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summary: dinner with the Avengers gets unexpectedly cut short

“Uh… Mr. Corpus, sir?” Peter looks up from where he’s working on his homework, watching as you swirl his LEGOS in the air. They click into place, quickly forming some version of the Titanic but the colors are off. They release from their form and swirl in the air again as you look at him, your fingers held in a cupping motion. He looks away for a second, fiddling with his pencil. “Do you know what happened on July 14th, 1789?”

“Storming of the Bastille,” You answer without thinking too much about it. “Very important moment in the French Revolution; Bastille was a prison that many aristocrats preferred to go to because it was a very… relaxed prison. Almost a thousand people surrounded the prisons, cannons, and gunpowder ready. They were afraid the King was going to arrest the new National Assembly. They were also wanting to fortify the prison, crime was horrid those days.” As you speak, Peter writes it down. He has no use for fact-checking you, you’re the Avengers history nerd.

“Thank you,” He smiled and flipped to the next page. You nod, returning to your LEGOS and recreating the prison. It spins around and you look into the box of loose legos, using random pieces to create canons around it.

Living with the Avengers was far from the plan you had set in your head when you finally broke away from your family. You didn’t want nor need a team of people to boss you around again but this was the easiest way to ensure the world was safe. At the top of the world, nothing was hidden.

At least to you.

You look at the other Avengers who’d found themselves a spot in the common area, blissfully unaware of the truth. They think they know it all, there’s nothing they don’t know. Anything and everything that happens on Earth— they’ll know it. And they’ll stop it.

God, they were so fucking wrong.

Sinking into your seat, your eyes drift off to the woods that surround the compound. They’re smaller but denser than the forest you’re used to back home, which reminds you that you ought to visit soon. It’s been almost a year since you’ve last been there and you’re sure you’re being missed day and night.

And you miss it, too, of course. The dreams cannot replace reality.

“Hey, Chronicle,” Tony calls and you look over to him. He lifts his cup to point towards the TV and you see you’re up for the next match of Mortal Kombat. Pulling yourself to sit next to Sam, you take the controller from Natasha and pick your character. Sam picks his and the round begins, you end up winning but that’s almost entirely due to the fact that for some odd reason, Sam could not have a steady grip on his controller.

“He always cheats!” Sam points to you as you hand the controller to Tony. “Nah- nah, get the power blockers! I want a rematch!” He demands but everyone knows that for some stupid reason, it doesn’t work on you.

“It’s okay, butterfingers,” You tell him, patting his shoulder as you return to your spot creating LEGOS. “I know you're getting all hot and bothered around me.” Sam closes his eyes, telling Bucky that he’s about to send you away and you offer an amused smile.

The place settles down after that, you end up losing in the game because you had a long-standing promise with Bucky that you wouldn’t use your powers on him unless it was necessary. Some type of PTSD you didn’t care to dive into. All that mattered was that Bucky absolutely murked your character and Sam was cheering the entire time.

Dinner rolls around and you agree to make something quick, but with how much everyone eats even a quick meal takes an hour with how much needs to be made. Thankfully, the kitchen has four ovens for that exact reason. Seven lasagna and garlic breads later, dinner is served and everyone is eating around a table.

Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Peter each got their own pans. Although, Thor needed another and you’re glad you made seven because the remaining two were just enough for the rest of you with normal appetites.

Midway through your slice, you feel a certain tug in your mind and smile, doing your best to not look away from your food. It’s a tug you’ve grown to love and adore, and it’s more than welcome to invade your mind.

What’re you eatin’ tonight? Druig asked, his soft voice mulling over the voices around you.

Lasagna, the recipe I showed you. You answer, grabbing your cup of juice to hide your smile. You?

Soup. He replies. Arishem, I miss your cooking. You laugh, although you manage to keep it silent.

I’m planning my next return, just have to make sure there’s nothing coming up here.

Good, I cannot go another month without you, my love.

Neither can I. You look up, seeing everyone is looking at you. One moment, darling. Like a phone call, you put the connection on hold and clear your throat.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You ask, setting your cup down.

“Peter was asking for the recipe,” Wanda says, offering the kid a smile when you look at him.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” You nod. “Remind me later.” He nods and everyone slowly goes back to their conversations and you take Druig off of hold.

You have to stop letting your mind wander. He teases and you roll your eyes, finishing up the last of your food.

Only to thoughts of you. You reply and he makes an ohh sound. Not in that way. You add, leaving the table with a simple see you later.

One amazing thing about the compound is the fucking dishwasher, it’s honestly a lifesaver.

I do not need a dishwasher. Druig says as you close the door to the washer.

You don’t have electricity, you cannot have one. He takes the reminder with a grain of salt and your conversation continues well into the night. Eventually, he falls asleep and you allow yourself to as well.

—

One thing you absolutely dread about living with the others is the fact that whenever someone who’s not Tony or Peter is there, they insist on working out at the crack of dawn.

You’re awake at four in the morning, several hours before you normally do, and have only managed to get two hours of sleep so you’re more than annoyed when Thor makes an announcement over every single speaker in the house.

Begrudgingly, you get prepared for the workout and join Sam for the pre-workout smoothie. He makes the best ones, Steve just eats it dry and Bucky cannot make it taste good for the life of him. The others don’t take any before their workouts so it’s just the four of you drinking (and eating scoops of protein powder) before you head up to the gym.

Workouts with the Avengers last for hours, although Tony taps out two hours in, Peter had to get ready for school, and Clint wanted to finally go home soon after. Sam is the next to go, he’s beyond tired three hours in and chooses to watch everyone instead.

You’re on your ass as Natasha flips you over, the wind knocks out your chest as you land on the padding. She stands over you, her weapon tossed to the ground and you twitch your fingers. It flies through the air and knocks her backward as you pull yourself up.

“Cheater,” She teases as you twirl her stick in the air with a shrug. “Mama never taught you to play nice with friends?” Dropping the stick into your hands, you swing and she ducks. This continues for a while until you have her pinned down— albeit using your powers but it was getting a little tiring using your arms.

Training ends with five laps around the compound— which only Thor, Steve, and Bucky actually completed. You gave up after two and Natasha got through three and a half. You were many things, a try hard was not one of them.

Cleaning up, you head to the common area to find something to watch.

There’s a lot to which, with Tony having every single streaming service possible, but you eventually settle on some show Peter had recommended.

“Dinner is ready!” Tony calls and for the first time since you started the show, you look away from the screen. It’s dark outside and you were well into the show… that's a little embarrassing. “C’mon, Matilda!” He calls when you’re not moving fast enough.

“Shut up, white man,” You grumble, pausing the show and heading to the others. Peter is back for the weekend but Clint stayed with his family.

Dinner is a large order of pizza, boxes piled up on the table and the super eaters take theirs before everyone else takes their slices. Tonight you’re able to engage with them completely uninterrupted and come to think of it, you’d gone the entire day without talking to Druig.

You couldn’t feel him in your mind, either. Normally there’s a small feeling when you focus, letting you know he was there but today he wasn’t.

Sighing, you decide not to dwell on it just yet. He’s gone through periods where he doesn’t want to talk before, the longest being a week. You’d give him two days before you stole a jet to go and see him.

“Unknown subjects approaching the compound,” FRIDAY says midway through dinner. “Unknown mass in the air approaching at rapid speeds, engage?” He’s basically buzzing to use the systems defense system.

“Describe the mass,” Tony says, afraid FRIDAY is alerting them of another bird. It’s happened at least six times already.

“A large black triangle with unknown carvings on it, approaching in approximately five seconds,” FRIDAY says and you take that time to think about it. It sounds familiar and as you’re rushing out with the others to find out what the fuck it is, it clicks. The Domo.

“Holy shit!” Peter gasps when he sees the Domo hovering above the field in front of the compound. There’s a couple flashes of light and you rush over to where they’re going to be landing while the others remain a good distance away. You’re glad for their sake that they aren’t a shoot-first ask-questions-later type of group.

“(Y/n), do not engage!” Tony shouts, stopping the others from going after you. You ignore him, stopping exactly two steps ahead of where you know they will land in a couple of seconds. The others are calling for you to get back— Sam is sure it’s some type of alien and he tells Bucky he’s always right about the people they have to fight. You tune them out, watching as the light shoots down completely from the Domo and as it falls to the ground.

Druig is the first to land and wastes no time in his arms wrapping around your waist and you hold his face. He looks at you with these puppy dog eyes, a smile creeping up on his face and you dip your head down.

Kissing him, one of his hands grabs the back of your neck, deepening it. You move one of your hands down to his belt loops and hold him. He laughs into the kiss but neither of you pulls away. You hear a gag but it’s clearly from Sprite so you ignore it.

“I didn’t need to see that!” Sprite groans as she lands. “They’re worse than you and Dane.” She tells Sersi as you pull away from the kiss. But just slightly, you can still feel his lips on yours and you carefully rub his cheek.

“Hello, beautiful,” He mutters against your lips.

“Hey,” You mutter back, going in for another kiss but Phastos pulls the two of you away.

“Dude!” You whine as he holds your collar and drags you across the lawn until you’re more than an arm's distance from Druig. “Let me kiss my fuckin’ husband!” Druig smiles and you wink, finally getting put back on your feet.

“Did he say, husband?” Natasha whispers to Tony who blankly nods.

“You can kiss when we’re done here,” Ikaris says, floating down from the Domo.

“You’re not the only one who can fly, asshole,” You tease, rising to his level. “But yeah; whatever. Why're all— most of you here?” You correct yourself, seeing that Ajak and Gilgamesh aren’t with the others.

“Aren’t you and Gilg a package dead?” You ask Thena and that seems to be the wrong question to as everyone looks sad. Lowering yourself to the ground, you look between everyone. “What’s going on?” You slowly ask, looking at Druig as he walks up to you.

“Ajak and Gilgamesh are dead,” He says as he holds your hand. “Killed by deviants; they're back.” He softly adds.

“There’s some more stuff,” Sersi steps forward, her hand on Thena’s shoulder. “We’ll explain everything in the Domo but we need to go now.”

“Now— like, right this second now?” You ask and she nods. Looking at your team, you sigh and look back to the others. “Give me a second.” They nod and you rush over to the others.

“I’ll be back, I just— I’ll explain when I get back.” You tell them, giving everyone a once over. “Um… yeah, see you!”

“No way,” Tony says as he grabs your arm before you can go too far. “You aren’t just up and leaving like that! Where are you going? Who are they?”

“We’re on a bit of a time crunch!” Kingo shouts and you sigh, apologizing to Tony before removing his hand with your powers.

“I’ll explain when I get back, I promise!”

—

Sitting on the beach, you look over at Druig who’s already looking at you rather than the very large golden hand sticking out from the sea.

“I should’ve stayed with you,” You whisper, a frown forming on your face. “If I hadn’t been with the Avengers Gilgamesh would be alive, I could’ve stopped Ikarus long before this became such an issue.” Looking back to the water, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Don't think like tha’,” Druig replies in the same whisper, brushing hair from your face. “You were doin’ your best, you joined that stupid team to help people. No one could’ve seen this comin’, darlin.” He wraps his arm around you and lays his head on top of yours. He glances at your red and gold suit, tracing the shapes that he’s traced for centuries before as the waves roll in.

You stare at the crashing waves, your eyes drifting to and from the head and hand every so often. There are so many thoughts running through your mind. You’ve lost three friends, you look at Sprite and while the others might be able to forgive her you can’t.

Sure, she looks like a child but she was… born at the same time everyone else was. She grew as everyone else grew, despite how it looked from the outside. You can’t look past the betrayal, no matter the reason.

Then there’s Kingo, who you weren’t too sure about either. You’d always fought, no matter how dire the situation seemed. You fought and you fought together. And he ran. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“I can still hear your thoughts,” Druig whispers. “Mind if I change those thoughts?” You hum, and move your head from his shoulder. His head moves back before it moves forward, his lips finding a home between yours. They’re dry, but you don’t doubt yours are either. And probably taste of sand just as his taste like volcanic ash. He smiles, glad your mind has drifted to other topics and you pull him on top of you.

“Do not fuck on the beach,” Phastos grumbles. You pull away and tilt your head back to grin at him. Druig doesn’t pay him much mind, letting his eyes and hands wander your body. Although that’s probably to just annoy Phastos even more.

“You’re such a cockblock, y’know that right?” He rolls his eyes and joins the others several yards away.

“We should head back, though.” You tell Druig, squeezing his arms. He looks at your face, and you stare at his blue eyes. God, they’re really fucking blue.

“They’ve always been blue,” His lips quirked into a smile and you shove his face away from you before bringing the two of you to your feet.

“I know you want to go to space and like… save the others out there…” You start as the two of you walk back to the group.

“But you don’t?” He finishes and you sigh. “Can I ask why?”

“I like it here,” You shrug. “I’ve built a life and I get to play with LEGOS and cheat during game night…”

“You’re afraid of space.”

“I’m afraid of space.” You concede and he lets out a small laugh before his face softens.

“We don’t have to go anywhere, darling. Right here is perfect.”

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heliads · 1 year

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Hey hey Lisaa!!💓 Hope you're having a great day!! Here I am with the promised angst prompt for Marvel's Eternals. It's a Druig x reader (I love him with makkari but this needs to be off my chest). Let's think that after some time of leading his community in the Amazon, Druig needed a break so he visited some place new where he met reader. Reader (around 20-21 years of age) and Druig fell in love and stayed together for about I don't know, maybe 5 years or so. Reader knew who he really was, but had no idea of the existence of his community. Druig left one morning without any words and never came back. It ruined reader, but eventually they moved on, found someone else, maybe even had a kid.

After 10-15 years (the timeline of reader's life, them moving on and so), Druig comes back as if nothing happened. He went to check things over in the Amazon and to prepare for reader's arrival, cause he planned to take them there. Being an eternal, 10-15 years mean nothing to him, it's like a month passed by. So, imagine his shock when he sees somebody kissing reader. Somebody who lives in their house. In his place.

Reader and Druig have a fight based on these prompts:

"I've moved on."

"I used to daydream about us. But now it's too late."

"Don't you want to know what could have been? If you had asked me this years ago, I would have said yes."

The ending as usual it's up to you, but these prompts kinda make the ending clear. It's not going to be happy:))) Tear my soul apart Lisa. I want to cry my eyes out. Thank you lovely!!! Remember to change what you don't like!!❤️❤️

omg i love eternals and i love angst. the perfect combination

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You are alone when you see him for the first time. Sitting there in the bending shadows of the trees, he looks like he could be a young man, about your age if not a month or two older. Later, you’ll learn that he’s far beyond your own mortal lifespan, but at that first moment of contact, you had no idea. You didn’t know a lot of things about the young man in the forest, least of all how much you would grow to know about him. Decades in the future, if you had been presented with the chance to change any moment in your life, you would think about altering this day the most.

You have no idea of how much he would haunt you, though, so on this particular afternoon, you do not heed the whispering in the woods and you draw closer to the young man. You’d been passing through the forest when you’d seen him. He had tripped over a tree root, then started glowering at the tangled mass of aged wood as if he hadn’t expected it there. This particular oak is one of the eldest growths in the area, but he still furrowed his brow like it had been moved there recently just to spite him.

You had paused by him as you passed. You had thought to offer him a hand up, but the immediate spark in his blue eyes warned you otherwise. This is not the sort of man who takes kindly to kindness. He’ll cut to the bone when he needs some entertainment, and you are certainly not to ruin him of his fun by being polite of all things.

So you retract your hand and your good intentions, choosing instead to offer him a smirking sort of smile. “Everything alright there?”

The man redirects his glare from the offending oak to you. “Just peachy. I always chose to spend my evenings on the ground as opposed to anywhere else.”

Far from taking insult at his tone, you find it within yourself to laugh. “Figured I’d check anyway. Newcomers to the area get lost often, do you need directions?”

The young man bristles even more than before, if possible. “I’m not a newcomer.”

He says it with all the irritation he can pack into the few short syllables. From the way he carries himself, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been here longer than you. Maybe longer than anyone, dead, alive, or otherwise.

You nod once, feigning solemnity. “Alright, then. You tripped on purpose and you’re lost on purpose, too. I’ll stop asking questions.”

Something almost like a smile appears on his face. The corners of lips are fighting a losing battle to stay pinned down. “Good. You’re a quick learner, I appreciate that.”

You take one for the team and grin. “Oh, I pride myself on it.”

The young man picks himself up from the ground at last, brushing his hands off on his navy attire.

You jerk your chin towards the direction you’re heading. “Coming?”

He cocks his head to the side, curious, and you explain yourself. “I assume you’re going to be following me out of the forest anyway. You might as well save yourself the trouble of trying to skulk along in the background and just join me.”

This time he does smile for real. “Like I said,” he muses, “a quick learner indeed. Although I have to tell you that skulking is one of my favorite activities.”

“Feel free to do so if you please, then,” you say, “either way is fine with me.”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ll stay.”

And he does. The young man follows you out of the shadows of the woods and into the bright air of the surrounding town. He walks by your side until you reach your house, then heads inside when you invite him in. He stays the night, then the next day, then the next. Soon enough, you don’t ever want him to leave.

You learn quite a bit about him. He goes by the name of Druig, although he’s responded to many others before and likely will again. You weren’t wrong about the vibe you got in the forest, the one that he’d been here quite a long time. As it turns out, Druig was stopping by your town for a quick break from his usual life. He’d been here before, yes, but about a couple centuries earlier, not the few years you’d been expecting.

You weren’t anticipating an immortal to become your new roommate, but you can’t say you mind. You and Druig exchange quick retorts and hidden smiles like playing cards. He soon becomes your favorite gamble, and you have long since been his. Every night, Druig says that he’ll be leaving the next morning, and every morning, he stays. Next time, he swears he’ll go. Next time. Always one more night.

Soon enough, he stops saying it completely. You certainly have no issue with it. He’s growing on you, you can admit that easily. He makes you feel like you’re the greatest person in the world, and seeing as Druig has seen quite a bit of the planet for quite some time, the fact that he stays with you time and time again has to mean something.

It feels completely predictable when you finally fall in love with him. Druig sees you like no one else, how could you not love him? The surprise was when he fell in love with you. A thousand lifetimes he has led, a million people and more he has met, and throughout all of that, he wants you more than any other. Druig swears that you are the only one for him, and although it seemed impossible at the beginning, you finally think that it might be true.

It just feels right, that’s all. This is the way your story was always supposed to go. It was written in the stars from the moment you met him in that forest. There was no other path that you could have taken, no other choice that you could have made. In any other lifetime or universe, you would always meet Druig, you would always fall in love with him, and he would always leave you.

That is what happens when you try to convince an Eternal to lay aside their old life, after all. Druig only came to your town by accident, looking for a passing whimsy to fill his time. He hadn’t intended on finding you, but he did. He loved what he discovered in you enough to stay for five years or so, and when that time was up, Druig looked around and realized that he had a thousand other things he’d rather be doing and abandoned you.

That’s what you think, at least. In truth, you have nothing to fill your mind but endless theories. When it comes down to it, Druig gave you no sort of explanation, nothing even so solid as a goodbye. One night he was there, the next he was gone. It was just like those promises of your initial months, but this time it was real and this time you didn’t even have that familiar phrase to remind you that this was never permanent.

Some part of you had always known that your relationship with Druig would be nothing if not temporary, but the painful truth is that it was so wonderful to love him that you managed to convince yourself otherwise. He made it easy to forget he ever wanted to do anything but love you. If you fell for it, well, that’s on you. Druig made his choice, and at long last, you’re going to have to say yours.

One day after he leaves, maybe weeks or months or even years later, you walk to the forest where you met him. You can still find that old oak, and when you look up at it, you curse it for tripping him up and making him fall into your path. You could have walked right by and never hurt yourself this much. What a life you could have led.

At the same time, meeting Druig was one of the best things you ever did. He changed you forever, even if you don’t want to admit it. You are different now, different in a way that you will never be able to reverse. Some days, you’ll curse that, but you think overall you’ll be able to accept it.

You breathe in and out slowly, then turn around and walk back to your town. Druig has left in the middle of the story, but you’re taking yourself out too. Your time with him is done, your memories complete in the past. What’s done is done, and at last, you are free of his hold on you.

…

Druig feels excited to come back. He had a dream a while ago in which his life was not just good but great. It took him a while to figure out what he could change to chase that perfection, and then it hit him. Sometimes, humans can be a little too unpredictable. They don’t go where you want them to go, they argue and fight when they could just be calm.

That’s why he’s made his community in the Amazon. It’s quieter there. The people get along. He sees to it that they do. The environment is beautiful around them, and everyone does their best to help it grow. It is the perfect place for anyone to live. It is the perfect place to start a family.

Druig has never been sure of love in the past. After much careful consideration, though, he thinks he’s found it in Y/N L/N. He didn’t count on her being such an important part of his life, but yes, she is now. He’s been fixing up his place in the Amazon and it’s finally ready. All that is left to do is to bring her over.

He takes the long way around to her corner of the earth, breathing in the brisk air of the sea and thinking of her. It is nothing to take his time; time is all that he has ever known. What he did not count on is that she might not have the same grasp on the quickly passing years as he does.

When Druig arrives at the town, he has to take a minute or two to re-orient himself. Streets have sprung up out of nowhere, buildings have been demolished or improved until they’re almost nothing like what he remembers. Y/N doesn’t live in the same place as she used to, but after asking around, Druig is able to locate her new residence without difficulty. He feels mildly peeved that she hadn’t told him she was moving, but then again, he can admit that there would be no real way for her to let him know.

He springs up the steps to her house, knocking smartly on the door before rocking back on his heels and waiting. She takes her time in approaching, and when she swings open the door at last, she has to use the better part of five minutes to collect herself.

“Druig,” she manages to breathe at last.

He nods. He’s smiling again; he usually doesn’t, but something about her has always made him lose that bit of his self-control.

“Y/N,” he replies.

They’ve always been happy to poke fun at each other, so he’s expecting her to laugh along at him mirroring her words, but for some reason Y/N just looks shell-shocked.

“What are you doing?” She asks at last.

Druig frowns. Admittedly, he had been hoping that she’d be at least a little bit happier to see him. He’s gone to all this trouble of fixing up the Amazon for her, she might as well be pleased about it.

“I’ve been busy making a place for us to live,” he says, “how soon can you leave?”

Y/N looks even more stunned, if possible. “Leave? What are you talking about?”

Druig spreads his hands. “We talked about having a life somewhere else, remember? Somewhere exciting. Well, I’ve found it. You shouldn’t have to pack much, I have everything we could need.”

Y/N shakes her head slowly. “Druig, I can’t leave. Not with–”

She cuts herself off quickly, but Druig hears what she didn’t say. Not with you.

He doesn’t like where this is going. “Why not?”

Y/N lets out this incredulous sort of laugh. “Why not? Druig, you were gone fifteen years. You can’t just show up out of nowhere and expect me to go with you.”

Druig lifts a shoulder. “It was only fifteen years.”

That’s not much, all things considered, but from the way Y/N’s staring at him, he could have stayed away fifteen centuries.

She takes a moment to control herself, then continues. “Look, I can’t go with you. I’ve moved on.”

Druig feels as if the world has turned upside down. “You’ve what? You didn’t wait for me?”

“I did,” Y/N murmurs, “I did for years and years, but you never showed up. I used to daydream about the day you’d show up again and take me away from everything, but it’s too late now.”

Druig has spent century after century studying humanity, but he feels as if he can’t understand a thing she’s saying. “I don’t get it. I’m here right now. We could go.”

She presses her hands together, trying to find the right words to say to adequately make up for everything. “Do you know the worst part? Worse than the fact that you’ll never get why I can’t go with you. I would have, if you had just told me that this was your plan. If you had asked me this years ago, I would have said yes. I would have said yes a thousand times, but you left and never came back until now.”

“What’s stopping you?” He asks desperately.

Y/N holds up her left hand as an explanation, and suddenly Druig sees it. She’s got an engagement ring on her finger. Immediately, Druig wants to say that it’s the wrong ring. He would have given her a better stone, something perfect. It hits him then that she doesn’t want perfection, because perfection was him and he left. All Y/N wants is to be happy, but that is not Druig. Perhaps it never has been.

He lets out a tired sigh, the weight of millennia pressing in at his lungs. “The Y/N I used to know would have waited. What happened to her?”

“I was a girl when you left me,” Y/N hisses, “a girl, and I thought the world of you. I am nothing like the girl you left. You’re the only one who hasn’t changed, Druig. You’re still just as sharp as ever.”

Druig doesn’t miss how she spits out that last word. Sharp, yes, that’s him. Cold and cutting, the blade that refuses to rust. He never minded it before, but now he does. Oh, he does.

The older parts of his brain are taking over now, forcing him back into autopilot. Already, his spine is stiffening, the last parts of him that had dared to feel something locking back into endless nothingness.

“I’ll go, then,” he whispers, “I hope you enjoy your life.”

He says it genuinely, but judging from the look on Y/N’s face, he might as well have sworn at her. Druig turns around before she can say anything to cause him more grief, and forces himself to never look back. A thousand thoughts are spinning around in his head, and when he looks up, he’s in the forest where they first met.

Or, he’s in the place that used to be the forest. Most of it has been cleared away to make space for new housing. A few straggling saplings still remain, but everything else is empty space. Druig walks until he is in the exact same place where he first found the girl he loves. The tree has been cut down. All he gave her is gone.

He does not know how long he stays there. It’s a penance of sorts, a reminder of what he’s lost. He was never made for this sort of life– mortal, fleeting, requiring all of his time and attention– and this just reminds him of it once and for all. What they had together has vanished, disappeared beneath the folds of time. It’s not her story anymore, just his. His forever.

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!

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intothemultifandom · 2 years

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– 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 || 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠

SUMMARY: The gift of foresight had served you well, until it doesn't. Rescuing you from an unpleasant vision, your love knows exactly what to do to bring you back to the present. PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternals!Female!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: romance; angst

Since you could remember, you existed for one reason and one reason only:

SERVE ARISHEM. ELIMINATE ALL DEVIANTS.

It had been one of your earliest thoughts when you first woke in The Domo, second only to the name Arishem–celestial supreme–had bestowed unto you:

Y-O-U-R-N-A-M-E.

"I am [Y/N]," you tested aloud, awed by the smooth tone of your voice.

Across from you, a large figure entered your line of sight and as you raised your head to consider the new-comer, you were taken aback once you saw who it was.

Out of all the males you’d awoken with, the stranger was perhaps the youngest of them all.

He was tall, nearly a head taller than you, and while your uniform was dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, his uniform consisted of blacks and reds.

The colours he wore were a stark contrast to his skin, pale as though kissed my moonlight and complimentary all the same against the sharp lines and contours of his face.

"[Y/N], is it?" An equally low voice greeted in turn, a mischievous glint taking root in piercing blue eyes.

The young man had drawn close the moment he started speaking, your tongue growing laden as he paused in front of you. "Beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl."

If you were genetically engineered not to get sick, it certainly did not feel like it.

In his presence, it felt as though your breath had got caught in your chest and in spite of the regulated air pressure circulating through the ship, you couldn’t help but feel the air around you both had become almost electric. Dizzying in an almost familiar sort of way.

"–My name is Druig," the young man said, grasping your hand in his.

Smoothly, he pressed his mouth against your pulse, lips curled into a small, disarmingly warm, smile as he lifted his head.

"It's so lovely to meet you."

––The third and most encompassing thought you had on The Domo the day, was of him.

Druig.

In addition to celestial energy and your natural athleticism, the gift of precognition was perhaps your greatest asset in battle, one that often put you on par with Makkari.

Where she could outmanoeuvre herself out of any situation with her speed, your foresight gave the team the upper-hand to strike Deviant nests before the creatures would even decide to attack first.

Ironically, it seemed that for all you could see the future, seIdom could you recall the past.

You could not remember whether or not you had kin waiting for you back at Olympia, or if there was a special someone waiting for your return.

Instead, where you imagined the comforting embrace of a mother you had come to picture Ajak, with her kind eyes, soft touch and motherly affection. She had guided you many times, had offered you redolent views and insights so you could learn to understand the world around you.

When you thought of the proud smiles of the great Gilgamesh and mighty Thena after an intense training session, you thought of how mortals considered the kin before them and found yourself honored you had your very own Uncle and Aunt to learn from.

And when you thought of the rest–of Sersi and Ikaris, side-by-side and in their own little world; of Sprite and Kingo, often causing mischief amongst the mortals; and Phastos and Makkari, always sating their burning curiosity–you thought of how too few mortals could say they had this many siblings, and how colorless your mission would've been without them.

Of course, at the centre of what was slowly becoming your universe, was Druig.

From the very first time you had met, there was something about the brooding-Eternal that endeared him to you, and supposedly, you to him.

After your initial introduction he had become a constant presence in your life, always seeking you out in the quiet corners of The Domo, to moments of reprieve between battle and chaos. Teasing. Touching. Always falling back into orbit as though you were twin stars, destined to gravitate towards the other.

Beneath changing skies and through the rise and fall of multiple civilisations, falling in love with him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

In fact at times, it almost felt as though in some past life, you’d already loved him befor–

The sky was red, your skin feverish. Still, you tugged at him him, mapping each crevice and plane you’d explored many times before as he did the same.

Desperation made your touch ardent, made his lips linger on the crown of your head even when the contact burned.

“I’ll find you again, [Y/N]” he’d said fiercely, teeth red as blood dribbled down to his chin.

“I’ll find you,” he said more quietly, almost to himself as he settled around you. Your final refuge.

The ground shook again. The dirt splintered with a boom.

Distantly, you thought of Makkari–of how she’d always been quiet–and hoped that she’d manage to outrun it all before you peered up.

Sprite had stopped screaming; Sersi had only started.

The end of the world grew too loud, the chaos turned to white noise but oddly enough you could still hear him.

Druig.

Maybe it was because he was right in front of you, or maybe it’s because you’d always been attuned to his frequency, but as you zeroed in on his laboured breathing, you couldn’t help but rasp:

"And I, yo–

–Beautiful, beautiful, [Y/N], you’re missing the festivities,” his ochre voice said, breaking you out of your reverie as a maelstrom of emotions flooded you.

Maybe I’m ill, you thought, reeling.

Druig had come up behind you, wrapping broad arms around your frame as he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck.

You could practically feel his sly smile against your skin.

His touch burned.

“Do we bore you that much that you’d rather return to your paints than me, oh great [pseudonym]?"

Shaking yourself from your daze, you lifted your gaze to meet his, swallowing the unease that had lodged itself at the base of your throat with a small smile.

“You could never bore me,” you said immediately, forcefully rolling your eyes as to quell whatever thundered in your chest.

What you had seen, it couldn’t have been the future.

Half-heartedly, you placed the paint brush you’d been holding back with the rest, turning fully to fold yourself properly into his embrace.

Druig, ever attentive, must’ve felt the tension in your frame and sensed the trouble plaguing your mind because gently, he pressed his lips to your head.

It was his way of grounding you, you knew, his way of comforting you when words failed him.

“I know,” he hummed after a moment, brushing his fingers along the curve of your back.

His touch, this time, tingled pleasantly.

“Let’s get back to the others then, shall we?” he continued, unwinding his arms as to hold out a hand.

You knew he wanted to ask what had happened, knew he wanted you to lay your burdens bare before him.

But Druig was Druig, and while he was often snarky, he was not unkind.

This was not the first time you had seen something unpleasant, something horrifying.

You would talk, later, when the festivities had ended and you could confess what you’d seen between fine sheets and in the comfort of your room.

But for now, all you wanted to do was forget what you’d seen. And because Druig loved you, he’d make it happen.

“Kingo’s promised a woman you’ll sculpt a statue in her like,” he baited, almost slyly. It was a no-doubt way to do exactly as you wanted.

Fondness swelled in your chest at his meddling and at him, and laughing, you slotted your hand within his.

On papyrus paper the size of a crate of wine, you had painted a red sky. A burning field. Two people, lost in the flames, at the very centre of it all.

And further,

further,

further in the back–

a hand emerging from the Earth.

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chiefdirector · 2 years

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Hey! I think you are taking requests atm? So if I may, may I request Druig x female (eternal) reader who can speak and control animals headcanons??

Even more Druig relationship headcanons

I have something similar here

Okay so Druig is a total recluse and you are just as bad

Animals make far better company than people (excluding him of course)

When you combine his ability to control people, and yours to control animals, there are not many people, mortal or otherwise, that can stand in you way

Animals just seem to flock to you

You usually have a few strays lurking around you home

Druig tried to put a stop to this when he saw a deer standing in the kitchen at three am

He promptly lost that arguement

He does, however, have a soft spot for your cat which he totally calls Cat

You and the cat, whose name is actually Fitz, talk shit about everyone.

He is such a gossip

Druig doesn’t like that he can’t understand what the animals say sometimes

But occasionally, he will read your mind to understand the animals that way

And then the three of you bitch about other people

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

#chiefdirector #druig imagine #druig x reader #druig #druig headcanon #marvel #headcanon #request #the eternals #druig eternals #eternals #anonymous

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years

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Hello again, as I said in the comments to your amazing imagine if you wanted to do a part 2 to your Stark!reader and Druig then I’d be ecstatic! I would love to see more of their dynamic whether it’s them meeting and we get protective older brother Tony or even after this and we get protective Pepper and Morgan! Either way, thank you! ❤️

eternity with you (king of concern, part 2)

pairing: druig x fem!stark!reader

summary: as druig plans to ask for your hand in marriage, he finds himself reminiscing all the moments that tied his heart to yours for eternity

warnings: mentions of grief and loss, a smidge of insecurity, a couple of tense moments, but mainly soft Druig fluff

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.4k (the stories just take me somewhere, okay?)

*✧ part one | eternals masterlist | main masterlist | ask | taglist ✧*

Druig had known unbelievable joy. Thanks to you, every day felt like a blessing. It had been two years since the day that he first asked you out, heart splayed out across your brother’s laboratory, and he was convinced that it was the fastest that human years had passed in the centuries that he had been alive.

Leaning against the doorframe at the Stark’s cabin, he looked out at you now, fondly. You were playing with Morgan outside, going out of your way to make a fool of yourself to utter giggle after glorious giggle from your six-year-old companion. He couldn’t help but break into a smile of pure adoration, he was so beyond enamoured with you.

He knew that you were made for each other - you had clearly inherited the same brilliant wit as your brother, which not only benefited billions worldwide, but kept him on his toes, and you possessed a stubbornness that rivalled his own. You were his soulmate, your very existence convincing him of the notion he’d previously deemed preposterous. It figured then, that that very same stubbornness would be his downfall. For, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he could not bring himself to ask for your hand in marriage without your brother’s blessing.

Now, as he watched your gentle and unwavering devotion to Morgan, he wondered for the first time in his existence whether, some day, he would make as good a father as you would make a mother, and let himself briefly imagine what that would look like. When his thoughts wandered to whether you would even want that with him in return, he found himself reminiscing the moments that led up to his now surety that he was put on this Earth to be with you.

…

Druig would remember the day that you met for the rest of his life, however long that may be.

Deviants had run loose on New York, and their evolution had been so rapid that Tony Stark had called jurisdiction and firmly advised the Eternals to collaborate with the Avengers. Initially, the Eternals had been against this plan, not appreciating being told what to do by a mortal that clearly had an ego problem, but Ajak admired the Avengers and their noble sacrifices for the sake of humanity, and dragged their sorry arses to the Avengers Compound for their first official “team meeting”.

He was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t noticed you for a good portion of that first meeting, too consumed in his disappointment with Tony’s sub-par catering. There was not a snack in the meeting room, and he had found himself consumed with that very thought until he heard a mellifluous new voice fill the room.

“Actually, Tony, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a new prototype I created that would be a great help against the Deviants, it’s a-”

“Not now, dear, the adults are talking.”

You’d scoffed, evidently preparing a retort when Druig himself had decided to pipe up.

“Well, who might you be, gorgeous?” He’d regarded you then, gleeful eyes devouring your figure. He recalled mentally cursing himself for having been so lost in his thoughts to have not seen your beauty previously.

He noticed the way Captain America’s eyebrows had shot up as he immediately glanced at Tony Stark with wide eyes, incredulous at Druig’s audacity. However, before even Tony could retort with a witty quip or a sarcastic word of warning, your sweet voice filled the room once more, aimed at none other than Druig himself.

An eyebrow raised, you’d folded your arms in challenge. “What’s it to you, emo Eternal?”

The Captain and Hawkeye sniggered to themselves, while a few other Avengers glared, eyes wide, between you, Tony, and himself. Druig had ignored them, narrowing his eyes and smirking at you as he raised his head in approval. He felt his heart hammer as you mirrored his stance in reply.

“Okaaay, well we’re just going to go ahead and ignore whatever the hell this is-”, Tony started, gesturing in disgust between the two of you, before lifting his head to acknowledge the rest of the team in the crowded room, “-and get back to discussing our mission, ya know, saving humankind from these freaks of nature? No offence, Banner.”

“Wha-”

“Moving on…”

After the meeting, he’d watched as you packed up your notebook and quickly snuck out of the meeting room behind you. He knew he risked looking desperate but was so intrigued by you - you’d caught his attention far quicker than any other mortal had in the centuries that he had lived. He wondered if your repartee had been a fluke, and was determined to find out.

He watched as you moved into what appeared to be a private kitchen area, and sighed to yourself in defeat. “Just one prototype Tony, just give me the time of day to look at one measly prototype - is it really that hard?”

Druig’s heart had melted at the sight of your clear desire to be acknowledged, he had only just met you, but he could tell from your eloquence and your determined attempts to provide suggestions to the team in support of the mission, despite countless dismissals, that you were an undeniable asset, and were seriously underappreciated. He just had no idea how to prove it to you.

Before he had time to generate a pep talk worthy of you, he’d stumbled forward, losing his balance for the briefest moment, but enough that you would notice him in the next heartbeat. Instead, Druig made the split-second decision to pace towards you, returning to his default charm before you could notice the sincerity behind his suave facade.

“Well hello again, gorgeous,” He’d begun, taking in his realisation that, at your shorter stature, the two of you would fit together in an embrace like perfectly matched jigsaw pieces. Oh, how he longed to hold you. “Tell me, where are the snacks around here? Besides you, of course.”

Nudging his shoulder playfully against yours, he watched you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Oh, you’re going to take a lot of patience, aren’t you?”

He’d give it to you, you’d have someone less perceptive fooled, but you couldn’t hide your clear amusement at his words from him. No, he knew you were just as smitten as he was.

Looking down at you with a smirk, Druig leaned against the counter, bringing his face closer to yours. “I’m worth it.”

A wry laugh had followed, as you regarded the cocky Eternal before you. “I bet you are.”

He watched in awe and fascination as you spun on your heels, escaping his proximity. Walking over to the pantry, you had considered the options before throwing a familiar box towards him. Catching the box with ease, and immediately studying it, Druig had chuckled to himself. Looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow, he’d smirked, “How’d you know Twinkies were my favourite?”

“Oh, didn’t you know? Mind reading is fairly common these days, you’re nothing special.”

Scoffing at your audacity, he’d found the courage to pull you towards him, relishing in your receptiveness to his touch. He bit a lip as he marvelled at you, a gleam in his eye. “Is that so? I guess I’ll have to show you how special I am.”

“-Hey Miss Stark, sorry for bothering you but I just wanted to say that I’d love to have a look at your prototype if you were okay with that but- oh! You’re busy! I’ll…just find you again later, bye!”

You’d chuckled at Spider-Man’s rambling, and Druig had watched in admiration as you sighed contentedly, evidently affirmed by the kid’s offer. Suddenly, you had a shimmer of mischief in your eyes as you looked back up at Druig. “You know, you have about half an hour before he accidentally tells my brother what he saw, right?”

Druig leaned forward, wondering how it was possible for you to be even more breathtaking the closer he got to closing the distance between you. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned your eyes, “And what exactly did he see, m’darlin?”

You rolled your eyes, silently conceding that he had a point. “Well, as lovely as this has been, I should really go do damage control before that endearing boy lands me another delightful Tony lecture. Enjoy your snacks, o ancient one.”

Druig had chuckled, suddenly grateful for Ajak’s big, pathetic heart.

…

Weeks had passed, and Druig had loved every second he had spent annoying you in desperate bids for your attention. He’d been touched when, the morning of their next team meeting, a box of Twinkies had suddenly appeared in his room in the Compound. When he’d arrived at the meeting and locked eyes with you, he’d winked, silently thanking you for your thoughtfulness.

From that day on, every time Druig’s presence was required at a meeting, a random snack appeared just beforehand. At first, only Twinkies, but as the time progressed you got more adventurous with your recommendations, and Druig was more than grateful.

He’d always intended to pay you back somehow, to show you that you were more than eye-candy to him, but he’d never had an idea worthy of you. He resolved instead to gaze adoringly at you every moment that he could during meetings, drowning out your brother’s voice in favour of memorising the constellation of freckles on your face. He longed to know what you truly thought of him, whether you’d ever give him a chance, but the moment he’d witnessed your walls falling before him that very first day, he silently vowed that he’d never read your mind, and he had no intentions of breaking that promise.

…

A month after you’d first met, however, proved to be Druig’s first real challenge. The thought that Tony had an issue with his seemingly endless supply of personal snack foods had crossed Druig’s mind, but since Tony had remained silent, he figured it wasn’t harming anyone, and the risk was worth it if it gave him a chance to see that dazzling dimpled smile of yours.

The Deviants had been evolving rapidly, in size, ability, and number, and the team was starting to feel the pressure - Tony most of all. If Druig had been able to pay attention to anything other than the way that you furiously scribbled your notes, tongue determinedly poking through your lips, and eyebrows furrowed adorably in concentration, he would’ve known not to do anything to draw attention to himself - Tony was not in the mood.

“If we could find some way of capturing a Deviant, I might be able to perform some tests and study them?” Banner offered, “I can’t promise it’ll be much help, but it feels more logical to focus on understanding them, especially the way that they evolve, than just clobbering them all the time. It’s our best chance.”

“Oh, right, of course!” Kingo responded, sarcastically, “Why didn’t we think of that? Let’s just capture one, hey guys?”

Sprite chuckled, nudging Kingo in response as she smirked approvingly.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, Doctor,” Ajak confessed, glaring at the misbehaving Eternals. “And even if we did capture one, we don’t know how the rest of them would respond. We could be putting humankind in more danger than they’re already facing.”

“Gee whiz, if only we had some mechanism to stun a pack of Deviants that would buy us enough time to isolate them before they could communicate with the rest.” You announced sarcastically.

“y/n, we don’t have the time to waste on-”

At the sight of you faltering at your brother’s commanding tone, Druig couldn’t help but speak up. “I’m with y/n-” His heart leapt as you sat upright, thankful for the support. “-I’ve had to watch these monsters tear civilisations apart for centuries, and if she’s thought up a way to isolate a pack from the others and stop them communicating that even the almighty Tony Stark hasn’t, I say we give it a go.”

As you beamed up at him from across the table, the rest of the room seemed to melt away, all that existed was the two of you and the silent connection you shared. That was, until the Spider Boy piped up and ruined everything.

Leaning on his fist, he turned to Ant-Man and whispered, “Don’t they make the most beautiful couple?”

Having just sipped from his coffee, Tony loudly spluttered, “COUPLE?”

Glaring between you and Druig, Tony clenched his teeth. “My office. Both of you. NOW.”

As he firmly closed the door behind the two of you, Tony moved to sit at his desk and Druig couldn’t help himself. “You know, for someone who Phastos regards as ‘one of the greatest technological minds’, you’re a real idiot. You must be real stressed to pull us out of a time-sensitive meeting to-”

“Look kid, we need all the help I can get on this mission and the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.”

His heart had taken shrapnel at that comment, he saw the pity in your eyes as you turned to Tony, probably in some attempt to defend him. That was the kind of selfless person you were, after all.

Druig took a different approach, sick of Tony’s ego. “Who are you calling kid? I’m centuries older than you.”

Tony scoffed. “I don’t know what you think you are, kid, but you’re not a God-.”

“Neither are you.”

Locked in a staring contest standing chest to chest with Tony, Druig only relented when he felt your arm gently pulling him back.

“…Well, I think that we’re quite done here. I’ll walk you home Druig.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “He’s an Eternal, he doesn’t have a home, y/n.”

”Well I’m about to find him one,” You’d replied, face crinkled into the most adorable attempt at intimidation he’d ever seen. Druig’s heart practically exploded with fondness as you turned back to your brother, arm still firmly holding him by your side as you reached for the door handle. “Goodbye, Tony.”

He'd followed suit, mockingly mouthing “Bye, Tony”, hot on your heels.

…

Tony had died just a few weeks later in one of the most noble sacrifices Druig had ever witnessed. Sure that you would never forgive him for ruining one of your last memories of your brother, he’d kept his distance, watching you from afar and swearing to Tony that he’d keep you safe. Even if that meant he’d never know the warmth of your embrace. He figured it was a miniscule sacrifice compared to Tony’s heroic deed, but it was more painful than Druig could have ever imagined.

Then, miraculously, you’d forgiven him. He’d opened his heart to you, and you’d accepted him. Just as he was, and had given him the chance to repay all your kindness with one glorious opportunity to go out together.

He smiled sadly now, as he remembered Tony’s words: the last thing I need to be worrying about right now is my sister and some punk who thinks he’s good enough for her.

Druig had been called many things, had suffered unbearable pain, but those words had haunted him in every waking second from that day. It was a wound that even he had been unable to heal, and an insecurity that had dug at him every opportunity he had to ask you to be his forever.

“They’re gorgeous together, aren’t they?” Pepper’s voice pulled him out of his lament. “Morgan’s so lucky to have her.”

He smiled politely at Pepper as he turned towards her, “I think they’re lucky to have each other.”

Pepper matched his smile and sighed contentedly. “Druig, I know how much you care for y/n, and I think it’s the right time to give you Tony’s final gift.”

Startled by her words, Druig pulled himself off the door frame he’d been leaning against and followed Pepper into the lounge room. As he lowered himself onto the couch, he saw a hologram of Tony appear across the room. In his shock, he didn’t notice Pepper leave the room to give him his privacy.

“Hey kid. Yeah, I know you hate when I call you that, but just deal with it, alright? If you’re seeing this, it means that I’ve passed on. Which also means that I’ve put everyone I love, including y/n, through considerable pain. And for that I’m truly sorry. You may be wondering, rightfully so, why on Earth I’ve made a video for Pepper to pass on to you in the event of my death. We butted heads a lot during my time on Earth, but, it’s also come to my attention that you really are madly in love with my sister. Yes, I noticed the longing in your countless, and I mean countless, stares directed at her during meetings that you really needed to be focusing on. And I saw the way she looked at you. The day she marched you out of my office was the day I knew she was really, truly, smitten. I’m sure the next question that you naturally have is, how do I feel about the two of you inevitably ending up together someday and the answer is: I’m all for it. Shock! Horror! It’s true, you annoy the living daylights out of me, but I’ve seen the way that you fiercely protect the ones you love. And I respect that. So, if y/n is someone you truly love, I have no doubt that you’re going to do everything that is in your, ugh, impressive power, to keep her safe. And that you’ll love her with everything you have. So, I guess what I’m saying is, you have my blessing. Treat her well, Druig. Protect her for me.”

As the room filled with silence once more, Druig sat in disbelief. He finally had the permission he had so desperately been seeking, and for the first time in his existence, felt truly complete.

Returning to his spot in the doorway, he looked out at you and watched you wave bashfully before smirking and leaning down to Morgan. A millisecond later and she was sprinting over at him excitedly, but he ran out and met her halfway, sweeping her up into his arms and walking over to where you stood near the lake. As he approached you, Druig took in the sight before him - the way that you positively glowed as the sun hit you, a true image of perfection.

He placed Morgan on the ground and whispered something to her, prompting her to run inside to her mother waiting in the kitchen. He turned back to you, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Hi”

“Hi, my love.” You replied, smiling up at him.

“I’ve been thinking,” Druig begin, gently brushing hair off your forehead.

“Mm?” You hummed, contentedly.

“What good is being an Eternal if I can’t spend an eternity with you?”

You paused, touched at the sentiment but clearly concerned about where this was going. “Druig, what are you-”

He pulled away then, lowering himself until he was on one knee, watching as your beauteous face morphed from confused to emotional. “y/n, you truly are more than just the love of my life. You’re my saviour, my inspiration. I’m convinced that I was put on this Earth to be with you, to tend to your every need, and to worship you like the divine being that you are. I truly believe that I will be miserable for the rest of my life if I don’t get to wake up to that beautiful face of yours every day, and to hold you so close that our hearts beat as one. So, y/n, would you please marry this emo Eternal, so that he can spend an eternity trying to convince you that he’s worthy of your love?”

Even with tears flooding your face, the sight of your enthusiastic nod, and the mellifluous sound of your reply would remain Druig’s most treasured memory. You’d kissed him then, dropping to your knees in the grass to meet him in excitement. As you embraced, he glanced back to the house, where he could swear he saw the glimmering figure of Tony beaming right next to a crying Pepper and a confused Morgan.

a/n: hello lovely humans! I know that a bunch of you have been long awaiting this part 2 to my original druig x fem!stark!reader request (king of concern) and I am so sorry that it took so long for me to get around to it. I hope that it lives up to your expectations, and that it provides you as much fluffy escapism as it gave me 🥰

I would like to say a special thank you to @wordsaresimple-imnot for inspiring me to get off my lazy butt and write this, and for giving me the cutest ideas which I hopefully did justice! I hope that you in particular enjoy this story, lovely, thank you for your faith in me!

as always, please let me know if you liked this (I was so nervous writing my first ever part 2 to a story!), and especially let me know if you have any favourite lines or moments - when people quote my stories back to me it literally melts my heart (and I re-read them on bad days) ☺️ please also feel free to request more moody boy stories, I absolutely adore writing for Druig!

tags: @carpediem1219, @wordsaresimple-imnot, @gloryofroses19 💗

#druig x reader #druig x fem!reader #druig x fem!stark!reader #druig x stark!reader #eternals #druig eternals #eternals imagine #eternals oneshot #eternals x reader #barry keoghan #druig imagines #druig oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #marvel x reader #marvel eternals #requests open #I still cannot believe someone requested a part 2 to one of my stories #daniella writes 💫

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thedevilyk · 2 years

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worst fear

druig x mortal!gn!reader

angst. just pure angst.

possible triggers: mentions of violence and injury but nothing over the top. character death.

a/n: i hate this sm, i started at 1am and just got around to finishing it now

word count: 560

fears.

everyone had them. they were a part of life. just like living, and just like dying.

but you didn’t think you’d have to go through your worst fear, alone. oh no, you pictured it completely different. never having to face your fear because at that very moment it felt impossible to reach..

but here you were. tossed to the side with a large gash on your abdomen, just missing your heart. while you were close with the famous eternals, you yourself was in fact a human. and therefore not immortal.

your hand was pressed as firmly as it could get to stop the bleeding coming from the severe wound. you couldn’t say anything. it hurt too much.

but you could watch. and somehow watching hurt even more then speaking.

all focus was on makkari, who had a few scratches at most, nothing ajak couldn’t heal. but you, you were a completely different story.

your vision began to get blurry but you couldn’t look away from the fact that the love of your life, was there attending and checking in on makkari. in any other circumstances you wouldn’t have cared. but she was going to be fine. everyone knew that.

the thing was, you weren’t so sure you were going to be.

everything was going hazy, your mind, your vision and your hearing. but even with your senses deemed useless, you could still feel the tears gathering on your waterline. threatening to spill over at any coming moment. there was druig crouched down in front of makkari with one of his hands cradling the back of her head and concern visible in his eyes.

the dark haired woman reached her free hand up to cup the side of his face delicately. she wasn’t going to die. but you, you weren’t so sure.

blood was oozing from the gash wound in your side and your back was aching. after one of the deviants impaled you it also threw you into a tree, your back hit the trunk rather roughly causing you to go immobilized. you couldn’t feel your legs but could most definitely feel the deep wound.

it was faint but you heard someone speak up.

“…a…we’re….. ssing….. some….body”

the voice was unclear and you couldn’t tell who had said it but it sounded much more feminine.

sersi?

maybe.

sprite?

probably not.

thena?

more than likely.

a gasp suddenly passed by the lips of the light haired woman who spoke and almost immediately your friend, your closest friend, was at your side and pulling you up to her chest. she was hugging you close to her, making sure you had a pulse. which you did but it was weak, almost nonexistent.

there was no hope in saving you now. you had already lost too much blood. thena understood that.

but by the time the others had noticed your condition it was far too late. you couldn’t feel anything from your waist down. you could barely hear, wouldn’t classify what you could see as actual sight because everything just looked like squiggly lines.

your whole body went cold. the last thing you could actually hear was the faint calling of your name. your vision got even more blurry then faded out to black. your pulse weakening, soon being rendered as non-existent.

and that was it.

your worst fear had came to life.

#fanfic #gender neutral y/n #x reader #angst #marvel #druig x reader #eternals #oneshot #this took me ages #on the verge of tears #will probably add more later #barry keoghan

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scarthefangirl · 2 years

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People Watching

Druig x fem!reader

Description: Y/N has watched lovers her whole life, when will she ever find a love like the couples dancing?

Warnings: crying, says slut (not calling someone it), detailed kiss

Story type: imagine

A/N: I wrote this up at 1am and didn't revise it so read at your own risk

My eyes drift to the couples dancing in the center of the party, watching from a distance. I would never admit it, but I wish I had a love like that. The way that the pairs will look at each other with such admiration and compassion. But I'll be content waiting, like I have been for thousands of years. Even though their lives are short, the mortals still find such deep true love. I've been around for so long and have yet to have a reciprocating love.

One couple catches my eye as they dance, smiling at each other. He lifts her consistently, throwing her up in the air. She laughs and giggles and I can just tell they are in total adoration of each other. She's so beautiful, she deserves the love.

Sersi always tells me that I could find a love like that, if I gave up my petty crush on our fellow Eternal. She's probably right, but no matter hoe hard I try to move on, he gives me a sliver of a smile and I'm drawn in again. Even the smallest bit of attention from him makes me crave more.

Ajak and Sprite have tried to convince me that the feelings are mutual, but their wrong. I don't make an effort to hide the way I feel from him, he should be completely aware. Besides, I've seen the way he looks at other woman. He never looks at me with the lust and fondness.

"Whatchya lookin' at Y/N?" A familiar voice causes me to freeze slightly. The whisper had come from right behind me. The warmth of his body seems to seep into me as he stands behind me, head over my shoulder and whispering into my ear. His voice sends chills throughout my body.

"Just observing, Druig." I lie. The honest answer would be that I am watching the couples as they talk and laugh and love. I want to have all that tenderness and emotion. They are so attached to each other and I crave that.

He doesn't say anything else so we just stand there awkwardly. I turn around to face him and we lock eyes briefly. He just stays silent and walks away. I walk over towards Sersi and Ikaris, as they have a small conversation.

"I told him he shouldn't, but he did anyways!" Ikaris chuckles, but Sersi bursts into laughter. She laughs at everything he says even though he isn't a funny person. Its quite charming though to see the way she longs for even the smallest word from him.

I could try to join the conversation, but three is a crowd. I walk back to my previous spot. Somehow my eyes land on the dance floor again, a slow song now playing loudly. I watch the lovers and friends hold each other close, some sharing small conversations and others just looking at each other romantically.

One day, I tell myself, I'll fall in love like that. I'll know what its like to have such a strong relationship with someone. But as of right now I am just an outsider looking in, a person watching.

"Still 'observing' the couples as they dance?" Druig asks pointedly. I roll my eyes and turn to face him once more. His face. Ugh, why does he have to be so pretty.

"Its comforting to see that love does exist." I say openly. I had always been open with Druig, we are good friends.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well it gets discouraging to live for so long without ever having a good true love. I watch mortals fall in love all the time, but that's all. Watch. And watch, and watch and watch." I complain, a frown painting over my face.

"You're saying you've never loved anyone?" He asks honestly.

"No, I do feel love for people. Persons. A person. But they don't reciprocate my feelings." I say, trying to sound obvious. I'm putting my heart on the line, giving him the option to take it or break it.

"What if this person does?" Druig raises an eyebrow. Its he saying he does or asking if the person does? He's confusing I swear.

"He doesn't. I make my feelings clear and obvious and he's never made a single move. I've loved him since I met him, he's so amazing. I am in love with him I just don't think feels the way I do." An awkward silence falls over the conversation, and I feel a lump growing in my throat.

"I'm sorry he doesn't love you." He says. Is that him saying he doesn't? All of a sudden tears rush down my cheeks and a sob escapes. He doesn't feel the same way.

A look of surprise crosses his face as I begin to cry harder. I try to suck it up, stop being a baby I scold myself. After years of loving him and only him, he just crushes me her and now in one second. I've watched others fall in and out of love hundreds of times, I always thought one day I would fall so hard you could go never pick me up. But I thought it would be a good fall, a fall where they fall too. Not like this, where I land flat on my back. Alone.

I run off, out of the party and into the grass behind the building. Ajak runs out after me, grabbing onto my arm to stop me from going anymore. Luckily we're far enough from the building where they can't hear my loud sobs.

Ajak grabs my body and pulls me into hug, cradling me close. She shushes me softly, rocking back and forth.

"Ajak, he doesn't love me back." I blubber into her shirt, gasping for air as I sob. She holds me tightly, running her fingers through my hair softly.

"Oh Y/N, I'm sure its a misunderstanding." She comforts. But I shake my head no.

"No, no. I made it obvious. I told him I loved him and he shot me down."

"Did you tell him his name?" Ajak asks, looking at me.

"No." I pout. She rolls her eyes and gives me one last big hug. We stand for awhile outside before she goes back in and gives me a moment alone. I decide to sit down, the breeze comforting as if it carries the weight of my pain away.

Just as my eyes start to flutter closed, a hand taps my shoulder. I sit up straight and face the man behind me. Druig. He's still so handsome and magnificent. His eyes lock with mine, and he leans his forehead against mine. This is a new gesture, one I am fond of.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to have caused you pain." He apologizes, he sounds so sincere and caring. Does he not know why it hurts so bad?

"It's alright. I overreacted. Its just that I've loved you for so long, so I tried to be obvious that I loved you. When you said you didn't love me back.. Well it hurt. It hurts. I'm sorry I freaked out." I admit, tears threatening again in the back of my eyes.

"You were talking about me?" He asks slowly, as if he is just finding out.

"Obviously! I've been in love with you forever!" A few tears spill from my eyes. His eyes widen further, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh." he smiles to himself. "Well in that case, I love you. I have loved you since ewe met on the domo. I always thought you loved someone else. Maybe I'm just slow. Anyways, it always pained me to see you watching the other couples and longing for that romance because I wanted it too. I wanted it with you, I just thought you wanted it with someone else." Druig and I are sitting in the grass across from each other as he speaks.

"Really?" My voice cracks, I'm in some sort of shock. This can't be happening.

"Yes."

"Really?! Cause I guess I just always saw you looking at other woman with such longing I thought you wanted some beautiful slut or something, I didn't think you'd fall for someone of my value." I stutter. He looks shocked as I speak, almost repulsed.

"Why would I want anyone else when they all seem like rotten gross garbage compared to you. You outshine all the other woman in the universe. You're value can't be determined by anything earthy because it is to high." As he speaks I feel myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. The way he looks at !e. Its the look I've craved for so long. The way mine and his hands fit perfectly together. The way his eyes shine as he speaks.

"I don't deserve you. Your do perfect and handsome and kind. You're everything I've ever searched and hoped for. You exceed every hope and dream. And then I'm just"- I am cut off my his lips smashing against mine. He passionately kisses me and when we pull away to breath he whispers:

"You're absolutely stunning and gorgeous and you have the biggest heart I've ever seen." He smiles at me as he speaks and when he finishes I take my turn to smash my lips on his. The way we kiss is something I never could have imagined. The warmth of his lips and the way it comes so naturally. His arms wrap around my waist and my hands fly to his neck, then raising to his hair. His hands roam my back as I tangle my fingers in his dark hair.

We stop kissing and lay down in the grass, me cuddled on his side. I could stay like this forever. It feels so amazing to be with him. I watched for so long and now I can finally know what its truly like.

"Why don't we go dance, my lady." He says with a wink. I crack a grin and stand up, him following. We walk inside, hand in hand. We take our spot on the dance floor. The first song takes a lot of spinning and footwork, but the next is a slow song. His hands grab my waist firmly yet softly, and I lay my arms across his shoulders. Our eyes meet and I see the love in his eyes. This is it. The looks of adoration, the emotion, the love. No more watching.

"This is all I've ever wanted."

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captainsimagines · 2 years

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dreaming in june || finale

Summary: At the request of an old friend who now happens to be the new Captain America, you move to a place that only vaguely feels peaceful, to secretly protect his best friend. There you meet Bucky Barnes, your next door neighbor, who has also lived countless lives, seen a lot of things, and lost the one he loved. You have more in common than you thought.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) POC Enhanced Reader

Based on the Song(s): Heat Waves by Glass Animals ; Coney Island by Taylor Swift and The National

Series / AO3 / Playlist

(15/15)

Warnings: angst; strong language

Word Count: 6,680+

Author’s Note: Just you wait... xxMoni

‘I think about him—and I am whole, and I am empty.’

"I didn't know if you would want to see my face again."

His voice is now a well-rendered reminder of the past. It hits you the same way it hit you all those weeks ago when he showed up unannounced, calling you Princess and sharing the outcome of your people. Who were still deep in the Amazon somewhere—you never asked where—and since you don’t quite feel like a Princess anymore, without a kingdom or a purpose, it just doesn’t feel right to look into the faces of those who came after the people you once knew. The people who sat around you during supper, who stitched your clothing, who grieved the death of both their Princess and Prince.

You had crawled out of bed this morning, shrugging some old tracksuit on to go into work. Barbara had verbally shared her distaste about how you took a week off work without warning. She complained about how bombarded she was with shipments, files, and transport times. But you had simply ignored her, flashing your middle finger as you walked past, and settled into the routine you’ve been conducting for the past six years. Stamping, googling, filing, unpackaging—until a certain Eternal walked through your office door and spoke.

“You pissed me off, but I won’t scorn you forever,” you reply, your eyes still on your computer.

Druig hesitates near the door frame, but he ultimately shuts it behind him. He’s dressed in all black, despite the summer heat outside.

“I truly am sorry.”

“You said that already.”

Druig even hesitates with sitting in the chair. As if you’d summon one of your giant, monstrous trees and pin him against his will again. You had never seen Druig so confused and surprised, like the very knowledge that you were a mutant wasn’t enough to fully measure your powerful capabilities. But one pointed glare from you and Druig sits obediently.

“I don’t blame you for how my life turned out. I doubt knowing about mutants would have changed anything. I probably would have just been more paranoid. But I did deserve to know that my grandmother cursed me and defied the Fates.”

Druig solemnly nods. No matter how many times he apologizes, the sting will always be there. So he doesn’t do it again. Instead he asks, “How is Samuel?”

“Last I heard he was healing.”

Druig startles, but quickly fixes his face. “You haven’t been to visit him?” The hiss you let out is almost inhuman, and Druig closes his mouth. You haven’t visited because what the fuck would you say?

He took claws for you, and you gave up your heart for him. Literally. You’ve tried to relax, kill every other sound besides the noises your body naturally makes, but it was no use. You couldn’t hear your heartbeat anymore. As if turning mortal wasn’t real. Mortals had beating hearts, and yours was…

Stone.

“I will visit him when I can. When I am ready.”

Druig slowly nods, eyes wary. If he’s dissecting you, he doesn’t do much to hide it. He studies your eyes, your hair, your lips, your hands, your bouncing foot. As if he too is searching for what is now making you mortal. And similarly, he finds nothing besides flesh and bone.

This is what Druig was afraid of—there is no trace of evil in your heartlessness, but it is obvious it’s making you empty. Like Ari filled such a great part of your chest that his leaving meant half of you shutting down.

Is this how Bucky felt when Steve left? That uncomfortable, raw hollowness in the chest that hurt whenever you moved the wrong way?

“Ari looked just as I remembered him.” And he says it so brokenly, memories in his irises, and guilt combined with the redness of his cheeks.

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard. Forcing yourself to look up at him, you whisper, “Yes. He did.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

Cursed to live half empty and searching for the other piece of your heart? Not likely. But you don’t want to get into the specifics, about how this feeling resembles the one five hundred years ago. That your screams had resembled the ones five hundred years ago. That your path feels as zig-zagged, if not more, than it ever did back then.

Answering truthfully, you say, “I will be. I’ve had five hundred years to grieve without closure. Perhaps my mourning will be the slightest bit more tolerable this time.”

Perhaps. Slightest bit. Tolerable. All carefully chosen words that held no promises, but were enough.

Druig leans forward, placing his palm on the desk, face up. You stare at the lines across his flesh, the veins visible through his pale skin, the rings adorning his three center fingers. An invitation.

You bottle up all your unspoken words, all of your questions, any resentment—and curl your fingers through his. He’s warm, ancient, real. A sliver of home, and not. “If you ever need anything—anything…”

You hold onto him tighter. “Go and keep my people’s descendants safe, Druig.”

The breath he releases is one he’s been holding in since he stepped into your office. One he’s probably been holding since finding out you were still alive. That weight off his shoulders, and the realization that although he fucked up and you don’t forgive him, you still trust him enough to do what he’s been doing for the last five hundred years. After he abandoned his friends, after he crossed that damn river without his Princess and Prince, after risking his life to fight a demon alongside you—you trust him to try. Try and make it up to you.

He walks slowly to the door, his posture letting you know that he wants to say a million more things. But he shouldn’t. And maybe sometime soon, or whenever you deem fit, he’ll be able to. “I’ll be seeing you, Princess.”

With a half-hearted smile, you nod. “In all the realms."

Of course Sam senses you outside his apartment door. He’s had that camera rigged with a sensor since he moved in. Well, Bucky rigged it. You purposely set yourself in its eyesight—not quite Redwing—but camera enough.

Sam didn’t knock on your door this morning when he returned from the compound, and you didn’t bother him. The funeral didn’t count—you hadn’t even spoken to him, or looked at him, when you put Ari in the ground. Sam was standing upright, and that was enough at the time.

Selfish, selfish, but also not. You’re not even taking care of yourself. How can you check on Sam?

But Sam Wilson is your best friend, and your own sanity isn’t worth more than knowing if he’s okay.

The door opens, and Sam leans his upper body against the doorframe as he smirks. “There’s my Shortcake.”

Your breath shudders. Just the sight of him, intact, overloads your body with emotion. “Hey, Sam.”

He moves to allow you in. Ducking your chin, you enter. Shielding yourself from him, from the conversation, from the guilt. “It’s been four days,” he says. “Why the visit now?”

The apartment looks the same. Alpine stretches lazily on the couch, knocking the remote to the ground as she does so. There’s a faint scent of bacon in the air, even though it’s late in the evening. Which confuses you, because Bucky is the ‘all-day breakfast’ type of guy, not Sam.

Then you realize you don’t feel Bucky here at all.

“Because I spent the first day in bed, and the second staring at the wall. The funeral was yesterday.”

Sam nods, his mouth twisting downward as sympathy floods his face. You look away fast, uncomfortable.

You’ve lived your whole life avoiding when people casted their emotions so blatantly. Only a select few knew of your true history, and yet you always twisted some of your truths. But the looks of sympathy were always the same. The downward droop of their eyes, their mouths twisting around supportive words, their shoulders crumbling. Sympathy is an emotion that one has to endure and receive, because it’s rude to ignore. And the turn of your head is the smallest act of rudeness you commit. Because that’s allowed of you. It has to be.

You’re tired of sympathy, even if Sam has the most honorable intentions.

“You healed fast.” Small talk. Gods, you want to die. The chair creaks as you sit on it. “Are you feeling okay?”

Sam nods and sits at the head of the table. Your knees brush against his, and it takes everything within you not to shatter.

“Feels like all the other times I’ve been kicked in the stomach and sent flying. I’m lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“It was worse.”

“Yeah, Shortcake. But that’s something we’re not going to talk about again. Traumatizing as it is.”

Fiddling your thumbs, you whimper, “Why the fuck would you step in front of me? I was still Immortal. I could have survived, Sam!”

He huffs loudly, “Easy for you to say! I saw what it did to the vibranium!”

“So? I would have come back! You nearly didn’t!”

“Shortcake.” Sam reaches over to clasp your hands. They look so small as he encases them. “I did what I did. But if it was you who was gutted, then that demon would have sucked up all your blood and dragged you in the portal, right? Am I right?”

“You can’t know that,” you say, shaking your head rapidly.

“But I can theorize. And I was not. Going. To. Let. That. Happen.”

“It was a stupid fucking call, Captain.”

Sam, through the pain and hollowness in his stomach, tugs you into his chest with extreme force. You tumble into him, smacking your cheek against his breast and tangling your arms. But Sam moves to the floor with you—an anchor as you finally stutter and fall, tears flowing freely. He holds you as you crushes you, and you let him.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into the top of your head, his hot breath soothing. “You saved me. You. Saved. Me.”

Countless more sobs break free, sounds that had felt extinct these past few days. But you’re able to form them, push them from your lungs and through your throat—you’re still able to cry.

Grieving is silent, but this—

This was grief given form. You are, and always have been, grief incarnate.

“Don’t you almost die on me again,” you say, and your words are muffled in the fabric of his shirt. But Sam hears, fully expecting it, and mumbles an equally desperate “I won’t, I promise. I promise.”

It feels like eternity as you kneel on the kitchen floor, Sam holding you with everything he has. Sam breaks the silence as he asks, “What broke inside of you?”

You pull away, not meeting his eyes. With a heavy sigh, you translate your pain into words. “It felt like someone clenched their fist around my heart and then tore it through my ribcage. And I was left with this gaping hole that allowed all that cold air in. My teeth hurt, my skin dried, my neck ached.”

Sam picks you up from the floor, walking the two of you to the couch. Alpine moves to make room. You rub your chin as you continue. “The concept of soulmates was folklore to me until now. I don’t think the rip in the multiverse did anything to this Earth besides open our eyes. Hell, demons, Immortals, vampires, mates?”

Sam might not know of the word, but he damn well knows what it means to lose someone worth everything and more.

“It hurt so much five hundred years ago. The exact same way. I lost my mate twice, and I don’t know how I’m still alive.”

How is it possible for a human being to endure so much heartbreak? People have literally died from broken heart syndrome, but what of those that suffer and suffer? Do they burn out? Do they have a limit? How often and for long can a person carry such overbearing misery before their shoulders can take no more? Before their knees give out and the floor cracks beneath them?

Are some human beings built stronger than others? Because you know for a damn fact that Bucky Barnes is one of those few. Anybody else would have crumbled under Hydra control, and yet, Bucky Barnes survived. And did not lose his soul.

But the pain he carries is still present, still relevant—Does Bucky have a limit?

You shouldn’t be alive but because of your grandmother’s wish, you are. If she would have simply let you live, let you have a choice, then you would have died with Ari. The Fates wouldn’t have cursed you.

“I do,” Sam declares, dipping his head slightly so his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think this world is done with you yet. This world, and all the others. You were sent to me for a reason. You were sent to Bucky for a reason. You are our friend. And after everything that happened with Steve, I didn’t think I knew what that word meant anymore.”

“Steve Rogers was your friend.”

“Yeah, Steve Rogers was my friend. But he was also a jackass. And I understand that he was hurting, and that he wanted out. Maybe he suppressed his pain the only way he knew how, which was to go back to something he knew. I can’t answer for him, but friends don’t leave friends behind.” Sam presses his lips together before he says, “I’d jump in front of you again. I’m gonna hold Bucky’s goddamn hand when he starts having withdrawals. A lot of my friends died or left, and I’m not letting that happen again.”

“Sam…”

“When I see a person in trouble, there's this innate feeling inside me. A responsibility. But with you and Buck I know you’ll be there until—”

“Until the end of the line.”

Sam chuckles around a sniff. “Until the end of the line. It doesn’t feel like responsibility. It’s just friendship.”

You embrace him again while Alpine climbs onto your lap for an impromptu nap.

Bucky doesn’t come home that night. Or the next.

Peter Parker has decided to take Sam up on his offer and move in with him and Bucky. They purchased the pull-out couch for guests, but a third roommate will work too. Besides, Sam couldn’t turn his back on the kid who quite literally held his guts in his abdomen.

You helped Peter carry his minimal belongings up the stairs and into the apartment. Peter did his best to keep conversation limited—asking simple yes or no questions, talking about his side jobs, picking what to eat for dinner. You did your best to respond, but forming words was still tiring. Peter didn’t take it personally. In fact, he even gifted you a new plant for your own apartment. Said it was your moving-in present considering three male neighbors were going to be overwhelming for little ol’ you.

Bucky didn’t return until the weekend. Sam had assured you he was okay and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And when his word wasn’t enough, the Earth let you know.

He is okay. He does a good thing.

Whatever that meant.

A soft knock on your door at two in the morning wakes you. Feeling the floor for your slippers, you slide into them and throw a robe around your body. Fuck brushing your hair.

Your chest constricts when you see him. “Hi.”

Bucky’s lips pull thin, but it’s obvious he’s also affected by the sight of you. “Hey. Is it okay that I’m here?”

A small nod in answer. Bucky points behind you, and you let him in.

There are dark circles around his eyes and his hair is the slightest bit oily. He shrugs off his sweater and places a plastic bag on your dining table. Hugging your robe closed, you continue studying him head-to-toe until he turns back around.

“I know there isn’t anything I can say that will make this right, or make you feel better.” A small smile. “But I need to say this, and I need you to listen.”

You blink. There is so much you want to say to him. I’m sorry my heart isn’t yours yet, you had told him in Iceland. Without a pulse, how are you going to offer it to Bucky now?

Bucky interrupts your overthinking with words that make your knees tremble. “I’m not giving up on you. I fell for you and I’m not giving up. And I respect that you most likely will not be ready yet, or ever, or maybe soon—but I will wait. Because Shortcake, you are everything I’ve ever wanted and more. You see me for who I am, who I was, and who I will be. I know how you look in the mornings. I know how you look when you dance, when you brush your hair, when you cook. My heart stops when you wear that beige cardigan. I anticipate you calling me James and that’s about the weirdest thing ever. And whenever you call me Bucky, I feel as though my heart will burst. Your voice is familiar even when I’m drunk out of my mind. Your voice—your question—helped me remember my sister’s name. And when we slept together…” Bucky uses this opportunity to breathe in deeply. “It felt right. My mind was calm, my body relaxed, and I felt safe. Safe.”

A solitary tear runs down your left cheek as Bucky concludes, “You make me feel safe, Shortcake.”

“Shortcake?”

Bucky huffs a short laugh. “Someday I’m going to run out of flowers. Figured I can use that name once in a while.”

Safe. Through superpowers, demons, cults, and death—Bucky Barnes feels safe around you. With you.

Elijah had felt safe with you until you scorched those slave owners alive. The softness in his eyes had hardened when you didn’t back down. And you accepted that, because it wasn’t going to work between you and him anyway. He deserved better than a mutant with vengeance on her mind.

Joshua had felt safe with you until you broke his heart in front of those he held dear. You rejected him because it was unfair to tie him to you until he realized you didn’t age. That you never would. And you ran away before hearing him out because he truly, truly, needed to hate you. He wouldn’t have hated you if you told him why, and you couldn’t risk that.

But now, Bucky Barnes says he feels safe with you. Even after all those near-death experiences, tragic backstory, and week without speaking—Bucky Barnes feels safe with you. Like you left a permanent mark. One that he’s too headstrong to ignore or erase. Your goddamned equal.

He isn’t going to let you go. Triple the demons, multiply the heartbreak—Bucky Barnes feels safe with you and he isn’t going to let you go.

“Everything you said—” You step closer, the silk of your robe cozy against your skin. “Ditto.”

Bucky throws his head back and laughter pours out in the most wonderful display you’ve ever witnessed. He roars with it. All crinkles by the eyes, adam’s apple bobbing, smile so wide it breaks your heart. And seeing it, seeing Bucky, you smile for the first time since losing Ari. A genuine smile.

“Oh,” Bucky starts, reaching into the plastic bag he previously set on the dining table. He pulls—

“You didn’t.”

Bucky chuckles and holds out a greasy, brown paper bag filled with french fries and a separate container of Vicks vapor rub. “You said these help you heal from anything.”

“I did say that.”

“It was good advice.”

You hold the greasy bag and the medicine in both hands, looking down at them with tears in your eyes. This is too…too considerate.

“And,” Bucky continues, whispering. He pulls the next item from inside his jacket pocket.

A jewelry box.

“What—”

Bucky pops open the lid before your mind could go crazy with ideas.

What sits in the box wasn’t one of your ideas at all. At all.

Ari’s bracelet. The bracelet that was trapped behind the glass in Iceland’s museum. The bracelet they said they wouldn’t part with if you claimed Ari’s remains. It was one or the other.

“Is that…?”

Bucky carefully lifts the jade bracelet from the box and holds it out for you. You set the other items down before holding your wrist out. “Where do you think I’ve been these past two days?”

“You stole it?”

Bucky gives a good-natured roll of his eyes. “Can you technically steal something that was stolen to begin with?” He rolls the bracelet onto your wrist, where it embraces you with Ari’s figurative weight.

“For me…”

“Who else?”

You can’t believe it. You feel like if you blink, it’ll disappear. That this added weight is a figment of your imagination—and it could be considering you’re so impossibly tired. But it’s there even after you blink. And although it’s been touched by several gloved hands, no one would have dared wear it. You press your lips together, willing yourself not to cry the tears that would most likely dry out your cheeks, and blink up at Bucky.

Bucky whispers, “His love came back to you.”

Bucky releases an oomph sound when you throw yourself on him, arms wrapped around his neck and bearing down. You hold him tightly, trying to mold yourself in the curve of his body. He wraps his arms around your waist, and helps you fit.

“You committed grand theft and risked a possible diplomatic dispute for me?”

Bucky shrugs the best he can in your tight grip. “It wasn’t that hard. Snuck in at night, incapacitated the security guards, destroyed the tapes, and snatched it. Margot sent me on a private jet so I didn’t have to go through customs.”

Of course she did. Your lip twitches with amusement. “Seriously?”

“Seriously, Shortcake.”

You pull away and cup his face in your hands. That simple touch has Bucky sighing. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky rests his forehead against yours, nudging the tip of his nose with yours. “I’ll be right here.”

And because it’s been gnawing at him—that question—he risks it. Because he knows you’ll always love Ari until the day you die, as he will Steve. He just wants to be sure you’re in the same boat.

“Are you always going to love him?”

You brush the pads of your thumbs across his cheekbones. Your bottom lip wobbles as you say, “Yes. Sometimes I think about him in the late nights in the middle of June. When the air is too hot and the water is warm. When I hear the beat of a drum or the sound of a child’s laugh. I think about him even when I’m not thinking about him specifically. I think about his favorite foods and how I haven't eaten them since. I think about him and waterfalls and the heat of the wind when it’s nearing dusk. I think about how I can’t remember if he snored or not. I think about him and I am whole, and I am empty. I miss him.”

Your words bring tears to his eyes. Tears that are grateful and understanding.

“You?” you ask.

Bucky vaguely remembers the little noises Steve would make when his ninety-pound body would stretch first thing in the morning. He remembers the sound of charcoal meeting paper and the belly laughs Steve blessed him with every day. He remembers the look of relief Steve had when Bucky first remembered his mother’s name and when he lucked out on the newspaper-shoe detail. He remembers the giddy attitude Steve had before he returned the stones and the gut wrenching pull he experienced when Steve actually did what he said he was going to do.

But now that he thinks of it, and it breaks his heart to admit, he can’t remember the feeling of Steve’s hand in his. Was Bucky’s hand bigger, or was Steve’s? Steve had an extra heartbeat when they were kids and Bucky can’t remember the rhythm of it anymore. Did Steve ever draw him? He wants to remember these little things, and he doesn’t know if it’s because he has blocked it out or because of his mashed brains, but Bucky mourns the loss nonetheless.

Bucky Barnes will always love Steve Rogers. Just as you will always love Ari. Because no one ever lets go of their first love—people don’t have to. They were the first for a reason, whether good or bad. First loves aren’t usually meant to last forever, but it’s damn magical when they do. They burrow deep into your chest, laying their claim, and won’t ever release their grip.

Second loves, however…

Second loves knock on the door to your chest. They peek their head through, glance at the surroundings, and decide to build a home.

First loves are quick to happen. Second loves take their time.

Yet, for Bucky, it’s a mute love. One that will never be cherished, reciprocated, experienced, or spoken of, again. But the knowledge that Bucky loved once, and he loved true, allows him the opportunity to love again.

Love came back to him, a different one, back from the dead.

So he answers truthfully, with that sleepless and numbing pain found in the cracks of his heart, and says, “I will always love him. But I won’t let it control me anymore.”

He believes it, too.

Bucky turns his face to peck small kisses against your left palm. A palm that fits perfectly against his face. A touch of reassurance. As if you’re holding him steady.

Six Months Later

Racing home from work, giddy and tripping over the stairs, you nearly rip your door from its hinges and fall in the shower. You washed yourself as quickly as you could, picked your most comfortable and warm outfit for winter in New York, and brushed your teeth twice.

Six months.

It’s been six months since everything happened, and every day has proven to be a new challenge. Sometimes you’ll wake up screaming, others nights silently. You’ve lost track of how many times Bucky, Sam, and Peter have barged into your apartment to make sure you weren’t being dragged to Hell. And even though it wasn’t literal Hell, it was a Hell nonetheless.

Ari’s voice, his touch, his love—all of it coaxed you in warmth during your deep sleeps, tricking you into believing you were still underneath your shared tent. Then you would wake, and the grief would slap you with enough force to bruise.

Suffering through it proved brutal. So you’ve decided to embrace it. Instead of waking up screaming, you try to wake up gradually. During these dreams, you attempt to break through and remind yourself, “This isn’t real. But Ari was. You’ll have tomorrow’s sleep to see him again. Wake.”

Then Bucky’s words follow: I will always love him. But I won’t let it control me anymore.

Ari loved you back. And you won’t let the pain of his loss control you anymore.

You’ve eaten so many french fries these past few months. It doesn’t matter the hour—Bucky always had a bag in hand. The same treatment worked for his withdrawal episodes. And Sam had done as he promised: On the worst nights, he holds Bucky’s hand as Bucky spills his guts into the toilet while you wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Besides the bouts of rough awakenings, these past few months have been calming. No aliens, no more demons, no surprise cults. Just the normal things: Peter applying to college, Sam visiting his sister and nephews more often, Bucky visiting you at the library to help with the big shipments.

And just last week, when you were lounging on the couch in your apartment, Bucky seated on the floor between your knees, you had felt it. Some gentle tug, a string of warmth connecting you to the moment. As weird as it was, you looked away from the television and ran your hand through Bucky’s longer hair and said, “I think I’m ready.”

Bucky had stilled—Winter Soldier still—then he looked over his shoulder, warily.

“You’re certain?”

You nodded. “Let’s go old-fashioned, James. Pick me up and let’s grab a cup of coffee.”

Bucky had controlled his breathing, all of his training coming to the surface. Instead of jumping up like an excited teenager, he had simply nodded and pressed his lips together.

“Am I allowed to bring you flowers?”

You had smiled, cheeks heating. “As many as you’d like.”

Everything had to be perfect. And when you finished rolling Ari’s bracelet on your wrist the second a soft knock sounded on your door, you knew it would be.

Patting your cheeks in the mirror, you smile and nod once. You’re ready, and so goddamn excited.

Bucky holds a bouquet of lilies, a sheepish grin spreading even wider as he takes in your appearance. His hair has grown longer these last six months, reaching his chin and curling at the tips. It frames his face so nicely that it nearly makes you swoon off your feet.

“You ready for breakfast at seven in the evening?”

Biting your lip and smiling wide, you grab the flowers from him. Bucky waits for you to grab your purse, put the lilies in their water vase, and lock your apartment door.

“I still can’t believe you want to eat at a fucking Denny’s for our first date.”

You shrug, giggling. “It’s simple, crowded, and different. I figured we’d keep it true to ourselves.”

Bucky laughs, but is interrupted by Sam and Peter pulling open their apartment door with Peter exclaiming, “Don’t be so loud like you were all those months ago when you guys return, alright?”

“Aren’t you heading out tonight?” you throw back at Peter. He sticks his tongue out, proving you right.

Mouth agape, you smack the air as if you're swatting his shoulder. Sam ignores the quip and says, “Buck, you sharing your location?”

Bucky groans, “Yes, Samuel. I’m sharing my location and I promise we won’t make any detours.”

Sam hums, unconvinced until he double-checks his phone. “Still. You two be careful, alright?”

A ball of delight ignites in the pit of your stomach. “I’ll protect him, Sam.” Bucky scoffs and pushes you forward, ignoring your giggling as he sticks his tongue out at Sam over his shoulder.

The atmosphere between you four is as comfortable as ever. Sam is still his overprotective self, Peter still likes to be in everybody’s business, Bucky is still his awkward self, and you’re still along for the ride. You haven't heard anything from Druig all these months—he really is keeping his side of the bargain: the unspoken decision that if you needed him, if you wanted to speak, you would be the one to seek him out.

At least he’s honoring that.

And Maxwell, the fucker, is nowhere to be found. Not a lick of a sarcastic drop-by or even evidence that he survived his trip to Hell. You figure he did considering nothing catastrophic happened afterward.

Everything, even the walk to the restaurant around the corner, is calm.

“Did you hear that?” Bucky asks as you’re walking through the glass doors he has held open.

You pause and look at him funny. “Hear what?”

Bucky looks past you, then to the ground.

“Bucky, what?”

He chuckles, “You’re too easy.”

Snorting, you check his shoulder on the way in.

There is no wait. Sam, funnily enough, called ahead to reserve you a table in the back. He pulled rank and reserved you a table. At a fucking Denny’s.

Bucky grumbles, “Remind me to pummel him later.”

“Offended he thought ahead?”

“It’s my date. I’m the guy. He just made me look bad.”

You giggle, “Never, James. Pay for the meal and you’ll be back to my number one spot.”

“Oh, so I’m number two currently?”

You smirk as you settle into the booth, Bucky directly across. “Let’s see how this date goes, James.”

Bucky, as much as tries to deter it, shudders from your tone. Because the last time he heard you speak this way, you were halfway across the world in Iceland. The one and only time you two shared a bed. Hearing it now curls something at the base of his spine.

He’s had nothing but his hands since—on him, inside him. His thoughts are always—always—of you. And in the mornings, he shies away for a few minutes as the thoughts creep back. He feels guilty, but he wonders if you also indulge in some alone time. That gets him going again.

He’s not expecting to get lucky tonight. So he knows damn well he’ll be enjoying his hands.

The restaurant is crowded, but not to the point where Bucky feels smothered. “So,” he starts, casual as ever as he opens his menu and pretends to read it. “Where did you grow up?”

You burst out laughing, the sound so loud that the tables beside you flinch. Bucky allows you to ride it out—waiting a whole minute before you finally settle.

“Sorry,” you pant, flipping open your menu absentmindedly.

“Too personal?”

You roll your eyes humorously. “At least you didn’t ask about my age.”

It’s Bucky’s turn to cackle. “Ditto.”

The calm before a storm should be familiar by now.

Before you could sip from your seven o’clock coffee, the floor beneath you shakes. Your eyes meet Bucky’s, and before either of you can draw a weapon, a bright flash of orange light blinds you and half the restaurant. People duck beneath their tables, waitresses cower in tight corners, Bucky lunges from his seat to stand in front of you—by the time the portal completely opens, you and Bucky are the only ones standing near.

A head of curly black hair peeks out first, then the most beautiful green eyes lock with yours.

Half-lies. Maxwell is possibly one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

“Glad to know you aren’t dead!” you call from behind Bucky’s shoulder, giving Maxwell an incredulous glare.

Maxwell smirks, but it feels forced. Not at all the confident cult leader who held you against your will and performed a 360 to capture a demon. His palms open and close. His clothes are…different—medieval?

“I would have called, but…”

Bucky blinks, mouth open as he stares at the flaming portal behind Maxwell. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

If Maxwell’s offended by Bucky’s tone, he doesn’t show it. He glances around the restaurant and at all the terrified faces like he’s weighing whether to speak so openly. But he concedes, his tongue unable to restrict the words.

“When you gave up your Immortality, there were consequences.”

No.

No, no, no. You’re tired. So, fucking tired. You and Bucky were finally ready. You were ready, and this cannot be happening—

“No one has ever defied the Fates. You changed your fate—Ari changed your fate. They weren’t expecting him or your bond.” Maxwell gulps. “They’ve never had a healthy relationship with Hades and this was the last straw.”

“So you decided to open the Portal to Hell in the middle of a fucking Denny’s?”

A few customers try and fail to hide their gasps, some even cowering farther into their booths. If you hadn’t encountered such horribleness this past year, your whole life, then you guess you’d probably react the same way.

“It would have appeared regardless of where you were. And besides. I was summoned—by Hades himself.”

Now the gasps are clearly audible.

“What does he want? What could the God of the Underworld possibly want?” Bucky demands. It’s fleeting, but you catch Bucky’s metal hand punch Sam’s contact for a phone call. It wouldn’t be much of a run from around the corner, but part of you prays Sam doesn’t make it.

If Hades is going to retaliate—if he’s going to step out of that damn portal—you pray Sam isn’t here when he does.

Maxwell groans, shutting his eyes for a long while before forcing them open again. The portal flickers, the darkness within giving a few short bursts of rainbow coloring.

“Hades cannot replace the Fates unless they die. But they’ve escaped. And because it was your twist of fate that caused it…” Maxwell rolls his neck, sweat dripping from his perfect eyebrows. “Hades summons you to Hell.”

Hell.

The place you had banished that demon. The place your grandmother supposedly had some otherworldly connection to. The place standing behind Maxwell, pulsing with such strange energy it’s making you dizzy.

“Fuck that,” Bucky says, giving a forced laugh. “Tell him he’ll have to find someone else. The Fates, whatever the fuck they are, are his problem. We don’t want anything to do with you again.”

Maxwell’s face contorts painfully. Slowly, he grinds out, “I wish you had a choice.”

The restaurant doors fly open as Sam Wilson, Captain America, runs in. Minus his Captain America gear, that is. He’s even forgotten the shield. Sam Wilson came to fight with his fists. Your eyes meet his, and no matter how much pleading you try to emit, he does not yield.

“It’s their first date, man. C’mon.” Sam holds up his arms between you and Maxwell, effectively shielding you from Maxwell’s line of sight. Or the portal’s. You can’t really tell.

The portal rumbles with a disgusting groan. Maxwell mutters something along the lines of ‘the one time I don’t leave Hell willingly.’

The chairs and tables in front of you are pushed to the side by some invisible force. Customers scream, some even rushing for the exit in a stampede. Maxwell steps into the portal, hesitating with the other foot.

A harsh gust of air spits in your face—then wraps around your waist, your shoulders, your legs—and drags you toward the dark mouth of Hell.

No. Not just you. Bucky and Sam, too.

Sam grabs onto the door handle, but the lack of gravity simply lifts him up. He dangles in the air, even as Bucky rushes to lower his legs. The trees from the sidewalk planters smash through the windows and wrap around your waist, pulling you back toward them.

You turn to Maxwell, demanding a better explanation with your stare, but he gives nothing. In fact, he just stares back with pity. Pity that makes your stomach churn.

The door handle snaps, and both Sam and Bucky are thrown across the floor and to the portal. The branches scramble to catch their wrists, but they miss Sam altogether. His palms smack against the floor, swiping without purchase, until the portal completely swallows him. Bucky yells, his metal fingers clawing at the floor in deep gashes. He barely catches your hand, his last rope to this realm.

But the portal is too strong. Stronger than anything you’ve ever encountered. The full wrath of an Immortal God. Their influence, their thread, their power.

Knowing full well you aren’t going to make it, you whip your head around to the customers who stayed—either from curiosity, morbidity, or because their insides watered—and scream, “Peter Parker! Tell him Hell has us. Peter Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Parker!”

Bucky uses his last remaining drop of strength to safely wrap you against his chest, shielding your head. The branches snap.

The portal closes.

Darkness lives.

Epilogue

She knows she should have left. Should have pushed people out of the way and scrambled onto the streets, sprinting to maximize the distance between her and that supposed portal to literal Hell. She should have done a lot of things—but ultimately, she’s glad she stayed.

Peter Parker! Tell him Hell has us! Peter Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Parker!

She knows that name. It may have only been a name she learned in passing, a face that only came around every other month or so, buying random pastries and coffee like all he wanted to do with strike up conversation with her.

What are the odds it’s the same guy she’s come to anticipate?

She knows that name.

Michelle Jones knows that name.

She’s really glad she stayed.

This story is for those who have loved too much and broken themselves because of it.

TAGLIST: @cloudyfeel @wintersgirl1917 @aquariusbarnes @fandoms-writings @shirukitsune @goldylions @real-jane @mannien @sentimental-for-maneskin @dezthegeek @avengershoney @ginger-swag-rapunzel @natbarnes1917 @cutechubbybunnyy @gabewerk @howlermonkey69

Author’s Note:

OH, YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END? WHY WOULD I INTRODUCE ALL THIS FANTASY AND LEAVE IT UNTOUCHED?

MY BOYS DESERVE THEIR SWORD FIGHTING, MAGIC WIELDING, AND MEDIEVAL-LIKE ADVENTURES! WE DESERVE SEXY HADES!!! WOOOOO!!!!

The sequel, “Hunting The Fates” will start in July! It will have much more smut (like...a shit ton tbh), swordfighting, and inaccurate Greek Mythology lmao.

Thank you for taking this healing journey with me. I hope I did the characters some justice. xxMoni

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starryevermore · 2 years

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Add to the eternals angst: Druig finding out that reader isn’t an eternal like him for the first time on earth and so he shall die soon and is just “I don’t want you to leave me” :’) happy angst

to not interfere ✧ druig

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request: Add to the eternals angst: Druig finding out that reader isn’t an eternal like him for the first time on earth and so he shall die soon and is just “I don’t want you to leave me” :’) happy angst

pairing: druig x fem!reader

word count: 627

warnings?: angst, not proofread

Druig never really gave it much thought. Mortality, that is. He had lived for thousands of years. He had seen the rise and fall of civilizations. He had seen life, and he had seen death. He was familiar with the concept, but he never thought about it beyond it being the natural cycle of life. Humans were born, humans lived, and, one day, humans would die.

That was not to say he didn’t value human life. Of course he did. In his years on Earth, he had come to love humans and the way they interacted with the world. Sure, he didn’t like the conflict, especially when he had the means to stop it. But to see humans live, and love, and all the things in between…Druig loved that. He appreciated that.

But then he met you.

You were the daughter of a farmer. He remembered when Phastos introduced the plow to your father and the fellow farmers. He remembered how you smiled so appreciatively, talking about how now you could harvest twice as much as before. Now you could feed not only your family, but others in the village. Perhaps one day soon, you would harvest more food than what you would know what to do with.

Druig was intrigued by you. He found himself going to the fields more and more, just for the chance to see you. To maybe talk to you. You were kind. Unequivocally kind. You cared about your family. You would do anything to protect them. He remembered how, when an older kid was picking on your little brother, you ripped him apart with your words, made it impossibly clear that no one was to mess with your family.

But he especially remembered how you smiled at him when he introduced himself to you.

“Hello. I’m Druig,” he told you when he came to the fields with Phastos, his fellow Eternal delivering new tools for the farmers to use. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eyes twinkled in the the sunlight as you looked up at him, a smile overtaking your face. “I’m Y/N. Thank you so much for your help. Our village appreciates it more than you can imagine.”

Druig’s face burned red. He hoped you might think it was a result from being in the sun for so long. “I would do anything to help you.”

“Our village will never be able to thank you enough.”

So selfless, he had thought. Druig had met many people over his time on Earth, but there was no human quite like you. And that, he realized, was maybe one of the most heartbreaking things about you.

As an Eternal, Druig knew he could never have a relationship with you beyond friendship. He thought he was fine with that. As long as he could be a part of your life in some way, he was happy. But as he watched you lived your life, wrinkles slowly beginning to form on your face, hairs turning grey, he realized that he wished for more. He wished that he could be yours and you could be his.

But he knew that he would hurt too much. That he would lose you. He had seen people live, and he had seen people die. It had never hurt before. Before you, that is. He cared about you, and he knew your time on Earth was finite. If you did not die of old age, it could be any number of things. Illness, being killed, an accident…

One day, and one day soon in the grand scheme of things for Druig, you would be gone. And there was nothing he could do to stop it. Because, after all, it was an Eternal’s job to not interfere.

#druig imagine #druig x female reader #druig x fem!reader #druig x you #druig x y/n #druig x reader #druig fanfic #druig fan fic #druig fic #druig fan fiction #druig fanfiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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foreverandeternallyyours · 2 years

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MIDNIGHT CITY (DruigxReader, The Eternals)

sitting in front of my laptop on google docs at 1130 pm turned into this little drabble coming to life! definitely going to have a part 2, i’d rather post smaller parts over a period of time than a giant lengthy fic at once. my first ever writing based on the eternals and i hope you all love it.

may or may not have written it up and not edited it. the world will never know

no warnings, just mention of slight fluff.

word count: 903

eventual druig x reader, gender neutral so everyone can enjoy.

part two

You’d gone centuries without so much as a word of contact, and yet you found yourself laying in bed in your small apartment in the big city, your mind clouded with wonderings.

‘Where is he? What has he been up to all this time? Does he ever think of me like i’ve thought of him?’

The last time you’d seen him was in the ancient city of tenochtitlan, where he’d finally broken on his true feelings towards humans and their sufferings. His heart was in the right place, but his mind refused to accept why it was necessary. You remembered catching up to him, hugging him, the silence had been deafening in that moment. And then, it ended, and the group had disbanded.

It was painful being an Eternal. You were doomed to living centuries and outliving every mortal you came into contact with. You still held memories of those you’d encountered throughout the vast span of your life that were now long gone. The memories you held closest, however, were to your fellow Eternals- the family you had lost touch with. Despite the miles and continents you’d covered in your travels, never once did you catch so much of a glimpse of the ones you missed.

Especially him. Druig.

The bond you shared was deeper than the ones you held with the rest. At least you thought so, it was clear he didn’t hold the same regard. You never stopped looking. It seemed as though he never started.

The lights of the city cast a soft light through your window, pulling you from your somber thoughts. You saw the rise of civilization, of technology and of cities and towns. Your favorite place to be was in the big city, so full of life and so populated. You couldn’t stay long in any one place (people would eventually realize that as they grew older and went through the stages of aging, you stayed exactly the same) and your time here was wrapping up.

Your bed was pushed up against the window for the best view overlooking the bustling city. Skyscrapers twinkled in the distance with interior lights, neon signs of various establishments were hardly visible below, and the hum of sound closer to the ground floors of your building was like music to your ears. You were a city person through and through, and that was your next destination- same gist, just different place.

The books and notebooks scattered around your bed were pushed off to the side as you stretched out in bed. Better to get some sleep versus none, or at least try. You wished you had photos to remember everyone with, but they only existed in your mind. Closing your eyes, you eventually lulled yourself into a sleep.

xxx

“Should we wake them up? Youve seen how they are if you wake them up.”

Your eyes snapped open upon hearing someone speak, a man, rather close by as well. You’d fallen asleep and couldn’t have been down longer than a few hours when you stirred naturally, and before you could even fall asleep, you heard someone. And just like that, you were wide awake.

“We can’t wait around for them to get up, we have to find everyone else too, you know.”

Shooting up and looking around, your eyes adjusted in the darkness and your jaw nearly fell off from dropping so hard. There in the darkness were the ones you’d never stopped thinking about, a few of them at least.

Ikaris. Kingo. Sersi. Sprite. And a man with a camera in his hands, whoever he was. Nevermind to that.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” Kingo exclaimed. You could always count on him to lighten the mood; feeling as though the world was moving in slow motion, you clambered up from the bed and rushed to him, enveloping him in a hug as you felt your breathing quicken. He stood tense for a moment, caught off guard by the motion, but quickly wrapped his arms around you.

Pulling away, your vision blurred with tears as you looked up at him and then to everyone else. “I couldn’t find any of you,” you choked out, hurrying to hug the others as well. “I tried so hard, i swear to it..”

Sersi gave you a warm smile, next to Druig she was your second favorite.

Druig, who was absent, as well as Ajak, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Makkari and Thena.

The confusion on your face must have been apparent, as Sersi put her hand on your shoulder to tell you of Ajak’s death. You had crumpled to the floor and cried; had you known the last time you saw her would have been the last time, you’d have been more appreciative.

After that, everything seemed to meld together as you left your misshapen life behind to regroup. It seemed as though everything was falling into place as you reunited with everyone, though you felt shaken at the thought of seeing him again. You soaked up the time before you all made your way to the Amazon and to the small community of villagers. ‘Of course,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he’d have his own humans to protect.’

You were admiring the impressive scenery before you when the doors to the main compound opened. There he stood, the same as you remembered him in your memories. “I missed all of you. Please, make yourselves at home.”

#the eternals #druig fic #phastos #sersi #sprite #gilgamesh #thena eternals #kingo eternals #ikaris #eternals #eternals fic #druig x eternal!reader #druig x reader #the eternals marvel

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achaoticeternal · 2 years

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙

dark!druig x mortal!reader

summary: when things don’t add up, you question the intentions of your lover. word count: 1.4k warnings: darkish themes, manipulation, possible stockholm syndrome, fighting a/n: been toying with a darker fic for druig since he is a pretty morally grey character and got the votes for this based on ‘moon song’

It was late at night, hours past midnight, as the pair of you walked the sidewalks to return back to your downtown apartment. Both of you were slightly intoxicated, with his arm slung around your shoulder, chuckling into your ear about something someone at one of the bars had said earlier in the night. Yet you stayed silent, just absorbing him and his presence.

You were never sure when he would disappear; only to reappear weeks, months, or even years later. It was hectic to live so unsure of yourself and the lover that knew every piece of your body and soul. At times you had wondered if you were some side piece he would just see every time he came into town, acting like you froze in time when he left. Maybe it was your fault for staying and just waiting for him each time you left.

“And y’know if anyone had laid a hand on you, I would- well, I mean, I guess you get the idea,” Druig completed his thought as he tugged you by the hips to turn towards the complex.

You just hummed in response, still lost in your mind as the minutes dragged on. As Druig practically carried your dead weight, you remembered how much you hated getting drunk when he was around. Somehow, no matter how much he did drink, he was never as intoxicated as you were. Sometimes you swore that he would just act like it, pretending that he had half a pint to many before sweeping you back to share a bed for the night.

Before you could fully comprehend your surroundings, Druig had managed to get both of you back inside your apartment and strip you of your winter coat. He helped you onto a stool and set a glass of water in front of you, “Finish that before I get back from the restroom.”

Keeping your silent tongue, you nodded and grabbed at the glass. With a blink, he was gone from view and you were left with the sound of the clock ticking. Your eyes flickered up to it and watched as the seconds hand passed by so slowly, but you still couldn’t grasp it with the feeling of time slipping through your finger tips. The tips of your fingers padded softly against the counter until they came in contact with glass… or a phone screen.

Mistaking it for your own, you tapped at it lightly which caused it to illuminate with a picture of you laughing with Druig’s head resting in the crook of your neck. It was taken nearly two years ago now, but Druig still looked the same, even wearing his familiar leather jacket. A soft smile crept onto your face at the thought of him thinking about you when he left for lengths of time.

All your panic seemed to evaporate from your body as the screen dimmed again. Maybe your drunk thoughts had gotten to your head. Yet the relief washed away with the chime of a text the light his screen once again. You knew that it might be an invasion of privacy to look, but you still brought the phone up at the level of your eyes to read the message better.

Makkari: Sersi wants to talk. Please, just answer her calls. It’s about that girl. She really wants to fix things.

The air left your lungs as a chill ran down your spine. You felt frozen inside yourself, but your body began to react for you. Without thought, you set Druig’s phone back down and dumped the cup of water in the sink before taking off to your room. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the sink running and knew he would be coming out at any moment. So you pulled yourself into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

As your body went limp against the door, knocks echoed against your back as an accented voice called out to you, “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?… I need you to open the door so I can make sure your okay… C’mon, love, just unlock the door and it’ll be so much easier…”

Still, with your mind still foggy and unclear, you shouted the first thing that came to mind, “No! Go and… go and see, Sersi! I bet she’ll want to talk to you.”

All went silent on the other side of the door, and it was deafening. A sick feeling washed over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood from a sudden chill, and you scurried away from the door. You did everything in your power to create as much distance between you and the door, a strange sort of… fear clutching to your skin.

“(Y/N),” His voice with a horrendous calm sang out through the door, “Open the door and we can talk about this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought about your next move, but your mind still failed you, “No.”

Everything went dark as specks of gold danced in your vision. It felt like you had been caught in the dreamworld your mind had come up with. Yet just as soon as you had entered, your normal vision splotched in until you could see Druig in the frame of the door. His face held the same calm as in his tone, yet his eyes told a different story. He looked down at your cowering position near the bed, and all you could ponder is how he managed to get inside without breaking down your door.

With two long strides, Druig was next to you, crouching down just above your level. He raised a hand and attempted to graze his knuckles against your cheeks; yet you flinched away, causing him to frown further, “why did you look at my phone, dear?”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was the other woman?” You spat back at him. A new surge of anger and power ran through your body. With a great force, you shoved Druig’s chest and used the space to get back up to your feet. However, he was able to regain his balance with ease and now looked at you eye to eye.

“You are not the other woman. If you would just let me explain, I-“

“No! You don’t ‘get to explain’ shit! Because deep down I’ve always sort of known that I wasn’t enough for you. If I was, you wouldn’t disappear and expect me to just stay like some sort of dog! I have wasted years of my life just waiting for you and for what reason… what- what reason?” Your brows furrowed as you wondered the answer to your own question. You had tried to move before but there was always some sort of mental block. Pieces started to fit together and even if the whole picture wasn’t coming together, you had enough sense to get the hell away from him, “I don’t know what you’ve done or been doing to me. But I’m done. Get out.”

Druig stood frozen in place, absorbing everything you had just said along with your body language. He could tell that you were trying to make sense of years being under his control, but he knew if he came forward about it, then he would truly loose you.

“Didn’t you here me,” You stomped towards him, shoving him in the direction of the door, “get out!”

He caught your wrists as you raised a fist, pain written on both of your faces. Druig’s eyes searched your own, watching you try to connect dots to create a constellation neither of you had ever seen, “No.”

Maybe he was being selfish as his eyes tinted a metallic gold. Or maybe he just needed to be more careful, another part of him thought. This was the third time this year you had realized Druig was not everything he said he was; he needed to really get you under control so that he could enjoy what time you had left by his side. It hurt him, everytime he created a false lapse in time in order to keep your brain from going insane because of his meddling - but he just reminded himself that this was all for love.

#mattie writes #marvel #eternals #druig eternals #druig imagine #druig x reader #dark!druig #dark!druig x reader #barry keoghan #dark!druig x mortal!reader #druig x mortal!reader #barry keoghan x reader #mcu #marvel x reader #druig smut #druig fic

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writing-wh0re · 2 years

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I want you to know that I love you for that Druig Smut, more pls, 😩 Maybe some angst in the mix, or mortal reader with Druig and he is really protective over her but doesn’t want to be with her at first because he wants her to be safe but one day he sees her with another guy and then they get into some argument but it ends with smut and them being in love 😩

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Druig x Mortal Reader

Words: 2,712.

Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Begging Kink, Fingering, Cock Warming (slight). I think thats it...

A/n: I hope you enjoy Anon! Sorry its long!

Please note, there are no spoilers in this! Use of characters only, no link to movie.

Druig Headcanon

Waited Years - Smut18+

Something Special - Smut18+

Masterlist

Druig and I had been friends for years, I physically ran into him one day at the London Library, spilling hot coffee all over myself. Druig was kind enough to lend me his leather jacket and since then, we’ve been close.

I remember the day Druig told me about him being an Eternal, it didn’t seem real but then again the last five years had literally disappeared because a purple dude snapped his fingers, so I guess anything is possible. Although a part of my heart broke the day he told me this, being thousands of years old, watching everyone die, new people walking around him. Eternity by himself, the thought of us together completely crashing down.

A small part of me is always worried for when the day might come that he controls me and makes me leave him behind. Something that truly terrifies me, not only because he’s my best friend but because he’s the one I love, the one I look for in every crowd, the one I attempted to replace during fast hookups and drunken nights.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

My heart hammers against my chest at his voice, my eyes looking up from my phone.

“Sorry, spaced out for a second.” I smile weakly, looking down at my phone again. Jay, 23, loves cozy nights with a good movie and wants to know a time for a drink tonight.

“Everything alright?” Druig’s hand rests on my knee, his thumb brushing circles on my skin, every single touch ignites a small fire inside of me.

“Yeah, I’d tell you if it wasn’t, I’m meeting a friend tonight.”

Druig stays quiet, simply nodding in response as he crosses his arms. I move from the couch, walking around my apartment to my bedroom, wanting to find an outfit.

“So this friend, do I know them?”

“Highly doubt that.”

“Try me.”

“Jay.” I state, holding different outfits up against my body as Druig leans against my door frame.

“Jay.” Druig whispers the name, rolling his eyes before walking over to my bed and laying down on the mattress, his hands under his head.

“And how did you meet Jay?”

Typical, Druig always has questions about my dates, what’s their name, what's their bio say and some snarky comment about how every man loves the outdoors and its not something unique.

“Work.” I lie, my voice jumping up an octave slightly causing Druig to chuckle.

“Nice try.”

“It’s just a drink.” I huff, finally deciding on a black mid thigh body con dress.

I walk into my ensuite to get changed, closing the door slightly. I quickly change my outfit, opening the door as I lean against the frame.

“You should go out for a drink tonight, go look at the museum or something.”

Druig groans, his face turning towards me as he shifts on the bed, his eyes racking down my body, making me fully aware of how short this dress is.

“I should change.” I mumble walking over to my wardrobe as Druig jumps in front of me, his hands falling under my elbows.

“Don’t, Jay won’t know what’s hit him.” There it is again, the small fires igniting on my skin.

My eyes lock with Druig, the space between us extremely small. I flick my eyes to his lips before my phone tings repeatedly, pulling us out of our shared trance. I run a hand through my hair quickly, grabbing my phone and sighing.

“Is Jay needy?” Druig smirks, amused at the almost quadruple text messages from this man.

“Just lost.” I quickly type a reply, before rushing around to grab my shoes and bag.

“Seriously? Is this guy even worth it?” Druig continues to question me, my own mind asking the same questions.

“That’s what the drink is for, gotta suss him out first.”

Druig rolls his eyes, holding my apartment door open.

“Go rescue the damsel.”

I narrow my eyes at him, pulling my jacket on.

“Coming up with jokes now?” Druig smiles sweetly at me, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“You can stay here if you want, but seriously consider going out for a drink or maybe go borrow another book.” I suggest as Druig nods, gesturing for me to leave.

“Go have fun with Jai.”

“Jay.”

“Darling, I don’t care.”

I scoff, walking out of my apartment. He could be a little nicer about this.

\\//

20 minutes. 20 minutes of pure awful small talk and Jay going on and on about the stock market and why it’s good to invest into Stark Industries, like I honestly care about that.

“Excuse me.” I look up at the waiter, thankful for the small interruption and silence from Jay.

“This is for you.” The waiter places down a vodka sunrise cocktail in front of me. I suck my teeth, fucking Druig.

“We didn’t order this.” Jay scoffs.

“Correct Sir, the gentlemen at the bar did.” The waiter moves to the side, Druig raising his glass in the air, sending a wink in my direction as butterflies erupt deep in my stomach, a sigh passing my lips. “The gentlemen has a message for you.”

“Fucking poser.” Jay mumbles low attempting to go unnoticed but failing.

The waiter looks over Jay with disgust before looking at me and smiling.

“The message, A drink is always a good idea.” The waiter smiles, quickly turning away from the table as I swirl my straw around the glass. I chuckle softly, my eyes flicking to Druig, his already locked onto me. My breath hitches slightly as his eyes trail over my body slowly.

“Are you going to drink that?” Jay asks, his hand gesturing to the cocktail glass.

“With pleasure.” I bring the glass to my lips, quickly downing the liquid in one go.

“Shit.” Jay is shocked at my actions. I feel the soft alcohol warmth fill my chest, quickly flicking my eyes to an amused and smug Druig.

“Anyway, so Tony Stark.” My mind instantly switches off not wanting to listen to another minute about stocks or Tony Stark.

Every now and again I flick my eyes over to Druig, his gaze never leaving me.

\\//

“Let me walk you home, London isn’t the safest city.”

I open my mouth to protest Jay’s claim, his hand grabbing mine and forcing our fingers together as he blindly leads us down the street.

“Might be best if you follow me.”

Jay smiles at me nodding, I quickly take in his appearance, mentally slapping myself. Of course he resembles Druig.

After ten minutes of walking Jay and I reach my apartment, his eyes taking in the surroundings.

“I had fun.”

I smile weakly at him, rummaging through my bag for my apartment key, a groan passing my lips. I left it on the kitchen counter. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“You okay?” Jay asks, his hand rubbing up and down my arm, a cold feeling washing over me with every stroke. I move away from him, before nodding.

“Yeah, just left my key inside, I’ll have to call a friend.”

“You could come home with me, I’m only half an hour away.”

Jay walks closer to me, my back hitting against the door, his hand on my hip the same cold feeling washing over me.

“Am I interrupting?”

Relief fills me at Druig’s voice. Jay sucks his teeth pulling away from me as he faces Druig.

“Aren’t you the guy from the bar?”

Druig smirks, chuckling softly, my apartment key in his hand as my keychain jingles.

“Are you stalking my girl here?”

“Hear that Y/n, you’re his girl, congratulations.”

I roll my eyes at the two of them, putting my hand out.

“The key.”

“Woah, woah, key? This douche has your key?” Jay asks, putting his hand in front of me to stop me from getting the key.

I open my mouth to speak before Druig cuts me off.

“Douche? Wow, haven’t been called that in a long time.”

“Druig.” I warn, wanting to just get inside and wash this guy and date off me.

“You know him?”

“He’s a friend.” I mumble as Jay smirks, walking up to Druig, being face to face with him. Jay’s eyes travel over Druig a chuckle passing his lips.

“Friend, bet that stings huh bud.”

Druig licks his lips, tilting his head slightly as he laughs at Jay. Jay puffs his chest out a bit more not having expected Druig to laugh in his face.

“Keep laughing buddy, I’ll be the one making her scream my name later.”

Druig’s jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists as his eyes glow yellow.

“Leave, forget this night, take a train to Glasgow.”

Jay’s eyes settle back to their normal colour as he mindlessly walks away from us.

Silence falls over Druig and I, my brain trying to figure out what just occurred. That’s the first time Druig has used his power in front of me.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. The dark part of me screaming about how powerful he truly is, how in control he can be.

Druig walks into my dark apartment, flicking on the lamp in the lounge room as I drop my bag and jacket on the dinning table.

“Seriously Y/n, you honestly pick dickheads.”

I chuckle, clicking my tongue. Ignoring him.

“When will you learn?”

“Learn what Druig? If you have a magical solution for me finding the one, then enlighten me.”

Druig runs his hands down his legs, sighing as he looks out of my balcony door, the city lighting up the sky, staying quiet.

“Exactly, do you think I like going out with guys like that? Guy’s that don’t give a fuck about what I like but cannot wait to take me to bed?”

Druig’s jaw clenches again as he runs his hand over his face and through his hair.

“Do you want me to thank you? Thanks for having a pissing contest outside of my apartment, thanks for ordering me a drink and stirring the pot, it really made my night.”

I turn away from him before his voice stops me in my tracks.

“Do you get how fucking hard it is for me? Seeing you waste your time on guy’s like him, guys who only want to get you between the sheets?”

Druig stands, only a few inches away from me.

“You don’t get it do you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, a small amount of fear filling me, is this the moment I’ve been worrying about, the moment Druig decides this is to hard and he walks away.

“What is there to get Druig? You’re jealous because I get to try and find my person and you don’t get to?”

Druig scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at the ground.

I instantly want to take my words back but im so mad at him, how dare he give me shit for trying to replace him, its not fucking easy.

Druig sighs, his eyes locking with mine, “Y/n, I’m in love with you and it fucking sucks seeing you with other guys, guys that aren’t worth your time, so yeah I guess I’m jealous.”

My brain tries to comprehend what Druig just confessed to me. He loves me?

Druig’s eyes search mine, a blank stare present on my face.

“Say something, please.”

I flick my eyes from his to his lips, choosing to show my actions rather than use my words. I close the gap between us, his hands falling to the middle of my back and keeping me close to his chest, my fingers running through his hair.

Our lips fit perfectly against each other, the kiss filled with every emotion, love, eagerness, gentle and urgent.

Druig walks me backwards, my back hitting my bedroom door allowing for the wood to swing open, clearing the small distance to my bed. Our lips pull apart from each other, pulling each other's clothes from our bodies, eager to finally be together.

Druig holds my waist, stepping away from me slightly, truly taking in my appearance as blush fills my cheeks.

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl.” Butterflies take over all of my senses, his lips attaching to mine again as I fall back onto the bed. His knee falls between my thighs, his hand moving from beside my head and running down my body. His fingertips causing goosebumps and shivers to wash over me.

His fingers dance over my thighs, brushing against my dripping pussy. His smile breaks our kiss, our eyes locking together.

“Who made you this wet?”

I smirk, biting my lip as Druig studies my face. His finger presses flat against my throbbing clit, a gasp passing my lips.

“I asked a question.”

Arousal rushes to my core, Druig completely taking over my senses.

“You did.”

Druig hums in response, slowly circling his finger on my clit, his lips attaching to my neck as he licks and sucks my skin, leaving his mark on me. I moan at the feeling, my fingers tugging on his hair. My back arches into his chest as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in and out with ease, my slick walls welcoming him. Druig adds another finger, curling them inside of me, pressing against my spongy spot.

“Oh fuck.”

Druig moans, kissing down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts. He takes my nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before sucking it, pulling back enough for our eyes to meet as he winks at me. My eyes roll back, a chorus of sighs and moans falling from my lips.

He keeps his pace, his fingers slipping in and out of me.

“Druig, please.”

Druig’s cock brushes against my thigh, twitching at my plea.

“Please.” His dick twitches again as I smirk figuring out he has a begging kink.

“Druig.” He groans, pulling his fingers from me as I whimper at the loss of contact. He sits back on his calves, basking in the image of me under him, begging for his cock.

“Fuck me, please.” Druig sighs deeply, pumping his cock a few times before lining up with my entrance.

“Anything for you baby.”

I smirk at the pet name, my mouth falling open as I gasp, his cock stretching my walls. Druig moans at the feeling of my walls clenching around him, his head tilted back.

I wiggle my hips, silently begging for him to move. He slowly thrusts in and out of me, savouring the feeling of his cock disappearing inside of me.

“Good girl, fuck your pussy is good.” I moan at the praise, his hips rocking into mine. He bends towards me, his body covering me as our lips meet. Soft, gentle and loving kisses in between moans and gasps as his cock massages my walls.

“Faster, please.” Druig moans at my plea, speeding up his pace. Druig moves some of the hair out of my face, our eyes locking together as he smiles.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Tingles rush through me at his words, a smile dances across my face, blush heating up my cheeks.

“I love you.”

Druig’s eyes flutter closed as he continues to thrust in and out of me, his hand moving to my pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

“Holy fuck.” I moan at the added pleasure, my nails digging into his forearm as his lips kiss up and down my neck, whispering praise into my ear.

“Good girl.”

“Take me so well.”

“Feel so good baby.”

I feel my body go hot, my muscles tensing.

“Let go, cum for me Y/n, I’ve got you.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking around him, my back arching as my boobs press against his chest.

Druig thrusts into me a few more times, his moans filling the air as he cums inside of me, a warmth shooting through my core.

Druig cups my face in his hands, placing a soft kiss to my lips before laying beside me, pulling me closer to him as I gasp, his cock staying buried inside of me.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at his words, happy to finally have him as mine.

\\//

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love-is-a-dagger · 2 years

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Hurricane

Druig x powered!reader

A curse or a blessing? Most likely a curse in your mind. Unable to express emotion without harming others.

This fic is inspired by @itsapeterthing post called sunshine. That post is just *chef kiss*

The readers like tia pepa from Encanto, the weather reflecting their mood and such.

Rumbling.

That’s what he woke up to, a contrast to the soft morning sun he was used to in the Amazon.

Looking to his side, he hears the swooshing of the wind, blowing near everything in its way. That’s gonna be a pain to clean up.

Glancing to his other side he sees your spot empty, suggesting that you’re up and about, most likely causing havoc he’ll have to sort out.

With a grunt, he gets out of bed, taking a second to rub his eye before adding a layer of clothing to warm himself.

Taking another look out the window he sees flickers of lightning.

It didn’t take him long to realise that the weather reflects your emotion. Prime example of this would be when your cactus died, he had no idea how you managed that, but when a rain cloud appeared about your head he didn’t need any more proof that your power reflects your emotions.

Reaching the main room, he sees you sitting cross legged on the floor, the wind being extremely powerful, it’s roars almost hurting the eternals ears. The wind you’re creating is powerful enough to lift some objects, that once in the air, began to gravitate in a circle around the room, almost protecting you.

With a sigh, he closes his eyes. He hates going into your mind, but he couldn’t get to you. Despite the amount of times he’s done this, he’s still hesitant.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/n”

He can’t help but smirk when as soon as he echos his voice in your mind, the storm calms. He strides towards you, as you silently sit on the floor.

“I know what you’re going to say” you sound annoyed, to which he smirks.

Knowing you’re probably going through a hard time right now, so he decides to tease you.

“You’re lucky its not a hurricane” you giggle when he said exactly what you said the first time you met.

He crouches down your level, matching you small smile. He leans over, butting your heads together, reminding you of the first time he met you.

The wind was strong, extremely strong. It almost blew Druig’s umbrella away, making him regret agreeing to go to Ajak’s home.

He wouldn’t mind seeing his ‘college friends’ again, but Ajak had befriended a mortal and became close friends.

He only tolerates the mortals in his Amazon home, and having to spend a few hours with a total strangers feels like licking a cheese grater to Druig.

“Welcome” Ajak’s strong voice calls out, welcoming Druig when he makes it to the house, with her standing at the door, welcoming him in.

“I’m sorry about the weather” The healer apologises to the grumpy man.

Druig looks at her questionably, not understanding what she meant.

“The others are in the living room, my dearest friend, Y/N is there”

He didn’t really care enough of a mortal, who’s going to die in his lifetime, to remember that name for long.

But when he walked in, he was tempted to walk straight back out, because when he saw a small thunder cloud he thought he was going mental.

“Ajak?” He questions, not taking his eyes off you. You looked simply beautiful, he almost thought you were a goddess.

“Y/n, you’ve got a cloud” when she said your name, your head spun to her, a light blush on your cheek. He could practically see your nervousness, the way you grabbed onto your hands, not very sure of yourself.

“You’re lucky is not a hurricane”

#druig x y/n #druig x you #druig x reader #Druig is hot #eternals #eternals x reader #druig fluff #druig/reader #druig imagine

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Can you do (a dark!Druig) one where druig captures the reader and uses his mind control to keep her in line as she resists and he slowly wears her down by using his powers to make her feel good/immensepleasure while he fucks her until she associates him fucking her with pleasure (through conditioning) and craves him and finally gives into him? Or something along those lines?

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Dark!Druig x (female) Mortal!Reader

Summary: Druig is obsessed with making you his, and so he uses his powers to his advantage…

Warnings: mind control, dub/non-con, masturbating (f), pillow humping, biting / marking, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), cum-eating, penetrative sex (m+f), Dom!Druig, Sub!Reader, dirty talk, degradation kink, pet names (kitten and master amongst others), a weird kind of voyeurism??, kinda orgasm denial?? (it’ll make sense when you read it lmao), tiny bit of dacryphilia (crying kink), multiple orgasms, minors DNI

EXTRA Warnings: this fic features major use of mind control, in which Druig uses his powers to have sex with the reader and make her compliant, he also uses his powers so that she always thinks of him when she climaxes so she eventually learns to associate him with pleasure, so essentially like psychological conditioning / grooming. I appreciate these are very dark themes so please be forewarned before engaging with this writing.

This is a piece of fiction and I do not in any way condone the actions depicted in this writing.

Because of these dark themes, please read at your own risk.

A/N: more Dark!Druig? Yes please and thank you! I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you like it🖤✨🥰 Also apologies, this is another long one!! It also took me so so long to write this so I super appreciate every like, reblog, and comment🥺🖤

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You didn’t really remember how you ended up in this compound in the middle of the Amazonian forest. You couldn’t remember any life before this. In fact you couldn’t really remember anything at all from before a few months ago. Every time you tried your mind would just swim with blurry images, random pictures flashing so fast you could never really catch a glimpse of them. Trying to think back usually resulted in you getting a splitting headache in the effort.

What you did remember is what was responsible for you being here. Or rather, who. Druig.

That bastard had ripped you away from whatever life you had before this, forcing you to live here, to work here, to do whatever the fuck he wanted you to here.

To make matters worse, he never left you alone. He was constantly around you, blatantly and crudely flirting with you whenever he felt like it, making the most obscene comments when no one else could hear. You usually just responded by rolling your eyes and quipping back with a snarky comment.

But today when he cornered you alone in one of the storage rooms it was different. There was an undercurrent of anger in his comments towards you, an air of frustration arising from him. Your last smart comment was one too far apparently as he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, his fingers digging uncomfortably into your jaw. You cry out and attempt to pull away, your hands closing around his forearm. But he’s too strong for you. He holds you roughly in place as he brings his snarling lips to your ear.

“I think I’ve had enough of that smart mouth of yours” he seethes viciously. He leans back to look at you again. “The only thing I want to hear leaving your mouth is my name as you moan it."

“Never” you spit back defiantly. A dark laugh rumbles through his chest.

“We’ll see about that” he grins as you watch his eyes begin to shimmer with a faint golden colour. He leans in close to you, his breath ghosting over your lips. You try to pull backwards but his grip on your jaw is too strong. Pain flares through you when he squeezes your face even tighter at your defiance.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he seethes. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anything but me.” You’re about to scoff and laugh in his face when you suddenly feel your entire body go slack. Your mind suddenly empties of all thoughts. You hear him let out a satisfied grunt, but it sounds distant, distorted somehow, like your mind wasn’t fully comprehending it. You then feel his hand release your jaw. Your body is then moving on its own accord, turning to face the wall. Your body takes the few steps until you’re right up against the wall.

You then feel hands on your body, roughly pulling down your trousers and underwear until your ass was exposed. You can feel Druig's body behind you press close against you, his body covering yours. His hips collide with your ass, grinding against you, shoving you harshly into the wall. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear as he laughs darkly again. You then feel a sudden lightness as his body lifts off you, but your body remains firmly in place, no desire to do anything but stay exactly where you were. Rough hands are suddenly ripping your trousers and panties off you, shoving them down to your ankles. You hear a satisfied grunt behind you.

You then hear what sounds like a zip being undone, the rustle of fabric moving. When Druig presses his body against yours again you can now feel his cock against your bare ass. He grinds against you a few more times before leaning back slightly again. You hear him spit and feel a warm liquid lands right in the crevice of your ass. Druig drags his cock through the folds of your ass, gathering his own spit there. You then feel him guide his cock lower through the folds of your ass before you feel his head brush against the entrance of your cunt. Another satisfied grunt sounds from Druig as he pushes his dick all the way inside you in one motion. You feel a slight pressure, a burn that's walking the border between being painful and pleasurable. He’d given you no opportunity to prepare, to adjust to his size. He groans again at the tightness of your cunt, your walls squeezing him so firmly.

“Not so snarky now are you?” He hums as he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting harshly.

You feel him begin to thrust into you forcefully, taking no care to start slowly with you. He jerks his hips against you brutally, your front slamming against the wall repeatedly. The room becomes filled with Druig’s grunts mixed with the wet sounds of his cock plowing into you over and over. Your mind is blank, barely registering the scene. All your brain can focus on is the feeling, the feeling of being so full with Druig’s cock, the feeling of his head pushing against your sweet spot with each thrust, the feeling of an uncontrollable pleasure building inside you.

You feel Druig’s mouth pull off your neck as he leans back again. Then your vision is suddenly going blurry, your current sight fading away from you, replaced with a new view, like someone was changing the tv channel in your mind.

Suddenly you can see yourself, the back of you anyway. You can see your face pressed against the wall. You can see a hand on your back, pushing you against the wall, holding you in place. The view then pans to look down. You can see your own ass. You can see Druig’s cock as he plunges into you repeatedly, your wetness completely coating him as he moves in and out of you. Druig was showing you his view. He was literally making you watch him fuck you.

You watch as he thrusts sloppily into you a few more times before you feel, and see, your legs begin to shake. Your thighs tremble as you feel pleasure course through your body. You feel yourself clench around Druig’s cock, you watch as you convulse against the wall. Druig grunts loudly again as your walls squeeze him. You hear his voice ring through your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. The command rings though your mind like a chant, like a spell.

You’re then back to watching Druig’s cock disappear repeatedly between your folds. You watch as his cock pulses inside you, his hot cum filling you up. You then watch as he pulls his cock slowly out of you, his cum leaking out of your entrance, dripping down your thighs. He leans back towards your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“One day you’re gonna beg me to fuck you" he promises darkly.

You hear a another wicked laugh rumble through your head before you finally snap awake again. You blink in confusion, looking around you but seeing no one else around. You gasp in shock when you realise your trousers and underwear were around your ankles. It’s only when you rush to pull them back up that you feel the sticky wetness between your thighs. You then start to notice the pain between your legs, a pain that ached and yet somehow felt good. What the fuck had happened? Panic seeps through your body as you cover yourself. A shame spreads through you, a tear threatening to escape you as realise what exactly is leaking from you. But behind the shame and panic, there was something else. A satisfaction, a pleasure even. You felt good, blissed somehow despite the terror. You were mortified that you had to go the rest of the day with Druig’s cum sitting in your panties, but also you were so unbelievably turned on by it.

...

It had been nearly a week since that encounter and Druig had barely left your mind since. He was like a poison in your brain, seeping into your thoughts and corrupting them. Every time you thought of him you could feel yourself start to get a wet, an ache settling between your thighs. You hated how much of an effect he seemed to have over you, especially one where your mind raged against him so, but your body just became intensely aroused.

Gods you hated that smug face of his. That ridiculous smirk of his. The way he titled his head when he watched you. Those arms of his in that stupid sleeveless shirt. The bulge that his soft fabric pants did nothing to conceal. Fuck. Fuck him. You moan in frustration as you feel yourself start to get wet thinking of him. He made you so mad, and yet so turned on.

Another frustrated grunt leaves you as you grab the pillow next to you from where you were lying on your bed. You roll it up and place it in front of you. You swing your leg over it, straddling the pillow. You waste no time in grinding your dripping cunt against it, the thin fabric of your panties pushing up and against your clit as you rut against the pillow. You just wanted this over with, to find your release and be done with it. You despised the fact that every time you touched yourself Druig’s face would be the one to invade your mind. It seemed you could only ever cum when it was his name in your mouth, his image in your brain.

You could practically hear him in your head. I want you to think only of me every time you cum. You can see his eyes flash gold in your vision, the words penetrating your mind, branding themselves inside your head. This particular vision seemed to pop up in your mind every time you got yourself off, like you almost had no choice but to think of him every time you climaxed.

You can’t fight it, even if you tried, and so you continued to drag your clit back and forth over your pillow until your orgasm broke over you, Druig’s satisfied face and smug laugh ringing through your brain. You grunt in frustration again. You hated to admit that ever since he’d been penetrating your thoughts you’d been having the most mind-blowing orgasms. It was like pleasure you had never previously known, it was almost unreal.

Really, fuck that man.

...

Over the next few weeks there were several more occasions where you’d feel your mind empty, only to wake up again with more stickiness between your legs. Druig was abusing his power with you, using you like a personal sex toy that he could fuck any time he liked. Part of you was horrified. But the other part of you... the other part of you liked it. You liked being used by him, despite how much you hated him. You just couldn’t deny how good you always felt afterwards. The aftermath of the orgasms he’d give you would leave your stomach fluttering for hours. And yet you’d always run home first chance you could to touch yourself again. His face, his voice, always swirling around your head as you did so. You’d go home, spread your legs open on your bed, and fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining they were his. You’d feel his cum still sitting inside you, coating your own hands as you made yourself climax over and over again.

It was like your body now physically craved him. The slightest thought of him had slick pooling in your panties. Actually seeing him around the compound made you physically squirm. You’d rub your thighs together discreetly, trying to relieve any of the ache that you felt sit between your legs. Though perhaps it wasn’t that discreet since Druig always seemed to have that shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you, like he knew how much of a mess you were just from having him in the vicinity.

...

One day, after this turmoil had been going on for almost two months, you were on your bed, pillow between you legs, as you rocked back and forth again. You were thinking of Druig like normal, but somehow it was different. Your thoughts of him felt distanced, weak. The images of him kept slipping away. You were rutting against your pillow frantically, but the sensations just weren’t the same, they were weaker somehow. You bucked and writhed against the pillow, switching positions multiple times, adding your fingers inside you to help. But it just didn’t work. After almost an hour of trying you eventually give up, flopping back on your bed, a sweaty, panting, and frustrated mess. You huffed in frustration but you figured it was just one bad session. You’d be fine later on. Right?

But you weren’t. The next night when you went to touch yourself again the same thing happened. Druig’s image failed to stay in your mind, your body just unable to reach climax. All that you gained that night was a sore, rubbed raw clit and an aching arm.

This continued for another two weeks. You were never able to get yourself off anymore. Frustration and tension were just building up inside you, threatening to bubble over at any moment. What made the whole situation worse was that it also seemed that Druig had stopped using you as his sex toy. You didn’t know whether he’d lost interest in you, gotten bored, or simply found someone else. Worse than that, your body still craved him. Your body was constantly in want for him, to have his touch on you again, to have his cock in you just one last time, just anything. You were in a constant state of desire. A desire that was never fulfilled or relieved.

After another week of this you were completely at your wits end. Your mind was in denial but your body knew exactly what you needed. You needed Druig. You needed Druig to touch you. You needed Druig to fuck you.

And that’s how you now found yourself storming towards Druig’s cabin in the middle of the night.

You approach his cabin and gasp in surprise when you notice him just outside his cabin, like he was waiting for something, or someone. Druig stood on his decking, looking down at you as you approached, a look of knowing on his face, like he knew you were eventually going to come confront him. That devil’s grin was back on his face. That smug bastard you seethe in your head. You hear that familiar dark laugh cut through the night air. He smirks at you before turning around and walking back into his cabin, leaving the door open behind him, beckoning you inside. You hesitate for a second. Were you really going to do this? Your pussy aches between your legs, weeks of pent up frustration and desire throbbing in your cunt. Yes you really were, apparently.

You followed him inside, wondering through his cabin until you found him waiting in what must be his bedroom. He’s stood leaning against a desk opposite the foot of the bed. You tiptoe past the threshold of the room, suddenly nervous and unsure of how to go about asking this man to fuck you into oblivion.

“Something on your mind little one?” He teases, leaning back on the desk, raking his gaze over your body. The hunger in his eyes sends a wave of arousal through your body. You genuinely don’t think you’d ever been so desperate to fucked in your entire life. You just wish it didn’t have to be with this asshole.

“I think you know what’s on my mind” you murmur.

“Mmm I do, but I want to hear you say it” he purrs, his eyes narrowing at you. You feel your jaw tighten in frustration. So he wasn’t going to make this easy.

After a few moments he speaks up again.

“Come on sweetheart. I know why you’re here, I know how desperate you are...” he whispers huskily, his words going straight to your throbbing cunt.

“How could you possibly know?” You breathe.

“Because I’m the one who’s been making you so frustrated. I’m the one who hasn’t let you cum in weeks” he says bluntly. Your eyes widen in shock.

“But I’m also the one who let you have all those mind-blowing orgasms beforehand too” he smirks again.

“W-what do you mean?” You stammer quietly.

“What do you think I mean, little one?” He teases you, walking over to you, moving to stand close behind you, his breath hot on your neck. You feel your body tense and your pussy clench at his sudden proximity.

“All those times I thought of you whilst I- I- got off? That was actually you? In my mind?” You whispered in disbelief.

“Yes kitten, every-single-time. And fuck, you looked amazing touching yourself like that, my name falling from those perfect lips of yours” he practically purrs into you ear.

“You were watching me?” You squeak. There’s that despicable laugh of his again, his breathe fanning across your neck.

“I was in your head, kitten. Your eyes were my eyes. I watched as you watched you fuck yourself with your fingers” he breathes huskily.

“And you really did make my mind think only of you?”

“Mmm, only of me sweetheart” he murmurs whilst suddenly kissing down the side of your neck, nipping you with his teeth as he goes. You moan involuntarily, your entire body aching with need.

“So why haven’t you done it recently? You haven’t been in my head for weeks, I haven’t...haven’t...in weeks...” you stammer weakly.

“Haven’t cum? Yes because I’ve been deliberately out of your head for a little while now” he hums.

“Why?” You breathe. You can feel him smirk again.

“It’s a game of patience, sweetheart. I was waiting for this. Waiting for you to crack. Now you’re here. And you want it. You want me. Of your own accord” he laughs darkly. “And now, kitten, you’re gonna fucking beg for it” he bites your earlobe harshly once before he spins your round to face him.

Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him in awe.

“So go on, beg for it” he taunts. Your mouth opens and closes, words completely failing you. Your pride wanted you to just spin around and walk out the door. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something deep inside you had pulled you here, and now it was keeping you in place. Your mind and your body were overwhelmed with the thought of him fucking you. You needed him to fuck you, even if it did mean you had to beg for it.

You swallow your ego and your pride. You look to the floor as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands folded in your lap.

“Please. Please Druig” you whisper, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“Hmm, please what?” He mocks you.

“Please. Please… fuck me Druig.” He laughs again.

“Come on kitten, I think you can do better than that” he taunts you, grabbing your chin between his fingers, squeezing your jaw harshly. He lifts your chin so you’re forced to look at him. “Tell me what you want baby, beg for it.” An agonised moan escapes you.

“Druig please, fuck me. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, on my cunt. I want to feel your cock so full inside me. I want you to absolutely ruin me. I want to feel myself stretch over your glorious cock. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, until I can’t even think. Please Druig please” you cry. Clearly you’d hit the mark with those words because a satisfied grunt sounds from Druig.

“Good girl” he praises before he bends forward to place a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb” he confirms, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“But first” he stands back up. “You’re gonna suck me until I cum in that filthy little mouth of yours” he instructs as he pulls his hardened cock out of his pants.

Even just the sight of his dick makes you moan. You lean forward slightly and stick out your tongue so it just dips into the slit on his tip. You can taste the salt of his pre-cum already. You flick your tongue again, eliciting a deep groan from Druig. You feel a weird sense of power flow through you, having Druig moan like that because of you. It makes you bold. You reach out and grab his base with your hand, pumping him a few times with your hand. You then take him into your mouth, fitting in as much as you can take before your gag reflex kicks in. Another deep groan sounds from Druig as your mouth starts to move on him, bobbing your head and up and down. You pump his base where your mouth can’t reach. You work him for a while, your jaw beginning to ache with the effort, but you knew he’d never let you stop, not until he’d finished down your throat. So you pushed through the pain, squeezing his base slightly with your hand, flattening your tongue against the underneath of his shaft. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking him as hard you can.

“Ah fuck, there’s a good girl. I always knew your mouth would feel amazing” he pants from above you. You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your sound elicit another groan from him. Next thing you know he’s got his hand twisted in you hair, forcing your head to move even faster on him. He bucks his hips, fucking himself into your mouth. His pace is desperate and sloppy and you can tell he’s close.

You take your other hand and begin to massage his balls, rubbing them in your hand. You hear him swear again as he ruts extra hard.

“Yes, just like that kitten” he whispers, his head thrown back in pleasure. His grip in your hair tightens as his hips still, you can feel his cock pulse inside your mouth, his balls contracting in your hand.

“There’s a good girl” he grunts, thrusting so deeply into your mouth you gag around him, a tear slipping from your eye. Your gagging throat around him causes another deep moan to leave him. You then feel his hot load shoot to the back of your throat. But you keep sucking, drawing out every last drop he had to give you until he’s pulling you off him by the hair. You looks down at you with lust blown eyes as swallow his entire load. He moves his hand from your hair back to your face, pinching your chin in his fingers.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say or else you’ll be leaving here just as frustrated as you arrived. You understand?” He tightens his grip on your chin.

“Yes, Druig” you whisper.

“Yes, master” his eyes flash gold for a second as you feel your head empty.

“Yes master” you hear your voice repeat.

“Mmm there’s a good girl” he groans, releasing your chin, his eyes dimming down as you feel your consciousness flow back into you. He tucks himself back into his pants before he moves to sit in the chair by the desk, facing you.

“I’m not gonna touch you just yet, kitten” he purrs. A whine escapes you.

“Hush little one” he snaps. “Instead, you’re gonna come sit here and ride my thigh until you cum for me."

You moan instinctively at the promise of some relief.

“I want you to strip first though. I want you completely naked in my lap” he instructs.

“Yes master” you squeak, getting up off your knees. Druig keeps his eyes on you as you slowly shuck off all your clothes until you’re completely bare in front of him. His satisfied smirk and hungry eyes make you moan again.

“Fuck you’re incredible” he says, looking you up and down torturously slow. He pats one of his thighs, “come take a seat here babygirl.”

You waste no time obeying his instruction, almost leaping over to him. You straddle his thigh, sinking down until the fabric of his trousers burns over you aching clit. An almost embarrassingly loud moan sounds from you as you finally gain some friction after being desperate for so so long. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you use him as leverage to help rock yourself back and forth on his thigh. Even just the slightest of movements felt amazing, back like it did when Druig was in your head all those weeks ago. Except now it was even better because Druig actually was here, beneath you, his hands gripping your hips, helping you grind your cunt into his thigh.

“That’s it kitten” he praises. “Much better than that pillow of yours hmm?” He coos as you begin to speed up your rhythm, his grip on your hips tightening until you knew they’d leave bruises.

“Yes master. Much better” Both you and Druig have your heads down, watching as you rock against his thigh. Your pants and moans start to increase as you finally, finally, start to feel your climax approaching. Weeks of pent up frustration and arousal coil in your lower belly, just moments away from release. You look up to Druig to discover he’s already watching your face. You look in his eyes, silently asking permission, begging that he finally let you cum.

“You can cum kitten” he confirms. “But you keep your eyes on me as you do so” he commands. You nod once as you rock fervently against him. You gasp as you finally feel the coil snap, that long-awaited release washing over you at last. Your mouth hangs open as your eyebrows furrow together, the pleasure completely taking over your body. You make sure to keep your eyes open, Druig’s lusty stare just making the orgasm all the more intense. Your legs shake as you ride through your climax. Druig groans at the sight of you falling apart on his leg.

“Good kitten” he praises. He then leans up and captures your open mouth with his. You both moan into the kiss as he shoves his tongue against yours. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck, tugging the short hair at the nape of his neck. He groans as you scratch your nails across his scalp.

Next thing you know he’s hooking his hands under your butt, lifting you with him as he stands up. Your kiss never breaks as he walks you over to the bed. He lowers you onto the bed, crawling over you. You’re frantically pawing at him, tugging on his hair, on his shirt, bucking your hips up against his, pitifully desperate to have him inside you. You whine into the kiss, pushing up into him, your teeth clashing. He pulls back from you slightly.

“Patience little one, I’m going to give you exactly what you want” he smirks. He leans up further to discard of his shirt. You immediately reach forwards, your hands roaming over his body, raking your nails down his chest. He groans again he kisses you roughly again. This kiss is briefer as he leans up again to pull his trousers and pants down, once again freeing his hardened cock. You moan at the sight of it, at the anticipation of finally having it inside you. You lie back, spreading your legs wide, waiting for him. He chuckles that devious laugh of his. He lifts his chin at you before speaking.

“Flip over kitten” he commands. You look at him in slight shock and confusion, hesitating.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warns, a sharp edge to his voice. You swallow nervously before hesitantly rolling over to lay on your front. A satisfied grunt leaves Druig as he gets the perfect view of your ass. He crawls over the top of you, his mouth coming to rest by your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are. Coming in here so desperate for my cock hmm? Just begging for me to fuck you” He growls into your ear causing a shiver to run down you entire body. You feel him grind his dick on your ass for emphasis. You moan and push your ass up against him, begging him to just get inside you.

“But I’m gonna make you wait just a little longer” he bites the shell of your ear. You’re about to whine when a gasp cuts you short as you feel one of his fingers enter you.

“Fuck you’re soaking. You really are just so desperate for me aren’t you? It’s pathetic kitten” he moans into your neck as he pushes another finger inside you. He scissors them inside you, stretching you open. He begins a languid pace of pumping his fingers in and out of you, all the while continuing to grind his cock against your ass. His other hand holds his weight just above you whilst his mouth attacks your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking bruise after bruise all over your delicate skin.

Even with his slow pace you can start to feel a climax build inside you, a slow burn settling in the pit of your stomach. You also couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was finally touching you, that you were going to cum on his fingers instead of your own. The thought makes you moan again and push your hips harder against his hand, letting his fingers hit even deeper inside you. He groans and begins to pump you a bit faster. His pace paired with your bucking quickly has you racing towards another orgasm. You feel your thighs begin to tremble again, your body shaking slightly underneath him. A strangled gasp sounds from you as you feel that coil snap again, your orgasm washing over you. You clench around Druig’s fingers, continuing to buck against him to ride out your high. He groans and keeps pushing his fingers into you.

“Was that good babygirl? Much better than your own fingers?” He mocks as he harshly pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact and nod pitifully.

You feel Druig shift slightly above you. The next thing you hear is him pumping himself a few times. Then you feel the head of his dick swipe through your soaking folds. You moan and shudder even from that simple action. You lift your ass up even higher, moving your knees to spread yourself even wider for him. He groans, pushing his head through your folds a few more times, gathering your arousal. He was so close and yet so far from where you wanted him.

“Druig, please” you whimper. He freezes his actions suddenly.

“Who?!” He snarls.

“Please, master, please. I’m sorry. Please, please just fuck me” you’re practically crying at this point.

“That’s better” he commends just as he pushes his tip inside you. You’re so wet with weeks of want that he slides into you with almost embarrassing ease. The quietest “oh fuck” leaves Druig’s lips as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt. You both moan together as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you again.

This time Druig doesn’t waste time with starting slow, he sets a brutal pace of pounding into you, finally fulfilling his promise of fucking you dumb, fucking you until your only thoughts were of him.

“You like that little one? You happy now my cock is finally in you?” He pants above you. His one hand is on your hip, pulling you harshly against his hips as he fucks himself into you. You just whimper incoherently, your body completely taken over by the sheer pleasure of finally having him inside you again. You know he’d fucked you before, but this was the first time you were fully conscious, and it felt all the better for it.

“Use your words kitten” he coos in your ear.

“Mmmm fuck... Druig you feel... s-so good. I-I...” you try to speak but you’re so drunk on his cock you just trail off into more incoherent moaning.

“My cock made you too dumb to speak hmm?” He taunts. He laughs at you as he thrusts into you even harder, the head of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your pussy is sensitive from your first two orgasms but you’re too wrapped in the pure bliss that Druig’s cock was providing you to really care.

More pathetic whines and moans escape you as you start to feel that burn in your lower belly again, the pressure of your third incoming climax building. You arch your back, fisting your hands tightly into the sheets beneath you.

“You gonna cum again? Gonna cum all over my cock? That’s exactly what you wanted it isn’t it? You little slut.” Druig mocks you, his breath hot in the crook of your neck.

You just cry and nod again, your whole body convulsing as you reach the precipice of pleasure. You then feel his other hand reach underneath you, sliding down the front of your belly until he reaches your folds. His fingers begin circling your clit, matching the rhythm of his cock moving inside you. You almost feel tears sting your eyes as your pleasure heightens to a level you’re sure you’ve never felt before. It’s so pleasurable it’s almost painful. Druig can feel how close you are, your walls beginning to contract around him.

“Alright kitten, you can cum” he whispers. "Cum for me little one” he urges.

And with that you cross the threshold into mind-blowing pleasure. Your cries are pitiful as you clench around Druig, squeezing him with your walls. Your vision blurs and your toes curl, your entire body exploding with pleasure.

“You’re squeezing me so good kitten, so fucking tight for me” he pants as you feel his brutal pace finally start to falter. He rocks into you a few more times before he stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up with his load. He stays inside you for a minute, the two of breathing heavy and sweating. You’re completely fucked out, unsure you even have the strength to move let alone stand after this.

Druig grunts as he finally pulls out of you, leaving you still panting heavily underneath him. You moan as you feel his cum leak out of you, that all too familiar feeling from the first time he had ever fucked you. You feel Druig place a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the mattress. You then feel his lips trail down your back, kissing and biting down your body. He grazes his lips all the way down your body until he eventually reaches your ass. He bites deeply into one of your cheeks, causing a surprised cry to sound from you. He sucks on the sore skin, pulling blood to the surface, working his very best to make sure a significant bruise would be left there later.

Once he’s done sucking his mark into your flesh he moves lower down again. He uses his hands to lift your hips slightly, pushing your cunt up into the air. You feel gravity pull his cum further out of you, dripping it forwards between your folds. You moan again at the sensation. Druig then uses his hands to spread your cheeks open, baring your ruined pussy. A deep groan escapes him.

“Fuck kitten, this is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Your ruined cunt, dripping with my cum” he moans. “I think you need to see this for yourself little one."

You suddenly feel your head empty again. Your vision swims as Druig takes over your mind. He forces his view upon you, showing your own drenched pussy, Druig’s white liquid pooling out of you. You both moan in sync at the sight of it.

Your vision suddenly returns as you feel Druig dive into your cunt tongue-first. You cry out and try to jerk away, feeling too sensitive and overstimulated for any more. But Druig holds your hips in place harshly. He eats away at you like a starving man, his tongue darting in and out of your wrecked entrance.

“Ugh the taste of me inside you might just the most delicious thing I’ve ever had” he moans into your cunt. You whine, still trying to pull away from him, your cunt protesting the actions of his tongue.

“Shhhh kitten. Come on, you can take it. Just one more. One more for me” he coos, licking a stripe all the way through your folds before returning to fuck you with his tongue.

You cry out loud again as you begin to feel pressure build in your lower belly again. It hurts, your entire body feeling tight, like a spring condensing. Tears slip down your cheeks from the overwhelming sensations, your hands balling into the sheets desperately. Your hips are bucking pathetically, this time in an attempt to move away from Druig rather than grind into him. He just relentlessly continues his actions, even moving one of his hands underneath you to circle at your clit again as he carries on tongue-fucking you.

A sob racks through you as you finally feel the spring snap, your fourth orgasm rocking through you. Your entire body shakes and convulses as you cry and cum on Druig’s tongue. He continues to lap at you until your body physically starts to writhe away from him, the touch just too much for your overstimulated and overly sensitive pussy. He then finally relents, taking his mouth off of you. You feel the bed dip as he comes to lie beside you.

“Feel better now little one?” He teases you harshly as you continue to cry softly, burying your head in the sheets, still too incoherent to form any real response. He laughs again.

“Not so snarky anymore are you kitten?”

Fuck you really hated this man.

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