world. (Makkari x gn!reader)

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abnerkrill · 1 year

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1 & 17 for the fanfic writer asks!!! <3

hiiiii thank you <3

what’s the fic youre most proud of?

i am incredibly proud of the quick & dirty abner x captain boomerang oneshot that really was my initiation into writing PWP and also made me several friends in the suicide squad fandom. yay for friendships forged through fic!

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

SORRY FOREVER to the lovely commenter who left super long, detailed comments on the druig/makkari/ikaris ot3 fic i never finished. that was... yeah. that was super special. i'd never gotten Long Comments before and it just knocked my socks off. much love to commenters who go through their fave lines with reactions. means the world to writers.

deep writer asks

#super-who-dat #ask games

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elenarodriiguez · 22 days

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marvel cinematic universe

oneshots

can't go home | kate bishop x maya lopez

muffled screams | druig x makkari

give in to the chemicals | sharon carter x natasha romanoff

postcard | yelena belova & natasha romanoff

perfume | michelle "mj" jones x peter parker

startle | sharon carter x natasha romanoff

wave | karli morgenthau & sam wilson

moodboards

sugar | wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff

maybe time will not erase me | wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff

#daisy’s masterlists #marvel

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Stars/Stargazing Masterlist

Breathing with the Universe (ao3) - K_Popsicle G, 758

Summary: Bucky watches the stars and Shuri visits.

Cause you’re a sky full of stars (ao3) - 365paperdolls lance/bobbi G, 271

Summary: “The stars are the only constant left in my life.”

Hours after the events of 3x13, Bobbi is reflecting whilst looking at the stars.

cold air and clear skies (ao3) - thedevilchicken bucky/m’baku M, 100

Summary: Bucky takes a trip. M'Baku shows him the sights.

Contemplating and Stargazing (ao3) - tmwillson3 jane/loki G, 2k

Summary: Jane goes back to Puente Antiguo post-blip to make sense of everything, where she meets someone unexpected, someone she thought dead.

Distress Greater Than Men Know (ao3) - Snickfic heimdall/loki T, 3k

Summary: He felt Loki’s searching gaze on him. Heimdall did not meet it. After a time, Loki said, “I was hoping to beg a favor of you.”

As if Loki would ever suffer himself to beg. “A favor,” Heimdall repeated.

“I’ve—lost sight of something. You seem the ideal person to help me find it.”

Everything Still Turns To Gold (ao3) - vyxythepixie loki/tony G, 1k

Summary: Extremely fluffy frostiron oneshot. Tony takes Loki to see the Northern Lights.

how i wonder what you are (ao3) - besidemethewholedamntime leo/jemma T, 3k

Summary: 'He materialises seemingly out of nowhere, silently replacing the stars in front of her, but she’s hardly surprised. They’ve become rather good at finding one another over the years. She waits for questions, for him to voice what’s been on his face all day, but instead he simply drops something on her stomach and says, “you’re old enough to know that you shouldn’t be out here without a jacket.”'

Jemma's first birthday back home. It's a little different but she still has her family, and she still has the stars.

Let Me Hold You for The Rest of My Life (ao3) - UmbrellaForTheRain mantis/nebula G, 624

Summary: Nebula (not really) stargazing alone, only to end up having a company.

like starlight (ao3) - ohjustpeachy sam/bucky G, 776

Summary: "You're an impossible person to surprise, you know that, right?" Bucky asks. "Wish me luck when I'm ready to propose."

That shuts Sam up.

"You—"

"Oh, no that's not what this is," Bucky says. Yet.

Or, Bucky surprises Sam with a stargazing trip upstate.

Looking at the stars, she felt at peace (ao3) - Laevateinn G, 100

Summary: When Darcy went back to school, whenever the pressure got too much, she would watch the stars.

one single thread of gold tied me to you (ao3) - vegetativestate druig/makkari G, 1k

Summary: The smile this dredges up in Druig is brighter and more radiant than anything a Celestial could conjure, and Makkari thinks, there it is. The sun.

So they lie there, on the duvet, under the stars, centuries worth of lost time stitched together as they breathe their own galaxy into existence.

somehow the future starts somewhere deep within our hearts (ao3) - Lilsciencequeen leo/jemma G, 1k

Summary: A night of stargazing leads to something more

Space (ao3) - elizathecat bruce/thor G, 906

Summary: Bruce has had a bad day so he and Thor swap stories about constellations

Stardust (ao3) - amidtheflowers, Sigridhr carol/darcy G, 837

Summary: Under the stars, Carol and Darcy work out where they're going.

Star(k) Gazing (ao3) - whatthepratt steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: In which Steve is blindfolded and dragged helplessly around the tower by Tony. Not as kinky as you’d think.

Star light, eternally bright, please be with me tonight (ao3) - cosmiceverafter druig/makkari T, 2k

Summary: Makkari makes a wish upon a star and hopes Druig will finally make it come true.

Star light Star Bright (ao3) - spottheem steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: After a long week of saving people, it was finally time to give the captain some much needed down time.

Starry night (ao3) - what_a_dork_fish G, 586

Summary: A bit of time away.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #stars #stars masterlist #stargazing #stargazing masterlist #masterlists

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Fleeting (Makkari Oneshot)

Character/s: Makkari

Word Count: 1,430

Tag List: Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @enchantedmemories @writinqss @brithedemonspawn @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @randomfandomimagine @amirahiddleston @diana-westmoon @glitchybrit @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

A/N: It's snowing for the first time and even though that's not exciting at all, it makes my heart so full 💕 Just a lil something because I absolutely love Makkari. She deserves the whole wide world!!! 🥰 Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💖💜

FIC MASTERLIST / TAG LIST

It is said, in your origin story, that you were not two separate beings, but rather one, with two heads, and two hearts, and a single pulse.

A monster, a being that is other-worldly, connected by a greater bond than any human could build. The love of your infinite loves. Never one without the other. A pair inseparable in many ways, but never in heartstrings. Sewn together, your family had always joked, knit as one. Your creator had made a mistake, making two separate bodies to live in. You would have been much more comfortable in one. Your Junebug, your Buttercup, your Peach. She was effortless with her sweetness, her affection. She was the light of your life, the very reminder that there was good in this awful world. Candied kisses, her body pressed against yours, as if you were always meant to be this way, as if you were born with one another in mind. The children of so many years ago would trail behind you, asking you all their favorite questions, innocence in their bright eyes, they have no idea what life might bring. You were jealous of their eagerness, the way they splashed through puddles, the way their smiles grew as the sun kissed their cheeks. How beautiful it could have been, to experience the world for the first time. Again. How beautiful your love must have seemed to them, how delicate and fragile it must have seemed. With their tiny hands, they plucked wildflowers and placed them so easily in her hair, atop her head into a crown. Your princess. Beautiful and pure, she would rule with kindness. The children would bow as she made her way to her royal throne, a place between tall swaying grasses and bundles of flowers, offerings sat around her. It was her smile that made her glow, that made the warmth of the day rush to your face. She thanked each and every one of them by placing a flower behind their ears. When it was time to go home, the sunset bleeding through the sky in a hue as vibrant as her, they tripped over themselves, turning back to wave until they were out of sight. She had one last flower in her hand. It was then, and only then, sharing the single moment between the two of you, did she place it behind your ear. Those children inevitably grew up. Perhaps they forgot all about that day, where she played pretend. You never would. . . .

It is said a long time ago, that bond was broken, and since then you have been trying to find your way back.

It was the distance between you. A want, a need, something inside the cage of your ribs pleading to see the world, to be part of it like you have never been before. She was so easy, so content, but you stirred restless. Out there, there were glittering cities, with the oceans and deep sands, with its mountain peaks and rural charm. Out there lived a people who didn’t need to be coddled any longer, and though that pained you, you couldn’t wait a second longer. Your children, all grown up. If only she could have seen it that way. If only the edges of the earth cried to her as they cried to you. Antsy. Crawling out of your skin. Hand in hand, leaning over the edge trying to catch the last glimpse of sunset before the sky freckled with stars. She was always there to keep you grounded, centered, to wait for you in your little home, your Domo, where all your treasures lived. You wished on Orion's belt that you could be content. That this lifetime you built would be enough. Enough adventure, enough to fill this void mortals had always struggled to understand. You had watched when Mother Earth was born, when she herself was just a babe, new and bright. You watched her transform into the planet she is today, her children, your children, coming so far, so advanced. You never had to say it, she could see it in the way your eyes watched the skyline. There was a world out there you couldn’t wait to see, one she understood she’d been hurt by before, her wounds healing slowly. Her hands move quickly, her lower lip trembling. I don’t want to hold you back. You move viciously, as if a wild animal, crazed and fierce. I have never felt more alive than when I am with you. You hold her face, her tears already streaming. So light, so heartbreaking. This is not a goodbye, or a farewell. This is not an invitation to mourn. You could never stop loving her, even if you tried. It is only temporary, you promise. Temporary.

You’ve never been this far apart. It is difficult to walk on two legs, to hold with two hands, to look at your side and find nothing but empty space. The bed is cold without her body pressed against yours. Life, it seems, is so much lonelier. The cities are just as pretty as you imagined. The falling of the leaves, the first snow, the stretch of roads that seem to go to the end of the world. You watch them as they are, with their romance, their violence, all of their greatest flaws. Some you recognize, most you do not. Still, you find solace in them, in their presence. You take note of all the stories you will share when you are together again. How cold the waters are when you walk into them as if you are walking into battle. That somewhere the sky is burning and somewhere else it has never been darker. The absence of all life, all matter, not even the moon can prevent you from drowning. All these moments you want to bottle up and share with her in the dark. Instead, you make note of every detail, all their drunken smiles, all the ways in which they proclaim you a God. That should be enough. You bring nothing with you, taking everything on your back. That is all you’ll ever need. Another plane, another timezone, another day passes as you learn that there is more air to breathe. It is frenzied, it is crazed, it makes you feel as if you are finally living the life your creator had always intended. You are allowed to be impulsive. You are allowed to simply be in the moment, exist, to let your skin grow cold, to let your teeth chatter, to be part of something that is so much greater than yourself, than your eternity.

When they found you, they assumed the worst. They think there is a heart shattered, hidden in a place no one will see. They think that the bond you have created has been severed limb by limb. They could not be anymore wrong. You can feel it, as you had, in that moment with your Princess Makkari: something was in the air. They do not understand, though they make no attempts to try to. All of them are scorned or burdened by love. You are set free by it, by the knowledge that no matter how far you drift, she will always be there. They speak without her name, as if it would crack you down the middle, as if you were lying to yourself. Perhaps she felt it, too. The joy. The love. All the pieces of herself becoming whole again. They couldn’t believe the state of your home, how she had become part of its living history. They parted, unsure what either of you would say or do. They feared a grief, a misery, even a hostility, the kind attached to two beings in conflict with one another. Prepared to collect the remains of a relationship that once was. But they forget, they always do. You and her are not two, but one. You always have been. You always will be. You collapse into one another the way stars to, a final declaration of necessity, of an absence that was anything but temporary. The light of you is binding, so much so they need to turn away. For the first time, you are seeing things clearly. There is something in you that was always meant to be. It is as simple as the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds, the green of the stem of the flower she’d placed behind your ear.

It is said, when they find one another again, they are the strongest they have ever been.

#writing #makkari #makkari drabble #makkari oneshot #marvel eternals #marvel eternals drabble #marvel eternals oneshot #marvel #marvel drabble #marvel oneshot #makkari x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot #gender netral #gender neutral reader

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chiefdirector · 2 years

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Can you do a makkari x fem!reader?

fluff 1 and 16 シ︎

Flowers | Makkari | MCU

Fluff 1: “For me?” And 16: “You’re really pretty. You know that right?”

(Y/N) smiled as her wife, Makkari, approached her, hand behind her back. Lately, Makkari had taken to giving (Y/N) small gifts and tokens, they had been anything and everything from shiny stones to texts forgotten to time (all of which, (Y/N) was 100% sure Makkari had stolen but she never said a word).

“For me?” (Y/N) signed once Makkari was close enough, blushing at the fact that she even had to ask.

Makkari nodded before pulling a single flower from behind her back. It was a peony that had just come into full bloom. The colours were bright and the flower was very fragrant, both signs that it had been picked recently.

“You’re really pretty. You know that right?” (Y/N) signed before she took the flower from Makkari and placing it down on a table beside her “You put flowers to shame with how beautiful you are. I love you.”

Makkari blushed, signing back some half-hearted insult. (Y/N) just laughed, Makkari had always been great at showing her feelings but to be told of someone else’s affections, even after being together for thousands of years, still turned her to mush inside.

That was (Y/N)’s favourite thing about her wife. Not her looks, or her gift-giving; it was her humbleness and the blush that accompanied it with any sort of praise. It was the greatest work of art (Y/N) had seen.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#chiefdirector #marvel #request #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #eternals #the Eternals #makkari #makkari x reader #Makkari imagine #Makkari oneshot #anon #fluff

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whimsical-musingss · 2 years

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Beautiful, Beautiful ❦

You were the Sun, and he was the Moon. He was fire, and you were ice. You were Persephone and he was Hades. Destined to be, eternally.

He vowed to never leave you. You were his whole heart, his reason for existing, and he loved you for 6,500 years.

And he never broke his promise.

Druig x Eternal F!Reader

Summary: how you and Druig fell in love.

Part Two

It took Druig approximately 300 years to finally realize that you were more than just an ally. And then it took about 200 years for him to realize you were more than just a friend. He loved you. He couldn’t describe how he felt, it was so intricate yet delicate, as if with one touch he’d ruin it. It was similar to a breath of fresh air after swimming in the river. The colors of sunsets. Gentle, yet powerful all the same.

He dreamt of you in Mesopotamia, when he fell asleep to the Milky Way. The early days where the purpose was fighting Deviants and emotions couldn’t get in the way of the mission. But in the night, Druig couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially when they could go home to Olympia.

Decades turned into centuries. Humans died but more were born. The Eternals moved to Babylon. Trees grew taller, streams became rivers, but Druig’s love for you remained unchanged. He felt cursed but in the best way. The mission didn’t matter anymore to him, only you.

The nights become unbearable. He drifts off and wakes up alone, thinking of your mouth, your skin, your bright eyes, everything. All of it. He’s intoxicated but he doesn’t give a damn. He wanted you to himself, just you and him. Only you, forever.

He watched Sersi and Ikaris have what he didn’t. But instead of feeling discouraged, he only felt a spark. But Ajak made sure that spark became a forest fire.

“You love her. We do not know how much time we have here. Tell her how you feel.” Ajak could only smile at how truly lovesick the once brooding Druig had become. She had a keen eye and saw how he looked at you. His gaze would linger, his facial features softening, his frown becoming a relaxed smile.

She also noticed the small glances you made at Druig as well. You fidgeted with your fingers when flustered, which is what you did constantly around Druig. You protected him the most with your telekinesis powers during battles against the Deviants. Lingering touches.

The love between you and Druig was a beautiful love forged from longing during the centuries.

You thought of him at night when you couldn’t sleep. The way he would look at you, so soft and gentle. He hated everyone but you, only you. His eyes on you constantly. You clutched your chest where your heart slammed against your rib cage.

It all came crashing together when Druig got knocked aside violently by a Deviant’s serpent-like tail. You could hear Druig’s sudden gasp of surprise as the tail crushed his ribs and sent him flying across the sand. You let out a cry of fright and sorrow, and without thinking, you run to his collapsed body.

“Druig! Druig!” You outstretch your hands and his body moves on his own towards you, and you fall to your knees to catch him in your arms. You cradle his head in your arms, ignoring the resuming battle around you.

Ajak appears before you call out for her, kneeling down next to you. She opens her mouth to tell you to rejoin the battle, she can heal Druig, and that everything would be alright.

“No, Ajak, I cannot leave him,” you brush his raven hair from his blood-soaked forehead.

She said nothing, only healing him with a wave of her hand. The blood disappears from Druig’s forehead and his eyes snap open like a wild animals.

“Druig,” you whisper, crushing him in a hug and falling on top of him. “Druig, you’re all right. Oh, I was so worried…”

Druig almost passed out again from what was happening. He shakily lifted his hand and cradled the back of your head, letting himself close his eyes in relief.

“You’re all right,” he murmured. “Good.”

“No, you’re all right! I thought…,” you leaned back and he saw your eyes filled with unshed tears. “Don’t leave me like that again.” You close your eyes and the tears began to fall from your lashes.

Ajak only watched in bewilderment when Druig softly wiped them away from your cheeks. “Beautiful, beautiful Y/N, I could never.”

It was new love, precious and gentle like a summer breeze. Druig spent every waking moment with you while you worked on building structures, buildings, and homes for humans across Babylon with a wave of your hands. You both would explore hidden natural treasures Babylon had to offer. Sneaking small, delicate kisses. Hands intertwined. Then he would walk you to your bedchamber, leaving you with the feeling of his lips on your own.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl…,” he’d murmur into your hair, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. Hands on your hips, waist, everywhere. “You have stolen my heart.” Lips on your neck, collarbone, throat. You would think he’d put those thoughts in your head on purpose, but no. You were falling in true love with him, and so was he.

He’d make his true feelings known in the dark of night, whispering his love for you in your ear, just like how you had imagined it during previous nights alone. He’d have you against a wall in your bedchamber, breath hot and heavy from the jog from the roof to here. It was innocent, but when he saw you in that dress and a flower in your hair, he had to tell you his true feelings.

“I love you, Y/N, my beautiful girl.”

A kiss on the shell of your ear.

“You are a dream…you’ve stolen my whole heart.”

A small bite to your earlobe.

“Druig-“ your whisper was cut off by a chaste kiss, his large hands cupping your face, tilting your head up to meet his lips.

“My Y/N, I love you.”

“Druig…I love you.”

“Don’t leave me,” he’s dragging his lips slowly down your neck, and you bite your lip.

“Never,” you hold the back of his neck, nails slightly scratching him, and he pulls back so his eyes could meet your own.

“And I’ll never leave you, my darling. Nothing in the universe could tear us apart.”

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