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Blood & Pain - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader (Kaetlyn) Oneshot

Pairings: Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader, ft. Sephia x Ikaris, and Kaetlyn x Druig Word Count: ~3.5k Summary: A lil' oneshot to show how Druig and his wife got together, and what way to show that than with hot and heavy SMUT! Warning(s): SMUT (if you are under 18 DNI), some angst if you squint, mention of bullying (sort of), slight mention of blood, knife conjuring, Druig is obsessed and we love that, I just really wanted to write something to get me into the Halloween Spirit Notes: This a surprise oneshot to my wonderful beta reader, @valeskafics! She is in the middle of midterms, so I wanted to gift her a lil' oneshot to thank her for all of her help and encouragement! She is an incredibly kind and patient human and one of the best and most incredible fanfic writers for HOTD, GOT, and the Ewanverse on Tumblr! If you love any of Ewan Mitchell's works or are a fan of GOT/HOTD, I highly recommend checking her blog out! You will not regret it! Also, the BIGGEST thank you and shout of love to @ethereal-athalia my good man in the storm, I have never clicked so well with someone on this platform when it came to crazy ideas, and thanks to her, I can write out my ideas and share them on this site!If you want to read more from this AU, please click on this masterlist!

No matter how the rest of the team believed, what ideas his own children liked to conjure, how the tale was spun by generations -- Druig did not fall in love with his wife at first sight. He knew who you were, Kaetlyn, a fighter who could manipulate the shadows of every living being. You would later the mother of surgery and modern medicine- and even beyond that, a scholar and pioneer for feats of magic that remain untouched even by the greatest of the Supremes in the Mystic Arts.

He couldn’t remember the time he first realized that he loved you- he only knew that when he recognized it, he had fallen so deeply that he could no longer remember what it felt like not to be in love you. You were everywhere. There was simply no place left on this planet where Druig would wander that you wouldn’t be there beckoning him to you.

It was almost shameful how long it took for him to fall in love with you in comparison to how quickly you adored him. It had taken him over 100 years for you to fully gain his attention, and another 200 years for you to wait for him to confess his reciprocation. 200 years of clever banter and harmless flirting that shifted to longing gazes and lingering touches, until you finally had enough of his lame patience and reluctance. You dragged Druig to a secluded area- away from the Domo and humans alike, and took his face in your hands and forced his lips to yours. One kiss become two, two became five, and soon you and he had joined together in an explosion of passion that would bind you to him for the rest of eternity.

The sun had long set, and stars and moon glittered in the night. The two of you were as naked as the days you were born. Your need to have each other was beyond a matter of lust, it was primal need. Druig had torn your clothes without any thought- he starved for you. Any barrier that separated your body from him was flung away. Your skin glowed in the moonlight, every curve and line of your frame gloriously highlighted for his eyes alone. His lily-bloomed skin laid under you, ready for anything and everything you would give him. He still remembered the words you whispered to warn him all that would come as a result of your love.

“Druig, I must warn you,” you whispered. Druig kissed you across your collarbone, and you tugged on his hair to gaze into his eyes. “I can be very selfish- I will have all of you, or none of you.”

He could feel your wet center throb with each wince that escaped his lips. “You already do, my love,” he whispered back, silently pleading you to let him continue. “I swear you do.”

He craved you. He desperately wanted to map his tongue and lips across your body; he wanted to memorize the feel of your skin, the smell of your sweat, the taste of your cum. Whatever you gave him, he wanted it all.

Pushing him to lay on his back, you crawled forward to hover your soaked cunt over his cock. “I’m selfish- relentlessly so, any other woman that catches your eye will feel no end of my wrath.” You lowered yourself only enough so that his tip could paint its precum on your clit, the corner of your lips curled into a cruel smirk in response to the strangled moan he let out. Your body trembled from the sheer delight you felt at witnessing the surly telepath whine so pathetically from your touch.

“Please,” he begged, “please angel. Let me feel you- I need it- I need you.” Druig could feel his eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming pleasure that would fill him. “I want to touch you, please-”

Druig’s whimpers were brutally cut off as you placed a finger over his lips.

“Shhhh- not yet,” you breathily whispered, “you need to earn your pleasure, my love.” Your pupils dilated seeing him take your finger in his mouth, and used his tongue to suck on it. “I need to know if you understand what it means to love me, and have it in return.”

Before Druig could respond, you lowered yourself further- until he filled you to the brim with only a single thrust. You were so taken back by the sheer size of him that you felt your climax wash over as every part of you trembled from the intense euphoria.

“By Arishem,” you thought, “how is he so big?”

You wanted to make him beg, to drown him in so much pleasure that it would hurt. Whatever pain you inflicted on him now, it was nothing compared to the torture you experienced in having to wait for him to admit his feelings. You lost count on the number of times you pleasured yourself at the thought of the man beneath you. So many times, you wanted to sneak into his bed, and wake him to witness the maddening effect he had on you. But having him inside you was better than anything you could imagine.

Gripping his shoulders, you lifted yourself until only his tip remained-before slamming your hips down to his- repeating this motion until falling into a rhythm that was accompanied by a song of wild moans and gasps. Everything about this man- the aquamarine shine in his eyes, the glowing pallor of his body, the tone and strength in his muscles- screamed the image of perfection to you.

“Druig, Druig,” you could only cry out his name- as if it was the only word you knew, “I love you, I love you, I love- FUCK!” You screamed out at the feel of his hips moving to meet yours, and before you could blink, he shifted your positions so that you would be laying on your back as he caged your body with his frame.

Druig couldn’t take it anymore, it tormented him to not take you without abandon. For so long, he dreamed of having you like this- warm, teasing, and his. You called yourself selfish, so what? Druig knew what it meant to be selfish, to want to possess and devour every part of you until there was nothing left for anyone else to take or see.

You must have blind to not see his desperation for you. How could someone so bright and brilliant not understand that he would gladly let you tear him limb by limb if it meant to be loved by you.

To have you under him like this- writhing in ecstasy, crying from exquisite pain, your soft curves molded against his hard frame- it was as if this was his true purpose. It was not to assist in humanity’s evolution, but to belong to you as you would belong to him. It was to have you like this at every waking moment- filling you with love, and overwhelming you with desire.

As he continued to slam his hips against yours with reckless abandon, he trailed his lips down your throat, sharply nipping your collarbones, until all that he could reach were your heaving breasts that moved in tandem with his thrusts. He was so enraptured by your presence that when you peaked once more on his cock, his rutting only grew more relentless and rougher than what you thought was possible.

Stars, he loved the way you screamed his name. He wanted everyone to know it was him who made you mad with elation. He wanted the whole world to know that you, Kaetlyn- gloriously headstrong, brilliantly beautiful Kaetlyn- the wielder of shadows, and master of the darkness and night, was begging for his cock like a common whore.

“Look at you,” he snarled- jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth threatened to break from the pressure, “what were you saying m’darling? I could have sworn that you were trying to get me to beg- but look at you now.” Your head thrown back as your hair sprayed around you like a beckoning halo as you babbled nonsensically, legs wrapped around his torso to minimize any potential loss of distance, your wickedly sharp nails cutting into his skin to leave vibrant trails on his back as blood leaked from the wounds. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Your only response was whimpers and cries, so Druig decided to be a bit cruel, and slowed down before pulling himself out and stopping completely. The loss of your warmth was complete agony, but the consequence was well-worth the pain at the sight of your immediate reaction.

“DRUIG!” You cried out in pain. You tried to move yourself to feel more of him, but the smug bastard had pinned your torso down- and your body was still recovering from the overstimulation of your previous orgasm. Still maintaining his grip, Druig towered above you in order to gain a better vantage point. Staring down at the aftermath of his onslaught, he almost came right then and there. You were the very likeness of desired perfection- tears had leaked from your eyes and were trailing down your face, your flush travelled down to the tips of your breasts, and there was not a corner of your body that wasn’t covered in marks left by his teeth.

“Please, Druig, please-” you begged him, “don’t stop! I need you!” You felt you were dying from his loss, you felt so empty. It was like you finally felt complete, and when he pulled away it was as if all the air in your lungs were completely snuffed out. You couldn’t bear the pain- it was tearing you apart. You tried to pull him down to get him to kiss- you needed his love; nothing would ever be enough- not when it came from him.

Your soul craved his.

Crystalline blue eyes softened momentarily before steeling once more to grip your hips even tighter, Druig barely lowered himself- just enough to mix his throbbing tip’s precum with your slick. No matter how much he adored you -- however much he wanted to give in to you-- he needed you to admit that you were his first.

“Open your eyes,” his rasp sent chills to run throughout your entire body, “and see what you do to me.” When you looked into his eyes, you were taken back by how dark they had become- that beautiful pale hue had minimized into a thin ring from how dilated his pupils had become. It wasn’t just lust that swam in his gaze, but also mania and lunacy. His piercing gaze, along with his heaving breaths created such a stark contrast to the calm and collected mask he showcased to everyone- humans and Eternals alike. Druig looked less like the usual apathetic god everyone thought him to be, and more like a raging terrifying beast that fed on savagery and only cared to fulfill his most primal urges.

You have never seen such a magnificent and enthralling sight before, and you prayed to the stars above that this time would not be the last.

Druig could hear your thoughts, and he didn’t care how insane he looked. He wanted you to see all that you did to him- how you engrained yourself into his very soul and being. You called yourself infatuated, but he was obsessed. And as aware he was of his own delusion; he didn’t ever plan to stop.

Fuck Arishem- fuck anyone and everyone who would dare keep you from him. He didn’t care the lengths he would have to go to keep you by his side. Let them paint him the villain- it was all worth it if it meant having your love.

“Tell me.” He pleaded you, “please, my angel- tell me your mine. Let me in, I want all of you and only you.” His eyes held so much love and trust that it took your breath away, and it made your heart swell with so much adoration for the man that caged you between his arms. There was only one thing to say, the only thing that mattered that would seal a vow between you both for the rest of eternity.

Summoning all your courage, leaving behind all your bravado, letting all your insecurities to be put on display, you whispered, “Yes.”

Immediately after you condemned your soul to his, Druig speared himself into you to the hilt with a single thrust, and pressed his lips to yours to drink in every one of your throes of passion. Setting off at a relentless pace, it was not long until another brutal climax sheared through your body. With each push, Druig’s cock hit that spot inside you – resulting in stars to bloom around you as your mind was clouded in lust. With each thrust of his length, tremendous stimulation tearing through your walls. The sound of skin-on-skin surrounded the area around you, creating a forcefield of bliss that could not be intruded by anyone but the two immortal beings engaged in their act of fervor. The only other sounds that could be heard were the gentle whispers of the night breeze, along the soft chirpings of the crickets.

Feeling his cock throbbing, Druig knew that he was reaching his limit. However, he refused to finish without you going over the edge with him. Setting an even more ruthless pace, he could feel the trembles that ran throughout your body as he fights to hold control over himself, and not releasing himself deep inside you. Only being able to get a few more thrusts in, Druig viciously cursed as he let out a snarled cry – the loudest you have ever heard from him. With one final push, he came deep inside your cunt, painting your walls with his cum as you felt his warmth flooding inside you. The sensation of the thick ropes of cum engulfing your cunt triggered your final climax, and you felt the evidence of your indescribable pleasure that washed over you mixed with his thick cum that overflowed within you to the point where it leaked out of your core.

Refusing to part, the both of you let yourselves bask in the bliss-filled bubble that was the aftermath of your lovemaking. But as happy as you were, dread filled your mind as you realized what you had done. You knew how the others saw you. How Kingo and Sprite liked to poke fun at your darkness, how Ikaris would voice his doubts of your ability to protect with ill-hidden snarks to Ajak, even the humans would whisper in fear at the sight of you soaked in deviants’ blood in the aftermath of your many onslaughts. It was bad enough that they looked down on Sephia for how she so faithfully remained at your side, you couldn’t let the man you loved be dragged down as well – it would have been too much.

No matter how Druig liked to present himself as cool and indifferent to human conflict – you knew that it was far from true. You’ve watched him for centuries, and there was no one else on the world whose soul was as gentle and carried more love for humanity than even Ajak and Sersi. You couldn’t let your own selfish desires bring his ruin, you refused to let that happen.

“This was a mistake,” you forced yourself to say as you faced away from him to locate your attire, you couldn’t bear it if he saw how much it killed you to say it, but it needs to be done, “I never should have let it go this far.” You crawled on your knees to reach your tunic, “Let’s just forget this ever hap-”

A vicious growl cut you off as Druig’s hands grabbed your wrist to the point where you were sure bruises would show tomorrow. “Don’t,” he snarled, “even try to insult me by suggesting to pretend that this never happened- that we never happened.” Pulling you back to cage you in his arms, Druig buried his face into the crook of your neck- as if imprinting the scent of your skin to his memory in fear that you would disappear before his very eyes.

Leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “How could you ever think for a second that I could possibly go on with my life after finally having you? Tell me angel, how do you expect a man to simply live on weeds after finally partaking a drop of ambrosia?”

Your heart melted at his words, but you could not let yourself be swayed. “Druig,” you started, “you don’t understand the cost of being with me. You deserve someone who is kind and warm and-”

Druig forced you to look into his eyes. “Stop. Don’t you dare let the words of those idiots make you see yourself as less than the perfection you are. Do you know what I see when I look at you?” His eyes softened for what he was about to ask next. “Let me show you, my love.”

As his pale blue irises glowed into a golden hue, making him transform into a sight akin to godliness, you opened your mind to his, and what you saw shook you to your core. You saw scenes of yourself travelling through your shadows, taking down dozens of deviants with only a few arrows from your quiver, as well as the aftermath of you standing alone in a field of mangled corpses dyed with black tarlike blood. You saw yourself as the humans did, embodied darkness that killed with cold precision and controlled beings with their own shadows.

But soon you saw moments that you had forgotten, moments that you believed were private. You saw yourself sneaking away at night in the cover of darkness to watch ghosts roaming aimlessly, along with the pity in your eyes from hearing their sorrows. You saw yourself in your room at the Domo, surrounded by scrolls from topics ranging from rare spells to hand-drawn diagrams of the human body. You witnessed the smile spread across your face when you helped a spirit finally reach their peace to the other world. You saw the time Ajak approached you to ask for your assistance in delivering the children from expectant mothers in the village. You saw yourself come outside the tent to hand over the child of your first delivery to the father, who thanked you with tears in his eyes after being informed that both the child and mother safe and healthy. You watched yourself stare in shock of his praise before seeing the child reach for your finger, and let yourself feel the disbelief that flooded you at the sight of pure innocence staring back at you.

“You call yourself selfish and unkind,” Druig’s voice brought you back to reality- his eyes returned to that familiar blue, “but that couldn’t be more untrue.” He softly pressed his forehead to yours as he continued. “Would a selfish person spend night after night gathering impossible texts to study for an unnamed spirit to finally reach peace? Would someone unkind research every possibility in order to ensure that a mother could hold her child? How could you let someone as pathetic as Ikaris and Sprite taint your own views of yourself so much? Kaetlyn, I was a coward for waiting for so long to tell you my feelings, I was selfish in thinking of my own pride and dignity was more important than your strife. But still you loved me, and I could not be more grateful for your existence for that.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you felt all your walls crashing down, how could someone so frustratingly wonderful exist? If this was all a dream, you never wanted to wake up. But just to be sure, you took a stone that just fit into the palm of your hand and transmuted it into a silver dagger. Holding it just above his heart, you warned him one final time.

“Druig, no matter what sweet words you whisper, I am selfish. I could kill you now without hesitation. I could cut you and cause you so much pain that you would beg for death. Do you still wish to remain by my side?”

Staring back at you with only ardent love and unfiltered adoration, Druig grasped your hand and dragged the blade’s tip across his chest. Thin trails of dark red life leaked from the wounds, but there was no indication of pain. “If loving you is pain,” he whispered as he wiped the blood from his wound with his finger, only to smear it across your lips, “then let me bleed.” He repeated those same words a year later, when he married you in a private ceremony after the two of you sneaked away from the village’s harvest banquet.

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Druig - Delirium

Pairing : Druig x Reader (she/her) Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Medications. Hallucination. Angst. Let me know if I miss anything. Synopsis : He is her favourite worst nightmare, dressed as her knight in shining armour at night before fading as the sun rises. Notes : Inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. I recommend listening to it while reading. Please let me know if any part of this fic is offensive. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

There it is again. The sense of familiarity, comfort she couldn’t find elsewhere, warmth that fills her heart full like no other. It was not because of the peaceful night nor was it because of the cup of hot chocolate in her hand. It was not because of the heat from the fireside. Certainly not from the shrieking sound the fan was making. It was not from the ticking of the clock by the table. It was not from any of them.

She stares at him with heart eyes. He was resting his chin to his palm, elbow posted on the sofa. It was as if she was gazing into a mirror. He reflects the admiration, the same intensity of affection and love she tries to show him. They were smiling. Basking into the beautiful sight of each other’s lovesick expression.

But her heart was heavy. She could feel the bitter truth that is slowly seeping in. A cold raging storm with no chance of mercy, one that would pierce through her skin and leave marks she’d never be able to heal. No matter how hard her head tries to turn deaf from all the warnings in the back of her mind, she knows that this too will end soon.

“You’re kinda cute,” She comments.

The boy laughs, “Kinda?”

She only nods. She places the mug to the table, now running her hand to his hair while the other rests on top of his arm. She watches as each strand escapes her gentle grasp. The way they seem to fall into place like puzzle pieces, each contributing to the beauty of the bigger picture— him.

“I..” She whispers, her tone shaking from intense emotions “I love you.”

He smiles. The kind of smile you see on people who are deeply in love. The kind of smile you give to someone you’d lie your life on the line for. The kind of smile she could never get from anyone else, one he never showed to anyone else.

He took her hand that was running through his hair and kissed her palm. He places it to his cheek, closing his eyes as if he wanted to melt into her touch. She could sense that he wanted to stay too. To live in this moment forever. She’s seen that look on his face one too many times, hear his reluctant sigh for one too many times too. But in the end, he would always be the one strongest of them two. To be the one to get up from the sofa first.

“I love you,” He says as he stares into her eyes “I love you beyond your imagination.”

“I know.”

That apologetic look now clouds his face. The very expression she hates most to see from him. It has become her constant reminder that this was all just a dream. A recurring dream that haunts her night, daunting her days as she tries to find the underlying answers. In a minute or two now she would wake up and find herself alone in her apartment, clutching into her blankets as she tries to fill in the void in her chest with its meaningless warmth. The void where he’s supposed to fill in.

“Can’t I just stay here?” She pleaded even though she knew what his answer would be. She’s heard it a million times now “I don’t want to leave.”

The boy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulls her for a close embrace, resting her head to his chest. She could smell his perfume, feel the steady beating of his heart, and painfully hear the shuddering sigh he let go. He doesn’t want her to leave either.

“You know where to find me,” He cuddles her tighter, afraid that she would look up and see the tears welling on his eyes “I’ll always be here.”

—-

“Are you okay?”

She blinks as her friend reaches for her hand, bursting her bubble of thought. It took her a couple seconds to process her surroundings. Lord knows just how long she was out of touch. She couldn’t recall the last thing her friend was saying. Her mind was busy trying to cling onto the crumbles of last night’s dream that is slowly slipping out of her grasp, erasing the details of her blissful moment with him.

“Yeah, sorry,” She says with a tight smile “You were saying?”

Her friend sighs, eyebrows pinched on a worried expression, “Are you sure you’re alright? Is it about that dream again?”

Her shoulder tenses. She knew just how ridiculous she looked in her friend’s eyes. To be so bothered by a dream, a silly dream about a boy so perfect yet she couldn’t really recognise who. She knew that no one would understand the distress it brought her. She knew that no one would understand how happy she was in that dream, only to wake up feeling empty and hollow. She knew that no one would understand how tortured she was inside.

Back when she first had those dreams, she didn’t know how else she could find out about him but to ask around. She’d asked her friends, even her family, if they ever knew him. A boy with dark brown hair, clearest blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile. She’s tried all the possible approaches to find the least bit of information about him but it was to no avail. No one knew him. Not even a name.

“Are you taking your medications?” Her friend asks softly “Are you still going to therapy?”

Medications. Therapy. The two things that are just as pointless as her effort in finding him. None of it works. Not even after she got bigger and bigger doses than the previous. Her sleep was always peaceful yet her mind was troubled. There was no way out. No escape from this maze.

“Yeah, I do.” She nods, lying “I’m seeing my therapist again next week.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiles, looking away from her friend.

She knew that she was losing it. That the line of reality and fantasy has blurred ever since he came to her dreams. He was just a piece of her illusion. A vision of a perfect life where she shared it with him, a life where she is his and he is hers, a life where she knew his name.

You know where to find me..

—-

His hand was holding hers while the other was on the steering wheel, driving her home under the heavy rain. The night was cold but it never bothers her. Not when his warm smile and gentle strokes are here. The world could freeze to death and she would still find herself blissfully in love.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I want to feel the rain.”

He turns to her with a growing grin before parking the car to the side of the road. Her giddy squeals erupted as she opened the car door, running out and feeling the rain drops on her skin. She was soaked in no time, showered under the rain that seems to be falling even harder with each of her laughter. Her shoes are now full of water but she couldn’t care less. She was happy.

He joins her not long after, scooping her by the waist and turning her around. They were dancing under the rain to a silent song that only the two of them could listen to. The whole world was theirs. No other pair of eyes to judge, no other mouth to question if she was sane, no other disapproving look of others. Just them two and the rain.

She clings her arms to his neck. Her vision was blurry from the water drops on her lashes but her attention was fixated on him. The way water drips from the tip of his nose, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and the flush of redness on his cheeks. Beautiful would be an understatement for the sight she’s seeing right now.

“I love you!” She yells with a big smile.

“I know!” He yells back “I love you too!”

She pulls him for a kiss. A desperate, hungry one as she tries to eliminate any possible space between them. He was warm, the only source of heat in this cold night. He was her sun, her light, be it a dream or reality. She knew that she would always gravitate towards him, orbiting around him like a satellite.

The happiness he’s brought to her has always been so intoxicating. It always came like a tidal wave, washing over her with delightful electricity. Her skin burns in glory whenever they touch. Heart full and content and it was because of this pleasant hypnotic moment that she always forgot about the one thing troubling her mind— his name.

“I love you so much.” He breathes out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

—-

“Do you still have that dream?”

She looks up to her therapist with blank eyes. The question feels like a buzzing sound in her ears. She knew what he was asking, one of the template questions he always asks, and she couldn’t care less about it. Her mind is once again stuck in a loop, playing the bits of dream that slowly dissipates to thin air.

She could still feel the raindrop on her skin, the heat of his body, the way his lips taste as they kiss under the rain. She could feel the damp feeling of her socks. How her clothes were sticking to her skin uncomfortably. She could recall the way his eyes twinkle under the road light. He was beautiful. A sight she could never erase yet unable to engrave to her memory at the same time.

“No,” She lies “I don’t dream about him anymore.”

Her therapist nods, making notes to his book, “And are the medications working well for you?”

I wouldn’t know, I never take it. “Yes.”

“Good,” He says again “I’ll write you the same medications then since it’s worked best so far.”

She turns her eyes out of the window, trying to distract her mind. She could see cars passing by, people walking and the way the leaves move from the wind. Everything seems to be so normal. So dull compared to the life she lives in her dreams. Everything is amplified there, brighter and much more astonishing than her real life. If only she could live there forever.

“Can I ask something?” She says, still looking out.

“Go on.”

“How would one know when they’re going mad?”

Her therapist’s brows furrow, “Why?”

“Just a thought.” She says with a shrug, now looking back at him “What differs a mad person’s mind than a sane one? Do they have a different world in their head?”

“Is there something you wanted to tell me about?”

She bites her inner cheek. Frustrated at the questions thrown back at her. She wanted answers. She wanted to know that she wasn’t going insane. That it was normal for someone to feel lost and empty the way that she’s feeling. That it was normal for someone to crave the touch of someone she knew nothing about. That it was normal for someone to be chasing the dream that is haunting her for the worst.

“No,” She shakes her head “Like I said, just a thought.”

Her therapist nods once again, dismissing her question. She let out a sigh, unsure if she was relieved of his apathetic gesture or if she should be offended that her own therapist gave no regards about her questions. She bites on her nail. A little part of her heart was looking forward to tonight, to feel his pleasant touch and hear his delightful laughter, but she knew that one of these days she’d succumb completely to insanity.

A price she wasn’t sure is too high to pay for.

—-

She stares at his bare back with a smile. He was still sleeping, an arm placed around her waist securely. His light snoring sounds like a beautiful lullaby that would lull her to sleep. Her finger lightly traces his exposed skin, joining the dots of his moles that seem to be a beautiful constellation of its own.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She was mesmerised to say the least. Everything about him is just so enchanting. Like she was bewitched body and soul, having no power to fight his stirring charms. Never has she ever felt such intense emotions for someone, be it in dreams or reality.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Her smile widens as he starts to wake up, “Hello, you.”

“Hello, my lady,” He says lazily, still with closed eyes but with a growing grin to his face “You’re beautiful.”

“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”

“I don’t need to. I know that you are, you’re always beautiful.”

She let out a chuckle. Now inching closer to him, planting a small kiss to the tip of his nose that made his smile even wider. She studies his face, noticing all the beauty marks and features of his face. She knew that she’d stared at him one too many times already but it feels like the first time everytime. Feeling the same deep admiration and awe every time. He was the definition of perfection itself.

“Open your eyes,” She whispers “Let me see them.”

He did as he was told. They were so close now that their breath fans each other’s face, tickling each other as they rub their noses. His forehead now rests on hers. Her hand finds its way to his hair while he is pulling her body closer to him. Their legs were entangled together, locking each other in place.

“I love you,” He says.

She nods, smiling. He’s told her those three words for a millionth time now yet it still gives her the same butterflies as if it was the first time. She could never tire of hearing it. How melodious it sounds whenever he utters it, be it in a whisper or a shout. Those words will always be the anchor to her world.

“I love you,” He says again, giving a peck to her left cheek “I love you,” A peck to her right cheek “I love you,” A peck to her forehead “I love you,” A peck to her nose “I love you,” And a kiss to her lips.

Her heart nearly explodes. He is everything to her. The answer to all her questions, the angel to all her nightmares, the cure to all her torments. This boy is everything and more. She wishes that she could tell him. She wishes that she could tell him just how much he means to her. Perhaps then he would be willing to stay, to come out of her dreams and be in her life at last. But it was just too high of a price. To risk everything by cutting a straight line on their blurred lines. It was lovely to be laying here with him between comfort and chaos, and for now it was enough.

“I love you,” She whispers back “I love you beyond words.”

He was still smiling, now drawing circles on her back with his thumb. She feels safe in his embrace. Nothing could harm her now, no troubles would be in her mind if he’s here. He is her lifebuoy, her light in the end of the tunnel. Everything is perfect, just like he is.

But that glimmer in his eyes soon dims down, as does his smile. That apologetic look clouds his eyes once more and she knows that her time is running up. That this comfort is once again taken away from her grasp too soon.

“Please,” She begs, closing her eyes “A little longer.”

Tears were starting to form. She knew that she could only take so much of this beating. That her heart was growing weary, mind aching from all the torture. It is only a matter of time now before she completely goes mental and the only thing she fears of that outcome is if he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“We have to go.” He says softly, voice creaking from the reluctance.

She opens her eyes, staring into him that is now fighting to not let the tears fall too.

“I love you,” He whispers “You know that, don’t you?”

She nods with a weak smile.

He kisses her once more. She could feel the heartbreak in his lips. How the bitterness seemed to be poisoning them yet they couldn’t stop sucking it in. They need this, no matter how broken they would be in the end. They would do it a thousand times more even if they have to glue the shattered pieces of themselves with their bare hands.

Now he was driving her on a route that felt familiar but she couldn’t recognise still. She knew that he was taking the long way home, trying to stall time as much as he could. One of his hands is interlocking hers, giving it squeezes of assurance every now and then yet it seemed to be losing its touch tonight. The troubles in her heart seem to amplify the moment she peels herself off of the bedsheets. Tonight wouldn’t end as their previous nights, she could feel it.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I just—” She pauses, losing her words “Please, stop the car.”

It feels like a bitter déjà vu. The car stopped on the side of the road, light illuminating them from outside, but the comfort couldn’t be further away. Before, it was filled with warmth, golden, like gazing into the first light of the sun in the morning, but now it feels distant, like a dark cloud is slowly pooling above their heads, ready to strike them with thunder.

She looks down to their hands. He was still holding her. His eyes glued on her, she could feel it without looking up. He must have that worried look on his face, how his brows would furrow and lips formed into a light frown. It pains her to know that she’s causing them this much turmoil.

“I love you,” She whispers with pain in her tone “But I’m fading.”

She could see his jaw tenses. Like the rug has finally been yanked off of his feet. He looked like he had anticipated this but was still unnerved nonetheless. He holds her hand a little tighter as if fearing that she would let go. He turned his position, fully facing her now with that pleading eyes but still remained quiet.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” She asks silently.

The boy bites his tongue.

It was an unfamiliar vile feeling. She’s never gone down this path, always going with the flow the dream wants to carry them that night, but tonight was different. She was slipping away. Her fortress was crumbling and though she wouldn’t mind sacrificing sanity for him, she knew that happy ending wasn’t on their stars.

“I love you,” He chokes out “So much.”

“I know, I know.”

He pulls her close, resting their foreheads together. His eyes were closed but she couldn’t find it in her to do the same, wanting to take in everything about him before she lost him completely. She would miss the way his nose would brush into hers, the way his chest vibrates every time he laughs, and the way his eyes would radiate so much love that she swears could fix her broken bones.

“It’s not real,” She whispers in defeat “You don’t exist.”

He opens his eyes, staring back at her as if he has so much to say but unable to let it escape his lips.

He cups her cheeks, cradling her gently and pulls her close, grazing her heart with every touch of their lips. His fingertips feel cold, burning her skin and tainting it with invisible marks. The salty taste of tears began to pollute their kiss as she couldn’t hold them any longer. He still kisses her slowly, gently savouring their last moment whilst silently praying that time could freeze itself and let them live here instead.

“Druig..”

It was as if he was stupefied. She opens her eyes, blinking to let the sudden call of his name sink in. His body froze, colour draining from his face. Everything suddenly makes sense. Like a wire was finally plugged in, the missing jigsaw falling into pieces. She knew everything now, understood everything but one.

He licks his lower lip, a habit she’s come to understand that he does when he is nervous. The boy, Druig, now looks away. He pulled away and created some distance between them. Now her heart was filled with anger and disappointment. As if she’s finally catching him red handed, busting him in such a crime she could never forgive him for.

“Druig,” She calls again, this time with a firmer tone “Why?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Druig says, his eyes brimming with tears “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“About what?”

He froze once more. She could see the guilt washing over him like a sticky muck. He was crying. Gone was the bright and radiant Druig, corrupted by shame and sorrow he couldn’t conceal from her. He was broken. Perhaps much more shattered than she was. The burden crushing him down was much greater than her.

Perhaps it’s true what those wise men said. With great power comes great responsibility. Great sacrifices one could never be able to pay for yet are still taken from them.

“You weren’t supposed to remember,” He croaks “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this happen for so long.”

His eyes were starting to glow. A foreign form of fear crept into her, as if she understood where it would lead them but hardly recognised it. She places her hands to his cheeks in instinct, trying to cancel whatever it is he was ready to do. She can’t lose him. Not like this.

“Druig, please,” She begs “Look at me.”

He remains still, cold as stone.

She rests her forehead on his, begging, “Darling, please, give us just a minute.”

The glow on his eyes slowly dims down, returning the blue colour of his irises. He stares at her with a pained look. Like whatever he was planning to do hurts him physically. She could see the ache he’s trying so hard to ignore. He was always the strongest one out of them two, always the one with the stronger moral compass, but it never meant that it hurt him any less.

“I have to do this,” Druig chokes out, tears staining his cheeks.

“I know, my Love, I know.” She replies “But just give us a minute, yeah? Let me remember you for the last time.”

Druig reluctantly nods. He pulls away a little, studying her features as if he couldn’t draw her from memory. He’s lived on this planet for thousands of years, met countless people, seen millions of faces but none could ever be as significant as her. No one could ever hold half the beauty she has, hold a smidge of magnetism she has. No one could ever be as much of a weakness for him like her.

She runs her fingers to his hair, combing it gently and trying to record the feeling of each strand escaping her grasp. A sorrowful smile now decorating her face. One he likes least of her but still finds it beautiful nonetheless. It was all the both of them could really hold onto in this moment, beauty.

“I love you, Druig.” She whispers, her lips tugging into a melancholy smile that would be the death of him tonight “I love you so much that I pity you.”

He closes his eyes, trying to melt into her touch.

“I might forget all of this, but you.. You have to live with it for the rest of your time.” She cries as she holds him tenderly “My poor boy.”

Druig’s tears fall even harder. His body was trembling, trying to bottle his emotions that have certainly leaked out now. He hates how she understands him so well. He hates how she understood his pain, how it feels like she could feel the torture he’s been in eversince he erased her memory the first time. He wished that he could just take all of their pain away, make him be the only one to succumb into the ironic trope of star crossed lovers they seem to be fated in.

“I never wanted this for you.” Druig sobs “I’m sorry.”

“I know, I understand.”

He lets out a pained chuckle. She was supposed to be screaming at him, punching him and hurting him from all the pain he’s brought into her life. He couldn’t decide if the deep devotion she has for him was a blessing or a curse. It hurts him either way yet he wouldn’t wish for any other outcome.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Druig calls, taking the hand that was combing his hair to his chest “Know that my heart beats for you, always.”

She nods, smiling, “I know.”

Druig lets out a shuddering sigh. He squared his shoulders, getting ready to do what has been demanded of him a long time ago. He flashes her a warm smile, the most genuine he could to try and help ease her worry. But she was never worried about herself, not about this. All she could think about is the loneliness that would engulf him once more. Navigating his way on this planet alone without her to hold his hand.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

She nods weakly, smiling.

He leans in with a smile, kissing her gently and tenderly. His thumb caresses her cheeks, trying to erase the tears that are still flowing down. He hoped that his touch would provide her the same comfort and love as the one she’s giving to him. He hoped that his strokes could distract her mind from the bitterness of they’re upcoming ending. He hoped that his kiss would be a good enough gesture to close their chapter.

And on that morning, she wakes up without a void in her heart for the very first time.

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Imagine || Druig

Друиг был немного взволнован предстоящей встречей с тобой. Он не видел тебя достаточно долго, и расстались вы не при самых лучших обстоятельствах. Но теперь, когда он узнал, что его может ждать, он решил, что должен всё исправить. Ему не хотелось забывать всё то время проведённое с тобой и, конечно же, тебя. Поэтому он был заинтересован в том, чтобы сохранить эту планету и человечество.

Небоскрёб выглядел внушительно со стороны. Консьерж за стойкой сразу приветствует группу Вечных, на самом деле пойти могла бы только Серси, но Друиг сказал, что тоже хочет, а за ним и Тена, с которой ты иногда виделась. Кинго был заинтересован в интересном контенте для своего фильма, Спрайт не захотела ничего пропускать, Икарис не хотел выпускать Серси из виду. Фастос же ещё не успел присоединиться к команде.

— Тридцать третий этаж, — произносит Друиг, залезая в мысли пожилого мужчины, и сразу направляясь к лифту вместе со всеми.

Они едут молча, с трудом помещаясь все в одной кабине. Тихая и спокойная музыка разбавляет странно неловкую тишину.

— Как думаете, она одна? — голос Кинго доносится до всех, когда они проезжают только десятый этаж.

— Думаю, у неё парень, не муж, — произносит Спрайт. — И собака.

— Может, у неё есть дети? — предполагает Кинго.

— Мы не можем создавать потомство, — вмешивается Друиг, стараясь не реагировать на слова своих собратьев слишком резко.

Тена слабо улыбается. Она была одной из тех, кто поддерживала связь с тобой. Ты однажды помогла ей с недугом, который казался бесконтрольным.

— Что ж, надеюсь она не захлопнет перед нами дверь, — вздохнув произносит Кинго.

Стоит им подойти к твоей квартире, Друиг первый стучит, также являясь тем, с кем ты первая встретишься, когда откроешь дверь.

И он никогда не задумывался, что будет после вашей встречи. Он многие годы берёг воспоминания о вас и о тебе. Ему ни раз пришлось чувствовать тяжесть в груди, когда он видел влюблённых в своей коммуне. Друиг тосковал по тебе. Каждый год он ненавидел себя больше за то, что не боролся за вас.

***

Ты сидела с ним за одним столом, медленно поедая свой ужин, который собственноручно приготовила для себя и Друига, пока тот занимался всеми необходимыми делами с людьми, помогая им и улучшая хижины вокруг.

Он не осмеливался лезть в твои мысли без твоего разрешения. Ему никогда не хотелось так с тобой поступать. Однако Друиг также видел, что что-то происходит с тобой. Что-то не слишком хорошее для вас, раз ты так долго молчала. Ты была холодной и задумчивой последние пару дней. И он решил просто подождать, пока ты решишь поговорить с ним. Друиг знал, тебе нужно было время.

— Ты никогда не думал уехать отсюда? — интересуешься ты, подняв на своего мужа взгляд.

Он невольно хмурится, понимая, что вряд ли ты завела этот разговор ради того, чтобы поинтересоваться из любопытства.

— Зачем?

— Увидеть мир... там много всего происходит, ты же знаешь это? А здесь... каждый новый день похож на предыдущий.

— Ты знаешь, что там хаос, Т/И. Люди там не будут такими же как здесь, — произносит Друиг. — Здесь есть баланс, порядок и мир.

— И скука. — Ты смотришь в его глаза, замечая в них замешательство.

Он чувствует панику, даже гнев и печаль одновременно, потому что прекрасно понимает, что будет дальше и что ты предпримешь. Друиг очень хорошо тебя знает, ему даже не нужно читать твои мысли, чтобы знать, что ты скажешь.

Вы не прерываете зрительный контакт. Пока Друиг не решает сдаться.

— Я нужен этим людям.

— Ты нужен мне, больше. — Ты глубоко вздыхаешь. Конечно, ты любила его, и тебе никогда не хотелось терять его. После стольких лет, вы продолжали чувствовать страсть, нежность и трепет друг перед другом. — Вопрос в том, нужна ли я тебе, больше чем они.

Ты внимательно следишь за ним. Даже надеешься понять о чём он думает.

— Не говори таких вещей. Ты нужна мне, ты всегда была нужна мне и будешь нужна.

***

Стоит теперь ему увидеть тебя, всё такую же прекрасную и обворожительную, он понимает как сильно скучал по тебе на самом деле.

— Друиг? — твои брови хмурятся, выдавая твоё замешательство, а затем ты замечаешь других членов своей семьи. — И... остальные?..

Они сразу приветствуют тебя, каждый в своей манере, когда ты пропускаешь их в свою квартиру.

— Чтоб меня! Кем ты работаешь? — Кинго определённо в восторге от твоего дома, ты лишь можешь улыбнуться этому.

— В сфере моды.

— Ты модель? — удивляется Спрайт, смотря на тебя с презрением.

— Нет. Но ты могла бы быть чуть милее, — произносишь ты.

Они ср��зу переходят к сути своего прибытия, пока Друиг ходит вокруг, осматриваясь и изучая обстановку. Ему нравится это. Наблюдать и изучать. Это твой дом, место пропитанное тобой, твоим запахом, атмосферой и стилем. Он легко это понимает, вспоминая, что ты сделала с вашей хижиной.

— Это не очень воспитано, заходить в личные комнаты хозяйки дома, — произносишь ты, застав его в своей спальне. Он изучал стопку новых книг, которые ты совсем недавно купила для своей работы, чтобы узнать что-нибудь новое или вспомнить хорошо забытое старое.

— Ты отправишься с нами? — Друиг сразу теряет интерес к вещам вокруг и переключается на тебя.

— Да. Предположу, что у меня нет выбора.

— Ты могла бы остаться здесь. Или отправиться на другую планету. Не уверен, что мы справимся.

— Мне казалось, я нужна вам, раз вы пришли сюда.

Он замолкает, пока ты обходишь его, направляясь к своей небольшой гардеробной, чтобы собрать небольшую сумку с вещами.

Друиг следует за тобой, останавливаясь в проёме и наблюдая за тобой.

— Ты нашла кого-нибудь? Смертного? Смертную?

Ты поднимаешь на него взгляд, засовывая одежду в сумку.

— А ты?

Ты снова заинтересована больше выбором того, что возьмёшь с собой нежели своим бывшим мужем.

— Мне жаль, что я отпустил тебя.

Ты стояла к нему спиной, поэтому Друиг не может видеть твоих эмоций. Но он всё равно рад, что ты не выгнала его.

— Если бы тебе было жаль, ты бы нашёл меня. — Взяв сумку ты проходишь мимо него, теперь беря какие-то вещи в своей ванной, а затем застёгиваешь сумку и вешаешь на плечо.

Ты покидаешь свою спальню и Друиг следует за тобой. Обычно он чувствовал себя одним из самых умных, но теперь он чувствует себя настолько глупым, что ему стыдно поднять свой взгляд на своих собратьев.

***

— Это Экскалибур? — Тена выглядет взволнованной и удивлённой, пока ты невольно улыбаешься её восторгу.

— Он настоящий? — Ты также восхищаешься оружием в руках своей сестры вечной, оглядываясь на Маккари и параллельно жестикулируя, давая ей возможность лучше понять тебя.

Она кивает, показывая жестами «Артур всегда был впечатлён тобой, я сказала, что знаю тебя. И он разрешил мне его забрать после его смерти».

Ты слегка краснеешь, не замечая немного угрюмого взгляда Друига. Натянув улыбку ты лишь кидаешь, что будешь у себя и уходишь.

Тена и Маккари провожают тебя взглядом. На самом деле только Тена знала о твоём неудавшемся браке с Друигом, когда вы обе были в одном монастыре пытаясь научиться контролировать себя. Твои силы не всегда могли действовать как надо, пока Тена боролась со своим разумом, ты боролась со своим телом. Раньше тебе помогал Друиг, но после того, как ты ушла, ситуация стала хуже. Поэтому ты нашла место, где тебе помогли бесповоротно.

Стоит тебе скрыться за дверью своей небольшой комнаты, Друиг подрывается с места, направляясь за тобой. Он на самом деле надеялся наладить отношения с тобой, учитывая что вам может, осталось жить не так долго, пару дней максимум.

— Могу я зайти? — Друиг смотрит на тебя, остановившись в проёме твоей комнаты.

Ты киваешь, откладывая свой телефон, сидя на кровати.

— Ты знаешь, наш брак всё ещё действителен, мы не разводились. — Он старается, зная, какой упрямой ты можешь быть.

— Мы не подписывали никаких документов, Друиг, — произносишь ты, наблюдая за тем, как он подходит ближе.

— Могу я сесть? — интересуется он, подняв брови и указывая на место рядом с тобой.

Ты двигаешься, и Друиг, вместо того чтобы сесть на край кровати, занимает место рядом с тобой.

— Я думал ты вернёшься ко мне, рано или поздно, — произносит он, говоря уже вполголоса.

— Я думала, ты найдёшь меня. Я не хотела бы возвращаться в ту деревню. Я любила тебя. И я верила, что ты придёшь за мной, ко мне. Но шли годы, а тебя всё не было.

Друиг чувствует, как его сердце заполняется виной и презрением к самому себе.

Он знал, что ты любила его. Ему всегда казалось, что вы будете вместе долгое время, будете неразлучны. Однако он сильно облажался, зациклившись на людях в своём поселении и идеях, которых он придерживался.

— Я подумала, что на самом деле ты просто не любишь меня так уж сильно или не любил вовсе.

— Не говори так.

— Теперь ты пытаешься, потому что нам осталось жить считанные часы, хотя может у нас всё получиться. — Ты пожимаешь плечами, чувствуя себя эмоционально опустошённой. — Обстоятельства и правда, с которой мы столкнулись, ничего не изменит между нами.

Друиг лишь кивает. Он знает, что если вы выживете, он сделает всё, чтобы получить твоё расположение обратно. Он также сделает всё, чтобы сохранить тебе жизнь.

Его рука находит твою, и ты не сопротивляешься, когда его холодные пальцы смыкаются на твоей ладони. Он выглядит задумчивым, и ты не против его прикосновений и молчания повисшего между вами.

— Я всегда любил тебя, моя прекрасная Т/И. И не смотря ни на что, я буду любить тебя дальше, потому что с того момента, как я увидел тебя, я понял, что моё сердце принадлежит тебе. Я сделаю всё, чтобы доказать тебе это.

— Ты не должен... — твой тон мягкий, а взгляд наполнен тоской.

— Но я хочу. — Он подносит твою руку к своим губам и оставляет мягкий поцелуй на тыльной стороне твоей ладони.

#druig x reader #druig imagine #druig x female reader #druig x you #druig x oc #druig x y/n #druig eternals #druig

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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Heyyy! First and foremost congratulations on graduating!! I saw your cafe event and wanted to join in on the fun! I don’t mind poly marauders or poly wolf star (I love them)

🥐

okay stuff about me: I’m female, 5ft 6, I LOVE reading like it’s an addiction haha I’m autistic and my personality is very introvert (hate social gatherings, talking to people I’m not comfortable with) which leads me to say I have severe anxiety. Like to read the occasional comic (marvel) love learning about Witch craft and the regency era (love watching tv shows/movies and books about these subjects) love broadway musicals and I’m apart of a musical theatre company as I want to be an actress/broadway star. Only have a small circle of friends but I prefer it that way and I have been told I’m very mature for my age and that I’m easy to talk too.

Can’t think of anything else lol but congratulations once again on graduating! ❤️

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i ship you with...

poly!drukkari !!!

you didnt specify a fandom but i saw that you liked poly and marvel and after reading you're description i am certain that you would suit both druig and makkari !!

i feel like they both have an incredibly calming energy

if you're ever feeling incredibly anxious druig can actually help with his powers to try and calm you down.

both druig and makkari are both happy to stay home from social gatherings with you.

and will both 100% go to see you at a show. front row so makkari can have less disturbing vibrations so she can focus on you !

ah! also, because they were literally around during the regency era they can answer any questions you have about it and point out inaccuracies and then go on little rants about the time with you <3

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 #drukkari #poly!drukkari x reader #drukkari x reader #poly!drukkari #druig #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #druig x reader #druig imagine #druig x oc #lauren ridloff #makkari #makkari x reader #the eternals #barry keoghan

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brelione · 2 years

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posting a little excerpt from my book on here <3

VERY MUCH NSFW

this is from my book on wattpad called the drelione chronicles which is just scenes that didn’t make it into my main book, Brelione. It’s based off my eternals DR <3

warnings: mentions of choking, scratches, sex. also, for context, it is mentioned that sounds have color, this is because brelione has sound to color synesthesia and is selectively mute because of it. happy reading!!

maybe i was a bit…. dumb. from the moment he woke up, leaving a spot of warmth on the mattress as he pulled on a tank top, feeling my eyes on him. a smirk pulled at his face, eyebrows raised as his eyes met mine. “sorry, did you have something to say?”he asked, moving closer to the bed. a roll of my eyes, moving myself on the bed, sitting up as he came back on the mattress. “come on, what’s on your mind, lovely?”he asks, hands on my legs as he settles himself just between them.

you’re a mind reader, you tell me.

it doesn’t help his ego, small chuckle rising from his throat as he presses a kiss to my forehead, voice low and raspy as it fills my ears. “believe me, li, i don’t need to be a mind reader to know exactly what you’re thinking.”he breaths, smiling when my hand comes to his hair. pressing a kiss to his lips, he shuffles slightly, arms just above my head. that god forsaken tank top, he knows what he’s doing to me. “you have training,”i whisper softly, making him grumble. “training can wait,”he kisses my neck, teeth grazing my skin. a not so typical tuesday morning, legs wrapped around his hips as he smiles.

“your voice is so pretty.”he says softly, a hand coming down to lift my shirt up a bit. my thumb against his cheekbone, he leans to my touch, sighs. with a light tug of his hair, i sit back up, making him grumble. “training,”i remind him. it does not take a genius to learn as to why he’d be late, teasing will flood my ears for centuries over it. complaints of heavy vibrations, meetings in the common room to discuss what is appropriate. “how about,”his finger tip swirling patterns against my abdomen, gentle hearts. “you come along, watch me.”he suggests. hand against his throat, i push him back with a grin, his laugh like music to my ears as his hands squeeze along my hips. i kiss him once more, the feeling all too good to let go of.

his fingers pull to my thighs, wanting me against him. “you want me… at training?”i ask, watching how his eyes close just half way, watching me with such admiration one would think that i am a sunset over the ocean. “oh, come on. i know you like the tank top, and i could use your pointers, yeah? best warrior of all…”he says, twirling a curl between his fingers.

don’t let thena hear that

he laughs softly, sighing as i get up from him. warm light comes through the window, not helping my desires as every ripple of muscle on his body is highlighted. i need to commission a painting of him, he looks so perfect. maybe a special painting, one just for myself, to be hidden from the others. grabbing my loose draw string pants from the floor, i pull them up my legs, making him grin. “making my job harder for me, hmm?”he teases, laughing when i push him along. this day is gonna be painfully long, i know that already. the thinkers are the ones made to do training now, having not a single sprinkle of experience that would help them against deviants. and with how unfortunate the world can be, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of them was brought face to face with one of the creatures. and without training would be left frozen by fear.

making our way down the corridor, so early that breakfast is in its early stages, a lesson of cooking taking place in the kitchen. stopping in to get a cup of coffee, ikaris fixes his posture, stepping aside from the coffee pot. “isn’t it a bit early for you to be up?”he asks, gold light illuminating wisps of dark hair. “she’s accompanying me in training,”druig speaks up, shoulder against the door frame, hands in pockets. my eyes trail down his body, finding a heavy shadow in his pants. he catches me staring, tongue along his cheek, raised eyebrows in amusement as he comes toward me. “training, you?”gilgamesh asks, not particularly happy about the disruption of how to boil perfect potatoes.

druigs arm nudges against mine, trapping me between his arms as he hands me the jar of flower syrup for the milky coffee. “ajak suggested it,”he replies, his hand coming back to my waist. i watch how his adam’s apple moves when he speaks, the way his head tilts. he is driving me far beyond crazy. ikaris stares back at him, eyes dark as he grins. “so who are you fighting, then?”he asks. “best of the best,”druig replies, gilgamesh turning. “i didn’t agree to fight you,”he jokes, making me grin.

we know you’d break him in half

druig gasps, eyes resist a laugh. ikaris is not so kind, chuckling. “most would,”he replies, last thing heard before druig practically drags me along. arms finding any and every way around each other as i take breaks to have sips of coffee. “you’ll go easy on me?”he asks as we slip into the room of training, pulling the lever that lifts the pit up to a stage like structure. and though the domo isn’t really a place for doors, there is one here, closed with the graze of my hand. the only two in here for now, the others not yet awake. i imagine most of the thinkers will be here in just twenty minutes, to fight or to laugh, that is undecided. i raise my eyebrows, lifting myself onto the stage as i shake my head. i am just above him now, he stands in front of me, hands on the stone. “you won’t go easy on a poor, defenceless man?”he asks softly, tilting his head. “that’s not very kind of you.”he says.

there’s plenty of unkind things i’d do to this man, in one swift motion i have pulled him onto the stage, knocked onto his back with my foot against his chest. “ah, that was harsh.”he says, amused as he looks up at me. with a look of desire, he pulls my leg, to no avail as i stay put, grinning. he sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “why don’t you teach me?”he asks, finally standing after a moment.

fighting?

a smile comes across his features, hands in front of him. “well yes, that too.”he responds, watching as i put one leg behind the other. what landed into his dreams that’s got him so worked up? the world may never know, though i’d be lying if i said i didn’t find it attractive. he copied my stance, though he can’t remain serious, a grin fighting it’s way onto his face. “am i supposed to believe that punching and kicking a deviant is gonna save me?”he asks, eyes fixated on me.

i hum, a quick motion as i sweep his legs out from beneath him, knocking the air from his lungs. mindlessly, he kicks me, attempting to knock me over as well. but my stance is steady, grin on my face. with a loud, exaggerated sigh, i throw myself onto the ground, making him laugh. “that bad, huh?”he asks, turning on his side to look at me. “how do the rules for this work, down three seconds and it’s a win?”he asks, eyes wandering. i don’t think he understands that this isn’t a win and lose situation, it’s about improving. i shake my head, making him huff.

“it’s so terribly boring, fighting. and it is not as if i won’t be without you, you’re stronger than half of us.”he says, finding himself above me. “that is true.”i say, he kisses my forehead. “i love your voice, did you know that?”he asks, kissing my neck lightly. i grin, feeling how his hands travel. “how long, would you say, that we have before the others finally show up?”he asks, lifting my legs. hands through his thick hair, he gazes up at me.

ten minutes.

he frowns, planting another kiss on my lips. “such a shame.”he says, pressing himself against me, letting out a low sigh into my neck. “such a shame.”he repeats.

the next few hours, there was no escaping lust. hands against thighs, hands in hair, glances across the room, his arms flexing whenever given the chance. i accidentally had to fix my top a few times, taking it untucked from my pants, revealing small bits of my torso, watching how his eyes drifted from his opponents, leading him to tumble to the ground.

and when he was finally let out, well, he wasn’t too pleased to have hit the floor so many times. deciding to take the afternoon to ourselves, hardly able to keep ourselves off each other. pushed against trees, hands against throats, by the time we arrived to the limestone hideout we were well out of our minds, hardly any thoughts present other than eachother. his hands don’t take long to rid me of my shirt, taking anything and everything in sight, marks littering my chest. pushed against a column, i tug at his hair, feeling how he practically shakes in anticipation. the sun glitters against the water, sending a beautiful shine against his skin.

pushing him back, pushing him to the floor of stone, he watches me with dark eyes, following my gaze as he removes his pants. it’s funny, how easily he crumbles under my gaze. i take my place on the ground, watching him. my fingertips graze his thighs, feeling the strength inside them. everything about him is so unbearably attractive, kissing him as i straddle him, his grunt leaking into the air as he grips my hips. following his wishes, i move against him, watching how his eyes fall back in his head, his face in my hand as i make him look at me.

how he is real i do not know, surely it isn’t allowed to be so gorgeous. letting go of me, he watches, pulling at the hem of his shirt, he’s pleased when i swipe his hands away. he lets me pull it off him, loves the way i can’t help but blush at the sight of his bare chest, running my fingers along his skin. he’s so painfully attractive, his fingers looping into my pants, tugging them down until they’ve been long discarded. nails against my hips, sun shining through my eyelids as i pull at my lovers hair, his tongue long buried inside me, thighs trembling against his touch.

we will not be finished with ourselves until long after the sunlight fades into nothingness im sure, his chest colored red and purple with marks, hair beyond disheveled. sweat amongst other things covers his skin, leaving it to shine in the remnants of daylight, finished with his task when i’ve come undone, smile on his face as he wipes it with the back of his hand. “oh, my beautiful brelione, you’ve never looked so lovely.”he says, forehead pressing against mine. “too perfect for this world,”he mutters, kissing me gently as he lines himself up. “tell me, are you ready?”he asks gently, finger tips running from my temple to my cheekbone as i nod, feeling his thumb caress my jaw. he shakes his head, the sun just behind his head as it nears its disappearance, making him look like he has a halo. “tell me,”he repeats, unsatisfied.

i can’t help the smile that comes across my face, my hands back on his arms, watching how his face flushes at the feeling, glancing away for just a moment. “i’m ready, flower.”i say, watching how his eyes catch a sparkle at the nickname. he hums, careful as he moves into me. it does not hurt, an odd sensation though it is not pain, which i can’t say is expected seeing as he is beyond average. his mouth falls open as the sun finally rests behind him, sky painted fire and violet, my hands coming to his face as a press a kiss to his nose. “i love you,”he says. “i love you more,”i reply, nails grazing his back as he moans.

he shakes his head, muttering that it is not possible. his voice has taken a unique hue, every time it leaves my lips it seems to be brighter and brighter until my eyes betray me, sewn shut by pleasure. it is not long before we are but moving bodies in the dark, the air filled with the songs of our pleasure, not stopping until we are so far in that our muscles ache with enjoyment. so tired, hair clinging to our skin as warmth has spread across it so quickly, still trapped within each others arms as our pants fill the otherwise silent night.

his back an artwork of pink scratches, hips bruised by his fingertips. “we’ll go back in the morning,”i mutter into his skin. i could not walk if i tried, wrapped in each others arms we fall asleep, hoping that the others won’t come looking. eons later, the sun warms my skin again, his hand grazing my arm, kiss pressed to my temple. “is it bad that i kind of hoped they catched us?”he asks, smile pressed into my skin, nose nudging my slightly bruised neck. my throat raw from my voice used so much, tired so much that i do not want to open my eyes just yet. “you alright?”he asks, making me move over as he chuckles. with a sigh, knowing i will not win this battle between slumber and consciousness, i look to his smiling face, my finger stroking his nose gently.

“i’m just fine,”i whisper gently, finally sitting up. i swear i can still feel him inside me, standing up with a yawn as i stretch my arms, body still bare. he takes my lead, retrieving clothing that ended up so far. “as much as i wish i could stare at you like this forever, it’s not long before the others come looking,”he takes his tank top from the grounding, helping me into it, kissing my forehead. “and i don’t feel like sharing this vision with them.”he mutters, laughing when i nudge him. “i will tell them a raccoon got my back,”he says, retrieving his pants.

tags: @druigswilltolive @slytherin-shitposts @jordynanderson @uwiuwi @jordynanderson9 @i-am-the-1930s @xoxoloverb @elios-stuff

#druig smut #druig series #druig blurb #druig x eternal!reader #druig x oc #druig angst #druig fluff #druig x y/n #druig eternals #barry keoghan #eternals fanfiction #fanart #marvel fanfiction #bucky fanfic

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blackqueengold · 1 year

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Masterlist

Shuriri

Her Grace

Shuri

Idk yet but it will come

T’Challa

The White Panther -> coming soon

Attuma

The Siren and The Talokanil Warrior

After the loss of Alsu’s family, she has been swimming all Atlantic Ocean on her own, no pod, no home. M’Baku takes Alsu in as his adopted sister and has kept away all along from the war, which all wakanda loves her. After the war, alliances are made, love birds being love birds, and love is blooming everywhere.

Chapt.1 Chapt.2

K’uk’ulkan

In Diosa (My goddess) -> coming soon

Namora

Bast’s Daughter -> coming soon

Druig

Mother of Nature and sky -> coming soon

Pietro

My Girl -> coming soon

#Wakanda forever #princess shuri #druig x oc #pietro fanfiction #HOT ATTUMA #k'uk'ulkan #namora #Shuriri #t'challa

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young-heathen · 2 years

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Help, does anyone know the fic where both druig and the reader? Oc? Y/n? I forgot. But both of them are eternals and Druig stole a necklace from someone and then sexy times happened. And then in the next part of the fic, Druig and reader see the necklace in a museum or something?

Yes, help, I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the fic or who even wrote it :"D

#druig #druig smut #druig x reader #druig x oc #druig x y/n #eternals #idk what other tags #druig HELP. sksksksk

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druigs-wife · 2 years

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ZUNNI || MARVEL FANFICTION

PART TWO || SOLDIER 🏛

summary: at the airport in baghdad, zunni meets a young traveller, who's reminding her of one old member of her family in the ancient greece.

warnings: flashbacks, angst, fluff, blood, violence, swearing, mentions of death, eternals spoilers!

word count: 7540

A/N: i know it's been a few months since i posted the first chapter, but I finally wrote it :D the book by madeline miller "the song of achilles" inspired me to do this. enjoy!

PART I MASTERLIST ZUNNI MASTERLIST

DOMO | PRESENT DAY

Two weeks have passed since Zunni awakened. Most of the time she tried to get used to the new circumstances. Ajak helped her with the necessary documents so that she could move freely around the countries. In the evenings, she watched the illuminated and bustling cities from a distance. Everything looked completely different now than it was in the sixteenth century. Preparing to leave the Domo, Zun decided to grab the scissors and cut her beautiful, wavy long hair to the same short length she had had from the very beginning. Still, a few highlights were of a different length than the rest of the hair. She muttered nervously to herself.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Ajak walked into the bathroom worriedly, ready to leave the starship. She noticed that Zunni was not coping with one of Phastos' inventions. Her hands were still shaking a little. "Come on, I'll help you with that." she carefully handed her the tool and turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. After a while Ajak finished cutting her hair. She brushed her head a few times with a brush. Now Zunni's hair was only shoulder length.

"I know, but I had to do this, if I want to start over." she reached for a hair elastic by the sink and quickly tied them into a short, low ponytail. Ajak leaned against the wall and waited for her to finish packing.

"What’s your plan then?" she asked her.

"I have to find Kingo. At the moment he’s my only lead." she replied without looking into her eyes, and still packing the most necessary things.

"Do you know where exactly to look for him?" She knew nothing, absolutely nothing. No new clues, no address. Nothing. But despite this, she tried to be optimistic. Maybe he’ll find her? Completely by accident? That could be a miracle.

"Makkari mentioned that he might be in India now, and I think I'll start in Bombay. She already helped me buy a plane ticket. Not far from there, Ikaris and Sersi got married, remember?" it was a wonderful place. Zunni will always remember it with a smile on her face. What an experience...

"We should go with you." she offered, but Zunni immediately turned to her and disagree.

"Ajak, I appreciate your concern, but this is something I have to do on my own." she packed her last item into her backpack and zipped it. She slung it over her right shoulder and headed towards the doors.

"I let them." Zunni suddenly stopped. She looked at her again and couldn't believe what she just heard. The smartest eternal allowed something so reckless?

"What did you do?" Ajak decided not to speak for now. She understood that it would be better if she told her the truth, especially after what happened. But Zunni gave vent to her emotions and expressed her opinion “And you didn’t deign to tell me about it earlier? You knew exactly what was going on when we split up. It only caused the problems, and even Druig and I got hit for it."

"He went on his own. The deviants were gone. What do you think I was supposed to do? I wasn't going to stop him. He made a decision, as did the rest. Makkari took care of you and that's how you woke up here." Ajak sat up on bed and began explaining to her the true version of the events.

"No matter how much I love Makkari, it was his responsibility. And he left me! He left me because of you!" Ajak knew she didn't mean it, she understood that she had to react in some way. But the words made her want to cry. "He promised me that night that when I'll wake up, everything will be fine. He promised me that he’ll never leave me! And now my question is, where the fuck is he?!" single tears started to run down her cheeks. She got up and walked over to the nervous girl.

"Zunni, look at me. It was his choice and unfortunately there's nothing else I can do." she took Zunni's face in her hands and wiped her tears away.

"I swear, when I find him I'll..." she threatened and slowly tried to calm the breathing. Ajak grabbed her shoulders to make her look at her. However, Zunni continued her speech. "I would never, ever leave him." She grabbed the bag once more, which she had tossed in a corner out of frustration, and left the room, leaving Ajak alone. She was worried about her and hoped that soon she'll see her full of happiness, just like in good old days.

The plane to Mumbai was due to leave in three hours. The women had to slowly gather to make it because they still had a long way through the desert. Makkari hugged her friend goodbye and signed to her.

"Visit me sometime. I'm gonna miss you." Zunni nodded slightly and smiled at her as she stepped out of her embrace. "I hope you'll find Druig."

"Thank you for looking after me for so many years. You'll eventually get some break from me." she joked. Makkari's mouth curved upward and she laughed softly.

"It's gonna be fucking boring here without you." she admitted, unhappy with the fact that now she has to watch over the Domo in solitude. "Sometimes you mumbled kind of strange things in your sleep." she rolled her eyes.

Interesting...

"What things?" she asked her a question but didn't have time to answer it, because Ajak had entered the room with the suitcase.

"Have you got everything, Zun? We have to go to the airport in a moment." she announced putting on her blue coat.

"Yes, I'm ready." she replied picking up her bag from the floor "Goodbye Makkari." She waved goodbye to her and turned toward one of the ship's corridors. There was still a sincere smile on the speedster's face. Ajak took one last glance at the cluttered room and then stared at Makkari.

"Stop grinning and clean up this mess!" she spoke to her firmly in her beautiful, yet threatening accent, then joined Zunni and headed to the exit.

"Yes, mum." she signed annoyingly to herself as they were already out of her sight.

BAGHDAD | THE AIRPORT

Several thousand years have passed since Babylon, many things have changed, even too much. People used to be kind to each other, but now they act like animals to each other and treat themselves like shit. After the team left Babylon, Zunni and Druig could only read the local records of what was happening in that country, but she didn't expect that the consequences of imposing a new religion on them could be so devastating.

Zunni and Ajak were already at the airport waiting for their flights. They both sat on the benches and stared at the crowds of people and bodyguards shouting over each other.

“Remember how this nation used to be full of life and hope? Everyone could visit the city, receive help, home and care. Now I can see that it's filled with death at every turn." staring at the people, Zunni shared her insights with Ajak, who was leaning her arm against the seat.

"Now it's a dangerous place, especially for foreigners, so hardly anyone visits this country." the mature woman continued the conversation.

"They would have achieved much more if they-" she broke off in mid-sentence, knowing what she would be hearing next. She didn't miss it.

“We won't change it, Zunni. You know it well." she told her for the thousandth time since they had arrived on Earth.

"Unfortunately." she muttered under her breath and sighed heavily. She stretched on the seat and leaned back against it comfortably and closed her eyes for a while. After a few minutes she heard the loud scream of one of the bodyguards. She opened her eyes quickly and headed toward him. He was bothering a young man who looked like a foreigner. He didn't know their official language, and there must have been some kind of misunderstanding. She looked at the seat next to her, but Ajak had disappeared somewhere. On the one hand, it's good, she won't complain about it, but on the other hand, no one is going to keep an eye on their luggage.

Fuck it...she got up quickly walking towards the men. As she got closer, she understood more and more the context of this conversation. This man called his husband. The security guard must have overheard their discussion. He's already dead. She got an idea and approached them confidently.

"Honey? What's the problem?" Zunni hugged the stranger man, he looked scared by the whole situation, but as she approached him, he felt that he was not alone, that he still have a chance to get out of there. "Do you have the tickets?" she asked him, knowing that he was holding them in his hands all the time.

"Y-yes, I have them." he answered her in a hesitant voice and smiled at her, or at least tried, then they both looked at the confused guard who clearly didn't know what to do next.

"ما هي المشكلة؟"

"What's the problem?"

Zunni asked him politely, to which he only looked at them once more and left without a word. She moved away from him slowly, not arousing suspicion from the rest of the people around. After a moment of silence, the man spoke up.

"I feel embarrassed, I'm so sorry you had to hear all of this. I don't know how to thank you. If you weren't here, I'd probably be dead by now." it's true. At this point, it's scary to even breathe in this place. Up close, the boy seemed to have a very familiar face, as if she'd seen it before. She looked at him for a moment more. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly. He snapped her out of her thoughts, she remembered something.

"Sorry, you just... I thought you...You remind me of my nephew very much." She confessed and smiled kindly at him. She began to walk away from him steadily. "Next time, choose your words more carefully when you're in a public place, especially in a country like this." she turned completely and blended into the crowd, returning to her seat and her luggage.

"Thank you again!" he said louder, so she could hear him one last time.

When Zunni had her things in sight, she could also see that Ajak had returned to her seat. She stood up slowly and grabbed the suitcase.

"Where were you? I was worried about you." she touched her arm gently.

“I could ask you the same exact question. I fell asleep a little and you're already running away from me." she bit off her. At the same time, there were various sounds at the airport. It turned out that the flight to the United States was due to depart within half an hour.

"It's time for me." she became slightly sad. She hugged Zunni goodbye, though she didn't want to part with her again. "You'll fit back in, I ensure you." she whispered in her ear. "And remember, take it easy, you're still too weak." she grabbed her cheek and rubbed it gently with her fingers.

"I'll remember." she promised and then Ajak was lost in the crowd.

There is still some time until the Zunni's flight, so she sat back down. Painful memories of Ancient Greece were flickering through her mind.

ATHENS | 1196 BC

Surprisingly, the years on Earth pass quickly. This time, a group of Eternals was sent to Athens to get rid of all the deviants. Due to the fact, that the team is not scheduled to go on hunting on them until the next day, Zunni decided to help the servants in the garden. It allowed her to relax. She loved the distinctive scent of different flowers at once. Together with other women, she worked on removing weeds from flowerbeds. She spent half a day there, learning their language at the same time. As sunset approached, Druig came to the gardens. He sat down on a bench and watched her working hardly. Zunni glanced at him and smiled under her breath. She didn't approach him straight away and decided to finish the last flowerbed. When it got a little darker, she got up from the ground and dusted off her white tunic. All her clothing was stained with soil and remnants of grass.

"γεια"

"Goodbye"

She bid farewall to the servants who were also finishing their work for today. Zunni headed to Druig, which was still sitting and watching her closely. She sighed and shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve been waiting here for a few moments." he said with a cheeky smirk painted on his face as he slowly rose from the bench and walked towards her.

"Really? Sorry, I didn't notice you staring at me for like...thirty minutes, maybe?" she said in a sarcastic tone. Once they were close enough, he grabbed her dirty hand. Before he could do anything, she warned him "I'm all soiled, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She chuckled slightly. Druig stubbornly brought her palm to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"I enjoy looking at beautiful creatures" he stated, staring deeply into her brown eyes. It has to be said, he know how to charm a woman. Flirting with Zunni was his speciality.

“Come on, we need to finish the vase." He took her hand and they started walking towards their quarters. "But I need to change first."

Zunni and Druig were waiting in one of the larger rooms, which was intended for art. Next to the garden, this workroom was her favorite. The mind controller settled back comfortably on the couch and closed his eyes. He was tired after a day, and tomorrow they must be full of strength to fight. Zunni, on the other hand, sat on the stool and looked at the unfinished vase, she could barely see on her eyes as well. She got up impatiently and started walking from one end of the room to the other.

"For Arishem's sake, where is he?" she slightly leaned out into the hallway to see if the person they're talking about is coming.

"He's probably busy showing off to the servants" he replied sleepily, eyes still closed.

"I doubt the servants stopped him." she slipped out. She should keep her mouth shut. Zunni prayed in her mind that he would be here as soon as possible.

Achilles. The greatest of all the Greek warriors. Son of Peleus…and all that.

Zunni had expected something more from him. He didn't shown his best since they arrived in Athens. There were various rumors about him in Babylon, but according to her only one turned out to be true. He was rarely sober, at least in recent times. As Basilis, his aunt, she tried to reach him, but he didn't want to talk at all. The day before she had caught Achilles and Patroclus, his friend from childhood, making love. They didn't noticed her, but the door was ajar, so she closed it quietly and walked away as if nothing had happened. It was obvious to her that they liked each other, but sadly they were hiding it. If she could do something so that they could live together without any consequences, she would help them.

"What do you mean?" still lying on the sofa, he opened one eye and looked at her curiously, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Doesn't matter." she shook her head and dismissed Druig, leaving him unanswered. "I'll strangle him myself when he finally shows up." She grew more and more irritated.

"Don't be so upset m'lady, anger marrs beauty." and that's where his flip side comes in. Apart from his flirting skills, he can also piss someone off at times.

"Maybe I shoud beat both of your asses." She warned him in a sweet but sarcastic tone. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and closed with a loud bang.

"Χαίρετε, comrades." he greeted with a huge smile on his lips. He could barely stand on his feet, but not from tiredness. He got drunk again.

"I can't believe it. You gotta be kidding me." Zunni's hands dropped completely. It was too much.

"I had my reasons." Achilles tried to justify himself somehow, but it was getting worse every day. He swayed slightly as he wanted to get closer to his aunt, so she ran over to him to keep his balance.

"Allie! We were supposed to finish the painting today. How will you pose in such a state?" she gripped him tightly by the muscular shoulders so he could stand straight, but Achilles pulled her to him with all his strength and hugged her, but without a reciprocating.

"Basilis, my dear auntie, I can do this." still holding her in his embrace, he moved away slightly to look at her.

"Zun, it could be worse. Besides, what you expected from him?" she's already pissed off enough. Finally, after a while, she broke free from her nephew's embrace and moved away from the men.

"I'm sick of you, both of you. I'm going to my quarters." she glanced at them and turned towards the door.

"Auntie!" he shouted after her and spread his arms, barely standing on his legs.

"Go to bed!” she shouted back and slammed the door behind her, leaving them both alone.

In the morning the deviants attacked the city unexpectedly. The strongest gods from Olympus gathered to fight, but even they couldn't cope with the bloodthirsty beasts. The Eternals came to their rescue. Ikaris and Zunni, as always eliminated the most dangerous of them in the air, Thena and Gilgamesh collaborated on land, and Sprite and Druig carefully controlled the entire course of the battle, distracting their opponents from time to time. Phastos, on the other hand, was busy with something completely different, he was sitting in his chambers and creating newer and more absurd inventions for the simple Greek society.

After defeating the last deviant in the air, Zunni landed with a crash on the ground near Thena, who had just delivered the last, killing stab to the last beast in Athens. This battle was hers, she got rid of the greatest number of deviants, and it was she who received all the applause. When she managed to slip out of the crowd of happy inhabitants, she approached her sister, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Are you okay?" she crouched down beside her and made sure she was okay. Zunni looked at her sharply, as if breaking out of another trance. Her eyes no longer sparkled with white light. She managed to calm down without complications.

"Yes, everything's alright." she took a deep breath and let it out of her mouth "I'm just exhausted." she laughed and Thena chuckled with her. She got to her feet and offered Zunni a helping hand, which she gripped tightly and stood up, brushing the armor off the soil. "Is everybody okay?" she asked the rest of the team and then began to repair the damage caused by the battle.

In gratitude for saving the Greek capital, the gods of Olympus held a great feast in honor of the Eternals. Various food and drinks were placed on a huge marble table. It was going to be a feast until dawn.

"I'm starving." Gilgamesh admitted, first sitting at the table, rubbing his hands together, he didn't know from to start. At the very beginning, he poured some alcohol to warm up.

"Just don't eat it all at once." Zunni patted him on the back, which almost made him choke on one of the traditional Greek spirits.

"Help yourselves!" Zeus ordered all the people in the dining room, pointing to the full table.

The atmosphere was very pleasant. Everyone talked to each other as if they had always known each other, as if they were family. After two hours of feasting, when everyone had already drunk some liquor, the ambience became even more casual. Sprite, with the help of her extraordinary illusions, told everyone "The Legend of Ikaris", and when the story ended, Gilgamesh and Zunni laughed the loudest in the room.

"So he just...flew into the sun? This is ridiculous." she stated, laughing aloud at Ikaris himself.

“The poor man didn't seem to know how to outmaneuver it” Gilgamesh concluded and took another sip of his drink. Eternal just rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. He raised his goblet slightly towards Zunni, who was seated across from him.

"Oh, I'll wipe that smile off your face one day, believe me." a mysterious smirk appeared on his face, to which everyone reacted with laughter.

"Basilis? Where's your nephew? I heard he's causing a lot of trouble lately." Hera asked politely after a moment when the room calmed down. Oh yeah…Achilles. He's late again.

"He has a lot on his mind recently, he's trying to let off steam in some way. He's still a young boy." she tried to explain his absence from the feast. He was probably still asleep. Zeus's wife was not very satisfied with this answer, although she knew that Zunni was trying to be his good carer.

"Have you finished the vase?" she asked another question and on this point, Zunni had to disappoint her too.

"Not yet. I hope we'll do it tonight." she put a handful of fruit on her plate.

"As long as his hangover will allow it." Phastos, who had sat in silence the whole time, interrupted. Zunni looked up from her plate at the eternal.

"Phastos, weren't you supposed to be in your chambers?" defending Achilles, she tried to bite him back.

"I think I have the right to rest, at least for a while, because I don't know about you, but I work for days." He pointed at each person with his fork and took a bite. The door to the dining room slowly swung open, and Achilles emerged from it, trying to sit down at the table imperceptibly. "There he is." he pointed at the approaching man.

"Sorry, I'm late." he bowed slightly to Zeus and Hera and took an empty seat next to Zunni. It was evident that he was still asleep and that he came here only under duress.

"Together with Hera we thought that since you got rid of the deviants, maybe you'd like to settle down here for a while?" Zeus took his wife's hand and announced his proposal to the Eternals. The team exchanged glances, some nodded without hesitation, and others had mixed feelings about it.

"I don't know, it would be very kind of you, but we'd like to arrange it with our leader first." Ikaris announced to Zeus after a moment of reflection.

"Think about it, people like to be in your company." Hera admitted and smiled genuinely at them. Achilles was still leaning on the table and said nothing. Zunni lightly brushed his hand.

"What stopped you this time? Hey? Is something wrong?" she wanted to finally talk to him, to understand why he was behaving this way.

"It's okay. I need a drink." he took his hand away and reached for the alcohol in front of him. Zunni stubbornly tried to pull him away from it, placing her hand on his once more.

"You just sober up, Allie. Put it down." whispering, she asked him.

"I feel wonderful. Give me a drink!" again her nephew threw her hand away, he was acting so childish.

"Achilles!" she screamed in a whisper so as not to attract the attention of all the guests present. He gave her an irritated look and stood up, loudly pushing his chair back.

"Great, I wish you a lovely feast, then." he bowed before leaving the room, full of bitterness. There was an awkward silence in the room.

"What an annoying kid, how are you dealing with him?" Phastos commented on. It gone too far. Zunni had to talk to him seriously after all, so she got up from her seat as well and picked up the alcohol that Achilles had wanted to drink a moment earlier. It seemed that this was the only way for him to finally open up to her. “Hey, where are you going?” Phastos asked as she walked away from the table.

"Don't disturb yourselves, I must finally talk some sense into him. Thank you for hospitality, Zeus." she bowed culturally and took the alcohol under her arm.

"The pleasure is all mine." he nodded, smiling slightly at her, then continued to eat the dish.

"Should I go with you?" Druig was sitting a few chairs away, and as Zunni passed by him, he grabbed her gently by the waist to make her look at him. He offered her support.

"There is no need, thank you." she smiled a little sadly and took his hand off her body. She headed to the exit and began to follow Achilles.

She didn't have to search long. Her nephew was sitting in the garden, staring at the landscape of Athens from above. She approached him and waved a jug lightly with his favorite alcohol in his sight. He seemed to be a little bit surprised.

"I want to understand you, but I don't know how anymore. I thought maybe this would convince you?" she approached him closer and handed him the alcohol, then sat down on the bench next to him, while Achilles put the jug down on the ground and sighed heavily.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving for war." he gasped his words as he stared straight ahead. Zunni's eyes widened. Why is she finding out about it now? "And the best part is, only thanks to me they can conquer Troy."

"What are you talking about?" she asked him a question, stepping back slightly.

"According to the prophecy of Calchas, it's thanks to me, that they can win this war. There is only one catch..." He lowered his head and took a deep breath. "I'm going to die..."

For a moment, Zunni didn't believe what she had just heard. Achilles, her nephew, the person she has to protect at all cost, is doomed to die. She didn't take her eyes off him and after a moment she took his cheek and turned him so that he finally looked at her. He was unmoved, and in fact he seemed to be reconciled with his fate. But Zunni wasn't.

"You're not going anywhere. I forbid you!" she shook her head and raised her tone to which he stood up abruptly.

"You won't be deciding about my life! I'm leaving tomorrow morning, whether you like it or not!" he started screaming at her.

"When we got here, I promised Zeus to look after you!" she got up from her seat and began to speak to Achilles, who had his back to her, "It's my duty to stop you from doing this. "Why do you care so much about the glory, if you're going to be dead?!" he turned to her as he heard the last word.

"What do you know about me, huh? Maybe that's what I want?" he shrugged and continued arguing.

"That's not true." she said immediately and firmly.

"How do you know that?" pointed at her with his open hand to continue her speech.

"I know about you and about Patroclus..." a grimace appeared on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't manage to. "Before you say anything, I really care about you. he was really happy." he walked closer to her, and she touched his shoulder gently, "I'm sorry I couldn't prove it to you sooner, but I also get lost in this sometimes." a single tear ran down her cheek. "You can think of me whatever you want, but for me you'll always be my family." Zunni's confession stunned Achilles. His expression softened, but he continued to insist on his.

"Sorry, but that's what my goal is. I know your opinion about the war. You would stop the bloodshed at all costs, if you could. And...Patroclos is going with me." She lowered her hand and took a few steps back.

"You'll lead him to the slaughter. I don't support this. We protect your planet from all violence, and you use it anyway." she expressed her opinion with her arms folded.

"Basilis...as my aunt, please respect my decision." this time it was he who grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She was the only person besides Patroclus who could understand him. She didn't support what might happen in the near future, but she had no other choice. Zunni closed her eyes and hugged him. Achilles deepened his embrace, thanking her for understanding.

ATHENS | 1186 PNE

The war lasted much longer than the Eternals had expected. Only Druig, Thena, Gilgamesh and Zunni decided to stay in Greece. She watched it all closely from a distance, still worried about her nephew. She realized long ago that she'll not convince him. The Eternals were receiving messages from the front from one of their trusted soldiers, he informed them of all Achilles' exploits. Some were indeed worthy of a hero, but the rest not very much. Not for Zunni. The informant was due to arrive in the capital a few weeks ago, but he never did.

A worried Druig entered Zunni's quarters. She was standing by the balcony with her arms folded, admiring Athens.

"Something must have happened." she admitted, standing with her back to him. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Maybe they had some complications along the way." he tried to cheer her up.

"This is taking too long." she sighed. "I have to end this." Druig turned her gently to face him. "I don't have the strength to only hear about the losses these people suffer." she confessed to him after ten years of being quiet.

“Zun, we can't-”

“I don't care what I can and cannot do anymore! I had allowed this slaughter to go on for way too long. Ten fucking years waiting for this torment to end! He's my nephew, I love him. I guess I deserve to see him again. One last time." she sobbed loudly. Druig analyzed what she had just said. She was not wrong. He also didn't supported that and wanted to let her alone into this mess.

"I'm going with you." he stated.

Later that day, they flew away in search of a camp near Troy, which allegedly contained Achilles and Patroclus.

Druig held tightly to his companion and together they were flying over the Aegean Sea. The land was now in sight, together they looked for the nearest Achaean camp. Zunni and Druig landed near one of them to check if they were in right place. Three warriors stood outside patrolling the area. As they spotted the Eternals approaching, they recognized them in the blink of an eye. One of them trotted up to them.

“Basilis! What are you doing here? Something happened in Athens?" he began to question anxiously, he didn't expect their presence.

“Where is Achilles? Is he here? " she looked around the camp from afar.

"Yes, my lady. He is, but a few kilometers away and still fighting. He should be back soon." he answered her. Thank Arishem, he was still alive. Maybe all is not lost yet.

The soldier led them into the camp. There were bloody warriors everywhere, groaning in pain. On the way to some free tents, Zunni remembered to ask on more question, equally important.

"Tell me one more thing...what happened to Patroclus?" he stopped and looked down on his feets. The soldier considered his words for a few good moments, but in the end he only pointed on the tent to the west of them.

“I'm sorry, my Lady…but he's dead. He was slain today at the battle." he finally confessed. She stared at the indicated tent for a long moment, hesitating to go in there. If Achilles didn't know it, he'll face severe agony. Zunni and Druig eventually entered to the tent where the dead Patroclus was lying. He was battered and bloodied, his face as pale as a sculpture. She covered her mouth with her hand. That was horrible. The worst part is that Achilles let it happen. At the same time, the perplexed hero stormed into the tent. When he saw the body of his beloved one, he fell into great despair. He knelt in front of him and hugged him as tightly as he could while his tears ran down his cheeks like a stream. Zunni discreetly asked Druig to leave them alone. When he did so, she approached her desperate nephew and hugged him tightly as well, trying to soothe him at all costs.

“Shhh… I'm with you, Achilles. Let it all out. I got you." she closed her eyes and the two of them sat there for an hour until he stopped shedding tears.

After a while, Zunni led him to his bed. He wished to take Patroclus with him. They were both lying on the sheets, Achilles was brushing the strands of his beloved's hair away, and Zunni was playing quiet, calm melodies on the lyre nearby the bed. He turned his sleepy gaze from his lover to his aunt and stared at her for a few seconds. When she felt his eyes on her, she lifted hers as well.

“Tomorrow I will kill Hector. I must avenge him." Achilles' eyes became wet again. Zunni just hummed to herself. "Do you want to stop me?" he asked in a low tone. She sat in silence for a moment, then said something that surprised him and something she didn't expected she would ever tell this to.

"I will not even try to...If you die, I wouldn't be surprised if I do the same for you."

He needed that, he needed these words. Deep inside, the thought of the next day hurted him, but he tried not to showing it, so he just nodded and started stroking Patroclus's hair once more.

Achilles received new armor early in the morning and left without saying goodbye. He was afraid that if he would saw his caregiver again, he would gave up. The hours were passing horribly slowly, but it was finally done. Hector died and with this, revenge was fulfilled. Achilles didn't talk much after the incident. Together with the soldiers, they were planning an attack on Troy. Zunni and Druig didn't interfere in their doings. She just wanted to stay with her nephew until the very end. One day have passed, commanders and warriors began to leave the camp. This time he didn't say goodbye either. They waited alone for the end of the war.

Druig was enjoying a plate of fruits and Zunni was peeking out of her tent every so often, looking for any soldier. But nobody had come. It was evening, she had a feeling that this day would become the history, but her mind wandered around Achilles all the time. He wasn't her nephew anymore. He became someone much more important to her.

She ran out of her tent without saying a word, leaving Druig alone and took to the air as quickly as possible. She began to fly towards Troy. It was several kilometers from the city, but already high flames engulfing the battlefield could be seen. As Zunni flew closer, she saw everyone slaughtering each other like animals and setting fire to everything they could. The city was covered in blood. She looked everywhere, but nowhere to see Achilles. She came even closer. Paris, brother of Hector, was in her sight as he was aiming his bow. The arrow hit her nephew's heel. That was the end. She flew to him, didn't manage to catch him, so he fell to the ground with a thud. His breaths became less and less regular. With the lasts of his strength he looked at her.

"You weren't the perfect caregiver, dear aunt...b-but you were the mother I needed." moved by his words, she began to sob and laid her forehead on Achilles', who breathed one last time. The battle continued around them, but he was the only thing that mattered to her. However, her mourning was interrupted by an arrow aimed by Paris, which bounced off her protective barrier. She turned and picked herself up from the ground, grasping the sword dropped by her nephew.

“Do you want to avenge him?! Let it be a fair duel. Without any magic, witch!" he challenged her. Zunni became even more furious and without thinking she got rid off her shield and all powers for that moment. When it happened, Paris drew his sword and started running towards her. Zunni rapidly blocked his first hit, again and again. She pushed him a few inches from her and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him even further. He slammed his fist on the ground and rose from it, gasping intensely. This time it was she who started to punching him. Paris tried to protect himself from them by dodging, but Zunni took a big swing and cut his stomach. It was not a fatal blow, but he felt it, then grabbed his stomach and blood appeared on his hand. Without hesitation, she took another swing with her sword and this time she cut his arm, which caused Paris to fall on his knees. A sword escaped from his hands and he became defenseless. She came close enough to him to put the sword to his throat. Her eyes flashed white light several times, there was a vengeance in them. But before she delivered the killing blow, Druig could be heard in her mind.

"If you kill him, you will not bring him back." Druig was in her mind from the very beginning when she escaped from the camp. He followed her each movement and wanted her to stop before doing something that she could regret later.

In fury, Zunni hesitated for a few more seconds, but finally let go of Achilles' killer and took a few steps back. Paris didn't know what to do. There was fear in his eyes. He grabbed his throat and breathed deeply before taking his bow and sword and then disappearing into the ruins of Troy.

Several days have passed since the deaths of Achilles and Patroclus. On the hill near their camp, an obelisk was builded in honor of the hero. Zunni knelt in front of it and arranged the most beautiful flowers around the grave, then lit a few candles. She did the same at his beloved's tomb. When she finished, she got up and started praying for a while. Maybe that's what he wanted? After all, they're happy together and going to love each other until the end of the world or even longer. Zunni took Achilles' sword from her belt. Gods allowed her to keep it as a souvenir. She laid it down carefully on the grass and in one graceful movement gave it some of the cosmic energy she possesses. She always carried the sword with her, and with it...her son.

ATHENS | ONE DAY LATER

The Eternals were due to leave Greece this day and return to the rest of the team in Babylon. Zunni was ready an hours ago. She spent her last moments in an art studio. At last she finished the vase. The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with one hand and stood up to see it whole. It looked magnificent. None other than Druig knocked on the door.

"We are leaving." he informed her. Yet Zunni was still staring at her creation. He walked over to her and began to admire it as well. "Beautiful." Druig stated. He looked around the room and found her bags not far away. "I will wait for you outside." he was heading for the exit and left the room. Zunni looked at the vase for a few seconds longer and after a while she grabbed her baggage and left the room as well.

The vase depicts Achilles and Patroclus in their embrace with swords holding high. In the background behind them the Eternals fight with the deviants.

BABYLON | A WEEK LATER

"Grounded?!" upon their return to Mesopotamia, everything quickly came to light. Due to the fact that Zunni entered the field of the Trojan War and almost killed Paris, Ajak decided to chill Zunni's actions. She didn't tell Arishem about it, because the sentence would have been more severe, so she decided to punish her herself.

"You will not be able to fight the deviants or go on missions outside Babylon until further notice." she told her firmly. Druig was also in the room, trying to help ease her punishment. It could have been much worse. Zunni didn't tell Ajak that Druig was with her all the time, because he would also got grounded. But does he ever listens to her?

"I was there with her!" just as the team leader was about to leave the room, Druig have confessed. She turned to face him and looked at him suspiciously.

"Were you on the battlefield with her, or several kilometers from Troy?" she asked him a trick question. He looked at Zunni, who was clearly telling him to give up and not continue the argument. The mind conttroller didn't listened to her.

"We were there together." after a long moment, he lied. Ajak hummed and continued to stare deep into his eyes.

“You're lying Druig. Give it a rest. I will not ground you." she didn't agree.

He walked around the room to come up with some excuse. Zunni cursed under her breath. What he was doing was so childish, but also kinda sweet that he wouldn't leave her alone. After a moment he looked at one of the flowers in the pot and pushed it to the ground. The rug was soiled with dirt all over it. Ajak hands dropped. She was resigned. Zunni hid her flushed cheeks in her hands. Druig changed his face expression and was about to say an insult directed to the leader, but she overtook him.

“Okay, that's enough. You're grounded." she left irritated by the whole situation and slammed the door behind her. Zunni looked at him in disbelief and a characteristic smirk appeared on his face. She turned to face the balcony, you could see the landscape beyond the Babylon's walls. The Eternals were just battling the deviants attacking one of the villages. She watched the fight closely, thinking of that she has to wait a while before returning to the battlefield. Zunni felt Druig's soft breath on the back of her neck. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He enjoyed relishimg her scent, tenderly pressed his jaw against the side of her head.

"You're a dumbass, you know that?" she started to tease him and he just laughed at the nickname she gave him. For the rest of the battle they both watched the stunning landscape and enjoyed by themselves presence.

THREE DAYS LATER...

During another deviant attack, the team had to split up. Gilgamesh and Ikaris fought right outside the city gates, while the rest fought a few miles away. A lot of the creatures flew, which made it difficult for them to cooperate. The flying Eternal tried to get the situation under control, but there were still too many of them. He was centimeters away from one of the monsters. He covered himself with his hands, knowing he was going to get hit. It didn't happened. With the help of her energy, Zunni managed to eliminate the enemy before it could had harmed her friend. Ikaris uncovered himself and looked at her surprised.

"I'm gone for a few days and everything is falling apart." she taunted him, then eliminated another deviant approaching him. “Someone is out of shape, man. Focus." she flee away from him and took care of the rest of the beasts.

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A/N: i promise that the next chapter will focus only on relationship with druig 🤠

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i had a small idea yesterday for the prompt session! druig with #’s 3, 15, and 18. maybe with reader after the emergence. they’re both EXHAUSTED and even though druig’s hurt, he still wants to make sure his s/o is okay after fighting. you can change things around to your liking ofc!

A/N - YAS! I do like this a lot for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

Scars and All

Summary - Druig seeks you out after the Emergence

Warnings - angst and fluff mixed together

“How is she?”

“I’m more concerned about you since you took a beating from Ikaris on that beach,”

Druig huffed as Phastos was looking him over with some of his equipment, being ever patient but not willing to sit through a thorough exam. He was sitting on what was left of Phastos’s work table, his armor stripped, and was only sporting his black pants and nasty bruises along his ivory skin. Phastos and Thena were with him and taking the proper measures to check on him, Sersi was talking to a now-human Sprite in the Meeting Room, leaving Makkari to tend to you in your shared room with Druig. Although Druig knew that Thena would hold him down in order for him to get checked over and be cleared, he would rather be with you.

You both took a beating on that beach in order to save the world.

Druig took on Ikaris’s beams head-on, thinking for a split moment that he wasn’t going to make it out alive. It left him both physically and mentally bruised, not to mention the mental fatigue that he endured ignorer to take over the mind of a full Celestial. Throughout the centuries that he has been on Earth, this was truly the first time he felt beyond tired.

Not tired, exhausted.

“Your internal organs are still good,” Phastos hummed as he scanned Druig’s backside slowly and with determination, Druig’s leg bouncing on the workstation table as he was sitting Indian Style. Even his fingers were fidgeting while he was staring dead ahead at the wall. He was half listening, mostly thinking about you and how you were holding up. Seeing you on the beach covered in scratch wounds and pale to the touch made his heart sink. Saving the world didn’t matter to him anymore, nor did stopping Ikaris and stopping Tiamat. All that mattered was you.

He needed to see you and make sure you were alright.

“The bruises are gonna last a bit,” Phastos explained as Druig was still sitting rather impatiently, Thena was watching like a hawk and not moving an inch while Phastos placed his instruments down and gave Druig a brotherly kind of stare, “I can have Makkiar get some herbs to make a paste and make the bruises shrink down a bit.”

“Not a fan of modern medicine I take it?” Druig asked with a hint of sarcasm, though Phastos cracked a grin.

“Modern medicine is too tame compared to what we endured in the glory days,” Phastos hummed, then pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “Plus, we need to be careful since we don’t have Ajak to help us,”

It made the mood more somber in the room, even when it was rue. Ajak was always there to heal them, from the smallest scratches to the more massive wounds that they would get from Deviants. The healing was more than the physical, her soothing tones and words of encouragement for every Eternal. Even Druig, though they both clash plenty of times when it comes to the philosophy of Eternals, admired Ajak all the more and missed her terribly.

“Thanks, Phastos,” Druig replied with a soft smile, hopping down from the workstation table.

“Get some rest,” Thena instructed him with a small tilt of her head to him. Druig nodded back.

“Will do,” He replied walking past both Phastos and Thena to the hallways that lead to the living quarters. He was glad that he was cleared from needing anymore assistance, and he was not thinking about himself at the current moment.

“Couldn’t gone worse for him if it wasn’t for her,” Phastos said to Thena as Druig was walking away, his eyes going right down the hallway and nothing slowing him down.

“She saved his life, as she should since they were meant for each other,” Thena replied in an optimistic hum, which made Druig wish he could smile from hearing that from the warrior herself. He might have been too tired to smile, or simply more concerned about you to smile from the comment. But it still warmed his heart nonetheless, adoring Thena all the more.

Once he made it to your shared room, He carefully and softly opened the door to see nothing but darkness. Your king-sized bed was against the wall, you were nestled amongst the satin sheets and already sleeping with Makkari sitting by your side and keeping a close eye on you.

Makkari, still clad in her armor, saw Druig and immediately sped over to him, She’s okay.

“Thanks, ‘Kari,” He whispered to her as he gestured his head over to your sleeping form, “How bad is it?”

Her cuts are deep, but they’ll heal in a few days, She explained to him, I know how to make a paste for her wounds to make the healing go a bit faster. I’ll make some for you too, I think you two need some rest,

“You might be right,” he agreed, seeing her crack a smile slightly before she leaned over to hug him gently. He hugged her back, feeling her warmth in the embrace. Once Makkari pulled away and slipped out of the room, Druig looked over at your sleeping form with both concerns and warmth.

Warmth that you were alive and still with him in this life, and concern that you took a beating to protect him.

He loved watching you sleep in the past, seeing how soft and content you were as you dreamed away with nothing haunting you. There were even moments when he would watch you and be amazed at how peaceful you seemed to be in a chaotic and ever-grieving world around you. He loved that about you and he wished he had that in himself sometimes.

You had enough love and compassion to fill the both of you up instantly and overflow.

Moving without him making a single sound, Druig lifted the sheet to finally see you. The distinct slash marks along your skin, the deep bruises etched near your neck and hips. It was all too much for him to see. You were never one to harm a fly or start trouble, it wasn’t in your nature. Yet now, you looked so broken to Druig that it made his heart shatter.

Immediately he moved, wrapped you close in his arms, and avoided some of the fresher wounds. You stirred, your head against his neck now as he hummed to alert you.

“…Druig?” You said in a hoarse tone.

“I’m right here, darlin’. Go back to sleep,” He mumbled to you since the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and lose sleep. You moved your arms, grimacing from the drained energy and the tender bruises along your arms.

“You okay?” You asked him. Of course, you would be worried for him and his health, not even worried about your own wounds and exhaustion. Druig loved you for your selfless heart and need to care for others before yourself, both a blessing and a curse for him to witness as the love of your life. He kissed your forehead, feeling his own energy draining within moments from being in a safe space with you and being in one piece.

“I’m alright now,” he reassured you soothingly, “We’re both alright now. Let’s sleep, alright? I got ya,”

As you both slept and healed together, all you both could dream of was your future together. No matter that there was no village to go back to, losing some of your own to both the Deviants and Ikaris at the same time, none of that mattered compared to what you two wanted in your future together. Somewhere quiet and away from chaos, maybe near the sea or deep in the forest. Just you and Druig against the world, scars and all.

The End.

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Procesión de la Muerte (Procession of the Dead) - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader Halloween Oneshot

Pairings: Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader, Druig x Kaetlyn Word Count: over 4.0k Summary: How a wife's love for her emo-pacifist mind-controller husband accidentally created a centuries old legend of the Amazon Rainforest, ended up bringing to light one of the most sacred and honored celebrated traditions in South and Central America. Warning(s): Words that are bold and italisized indicate spoken in another language bc I can't speak nor write Spanish & don't want to offend anyone by using Google Translate, Angst, mention of death & genocide & war (fun stuff y'all), mentions of depression and PTSD, slight mention of blood, necromancy practices, probably really inaccurate descriptions of magic and magical practices, Kaet is seriously so gone for Druig (i fucking love these two dorks), Cerberus is the goodest boi,

Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!

There was an energy that encompassed the autumnal season’s high holiday that made its ancient magic so enchanting and powerful. It was a time known across practitioners of the mystic arts of any field that autumn was a season known more than for its abundance and harvest. It was a time of transformation, of when summer’s green fertility gave way to winter’s bleak barrenness. It was when the veil between the physical and spiritual planes was at its thinnest. A time in which both magic practitioners and mundane were able to catch the slightest glimpse to the other side. This was the time where magic was at its peak, and it was all because of you- his love; his wife; his angel of shadow & death who was also his harbinger of light & life.

Although the environment of his home rarely changes throughout the year, Druig still felt the unmistakable chills that danced on his bare skin that came with transition from summer to autumn, and from there approached winter’s foreshadowing. Despite the abandonment of summer’s warmth, the mind-controller Eternal was often teased by you for being considered an avid enthusiast for the unforgiving seasons by the standards of their family. However, it was Samhain that made your husband greet the year’s end with such glee. Furthermore, it was a day that would forever be etched into the bareness of his being by the testaments of your love and devotion towards him. Each act from you followed from an event that harrowed him.

But the only way to best understand was by starting at the beginning.

It was no secret that you worked best at night with the only witnesses to your work being the moon and stars. Although you adored the bustling livelihood that thrived in the village you and your husband created, there was something about the darkness and solitude of the night that made Kaetlyn feel more connected to her magic than the garish light of day could ever dream to accomplish. It was common for Kaetlyn would burn the midnight oil conducting experiments and immerse herself in research to secrets that still remained a mystery to her – even after 7000 years of existence.

Meanwhile, Druig would fall into a deep state that vaguely resembled a still corpse if it were not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest in tandem with his breathing. When the lily-pale mind-controller fell asleep, there was little that could get him up from his slumber. Too many times Ajak had lectured him for how late he would sleep into the day – not to mention the staggering occurrences in which he would accidentally sleep through a natural catastrophe. It became commonplace for their former leader to ask his lover to awaken him in the most compromising acts. It was inconvenient, but it got the job done.

But since the couple separated from their family as a result of witnessing the fall and horrific genocide of the once glorious Aztec civilization centered around Tenochtitlan from the Spanish Conquistadors, there would be nights where Druig would be unable to fall asleep. It did not matter what he would do in attempt to tire him, his memory of fire and screams plagued his mind in an endless cycle of misery and devastation. It did not matter that he prevented further bloodshed by taking over the minds of the humans; it mattered even less when he and his angel led the horde of mortals south from the ruins to the land that they now call home. Sleep always evaded the somber Eternal, and whatever sleep he managed to get would be afflicted by memories turned nightmares of the horrors he had been forced to witness as a bystander to humanity’s cruelty by orders of their former leader.

The sight of your dearest in such agony tore your heart in the most brutal manner. Although you had also been long tormented by watching 7000 years of destruction, your heart had been hardened as a consequence to the multitude of deaths that you had to personally oversaw as a physician and a fighter. While you still carried hope for mankind, most of the naïve idealist dreams expired with time. However, this was not the case for Druig. You knew more than anyone that the strength of your lover’s will was overshadowed by the tenderness in his heart for those weaker than him and his family. It was that persisting quality of the beautiful mind-controller that drew the impulsive shadow wielder into his orbit, and eventually what caused such enduring steadfastness from your part.

It was not without tremendous effort from his wife’s part to get the immortal insomniac to get some rest. But all of your efforts were wasted on her part. Every night you would lead Druig to your shared bed, and whisper sweet words of comfort, as well as voicing your desperate pleas for him to finally rest. You would carefully stroke the firm lines of his frame with the tender touch of her fingertips, quickly finding areas of taut muscle to knead away any knots with your skillful hands. You had created countless versions of sleeping draughts that would calm his mind, and thousands of potions that would prevent him from dreams. But memories held more power than dreams, and so all of your efforts were met with the continued grief of your beloved.

Not being able to bear the sight of Druig’s turmoil, you decided to take further action. With your talents in the arcane, you designed a complex ritual that could only be completed at a grand scale- one that would take over an entire continent. It involved a form of magic that took up so much power and energy, it was only to be used as a last resort in any form of situation- necromancy. A magic that was only possible in theory, its crudest form was born before the outermost Walls of Babylon had yet to be constructed. You were approached by a shaman that was outcasted by her tribe when her husband discovered that she had been sacrificing their livestock to Ereshikigal, the Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead that ruled the Underworld. The woman had thought the Eternal to be the goddess herself, and begged you to allow the woman to see her late son that died in a raid.

Replying with only that her son was in peace in the higher dome in the heavens, you advised the shaman to return to her husband and perform a cleansing ritual to purify their home from the anger of the murdered animals. However, the shaman only pressed further, blurting out that the spirit of her son had been calling out to her in dreams. She revealed that she would stop until her son was at peace in the arms of Anu in An. Against you better judgement, you allowed yourself to be swayed by the mother’s grief, telling her that she would try her best to guide her son to the heavens so that he may rest in peace, but there would be no guarantee of success. After the woman gave her thanks by kneeling to the ground in a deep bow, you set off to work.

The Eternal spent months scouring over texts that theorized the use of magic manifestation, and detailed dreams of the dead rising. You recruited Makkari to search for more artifacts and texts in efforts to make the poor woman’s request a reality, a favor the silent speedster was more than happy to fulfill. It was only when winter was soon to be upon them that you were able to summon enough energy to prepare the ritual. Tracing a circle into the earth to serve as a temporary portal to the spiritual realm, the Eternal carved in the symbols that would allow you to put greater focus into directing the energy in the circle to attract the spirit’s energies before trapping it within its boundaries. From there, you would use the symbols that you painted on your skin to allow the magic around you to deconstruct the spirit’s current form into unbound electromagnetic particles, before reconstructing the matter into a more visible form. This flow of energy and change in the state of matter could only be achieved by physically placing your hands in the center of the circle. Using a mixture of your blood and the mother’s as a medium for the spirit to bind to so that there would not be such a large gap in the energy needed to activate the spell, it was finally complete.

It should have not have come as a surprise to her when she lost consciousness towards the end of the ritual. The raw power that connected her body to the earth felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her veins. The painted symbols became carvings as they dug into her body with searing pain as blood poured from the wounds. And though her body collapsed and she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, Kaet knew that she was successful. As she laid on the ground, two words belonged to a young man’s voice echoed in her ear.

“Thank you.”

And from a budding magical practitioner’s too soft heart, came forth the rawest and crudest form of one of the most innately unstable and powerful fields of magic- necromancy.

From that day, the symbols took permanent residence on your skin, along with the ability to see the dead that were tied to the physical world, unable to move on for whatever reason. And although you adored your newfound power, Druig made you promise to never commit such acts on your own ever again. The ancient witch was met with screams of panic from Sersi when she and Sephia ventured out in search for you after seeing that you had not been in your room that morning. The site of you lying in a pool of your own blood with unfamiliar symbols etched into your skin was haunting to say the least.

The risk of your husband staring at you with glaring disappointment and furious worry was one worth taking if it meant that he could finally allow himself to rest. It took years of careful preparation; painfully precise attention to detail and timing; and endless travels across the globe to scour for masters in various fields of magic that specialized in divination, transformation, and theology. After nearly 10 years, when the veils between the two worlds finally overlapped for magic to reach its peak- along with the aid provided by the appearance in the hare moon’s rarity (when the earth was in perfect alignment with the Sun and Moon)- you knew that there was no time better than now.

That night, you sent out your shadows to search for any souls from the same genocide that haunted her beloved, and if they were in a state of unrest. You handed the village’s Head Weaver a small leather bag filled with ebony wood beads strung together and red string. While you hated to keep secrets from Druig, you knew that he would be able to sense the shift in the energies that surrounded them if you were successful. When the preparations were finally completed and your oldest shadow informed you of the location of the ritual, you left the bracelet that the Weaver finished – enchanted with spell that would be activated the same time of the ritual – on your pillow of their bed as you laid a tender kiss on his brow before setting off with only Cerberus by your side.

When Druig rose from his slumber – still wrought with gunpowder and fire – he instinctually reached for his wife, only for his fingers to feel a smooth, rounded texture. Opening his eyes, he noticed that your pillow was cold, but showed signs being slept in from the previous night. While such a sight would cause a much more panicked reaction from the man, he was comforted by the small note that laid carefully next to his gift. Picking up the parchment, a sense of calm washed over Druig as he took in the notes of jasmine and myrrh that come from your natural parfum.

Contents of Letter Below it:

My dearest Beloved,

I am sure that my absence from our bed must have been a rather awful shock to you. Please know that I am more than well, and have only been informed of unusual occurrences full of malicious whispers and daunting sights. And as much as I adore our home and your company, you know more than anyone of how my curiosity cannot be satisfied with only rumors and tales. No, I decided that it would be best to see it with my very own eyes. And although it would bring me nothing but joy to have you by my side, I could not bear wake you from your slumber. Rest suits my love, and it has been decades since you have slept so fitfully. Your dreams have been a constant source of your misery, and I do believe that this area may hold some promise to show me of how to ease your mind.

Rest assured my darling that I have travelled alone in my endeavors, I would never be so careless as to travel so far from you without the company of our sweet boy. Do not dare tell another soul of this, but I believe that the trek will do our boy some good. He has grown very lazy as a result of your spoiling. Yes, your spoiling, Druig- all coddling of Cerbie has been solely enacted by you, and none whatsoever committed by me. Do not dare attempt to argue this matter with me, for I would deny it till my final breath (and you know how stubborn I can be).

What did you think of my gift? During one of my many wanderings in the woods surrounding our home, I spied a dying tree with jet-black lumber. It stood in solitude from its thicket, but that only made its splendor even more enchanting, so much so that it reminded me of you. I used one of its branches to make some wooden beads, and asked for some leather to bind them. Please make sure that you wear them at all times, as they’ll reveal a little secret that will be revealed to you on the night of the full moon that will be arriving soon.

All of my love for you and your heart,

Kaetlyn

Despite the overall lack of sleep over the years, all of Druig’s anxiety seemed to wash away at your thoughtfulness. The bracelet was very elegant in its simplicity, but he could tell that it was made to last for lifetimes. Placing it on his wrist, a blanket of subtle warmth washed over him as he admired the little symbols carved into the wood. Tracing his finger over the design, he certified them to match that were etched into his angel’s lovely form. He would recognize the markings anywhere; it would be shameful if he didn’t after spending hours tracing their outline with his tongue. The knowledge that the full moon’s rising would begin tomorrow, and last for around 2-3 days. Relieved that he would not be without the company of his love for very long, Druig prepared himself for another day in protecting the compound and the humans that reside within its boundaries.

After you managed to track down the location of the largest gathering of souls, you set off preparations for the ritual immediately. A ceremony of this magnitude would shift the energies between the two worlds for the rest of eternity, so it was imperative that there would be no mistakes. Sephia already had instructions of ensuring that pathways that followed the ley lines in her journey would remain clear of any natural obstacles. It seemed too perfect that the fall of such a grand civilization that met its end with war and genocide would be at the center of such innate hidden supernatural energy. Tracing the circle around the entire city, you sat at the top of the very same temple where she and Druig had last seen the others. As the time of the moon’s rising grew shorter, you could feel the power felt only like a whisper gradually grow into a rumbling growl. You could hear the spirits that surrounded her being pulled toward inside the circle.

Wrath

Grief

Betrayal

Woe

Pain- so much pain

But they would all be at peace in the end.

Before long, twilight passed and dusk had come and the stars glittered in the endless expanse of the darkness. But all had paled in comparison to the illustrious light of the moon. Every month during the full moon, you and your husband would spend the nights locked in each other’s embrace, frozen in their admiration of its ivory glow and taking in their heightened emotional energies.

You wondered it was natural to feel so much pleasure from the power that came from being bathed in the blood red rays that came from the rare eclipse. Cerberus watched in silent obedience, not daring to move in fear of disrupting his mother’s spell, and thus ruining all of her work.

As the moon’s shadow hit the circle, the outermost boundary began to glow. As the celestial body inched across the sky, the faint howls echoed until it ascended into a deafening roar. When the moon reached it apex – directly in the center of the circle – the symbols engraved to her skin glowed while the ground beneath her feet rumbled and sang as her body collapsed from the overwhelming pressure. You could faintly hear your beloved hound’s frantic barking in the distance, trying to scare away all and any threat that came to his mother and savior. But soon they lessened into panicked whimpers at the sight of the millions of forms that were appearing before his very eyes.

In a village far away, a certain brunette’s enchanted bracelet’s beads with identical scores began to hum and glow against the lily-petal pallor on his wrist.

Before the power could tear you apart, the moon passed the circle’s boundaries, and it borders and symbols no longer sang and glowed. And when you lifted yourself with as much strength she had, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over her your as tears streamed from your eyes from the overwhelming joy that flooded your heart.

“I’m sorry for the pain you’ve had to endure for so long, but I’m happy to tell you that it will not be for much longer.”

While normally Druig wouldn’t need to be so intensely involved in matters of the village, it allowed his mind distracted him from missing his wife enough to just through the day. In any case, the earthquake from last night frightened the residents of the compound with how close they were to winter. The days were getting shorter, and this meant that they needed to prepare for the harshness that would come for their crops, their families, and eventually their way of life. Multiple people came up to Druig to ask if last night’s earthquake was a sign of larger disaster brought by the gods. While he did his best to placate their concerns, the patience he had was wearing thin. Luckily Sephia managed to intercept their line of questioning before he would lose his temper, and he was able to take a short rest.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar barking in the distance that immediately caught his attention. Dashing out the hut he shared with you, he saw Cerberus sitting on his hind legs as his little tail wagged in glee and the little taps echoed in his ears.

“Cerberus,” he exclaimed in joy as he gathered the black Doberman in his arms, “where have you been? Where’s your mum?”

At the mention of his Mum, Cerberus immediately began tugging on his Da’s dark blue robe. While it wasn’t enough to cause any tear or inspire any panic, it did tell the man enough information to know that something or someone was coming- and it would be best that Druig gave his entire attention over it. Following his wife’s hound over to commune’s outermost edge, he was only met with the familiar chirps and song of the forest. A few minutes passed by and Cerberus remained still, as if he were just waiting for something great.

Suddenly, the fine hairs across Druig’s body stood up straight as an overwhelming presence of otherworldly beings began to approach close to where he and Cerberus stood. Sensing that they were no longer alone, the hound starting howling to the moon that hung above them. Running toward the strange energy, Druig watched in awed rapture at the figure that stood front center with familiar designs that glowed gold down their arms, leading the army of apparitions with a singular torch. Recognizing the haunting designs, Druig was engulfed in frozen wonder at the army that you managed to summon, and the control and strain your body had to endure to stage such a feat.

When the two ancient lovers reached one another, with only pockets of space between their bodies, Druig launched himself to embrace his angel. Gladly reciprocating the act, you made sure that the torch you were holding remained in the air as you let yourself be enveloped in the security of your husband’s arms while taking in the sweet smell of his sweat.

“I should have known that little rumble was from you,” he whispered while laying small and frequent kisses across her neck, “nothin’ you do can ever be done halfway, can it?”

“Never,” she whispered back, “are you ready for my surprise?”

You stepped aside so that her husband could truly understood what you had done. Although Druig was initially upset by the loss of warmth that came from you leaving his embrace, he stopped and stared at the sight ahead of him.

Hundreds of thousands of specters that held a pearly blue glow that went as far out as his eyes could take him. But instead of fear, Druig felt…warm, and strangely…at peace. Taking a step closer, he slowly reached out his hand as a way to ask for permission. The nearest spirit was that of a child, going no higher than his knee, eagerly taking his hand before a wide smile overtook his face.

“Hello Mister Druig, it has been so long.”

Eyes wide in shock, Druig turned his head to stare at his wife in disbelief.

It couldn’t be…it shouldn’t be possible. Then again, you always took the label “impossible” as just a simple label.

As Druig turned back to stare at vision before him, familiar faces that he thought were forever gone flooded his sight.

Before him were all the souls that were lost so young at the fall of Tenochtitlan over 10 years ago.

You did this…you brought them all back. As his body failed to support him in shock, all Druig could do was openly weep in joy at the knowledge that his love- his wonderful, incredible, truly magnificent marvel of a woman- risked everything so that these people could have just the slightest chance of closure and peace.

Taking your husband’s frame in your arms, you softly turned him until he could face you.

“Do you think there might be some space in our home for our guests, my dearest?” You asked with bright eyes and youthful mirth as you knew full-well his answer.

Druig could only let out a wet laugh – his tears hadn’t stopped, but he never felt so at peace and happy for so long.

“Kaet my darling,” he started, “nothing would give me more pleasure.”

500 Years Later

‘The Procession of the Dead had been a tale that has been passed down by the many indigenous tribes located in the Amazonian Rainforest for over twenty generations. They say that the first procession began as an act of mercy from Mictecacihuatl, who was known as the “lady of the dead.” Legends state that it was Mictecacihuatl who summoned the spirits of tormented souls, and led them on a journey across the Amazon rainforest so that the souls may find fulfillment and peace in order to move on to the afterlife. The earliest record of the procession stated that the procession began with a ritual of a cursed city, followed by a powerful earthquake. But it was granted by the Guardians of the Forest, as the trees and rocks cleared the path in order to make the journey easier for the merciful goddess. Although there have been multiple cases of alleged sightings of the legend even now, many of the tribes that still reside in the forest celebrate October 31st as the day where the dead would find peace in the physical world, before finally finding peace in their next life. It is for that reason that multiple towns in countries of South America will build a straw monument of Mictecacihuatl holding a burning torch, so that the spirits of the lost was make the journey for peace.’

A small boy with large aquamarine eyes and patiently sat in front of a large easel in his art room, gleefully listening to his favorite educational podcast. He loved to listen to the origins of how his birthday started out, even if he wasn’t there when it started.

“Hamish,” he heard his Da call out, “you wanna get ready so that we can make it to your Tio Phastos’ house in Chicago to meet with everyone! It’s rude for the birthday boy to arrive last!”

Making the finishing touches to the canvas, Hamish silently grabbed his Mimikyu costume from his bedpost before racing down the stairs. He couldn’t wait to show his Mami his painting when they got back tomorrow, she was going to love it!

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