#mob!druig

[alohastyles-x]

Nightfall - Druig

A dark mob/gang AU Eternals fic 

Paring: AFAB reader x mob!Druig | Mob!EternalsAU 

*I am kind of using mob and gang interchangeably here

Note: hi. I’ve crept out of my hibernation hole to repost this fic after some edits. This is the only fic I’m motivated to finish at the moment. I will also be turning it into a fantasy gang type book with OC’s on my Wattpad that are inspired by the Eternals gang. If you're interested for that version to be posted here too, let me know! :) 

warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3

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The Rosaris. The most popular and elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.

At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. No exceptions. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary and torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Only the elite of the elites got access to the Underground; they were vetted and initiated through a series of challenges. If they could handle it all, rather, if they made it out alive, they were granted access. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous- as a reward for the initiation process.

You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.

Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the rest.

“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on her bottom lip. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.

Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, and your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.

He had you drugged, before Kingston- his right hand man- grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.

You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.

“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.

Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would look sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstance- in any normal circumstance- you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead, it just terrified you more.  You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.

That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.

Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.

You had been working for Genesis for a year before you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… Tonight was different.

“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”

“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.

“I want to introduce you to my newer favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.

“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for about a year now, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,'' Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.

“Ah, Genesis, you know I can’t.”

“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.

“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.

Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.

“Don���t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair across from you.

You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.

“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.

“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.

“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted- well anymore then usual that is,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.

“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak! If Genesis knew you spilled about the filth that had gone on down here, if you had actually confirmed it, the repercussions would be insurmountable. 

“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.

But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.

You fought the urge and instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your lower belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.

Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. Red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.

He snapped.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.

“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down. You weren’t sure why you just confided in him. It was as if some supernatural pull had calmed you, told you it was okay. That he was okay. 

“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.

“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.

“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.

“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”

“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.

“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Drugs' hand; he just squeezed it harder.

“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.

“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.

The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the heavy dead bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.

The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, and Druig’s already stained clothes, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the carnage before you: bloodied bodies everywhere, brain matter and other bodily gore painting the walls, the carpet. 

A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.

“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.

“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.

You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the horror in front of you; there was so much blood.

“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.

“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.

He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”

The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.

“I trust you,” you whispered, unaware you were even speaking until you heard your voice, disembodied in the air.

“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.

“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.

Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.

Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.

“Just through here… Druig?”  He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down the empty stairwell instilled a fear deep in your bones. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in, where you lost your sanity more than once.  

You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.

“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.

“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.

“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.” He was more stern now, trying to reign in his annoyance at you not moving.

“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.

“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”

“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.

“Left.”

“Another Left.”

“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.

A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor already open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you. You settled in, laying down on the seat, your head on his lap. You were too terrified to move. You had no idea who this man was, or what he belonged to. If he was doing business with Genesis, it probably wasn’t good. Had you just replaced one hell with another? 

“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.

“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.”

 A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.

“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.

“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.

“Is she okay?” Sersi whispered, turning in the seat to face you.

“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head.

“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.

“No, but I left him somethin’ to remember me by.”

“Druig you didn’t…”

Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.

“Shit, Druig! That was not a part of the plan.” The girl in the passenger seat- Sersi- yelled.

“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.

“No.”

“What the fuck.Thats like his only job. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.

“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.

“Just go through the drive through.”

Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.

***

You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.

“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.

“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.

“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.

“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.

“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.

She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.

“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with. “We have stronger stuff if you need it, but I figure this is a good start.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, analyzing her kindness. She hadn’t offered you actual drugs... a stark contrast to the copious amounts of narcotics handed out daily at the Roasaris. 

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.

“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.

“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”

You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. The awkward tension was somehow even worse than the previous events of last night. You heard the door open before shutting again.

“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.

A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.

“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.

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[vxntagedior]

sweet but psycho

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

pairing | mob!druig x fem!assassin!reader

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

word count | 1.0k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve already forgotten.” You teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Druig.” He stuttered. “S-sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fin.

#druig x reader #druig x fem!reader #mob!druig #mob!druig x reader #mob!druig x assassian!reader #mob!eternals #druig x girlfriend!reader #druig x eternal!reader #druig #barry keoghan #barry keoghan character

[fanficsonthebrain]

MARCH 2022 UPDATES 💕✨

The end of 2021 got away from me and apparently so did January & February so here’s my big update of all the lists I’ve updated in the last 4 months! As always recs are welcome and I hope you have a wonderful day/night and find something new to read and new authors to spam with love! ❤️

★ Find my main masterlist here 💕

��� Everything I recommended in September + October + November 2021!

Characters included under the cut:

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Ikaris, Druig, Makkari, M’Baku, Johnny Storm, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Chris The Destroyer, Andy Barber, Spancer Reid, Penelope Garcia x Derek Morgan, Chris Evans, Richard Madden, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton

★ These are the lists I’ve added to/updated from Dec 2021 - Mar 2022 ⬇️

Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Reader + Part 2 + Part 3 

Chubby!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Librarian!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky

Misc!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Lumberjack!Bucky, Vampire!Bucky, Roommate!Bucky, College!Bucky, Demon!Bucky, 40s!Bucky, Construction Worker!Bucky, Stripper!Bucky, Florist!Bucky, Neighbour!Bucky, Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Mafia!Bucky x Reader & Mafia!Dilf!Bucky

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Dad!Bucky x Reader Part 1 + Part 2 

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

+ Stucky x Reader aka.Mafia!Stucky

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader

Mafia & Mob!Steve x Reader

Alpha!Steve x Reader

Biker!Steve x Reader

Misc!Steve x Reader aka. Neighbour!Steve, Chubby!Steve, Lumberjack!Steve

+ Stucky x Reader aka. Mafia!Stucky

Peter Parker 

Peter Parker x Reader

Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

Ikaris

Ikaris x Reader

Druig x Reader

Druig x Reader (x Makkari)

M’Baku

M’Baku x Reader

Johnny Storm

Johnny Storm x Reader

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom x Reader

Ari Levinson

Ari Levinson x Reader + mafia!Ari & biker!Ari

Nick Fowler x Reader

Nick x Reader

Chris The Destroyer

Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

Mafia!Andy x Reader

Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Reader

Penelope x Derek

Penelope x Derek

Chris Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Richard Madden

Richard Madden x Reader

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie

Colin Bridgerton x Penelope

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate

#updates #bucky barnes #steve rogers #peter parker #bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky x reader #steve x reader #druig x reader #johnny storm x reader #mbaku x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x sophie beckett #nick fowler x reader #ari levinson x reader #biker!ari levinson x reader #destroyer chris x reader #ransom x reader #ikaris x reader #doctor strange x reader #andy barber x reader #spencer reid x reader #mafia!steve x reader #lumberjack!bucky x reader #librarian!bucky x reader #baker!bucky x reader #dad!bucky x reader #demon!bucky x reader #40s!bucky x reader #mafia!bucky x reader

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Hope for the future" - Druig x Eternal!Reader

SUMMARY: When you decide to visit Druig in his little village after nearly 500 years, he asks you to stay with him. But there's something else on his mind, too...

A/N: inspired by 'Hope for the future' - Bastille. That shit always gets a tear out of me.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

Five hundred years was, actually, quite a lot of time. Even for someone who was immortal. So much could happen! Entire generations die never knowing peace, while others are completely oblivious to the idea of war. It was enough time to change someone into a person you no longer recognize and that was possibly the scariest thought you had: after 500 years, is Druig the same man he was the last time you saw him?

To be honest, you were never planning on visiting him in his village. When he marched out of Tenochtitlan, it seemed pretty obvious that he wished to be left alone but everyone has to indulge in egoism once in a while, right? You had been bravely bearing the yearning you had for Druig but there came a moment when you started to feel physically sick because of it. So, truthfully, your visit was entirely a self-indulging endeavour: see him, quench your hopeless yearning and hopefully put up with your heartache for another five centuries. It was a little pathetic but still better than never getting to see him again.

In a way, Druig looked like a king in a castle. Although, "shepherd among his sheep" would be more accurate. He had created this undiscovered haven in an uncharted land and now he was just strolling through, beaming with pride and might. It was a beautiful paradox - the more he gave of himself to others, the more he became himself.

"My beautiful lady," he called out. There was that cocky smile he so often wore - something you found both endearing and annoying. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, you know, was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pop in, say hi."

"And here I was beginning to think you have forgotten about me."

"I don't think I can."

Without waiting any longer, you engulfed him in a longing hug. His embrace was pleasantly tight as if he, too, missed having you around. Taking a deep breath, you noticed he now smelt of rain and ground cover. His skin was warmer than you remembered but it wasn't something bad; it reminded you of safety and comfort.

"It's good to see you, Druig," you quietly said.

"Of course it is," he answered. Then, to your utmost displeasure, Druig pulled away from the longing embrace. Jungle heat felt sadly cold for a moment. "Come, I'll show you around."

Druig lost sight of you when a group of teenage girls swarmed around you in curiosity. While fighting over who gets you to give you a quetchquemitl as a welcoming gift, the giggling mob pulled you away. No matter how much he wished to follow you, he knew better - there were still things he had to see through.

Noon was already approaching when Druig found you again, this time without the nosy kids. You were sitting on the porch stairs, next to a little girl, attempting weaving. It was hard to believe you hadn't been here even for a full day.

He just stood there, admiring how you blended right in like here was where you were always meant to be. Although Druig's judgement could hardly be trusted - he was terribly biased. Little Catalina was teaching you basket weaving and from what he could tell, you were doing quite well. The crafty tutoring was accompanied by Catalina's grandparents: Santiago and Blandine, who were sharing the most notable events from the village's life. Anytime Druig saw the elderly couple, a pang of jealousy struck his heart. How beautiful would it be to grow old with someone, even figuratively? To have someone who cared and understood despite everything? And how wonderful would it be to love someone so much?

Then Santiago must have said something funny because you suddenly erupted in laughter. Druig was certain he could never grow tired of that sight. The world seemed a little brighter, a little warmer, throughout the minute when you were laughing. But then sorrow and heartache took him over once again: soon enough, you were going to leave to go back to your own life. He had grown familiar with the lovesick loneliness that seemed to always follow him around. Only for that one morning, when he was watching you weave a basket, did that sorrow leave him for a moment. But then, when it came back to weigh on his shoulders, did Druig realize its heaviness. How did he even manage to breathe for the past 500 years?

He knew that if he was not going to do something about his heavy heart now, he might never have a second chance. Spend another five centuries without you? It was a thought too cruel to even entertain.

"Mind if I steal the lady?" he asked little Catalina.

With a bright smile that lacked a few front teeth, she shook her head and continued weaving. Blandine's old hand pulled the stray strands of the girl's hair behind her ears. Her little fingers weaved with impressive speed and precision.

"Don't finish without me!" you jokingly warned the girl before turning to Druig. He seemed... worried. "What's going on, Druig?"

"I need to talk with you."

Gently pulling your arm, Druig began walking towards the privacy of a jungle backcountry. Passing by various locals, they would only glance at the two of you and go back to whatever they were doing. It seemed as if you were the only one concerned with Druig's nervousness or worry.

He let go of your arm only when the thick rainforest swallowed any signs of human life. But why would he bring you in the middle of nowhere? However you thought about it, none of the answers was good: thick shrubbery was audience only to passionate violence and confessions of unhappy love.

"Something's happened?"

You couldn't help but worry about him. He was someone who could keep a secret but was never secretive per se.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," he confessed with a serious tone. Despite the weight of his statement, Druig's face remained unreadable.

"I'm all ears, whatever you need."

Looking for any microexpression, you closely watched his face but it stayed as expressionless as ever.

To your surprise, Druig placed his hands on the sides of your face and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you stood in pleasant, intimate silence for a moment. He let out a heavy, although shaky, breath before he whispered:

"You're the only thing I could think about for the past five centuries. I wrote your name down on the hillside in my mind." He made a pause to take another, shaky breath. "Stay here with me, please."

At first, you were questioning your sanity. Maybe five hundred years of pining after a man had left its mark on you. But it couldn't be that... If there was anything you could be sure of, it was his warm presence: his hands warming your cheeks and his hot breath brushing against your face. Has he really waited all of five hundred years to make that confession? Could all of your heartbreak have been prevented had he said those words a few centuries earlier?

"Why are asking me now?" you asked quietly. You could feel your throat clenching but it wasn't tears of sadness that threatened to run down your cheeks. "Why haven't you before?"

Druig's thoughts wandered back to Santiago and Blandine. Every day they sat on the porch, holding hands and looking after children whose parents were working. On the days when he couldn't get your name off his lips, Druig wondered if he could ever have something like that: you and him, holding hands and watching children grow up - your children.

"Hope for the future got me on my knees."

Then you felt his lips move against yours. There was a certain desperation in his affection as if he expected the world to end in the next few minutes. Without needless reasoning, you kissed him back. Your hands clenched the material of his sleeveless shirt making sure he won't pull away any time soon.

There was no course of history in which you could reject his offer.

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Hi! So we always have this idea in mind, we leave it here and you write it. Your works are beautifully written, writing something requires a loooooot of things. But how about the idea comes from you now? For the mob bosses au, what's your idea on what will happen to them next? Maybe you could share it to us😉😊

"It's nice we could do this," Sersi smiled at the other two women at the table, raising her flute of champagne.

Makkari responded by raising hers and downing it in one gulp. I missed you girls, too! I feel like ever since spring it's just been hit after hit after hit.

Thena nodded, happily letting Makkari take the reins of the conversation as they waited for their lunch to be served. She had half expected a certain someone to make an appearance.

It was Makkari who insisted that she had been dying for some good Korean food since being stuck in Europe for so long taking care of this politician and that.

Thena had fought tooth and nail to have them consider somewhere else, but why go anywhere but Koreatown for Korean food? So she had called a restaurant she knew was good, paid to have the place booked privately just for them with as minimal a staff as possible.

She knew Gil would know she was there, but she told him she was having lunch with Sersi and Makkari. This was not a business lunch and he was not to drop in on them.

Anyway, the Lightning Thief concluded, waving her hand through the air and leaning back in her seat. She looked at Thena, I've heard you really went through it since the gala a few months ago.

I'm fine now, Thena answered concisely. Makkari would have found out all she needed to know through the proper channels (as well as anything she didn't need to know through Mister Omniscient himself).

"Poor thing was in my poison ward for nearly two months," Sersi said softly, moving her hands as gently as a butterfly through the air.

Makkari shared a grin with the Poison Princess, and with such a dutiful husband, never once leaving her side.

Thena took a deep sip of her own wine. She should have known, with these two. "He is not my husband."

Sersi's smile was just a little too gleeful, "he seems to think otherwise."

Thena tugged her lace tighter around her. As it was doing an awful lot lately, her mind drifted to the tattoo on his left hand. She knew what it meant to him, and she knew the position it put him in. It wouldn't be lost on his own work team and business partners. But Gilgamesh had leaned into his commitment to it completely.

Druig told me of a young heiress, Makkari ventured cautiously, essentially testing the waters to see just how fragile the topic was to their dear Ice Queen. Her mask was as perfect as always. Back in Korea after a rumoured broken engagement.

Poor dear, Thena offered in passing commentary. She never let herself think of the little heiress for long. It stirred up too many feelings in her.

And then all of a sudden the Tyrant King is parading himself around with this new tattoo? Makkari examined Thena more closely. Maybe she could fool even the best in the biz, but Makkari's eyes were better than anyone's--even Kingo's. She could see the faint squirm in their stoic friend over the subject. Proudly proclaims himself another woman's property.

Thena rolled her eyes at it. He thought it was so romantic--he thought he was so fucking charming. "Comes to my home one time and thinks he can tell the world he's mine."

"He what?!"

"Your meals, ladies."

The three were presented with their dishes, steaming hot and obviously prepared with the utmost attention and effort. Sersi and Makkari grinned as Thena's was set down in front of her, as well as a single white lily.

She sighed. "He's back there, isn't he?"

The server stood up frighteningly straight, "n-no, ma'am."

She looked them dead in the eye, "bring him to me."

"Yes, Ice Queen."

All three women looked towards the kitchen door. Although quiet at first, an increasingly loud argument could be heard in Korean before the Tyrant King himself finally emerged. He had his hands in his pockets, wearing significantly more casual clothes than usual. He smiled at them, "ladies."

"Tyrant," Thena greeted him formally--frostily. "I thought I told y-"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he shifted to look at Thena, leaning against the back of her seat. "I'm not here to interrupt. I just wanted...to see you?"

Sersi and Makkari looked at each other with charmed expressions.

"Try again."

"I wanted to test the food," he frowned, seeming more like the Tyrant King in that instance. He leaned up again, crossing those massive arms of his. "This place is great and all, but it's not a chance I'm willing to take, Princess."

Thena settled back in her seat again. She supposed she couldn't fault him for being wary of letting her eat out again without his presence. Last time she had she was poisoned and nearly killed. "Sersi is here."

"Still," he said more softly, gripping the back of her chair but letting his thumb just barely brush against the lace protecting her bare shoulder. "I'll go."

Thena looked up at him, at least meeting his eyes. He raised his brows at her but she shot him down with a smile; he knew the rules. He acquiesced, letting her see plain as day on his face how much he wanted to kiss her. "Tyrant King."

"Have fun, Sweetness."

Thena blushed, a flurry of butterflies coming alive within her chest.

Gil straightened up, tugging at his casual bomberjacket and waving to her companions, "forgive me for interrupting, ladies."

Sersi and Makkari waved their fingers at him, giggling between themselves at the antics of their friend's 'husband'. Sersi looked at Thena, who as trying to pretend she wasn't flustered over any of it. "So sweet--so devoted."

Every woman's dream, Makkari snickered.

Thena refused to dignify their teasing, picking up her spoon and tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Perhaps we should shop around a little after lunch. I'm sure your husband would be happy to escort us."

"Are we having lunch, or not?" Thena grumbled, although she knew very well that the next hour of their time together would be spent exactly like this.

You're right, Makkari nodded, although her companions knew better than to trust what seemed like her diffusing the situation. I want to know more about this going over to your home business.

Sersi latched on readily, whipping her head back to Thena, "I had no idea. Did you really let him into your flat?"

Thena sighed, collecting some jjamppong into a small, contained bite. She would need the strength for the conversation she was about to have.

#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU #you're very sweet Anon #thank you for your kind words #this some fluff #because by god do they deserve it #and so do I #because I like the light and fluffy stuff #and also I think Gil is so all in on this #he knows he has to take it slow #he has to earn Thena's trust again and he knows it #and she deserves to feel like he has worked for her heart #but he has this ring tattoo #and is basically already proudly proclaiming that he's married #and she's like you can't keep telling people that #and he's like why not? #it's basically true baby #he keeps trying to pull off these romantic gestures #he's still bringing her flowers and he's holding out his hand #to help her in and out of cars or down the stairs #and she's like stop it you don't have to #just because she's flustered he's suddenly so affectionate #and everyone around them is like #look we already knew okay relax #Druig has a chokehold on the world's security matrices #he has eyes and ears everywhere #him texting Makkari absolute paragraphs about what's been going on at home #She the best and quietest and fastest and slickest thief and assassin on the market #texts in all caps #TELL ME EVERYTHING

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“Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!”

I’ve been working on a darker vibe Fic!

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Without giving away too much but Reader is apart of Tony’s Mob & they’re trying to retrieve something from the Avengers but Reader & Nat fall for one another with Nat exposing Reader to the truth of their life.

This will have 10 parts.

Sneak peek:

Bucky, Druig, Erik and You left the room as a group, returning to the activities you were doing before the meeting. Your lunch still warm enough to eat as you grabbed it from the kitchen countertop. “So, what’s the go with The Black Widow?” you asked Bucky, sitting down next to him on the sofa in the living room.

“Don’t go there. You heard Tony, he wants you to stay away”

“Oh, come on Buck, don’t be like that” you pouted, “I just want to know why” you added.

“Because you’re into women and Tony knows why you asked about her. That’s why he wants you to stay away” Bucky explained, taking off his vibranium arm to polish and clean. “What’s the go with the avengers anyway? Who are they?” you asked before taking a mouthful of mac and cheese.

“Just a group of people who think they’re great. There’s Steve Rogers, Thor, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop is basically Clint’s pet, Yelena Belova whose Romanoff’s sister, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, and some toaster named Vision” Bucky rubbed the cloth around his arm, “they’re all under Nick Fury’s watch, Maria Hill basically gives them orders”

“So why does Tony want me to come if he’s so worried about me and Romanoff?”

Bucky shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe he thinks you can handle yourself more” he suggests.

#yelenasdiary asks #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

[nocapesdahling]

Black leather gloves cover his fingers. The drink that you silently passed him previous is whiskey. Irish, of course. That’s how he likes it. 'The Devil’s Keep’ is the brand. You can’t help but think that it seems accurate for a man of his reputation. 

Inspired by blood & vodka by @clints-lucky-arrow​ - Read it Here!

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Eyes

Mob! Dark! Druig X Reader

Summary: After a messy one night stand, a familiar face pops up again in your life.

A/N: So druig yh? 😏 i see yall. This my frist time writing for this mf so i hope you guys like it! Also this one shot has no spoilers or wtvr to the movie. So pls enjoy.

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ALSO PLS THIS HAS VIOLENCE SO IF UR SENSITIVE TO THAT PLS DONT READ.

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Fun. A very diverse word. You loved to have fun, even if it was something out of your comfort zone you will still try to push yourself, even if it was little.

Yet this.

This was different.

You sat on the bed naked and confused looking the man next to you, too many things was rushing in your mind. Did you use a condom? who is this man? where are you? this why your stupid ass don't get drunk. Even though you could sit here for days and look at the fine man sleeping next to you, you felt something off and you didn't want to risk it. You put all your clothes back on and took your belongings. Or so you thought.

You quickly dashed out of the fancy looking apartment and got an uber straight home. Not giving a second look back of where you are, or who it was calling after you.

The ride back home, was worse the thoughts danced in your head. What if I'm pregnant? you face palmed. At least ill have a good looking baby. You couldn't remember much from last night but he stuck with you. His eyes. Lips. The way he spoke. Damn.

You got out the cab and went in your place, dropping everything in your room and going straight to shower.

A couple of weeks later..

You and your bsf sat on the bench eating your lunch.

"You sureeee you pregnant?" you gave her a dead look.

"I can always throw you down the stairs" you playfully slapped her on her shoulder.

"Yes I'm definitely sure I'm not pregnant. I'm just a moody bitch. Plus this lunch needs an extra hour. I'm not ready to go back to work and see our boss ugly face." Your bsf laughed.

"That I can agree with you." your bsf smile dropped and kept looking at you then behind you. You looked at her confused and looked back.

oh its him. you looked back calmly then realised. OH SHIT ITS HIM. You looked back with wide eyes He smirked at you and start walking towards your direction. You put your food away and stood up.

"Nice to see you again" his voice was smooth.

"Yeah it is, sorry for leaving you in the morning i had a few things to deal with."

"Yeah you should be sorry." Huh? his comment took you by surprise.

"Now lets go sweetheart we got a doctors appointment." He took hold of your arm and start to drag you along to his car. You tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong.

"Hey let me go, what the fuck." But by that time you he had already pushed you into the back car seat. You looked back at your bsf seeing her being towered by a couple of bodyguards.

"Don't worry your littler friend will be fine." You started banging on the windows and trying to open the door.

"whatever you are doing. It wont do shit." He took hold of your hand and face and made you look at him.

"Stop fucking messing about and be a good girl. We have an appointment to get to." You tried to moved.

"Who the fuck are you? You don't own me or some shit. You barely know who the fuck i am? You don't throw a random stranger in your car." You shouted back.

Next thing you know your facing down with a burning cheek.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Tears started to form and you sat back up and moved yourself close to the car door not wanting to be near him and just faced the window.

His gaze stuck on you for a while, the smirk on his face giving you shivers.

The car ride was quiet to the hospital. You two didn't say anything till you met the doctor.

They was telling you who they was going to prepare you for the scan and accidently called you by a familiar surname. It wasn't yours. But his.

Where have I heard that surname from.

During the scan you kept looking down. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Seems like you two are having a baby!" Your head shot up and looked the scan. Still confused at how this doctor can see a baby. And looked back at Druig. His face was stoic. Nice.

The doctor left you both alone in the room.

"I'm not keeping it. We barely know each other. Its a night stand. Just forget about me" Druig started laughing.

"Imagine." You looked at him.

"Your cute but your also stupid. You left your ID back at mine, so I used to that to my advantage."

"That slap also didn't teach you very much. This isn't a yes or no situation babe. From now on you are under me, as the mother of my child you are going to stick by me. If you are a good girl then I might be easy on you. But from what its looking like right now... I don't think so babe." He dropped the scans on your lap

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Its going to be fun knowing you y/n." He opened the door.

"and don't be an idiot trying to escape I have eyes everywhere."

He winked at you and left.

You looked back down at the scans.

Shit.

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A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAD TO EDIT THIS THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WOULDNT SAVE FFS YK.

Anyways if you guys liked this! please comment on what you would like to see me write next i’ll be making more. Not just for Druig but for other characters

like don’t get me wrong Ikaris sexy but when i saw Druig..

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[inklore]

not me writing four fics in the span of four hours, lmao who is she?!?!?!?!

#it’s almost 2am and i’m sure they need hella editing but #wow she got something done let’s all clap! #expect two druig fics / a stucky angst / and mob!bucky very soon darlings ;) #here laur goes again..

[alohastyles-x]

Nightfall - Druig [TEASER]

Nightfall, a mob AUxEternals fanfic by Alohastyles-x

Pairing: mob!druig & mob!eternals x reader x surprise character ;)

Notes/Summary: this is just a teaser- will end on a cliff hanger. If you guys like this, then I'll turn it into an actual story!! <3 <3 feedback on this one is greatly appreciated so I know whether to turn it into something :)

Inspired by: Good Girls on Netflix and this playlist

warnings: honestly none but language for this teaser. :)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3

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Your feet hit the pavement and you took off running as fast as your legs could carry you; your heart pounding hard in your chest as you struggled to breathe. It was three in the morning, the sky pitch black above you save for the street lights illuminating the dark alley you ran through. You tightened the grip on the bag slung over your shoulder, careful not to let it come undone.

How could you let yourself get in this situation? All it took was one pleading look and you were instantly risking your life for him. The anger pushed you to run harder. He had one rule: “come back to me…alive.” It was the only thing you had to do… besides steal an assload of drugs. Easy.

Now you were questioning everything as you ran through the side streets, the sounds of dogs barking and guns firing filling the atmosphere around you.

“Fuck!” You whisper to yourself as you skid to a stop. A wooden fence stood in front of you; the pounding of feet growing louder and louder behind you. You sighed, before slinging the bag over the fence. You scaled the fence, climbing over and picking up the bag again.

Lucky for you, the fence led to the other side of the street. You took off running, pulling out your phone to call him. The phone rang a few times before he finally picked up.

“Did you get it?” He asked while he held his breath. The last thing he wanted was for his girl to be held up, the thought of anyone else touching you made his blood boil. So why the hell did he send you on this mission?

“Yes. I have it,” you responded breathlessly into the phone.

“Ah, that’s a good girl. Now come on back to me baby.”

“Oh you know I-” you were cut off, the phone ripped from your ear as a hand grabbed a fist full of your hair. They pulled hard, a scream erupting from your lips from the pain.

“Ah, looks like we have ourselves a little trouble,” a rough voice spoke into the phone. His voice sent chills down your spine, and angered Druig through the line. He knew exactly who it was. Genesis Rose, leader of the rival gang and leading night club in the city: The Rosaris.

“Let her go,” he said through gritted teeth. “Or I will make sure you won’t live to see daylight- and you know I’m good on my word.” Druig thought back to the last time he fought Genesis, leaving a deep rugged scar on his face.

“About that… I’d say it’s time for some payback. Starting with your delicious little thing here. She looks absolutely yummy Druig. My men can’t want to get their hands on her,” Genesis spoke harshly in the phone, before holding it away from his ear.

The man with his hand in your hair yanked harder, before dragging a knife along your cheek leaving a shallow cut. You screamed in terror and pain as the blood slowly dripped down your skin.

“You have an hour. You know where to find me.” Genesis dropped the phone, stepping on it hard shattering the screen.

“Lets go, pick her up and take her back to Rosaris.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you spat. You weren’t going to go down without a fight, that’s for damn sure. You made it this far, the last thing you wanted to do was give up; the adrenaline rushing through you clearly affecting your decision making.

“Oh sweetie, now is not the time to play hero,” Genesis spoke as he slowly made his way to you. He was a big man, 6’4 and nearly 300 pounds of pure muscle. He wore dark jeans and a dark shirt, a blazer over it with a white pocket square, radiating his status in the city.

He knelt to your level, running his finger along your bloody cheek, before popping his finger in your mouth. The taste of your own blood awakened something feral in you. The second he pulled his finger out, you spat, your blood spewing all over his face.

“Now that… that was a mistake,” he chuckled darkly, before raising his fist and connecting it to your face. The punch knocked you out cold. You fell limp in the arms of Genesis' right hand man, Kingston, who picked you up and carried you to the blacked out range rover that pulled up next to the sidewalk. He carelessly threw your body in the back.

“Lets go,” Genesis yelled as he climbed in the passenger seat. Kingston hopped in the back where you were, grabbing the rope he had in his pocket and tied your hands together.

There was no escaping now.

Druig was seething as he threw open the doors to the arsenal where he met Thena and Gilgamesh- his weapons dealers. If he was going to come and save you, he needed the best of the best, which Thena most definitely had. She was the leader while Gilgamesh created the weapons.

“Well hello dear, what a lovely surprise,” Thena taunted.

“I need the big guns,” Druig said, grabbing a black duffel. He began throwing a various assortment of knives and smaller guns inside, as well as grabbing some ammunition from the case against the wall.

“What for?” Gilgamesh asked, stepping out of the welding room, wiping his hands on a white rag.

“They took Y/N.”

“Who?”

“Genesis.” Druig stopped and looked up at them, his eyes pleading for their help.

“Do Ajak and Sersi know?” Gilgamesh asked. Druig looked down, which was answer enough. No.

“I can give you three. That’s it.” Thena said making her way over to the steel vault. She put in the code and opened the large door. She disappeared for a second, before coming out with three large guns in her hands. They each had golden embellishments on them, meaning he would have to be careful not to lose these.

Thena placed them gently in his duffel bag, before placing the ammunition and mags next to them.

“I just need one more thing…” Druig trailed off, before looking quickly to the matte black door in the corner of the room. Thena followed his gaze, before smirking.

“Oh you owe me big time,” she muttered, grabbing the key from her neck. She unlocked the door, carefully opening it. She muttered some words in Russian, before a loud bang came from the room.

“Hello Soldat,” she grinned as she led him by the arm out of the icy room.

“готов служить.” His gruff voice sent chills down Druigs spine as he looked over their secret weapon.

The Winter Soldier.

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HONESTY; druig

summary: for decades, peace has been obtained between all crime families that reside in the large city of london, england. now they remain on the down low, posing as simple citizens. almost as if they are a myth. but this unwritten truce declares each are to not interfere with another’s business and to not kill another. the two largest of the few, the eternals and the deviants, always found this to be hard. after a death of an important figure, chaos has ensured and safety is no longer existent. 

late nights at the ER have always been eventful. outrageous injuries and patients who threaten your life with a plastic spoon from the cafeteria, y/n y/l/n has seen it all. but nothing would prepare her life taking a complete 360 from saving one life. 

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader 

warnings: violence, language, deaths, cases of SA, drugs, arson, guns, flirting, mostly steamy, smut (chapters will be bolded), druig is a dick, a bit of a slowburn

a/n: watched eternals two days ago and immediately thought of mafia/mob au’s smh. 

She said, "What if I dive deep? Will you come in after me? Would you share your flaws with me? Let me know"

intro. the board 

one. stayin’ alive 

two. heatwaves

three. hell's kitchen

four.

five.

six.

nine.

ten.

twelve.

thirteen.

fourteen.

fifteen.

epilogue.

I told her, "Thinking is all wrong Love will happen when it wants I know it hurts sometimes, but don't let it go"

#druig x reader #druig #druigoneshot #druig angst #druig imagine #druig fanfiction #druig x you #eternals #the eternals #mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #fluff #angst #ikaris #sersi #dane #thena #ajak #gilgamesh #sprite #phastos #kingo #makkari

[spookiekewchie]

Marvel Masterlist

None of my writing is suitable for minors, do not read or interact with my content if you are under the age of 18. Please be mindful of all content warnings listed on each post.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

🥵 - smut 🖤 - dark fic 💘 - fluff 😂 - humor 🌪️ - angst 💀 - horror

BUCKY BARNES 

never let me go...  🥵🖤

Bucky Barnes has wanted you since the first day he saw you. He has every intention to have you, even if it means taking extreme measures.

the dreadful need in the devotee (vampire!bucky/siren!reader)🥵🖤💀

It’s a dreadful need, and only you can fill it for him.

ETERNALS

untitled Druig x reader x Makkari fic 🥵

the one where you know you fucked up…

LOKI

Too Hot, Hot Damn  🥵

There’s a heatwave and you’re pretty sure this is what hell is like. Lucky for you there’s a frost giant willing to help you cool off in his own special way.

PETER PARKER

worth it (dark??tasm!spider-man x black!reader)

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man decides to make you earn what you've stolen.

SAM WILSON

Daddy’s Girl  😂

You’re Sam Wilson’s girl, but you’re also Nick Fury’s daughter. 

All For You  🥵

Teasing Sam at a party has consequences, but those consequences are half the fun. 

Risk & Reward (mob!sam) 🥵🖤

Breaking up with a notorious mobster isn’t easy, especially when he refuses to accept the words “it’s over”.

Training Day  🥵

Just a simple sparring session with Sam, what could possibly go wrong...or right.

Caffeine Kisses ☕️ 💘

The one where you meet the new Captain America in a coffee shop

Shang-Chi

forever’s gonna start tonight 💘

a drunken night out at a karaoke bar ends with you meeting a mysterious yet sweet stranger

STEVE ROGERS

Fireworks 🥵

The adventures of mean!Steve and one bratty agent that he just can’t seem to get enough of. 

Fireworks , Sky Flyer (1.5), Barrage, Bombette

Music Theory 🥵implied

Steve walks into find you putting on a show, who knew the man would get inspired.

Cap vs the Grey Sweats 🥵implied

The one where Steve goes out looking like a hoochie in some grey sweats

Let me Upgrade You 🥵implied

The one where you get Steve to stop dressing like a grandpa.

look what you did 🌪️🥵mentioned

Steve's choices have consequences that he's too late to realize.

Imagines 🥵

Mean!Steve w/ an overtalkative reader Steve taking back control after losing a bet

Thor Odinson

no church in the wild 🥵🖤💀

You'd made it out of the small town that you'd grown up in, but when you're pulled back by circumstances beyond your control you realize that your grandmother was right. No one ever really leaves here, sweetpea. Something always brings them back.

#marvel masterlist

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Monkey business" - Druig x Reader

[TW: catcalling, physical fight, soft dark Druig vibes?]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: Druig gets protective when a bold man foolishly decides to step over a line. Who knew he could actually be intimidating?

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

A/N: is mob!Druig a thing? Because it makes me feel a little silly tbh

Druig was capable of controlling the minds of not only others but also himself - always collected, if a little cocky. As far as you knew, there was nothing that could make him lose his composure. So as it always is with human certainty, fate does its best to break it.

As one might have expected, it was you who convinced Druig to take a few days off, let the commune run on its own and for the two of you to truly have time for each other. To some extent, you had reasonable suspicions that he agreed to the little getaway just to make you stop pestering him about it. Or it just took him a little while to realize how much you needed to spend some time exclusively with him. And that's how you ended up strolling through the streets of Dublin, admiring a reality much different from yours. For the first time in your life, having spent so long in the Amazonian rainforest, the chill wind felt good brushing against your face.

Maybe he wasn't going to admit it to you, at least not in public, but if a getaway meant he got to see you dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top, Druig was willing to go for little trips with you a lot more often.

You were sipping on a green tea and peach bubble tea, a drink you swore by, and guiding him in the direction of some old church you wanted to see. Druig found it amusing that you would call early medieval architecture "old" right in his face.

"You're not old, love," you would say. "You're mature, vintage, like fine wine. Classy and timeless like all the other best things in the world."

The promenade was filled with people, each person moving on with their mundane, little life. Druig was enjoying that moment of anonymity, the lack of interest or expectations directed at either of you. He felt physically lighter when an entire community of people wasn't relying on him day by day.

Relative anonymity, to be exact. Yes, to his utmost displeasure you were garnering some attention and not of the innocent, curious type. He was used to staying back, quietly and closely watching as events unfolded to calmly decide the best approach, so Druig quickly noticed each gliding stare that stuck to you a little longer than he thought was acceptable. But he wasn't too surprised by that, not in the slightest - people were always interested in you, although you seldom noticed just how many did.

An unbearable, restless feeling sat in his stomach as he noticed a group of men clearly preoccupied with watching you, occasionally whispering something to one another. Dressed in faux gold and knock-off designer goods, they almost looked presentable. Their dark gaze followed each of your movements like vultures circling a dying prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew that look, knew what thoughts hid behind it - mainly because once he wore it too, before that fateful day when he kissed you against a tree.

Considering the alarmed gut feeling he couldn't shake off, Druig might as well have been gifted with the ability to look into the future:

"I've got something else you can suck on!"

Druig felt your fingers squeeze his hand but, otherwise, you seemed unmoved by the unsavoury comment. Almost as if it wasn't the first time. He may have been beyond angry at the disgusting comment but the notion that it wasn't the first time, that someone had the guts to be so disrespectful to you, made him blindly furious.

"Hey, fopdoodle, that's no way to talk about a lady!" Druig yelled back. "Apologize."

"Gettin' pissy 'bout a joke? Where's ya humour, lad?" The man and his knockoff-wearing friends cackled.

"Right by the respect for women. Two things you seem to lack."

"Wanna fight me, little man?" the man asked while opening his arms - the universal invitation to a brawl. His friends were standing still as if their only role in that carry-on was to create an artificial mob.

But Druig refused to fight as a principle. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wasn't going to raise a weapon. When the matter regarded you, however, he could never quite stick to his resolution but that quirk transpired into every aspect of his life: he waited for you to fall asleep first, you ate first and he shared his thoughts only after you've said whatever was gnawing at your mind. It seemed as if all of his care and attention was devoted to you and he had simply no more left to spend on himself.

Maybe it sounded horrible to some degree but you weren't worried for Druig, even if the men he was standing up to were physically bigger than him. He was this immortal, space demi-god, how could a mediocre mortal ever equal him in any way, shape or form? Besides, being capable of mind control meant that he could, quite obviously, omit a fight altogether should he want to.

"I don't have to."

"Oi, you're just chicken shit. Hey, pretty lady." The man's attention was once again on you. Druig shifted his body to cover you more and you couldn't be entirely sure whether it was conscious. 'Scared' was the last thing he was. "I'll treat you better than that chicken shit."

"Come on, Druig." You paid no attention to the taunting. "Let's just go."

He looked at you for a moment. Druig's face seemed to soften for a second when he noticed the resignation in your eyes. Then he squinted and took a ragged breath.

The situation took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye:

Suddenly, one of the man's accomplices held his arms behind him while the other began landing sucker punches to his abdomen and chest. Druig was just standing there, his hands behind his back and you didn't need anything else to know that it was his doing. Although you weren't fond of him committing violence, you knew better than to start a fight about that - he was just one of those people who did whatever they set their mind to. The first time he needlessly escalated a situation like that, you were left completely baffled, never expecting such a collected man to have it in him. As time went by and you got to know Druig better, you realized it wasn't that there was some restless malice sitting deep in his viscera. The fact was that he cared, more than you were capable of imagining, maybe even more than he was letting himself feel. Perhaps there was a moment when the amount of affection and worry he had for you was simply overwhelming and he knew no other way to express it; like his body was experiencing such gut-wrenching sorrow or love that it turned to violence to hopefully get rid of the source of those unbearable sensations.

After a good few minutes of relentless punching, the man was basically hanging on his arms that were still tightly held by his, now zombie-like, friend. With a chilling calmness in his step, Druig approached the panting, groaning man. He leaned down to the man's face, their noses nearly touching. The audacious guy moved his face away from Druig in fear.

"Where's ya humour, lad?" Druig asked with mockery spilling out of each spoken word. He was staring at the frightened face of the once too-bold man, basking in his pathetic desperation. "Don't you dare talk to her like that," he whispered to the man. He patted the guy's cheek condescendingly before walking away.

Druig's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His warm hand ghosted over your hip. You felt his lips place a long kiss on your head before he spoke:

"So where were we going?"

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[farfromharry]

. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ . 3k blurb week ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

in honour of hitting 3k and it being my birthday next week, i wanted to do my first blurb thingy in a while!!

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what i’m writing:

send in mainly fluff but i’m okay with angst and comfort requests but please read through my guidelines before sending anything in!

you can use any of my own prompts, dialogue or dad prompts. or any of these other prompts lists: kisses, hugs, physical intamacy

who i’m writing for:

tom holland (dad!au, college!au/uni!au, mob!au, ceo!au, professor!au, prince!au, roommate!au, boxer!au, lifeguard!au, bartender!au, koh!au)

peter parker (dad!au, college!au, villain!au)

arvin russell (dad!au)

harry holland (dad!au, college!au/uni!au, prince!au, roommate!au)

harrison osterfield (dad!au, college!au/uni!au, mob!au, ceo!au, prince!au)

michelle jones (mom!au, college!au)

bucky barnes (dad!au)

dylan o’brien (dad!au, roommate!au, college!au)

stiles stilinski (dad!au, college!au, roommate!au)

druig (dad!au)

send in requests!!

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#not gonna start posting them until like tuesday or something #just want to get stuff ready and things :) #tom holland #harrison osterfield #peter parker #arvin russell #druig #dylan o’brien #stiles stilinski

[softquietsteadylove]

What about 'You doesn't believe in love not until you met someone' trope? I'd love to see Gilgamesh as that someone who doesn't believe in love and Thena being the someone that made him believe in love (I've read the mob boss x secretary au and I loved it, I just loved the idea of everything turning around this time).

Gil doesn't really believe in love. Not that he doesn't believe it exists at all--that would be ridiculous. But he's not sure he really believes it's for him.

He might have considered himself a romantic at some point in his life. He's always liked cooking, some other kind of artsy things. He might have once imagined he'd be a great cook, maybe have someone special with whom to share his talents and ideas.

But, well...life. It happens, it stretches out, it gets in the way of things and ideas once imagined. Like when he learns that his father is actually a piece of garbage who only thinks of his wife and own children as tokens in his business pursuits. Or when his sister's husband up and leaves without a word to any of them.

Things like that might have led Gil to believe that love isn't what he once he thought.

But Gil is fine with the idea that he's going to be alone. He likes people just fine, he still gets out enough, still talks to people at his job with the bakery. And the early mornings are soothing, just him and the bread and the ovens. Sometimes he makes himself some eggs.

He just doesn't think love is for him.

"Y'ever considered givin' it a chance, though?" Druig asks him one day during his apprenticeship. He's ready to start baking himself any day now, but he's dragging his feet about it. Gil thinks it's because there's some girl he likes who comes in close to closing time everyday, and if he has to start getting up at 3 or 4 in the morning then he'll be done before she comes in.

"Not you too," Gil grumbles, slipping the croissants away to proof before he throws them in the ovens for tomorrow.

"What can I say?" Druig shrugs in his own measly defense. "It's that time'a year."

Yes, and Gil does not need reminding of it. It's already awful that the bakery walls have little heart decorations and all the icing on the cakes is pink and there are sprinkles and it all makes him sick.

"Brighten up, mate," Druig nudges him a little more gently on his way to the walk-in. "You'll scare away the public at this rate."

Gil sighs. Maybe he has a point. Maybe he's starting to become a real prick about it. Maybe he's let it be such a part of him for so long that he's just stubbornly making it a part of his life at this point.

He just doesn't think love is for him.

"Hello?"

Gil goes out to the front, surprised to see not just Druig's 'beautiful, beautiful Makkari' but another woman as well. He raises his brows at both of them. The taller one - with hair like powdered sugar - just stares right back at him. He looks at Makkari. Druig?

She blushes but nods. Gil holds up the counter for her to go back and visit with him, but she looks at her friend.

"I'll wait," Blondie says, although she doesn't sound entirely enthused about it. Maybe she's also had to suffer their insipid sweet talk and canoodling.

Makkari elbows her and tugs at her beige trench coat. She looks between them before giving Blondie a pointed look. Talk.

Bondie sighs but nods, letting Makkari scurry behind the counter and to go giggle with Druig in the back.

"You, uh," Gil closes the counter again and tugs at his apron, "want something?"

She meets his eye. She isn't even actively glaring, she just has eyes so intense he feels like the air pressure around him has changed. They're a beautiful colour, he has to admit. "Do you have anything not valentine's day themed?"

"Mm," Gil purses his lips and rubs at the hair on his chin. He knows for a fact that all of the pastries on display are specifically valentine's themed. He looks up at the shelves behind him. "You like brown bread?"

She smiles, and he has to admit it's a nice smile. "Thanks for trying."

"I'm not really the one responsible for," he gestures to the pastry case full to the brim with white and pink and red and sprinkles, "this. I don't blame you."

"I suppose it's unavoidable," she concedes, unfolding her stiff posture and drifting closer to the brightly lit case. Her eyes travel over the display. "Is it so much to ask it be confined to the day itself? I might even be able to tolerate it if it were one day instead of two solid weeks."

"Hey, I agree," Gil snorts, leaning on the top of the counter lazily. It's not exactly a shining example of customer service, but he has a feeling she won't complain. "But you know what people are like about this stuff."

"Indeed." She finishes her examination of the sweets and looks up again. Her eyes dash to the back hall, but Makkari is still back there with her own sweet. She looks at Gil again, "Thena, by the way."

"What, like the goddess of war?" he asks, and is met with only the most serious of nods. It kind of suits her, though, he thinks. His eyes travel over her.

"Exactly so," she raises a brow, as if to ask him if he has a problem with her name being what it is.

"It's quite a name," he comments neutrally. "But mine's Gilgamesh, so I can't really talk any shit."

"I suppose not," she tilts her head at him. "You're not how I imagined."

"And how's that?" he asks, slumping against the counter again. He might as well talk to her while Druig and Makkari are having their little moment.

"Kari described her little gremlin back there," Thena nods her head in their general direction. "And his coworker--a big guy, she said. Thinks he's intimidating but has a heart of gold?"

"Well, I could still have a heart of gold, you don't know."

"Do you?"

"No, but you don't know that."

Thena lets out a laugh, and it's a nice laugh, he has to admit. "You know, I bet it's pretty golden."

"You think?" he frowns. He certainly doesn't think he presents as some gentle giant. If anything, maybe he goes out of his way to be as unfriendly as his job with allow. It keeps him from having to talk to people more than necessary.

Thena keeps smiling at him, though, and it does something to him. He likes it. "I think you make a good show of having a tough outside. But I'm willing to bet that you're quite the softie."

That's rich, coming from a woman who looks like a sunbeam in human form. He turns his frown into a scowl, "what makes you say that?"

She raises a brow at him again, and his stupid little heart starts arguing with his big dumb brain. "You've been letting Makkari come in for weeks now, always close to when you're trying to close, always letting her distract Druig while you shut things down by yourself?"

Gil is shocked. Sure, everything she's said is technically correct. But...well, just because he doesn't think love is for him, doesn't mean he would get in the way of Druig's chance at happiness.

Thena leans against the counter, getting up on her toes to lean closer to him. "She's going to ask him out today. I'm here for moral support."

Gil is still shocked. What feels like a lifetime of declaring that romance is overrated, and this woman sees right through him after knowing him for ten minutes.

"I'm not sure why I agreed to it," Thena sighs, although her smile still hasn't left. If anything, it grows wider and brighter. It's one hell of a smile. "Maybe I have some romanticism left in me."

Maybe love is for him.

#I hope you like it! #this was an interesting one #I've always kind of wondered #how to make their sunshine/sunshine protector dynamic #work in the reverse #I've always believed that a core of canon Thenamesh #is that Gil understands her so easily #he knows that she's not a people person #but she's also a sweetheart #I wanted that to come through at least a little bit #in this one #Poor Gil has seen so much failed romance #it got beat out of him #but he's still a sweetie deep down #because he's still Gilgamesh #and on the other hand #Thena doesn't say she's a romantic #but she's seen love in other people #and admires it about them #whether she thinks she'll find it for herself or not #and then #there's Gil #he's going to start baking things in heart shapes #and Druig is going to ask if he's had a stroke

[always-and-forever-pan]

Double standards in the MCU?

I don't know if it's just Tiktok fans but I've been seeing a lot of "double standards in the MCU" posts but I feel like y'all missing some really big points on the issue. Like yeah the MCU does have double standards, in its directors, its actors, it’s scripts, it’s promotion and creation of minority driven movies, and its fan base. But not entirely for the reason y’all are saying.

I see a lot of “Fans love males, hate females” but I never seen anyone actually looking into the differences of their actions. The actions are just looked at on a surface level and dismissed. But we have HOW many movies giving us depth and backstory that needs to be considered for it too.

* Tony: people forgive Tony's actions because they are a result of Abuse, neglect, addiction, and mental illness. Yes Tony was a narcissist and a piece of shit when we first met him. Yes, what consequences he did face are not enough for what we know he actually did/ willingly had a hand in doing. But when confronted with the truth that his complacency and ignorance was hurting innocent people he made efforts to change. No he is not evil for making weapons because he only willingly sold them the the USA government. Yes there needed to be an inquest and consequences for his wilful ignorance in his business partner being able to sell under the table and we didn’t get that.

* Barton: Yes he was a murderer, a serial killer, an assassin and then when convenient for him he buried the truth of Ronin and pretended like it didn't happen. No he should not be allowed to go free. But Barton kept those criminal actions to the crime world. He wasn't hurting innocents, he was going after Mobs, Mafias, murderers and the like. So yeah, his actions are HORRIFIC, but not as bad as they could have been. (And no, I don’t particularly like Barton in the MCU mostly because until his show there was no character development too like)

* Loki: I'm a Loki fan and I do believe that he is so easily forgiven because he's attractive. But the main point I see being raised against him is the New York invasion. You have to remember that he was being mind controlled by Thanos/ his forces during that time. Yes we know Loki had some sort of agency in order to deliberately botch the invasion and make it possible for the hero's to win. Yes Loki should have faced repercussions for that. Yes it is really horrific to think about. No I don't believe a luxury jail cell was repercussions enough. HOWEVER because of the mind control there should have been a diminished capacity allowance made clear.

* Carol: All the posts I’ve seen are claiming she’s arrogant and cocky as if it’s a bad thing. But Danvers is an intergalactic warrior, she was a air woman at a time when she would have been constantly ridiculed. If she wasn’t wearing arrogance and pride as armour she would have never survived. ALSO: She deserves to be! Danvers did boss ass things and should be celebrated BECAUSE of those traits. And YES I do believe there is a double standard in her treatment both by fans (Predominantly male because the females seem to love her) and by the writers but its not in the way the Tiktok fans seem to want to make it.

* Wanda: I’m a comics fan of her character (What little I have seen at least) but I’m not an MCU fan. They introduced us to her character by making her an adult aged VOLUNTEER for Neo-Nazi human experimentation, then she joins a GENOCIDAL ROBOT only switching sides when she realises she will be killed as well. She deliberately goes out of her way to cause harm to a non-combatant civilian population by proxy. And yes, she fights with the good guys and it is heart breaking that Pietro died at the end of that movie, but personal loss and fighting to ensure you own survival does not excuse terrorist actions/ being complacent with terrorist actions. 

---> I also see a lot of posts saying that what Wanda did in Westview was the same as what Loki did in Avengers or what Druig did in Eternals. And in some ways I agree, all mind raped people, and forced their will and beliefs on a group. BUT! Loki had a diminished capacity due to the control over his own mind, that does not mean he has no fault, just less. Druig took control to stop violence/ have the human successfully protect each other, and while forcing ones own will on people will always be bad I do believe we can agree that doing so to STOP violence is comparatively less bad. 

But Wanda, however accidental, took control for a selfish reason. She WANTED the life she had envisioned, yes it was a mental breakdown and driven from grief and so I personally believe that she should not be held accountable for the initial action given its accidental nature. BUT she continued to maintain and manipulate that control throughout her show. We’re shown several times that she is fully conscious of her actions (The drone becoming a helicopter, rewinding the hazmat suit/ bee keeper suit guy, exiting the hex to warn SWORD away and then entering again, evicting Monica, and so on) which means she simply didn’t WANT to give up that control. SURE, maybe she didn’t know how people where suffering with her in their minds, maybe she didn’t clue on to the fact that she’d locked kids away other than when she wanted them, maybe she didn’t know that stuff. BUT she still did it, she still grew the hex and took others into that position, she didn’t care to know meaning wilful ignorance. So while I’ll take a diminished capacity in consequences I will not accept the idea that she is innocent. (And that makes me mad because I WANT to like her)

#MCU #Marvel MCU #wanda maximoff #druig eternals #loki #carol danvers #tony stark #double standard much? #double standards #yall dont get that you can't consider actions without considering meaning #is the new aged fandom really so toxic? #is it me? am i the drama? #marvel #Marvel has bad screen writing #marvel is the most inconsistent media I have ever seen