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redrydersrequiem · 11 months ago

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)

The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.

Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.

Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.

Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.

Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.

Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.

During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.

He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.

It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.

You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt

“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”

You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.

“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”

You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you

“Ignore it”

You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.

Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.

First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.

A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.

“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show

“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”

Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.

‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.

“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count

“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly

“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”

Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more

Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.

They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving

The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”

“The phantom?”

“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?

“No?”

She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details

“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.

“Why?”

No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.

Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak

One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?

“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.

Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”

“My teacher?”

Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.

You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.

You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you

“(Y/n)?”

“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly

“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”

“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.

Phantoms pov

There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.

#druig x reader #druig imagine #druig smut #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig fanfiction #eternals #eternals x reader #eternals fanfiction #sersi eternals #ikaris x reader #makkari #phantom of the opera

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upon-a-starry-night · 2 years ago

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Never Lost Pt2

Drukkari x female reader

College Au

Summary: You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?

Pt1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry” you signed again

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

“what year are you?” she questioned

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

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

“oh wow, I’m sorry”

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

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

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

“that’s pretty cool” she nodded in agreement

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

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

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

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

You quickly typed out a response

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

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

Y/n: Have you eaten breakfast?

The reply was almost instant

Makkari: No?

Y/n: are you allergic to anything?

Makkari: Ni

Makkari: No*

Y/n: kay

Makkari: ??

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

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

“You better not be a picky eater” you joked

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

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

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

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

“Yes”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pt3.

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hepbaestus · 2 years ago

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Hi i just found out about your drukkari post and wonder where i can find and read it? Im very interested in the plot. Thanks (о´∀`о)

I-

Ooo boy. I feel bad.

I wish I could tell you but it's currently deep within my drafts and very unfinished.

I have been adding stuff to it but I've kinda lost passion for it. I might post it unfinished but with the draft "notes" of what I'd planned to write.

I'll try and finish it but I'm not gonna make any promises.

#drukkari x gn reader #drukkari x male reader #drukkari x reader #drukkari #makkari x female reader #makkari x male reader #makkari x gn reader #druig #makkari #druig x makkari

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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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DRUIG

OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

THE LOML

I MISS MY ETERNALS PHASE 😭

day six: baby, it's cold outside

pairing: druig x reader

word count: 661

notes: and here's day six! personally, i don't mind this song that much, and this prompt was cute and flirtatious to me. as always, reblogs, comments, or asks are highly recommended, and likes are appreciated. enjoy <3

it was near the end sersi and dane’s annual christmas party, and you were getting bundled up and ready to head back outside. it had begun to snow about halfway through the party, and by now, it was really coming down. it wasn’t ideal weather to travel in, but you had no choice.

“leaving already?”

you looked up and druig, the man you’d been talking to most of the night, was leaning in the doorframe, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips.

“oh yes,” you said. “i don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“pretty cold out there though, isn’t it?” he asked, making his way over.

“it is, but it’ll only get worse if i stay longer,” you said. he joined you by the front door, then leaned against the arm of the couch that was nearby. you could feel your cheeks warm slightly, but you chalked it up to being bundled up in the warm house.

“just being by the door made your hands all cold, like ice,” he said, reaching forward and taking one of your hands gently. and he was right, your hands were cold. nothing a glove couldn’t fix.

“well, uh, if i don’t get back soon, my roommate might start to worry,” you said, your voice soft.

“gorgeous, i really don’t see a reason to hurry,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. you could feel your heart pound in your chest, and he was much closer now than you realized.

“well, you haven’t met her,” you said, laughing a bit.

“i’m sure she wouldn’t mind you staying a bit longer. it’s not exactly good traveling weather, is it?” he asked, looking down at you. the way his blue eyes sparkled with a playful mischief was enticing. maybe you did want to stay a little longer. there was no harm in that, right?

“i’m just worried she might start to overthink and panic…” you said.

“you could always give her a call. i mean, look at all the snow. you shouldn’t be out in that,” he said, and you glanced behind you. it did seem to be blowing up a bit more, and staying inside felt like it would be much better…

“i suppose i could stay a bit longer. what’s one more drink?” you asked, and he smiled a bit.

“come on, take off your coat. it’s not a problem if you stay a bit longer, honest,” he said, and you nodded. carefully, you removed your hat and coat, and he took them both from you gently.

“i think i’ll take your advice and give her a call, so she doesn’t worry,” you said.

“good idea. i’ll go get you another drink. will hot chocolate work fine? it’ll warm up your hands,” he said.

“that would be great. thank you.” you smiled as he went into the kitchen. you took your phone from your pocket and dialed your roommate’s number, and she was quick to answer.

“oh my god, where are you?” she asked.

“i’m still at sersi’s. thought i’d stay a bit longer,” you said, peeking into the kitchen. Druig gave you a little wave, and you returned it with a smile.

“i dunno, i think you should head back. it’s only gonna get worse out there the more the night goes on.”

“yeah … but it’s cold outside. and it’s nice and warm inside.”

“mhm, sure. i still think you should come back.”

“and wouldn’t you feel bad if i got pneumonia and died out there?”

“don’t be so dramatic!”

druig returned moments later with your drink, and you accepted it with one hand and a smile. the warm mug was like heaven against your hand, and his eyes were so kind.

“don’t worry about me, i’ll be just fine,” you said, and before she could argue, you hung up and slid your phone into your pocket.

“glad i decided to stay,” you said softly.

“well, i did warn you. baby, it’s cold outside.”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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CATFA: Part Two

Pairing: Ikaris x Female!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon violence, language, and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

After five hundred years spent with the Eternals, the war with the deviants is put to an end. The team has split up in trying to take care of the last remaining deviants. You're in Mexico City watching the fall of the Aztec Empire. The past five hundred years have been amazing with Ikaris despite the constant threat of war over your heads.

"Where are the others?" Ajak asks.

"We had to split up," Makkari signs.

She's been teaching you Sign Language over the past five hundred years, and you've been fluent for the past four. You've mastered a lot of languages over those four years that you've been grateful to know.

There were more Deviants than you said," Thena says.

"Once the others kill these last Deviants, we will have eliminated them all from the planet."

You look back at the war happening. Everyone is fighting each other to the death because one side wants to be proven right while the other side is fighting to show them that they aren't. Druig has the power to mind control and he is about to mind control everyone to calm down, but Ajak prevents him from doing so.

"Don't. We don't interfere in their wars."

"This isn't war. It's genocide. Their weapons have become too deadly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea helping them advance, Phastos," Druig accuses.

"Technology is a part of their evolutionary process, Druig. It's not exactly something that I can stop."

"No, you can't, but I can."

"Stay strong," Makkari signs.

You look back at the others when you notice something wrong with Thena. Gold lines shine over her face and her eyes gloss over in a milky white.

"It's too late," she mutters. "Everyone is going to die."

"Thena?"

Thena creates a gold sword from her powers but before she can hurt Sersi, Makkari rushes her away with her super speed.

"Thena? Thena, no!" you yell.

She stabs Phastos in the stomach, but Makkari moves him out of the way so that she only grazes her. You use your air powers to blast Thena away, but it doesn't work as much as you hoped it would. She tosses her sword at you, and it lodges itself in your shoulder. You cry out in pain and fall to the ground as Makkari rushes her away. Thena creates another sword and stabs Makkari in the gut, causing the both of them to crash to the ground. Thena stands up and swings her sword, but Ajak stands in the way so that the tip of her sword goes through her hand. It doesn't seem to affect Ajak, so Thena retracts her sword just as Ajak uses her powers. She holds her hand out with gold circles and lines connecting all of her fingers, and it seems to calm Thena down to where her eyes go back to their normal color.

"Don't listen to your head, Thena. Listen to my voice. You are safe. You are loved. You're our Thena."

Thena's eyes turn stark white again, and she creates more magical swords and shields to fight Ajak. She pushes Ajak away, spins a full circle, and stabs Ajak in the stomach with her sword from behind. Gilgamesh is quick to respond, and he wraps his arms around Thena from behind to stop her.

"Hey, Thena! Hey! Stop, stop, stop!"

Thena breaks away from Gilgamesh and fights him with the intent to kill. You know this is a situation better handled internally than with you getting involved, so you tend to your own wounds. Ajak starts to heal Makkari who is grateful for her help. Ikaris comes back from killing deviants on his side of the world, but he doesn't rush to you immediately.

He looks to his right and sees Sersi who is also injured from Thena and Gilgamesh fighting. It takes him two seconds to decide who to run to and it's you. It's only two seconds but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you wince and let your powers heal you slowly.

"Thena, please. Come back to us."

Thena isn't relenting, so Gilgamesh uses his powers and strikes Thena in the head, causing her to go unconscious. Ajak doesn't want to do this in the middle of the forest where anyone can walk up and see them, so she takes everyone into the sacred temple way above where everyone else is fighting. Thena is laid on the stone table in the middle of the room, but she doesn't wake up right away.

"I thought Mahd Wy'ry was a myth," Sersi sighs.

"What's Mahd Wy'ry?" you ask.

"It's what humans call PTSD or even dementia," Ajak explains. "It only seems to affect Eternals."

"There is no cure so no one talks about it," Phastos shrugs.

Thena gasps awake and looks at everyone in fear and confusion.

"What happened?"

"You attacked everyone. You wounded Sersi, Phastos, Y/N, and you nearly killed Makkari."

"I don't remember."

"You have Mahd Wy'ry. Your mind is fracturing under the weight of your memories. All I can do is erase them so you can start over. I will have to inform Arishem and take you back to the ship where we have the technology to help you."

Apparently, Arishem is their boss. They go to this otherworldly being for instruction and order. He's the one who put them on Earth, and only he can say when they get to leave.

"But she won't be Thena anymore," Makkari signs.

"What if it happens again? She could've killed you. She could have killed all of us."

"Please. Please, I... I want to remember. I want to remember my life." Thena whimpers.

"Thena, I love you, but listen to me. It's not important if you remember or not. Your spirit will remain. You will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me."

"Why should she trust you? You're asking her to let you erase who she is," Druig speaks up.

You stand off to the side and let them hash this out since this seems like an Eternal problem. You'd only make things worse if you were to add your input.

"Druig, I know you're upset, but--"

"Upset?!" he yells at her. "We've trusted you for seven thousand years, and look where you've gotten us. I've watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat. Do you know what that does to someone after centuries? Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world? We're just like the soldiers down there. Pawns to their leaders. Blinded by loyalty. It ends now."

Druig turns to the battle happening down below and uses his powers on the soldiers. Immediately, they stop fighting and look at Druig with the same colored eyes as his powers. Ikaris yanks Druig back and slams him against the wall in anger.

"Let them go."

"You're gonna have to make me," he smirks. Ajak pulls Ikaris away to deal with Druig on her own, and Ikaris rejoins your side. "If you wanna stop me, you're gonna have to kill me."

He gives her two seconds to respond, and when she doesn't, he turns and leaves the group. He's going to go off on his own and prosper with the soldiers he's taken hostage.

"I'll watch over Thena," Gilgamesh offers. "Let her keep her memories."

"One day, when she attacks you, you might have to kill her."

"We'll take that chance."

Thena looks down emotionally at the compassion and kindness her friend gives her.

"You may all go. The Deviants are gone. There is no reason for you to stay with me."

"Shouldn't you ask Arishem first? We're a team, we should stay together," Ikaris says.

"I didn't ask you for your advice, Ikaris. Do not forget your place. This is where we say goodbye. You are free to go. I want you to go out there and live a life for yourselves. Find your own purpose, and one day, when we see each other again, I want you to tell me what you found."

With no one tethering you to the other Eternals, you and Ikaris are free to live your life as a couple rather than fighting comrades. It's been fun fighting alongside them, but you're ready to live your life with Ikaris. It took some time to get used to this new life, but you two adapted quickly.

It would be perfect if there wasn't one thing constantly on your mind, always poking at you to make sure you know it's there.

Ikaris and Sersi were in a relationship for five thousand years before he met you, and that kind of time with someone will always stick around no matter how much you declare you're moving on. You didn't see it at first, but Ikaris always chose places to live that were near Sersi. He didn't live right next door to her, but he made sure to always be close enough in case she needed him.

It got to a point where it started affecting your relationship with him. You tried to ignore it for the first few centuries, but it came to a point where you needed to either get out or become a slave to his charm. Ikaris is charming and gorgeous but he's manipulating you without even knowing it. He doesn't mean to do it, but his soulmate is Sersi, and it's time you find yours.

"Ikaris, can we talk?"

Ikaris knows this conversation is coming, he just refuses to believe it's here. He loves you, but he's in love with Sersi.

"I know what you're going to say."

"Then you know it's the right decision. I know you love me and I love you, but you're still in love with Sersi. She's great and another Eternal. I won't live forever, but you two will. It's best if we go our separate ways."

"I'm sorry. I never meant for things to end up like this."

"It's okay. I promise."

With that, you left to go find your soulmate. It's been nine hundred years since you first came to Earth, and you've been to virtually every corner of this planet. New York City will always have a place in your heart, so that's where you go. Technology had evolved immensely since the 1500s, but New York in the 1930s is something you wish everyone can experience. The 20s were truly a gem, and experiencing that by yourself was enlightening.

This is the first time in centuries that you don't have a plan. You can be whoever you want to be, live wherever you want to live, and do whatever you want to do. Maybe you'll open a clothing business and restart that passion of yours. New York may not rely on you to survive, but you could help a lot of people.

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trans-elrond · 2 years ago

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one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

tagged by @firstelevens thank you! <3

tagging @aadmelioraa @wildwren @brynnmclean @elrondsscribe @misterghost @murraybaeman

crushed by the wheel and reshaped by the gear (elrond x adar)

Rare it was for Elves to come this way in these days, but much had fallen on this land that did not normally occur, and Elrond supposed they must already knew he had come here for the Southlanders.

surrendered at the start of the game (elendil x míriel x valandil)

She turns as he approaches, something glittering in her eyes, and he bows, relying entirely on instincts to keep him afloat. “Your majesty,” he murmurs, and keeps his head bowed even as he straightens back up.

where nature unmakes the boundary (elrond x durin)

“Oh, enough with the fancy words,” Durin scoffs, and Elrond’s heart lightens; things cannot be too terrible if Durin is still getting prickly in response to attempts at Elven diplomatic address. “For once in your life just say something simple, Elrond, simple and honest.”

take my hand, wreck my plans (eddie x steve x reader)

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says after a long moment. “You are putting way too much blame on yourself.”

“Who else,” you say, words grating like nails on a chalkboard—you hate saying it out loud, especially to him, when you wanted so very badly to impress him. “Who else can I blame.”

He sits back, raises his eyebrows, and holds up his hand to count off. “Your shitty parents. Your shitty teachers. Your shitty friends. Your shitty boss and your shitty coworkers. And, yes, the fucking rest of the world. You said it yourself you never had any examples of a different kind of life. So everyone around you failed you because you should’ve had that.”

love should make you feel good (abner x reader)

For now you rest your head against his and tell yourself to breathe it all in and commit to memory how good it is. How lucky and happy you are. How every inhale and exhale is easy and gentle and good, and how you ask for nothing more than this—the space to exist quietly, you and your love, while a storm rages far away.

where does such tenderness come from (murdoc x reader)

So you try to brush it off and only occasionally indulge in snatches of daydream scenarios where he comes back to you, your name sweet on his lips, and tells you some great secret of his—something that could unravel his life like the secret of your name could unravel yours, equally sharp knives held at each other’s throats. Trust or blackmail—does it really matter which it is as long as the result is the same? You handed each other the knives willingly. Mutually assured destruction.

for all your suffering by night, you are not separate from me (druig x makkari x ikaris)

Makkari took a second before signing, You once left us too. Druig started to interrupt, but Makkari shushed him with a wave of her hand. I know it wasn’t the same situation. You had good reason. But do you remember how alone you felt at first? How terrible? Ikaris is lost. He will stay lost forever unless someone finds him.

let the sign given lead (elendil x original female character)

He cannot bear to look at the brand as it nears; instead he looks down at her. Her veil is translucent, but in the dark he cannot make out her features. The poker reaches close enough to burn the hair on his chest; he feels the heat on his skin, and clenches his teeth so he will not cry out.

At the very last moment before it makes contact she twists her wrist; only the straight edge meets his skin; he grunts but does not cry out, and she pulls back as he breathes heavily through his nose.

She drops the brand to the ground; it clatters on the stone. “It is a test,” she says softly, “and it is done. You have passed.”

you're all i taste [at night inside of my mouth] (kieren x simon)

Ever since coming back from the dead and everything that followed, ever since kissing Simon—not too far from right here, actually—the notion of candlelit dinners and starry-eyed promises is unappealing, not that they can eat real food anyway. Mostly he dreams of a simple, quiet life with someone he cares for. Doing no harm, only getting into the safest kinds of trouble. No grand gestures but the grand gesture of a small infinity together. No roses but the ones growing in a shared garden plot, maintained by the toil of two sets of hands.

look down on this city thinking (should i have loved you more) (abner x reader)

so where to begin? and how?

just that there is something like a miracle to it, and you know it deep in your gut and it burns you and it frees you: that there is a moment, there is a world, there is an infinity, where hell itself gives up its dead, where you stumble home across your own threshold after ten lost years, falling into the arms of the one you love who against all odds is still here, still here, still here.

#firstelevens #my fic

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imagine-it · 2 years ago

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“A GOOD NIGHT WITH A GOOD BOY”

SYNOPSIS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kiss Me." He insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imagining the two of you as one.

"Enter my mind, Druig."

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

"You liked it?"

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

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

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

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

"You want more?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, the impatient was you.

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

"Sit down." One more order.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do that."

And at that moment, something snapped in his head.

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

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

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

"On all fours." You complied right away.

At this point, the roles were switched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your world would crumble without him.

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

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

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Druig Masterlist

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

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

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

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

Calling - Fluff and a hint of smut

Don't Let Me Go = Angst and Fluff

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

Soothe = Angst and Fluff

Take the Leap = Mostly Fluff

Milo = Angst

NSFW:

Goddess

Speechless

Ignite

Blossom

Dandelion Wine Series 🌼

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder Series

Sparrow Series

Paradise 🌺 Series

Darling Astrid Series

Light My Love 🌌 (OG Series)

Druig, Clío and Melody Series 🌹

A Longing Heart - Angst and Fluff

Beautiful Soul - Angst and Fluff

Boo! - Fluff

Burden - Angst

Decompress - Angst and Fluff

Defender - Angst and Fluff

Healer - Mostly angst with a hint of fluff

Just You - Mostly Angst with Fluff in the end

Kaleidoscope Eyes - Fluff

One on One - Mostly Angst but with Fluff

Only For You - Angst and Fluff mixed together

Shining Armor - Fluff

You? A Bore? - Angst and Fluff

Will You? -Angst with Mostly Fluff

Tangled - Smut (18+)

Soft - fluff

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

Tagging: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @charlie-heatons-whxre @steve-harringtons-slut @heartofwritiing @vinvantae @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin @basicrese

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peterparkersnose · 3 years ago

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Dad!Druig Headcanons

druig x reader

druig x mother!reader

Druig is absolutely in love with your daughter when she’s born

He didn’t think he could ever love anything as much as her, besides you

Druig wrapping her in a dark red blanket that is too long and trails behind him as he walks around the house with the baby

You two come to name her Gaia, after her almost immediate love for the earth and nature

He is always the first one up with her when she cries at night

You find your husband walking through your gardens at night showing your daughter all of the plants to try to soothe her

Phastos teaching Druig how to change a diaper

Family picnics in a field

Druig making and placing a grass crown on her small head

The giggles Gaia makes from the tickling sensation on her head from the grass

Gaia crawling around just to grab the grass with her small hands

Auntie Sersi

Druig reading Gaia’s mind whenever she cried so he could help take care of whatever she needed faster

Gaia’s face getting dirty with all types of berries after a snack, and discovering her father also had the matching mess on his face

“Why are you laughing at me? What is it?”

Gaia joining in laughing at Druig even though she has no clue what’s happening

Druig always protecting his girls

He always feels more comfortable when Gaia’s cradle is in your bedroom for the night

Druig falling asleep with Gaia on his chest

Gaia’s first words

“Come on! Say mama,”

“She’s gonna say dad first. I can feel it.”

Of course, she said dada first

You cooking with Gaia strapped to your chest

You sneaking Gaia extra small chopped up vegetables as you add them to the food

Druig coming up from behind you and wrapping his arms around you and Gaia on your chest, resting his head in the crook of your neck

Having a set of on call babysitters

Maybe minus Thena

But Thena is Gaia’s favorite Auntie (Don’t tell Sersi)

Sprite creating illusions for her and playing best with Gaia out of all of the eternals

When the Deviants return, Druig sends you two off to a secluded island

It hurts him so badly leaving you there, but his main motivation was to save you two

He was gone for three months

There was never a moment that Druig didn’t spend thinking about you two

He missed Gaia’s first steps

It broke your heart when she would keep asking for him

“Dada?”

You would just hold her tiny body against yours trying not to cry, just hoping Druig was safe

Gaia would struggle sleeping on this island

She usually needed a walking around the house and a song from her dad to fall asleep

Druig would never admit to you that he ever actually sang to her, but you would hear his slight hums from down the hallway

When he returned you and Gaia were playing on the beaches.

You scooped her up and ran to him, getting your feet wet in the water

You held Gaia as you kissed your husband, she grabbed a handful of Druig’s hair and started pulling.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow,”

You all sat together one last time on the island, feeling whole once again watching the sun set

You were holding Gaia’s tiny hands as she marched around the beach, attempting to walk far enough to her father

She almost made it, falling at Druig’s feet

He picked her up and showered her with small kisses all over her face

“Daddy missed you, baby.”

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lipstickbisous · 3 years ago

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drifting : pt. 1

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: occasionally, he lets himself slip back into the bigger picture.

warnings: eternals spoilers, angst (bittersweet), druig seems dick-ish but he's not, mentions of abandonment, short story vibes, not edited!, no smut in this one, 18+

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i've seen eternals 3 times and i'm in love with druig. here is some bittersweet love with a touch of smut. the second part will be out soon!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagiarize or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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Occasionally, he lets himself slip back into the bigger picture.

When he does, it's frightening. He'd grown accustomed to the society he had created, the one with completely different standards and restrictions. There were no rumbling trains passing by his bedroom window, no filtered voices through a radio, no clanking from the streets down below.

In this tangled jungle, there were no streets, no trains, no radios, and much to his dismay, no you.

This was the life he had chosen. He was proud of the people he'd raised, the community he'd grown. Over the centuries, he's watched the human race continue their wars. He'd heard of the enslavement of some, the massacres of others. He was grateful for the safety he was able to give for his people.

Druig didn't view himself as a God, but he certainly was in power. He'd experienced everything there was to human life - from birth (he'd even helped with a few) to death - and had grown admirable of it. He was appreciative for the flawed ways of humans.

However, there was always something that stung a little more than he would've preferred.

He'd watched them fall in and out of love. He'd seen them cry for love, beg for love, and even die for love. He'd witnessed the pain and thrill of it. And always, was he reminded of you.

Brooklyn. 1944.

He'd told them that this was a quick trip. It was usual for him to sporadically leave for a month or two, and while no one had ever been told about you, a few of the villagers suspected their leader had put his heart in someone else's hands.

It was quick trip, that's all. He reminded himself repeatedly on his journey. He would visit just to see you despite how much he hated the modern world. Anything was worth it for you. Fortunately, mind control was helpful when traveling through South America, sailing across the Atlantic Ocean, and passing by sets of Islands until he could see in the horizon the figure of a woman.

She was a reminder of how long it had been since he'd seen you.

It had been long before there were skyscrapers and automobiles passing through the streets. You never stayed in one place for too long - in your case, more than thirty years - but he'd remembered your last conversation in Paris.

"America is thriving, Druig," you smiled, playing with the buttons on his shirt. One had been loose, just hanging by a thread, and you'd promised to sew it back for him. "I'd love to see it, anyway."

Outside your open windows lived the nightlife of Paris. The streetlamps had been lit for hours at the very least, the flames glimmering and twitching in the darkness. Couples walked the streets below, arms in arm and hands in hand. If you listened closely, you could hear their conversations of love. With Druig's heart beating directly under your ear, nothing else could have been more perfect in that moment.

He hummed in amusement. You were curled under his arm, head on his chest and his thumb rubbed over your shoulder. "Why would you want to leave 'the city of love'?" Druig mocked you. You had always been a romantic.

Besides, if there was a man going around by the name 'Captain America', he was sure you had something to do with it.

Stepping off of the docks, Druig did his best to adapt to the smells of the city. There was a rotting scent coming from a random direction, an odor of wet stray dogs and their food from garbage cans followed him into the streets, and then an aroma of what Druig sensed was cold vegetable soup and stale bread.

With a bag swung over his shoulder - the villagers back in the forest had slipped in some goods, which consisted of handmade clay pottery, because while they didn't know who, they knew their leader was visiting someone - Druig began to push his way through the crowded city.

Fashion had dramatically changed...was that a woman's ankle? A man wore a jacket made from the same material as potato sack, and a boy's shoes had holes in the front. There were the occasional men dressed in pinstripe suits with shiny suitcases, but they did their best to refrain from making contact with anyone else as much as possible. It disgusted Druig. He admired humans but they could tear each other apart in a way that he hated.

He already missed the people of his village, but anything was worth you.

You had been living in a small tenant. The windows were dirty with old rainwater and smoke, and the door to the lobby had a broken lock. Druig would've been worried but he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself.

He imagined how he would find you. Would you be sorting through a book or gliding through the kitchen? Did you still have the little origami swan he'd made for you all those years ago sitting on your shelf? Most importantly, was there anyone else you shared your bed with? Your heart?

Only when he appeared at your door, knocking twice on the wood, he didn't hear you shuffling inside to open it.

It was silent. And that scared him.

But then there were footsteps behind him - light and airy, he knew exactly who they belonged to. There was a pause, a comfortable shift of silence in the air as you stood a foot away with your groceries in hand. The dress you wore was pretty, but you were always prettier.

Blue eyes against yours. The thinker and the fighter. Before he could even speak, you smiled, "Would you like to come in?"

Your voice was still sweet and welcoming. It was home. He followed through your door, invited with the smell of cinnamon. It was refreshing from the stench of the city. Your kitchen was small, and the dining room wasn't much of a room but more of a single table with two chairs near a window. In front of the fireplace sat one long couch accompanied by an old armchair he recognized from Paris.

On your table sat a small vase of peonies. A few were gray and practically dust, but others were vibrantly alive. You set your three bags of groceries on the counter. "I can make you something if you'd like." So sweet.

"I don't need anything," Druig said thoughtfully. He put his hand over yours and rubbed your thumb. "I know I said I'd be back sooner-"

"10 years sooner," you corrected him. It was true; Druig had made an oath in Paris that he would see you again, so you were surprised to have waited a decade later than he'd promised. You weren't cross or aggrieved, but you were right to be at least a little upset.

Druig's heart broke at the thought of you being alone, knowing that sometimes you could let your thoughts get the best of you if there wasn't someone else to aid you. "We were having complications at the village," it was your turn to rub his hand in comfort. You knew how the first war would affect him.

"It's okay, Dru," you smiled, kissing his chin. How he missed your lips on him, he'd never be able to explain it.

He pressed his forehead to yours. Both of your eyes closed as the moment enveloped you. Even the sounds of the city outside began to drown out. When he opened his eyes, Druig glanced to a stack of papers scattered over your counter. You weren't one for clutter. "Looks like you really do need me," he joked, and you smiled. With a nod of consent, you turned to the groceries as he flipped through your mail.

"Jane B. Acklam, from St Bartholomew's Hospital...in London," Druig laughed impressively. "You're famous, aren't you?"

"That would be Kingo," you take the letter from his hand and looked over the address. "I was a nurse for them in 1915," Druig's heart clenched when he noticed the sadness taking over your tone. In your eyes he could see everything. You admired humans as much as he did. "I suppose they want me back."

Druig wanted to comfort you and wipe away any memories of a battlefield, but he took your sudden smile as a sign to change the subject. There was an envelope on your counter that had been ripped open and inside was a letter. "Well, look at you," he teased, watching as you playfully rolled your eyes. "An admirer?"

He couldn't understand much of the scribbled writing, but there were a few words he could make out. "Love", "see you again", "after the war, we can go dancing", and "With love, Steve".

"He'll get over it," you smiled fondly of the Captain, but he wasn't truly yours. "Besides, I've got someone else to keep me happy."

Druig discarded the letter, and smirked. "I wonder..." his fingers tilted your chin so your lips angled perfectly with his. You only met gently, just barely brushing against each other. It was serene and intimate. "Beautiful, beautiful (y/n). I missed you."

Cheeks turned red. Your eyes began to open again but his remained close. He was taking his time to remember this moment, because all of those centuries ago, he promised you one thing.

Down your knees fell, skin scuffing from the rough stones below you. You could your bones shake. He was walking away, taking your whole world with him. "Druig!" You screamed after him. Your voice was shattered, the same as your heart.

He didn't even turn to look at you. His footsteps on the stairs halted. The entire city was covered with those of golden eyes. They all faced you both, watching as your lover slowly abandoned you. From behind you, Ikaris held his arms against his family attempting to rush to aid you and to convince Druig to come back home.

"Druig, please," you refused to let yourself cry. Not in front of him and not under these circumstances. "You can't leave."

You could've sworn you heard him laugh. "And you can't come with me," he spoke without even turning to face you. The moment was raw and unbearable, and never in your life had you done anything to deserve this. Even Druig knew that. So why was he tearing you apart? "You don't work without them, (y/n). You're their pawn, and I can't fit in with that."

Down your heart fell, millions of pieces left there in Tenochtitlan, even to this day.

Kneeled over so your forehead touched the stone steps, he finally turned and met your eyes. "Beautiful, (y/n)," he cooed, taking your chin into his hands. He had never abandoned you before. Your time on earth had been spent with him, not a moment alone. The thought of the years to come and spending them by yourself was frightening. "I'm sorry to leave you."

Somewhere along time, you'd learned to move on without the lost pieces of your heart. You healed, and when he returned back to you a century later, you forgave him--not as easily as he would've preferred, though.

"Have you missed me?" his voice brought you back to the sweet reality where you both rested in each other's arms.

Druig's eyes were desperate. Even if he knew the truth, he would still dig deep to find it. He always had to know. But he suddenly felt stupid for even asking; the smile on your face confirmed it. "You should stay," you murmured, "and never leave again."

He chuckled so deep that it shook your bones, wrapping his hands around your waist and hips so there were goosebumps forming on your skin. "You know I wish I could, love," You let yourself turn to putty in his hands as he lifted you onto your small counter top. With your dress riding up your thighs, there was a shock of coolness against your skin. Druig liked the way you smiled.

Kisses were left on your neck. "My beautiful (y/n)," slowly, you began to melt. "Let me love you."

He would leave again. Only once had he done it in quiet and when he'd returned years later, you wouldn't talk to him for days. From then on, he would wake you up or kiss you goodbye. Somehow, leaving had become a chore for Druig, something like a daily routine. It still hurt to watch your figure fade away as the distance between you increased.

With fingers brushing through his hair, Druig found it even harder to leave your side. He tried to think of the people of his village, how they needed their leader and his protection, but he wasn't an idiot. They were well-trained to handle themselves. Currently, the universe was pointing in the direction of you, and who was he to disobey?

Oh, right. He thought to himself.

"My love," he whispered into your temple, hoping it would pass through your skull and to your brain. Maybe then you'd be able to stop your affection and doting and he'd be able to leave. Even if he didn't want to.

And you were left wondering why. Why couldn't Druig stay? Was it so hard to stay by your side? Ikaris and Sersei had managed to love each other for centuries, and even if they had their troubles, that's all you asked for with Druig.

Your forehead touched his chest. "No. I can't." And you couldn't. There wasn't a single muscle or bone in your body that would let you let him go.

Druig felt the same and it only made it hurt more. It'd been two months since he'd stepped foot on the docks of New York, since he'd read that letter on your counter, since he'd lied in your bed for the first time in years. Druig was spoiling himself by staying with you for this long.

"I know you can," you could feel him turn cold and bitter again. "You've done it before."

"Don't make me do it again," you tried to sound strong but it was hard when he was tearing apart your soul. "I shouldn't have to be prepared for you to leave."

Druig looked away. You heart broke. "Why not? You'd think you'd be used to it by now." He clasped his hands in yours. Did he want you or not? He was making it impossible to tell.

You weren't sure what he'd said next, you'd stopped listening. But you were well-aware of his arms pushing yours away from him, of his lips leaving a delicate kiss on your lips that you didn't return. You were aware of the lack of his presence once he left your home and you could feel him drifting away.

a/n: i'm gonna start putting author's notes on the bottom here! well, i know it wasn't exactly heartbreaking but it's heart-wrenching. and there will be a part two soon!

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upon-a-starry-night · 2 years ago

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Drukkari Masterlist

Request/asks are open!

Main Masterlist

🌶= Spicy times

Series:

☆Never Lost~ College Au ~Ongoing

You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?

One Shots:

N/A

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druigsl-vr · 3 years ago

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YN: I only have two moods

YN: *turns to Ikaris*

YN: Fuck you

YN: *turns to Druig*

YN: Fuck me

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accioprozac · 3 years ago

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Eternal Love - Part 1

pairing: druig x makkari x female reader

summary: reader wants to help fight the bad guys but she’s kind of clumsy so Makkari and Druig are worrying about her 24/7 because their S/O is a well intentioned idiot.

word count: 895

author note: this is definitely going to have more parts! next chapter makkari is going to be added into the mix :)

Druig had never been an open book, but after 3 years of dating, he had opened up to you. You had been shocked, to say the least, but it was nothing compared to what you felt now, and you were sure Druig felt ten times worse. You could tell he was upset from the clenching of his jaw and his knit together brows.

You were leaning against a wall in the corner, silently observing. You could tell that the man with the Scottish accent didn’t appear to like Druig very much. Ikaris, you believed his name was, barely shifted his gaze away from Sersi, but surprisingly, the younger girl, Sprite, had her eyes fixed on him. What an interesting dynamic, you pondered silently. You prided yourself in being incredibly observant, able to pick up on small details that others would miss.

Sersi was pleading for Druig to join them, but he looked unaffected, and you could tell that he had already made up his mind. “I’m sorry Sersi, I really am… But I have a life here,” he said quietly, his eyes flickering towards you.

“Actually, I think you should go with them,” you said, surprising yourself. Druig looked at you in shock, a hurt expression flashing across his face before closing off. He stalked over to you and grabbed your hand, motioning towards the doors.

When you were outside, away from the prying eyes of his friends, he turned to face you before speaking in a whisper, “I’ve put that part of my life behind me, you know that. The only thing I want is to have a life, with you.”

You sighed wearily, “I want a life with you too, that’s why you have to do this. Who knows how long we’ll have until this Emergence thing happens. Days, weeks, months.. It’s not enough, I want to have our entire life together.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and he leaned into it, closing his eyes slightly. After a few minutes, he pulled away, nodding.

He went to tell the others but you stayed outside, watching the village. He had created an entirely new life here. A little slice of utopia away from the real world and its problems of greed, starvation, war, and poverty. Part of you wished you could run away with him, protect him, but you knew you couldn’t. Your train of thought were cut off when you heard an inhuman scream in the distance.

The events that followed were a blur, Druig had all but locked you in one of the many buildings with the orders to “stay put.” He had kissed your cheek before running off, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you listened to his friends being slaughtered.

You could hear yelling from outside and you were restless, hopping from foot to foot. How could you hide like a coward while the Eternals put their lives on the line? Even Kingo’s valet was out there, part of the action, or at least filming it.

Making up your mind, you unlocked the door and crept out. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you were terrified that those things could hear it.

The young girl, Sprite, had been flung to the ground by the Deviant creature. It advanced, readying it’s tentacle like appendages to strike. Picking up a rock from the ground, you chucked it at the Deviant’s head, hoping to buy her some time. It missed, quite horribly, but it served to catch the creature’s attention and it turned towards you, giving Sprite a chance to scramble up. The thing narrowed it’s eyes into slits and you ran, but you were no match for it’s speed.

It pounced on you, causing you to screamed in terror, trying to wriggle from it’s grasp when suddenly, a ball of light hit its side, flinging it off you and into a wall.

Kingo, the movie star, offered you a hand and you took it, shaking. “Thank you so much,” you choked out, reeling from your near death experience. You could still smell the thing’s rancid breath.

“Anytime,” he said, looking off into the distance. When you followed his gaze, you saw his valet filming, giving him a thumbs up. “I am an Eternal, a protector of mankind. I was just doing my job.” Lowering his voice to a conspiratory whisper, he leaned in slightly, “Plus, Druig would murder me if you died.”

The monster roared angrily in the distance, brushing itself off, “And that’s my cue,” he sighed.

After the battle, Druig stormed up to you. Apparently he had heard of your little brush with death. He examined every inch of you, looking for the slightest scratch. “Never do that again,” he ordered, his voice trembling slightly. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face with shaking hands and you realized he was terrified he would lose you.

“I’m all right,” you reminded him, gently, “we’re alright.” As if it was an afterthought, you added, “plus, I’m guessing I’ll be pretty close to the Deviants on a regular basis… You know, since I’m coming with you.”

His face said it all.

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xmari-7 · 3 years ago

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Okay but like who gave him the right to look this fine like

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sillylittlestoryblog · 3 years ago

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Ocean eyes

Chapter 2

Pairing: Makkari x Reader x Druig

Warning: Confused reader, jealousy, angst, bad grammar (not proofread)

Notes: hehe. Part 2 is here my friends!

I hope to finish chapter 3 in the next days. Lovee💗for everyone who reads this, likes or comments. You make my day 😚

Even at the end of the evening, when y/n lay down in her bed, she could not quite grasp what had happened that day. Half an hour after arriving at her small apartment, with a cup of tea in her hand, she was still thinking about what had happened after the pile of books had fallen out of her arms.

The surprise that had been waiting for makkari at the door of the small store was a group of friends from her collage days. That’s how people had introduced themselves to her, but Y/N didn't quite want to believe that. First, Makkari had never told her that she had been to collage, and second, one person in the group was a young girl who looked no older than 15. Everyone had introduced themselves kindly to y/n, except the man from the book store. He was standing a few feet away from the others and just gave her a nod and his name. Y/N was visibly confused as to how a group of such different study friends were so attractive. Thena a tall angelic woman with long blonde hair looked more like she was a runway model or maybe an angel. the man named Ikaris had more of a Clark Kent look than a simple fellow student. And even though she didn’t really wanted it to be true, y/n thought the dark haired man with his mysterious expression was really handsome too.

Y/N had a strange feeling the whole time the group was walking through the streets and also after they had gathered in Makkari's apartment. But she had felt least comfortable when makkari and the young man with blue eyes embraced. Y/N sensed the familiarity between the two. And although she tried everything to prevent it, a feeling spread through her whole body. Jealousy.

"Is everything okay, Honey?," Makkari signed to Y/N, and all the attention in the room was on her. Y/N looked around the faces starring at her. She felt quite uncomfortable. Her gaze lingered on the young man who had previously introduced himself (somewhat annoyed) as Druig. He was licking his upper lip and staring back at her. His blue eyes were almost hypnotizing. Y/N had the feeling that if he kept looking at her like that, he might be able to read her mind. Before anything like that could happen, he spoke up.

"Makkari we need to talk to you. There is a reason why we are all here. And well it would be good if we discussed this alone. Do you think your little girlfriend can wait for us outside?" he turned to Makkari and didn't look towards Y/N anymore. Not even when she stood up to say goodbye.

Somewhat apologetically, Makkari looked to her lover.

Y/N tried to leave the room as quickly as possible. Druig's words were running through her head. She just had the feeling of not being wanted. The others had at least been friendly. But this arrogant guy wanted nothing more than to make Y/N feel small. And then he also was so close to Makkari. Y/N felt the feeling of jealousy boiling up inside her again. She knew she was probably red-faced by now as she paced up and down in front of Makkari's apartment building. She also knew that her thoughts were irrational and overdramatic. It started raining and Y/N started getting more frustrated. The wind was still as cold as it had been in the morning, and Y/N was glad she had at least remembered to take an umbrella with her when they closed up the store at noon to walk with the group toward Makkari's home. Druig had not even glanced at Y/N as he walked arm in arm with her girlfriend, laughing and reminiscing of old adventures. Something bothered Y/N about Druig. Maybe it was his leather jacket hanging a little too big over his shoulders and the mischievous smile, or the ocean blue eyes that winked at her after she almost slipped on the sidewalk. Y/N knew she had a talent for getting into awkward situations and always walking through the world particularly clumsily. But one thing in particular struck her about the way he acted. She bet that he had never fallen down a staircase or tripped over anything. And why was he so weird towards her ? „ he just wants to make me feel uncomfortable.“ Y/N looked back at the front door. There he stood, looking at her mischievously. "Maybe he really could read minds" She thought as she walked towards the door. Makkari stood next to him and took Y/N in her arms as she reached the entrance. She pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood next to Druig again to give Y/N room.

"That's a real pretty little girlfriend you got there Makkari" he said and walked with big steps past Y/N and her partner. He joined Thena and the young girl named Sprite who had taken a seat on Makkari's sofa. Ikaris and Sersi, meanwhile, browsed the book collection that took up more than half of the living room. For the first time in years, life had come to the house. Often Y/N and Makkai had been alone. But now the big room with its orange walls, historical artifacts, and the smell of homemade vanilla cookies felt almost like a home with a big family.

"They are staying here for a while. I hope that's okay. We all haven't seen each other in decades, Makkari signed with a smile. Y/N immediately felt how much this small group meant to her. „they are my family. I missed them a lot."

Y/N merely nodded and smiled at her partner. As long as Druig wouldn't be there all the time, Y/N was content.

As if he had read her mind again the young man walked up to the two. " we decided to celebrate tonight, we haven't seen each other in so long, that should be reason enough." he looked to Y/n. He leaned way down to close the height difference of the two somewhat. Y/n felt his warm breath on her skin and similarly as before couldn't turn away from his eyes." And as for you, I really hope we get to know each other a little better." He grinned, leaving a smiling Makkari and a blushing Y/N behind as he joined the others in the kitchen.

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