#eternals oneshot

[beyondspaceandstars]

The Great War

Relationship: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Angst, canon divergence Summary: Druig had to watch you piece yourself back together after the Eternals split — and fears of facing tragedy once again rise when the Eternals end up at his doorstep. He’s determined to put you first this time, but nothing is ever that cut and dry, and you prove that. A/N: sooooooo I forgot about this one shot... Um, I believe I wrote it almost a year ago and it just sat on my computer so after some re-reading and editing, I think it’s okay to share! I hope you enjoy.

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He watched you from a far as you gave the children a tour of the garden. He knew it was your pride and joy and your face did nothing to hide the light that shined within you when one of the kids asked a question.

You could command the crops however you pleased, and your brain was packed with facts about every single thing that grew. You could go on and on for hours—Druig could personally vouch for that. Recently, you’ve been experimenting with hybrid crops, trying to find a new species to perfect, and you kept Druig very much in the loop about your progress every night before bed.

But he didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d listen to you talk about anything so long as that look of blissful happiness was plastered on your face.

Druig wandered a little closer to the garden, not close enough to draw attention, just enough to eavesdrop on your tour. He tried to look busy like he was inspecting a row of corn, but really you had his attention. Then again, he couldn’t think of many times when you didn’t crowd his mind.

"…and here we have some cabbage," you explained. The kids following you oohed delightfully.

Ah, yes. The cabbage. Druig chuckled to himself. A vegetable that has little business growing out here, let alone this time of year. But that was just the beauty of your powers. You could make pretty much anything sprout in nearly any environment.

It had taken some convincing for you to really use your powers. You had been so concerned with if growing certain things and aiding the villagers would go against the mission. But Druig had kindly reminded you that you two were away from it all. You were helping this civilization thrive—any means necessary.

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

Druig watched as you moved the young tour group to a vacant section of the garden.

"Here is where I hope we can start growing carrots soon," you said, motioning towards the freshly plowed land.

"Carrots?" One of the children said, her voice shakily repeating the word. "What are carrots?"

Druig smirked at the flood-gate the child had unknowingly opened. You wasted no time dishing out your detailed lecture on carrots.

You were just getting into a spiel about beta-carotene when a shiver went up Druig’s spine. Something was off, and he noticed it immediately. The village had been disturbed, penetrated by an unknown. He took a quick glance back at you to make sure you were alright. When Druig saw you were still drawing on about carrots, he let out a sigh of relief and left the garden in search of what had caused such a powerful imbalance on his land.

But his hunt hadn’t been a hunt at all. The problem made itself known immediately.

They were bold, he had to give them that.

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The young student gave you one last hug before she ran back to her parents. You had made her home your last stop as you went about dropping the students off after the tour. She was a talkative one full of complex but beautiful questions and you absolutely adored that. You wanted them to be curious, to ask as many questions as they could think of. You’d answer them all as you had for their parents when they were young. And their grandparents. And so on.

You pulled your shawl tighter around you as you made your way through the village, looking for Druig. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed him observing your tour but you must certainly had. He was hard to miss and after all these years still managed to drive you a bit wild, even when standing there doing nothing.

You scanned the various groups of villagers but couldn’t seem to find your lover among them. You frowned and stopped at a congregating group of women. They were weaving baskets.

"Has Druig been around?" You asked in their native tongue. The women looked surprised at your question.

"He’s at the Center talking to our visitor," one woman kindly explained before turning back to her work.

You frowned. Visitors? What visitors? You didn’t see casual visitors this deep inland.

You thanked the women for their time and made your way to the Center. It was a nice communal space that held a variety of events, from meetings to religious services. It wasn’t too uncommon for Druig to be held up in there during the day, but the mention of visitors drew a lot of confusion for you. Why would he invite someone in?

Druig was very cautious about outside forces, to the point you got slightly annoyed about it. You’d only been out of the village a handful of times and were always met with Druig’s intense resistance. He was incredibly protective of you, sometimes bordering the edge of controlling—but you understood why. He loved you deeply and had promised to never let anything—or anyone—hurt you again. So far, he had kept his promise. But a sense of unusual nervousness filled you as you approached the Center.

You really didn’t know what you expected to find when you pulled open the door to the Center. Part of you thought you’d find Druig working on something. Another part of you thought he’d be having a meeting with these mystery visitors.

What you hadn’t prepared for was to come face-to-face with some old…pals.

The group of Eternals turned to face you the second you opened the door. Like you, it didn’t take them long to realize who they were coming in contact with. They bore mixed expressions, surprise and relief being the most evident. Well, except for Druig. He sulked off to the side, looking displeased when his eyes landed on you, but the others paid little attention to him.

Once the shock wore off, they mostly all greeted you joyously. You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your face as you soaked in this unexpected but welcomed reunion.

You didn’t think you’d ever see any of them again after the fateful night. The Split had been especially excruciating for you. The life and people you’d known, the routine and security, all vanished. You were a bit lost for a while until Druig had offered you a hand.

However, that malice and fear weren’t at the forefront of your mind right now. All you could focus on was your fellow Eternals coming together again, sharing a moment under one roof. It truly had been so, so long.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked after giving a share of hugs and happy exclamations.

Sersi, naturally, was the quickest to step up to the plate to answer your question. The light in her eyes faltered as she opened her mouth to speak, but Druig didn’t waste a second before cutting her off.

"Nothing," Druig spat. He stepped in front of you, nearly blocking your view of the others. Your brows furrowed at his commanding tone, but he didn’t give you time to retaliate. "We had some matter to discuss briefly, nothing special. They were just on their way out, actually. Why don’t you help the villagers prepare for dinner, dear."

"Dear?" It was Ikaris who spoke up now, unable to hide his surprise at the pet name that rolled off Druig’s lips naturally. But while it was Ikaris who said something, a look of surprise flashed on everyone’s face.

Druig ignored him, his focus solely on you. "Please, love."

You know you should’ve listened to your lover and usually, you do, but, in the moment, you couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on, even though you found comfort in the village. You knew this wasn’t nothing. Stuff like this didn’t happen. You knew these fellow beings too well. The reunion happening here wasn’t for shits and giggles. And they certainly weren’t here to just check up on you and Druig. No one did that.

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

Druig shook his head. "She’s been through enough thanks to all of you, thanks to all of us. The last thing she needs is to be put in serious danger."

Ikaris scoffed. "How about you let her speak for herself."

Druig shot the other man a glare you hadn’t seen in centuries. In fact, you hadn’t seen Druig this upset since the day you two had reunited.

"I haven’t seen you all in ages," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "I certainly am curious to know what brings you out here." You gave Druig an apologetic look but he didn’t refute. His features even seemed to get softer at your patient words.

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn’t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

You soaked in every word, completely stunned and alarmed by the news she had to share. When she explained they needed your and Druig’s help, you tensed. You could now understand why your lover had been so reluctant.

Unfortunately, Druig was also right in the fact that you didn’t need this, didn’t want this disturbance. You had created something beautiful and familiar here and your immediate desire was to go down with this ship.

So much was at stake on both fronts, and the surprise of it all wasn’t something you wanted to wrap your head around right now. Losing this? The land? The people? Everyone? Your hands shook as you spoke.

"I…I am sorry, Sersi, but I don’t see how I can be of any help," you said as gently as you could manage. "I think I may be better off here."

"Please, we need all—,"

"What have you done to her?" Ikaris asked Druig, cutting off Sersi and making everyone in the room jump. "What are you controlling her or something?"

Druig let out a wicked laugh. "Does she look like she’s being controlled, Ikaris? Frankly, I am insulted you would even think I’d treat her that way."

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

Druig marched towards Ikaris, leaving little room between them. His voice was bitter and hot as he spoke. "I am when it comes to the one I love. How dare you accuse me of that." Druig paused as he and Ikaris stared at one another as if challenging each other to say another word. When Ikaris didn’t reply, Druig took half a step back and turned to the group. "I think you all have overstayed your welcome, don’t you agree?" He looked around expectantly, but no one moved.

Cautiously, you broke the heavy silence. "This has truly been a lot for one afternoon. Maybe we should take some time to think. We can regroup later."

After an unsettling moment of everyone watching Druig like he was a ticking bomb, he agreed with your proposal. The others were quick to follow suit and, not surprisingly, looked relieved to have a moment out of the stuffy Center.

You happily showed the group where you gathered for meals, hoping they’d at least want a snack after trekking all the way out here. You enjoyed your dinner among the people and your friends and tried your best to refrain from bragging about the vegetables in the stew that came from your garden. You failed at that, but everyone seemed impressed with your crops. Druig held your hand through the entire meal, successfully but bitterly avoiding the questioning looks of the other Eternals. It had not been missed by you that you two were yet to explain your dynamic and how it came to be. Sure, a little flirting had occurred prior to The Split, but declarations of love must’ve been a confusing step.

But it was good. The moment was good and the evening was ultimately enjoyable. The villagers loved conversing with the guests. They were so welcoming and curious. The food was lovely. The company was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. Was this all truly in jeopardy? How could it come to this? You didn’t like having your heart heavy with this.

Couple of hours later, after you finished assisting with the cleanup, you found yourself sitting under a tree, away from the bustling village, snacking on some berries. You weren’t alone for long, though, as you saw Sersi make her way through the dense trees.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she took a seat next to you on the ground.

"Okay," you said noncommittally. You held out your hand, presenting a few berries. "Would you taste these? I can’t decide if they need to be sweeter."

Sersi chuckled. "Is this a ploy to poison me?"

You shivered. "I haven’t dealt in that in centuries."

One area of your powers you had always held back on was the way that, while you could grow the most delicious crops, you could also grow the most deadly. But there was no need to unleash that anymore. It did little to help the village.

"Alright," Sersi said with a shrug and took the berries. "But if they find my body out here, they’ll probably look at you first."

You nodded. "That’s fair."

Sersi tossed the berries in her mouth. She hmm’d. "So," she began, "you and Druig?"

"Yes," you replied to her question that wasn’t a question. Part of you hoped that would be that but Sersi’s unwavering stare made it clear she wasn’t walking away without the whole story. This came as no surprise.

You took a deep breath and began. "After Ajak sent us off I was…lost. So very lost. Everyone else just made their decisions and went on. I—I didn’t know where to go, where to begin. I had known one way, one goal, for as long as I could remember and now everything was upside down. Everyone went their own way. I felt left behind." You paused to take a deep breath. You hadn’t spoken of such things with anyone but Druig, but, then again, no one had been around to hear it. To ask.

"It took a couple of years, but I eventually came upon Druig," you continued. "He admitted he had tried looking for me but I was the only one off his radar. He then apologized for storming away. I shared my feelings on the situation—on The Split—and the villagers welcomed me. I’ve rarely left since. Over time, our usual flirting and banter grew. He’s just… He’s just it for me. He’s so kind and caring. He’s taken care of me in so many ways and I truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Up until today, I believed in fate. But maybe this was all just part of the plan. I could do without the pain and feeling…deserted but, in the end, this love has been good to me."

Sersi was silent as you spoke. She grew still beside you. Your spite had mostly subsided, but you still felt it was important to share, especially if dooms day was upon you. And while you had, for the most part, moved on and adapted, you knew Druig still held a bit of a grudge. Not to mention the anger he felt towards himself for leaving you, but over the years, you tried your best to ease his shame.

"Well, I—I didn’t— We, we didn’t…" You watched Sersi scramble to find the right words but her lack of reasoning wasn’t a bad thing. There was nothing to say.

"It’s okay," you assured her. "I’ve moved on. I’ve even made peace with all of it, I think." You looked back down at your basket of berries. "But there is someone who hasn’t quite come around to the idea of forgive and forget."

Sersi nodded. "Druig never quite seemed like the one to entertain such ideas."

"Please excuse his animosity towards the situation." You paused. "About earlier…"

"We do need you, truly," Sersi said. "I understand it’s frightening and you’re welcome to despise us but think about this place." She looked up at the trees and moonlight surrounding you two. "Everything’s so wonderful. The people, the place, the home you two have built. Don’t you at least want a shot to fight for it?"

You looked at the landscape around you. At the trees. The berries. The homes off in the distance. You hear the chatter of the villagers. The blow of the wind. The hum of the nighttime creatures. You closed your eyes, recounting the dinner, how nice it had felt to have so many of your friends together again. You wanted that all over again. You wanted this home you built.

"I think I was overwhelmed by all this…news," you explained. "And at first, I didn’t want anything to do with…anything. If the world was ending, I wanted to be here, in my home, but now… I don’t believe I can sit idly and let this place, these people, vanish." You opened your eyes. "More importantly, I can’t let my friends, my family, down."

Sersi took a moment and pattered your hand. "I’m relieved to hear that. You’re important, you’re valued. We can’t do it without you."

You shared a shy smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re happy about my decision. Lord knows how Druig is going to react."

"He’s shocked," a voice said from among the forest. You and Sersi whipped your heads around to find Druig walking out from behind a group of trees.

"I’ve never known you to eavesdrop so much, honey," you said, trying to keep the situation casual, but you were practically shaking.

Druig approached you two slowly. "Forgive me, my lady. I had only come to suggest we retire for the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to find you…conspiring," He shot a look at Sersi, who held her head high.

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

Sersi turned back to you. "I think you two should talk."

You hesitated but eventually agreed. Sersi avoided Druigs heated gaze as she left, heading back to the village. Druig took Sersi’s former spot next to you under the tree.

"You truly want to do this?" Druig asked softly, a stark contrast from his previous demeanor. "After everything, you want to help? You think we have a chance?"

"We have to try," you said. "For this. For us."

Druig took your hands in his. You turned to face him finding him very close. Your foreheads were practically touching. He stared into your eyes like you were all that existed and, for a second, it felt like that.

"I can’t bare to see you hurt again, love," he said. "And if we do this, there’s no telling what will happen after. There’s not even a guarantee we’ll make it out alive—,"

"That’s why we try," you pleaded. "And I’m aware this reunion may mean nothing. We’ll all probably go our separate ways again and that’s fine. I have a place to go back to. I have a routine and a garden and goals… But above all else, I have you. And with all that, I think I’ll be okay."

Druig searched your expression like he was expecting you to change your mind, but when nothing else left your lips, he nodded in defeat.

"If this is what you wish to do, I’ll follow you." He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek. "I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for and you always have the right to make your own decisions, do you understand that?"

"I know that, Druig. You were just being your protective self."

"That’s obvious?" He said with a humorless laugh. "I just want to see you happy, love."

"I am happy, Druig," you said, your eyes starting to well with tears—the good kind. "Happier than you’ll ever know."

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[heartofwritiing]

I'm SO excited to see you're taking request, dear friend! Sorry I didn't request earlier since I was at work, but I'm ready for ya! Druig (Of Course)

Prompts:

“It’s quite fascinating. I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet.” (afraid that means they don’t like them)

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.”

EEEKKKK! I can't wait to see what you come up with, my dear! Thanks again, you're so talented!!

Tell me what you're thinking

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

a/n: TYSM for requesting Hillary I hope you like what I've done!! so sorry it took me so long i wasn’t feel well and i needed a break but im slowly coming back now! reader has mind reading powers and she can block her mind from others reading her mind when she's focused enough.

warning(s): reader & druig both think they have unrequited love, confessions, fluff, kissing, unedited!

Up on a hill on the outskirts of Babylon sat two Eternals. The sun was just going behind the mountains in the distance, casting a red-orange glow against your skin, You sat with your legs out in front of you and your arms behind you watching as the last light disappeared. You would often come up here to be alone and clear your mind from all the voices you heard swirling through your head due to your powers.

They weren't always easy to deal with, It took you a long time but you can manage to control who's internal thoughts to focus on now. Druig had similar powers to you, he was the only one out of all the Eternals who understood what you were going through. You were envious of him at times though, he could only mind control people and didn't have to deal with voices bombarding his mind all the time, only when he mind controlled someone could he read their thoughts.

Druig sat beside you with his legs crossed fiddling with a small flower he had plucked from the ground. You told him that he should've kept it in the ground so it could've flourished and grown more, he felt a little remorseful when you said that but twirled it between his fingers silently.

This was the second time you had brought Druig to your special place, knowing he sometimes needed to get away from everyone for a while and had some sort of peace. You had that in common with each other seeking refuge in being alone, wanting nothing more than to be isolated since everyone always made you anxious. Something just felt right with Druig and you weren’t sure what.

You had only said a few words to him when you both started your journey to your hill, Druig wasn't usually chatty either but the silence was often comforting between you both.

“It’s quite fascinating," Druig says suddenly, taking you by surprise.

"What is?" you ask.

"I can always hear you from a mile away, but when we’re talking, you’re always so quiet,” he replies.

He watches you in the village, he sees how you are with the people and how you hold yourself. Compassionate and very talkative but with him you always seem to be distant or one-sided, he thought it was because you were so considerate you'd give him a chance to be around you, that maybe you didn't like him as much because of how he was. He couldn't blame you though he was different than the others, the black sheep one might say.

If only he knew that wasn't the case. You keep your gaze on the horizon but could feel his eyes watching you. The more you spent time with him even after so long of witnessing him be mysterious he intrigued you. He was quiet and reserved, something you didn't find in anyone else and it drew you closer to him. Wanting to find some underlying thing about him, something for you only to see but felt so far away since he was so cut off from everyone.

The cool breeze sweeps through your hair and the tension doesn't ease away your feelings for him, only creating a severe endearment and longing to reach out to him and express yourself.

"I can see somethins running through that pretty head of yours,"

He moves closer to you slowly like you're an animal he's trying to not spook away with his movements. You try not to jump when you feel his hand on your arm gently stroking your skin up and down. It ignites heat in its trail from your elbow up to the base of your shoulder

"Please, tell me what you're thinking," he pleads.

You inhale trying to determine whether or not to expose yourself to him, but you were tired of being anxious around him even if he didn't share the same affections you had to get this off your chest.

You turn your body to face him and your eyes lock in a stare. Suddenly the nerves creep back up and you look down at your hands in your lap fiddling with the tassel from your robes.

"I'm thinking that... I care about you a lot and.." before you could stop yourself you mumble out. “I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips,” you mumble.

"What?" he laughs out, the amused smile on his face telling you he heard you perfectly fine. You face plant into your hands trying to hide your face and you muffled out. " you heard me,"

Druig pulls your hands away from your face, leaning down to meet your eye level with a gentle smile. A pause between you two as a sure relief comes over you as you both share a look of concurrence. Words settle on the tip of Druigs tongue as he racks his brain for the right thing to say, until he takes a breath.

"I really care for you Y/N," he says earnestly.

He watches as your eyes light up and your lips upturn into a smile.

"I care for you as well," you reply in a beat.

You both giggle and unintentionally lean toward each other until your foreheads meet and you reach for Druigs hand, taking it and lacing your fingers together. The tension eases away from you both as the sun is now gone and the full moon rises in the east, casting a white glow over you both like a secure shield around your moment. You wished this moment in time could last longer, but eventually, you had to return to the domo for dinner.

So hand and hand you walked back down the hill, and when you returned and made your way to the dining room everyone saw you both together in your position, freezing and stopping their speech.

Everyone had mixed reactions, Sersi squealed and ran over to you both expressing how happy she was, for you both, Ajak and Thena just smiled happily, and Kingo was exasperated how he didn't see it coming. While everyone else was just in shock still.

You and Druig were just blushing at all the attention and went to sit beside one another.

Ajak got everyone to settle down as you all enjoyed Gills cooking and engaging in conversation. As you dug into your dinner you feel Druig's hand settle on your thigh innocently stroking your knee with his thumb as a way of showing endearment. You look over at him and exchange looks of contentment and return back to your food as you listen to your erratic family banter.

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[heliads]

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

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

Reader and Druig have a fight based on these prompts:

"I've moved on."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckles quietly. “I’ll stay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Druig,” she manages to breathe at last.

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

“Y/N,” he replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

eternity with you (king of concern, part 2)

pairing: druig x fem!stark!reader

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

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

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha-”

“Moving on…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neither are you.”

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm?” You hummed, contentedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[romeulusroy]

Sovereign (Druig Oneshot)

Character/s: Druig

Word Count: 1,241

Inspired By: Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @fangirlsarah16 @diana-westmoon @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

A/N: I feel like this might be a lil *smexy*. Not overtly smexy, just like on the verge of *smexy* and I'm obsessed. I love this man. I hate him and I love him and that is all I have to say. Picture kings and queens. Picture wanting so badly it hurts. Picture this song okay? 💕  Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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His whispers could be dangerous. Gun powder and gasoline. Goosebumps. The sharpest edge of the dagger nestled between your teeth. Go ahead, you’d insist, cut off my tongue, make me bleed. It, like him, walked a thin line. They were brazen, him and your knife, sharp, impulsive, but never stupid. Blunt. His words barely there against the opaque of the background. Slight reflections in the glass of your wine. Caught in inhale before your next breath. Light laughter, a distinct air of grace and commrodery, enough of a crowd never to quiet. An act of protection, enough so to let him do whatever he pleases without getting caught. Perfect conditions. And yet, he remained careful. Almost hesitant, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks at the mere thought of you and him. Crimson, maroon, almost bloody. Not rare enough. Well done. You want to laugh, to break the serious of his desperation, but it is too fun. There is no thrill like it. The chase. He has become starved of affection, of touch and that alone is enough to drive a man mad, that much you are sure of. Already he had grown wild with bared teeth. His smile, wide, hungry, towards them, but his eyes never leave you. He wouldn’t dare. Across the room, across the table. Wherever you are, whatever the distance, he makes it clear: you are the only thing that matters. Bowing at queens, shaking the hands of kings, he wears a civil, even respectful, tone on the surface. Beneath it there is little thought of them, their many wars, their successful harvest. 

He is thinking of you. 

He listens thoughtlessly. They demand attention, eyes, but he only sees you, hears you. The clink of your fork, the scrape of your knife, the flash of heat across your face when you’ve had a tad too much to drink. That is what he cares for. That is what he notices. They speak of war, treaties, of your kind who have lived forever and will continue to do so, protecting them, their people and their livestock. Primitive, and yet, elegant. Endearing. The castle walls are sharp, rocky, lit by candles. Together they are red and orange, casting yellow shadows across the dinner table. Endless. It seems they have invited everyone and placed them between you. It infuriates him, you know, unable to touch you, to place his hand in yours beneath the runner. Seated at opposing ends, you listen to the sister kingdom. Their fears, their worries and woes. You cannot unhear what he’s said in passing. Dreamlike, as if it never really happened at all, what he’d do when you were alone. . . . They wore their crowns with pride, jewel encrusted, the same you dug and plucked from mother earth herself centuries before. They, like you, he decides, understand there is an art in beauty. A beauty that, for now, goes untraceable. 

How it kills him. 

You laugh with the wealthy, those fortunate to land themselves at the kings table, the opposing palaces fraternal twins rather than identical. Drastically different and yet mirror images. Strip them of their sigils, their coats of armor, even their crowns, and they would be indistinguishable. People. Humans. Nude. Druig wants nothing more than to do the same to you, rip with his teeth, but he must be patient. Earn it. In one evening he had become primitive. Savage. Wicked. They look up to you as their gods, their peacemakers, the very notion that brought all of you to this table: to come to agreements. They have shared the same land, same ideals, and the same table, yet when it comes to their armies, their brutality, their strengths, they are nothing but weaknesses. Stubborn. Vengeful. They cast themselves into the age before man: barbaric. If only you could talk them down, take control. If only the seconds melted as quickly as they promised, he couldn’t help but think. Beg on his hands and knees, he would have moved the moon himself if it meant getting to be with you sooner. It is your duty that they come to harmony. There must be no rush. Without this, without the dark wines and heavy courses, they would tear at one another. Eye for and eye. Lmib for a limb. Life for a life. Since they were born they have been in battle. Their soldiers are dwindling in faith and in numbers. Their people lost in their grief. Only aristocrats sit with pride in their spines and pleasure in their resigned smiles. They act under pressure with a grace their people could never begin to understand. Not because they are better, but because they only think of themselves. Unempathetic. Merciless. Deadly. 

If they wanted to last, if they wanted to survive, they would have to put an end to the carnage. 

He undressed you with his eyes as you spoke passionately, proudly, from one nation to another. One look, that was all it took. One of affection, of knowing, one that made him choke on his own breath. Only he paid that much attention to notice. The other side listened, though not without their own judgment. They wanted crucifixion, not expectations. They were hushed as quickly as their murmurs grew, Druig taking control. This was the last place he wanted to be. These were the last people he wanted to be with. Patience my love, you urged silently. If it were up to him their eyes would have already been swirling in the same gold you wore around your neck, your wrists and fingers. Decisions would have been made and put into act. They were to remain separate. Secular, but courteous. As your insistence, always, it would be up to them. Learn to survive, evolve as one, and all would be well. Their kingdoms could live on for thousands of years. Choose not to, and be the first to watch their castles burn, their people die, until there are none. You have watched too many choose to live in their own fury. Nothing good has ever come from that.

He fists slam nito the hard oak of the table as they struggle to come to rapport. 

You want him to do it again. 

He leans in towards you. The king begs with him, but he has come to his own accordance for them. The fighting is silly. Childish. They are above that. They should be if they want to be so widely respected. He signs the scroll for them. A hint of gold in his eyes. He wouldn’t dare, not under your watch, but it does not mean he cannot use it as a warning. They settle, each of them leaving their signature. At the bottom two kingdoms have become one. Not through marriage, but understanding. There has been enough blood spilled on the battlefields. Druig stares past them to you, raising his glass. You raise yours. Together you toast. Hopeful this newfound kingdom will not collapse in on itself with civil war, but rather grow past this grief and thrive into the realm it has always imagined. He is relieved, not for their kinship, for you. You, neither his Adam or Eve, but his apple. Good and evil, powerful and fiercely intelligent. Risky. The one he cannot have, not at this moment. The one he has been warned of. He wants nothing else. A sip for a sip. The wine sweet, full, rich. 

Just like you.

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[hairmetal666]

The note shows up in Eddie's mailbox cubby on Valentine's Day.

It's nothing fancy, loopy cursive handwriting on lined paper:

"I know this is probably silly but I can't go another day without saying it, and today seems appropriate for this kind of confession. Seeing you in the morning is the best part of my day. You're so gorgeous it leaves me breathless. I hope you don't mind if I don't leave my name. Just wanted you to know that you're beautiful."

His eyes fill with tears that he blinks back, a goofy smile stretching his mouth wide.

"You good there, Munson?" Robin Buckley asks.

"Oh, yup, yeah, all good." He laughs. "Just got one of those 'you're my favorite teacher Mr. Munson!' notes."

He squeezes the letter to his chest before slipping it in his pocket.

---

The worst thing about Eddie's new job is that someway, somehow, Steve-fucking-Harrington works here too. PE teacher, JV basketball coach, of-fucking-course. Once a douchebag jock, always a douchebag jock. What makes it all worse is that he's still the prettiest guy Eddie's ever seen.

---

The first week of March, there's a commotion in the hallway that has him rushing out of his room, ready to breakup a fight. He finds Harrington already there, holding Dustin Henderson and Will Byers by their shoulders. Troy Walsh and James Dante stand across from them, wearing matching snarls.

Of course Harrington is picking on little nerd kids; he knew it. But before he steps forwards to break it up, Steve speaks, voice low and angry. "You want to tell me what happened here, Troy?"

"Byers tripped. He really should watch where he's going," Troy says. James laughs.

Steve's glare goes even more icy, more disdainful (it's so fucking hot, Eddie hates it). "You want to take that again? And try being honest this time, or you're suspend from the team."

Troy splutters for long enough that Eddie finally notices Will's stricken face, the sketchpad and snapped colored pencils littering the linoleum.

"I saw you take those things from Will, and unfortunately, I'll have to call your parents and you will be responsible for purchasing a new sketchbook and pencils. You're also benched for the next four games."

The boys shout, but when Steve raises a hand they quiet immediately. "You want to complain more, or do you want it to be five games?"

"No, sir," they answer before scampering off.

Harrington faces Dustin and Will. "You boys okay?" he asks them.

"We're good, Mr. H," Dustin answers.

"Glad to hear it." Steve begins collecting Will's ruined belongings, stops to study one of the drawings.

"This is really good, Will."

Will flushes. "Thanks. It's my character for dnd,"

"Dnd? That's that game that El and Max are always talking about? With the character sheets and the dice?"

"Yeah!" says Dustin. "You know it?"

Steve's smile is a little bashful, and it tugs at Eddie's heart in a way he has to ignore. "Not much. Just from what the girls have said. You want to tell me about it?"

"Really?" Their eyes light up.

"Really. You can stop by the gym during lunch. Only if you want to, though."

"Cool," says Dustin.

He pats them both on the shoulder, and they hurry away, leaving Steve and Eddie suddenly alone.

Eddie should head back to his class, hasn't been needed in this situation at all, really, but before he can disappear, Steve spots him and his eyes widen.

"You need something, Munson?" Steve's cheeks go a faint pink.

He shakes his head, feels wrong-footed. "Uh, that was really cool what you did just there."

"They're really good kids," Steve says. "I know them a little. Used to babysit El Hopper." He slides his hands into the pockets of his khakis and, seriously, fuck Harrington for looking like that in a pair of Dockers.

"Babysitter, Harrington? Never thought I'd see the day. Or that you'd be the one defending a bunch of nerds," Eddie says. He means it teasing, but Steve's face warps into a frown.

"Y--yeah, I guess. I mean. I'm trying not to be that guy anymore, and Robin's really helped--"

"Shit, man, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant, at all--"

"--I feel terrible about all that shit I pulled back in school. That King Steve stuff? I was awful and you didn't deserve--"

"Steve!" Eddie cuts him off. "I forgive you. For everything." He looks down at his shoes. "For all I didn't want to believe it, you really have changed."

They're both pink faced now, avoiding each other's eyes. "Thanks," Steve says. "I should get going, but--for the future-- I really wouldn't mind--um--trying to be friends."

The grin that passes across Eddie's face is huge. "Yeah, Harrington, I'd like that."

Eddie has to run to make it to his classroom on time. He passes Dustin and Will and the rest of their gaggle of friends, rushing them along, but forgets all about it as he steps in front of his third period juniors.

---

He and Steve are...friendly now. They chat, they joke, they share smiles that have Eddie's heart beating too fast even though it's not like that. Turns out Steve is kind and funny (a little bit of a bitch too, but in a way that ties Eddie's stomach in knots), and a hell of a teacher.

---

His freshman are in small groups, peer-reviewing an essays, when Max Mayfield catches his eye. She's one of his favorite students and absolute trouble.

"What's up, Mayfield." He asks.

"Are you friends with Mr. Harrington?" She asks.

He chuckles. "Sure, Max, we're friendly enough. Why?"

She narrows her eyes, like she knows he's not being totally honest. "Oh, nothing. He just talks about you all the time."

He's blushing horribly and Max, and all of her friends, smirk up at him. "He does?" He chokes out.

"Mmhmm," Lucas Sinclair says. "Says he thinks you're really cool."

"Definitely one of the best teachers here," Mike Wheeler adds.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Okay, very funny, guys. How're your essays going?"

They answer, but before Eddie goes to help another group, Will says, "he really does like you, Mr. Munson. A lot."

El nods earnestly up at him. "It is true," she says. "I know him."

"Thanks, kids. I'll keep that in mind." He gives them a smile, tries not to let their words get to him. When he reaches the next group, though, he notices his hands are shaking.

---

Gifts start turning up in Eddie's cubby. It starts with a bag of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from his favorite bakery. There's a small note that says "from your secret admirer," on the packaging. Every two weeks or so, something new shows up in his little mailbox; a woven friendship bracelet, a yellow rose, Hershey kisses, a delicately painted dnd figure that gives Eddie a small crisis because it's his own bard character, an Iron Maiden cassette, a bag of dice that almost brings him to genuine tears.

Eventually, he gets another note. This one is typed and reads: "I would love to have coffee with you 11am this Saturday at the Cafe on Main Street."

---

He walks into the cafe at 10:50am, wearing his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a burgundy button-down, his hair pulled into a loose bun. He doesn't recognize anyone there.

Eddie gets in line, studies the menu, and the little bell above the door rings. He whips towards the sound to find none other than Steve Harrington in little wire rim glasses, a butter colored sweater, and jeans the man must have painted on, Jesus Christ. Honestly, the whole thing is enough to give Eddie a coronary (and to, embarrassingly, chub up in his own tight jeans).

"Steve?" He asks. He's overwhelmed with the (stupid, stupid) hope that it's been Harrington all along. "What are you doing here?"

"Henderson asked me to meet him. He around?"

"Uh, no?" Eddie feels heat creeping up his throat.

Steve shakes his head, as though he expected as much. "You alone? We could grab drink."

"I can't believe this." Eddie hides his face in his hands, knows it's gone horrifyingly crimson.

"What's wrong?"

"My secret admirer told me to be here now, so we could meet," Eddie's misery slices through his words. "I'm such an idiot."

"I--your--what?" Steve stammers.

He gathers himself enough to look Steve in his hazel eyes and ask, "I'm assuming it wasn't you leaving notes and gifts for me at work?"

And he expects Steve to say no. To laugh and ask why he'd ever do something like that, but instead, instead he flushes a deep red. "O-only one note."

"What?"

"I, uh," Steve clears his throat. "I left you a note. On Valentine's Day. I--we weren't friends yet, and I wanted you to know how much I liked you. It's --uh--it's pretty silly, huh? Robin's--"

"Steve," Eddie interrupts. He's going to tell Steve that he reads the note often enough that he has parts memorized; that it's the kindest thing anyone has done for him, but what he says instead is, "Dustin Henderson told you to meet him here at 11?"

"Yeah. Said he had something to show me."

Eddie remembers running into Will and Dustin and their friends that day in the hall, the weird conversation in class, the dice and the miniature. Something must click for Steve at the same time because his mouth drops, blush getting somehow deeper.

"Oh my god. Henderson! I'm gonna kill him. They figured out I had a crush on you."

"They WHAT?" Eddie says, loud enough that several looks are aimed their way.

"I'm so, so sorry, Eddie. Holy shit, this is so humiliating. You have to believe me, I had no idea they were doing this. God, I'm really starting to think it is possible to die from embarrassment."

"You have a crush on me," Eddie says instead of any of the dozens of helpful things he could say.

"Um. Yes?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, straightens his spine, and asks, "You wanna have coffee with me?"

"I'd really like that." Steve's return smile is so beautiful, it makes Eddie weak.

---

Eddie Munson is making out with Steve Harrington in the backseat of Steve's BMW. He and Steve spent the day together. They've kissed for so long that the sun has set, both of their lips are swollen, their skin red from stubble, and Eddie is nowhere near ready for the night to end.

Steve breaks away, gently pulling their mouths apart, but arms still tight around Eddie. "Hey, what kind of gifts were they giving you anyway? The kids?"

"Oh," Eddie blushes. "Uh, cookies, a dnd mini, lots of candy, a set of dice."

"Oh my god," Steve says, he pulls a little more away. "Oh my god, I'm going to kill her, Jesus Christ."

"Who are are you killing, sweetheart?"

Steve groans. "Robin. She was helping them. We found a set of dice at this little bookstore and she told me to get them for you, and--" he breaks off with a helpless, frustrated noise.

Eddie doesn't mean to, but he starts to giggle.

"It's not funny!" Steve says.

That only makes Eddie laugh harder. "Your best friend," he squeaks. "And a group of literal children set us up. That's hilarious, Harrington."

Steve's mouth drops and for a second Eddie thinks he'll be upset, but then he's giggling too, his whole face crumpling into it.

Steve pulls Eddie close once the laughter subsides, his eyes trained on Eddie's lips.

"We could pretend we didn't get together," Eddie manages to say.

"What, like, make them think they failed?"

"Yeah. We could tell them I got stood up, but you and I hung out. Had a bro day."

Steve giggles again, and it's the best sound Eddie's ever heard. "I'm absolutely on board with this plan, but you should definitely kiss me some more."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie asks, his voice low. "And what'll I get out of it?"

"Why don't you get over here and see."

As if Eddie could turn down an invite that enticing. He slides a hand behind Steve's head, drawing him in, and they're kissing like they never stopped. It only been a few hours, but Eddie knows--without a doubt--he's already head over heels.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #oneshot #fluff #mutual pining #matchmaking #secret admirers #pe teacher steve harrington #english teacher eddie munson #kinda doing a parent trap thing #in which robin and the party parent trap eddie and steve #it's also the part of clueless where they do matchmaking with the teachers #first date #the party #robin buckley #platonic soulmates #rough winds do shake the darling buds of may but thy eternal summer shall not fade #phat did you write that

[apparentlytheproblem]

if was your boyfriend, never let you go keep you on my arm girl, you'd never be alone

druig recomendations

perfectly busy - @tokkiotears

lemme just say, HUSBAND DRUID OML. and I'm just a sucker for a confident and king Druid behavior. absolutley adoring this to no ends, smn send help, I forgot how to function. the not really complete without you got me. oh god. just o h g o d. i just feel like i should comment on the narrative, it was so well done and just hit the spot i didn't even know I had.

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not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up

"this isn't over" - @peterparkersnose

bro this slapped in so many different levels, like excuse me. And druig who shares books and annotates? and smug druig? godamn. the sexual tension- smn keep him away from me before i fall in love.

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angst, privacy invasion, accidental nudity, sexual tension, falling in love with something you could never have-?

sunshine - @itsapeterthing

firstly, i fell in love with the writing, its so stunning. it has such a fun and flowery vibe surrounding it which makes me just gush oml. it was just so sweet. AND how he gets flustered- literally hit all my marks and exceeded them. i hope you never stop writing these, they make my soul lighter.

warnings: eternals insulting druig as always, fluff

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

to start of, i love a vocal man who can tell you that he missed you. the scene itself was so soft. just love sick druig running back to your arms and you're wearing his shirt mwahh. i find it hilarious how no else has even noticed this happening before, my oblivious fools. its so adorablee.

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hold - @redheadspark

bro, my love, angel, the gif itself got me a blushing mess, you have no idea what the fic did to me sheesh. i love a man who was so acceptable about her fear and so re-assuring, that's so perfectly written. i also love how the author has written these thoughts in her head as well as the internal debate. it just left me in awe i swear.

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warmth - @stranger-nightmare

these are one of my favorite's that I've encountered. the end was just lovley. Just the plot of this drabble has me on my knees. it was wonderfully thought and wonderfully written. the author has left no crumbs.

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one case of swearing, a lil bit of fluff, a whole lotta angst, nakedness but it’s not in a sexual way

boyfriend headcannons - @luventi

just a bunch of head cannons which i thought were amazing. overall its just so cute and has me screaming, crying and throwing up. honestly very underated.

warnings-

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shy lover - @writing-wh0re

[ it didn't have a title so I gave it this, I hope the author doesn't mind]

felt that this was just a must included, i don't wanna really have to summarize this cause there wasn't a single line that did not fail to have me hypnotized. just lovley work

warnings-

Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Male Performing Oral, Praise Kink (both), Begging Kink (?), Slight Cocky Druig, Cum kink (?)

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[werewolf-witchboy]

Druig X Eternal! Reader

✨ (Gender Neutral) ✨

No Warnings.

After many years of being split up, the Eternals must come together as a team again. Nobody seems to know where you've been all these years, so they've gone to the one person who might know of your whereabouts...

Little did they know that you're a lot closer than they thought.

"You have given me a lot of bad news in one go, my lady." Druig's tone is a lot less welcoming after he's been told the horrible truth.

"You and (Y/n) are the main parts of our big plan. We need you both to get through this." Sersi explained again. "Will you help us?"

"We can't find (Y/n)." Ikaris cut to the chase, obviously not ecstatic about needing Druig.

"All of us have searched across almost the whole planet." Sersi subtly encouraged Ikaris away from Druig, sensing the tension already rising between them. "All of (Y/n)'s favorite countries, every area we've had somekind of special or significant moment, we've even asked elders who've written many books about (Y/n). Found not a trace of where they could possibly be."

Drugs arms stayed crossed. "I don't think it's my business to just give out personal information like that." Once his fellow Eternals showed up, his peace was interrupted and he now has a headache.

He knows he told them to "make themselves at home," but he didn't expect them to drop all of this shocking news on him about their true purpose as Eternals, and then interrogate him about your location.

"Do you all remember this forest? Beautiful." Druig walked around the room with his hands clasped behind his back, trying to make small talk and steer the topic away from (Y/n). "It was the last place that we all lived together." His tone held some sorrow at the memories.

"I've protected these people for 20 generations now. From the outside world, and from themselves."

Druig towered over Kingo's valete, Karun. "Your kind, my friend, you will be responsible for your own extinction one day. Don't you think?"

Karun looked a little intimidated, but he answered honestly.

"I think that we must learn from our mistakes and do better, sir. You must not give up hope."

Druig did not seem to like his answer, expressing so by possessing Kingo's valet and proceeding to throw his camera against a wall, thoroughly frightening Karun and pissing off Kingo.

"Oh, where is your sense of humor Kingo?"

"You are not a god. You know that right?"

"How ironic. Kingo, the movie star."

"I've directed some things too."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Some internet content..."

"How many views?"

"I don't do it for the views-"

"Let's go. He's waisting our time." Ikaris started heading towards the door.

"We need him and (Y/n)." Sersi tried to reason.

"Ikaris!" Druig stepped in front of the taller man's path. "I missed you."

Druig was really pushing it right now. "Are you not gonna charm me or threaten me?"

"There's a third option if you'd prefer that."

"It must be heartbreaking to find out that you're not mothers favorite." Druig taunted about Ikaris not being the next chosen leader.

"I'm sure she'd be real proud about what you've been up to." Ikaris always seemed to fall for the psychic's taunting.

"Druig, this is serious." Sersi tried to butt in once more.

"I'll tell you what's serious." Druig's voice got louder as he seemed to get more annoyed.

"I've just been told that I was sent on a suicide mission for the past 7,000 years, and that my entire existence is a lie." He looked Sersi in the eyes. "So excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now."

Athena stepped forward, brushing away Gilgamesh's hand that attempted to stop her from engaging in the conflict. She'd been quiet this whole time, but nobody else seemed to be getting anywhere with the stubborn psychic.

"This is very important. Everything will be lost if we can't stop the celestial birth. You have to admit that we've all gained somekind of admiration for humanity. Not only will the humans be gone, but so will all of the memories we've shared on Earth. Our memories with each other." Athena turned away from the rest of the Eternals, only addressing Druig when she said her next line, hoping that she'll strike a chord in him. "Your memories with (Y/n)."

Everyone was silent.

Druig let out a heavy sigh, but before he could even open his mouth to say anything, the large wooden door creeked open slowly.

"Hey Druig, I-"

Silence still hung heavy in the room amongst the Eternals, but this time it was shock.

There you stood, slightly different from the last time they've seen you many years ago, but still you. It all made sense now, why you were nowhere they searched, even though they've literally checked everywhere.

Your voice got caught in your throat as soon as you entered the cabin filled with your old friends, whom you may also have been technically hiding from.

"Uh...bad timing." Druig's voice rang in your head. Your panicked eyes met his from across the room.

"Holy shit." Kingo was the first to speak up. "(Y/n) has been here with Druig the whole time?!"

You let out an awkward chuckle, not knowing how to reply.

"What have the two of you even been doing here together for all of these years?!" Kingo's arms flailed in the air dramatically, obviously annoyed that all of their searching was for nothing.

"Actually, don't answer that question." Sprite put her hands up when she saw the look you and Druig exchanged.

"Ohmygosh-" Ikaris pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust.

Confused, Kingo looked back and fourth between everyone. "Wha- I wasn't even aware the two of them are a thing."

Everyone turned to look at the man in purple with expressions that read "really?"

"Are you telling me that I'm the only one who didn't know?!" Kingo was still going on about it. "(Y/n) is too kind and cute for Druig!"

You couldn't help but laugh behind your hand as Druig rolled his eyes, fighting a small smirk.

You had to admit that you missed your family.

"Well I for one honestly don't care where (Y/n) has been this whole time. I'm just glad to see them again!" Gilgamesh stomped up to you and scooped you into a big bear hug, fits of giggles escaping you as he squeezed your breath away.

Laughter eventually erupts from everyone, the atmosphere a stark contrast from how it was only 5 minutes ago.

When all was settled down again, Sersi sat you down and told you everything...

The tragic death of Ajak, your wise leader and mother figure.

How your purpose is to keep a planet happy and thriving just to destroy it by creating a celestial.

How all of your memories have been erased countless times, because you've killed planets and birthed celestials countless times.

By the end of it, you were a sobbing mess. You've always been a little more sensitive than the others, so this obviously deeply soured the peppy family reunion mood you were in.

There was no question that you were going along with Phastos's plan. You wanted to keep these memories that you've spent centuries cherishing, and you wanted to watch humanity grow so much more.

When you declared your certainty about going with them, Druig was dragged in by default.

Wherever you went, he went.

You did the same for him when shit hit the fan in Tenochtitlan and he left.

You knew you'd miss the little civilization that you and Druig have helped create, but it'll still be there after you've saved the planet. When it's all over, you can go back with Druig and continue waking up next to him every morning to start a busy day of harvesting crops and handwashing laundry.

For now though, it's back to Olympia.

....................

"Well, look who it is!"

"Didn't think you'd be so glad to see me Phastos." Druig remarked with a smirk.

"I'm not. I was talking about (Y/n)." He brushed past the raven haired Eternal to embrace you.

Makkari elbowed the psychic, who had been grinning like an idiot while watching (Y/n).

"You look like a lovesick puppy." She signed.

Druig rolled his eyes, but his grin never faltered.

"Well, I for one, still can't believe it!" Kingo's appeared on the other side of Druig.

"I've never seen this man smile bigger than that annoying smirk." Kingo playfully leaned an arm on Druig's shoulder.

"I've also had the displeasure of seeing them kiss like 50 times during the time spand of getting here from the Amazon."

"You're just jealous." Makkari joked.

"What?! No! I get tons of babes! I just don't have the time for a committed relationship." Kingo stuck his nose in the air.

You tried not to smile while listening to your friends tease Druig. You continued pretending to pay attention to Phastos's rambling about a new invention idea.

Druig's eyes caught yours.

"Get me outta here!" He pleaded in your head.

"We just got here baby." Your voice is always so gentle and soothing in his brain. Even though he's begging to leave, he doesn't mind staying as long as you're here.

"Alright. You definitely owe me one, love." A smug look dawned his features as he affectively ignored the two Eternals babbling next to him.

You felt your ears and cheeks blush, going thankfully unnoticed by Phastos.

You are going to do absolutely anything to make sure that you both come out of all of this alive and well. There's no way you could possibly imagine a lifetime without Druig.

#druig #druig x reader #eternals #eternals x reader #x reader #gender neutral #x gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #the eternals #oneshot #imagine

[jaehunnyy]

The sound of our tied souls

Genre: soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers but not really, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: rockstar!San x fem!reader (feat. reader's best friend x Mingi)

Warnings: swear words (quite a lot), time-skip, kind of a bad guy attitude—San's a bit of a jerk at the beginning but he has a character development :), soulmate rejection, mentions of some jealous fans, kinda slow-burn, one kiss, possible grammar mistakes

A/N: this oneshot is part of @sungbeam's soulmate collab, which i was so proud to be part of; thanks for the opportunity, love 🤍

You got woken up by that annoying song again, your beauty sleep being thrown away for the rest of the night—cause it seemed like your soulmate had no sleeping schedule. You couldn't understand how he could listen to this all the time, you often wondered if his hearing was still intact—cause the loud growl of what seemed to be an electric guitar could surely manage to make you deaf by now. 

You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday. Everyone was talking about how sweet their marks were: a tattoo with the letter of their significant other's name, a highlight in their hair matching their future partner's color, and the list could go on. You, on the other hand, had to struggle with listening to something you absolutely despised, without thinking that your soulmate returned the same feeling to your music choice. With a mischievous smile on your face, you made your way to your piano, starting to play one of your favorite songs. God, if only you knew how frustrated your soulmate got. 

"San, you messed up again! Can you fucking focus?" Hongjoong, the leader of their group, Guerrillas, shouted, watching as the culprit lowered his head. 

"I can't, Joong. I can't, because all I hear right now is Für Elise, and it messes my head up!" he shouted too, pulling his hair back in frustration.

The others looked at each other with confused looks; was there something they didn't know? Without actually meaning to, Mingi bursted into laughter, leading Wooyoung to chuckle as well. 

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" he asked San, smirking playfully. 

"I don't. That thing you call soulmate does." 

"You're hearing what your soulmate listens to?!" Wooyoung exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock. 

"Yeah. But you know I'm not into this shit of yours, so let's get back to practice. I'll try and focus." he simply said, taking his guitar again, the strap attached to it hugging his torso perfectly. 

Seonghwa shrugged and signaled the others to start playing, their practice session blooming once again. You could swear that he'd never played music that loud before; it felt like a competition between the two of you, and you smiled at the thought of having him so frustrated. You didn't know who he was nor how he looked, but you were ready to make his life a living hell, as much as he had started to turn yours into one.  

At one point, the music stopped and you managed to sleep a bit, but it was way too little for your liking. You woke up at the sound of your doorbell, your best friend standing behind the wooden door. 

"You won't believe what my boyfriend got me!" she said as soon as you opened the door, barging into your house like it was her own. 

"Do I wanna know?" you sighed, thinking that your best friend's excitement meant chaos. 

"He got me two tickets at his band's concert! We're gonna see the Guerrillas!" she jumped, pulling the two golden-like tickets from her pocket. 

She and Mingi—her soulmate, met a while ago, and since then, she was always talking about him and how much their music grew on her. She must have been so happy now, that her world had finally earned its colors. Her and Mingi's soulmate mark consisted of seeing the world in black and white, until the two of them met. You still remembered how fast they agreed on becoming a couple, and you still wondered how they made it work so well. You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend, mainly because it was the third time she was trying to convince you to go with her, thinking that it would be, somehow, her lucky chance. 

"There's no way I'm going to a rock concert." you protested, crossing your arms. 

"There's no way I'll leave you alone until you say yes." she smirked, shoving one of the tickets in your jacket. 

Nice try, you thought, before taking a moment to actually read the information on the ticket. How bad could it be, after all? Maybe, in this way, you could find more about your soulmate's favorite genre of music. You also thought it was maybe an occasion to meet Mingi's friends; you knew he was in the college's rock band, though you've never met them in this formula.

"Fine. I'm only doing it for Mingi's effort to get you these." you said coldly, side-eyeing your friend when she gave you a bear hug; it was gonna be a long week.

While the two were already making plans for the big day, the boys took a break from their intense practice session, starting to talk about whatever traveled their mind while drinking a can of energy drink. San was absent from their conversation, fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing. The thought of having a soulmate was really burdening him, he didn't want to spend his energy searching for someone he didn't even want to meet. Little San would probably be disappointed, because all he has ever wished for was to grow up and meet his other half. Arts student San, though? He didn't need anything else as long as he had his guitar by his side; a capo and some sheet music could easily solve his problems. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone constantly hearing the feelings he tried expressing through music; it made him feel vulnerable, like he had no personal space anymore.

"San, do you agree with the outfits we've decided on?" Jongho asked, looking curiously at the way too quiet boy. 

"Huh… yeah, sure, sounds great." he replied, avoiding the way Yunho raised his eyebrow at his reply. 

"You didn't pay attention," he sighed, before adding some other words: "Something's definitely bothering you, so talk to us." 

"Is it because of your soulmate? Why don't you just search for her?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the way the elder tensed. "It should stop after you meet, right?" 

"Meeting her means that I have to be committed, and I don't want to commit to her." he spat, putting emphasis on not wanting to do so, and without bothering to spare his friends the slightest glance, he just took his things and left them speechless, in the middle of the studio. 

The week passed fastly, the not-so-wanted (by a certain someone, 'cause the whole college actually went crazy for it) concert finally coming to life. The boys were backstage, trying to memorize their lines or chords for the last time. You and your friend would be late though; because she couldn't let you wear the clothes you would usually wear. 

"I can't believe you want to wear a coat to a rock concert," she sighed, slightly amused by your antics. "They cover songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit, Sweet Child O' Mine and more, and they will most likely sing their own songs as well. This isn't Antonio Vivanti." 

You let out an offended scoff, grabbing the leather jacket she was trying to put on you and wearing it, despite the ick the weird material was giving you. "And it's Vivaldi, by the way. Pay respect!" 

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, or else we will be late!" 

Luckily for her (‘cause you tried to lose as much time as you could), you arrived just when they settled on stage, greeting the ones who came to see them. You couldn't say you weren't a bit jealous whenever you saw the way her and Mingi looked at each other—because it did something to you. But you were scared of being rejected, pretty sure that the soulmate thing wasn't as easy as it seemed. 

Your thoughts were brushed off by the loud sound made by the mix of instruments, making you flinch, to your friend's amusement. Not being able to sneak outside because of her hand constantly holding yours, you decided that the least you could do was to pretend you were enjoying it. The others seemed to have fun too, even the boys, who really owned the stage—until something stole the show. San was taken aback by the way his in-ears worked—or so he thought. The same song they were performing was playing in a faded but bothering way in his ears, making him look at the others with a questionable look. He then made a few gestures to the staff, waiting for the song to stop so he could go and see what was wrong. Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass, meanwhile Mingi almost messed up while playing the drums. 

"We will be back in a few minutes, wait for us, okay?" Jongho screamed, hoping to keep the audience busy for a bit, while the others went to see what was wrong with San; their mics weren't off, though. 

"There's nothing wrong with your in-ears, San. They work perfectly," the staff informed him, a few curse words leaving his mouth. 

"What if your soulmate is at the concert, San?" Yeosang asked innocently, almost like a joke—though the younger boy freezed in his place. 

The audience went crazy; some fangirls gasped and started to whisper several things about San's potential soulmate, meanwhile some of them had the same reaction as San. Some of them even started to run, looking suspiciously at every single girl they saw. "San has a soulmate?", "God, what did she do in her past life?", and so many other phrases that made you scoff. Who was this San and why was he so popular? The influence of his jealous fans spreaded through the whole venue, making the staff finally notice their mics and turn them off, though it was too late—the fuss was already created.

"I don't think that's the case—" Seonghwa tried to protest, but San stopped him. 

"I think that's exactly the case." San looked at them, before throwing his in-ears somewhere. "What should we do now? I don't want to perform anymore." 

"Then… let's wrap it up." Hongjoong sighed, before going back on stage. "Due to some unfortunate events, we need to stop here, darlings. Don't worry, we will come back soon!" He bowed and left the stage, leaving the fans high and dry. In other circumstances, nothing could have made him leave the stage that easily; he would have found a solution. But seeing how messed up his friend was, it made him want to try and understand him, he was going through a quite special phase, after all.

"I will go ask Mingi about what happened, do you want to come?" your friend asked, though your answer didn't even matter, she was already dragging you after her. 

She greeted her boyfriend and the others as if they knew each other since forever, asking them about what was wrong. 

"San hears whatever his soulmate is listening too, and he has only told us a few days ago," Mingi said, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist. 

Your eyes widened at what he said, but you decided to keep composure—maybe it was just a coincidence. 

"And she is into classical music, it's so frustrating. Why would she come to our concert?" San snapped, ignoring the guest his friend's soulmate brought. 

It all made sense to you then. You probably didn't realize the music coming from him because you tried to enjoy the new experience, but it made sense. The two-tone haired boy, the arrogant San everyone was talking about was standing in front of you—moreover, he was your soulmate; and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of being bonded to someone. 

"Who's the lady next to you?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the need to make you feel implied in the discussion. 

"She's Y/N, I dragged her here with me," your friend laughs awkwardly. "She's not a fan, but Mingi got me two tickets so I made use of them." 

"Oh! Do you happen to hear rock music sometimes?" Wooyoung asked, smirking playfully. 

"Uhm… no, sorry." you said, looking at San, who was already looking suspiciously at you. He was really arrogant, you wished to be able to reject him, but he seemed to do it first. 

"Even if she was, I told you guys I don't care. My soulmate can go search for another one." he said, before leaving them, once again. You were the next one to leave, not even caring about the possibility of giving your little secret away.

Even after a few days, you couldn't deny the emptiness you felt the moment you were indirectly rejected by your soulmate—it was definitely noticeable, somewhere in your heart. It was safe to say San didn't feel as good as he thought he would either, even when he rejected the one he was assigned to live his whole life with on purpose. He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it. And the news about his soulmate was spread in the whole college as well, not helping at all; they were making even the outsiders interested in the tea going on. 

"I'm tired of this shit, guys. I won't come to practice today." 

Hongjoong looked at him once again, nodding, not knowing exactly how to comfort his friend in this situation, words long forgotten. San started to walk in the direction of where the studio was, his ears filling with the melodious sound of a piano playing. Like it was a habit of his, his legs guided him to the door, which he cracked open, just to reveal you playing the piano. Your fingers moved skillfully along the piano keys, Debussy's Clair de Lune resonating beautifully in the room. The sweet melody managed to comfort him somehow; he didn’t know if it was the calming nature of the song or the closure he was supposed to have with you, but he felt relaxed, listening peacefully until the painful silence started to bother him. He then took the matters into his own hands—in such a San way. 

"You’ve got some skills, soulmate," he said, his lips stretching into a little smile, though a little dimple made its appearance still. 

You got a bit surprised by his presence, but stopped what you were doing, to return a small smile and answer him. 

"Thank you. I guess you do too." 

"Was that Beethoven?" he asked curiously, sitting on the chair in front of the piano, next to you. 

"Claude Debussy, but A for effort," you said, smiling at his attempt. 

A wave of silence spread across the room, before you decided to break it: "We got off to a bad start, but we can still repair it. I'm Y/N," you said, sticking your hand out to him. 

He grabbed it, shaking it softly. "I'm San, nice to meet you again." He waited for another reaction of yours, but seeing that you didn't plan on saying anything else, he made the next step: "Let's be friends." 

You spent most of the day with him, sharing tips and talking about your opposite passions—though it was well known that opposites attract. Now, that you've gotten to know him a bit better, you could say he was more than just an arrogant guy. 

One month passed since your first interaction with your soulmate, and you would have never expected that there would be more; yet here you were, watching as he excitedly got two tickets from his pocket. 

"You're invited to our concert tonight! My treat this time, for you and our friend." he winked, handing the same golden-like tickets to you. 

"I'll be there, Sannie." you smiled, giving him a side hug before running to your class. He smiled softly, not believing the effect love could have on him.

Furthermore, tonight's stage would be an important one for him; it could mean accomplishment or failure, but he was still willing to try. The boys found him smiling like an idiot—but they enjoyed it, they could tease him about how a certain someone made him change. He never failed to amaze them, but someone definitely brought the best in him. He watched as the boys looked at him, his freshly dyed hair glowing nicely into the dim lights. His hands were covered in a pair of fingerless mesh gloves, fingers full of rings, while his t-shirt was nicely tucked in his leather pants. Some chains were dangling on his neck and waist, and a fake lip ring laid on his lower lip, completing the rockstar look he opted for. 

"Where's San and what have you done with him?" Yeosang joked, entertaining the other seven boys in the room. 

"Shut up, Sang. Are you ready?" Seonghwa asked, taking his mic and retouching the last details for tonight's show. 

"Never been more ready." San smiled, taking his guitar and being the first one to get on stage. 

"Hello guys, thank you for coming today too!" Wooyoung exclaimed, getting ready to perform at his best. 

You and your friend were somewhere in the front row, singing along with the other fans who came to see the eight boys. You were bouncing with her, enjoying the genre you softly became addicted to, but it was surely an influence San had on you. You didn't know what happened to you, but you still had hope, that maybe something would change his mind. Suddenly, the culprit's voice was heard in the whole venue, catching your attention and making you stop whatever you were doing. 

"As you all know, one month ago, I met my soulmate at the concert we held in the same place. I'd like her to join me here, please, Y/N?" he smiled, gesturing for you to get on stage, next to them. 

You looked confusedly at your friend, who pushed you in the direction of the stage, playing their game. You got there, finding yourself in front of the crowd and waving awkwardly at them, not expecting to hear their loud screaming. 

"I know I was a bit of a douchebag at the beginning, and that was definitely not the way you wanted us to meet. I messed up, but I hope you can forgive me." 

The fans cheered up louder, while a big smile found its way to your face, making the boy's lips stretch into one as well. 

"I know I rejected you at the beginning, but let me try to fix things. I hope it's not too late," he laughed softly, before continuing: "Have you started your looking for another soulmate project yet?" 

You burst into laughter, nodding as no a few times. His cheeks got colored in a crimson red tone, and you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.

"Can I have the chance of being the lucky one, then?" he asked and watched as your expression changed, nervousness noticeable in his voice as well. 

"I thought you considered yourself unluck—" Wooyoung interrupted, but Jongho was fast to cover his mouth and prevent him from saying anything else. "You're screwing the moment, Woo." he said, mouth still pressed on his older friend's mouth. 

You laughed at their antics, taking the mic from San's hand. 

"As much as you've annoyed me, I still like you, Choi San. I always did, which is why I would actually love to give you this chance." 

As soon as you finished your romantic little speech, he cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours softly. The fans went crazy, cheering and jumping as the two of you sealed the promise of loving each other forever with a soft kiss. 

"With these being said, I'd like to announce the title of our next album, entitled The sound of our tied souls!" Yunho said, making the night of every single soul attending that concert, the stars shining even brighter above their heads.

You pressed your forehead on San's, admiring his beauty while your noses rubbed lovingly against each other's. The road you had to walk on to find your soulmate was a tough one, but looking back on it, you wouldn't want it another way; you were too excited for your future with your other half—the arrogant boy you started to love, the one destined to be eternally yours. 

#eternally yours collab #kpop oneshots #ateez oneshot #kpop imagines #choi san imagines #san imagines #san oneshot #ateez x reader #ateez x you #san x reader #san x you #ateez fluff #ateez angst #san fluff #san angst #kpop fluff #kpop angst #choi san ateez #ateez soulmate au #san soulmate au

[sundropstories]

My Sweet Druig

Pairing:Druigxreader

Summary: Druig and y/n are very old friends. Who realize they're in love with each other when they finally meet again.

Warnings: None :)

A/n: I Hope y’all enjoy since this is my first. I know it’s pretty short but I never see any Druig fics on here so I thought I’d just make one.

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"And they should be coming up soon so we can start this meeting." I hear Tony say on my way down the stairs into our shared living room.

"Who's coming?" I say taking a seat next to Wanda giving her a small smile. "The Eternals" she responds.

I practically jump out of your seat. "Oh my god! You're joking, I haven't seen them in like, forever."

The truth is I haven't seen them since they split up. Which was the year 1521 so basically forever. I remember, I saw them the week before.

See I may look like I'm only 22, but the truth is I'm 1,492 years old. I'm Asgardian. Hela's daughter, actually.

I was raised as the princess of Asgard. I had this arranged marriage thing with Eros. He was the one who knew the Eternals. We'd hangout with them sometimes. Of course after..you know..I moved into the compound, because Asgard kinda...died..screw you mom!.. We called off our engagement.

—

Ding

The elevator opens. We all stand ready to greet them. I run to the front of the group. "Ahh I missed you!" I squeal and hug everyone.

I start to notice someone's missing. My heart sinks.  I begin checking my surroundings, Maybe I just didn't see him come in.

"Hey! y/n are you okay?" Makkari signs a worried look painting her face. "Yeah, did Druig happen to come with you guys?" I sign back. "He should've been right behi-"

Ding

The elevator opens again. I immediately turn my attention to the dark haired man entering.

"Druig!" I yell running towards him.

I wrap my arm around him as he lifts me off the ground. "Sorry I'm late" he whispers and I can practically feel his smirk.

I pull away while he keeps his arms around my waist. I move my hands to hold his face. "I thought you didn't come." I whisper to him staring in his almost silver eyes. He's so pretty.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips "My sweet sweet y/n, I'd never skip an opportunity to see you again." He leans in just enough to give me a small peck on the tip of my nose.

I giggle as I pull him in for another quick hug. Uhem, we're pulled out of our moment by someone clearing their throat.

We pull away from each other facing the rest of the group. "Right, everyone this is Druig my..um..friend, Dru these are the Avengers."

-

After the meeting everyone spent the rest of the day just getting to know each other. During the meeting we had all decided they'd move into the compound and help us on missions for a bit.

I lean over to my right where Druig sits and whisper just low enough for only him to hear. "Dru, do you wanna go do something else."

"Yeah" he whispers back. We stand and make our way to the balcony for some fresh air.

"So miss y/n you look very different." He says once we're finally alone. "Well yeah, now that there's no Asgard to be princess of , bye bye fancy dresses."

"Good" he says with a small smile. "Good?"

"Yeah, good. I think this suits you better." He says turning his head to look at me. " You don't think I looked good in dresses?" I say looking at him with a confused expression.

"No, you looked good, beautiful even. Just.." He trails off glancing at my lips then back at the stars. "Never mind"

"What? You can't do that!" I say touching his shoulder. "Okay, okay. Just, are you still engaged?" He asks.

I laugh. He gives me a confused look scratching the back of his neck. "What? Why are you laughing?" He says.

"It's just..you're cute and dare I say..a little jealous?" I say a smirk playing on my face. "Wha- I, I'm not..jealous. Why would I be jealous I've always known you'd have to-" I'm not sure where this sudden rush of confidence comes from, but our lips are already connecting.

When we finally pull apart our foreheads still connected, The butterflies begin to catch up to me. His hand resting on my face as the other holds my waist. He lets out a small laugh "I'm gonna take that as a no."

"Good." We pull apart, I turn looking towards the city in attempt to hide the scarlet glow creeping into my face. "Good?" He says mirroring my actions hands now on the balcony railing.

Missing the way they felt around me. "Dru" I say just above a whisper. "Yeah"

"You know that I love you, right?" I notice him shift a bit closer to me. "Of course, I love you too." He says a small smile tugging at his lips. "No Dru, I like, really love you."

He touches my arm with one hand, and with the other softly turns my face to look up at him. "Oh my sweet sweet y/n, I know what you ment."

#druig oneshot #druig eternals #druig imagine #druig fluff #druig x reader #druig #marvel #marvel x reader #eternals

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it). 

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though. 

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything. 

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village. 

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

 "Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind. 

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked. 

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle. 

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze. 

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would. 

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

#druig x reader #druig x human!reader #druig fanfiction #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig one shot #druig oneshot #druig fic #druig fluff #eternals oneshot #eternals x you #eternals fanfiction #eternals fic #eternals x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #mcu fic #writing* #soulmate au

[won4ver]

Sweet eternity - teaser

Lee Heeseung oneshot

pairing : idol!heeseung x vampire!fem!reader

warnings + genre : angst. forbidden love. soulmates. second chance (in a way). full list will be added to the completed fic.

teaser wc : 404

complete wc : ~10k - 15k ?

release date : ???

“maybe we could be sweet eternity”

A shaky breath left his mouth as he looked down into the venue. The cold metal pressed against his palms as he used it for stability.

He could feel you breathing down the back of his neck, lips centimeters away as you both gazed down at the cheering crowd. Even from a hundred feet up he could still hear them so clearly, they’re screaming his name.

“Is it worth it?” you questioned him, his eyes never straying away from the screaming fans below. “Am I worth losing all of this?” He felt your hand rub down from his shoulder, momentarily letting go to lightly grab his waist.

“Worth losing everything for?”

He stayed silent for a moment, breath leaving his body before shaking his head, “No” you smiled softly from behind him, hands letting go. “And that’s okay. you’re still human Heeseung, the world could offer you so much more than i could.”

Tears filled his eyes, head dropping down as his lip trembled. “Don’t cry, baby” He felt your hand grab his face in a gentle hold, “I didn’t expect you to say yes, your life has barely started”

He opened his eyes as he looked up at you, pain evident in his gaze. “But I don’t want to lose you, I want you as well” You shook your head at him, your smile growing fonder as you watched him.

“It’s alright, I’ll wait for you.” You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, arms coming around him in a hug. “We still have our eternity”

Heeseung believed your words, hope blooming in his chest as he hugged you closer. Even with you in his arms he still couldn’t stop looking down at the fans, eyes sparking with their lightsticks.

He couldn’t hear the breaking of your voice, he never noticed the tremble of your hands. He never thought that this was your goodbye, that he was the one ripping your eternity from his own hands. There was no one to blame but himself for what will follow.

You would give the world to have him, but he would take the world even if it meant losing you. Fate was cruel, but maybe his selfishness was even crueler.

Sweet eternity he echoed in his head over and over, the words repeating in a hypnotic way.

Hope would soon become his downfall. A whisper of lies that will consume him in nothing but sweet venom.

@ LVLYHANNI do not plagiarize, translate, copy or repost

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[redheadspark]

Heyy, can I please request anniversary sex with Druig please (no daddy kink)

Have a nice day <33

A/N - OH MY! This is quite the request, but I would love to write it, thank you Anon!!

Tangled

Summary - Druig always loved celebrating your anniversary, even deep in the Amazon Jungle

Warnings - Just some goof ol' fashioned fluff with some Smut swirled in there! This is not straight SMUT, but it's going to be 18+. NO MINORS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"Druig.....Druig honey....I c-can't..."

"Yes you can, luv, just let go and let me take good care of ya,"

You leaned back down a bit, his hands bracing your hips as he was rolling his own hips over and over against you, the delicious friction and warm heat was making you sigh with every push and moan with every roll he gave. Your fingers reached out to touch the edge of the blanket in front of you, your eyes opening briefly and seeing the riverbed within feet of you as the water was rolling back with ease. The lush jungle trees high above you made a massive shield from the moonlight that was shining high above as the linger humidity was still along your naked skin and your hair that was stuck against your hair.

This was not how you pictured the night was going to go, but you weren't complaining.

It was all about the settling: the perfect place away from the village and in a peaceful meadow that was next to one of the outer riverbanks that branched out from the Amazon River. It was your perfect place to go to get away from the chore or the responsibilities of running a village: whether you read a book in the quiet afternoon or doing some stretches in the wee hours of the morning. This was your perfect place, and Druig took you there earlier that night with a dinner in tow and some solar power lanterns in hand too.

After the dinner and some snuggling together, now you were here: sprawled out on your knees as Druig took you from behind.

He gave one hard roll, you mewled out and reached out to cover your mouth before you could fall on the blanket. Yet Druig reached around to have an arm around your waist, hoisting you up on yoru knees in front of him as he was stilll fucking you from behind. The chill of the night was around you, making you shiver as he held you tight agianst him. You sensed him all around you within a second: the dampness of his skin, the calloused fingers along your belly and near your bare breasts that moved with every thrust, his sweat that as mixed with the berries he ate at dinner still lingering on his lips as he kissed your jawline and along your earlobe while his hips were still moving rapidly and keeping.

"You feel so fuckin' good all around me, darlin'." He murmured in your ear as he fucked you over and ever, his hold you both possessive and yet gentle at the same time as your eyes rolled back, "I can do this everyday to ya and I'll never get enough. You're nothin' short but gorgeous and amazin', no one else will ever come close, got it?"

"Mmmph," You replied in a moan as he hit that spot deep inside of your. You wanted to fall forward again from how good it was feeling and how close you were to cumming, but Druig was still going hard and deep and not showing any signs go letting up. It didn't occur to you that you both were out in the open in the jungle, the moon high in the sky and the nightlife of the jungle being heard around you. Yet it wouldn't drown out the sounds of slapping skin and your moans that seemed to morph into the river in front of you and perhaps the wind above.

Yet this wasn't the more obscure place you two fucked. But so far, it was on top of the list.

"I can feel your close, aren't ya?" He hissed in your ear as you rapidly nodded your head. He bit your earlobe very gently, giving you a few more thrust before he placed a hand on your lower back and carefully pulled himself out of you. You were about to protest, wondering what he was up to since all you were thinking about and was consumed with was the intense white searing pleasure he was giving you. But Druig kissed your neck lovingly.

"Lay down for me, luv. Come here," He growled, carefully moving to have you on your back on the blanket. You blinked slowly, trying to breathe agian as your bare back touched the cooling blanket and you saw his dark silhouette above you. You licked your lips, reaching up to touch his face and cheeks with sky finger as he move to lay down next to you on the blanket.

A pause in your love making for certain, but it was sensual as you both were watching each other for the briefest of moments. Druig was covered in sweat, like you, and his eyes were twinkling from both the pleasure and the twilight stars and moon high over your heads. He looked beyond gorgeous to you in the moment, completely naked with nothing to shield him or hide behind. You smiled widely, feeling him move his hand to kiss your palm with his plump lips.

It never took time for you two to be there, it was always there for the pair of you ever since you two came together. Druig always entranced you and took your breath away, yet you never thought you would do the same for him. He loved you with all he had within himself, never giving you doubt that his love for you would never die or wane. You felt or him hard and fast, but that love never diminished. Even now, out in the Amazon and running a village together, it always felt like the first time with Druig when he would take you.

"I love ya," He said in a gulp, then moving with his eyes still on you to line his cock up. You kept your gaze, your back arcing as he slid in nice and slow to making you feel everything. He dived in to slid his lips against your neck as your felt all fo his cock nestled inside of you, as if he was made to be the only one fucking you. Your inner walls were clinching him tight, having him moan against your neck as he moved his hands to spread your thighs out a bit more and then start his thirst again.

This new angle was everything.

"Oh...yes...oh yes..YES," You moaned against his ear, knowing he thrived on hearing you moan on his cock as his thrust stayed deep and at a steady pace. Druig wanted to drawl it out of it, almost like an ache that needed to be scratched adn

There was no rush, not tonight.

Other times you had to quick to avoid being caught by the villagers, whether it was in your little shack early in the morning before breakfast, or around the corner against a tress. Those were still exciting and eventful too, and the rush of it all made your orgasms heightened too. There was even one time when he fucked you along the rocks in the river, not caring that you both were making waves and rocks were digging along your back as he railed you. It was still blissful.

But this, this was on another level.

The way your legs were bracketing his hip as he rolled into you again again like an ever repeating mantra, his mouth leaving bite marks along your collarbone to almost show anyone who would dare to look there who you belonged to. One of his hands even moved down to be right where you two were connected, but before he could touch your clit that was so sensitive, you smacked his hand away. He moved up to lock eyes with you, maybe thinking it did something wrong. His face, though blissed out in pleasure, had a hint of concern as you eyed him with your own glassy eyes.

You reached up to like the pad of your thumb, Druig watching you as you moved your thumb to be on your own clit. Druig's eyes widened as you rotated your thumb once, moaning loudly as Druig almost fell on top from you.

"Fuck," He growled, thrusting harder now as you were giving yourself the heightened pleasure. You were feeling so close to cumming, you could almost taste it yourself as Druig wasn't letting up on his thrusts. You were holding onto him for dear life with your spare hand as your thumb was still working rapidly and making you get closer and closer to exploding.

"I'm gonna cum," he muttered against your neck as you felt it in his hips getting more staggered and his breathing hitched. You pushed your chest into him and bit his jaw, making his moan a bit louder as you found your force.

"Cum for me, Druig. Come on, I wanna feel all of it deep inside of me," You groaned against his ear as you felt your inner walls squeezing his cock just at the right time. Druig was now moaning relentlessly against you as he was thrusting harder and keeping into you. With two more strokes of your thumb against your clit, you were now free falling into the best orgasm you've had in some time.

Druig was cumming shortly after, you feeling him collapse on top of you as his hips were staggering a bit while he was riding out his orgasm. The ever high feeling that always came from being with Druig like this, there was nothing else that could compare with this. The feeling al vow your body and under your skin, the sensation of pleasure searing all in your blood and against your chest.

It was spell binding, and it was all thanks to Druig.

Finally, Druig sighed in relief and in happiness as he collapsed next to you on the blanket, carefully pulling out again and you two were sprawled out together to look up at the small opening of the trees that had you see the star scattered sky. The silent yet noisy jungle was heard around you two as you were catching your breaths and gigging like teenagers. You felt Druig move to drape some of the blanket over both of your bare bodies, then leaning over to kiss your cheek a few times while he too was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"One of our better times together, I think. Though I did almost get tangled in some roots," He hummed against your sweaty cheek as you rolled your eyes.

"And who's fault is that?" You asked him in a chuckle as he playfully glared at you, "Was this not your idea to come out here with our best wine?"

"Don't blame me for you looking so alluring in your dress," Druig replied, poking your side as you giggled. He then wrapped you in his arms, both of your skin cooled down. You looked from the sky over to Druig, seeing him watch you with love in his eyes.

"Happy 700th anniversary, my love," He said to you softly, leaning over to kiss you under the stars.

The End.

Tagged: @heartofwritiing @basicrese @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes

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[witcher-and-henry-cavill-stuff]

Eternal Bond

For centuries, Y/N had roamed the earth as an ancient vampire, her existence marked by an unquenchable thirst for blood and an insatiable desire for knowledge. She had witnessed empires rise and fall, and her heart had grown weary with time. But when she crossed paths with Klaus Mikaelson, a hybrid with a tormented soul, she discovered a connection unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Y/N had always been solitary, content in her solitude as she observed the world from the shadows. But there was something about Klaus that drew her in—a magnetic pull that defied reason. When their eyes met for the first time, a spark ignited, and Y/N felt a flicker of something she thought long extinguished within her.

Klaus, too, was captivated by Y/N's aura, a timeless elegance that spoke of ancient wisdom and untold stories. He saw the weight of the centuries in her eyes, and a curiosity burned within him to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath her immortal veneer.

As their paths continued to intertwine, Y/N and Klaus found themselves drawn to each other, their connection growing with each encounter. They shared conversations that spanned the depths of history, their words dancing in the air like echoes of forgotten times. Y/N's guarded heart began to thaw, and Klaus found solace in the presence of someone who truly understood the burden of immortality.

Their bond flourished amidst the chaos of their supernatural existence. They faced enemies together, their combined strength an unstoppable force. Y/N admired Klaus's resilience, his unwavering determination to protect those he loved, even in the face of insurmountable odds.

Klaus, in turn, marveled at Y/N's wisdom and grace, the way she navigated the world with a quiet strength that belied her true power. He found solace in her presence, a respite from the darkness that often consumed him.

But their love was not without its challenges. Y/N's immortality made her cautious, her heart guarded by centuries of pain and loss. She feared opening herself to vulnerability, knowing that loving Klaus meant embracing the possibility of losing him to the ever-encroaching tide of time.

Klaus, however, refused to let Y/N's fears dictate their fate. He saw in her a reflection of his own longing—for love, for redemption, for a companion to share eternity. He vowed to break down the walls around her heart, to prove that their love could transcend the constraints of time.

Together, they went on a journey of discovery, exploring the depths of their immortal souls. Y/N learned to trust, to let Klaus into the deepest recesses of her heart. And Klaus, in turn, discovered a love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of his own turbulent past.

But as their love blossomed, a darkness loomed on the horizon—a threat that sought to tear them apart. A powerful coven of witches, envious of Y/N's immortality, conspired to sever the bond between her and Klaus, unleashing a torrent of dark magic upon them.

Y/N and Klaus stood united against the onslaught, their love a shield against the forces that sought to tear them asunder. In the face of danger, they fought with a fervor fueled by the depths of their connection. Their powers intertwined, creating a symphony of ancient magic that lit up the night sky.

Yet, even in their triumph, the battle took its toll. Y/N found herself weakened, her immortality waning under the strain of the witches' curses. Klaus, desperate to save her, sought out a cure, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural realm.

In his quest, Klaus discovered an ancient ritual—a beacon of hope that promised to restore Y/N's immortality. With a heavy heart, he embarked on a perilous journey, risking everything to give Y/N the eternity they both desired.

Finally, Klaus returned, armed with the knowledge and power to save Y/N. He performed the ritual, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. As the magic surged through Y/N's veins, she felt the familiar surge of power returning, her immortality restored.

Y/N and Klaus stood before each other, their eyes filled with a love that defied the boundaries of time. The trials they had faced had only strengthened their bond, deepening their understanding of the true meaning of eternity.

In that moment, Y/N realized that love was the true essence of their immortality. It was the thread that wove their souls together, an eternal flame that burned brighter with each passing year. With Klaus by her side, Y/N knew that she had found her forever, a love that would endure through the ages.

And so, Y/N and Klaus continued their journey, their love a beacon in the darkness of their immortal existence. They faced the centuries together, hand in hand,their bond unbreakable and their hearts intertwined. They traversed the ever-changing landscape of the supernatural world, their love serving as a constant source of strength and solace.

Though the years rolled on, their connection remained unyielding. They witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of empires, but through it all, their love endured. They became a legend, whispered in hushed tones among the supernatural beings who crossed their path—a testament to the power of a love that transcended time.

And as the world continued to spin, Y/N and Klaus found comfort in their eternal bond. They reveled in the beauty of the night sky, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined in a love that would endure for all of eternity. In each other's arms, they had found the true meaning of immortality—a love that defied the constraints of mortality and bound them together in an eternal embrace.

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[epiclamer]

Since you do write Supervillain whumpees... may I please request a badly injured and sick Supervillain begging the hero who finds them for help? I need to see more of these powerful arrogant Supervillains begging for mercy, for rescue

Mmmmm yes amazing.

Merciful

If it was anyone else, if it was anyone else Supervillain would’ve been okay with it. But out of every person on the planet that could’ve discovered them, dirty, soaked from the rain, bloody, beaten and bare, it had to be Hero.

Hero, the one who they had duped and outsmarted constantly in battle. The one they had threatened and tortured—playfully only of course, just for a good scare—and bantered with consistently. Their sworn enemy. The one they constantly beat in their battles.

Hero had to find them.

“Don’t… D-Don’t say anything…” Hero’s feet were just barely in Supervillains line of vision from their starfish position on the gravel. Rain pelted down on the pair and Hero knelt down, moving a strand of hair from the supervillain’s face.

The hero chuckled despite the situation. They were worried at heart, but the supervillain didn’t need to know that. “It’s about time the tables turned.”

Supervillain scoffed and it hurt, it hurt so bad they whined. Every breath burnt in their chest and they didn’t have time to joke around, they didn’t have time in general. The sinking feeling of this being their end was a worse pain than their wounds and it crept in steadily with every passing minute.

“I could help you.”

The criminal couldn’t tell if they’d rather spit or laugh in the hero’s face.

“But you’d have to convince me. You’d have to convince me not to take you back to Superhero themselves and send you to a rehabilitation program.”

The words “rehabilitation program” sent an involuntary shiver down Supervillain’s spine. Their beating was bad, but the workers there could do worse. They were cruel and would stop at nothing to have villains trained into perfect little puppets.

The thought made Supervillain gag.

Causing another rush of pain to spike through them. They couldn’t keep up their stoic act much longer, they were either going to pass out or throw up and neither one was going to be pretty. The last thing they wanted was to start begging the hero to take them in and spare their life, but if they were left here they would die.

Supervillain wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Please…” They groaned, face turned down into the gravel as they begged. “Please, H-Hero… I-I’m sorry…”

The crime-stopper couldn’t help but stare, they wanted to act, but listening to their mortal enemy beg for a saviour, beg for forgiveness. It froze them on the spot. When they had asked Supervillain to convince them, they definitely didn’t have this in mind.

“Pleasepleaseplease… I-I promise I-I’ll do better… p-please hero…” The supervillain coughed as the cold weather seeped into the last of their bodily warmth, even their blood was cold now, old and new. They weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please Hero… I-I don’t want to die…”

That was enough to break the hero, shattering their heart as they quickly snapped back to reality. Pulling the supervillain close and helping them into their arms. The criminal was completely limp—which didn’t help the situation—but with their amount of blood loss, Hero didn’t even question having them move.

At first, once they had gotten the supervillain comfortably sat in their arms, they hesitated. Unsure of their next move, Supervillain obviously needed a doctor, maybe even a team of doctors with their amount of wounds. But no doctor with any common sense would take Supervillain within a mile of their hospital.

Hero couldn’t wait any longer, they had to get Supervillain out of the pelting rain and inside to warm up and stitch their wounds. They would have to push aside their fear of gore and deal with it. Supervillain needed a hero right now and Hero felt like everything but that by keeping them outside.

Subconsciously, as they walked, Hero planned their every step for once they got to the safety of their home. Making sure they handled all the details to a perfect T.

That is, of course, before they stepped inside the welcoming apartment and remembered the most important detail of all. Their meeting with an awfully shocked looking Superhero.

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[tinythebunni]

Druig x innocent reader

Such a Dumb Little Thing

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Druig is not a good man. Sure, he’s an immortal eternal, but by no means was he a hero. Hero’s are good people, hero’s only ever have good intentions. Hero’s do no wrong. But he’s saved people, he’ll be saved the planet! But what he planned on doing to you, that made him lose all hero points.

Druig first saw you 2 years after the emergence. After he rebuilt his village, he decided to move to Queens. He had some friends there after all.

Once he arrived at the Avengers Tower and had a brain cell splitting conversation with Loki’s oaf of a brother Thor, he went to the library to find him.

Once he saw his old friend, he stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice his presence. But you can’t exactly scare the God of Tricks, now can you?

“You seem as brooding as ever.” Loki said with mirth in his voice.

“And you seem as depressed as ever. How’s the daddy issues?”

“How’s the fake God?”

Eventually, neither one of them could keep it together. As soon as their eyes connected they burst out laughing. They gave each other a side hug and reconnected.

Druig is in the living room now, listening to Loki hum an Asgardian hymn. Druig was listening as he read The Odyssey. He was half way done when the elevators opened up, with two teens stepping out.

One, being Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man. The arachnid avenger. The second, being unknown to Druig. But he wanted to change that. This one drew him in.

She was tall, most likely above 5’7. Soft locks flowing down to her breasts, wavy and beautiful. Her eyes, a beautiful dark brown. But her clothing, a beautiful indicator of her innocence.

This angel in front of him, this goddess, was wearing a pink milkmaid dress. Her tits practically flowing out the top. The dress just barely covered her ass, falling down to mid thigh. She had on knee high socks with a light pink bow in the middle, and Mary Janes to cover her feet.

She was a wet dream. With her hair in pigtails and adorned in bows, she looked ready for him to take her. And yeah he meant fuck when he said “take her” but he also meant literally take. He planned on kidnapping her.

In his mind, it wasn’t exactly kidnapping. It was relieving her of her duties. She’d be his pretty little housewife. His own personal cum dump. She’d walk around in that dress or only an apron and knee socks. His pretty house wife.

“Oh, hi mister Loki! This is Y/N, she’s my friend from science!” Peter said.

It seemed Druig hadn’t been noticed yet. But you noticed him. You were staring, quite hard to be honest. His leather jacket made him seem all the more attractive.

“H-Hello! I’m Y/N, but you already knew that. Peter just introduced me, I’m sorry that was dumb.”

She’s cute. Quite adorable actually.

“Hello Bunny. Pleasure to meet you.” Had you not been standing, you would’ve clenched your legs together. A way to relive the ache between your thighs.

You’d let him use you if it meant he’d kiss you. You barley knew the man but you’d made up your mind.

“I, um, oh my god. I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too! What’s your name?” You asked as you sat next to him on the couch. Peter would’ve taken a picture if he had his camera on him.

You, dressed in pink and white, cheeks aflame and thighs clenched. Next to this Eternal, dressed in all black, brooding and a dark demeanor to him. Truly comical.

“I’m Druig. I’m a friend of Loki’s.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you! Loki’s really nice to me, so any friend of his is a friend of mine!”

“Oh bunny, I don’t wanna be your friend.” Druig said with a smirk. Loki and Peter took this as a cue to leave, you two looked five seconds from fucking.

With teary eyes you asked, “you don’t?”

“Oh no bunny. I wanna be more than that. I wanna do some things that friends that don’t do with each other.” And with that, he walked to the guest room

It’s been a week. You’ve come over to the tower every day since you met Druig. Everyday it was a game of cat and mouse. He’d stare and you’d blush and never look. Too scared to even try. But tonight was different.

Peter invited you to have a sleepover and you gladly accepted. You guys watched Star Wars (Peter’s choice) and Barbie (your choice).

It’s 2am now. Peter’s sleep, has been for a while. You on the other hand, haven’t fallen asleep yet. You’re horny (all Druig’s fault) and hungry. A bad combination.

Walking out to the kitchen, you grab an apple and sit on the counter. While scrolling on your phone, you hear foot steps walking towards you. You don’t look up, half expecting it to be Peter.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up before New Years. Surprise surprise.”

“Ooh, you’ve got a slick tongue, now don’t ya.” You look up at the voice of the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts.

“I know a few tricks with my tongue too.” He says with a smile. Two can play at that game.

“Proof?”

“Oh my god! mmm nghhhh! Please Druig please!” You’re on his bed now, completely naked, while he’s still fully covered. Leather jacket on and everything.

Suddenly he stops. Removes his fingers from your puffy cunt, tongue from your clit, and head from in between your thighs.

You whine in protest, writhing and whimpering with need. You open your mouth to speak, but Druig beats you to it.

“Call me Daddy.”

You nod your head and beg him to continue. He lays his right hand on your abdomen to keep you from arching up. The thumb on his left hand finds your clit and runs figure eights. He just seems to be doing everything right.

You get close in seconds, it’s your first time even being touched like this. You’ve never even touched yourself before! You’ve never masturbated! (Your slick coating Mr.Carl the bear begs to differ.)

He can tell your close, he gets impossibly faster with his thrusts. Your a moaning mess underneath his hands, turning into putty for him to use.

The bed is moving too much for it to be just from him fingering you. You sit up just a little bit to look down and confirm your suspicions. Druig is jumping the corner of the bed. Hot.

The sight of Druig grinding against the bed sets you over the edge. You cum all over his hand, your slick covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm.

“Mhmm, virgins get wet so easily. Can’t wait to feel your soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You thought he’d stop already. You’d already came, that much was evident, so why was he still pumping his fingers in and out of you?

“Mmm, dr-daddy it’s too much!”

“Be quiet or I’ll shut you up myself.” Don’t gotta tell you twice.

You muffle your whimpers with the palm of your hand, the other one finding the bed sheets to ground yourself. You were feeling floaty already.

Druig making you call him daddy, the overstimulation of him fingering you, and the tears slowly running down your cheeks was too much.

You slipped your thumb into your mouth, a coping mechanism you used when overwhelmed. Usually when you do this you’re stressed because of a test, not because you’re being fingered by an absolute God.

“Such a dumb bunny, I beg there’s not a single thought in your head right now that ain’t about me” Druig smiled. Keeping his eyes on you, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He planned on making you cum 4 times tonight. One orgasm for each time you made him hard that day.

You could feel him deep inside you, his tongue claiming you all over again. You squirmed as you found yourself getting close to the edge again. And Druig new this too.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum, look away, and I’ll stop and leaving you begging me to cum.” You nodded in submission and listened.

Once you found yourself about to cum, you looked at Druig with begging eyes. You looked so pathetic right now, it made him chuckle. The vibrations from his laughter sent you over the edge. Your eyes almost rolled back, but Druig smacked your thigh before they could.

While Druig helped you ride out your orgasm, you made eye contact the entire time. Once your high was over, you were left panting and staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh baby, we aren’t even close to done yet.”

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