#druig x avenger!reader

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avengers

bucky barnes [2]

clint barton

druig

hobie brown

loki laufeyson [2]

marc spector

matt murdock

miguel o'hara

miles morales

peter parker

pietro maximoff

sam wilson

stephen strange

steve rogers

thor odinson

tony stark

[sideblogofhell]

a body with two souls

summary: there are stories about who druig truly is, he lets you see a glimpse of the truth pairing: druig x male reader word count: 1.3k warnings: 18+ warning, mutual masturbation, mind control, dom!druig, kinda dark if u put your mind into it, if u dont like ignore a/n: part three im back!

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Stars don’t fall for men, and gods don’t come down from the heavens for men. There were stories passed down in the commune, that the leader was a god that came down with other gods. That they were there when the first civilizations were forged, guiding man as they advanced.

The leader had always loomed in the community like a shadow, with his dark robes and his black hair against his pale skin, he was like some dark angel on Earth. He would walk around and deal with troubles in the community, settling disputes and administering justice. You’ve grown fond of him, he was always gentle to you, his soft voice always over your shoulder showering you with praises as you cooked for everyone. 

After everyone was served dinner he thanked you for the wonderful meal and asked if you would meet him before midnight outside his cabin. You stood outside his door under the moonlight, it grew quite dark in the commune at night when the torches were turned off. His voice creaked in the door like he instantly knew of your presence. Come in, his voice echoed in your head. 

You opened the door to his cabin, it was a small space. There was a fireplace at the back of the room with an antique throne chair near it, his bed at the side with animal furs as rugs. There were some old relics on a shelf along with some old leather-bound books. Some torches lit the room, the cold air leaving your skin in exchange for the heat of the fire. 

“How was your day?” he asked, approaching you with a swiftness that felt inhuman. His hand reached for yours, warm around your cold palms. His blue eyes were set on yours. “Dinner was splendid as always.”

“It was good,” you said, your voice hitched at the end of the sentence. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, you’re always splendid,” he said smiling. Your eyes were set on your feet avoiding his gaze. His index finger touches your chin, lifting it so that your eyes meet his. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You swore for a second that his eyes glimmered a faint gold. 

“Do you know what people say about me?” he asked, leaving you to place more wood on the fire. There were indeed whispers about Druig. That he was a god with the power to influence people’s minds, or that he was one of the angels that rebelled against god. 

“They say you were a trickster, that you toyed with man’s deepest desires,” you said. He hovered around you, his cold presence made the hairs on your skin rise. “Or that you’re a fallen angel.”

“I’m no angel,” he laughs. “But I do know everyone’s deepest fantasies.”

“How so?”

“Not important—but it is interesting that you find the idea of me seducing you somewhat arousing,” he whispered to your ear. You fell back in shock, your back falling into his chest. He trails his nose on the skin on your nape, taking in your scent. 

You had thought about it, his dominating presence was arousing to you. You would sometimes think of it at night as you touched yourself, wanting him to take you for his. Maybe the whispers were right, he truly was a trickster god. 

“What a naughty boy you are,” he smirked, he traced his fingers on your arm, his light touches drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you so bad. “If I told you that the whispers are true would you run away from me?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

He walked around so that his body was in front of you, towering over you. “Do you trust me?” he said, his hands cupping your face. 

“Yes, sir.”

He takes you near the fireplace, taking a seat on the throne chair, legs sprawled. Kneel, his voice whispered inside your head, as if it were your thoughts. Tonight you give up yourself to me, that is what you want right? You nod, looking up at him as you knelt. 

Show me how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me. 

Your cock throbbed inside your pants, you palmed it to the sound of his voice inside your head. You took out your sex and started stroking, it was achingly hard. You let saliva drip out of your lips to your cock, the slippery sensation drawing out moans from you. You see him start to palm his erection, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, something about this amused him. 

He took out his thick cock and started to stroke it at the very same pace you were stroking. His free hand cupped his balls as his pink tip glistened against the fire. In your head, you would have crawled to him and taken him into your mouth. You felt drunk like any sense of inhibition was taken away from you as your fingers wrapped around your cock.

Would you give yourself up to me? 

You nodded like a hungry dog, eyes beady in front of him. Druig looked down onto the moaning mess at his feet, cock leaking, your face flushed as your hand pumped your sex. He wanted to take things further, control your mind to his pleasure. To place himself inside your body for him to control, he had never done it with anyone, but your pleading eyes made him almost lose it.

“Please use me, sir.”

That was it. You saw his eyes fully glow a bright gold, like shining stars in front of you. Your body felt light like your soul lifted from your body. You were fully aware of your body’s sensations but you couldn’t move your limbs. Druig was in control of your body, he could feel your hardness alongside his. With his own will, your hands started to stroke your cock, his hand stroking his own at the same pace. It felt like someone else’s hands were stroking you, it was a strange but satisfying feeling. 

Your body felt insane, like your body had two souls, your and his taking control of your body. Your hips started to thrust into your hand, you were fully fucking your hand like it were someone's body. Druig’s hand was already wet with precum, the slippery sounds of your cocks filled the room alongside the sounds of burning wood. The sight was intoxicating to Druig, a moaning mess, you were. Your body crawled nearer to him, his hand running through your hair as he pumped his cock. 

Your whole arm was moving like clockwork, stroking your member to the point that it was aching red, leaking precum on the carpeted floor. Druig was close, his hips bucking into his hand as his chest heaved. You were already panting, sweat dripping down your forehead. You looked up at him, mouth agape as you reached for air. Druig projected his pleasure to your mind, the feeling was so alien to your body that it drew your mind to a blur, the pleasure coursing through your body like a strange wave of electricity. 

The feeling of the two of you nearing climax in your feeble mundane mind was sending you into ecstasy, you were panting like crazy, Druig too. He was groaning under his breath, his thick cock blushing pink as he stood up holding your head. At the same stroke of your hands, you shot cum on his leather boots crying out in pleasure, as Druig let out a loud groan of pleasure as his cum released into your mouth, some smearing across your face. 

You dropped down to the carpet floor in fatigue, chasing your breath after what happened. Druig picked you up and carried you to his bed, cleaning you up with a damp cloth. He later joined you in bed, stroking your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. Myths were right, the trickster god did indeed toy with people’s pleasure. 

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[redheadspark]

Can you write that Druig x Fem!eternal!reader have a fighting training moment, he tease her little bit during that so...😏 just fluff

A/N - Hey! Sorry for taking so long, I had to finish my prompt session! This was amazing to write, thanks for requesting this, anon!

Soft

Summary - Druig knows how to talk, but you know how to fight.

Warnings - Some teasing and some fluff :)

“Again.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, do it again,”

You eyed him as he was making fists at his sides, his icy blue eyes were watching you like a predator who was eyeing his game.  To him, he probably thought this was a game, which made sense since he was the one who wanted to spar with you and learn how to fight.  Properly fight, in his words.  

But for him to ask you?  That threw you off since you knew you weren’t the best fighter amongst all the Eternals.  That was left to Thena, she made fighting look so easy and almost like a dance.  Even Gilgamesh was better at fighting than you were, with his brute strength he would knock a boulder back as if it were a flower petal.

Druig was no fighter, being the mind reader of you all he stayed out of the physical fights against the Deviants.  He could control a crowd of humans instantly with a simple gaze, so there was no real need for him to get his hands dirty.  

But he was intrigued and wanted to learn, which is what brought him to you one afternoon on the Domo before you were going to go on patrol with Gilgamesh.

“You just wanna….learn?” You asked him, seeing him fold his hands behind his back and simply give you his signature smirk and a shrug.

“Better to prepare myself in case it’s needed,” He replied smoothly, you giving him a suspicious look.  Druig was always mysterious to those around him, whether he tried to be or not.  There was always something hidden within him that no one could pinpoint, and this was one of those instances.  You looked from him to Gilgamesh, who simply shrugged and chuckled as you looked back at Druig.

“Why me?” You asked, seeing him smirk at you as his eyes drilled into yours.

“I heard you’re an excellent teacher,” he smoothly replied.  Gilgamesh snickered behind you, and you felt the tips of your ears burning.  Something in your mind was telling you that he was playing games with you, wanting to get a rise out of you and make you sweat.  He was always like this with the others, with you, when it came to his own amusement.  Snide remarks, and jokes under the breath, but they were all harmless in a way.  Yet this time, just in the way he said it and in how he was observing you for your reaction, you didn’t feel like giving him the light of day.

“Fine,” You replied shortly, seeing him grin widely in return.  

“Fine,” he echoed.  But you were already thinking of a great way to teach him how to fight.

By breaking him.

“Druig, I’m not gonna keep going if you’re on the verge of breaking an arm,” you advised him as he was souring off again, his feet planted on the ground and the adrenaline still seeping through his skin.  You could see it, his energy draining him with every round you two were doing.  It was making you want to ease and pull back a bit, but the other times you tried he was pushing you to not hold back with him.  From the very start, he wanted you to be hard with him, which surprised you when you both met up together in one of the smaller rooms in the Domo that was turned into a makeshift training room.

“I don’t want easy, understand?”

“You sure you wanna request that?”

“Yes. Don’t hold back with me,”

“I can do It,” he said to you, but even his voice sounded out of breath with his hair plastered to his head.  You rolled your shoulders, feeling some of the strain yourself since you both were sparring rather hard this day.  It was getting hard for you to find a good spot to pin him down, he was a faster learner and was picking up on questions and punches quickly.  Compared to the very beginning, you would be throwing him over your shoulder within two moves or knocking him off his feet with a swipe of your leg.  He wasn’t quick or light on his feet, he mostly had lead feet and slow hands.  

But if there was one thing Druig would never do, was quit.  

He took every beating and every defeat, his skin would be covered in bruises and his muscles would scream out in strain as the days rolled by.  But he would always show up, you think that he would fold after the first week or two.  Not that you had no faith in him, you did to a certain point.  But Druig was never a fighter by nature, and for him to go against his nature didn’t seem like him at all.  

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying I won’t.” You changed your wording, though now he was giving you an inquisitive look while you placed your hands on your hips.

“Sounds like you’re going soft on me,” he teased to which you raised a brow.

“This coming from you who is about to collapse in exhaustion,” You countered back, though he cracked a big grin.  You knew this was part of his game, using his words as a weapon to try his opponent off.  He did it with Ikaris so many times, along with Sprite when those two would get in a spat.  But now he was trying it with you, and you were trying your best to not let it show.

“You would like to see that, wouldn’t you?” He hummed, maybe hoping that you would smile.  But it was only giving your more adrenaline, to wipe the smirk off his face and to make him eat his words.  He saw your fists at your sides getting tighter and tighter, your legs locking in, and your eyes training in on him.

“Fine, we’ll go one more round,” You replied shortly, Druig’s smirk getting a bit bigger.  Perhaps he thought he got the best rise out of you and was going to win this little game he liked to play. But then again, he must not have known the side of you that you rarely showed the others, only in the heat of battle.  

“You know, softness does look good on you,” He said lightly.  You felt the lick of adrenaline come back over you again from his words, which were trying to shoot you like darts and trying to penetrate you.  But all you wanted to do at this point was shut him up, to somewhat put him in his place with how he was treating you.  There was no doubt you two were friends, but he also knew how to use his words to make himself feel superior.  It worked on Ikaris, on Sprite, and now he was trying to work it on you.

No. Not gonna happen

You made it across the room in a few strides, dodging the first punch he threw out with ease, and threw one back.  The sparring was brutal now, both of you going swiftly and with ease as punches and kicks were being thrown left and right.  Neither one of you were holding back, some cheap shots to the jaw or to the ribs and you dodging everything he gave you.  You did the same with him, noticing how quick he was now and simply not just trying to avoid a punch. 

But he got you in a good enough hold with both of your arms, his own arms wrapped around yours tightly as he was pressed against your side.  You tried to shrug it off one or twice, but he had some strength against him now as he chuckled right against you, almost in your ear.  His body heat longing for yours, his sweat mingling with yours, and simply being this close was enough to make you almost forget the position you were in.  The kind of intimacy that you had with the others being on the ship for so long together, you all had a connection of family and of leaning on one another.  

But this, this was different, this felt like a different kind of intimacy that you never felt before. The kind to make your heart beat a bit faster, to make your head a bit lighter, and that sense of safety being close to him.  But it was odd since he was always there, from the moment you all came to Earth.  Yet now, it felt like a shift.

“I like seeing this side of you, you know,” he said against your ear, making you almost shiver as you were still trapped in his hold, “And to think I got you all soft too,”

You glared.  That did it.

Pivoting with your leg, you pushed it up to be parallel to your body, then pushed Druig a bit to have your foot hit him square in the head as a distract him.  It worked, his grip on your arms loosening slightly but enough to have you move.  Throwing your leg back down as he stumbled from being kicked between the eyes, you know him back with your body and turn to back him.  You knocked him off his feet with your leg within a millisecond, seeing him fall on his back and you perched over him.  Grabbing his arm to pin it down with one hand and the other hand on his neck, right on a pulse point where you knew was his weak spot.

It all happened so quickly, one minute he had you pinned against him and the next he was pinned beneath you on the ground.  But something inside of you snapped, something animalistic and that wanted to prove that you weren’t going to be swayed by him.  You knew your own strength, your own worth when it came to being in a fight, and your ability.  But the way Druig was looking up at you, pinned to the ground and having no way of getting out of it, you saw something in his eyes.  There wasn’t hate, nor was there rage that you won at his own game.

Shock?  Astonishment?  What was it?

“Am I soft now?” You asked, your hand on his neck still soft enough to let him breathe but there was still a grip to keep him in control.  He gulped, you feeling it along your fingers as his blue eyes were searching yours.  Now he was hard to read, which was bothering you now since you felt like you went too far in both kicking him in the head and slamming him to the ground.  But then again, he was keeping his eyes on you.  No longer was he looking at you like some prize, there was another way he was looking at you.  Yet you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“No,” He gasped, not in pain, but out of breath.  Slowly, you were moving your hand away from his neck, right where you were feeling his pulse dancing against his skin and along your fingers.  This was a new sense of intimacy neither of you ever experienced with one another before, and it was fresh and raw and new.  Something inside of you was frightened by this, but it also felt….right. 

You released his arm and his neck, moving quickly to go back up on your feet and holding your hand out for him to grasp.  He was still sprawled on the floor, frozen like he was stuck against the ground, and had his eyes still on you in amazement.  You surprised him plenty of times in sparring sessions, yet this didn’t look like a surprise.  It looked like he was….having an out-of-body movement.

“We’re done for the today, okay?” You asked gently, seeing him finally move his arm up to grasp your hand.  You hoisted him up, seeing him nod his head and still silent as you smiled.  The mood was still tense amongst the pair of you, but it was better than how it was a moment before when you two were tangled in each other’s arms.  

“Come on, let’s get some food,” You said to him, seeing him smile in return for the first time.  It made you feel better to see him smile, not to see him scowl or seem angry with how you handled him. But then again he did ask for you not to hold back, to not reserve your strength to him.  You walked on, thinking he was behind you as you were feeling rather flushed from what just occurred.

You didn’t realize that you left Druig there, speechless with one of his hands reaching up to touch his neck where your fingers were.  You didn’t realize that his mind was turning and wandering to new thoughts, and new feelings.  

You especially didn’t realize that he was suddenly enraptured with you.

The End.

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[ittoehurt]

im still mentally 13 but with bigger tits

[male-fictioner]

Marvel

Avengers

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Hulk

Thor

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Eternals

Ikaris

Fuck You! (smut)

Druig

Spiderverse

Peter B Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Nerdo! Miguel x GN! Reader Headcannons

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine being Clints sibling and falling for Druig:

Requested: anon

"I still don't like him."

"Of course you don't." You knew he was only half-joking now, but he didn't used to. He hated Druig. He hated how stubborn he was, how cocky, how you annoyed over your feelings for him when you weren't sure he even wanted to be friends with you. He hated that this idiot changed you so much. You were his happy sidekick, always smiling, always trying to find the silver lining in the worst possible situation. You could make him laugh no problem and understood unlike anyone else in his life that sometimes that's all he needed after a long day or a mission gone wrong: a little joy. You were his ray of sunshine. If that moron couldn't see that in you and appreciate it, then he didn't deserve you. End of story.

"How old is this boy?" Clint smiled, already knowing the answer and that you hated this question. He had a little more respect for him after what happened. You weren't supposed to be on your own. You never should have been involved in the first place, and yet there you were, trying to fight off Ikaris with what little training your brother had given you. There was no time to think about that though, you just had to figure it out. They all thought you were dead. You shouldn't have survived that kind of fall, miraculously you did, though he didn't know it at the time. Druig fell apart. He'd only been cruel to you because he didn't know how to be soft, he didn't know how to express those kinds of emotions. He was the one who tore Ikaris apart, he could have taken the earth with him if Makkari hadn't realized you were still breathing. When he ran to you, his hands shaking, that's when you knew your feelings were reciprocated. You've been together, and he's been overly protective, ever since.

"You're older than Laura." You reminded him, setting down another plate. Druig was coming to family dinner, a tradition that'd started months ago when your relationship was still new. Your brother wanted to know everything about him. Your sister-in-law loved him from the start, called him a sweet boy when he offered to clear the table. Clint wasn't so sure. He didn't like Druigs powers, his mind had been messed with enough, or the fact that he was so much older or that you were together at all. It didn't help that Druig reminded him, often, about your near death experience. Where Druig saw strength, your brother saw a world without you. You couldn't blame him for what he was feeling, you just wished there was something he could do to warm up to him. If saving you wasn't gonna do it, what would?

[blackbat05]

MCU/MARVEL MASTERLIST

THE ETERNALS

SHANG-CHI/SHANGQI

BUCKY BARNES

FRANK CASTLE

MOON KNIGHT (STEVEN GRANT)

NAMOR

STEPHEN STRANGE

MULTIPLE AVENGERS

JIMMY WOO

JOAQUIN TORRES

ADAM WARLOCK

MIGUEL O’HARA (SPIDERVERSE)

[randommultifandomrants]

All of the fandoms I’m apart of

Teen wolf

Avatar (the one with the tall blue aliens)

Stranger things

The maze runner

Marvel

Harry Potter

Twilight

The originals

The flash

Super girl

Supernatural

Criminal minds

And I’m including Måneskin because I love them dearly

[heartofwritiing]

always come for you part one

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader 

summary: after the events of eternals comes the arrival of eros, who has news of the rest of your family being captured by arishem. Determined to get them back you and the four other remaining eternals including a dane whitman set off on a rescue mission.

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a/n: Happy one-year anniversary to eternals! I've literary been working on this since august and I'm super proud of it! I want to thank @redheadspark for helping me and giving me the inspiration to write this! if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn't have actually written this fic. i'm so grateful for her chatting with me and giving me ideas truly. Hillary this is for you! please go give her a follow she's an amazing writer and person! This is kinda like my prediction fic of how I would want eternals 2 to go i guess but this is just fanfiction, I literally put my heart and soul into this fic and I hope you guys enjoy it! 

word count: 6,266

warning(s): strap in this is a long one! violence, angst, fluff, emotional, mentions of avengers infinity war & endgame events, unedited! 

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You’ve never been this homesick, wanting to be back on earth with Druig was all you wished for. Possibly living somewhere in the north since you’d spent centuries in South America in the blazing warm climate. The only reason you were here was because of Ajak. You had a strong inclination that she would've wanted you to go out and find other Eternals and share the truth, so you could all be free to live your lives. But you were miserable up here. You didn’t care about going back to Olympia or any other planet for that matter. Earth always had been and is your true home. 

 You and Druig had split up from the group around the 1500s in South America, building a small community not too far away from where Tenochtitlan used to be. That was where you had remained until Sersi and the rest of the crew had shown up to inform you about a celestial that was going to annihilate the entire planet from its birth. 

 You and Druig had split up from the group around the 1500s in South America, building a small community not too far away from where Tenochtitlan used to be. That was where you had remained until Sersi and the rest of the crew had shown up to inform you about a celestial that was going to annihilate the entire planet from its birth. 

You were shocked but inclined to get up and fight for this world you developed to adore over time. You had seen disaster and accord take many forms, and through it, all humans never ceased to surpass your expectations. You loved Earth and its inhabitants too much to see it perish, all for the sake of a cosmic being who thought it was superior by obliterating an entire population of life for their gain.

As for your nightmares, they weren't getting any better. The nights you did get some sleep was the ones where Druig laid awake to keep your mind at ease with his powers. 

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 It’s been weeks. Nothing had been heard from any of your family back on Earth. Makkari stands below a hologram of a map of where the Domo was drifting through space. You and Druig sat by side on one of Phastos’ old work tables snacking on some grapes you had brought on your journey. Your shoulders pressed together left no space between you both, it wasn't unusual for you to be this close, considering you’ve been together a long time. 

“It doesn't worry you?” you question popping the red fruit in your mouth, the sweetness flowing into your taste buds. 

“What?” Druig asks, eating a grape as well, not looking away from the hologram. 

“That we haven't heard from Sersi or the others since we left?” 

“I'm sure she’s fine, We're probably too far out for any signal to reach any of them,” 

You shook your head in doubt, You weren't buying it. Something seemed wrong to you and it filled you with high anxiety levels. The nightmares you’d been having recently weren't helping your opinions on this either. Nearly every night since you arrived back on the Domo, you’d been having these very vivid dreams. You would wake up screaming, tears rolling down your face and Druig would be there to comfort you. It was always the same dream of Arishem coming and taking everything you held dear away. 

 If something was awry would Sersi or even Phastos contact you about it? What if Airshem had discovered what you’d all done at succeeding in stopping Timut? Would he lay his judgment upon you all or worse Earth? 

You couldn't have that happen, if no one else would say it you would. You had to go back as soon as possible. You stood from your seat next to Druig and stepped to the middle of the room and crossed your arms, Makkari noticed the worried expression on your face. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you say. “we have to go back,” You also signed for Makkari.

Unexpectedly Makkari paused her movements as she began signing to you and glanced at the doorway to the lab. Before you could question her you sensed a source of energy coming from the corridor behind you. 

You saw from the corner of your sight how Thena stood alert from her loose position and summoned her spear and shield. You bulked up clenching your hands into fists, surging your power into your hands as it tingles throughout your skin. Druig on the other hand looked at the three of you in confusion while he munched on his sandwich, oblivious to the danger you three ladies sensed practically immediately. 

A figure with pointy ears had suddenly teleported through the room with a loud crash as he landed face-first onto the floor. Your hands glowed brighter as you stood prepared for anything, if it was a fight so be it. The stranger cackled and stood up on its two feet as it mumbled something about drunk teleporting. You were about to question who he was and what he wanted. He held his hand up and cleared his throat. As if imitating a fanfare he started speaking. 

“Behold, the royal prince of Titan,” 

Another portal appeared on the threshold of the lab, casting a rainbowish glow when another figure walked through as the elf creature continued. 

 “Brother of Thanos, the Knave of Hearts, defeater of Black Robert..” 

“Roger.” the voice corrected. 

 The name Thanos didn’t slip past you, the name sent chills down your spine, and fear seeped into your chest. You’ve heard the name numerous times before, it plagued your mind for five years and whoever this was, was the brother of the most feared alien in the galaxy. Druig caught the distressed look in your eyes, he knew that name was like a stab to the chest for you, and many others across the universe. 

 You had lost so many people to the snap who were very dear to you. Druig had never seen you like that, so lost and hopeless that he was scared he lost you to the darkness when you had first shown up at his compound in the Amazon five years ago. 

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2018

 You opened a portal and touched down on wet soil. There was a heavy downpour of rain coming down on you soaking your spandex but you didn't care, it wasn't important. You took off in a sprint toward the small familiar village a few feet away. You hadn't been here in over three years but it still looked the same, with the old wooden buildings that hadn't been renovated in over twenty years still standing firm. You ran through the courtyard past people who were weeping in despair. 

They cried out to the skies above in their native language, to the gods above, why, why was this happening? but there was no reply and you knew why. You knew exactly what was happening, it was like a ripple effect around the universe all transpiring simultaneously. A wave of defeat on you and your team for failing… Strange had said this was it, the endgame but how could something like this possibly be the outcome of victory? 

You felt numb watching your new friends turn into dust, feeling useless to stand there and not be able to do anything. Everything came slamming down on you emotionally as you stood around the remaining Avengers. until you thought of Druig. and without even thinking you opened a portal to the Amazon and jumped through, leaving everyone behind you in a state of bewilderment. He had to be here, if you didn't dust then he couldn't have right? You spotted Sofia who was sitting in a rocking chair, her family had lived in the village for generations and you remember when she was just a baby and now a grown woman with her baby on the way. You rushed over to her in bathed breaths she had to know where Druig was. She noticed you running up to her and smiled at you warmly. 

“y/n! ¡Qué bueno verte!” she said. y/n! So good to see you!

“es bueno verte también, you touched her arm. “sabe dónde está Druig?” you stammered. It’s good to see you as well, do you know where Druig is? Your Spanish was a little rusty and your voice was shaken but she seemed to understand you just fine. 

Sofia nodded and pointed towards the main building where village meetings were held and informed you he was in there with a few villagers. You thanked her and took off bidding her goodbye, you would apologize for such a rude farewell later, for you were filled with a sense of reassurance knowing he could still be here. When you got to the wooden blue doors you didn't waste another second, you grabbed the handles and threw them open. 

Four men stood at the table down the aisle of benches, one who stood with his back to you with his shoulders hunched over mumbled something in Spanish to the others. You’d recognize his voice anywhere and the gasp you let out was faint but it reached Druig’s ears. He turned around to see you standing in the doorway of the mess hall dawned in your avenger's gear and hair soaked from the rain, he thought you looked so beautiful and fierce. 

Solace washed over you and you both ran toward one another, your feet pounded against the old wooden floor and your heartbeat in your ears, it wasn't until he was meeting you halfway and you were jumping into his open arms that it finally felt true. He was alive, he hadn't dusted and he was here. 

“Oh my love,” he breathes and you let out a cry. “Are you alright?” 

“You’re okay, that's all that matters,” you sniffled. 

You both stand in an embrace grasping onto the other like a lifeline, not knowing if something was going to happen at any given minute. You just wanted to hold him for as long as possible. At some point the other village leaders had left you two alone, all you did was cry in Druigs arms and he held you tight in his arms. When you finally pulled away slightly he looked down at you in puzzlement. 

“Something is happening, I don’t know what-” Druig halted his words when he saw the solemn look on your face. 

“I do.” 

You had explained to Druig what was going on, you told him about Wakanda, Thanos, and everything else. It took a while for you to get everything out having it just all happen and Druig was patient with you as you told your story. When you finished you buried your head in his chest and he kissed your head as you continued to cry. 

“It’s all my fault…” you bawled. 

“No it’s not,” he said sternly. “ you have saved so many people.” 

“I want to stay with you,” you mumbled into his shirt. “I can’t go back to the compound in New York, it's too painful..” 

Druig gently grabs your head to pull you away from his chest so he can look you in the eyes. He sees all the pain and suffering you’ve endured, he wished at that moment to never see you like this again. He would take care of you. He nods unhurriedly Leaning forward to place a kiss between your eyebrows tenderly. 

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.” 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

So you stayed with Druig for five years, until Sersi showed up about a month ago with news of Ajaks death and the emergence. You both had decided after living in the Amazon for 5,000 years that you had to move on. You and Druig had split from the Eternals in the 1500s and lived peacefully together for decades until you heard about the attack on New York in 2012. You realized that you couldn’t sit around anymore while there were still hostile threats to Earth. 

 Druig ended up letting you go saying how he wanted you to follow your heart always and that he’d wait for you. So you left for three years, sending letters as much as you could telling him where you were and what escapades you got up to when you joined the avengers. Now you were together again after so much time you decided to never part again. 

“Defeater of Black Roger, the great adventure Starfox of Mystery Planet.” 

A tall man appeared with brown hair who smirked slightly and had a suave way to his walk. He was dawned in a silver suit with red sleeves and a cape, his armor was engraved with similar symbols on your suits. He bowed and greeted you all with his smooth voice. 

“What a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my fellow Eternals,”  the stranger said, then turned to the elf at his side. “You know, you don't have to do the whole thing every time,” he told him with a little annoyance in his voice. 

“Everything you do is impressive.” The elf scoffed. 

“Who are you?” Thena interrupted. 

“I'm Eros,” the brunette introduced, then motioned to his friend. “This is Pip,” 

Pip gave a thumbs up as he continued to chug on his beer. Eros’ eyes moved to Thena as he charmingly smiled.

 “And you are as beautiful as legends say Thena,” Eros professed. 

He certainly was a charmer, you and Makkari shared an amused glance at each other.

“What do you want lads?” Druig questions. 

“Pip and I are here to help,” Eros explains, he holds his hand out in front of him to show a communication sphere similar to the one Ajak passed on to Sersi. Its golden glow pulsed like a beacon as it floated Mid air above Eros’ palm. You were all untensed when you realized what he was holding. If he had Sersi’s sphere then that meant she was calling for help. But why would this new strange character have it? “Your friends are in trouble,” Eros informs. “And we know where to find them.” 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

  Eros had explained that Sersi, Phastos, and Kingo had all been abducted by Arishem a little over a few days ago. He wasn't sure where Arishem could've taken them but you’d all assumed they had been taken for one reason only. Your worst fears had come to life at this information, your family had been taken and were facing judgment from your creator. You had absorbed everything Eros had told you all and couldn't accept it.

   While Makkari and Thena stood in the center of the room conversing with Eros Druig stood off to the side listening intently while his thumb settled between his lips biting nervously. You could see the gears shifting in his head as he was lost in thought. Makkari and Thena had done most of the talking since Eros showed up, you and Druig only taking in the details silently. You could sense the uneasiness in the room from everyone since he arrived a little over an hour ago, You didn't know if you could trust him or not, If this was a tramp Arishem had designed to obtain the rest of you, or if he was here to help you couldn’t be sure. 

How do you know all this? Makkari signed at Eros. 

  “For a while, I followed Arishem much like you all did, but it wasn't till I was shown the truth of what my purpose was that I departed from my team,” Eros explains.

  “So there are other Eternals out there?” Thena raises her eyebrow, and with her arms crossed she stares eros down.  

 “You have no reason to trust me but I can help you find them.” 

  “We need time to think this over and come up with a plan,” Thena declared. She had kept her guard up since Eros came, only asking questions ever so often when he would pause. If Thena perceived Eros to be deceitful about his intentions then she would have him out of here in seconds with so much as a glare, but nothing had appeared wrong to her so far. It didn’t help your displeasure that everyone seemed to just go along with whatever Eros was saying. You weren't sure if it was his charming personality that just gave you the wrong kinds of shivers or his shifting eyes but something just felt wrong with him. 

    Druig didn’t trust him just as much as you did. He thought he was a swaggering peacock just galavanting around the universe looking for attention. With his fancy cape, styled hair, and flirtatious comments. He hated guys like that, and what pissed him off, even more, was the way you looked uncomfortable every time Eros’ eyes would linger on you for a few seconds too long. Druig wanted to throw him out the nearest window and into the vast void of space by his stupid cape. 

   You had wandered over to the long window after you couldn't take much more of the conversation any longer. The memories flooding back to you from the mention of Thanos' name just caused you hurt. Druig had caught your reaction to that as well and he had wanted to run to your side immediately out of habit. He was going to ask you eventually if you were doing okay with all of this, he just needed to find the right moment. 

  He saw you had sat down in the window when you were getting too overwhelmed with the conversation you had been sitting there for the past fifteen minutes. He strolled over to you seeing you looked spaced out in your spot in the window with your knees huddled up to your chest. You gazed out of the glass to see the stars twinkling millions of miles away, you didn't recognize any of the constellations, you were too far out in a universe you’d never been in. 

   Druig sat across from you and placed his hand on your knee and you were brought out of your thoughts. You looked at him untucking your hand from your arm and bringing his hand from your knee to intertwine your fingers together. He smiled warmly at you and squeezed your hand softly, you did the same back. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” you asked suddenly with your stare still fixated on the stars. 

Druig nods and smiles fondly as memories resurface. Of course, he does, he remembers everything he has done with you, refusing to forget it. 

“Yes,” he answers. “It was right here at this very window, and I thought you were the most beautiful being I had ever seen,” 

You roll your eyes playfully at his remark. 

“What about when we first danced?” 

“Yes, it was a celebration for saving the town in Babylon and you thought I hated you,” he jokes. 

“I still hate you, what do you mean?” 

“Oh right, that's why you’re still with me after seven-thousand years,” 

You both chuckle. Druig was glad he could give you some kind of solstice while you struggled internally. You went quiet again and he drags his thumb across your knuckles to pull you out of your daze. 

“You alright?” He could tell you were weighing everything in your head. Druig understood you were struggling with this more than the others, given your recent nightmares this couldn't be easy on you. You inhale but nod your head up and down softly and rest your head against the glass as your eyes stay focused on a specific belt of stars in the distance that were a cluster of blues and yellows swirling around each other. 

Ever since the snap, you hadn't been the same person you were before. You were so full of joy and hopefulness that anyone you were around would feel drowned in your radiance of energy. Druig had always said you were like an angel who had come down from the heavens to bring light down to his darkness. You always believed he was just trying to butter you up but he meant it. 

When you had come to him in the amazon everything had changed drastically. You spent more time inside laying in bed until the sun was in the middle of the sky, barely eating and sleeping at odd hours. Druig felt wretched watching you struggle every day and tried his hardest to make certain you were taken care of but nothing seemed to get you out of your rut. 

After five years it took a while to get you somewhat better, you helped around the village more and spent even more time with Druig. You felt more at peace with him than anyone in the whole world and when you decided to stay with him you had promised Druig that this was it for you, no more being a superhero and being apart any longer. But when Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Scott Lang aka Antman came to find you they had explained their plan to you about time travel. Which you thought seemed far-fetched and had declined their offer to aid them, but wished them all the luck. 

Things hadn't always been easy for you, depression and anxiety took a toll on you no matter how hard you tried to be strong, you still got knocked on your ass but you always managed to get back up again after regaining strength. You were so fortunate to always have Druig by your side in everything, he supported you no matter what, and you the same. 

“I never know how to handle things Druig, How are we gonna handle this?” you ask uncertainty in your voice. “How can we trust Eros? And what if Arishem’s already done something terrible to the others? What if-” 

“Hey,” He cups your face to force you to look at him to stop your rambling mouth. You hadn't noticed your heart began racing and your breathing had become ragged. trying to pull you back down to reality from your hectic brain he hushes you softly. “Breath love,” he inhales as you copy his breathing pattern, taking slow breaths in and out. Eventually, you calm down enough that your nerves disappear, Druigs eyes are frantically searching yours seeing clarity, he takes your hand and places it on his chest where his heart was beating peacefully behind his ribs. 

“I don't know what's going to happen but I do know this, I love you and nothing else matters to me more than you, you’re gonna get through this, and when this is all over it's just gonna be you, and me,” Druig speaks as you focus on his eyes that were saying more than what was on his lips. “You’re so strong and brave, and beautiful, and I know you’re gonna strive past these negative thoughts and feelings, Just like you always have.” 

You’ve moved close enough that you’re practically touching foreheads, a wave of relief washes over you as you feel his skin against yours, his hands holding your face, the feeling of his pulse in your fingertips grounds you back to your surroundings as Druig fills up all your senses. 

You look into his eyes and see affection glowing while the stars from outside reflect into them, causing your belly to flutter in shyness. He asks you to look at him again when your eyes shift away from his gaze. 

  “We're gonna figure this out, together. And if we have to kill Arishem to get our family back, so be it.” The determination in his voice lights a small spark in your stomach making you gain a little bit of confidence back, shaking away your nerves. He squeezes your hand harder to reassure you. “I promise you, we’ll get through this.” 

Tears threaten to slip down your cheeks as you look at each other. 

“What would I do without you?” you ask. 

“Probably suffer,” he tilts his head teasingly. You nudge him in the chest with your knee giggling. 

“I've thought plenty of times about what I would do without you in my life, nothing came to mind so I decided that my only option was you,” he responds. Your lips stretch out into a smile and heat creeps up your cheeks, after all this time he still knew how to tug at your heartstrings.

 You were doubtful about the future, and that uneasiness crept up into you once more and had you in a tight hold. But he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead and it all suddenly goes away. He was your rock, your soulmate and nothing was ever going to change that. You knew he’d always been the one to pull you out of your racing mind and you were so grateful for him. 

“I love you,” you sighed.

“I love you more,” he said. 

A declaration between you both at the moment. you’ve said it numerous times individually but this felt different. The coming conflict was only going to get more perilous as you pushed on and you had to be sure you both knew how much you loved each other. You had been through some horrible times but nothing would ever separate you two. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

You all agreed the decision to return to earth was what was best to see if Eros was telling the truth, if you really could trust him this would prove it. Finding Sprite was the first step, now that she was human she still could be on earth and Arishem couldn't find her. There was still a chance that this could all be wrong, you hoped. 

  The Domo landed in a field a few miles outside of London. It was the last place you knew Sprite was living before you all split again. Even if humans were so used to spaceships now there was no need to cause a commotion. Sersi had given you the address to the apartment building and since Makari was coming with you and Druig to get Sprite, she would have to run you to the address after she found it so you could portal Druig there too. Thena volunteered to stay behind on the ship looking after Eros and Pip to make sure nothing was amiss. Since none of you had cell phones you had no way to contact Sprite 

You had changed out of the clothes that you had been wearing for a day now into a sweater and a pair of jeans since it was going to be chilly when you arrived back. You met everyone outside once you were ready and you all shared looks of understanding. You hoped that this was just a misconception and that everything was fine but something told you it wasn't. 

Druig saw you coming down the ramp and beamed at you seeing you look a little more perked up. The rain was coming down hard as the sky became greyer, the drops felt like sharp pins when they hit your hands and face. You couldn't lie when you thought about how much you missed this kind of weather, it was comforting and nostalgic from being in the rainforest for so long. 

Makkari was going over some things with Thena while they waited for you and when they all saw you coming down the ramp everyone was ready to go. You took out the piece of paper Sersi had given you with the address and apartment number where Sprite was living and handed it over to Makkari who took it appreciatively. She sped off in a flash with the whine trailing behind her, and in a second she was back. 

Found it she signed, grinning then asked if you were ready to go. Bidding Thena bye for now you put your arm around Makkari’s shoulders and held on tightly. Makkari took you by the arm and picked you up from under your legs and carried you off. The wind whipped around you as you sped past everything that was a blur and as soon as it started it was over. Makkari was so fast that you could barely tell you moved.

 The only thing different was your new surroundings. A quiet street with cobblestone sidewalks and buildings too close together. It was pretty late in the day and the lanterns were beginning to light the streets in an orange glow as cars sped past on the road behind you.

Now that you’ve glimpsed at your new surroundings it was time to summon a portal for Druig. You channeled all your energy into your fingertips and mind as you visualized the field where the domo was parked. a swirl of light was brought forth as a hoop appeared in the middle of the sidewalk. Through it you could see Druig standing with his hands in his leather jacket, waiting for you. He stepped through and once he did your portal vanished. 

He gave you a proud look as if you hadn’t done that a million times. But he's seen you do it countless times. You just rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you into his side as you walked up to the building. Makkari checked once more to see the number of the apartment was thirteen and you walked up to the buzzer to press the button on the panel speaker box to call up Sprites hopeful apartment building. 

“Sprite are you home? It's y/n” you say.

A few seconds pass and a staticky voice comes through the speaker.

“Y/N?” Sprite’s voice comes through in confusion. 

You sigh with relief that she at least sounded okay. Druig and Makkri had also looked relieved hearing her small voice through the panel. 

“Yes it’s me, and Makkari and Druig,” you announce the company you’re with and you hear a groan come from the teenager. 

“Ugh, tell Druig to go away,” you can hear the sarcasm dripping in her voice, it was good to know she hadn't changed. 

Druig grazes past you to push his finger on the button in irritation. 

“Sprite just let us in, we don't have time for this,” he says vexed. You give him a scolding look, now was not the time to be getting annoyed. 

“Fine, fine, something is happening anyways just come up,” she says, the door to the left of the buzzer unlocks and you all go in. Her words did not escape you, it only made you more nervous that was Eros had said was true. A set of stairs leads to the second floor of the building where Sprite's apartment is located and you make your way down the long hallway until you reach the thirteenth door. you lift your hand to the door Knocked, hearing it unlock from the other side and it opens to reveal a teary-eyed Sprite who smiles weakly at all of you. You immediately pull her in for a hug which she returns gratefully. 

“I don’t know what's going on,” Sprite sniffles into your shoulder. “ I came home from school the other day and Kaurn said Kingo had disappeared.” 

Your stomach sinks at this and you embrace her tighter. Understanding she needed this right now. You’d never seen Sprite this vulnerable yet it didn't surprise you at all. Everyone piles into the small lounging room as you and Sprite pull away from your embrace. Makkari also pulls her in for a hug, which Sprite gladly welcomes. 

You noticed Sprite's hair had gotten a little longer than it was before, as it was long enough to be tucked behind her ears showing off her sparkly earrings and she had gotten a little taller. You were so ecstatic for her when Sersi had made her human after the Emergence, she was always envious of the rest of you having adult bodies, getting to live a long life trapped in a young girl's body couldn't have been easy for her. 

 When you move into the apartment you see a man with short brown hair sitting on the sofa with his hands on his knees as he watches your exchange with Sprite. He stands up when he notices you watching him and makes his way over to you and Sprite. 

“Sprite who’s this?” you point to the stranger. 

As if she remembered there was someone else in the room, the realization hits her features at who you’re talking about.  “That’s Dane, Sersi’s boyfriend,” she says. 

Dane holds his hand out for you to shake and you accept it. He looks to Makkari, who sends him a warm smile while Druig sends him a soft nod of his head. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Dane,” you pull your hand away from his. 

“You too, I was with Sersi when she disappeared.” 

“What, you didn't tell me that!” Sprite frowns, looking betrayed. 

“Well I didn't exactly get the chance,” he says, gesturing to all of you. “I had only just arrived here shortly after you all.” 

You had asked Dane what precisely happened, he went on to explain they were wandering in the park then abruptly it was like the sky went dark and the wind picked up, and there was a giant figure in the sky, and Sersi was taken off into the distance. You asked Dane to describe what the figure looked like, and down to the last detail, you knew it was Arishem. You had spent countless days studying all you had in the domo about the celestial, but that was before you discovered the lies.

“Sprite, we know what's going on,” Druig says grievously. 

“What do you mean?” 

You should sit down while we tell you the rest. Makkari signs. 

You tell her everything. Sprite is quiet the whole time you all explain what happened to Sersi, this was the quietest you’ve ever seen her be, the weight of all this information coming down on her wouldn't be easy to take. Dane also was listening intently even if he didn’t know exactly what was going on he seemed to comprehend the seriousness of the situation. 

“So Arishem is seeking judgment?” Sprite asks. 

“That’s what we believe.” You nod. 

You can’t even begin to think about what Arishem has possibly done to Sersi and the rest of your family. You didn’t want to consider those dark thoughts creeping into your mind. You can’t help but ponder that if you were here instead of in space this wouldn't have happened but you can’t be too sure. 

“And you know this because some guy who claims he’s an Eternal says so?” She raises an eyebrow. 

“We didn't know if we could trust him, now we do,” Druig states, shifting on his feet and his arms crossed. “I still don’t trust him.” 

“Neither do I,” You voice. 

But now that you knew everyone hadn't been seen for days you were beginning to presume this was deeper than you initially thought. 

“We have to figure something out,” Sprite says. “We have to get them back.” 

 You can hear her voice breaking at her words as tears form in her eyes. You and Druig share looks from across the room.

“I want to come with you guys,” Sprite says, looking at all of you. 

You shake your head. No way, it was too dangerous especially since she was now human. She had no way of protecting herself and you all couldn't be too worried about her the whole time if there was gonna be a fight, which you were certain there definitely would be. Going against Arishem was going to be a challenge to be sure, but you were willing to save your family no matter the cost. But you weren't about to put Sprite in danger even if she could help with this mission. 

It’s too dangerous. Makkari argues. 

“Not to mention, you’re a child,” Druig teases. 

Sprite sends him a death glare and raises the middle finger in his direction. 

“We're about the same age,” she says defensively. 

“I’ll go,” Dane offers. “I may have something passed down from my family that can help.” 

 You all agreed and said your goodbyes to Sprite. She brings you in for a hug once more before you walk out the door.

“We're gonna bring them back,” you tell her.

“I know you will.”

end of part one

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[sideblogofhell]

the repentant's corner

seek penance or forever fall in darkness.

→ main masterlist

† a lesson in friction [dane whitman | frottage] † a dip in the lake [sam wilson | outdoor sex] † a body with two souls [druig | mind control] † a forbidden fruit [pietro maximoff | sex pollen] † a dance with the enemy [ikaris| hate sex]

[redheadspark]

Hawuuu can I get 4."I love you, I swear I do, but we're not wearing matching costumes" and 5. Throwing a Halloween party with Druig

A/N: HAWUU! I hope you're doing well, I would love to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Wing Man

Summary - Druig hates costumes...but he might make an exception for you

Warnings - nothing but fluff :)

“Come on,”

“No,”

“Really? You’re not going to think about it?”

“Absolutely not,”

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend was looking at the outfit that you had for him for your upcoming Halloween party.  It was the first party you two were throwing together in your new apartment, a massive millstone in your mind merely because you loved Halloween.  It was your favorite holiday, even more than Christmas.  There was something about the fall season, the eerie spooky changes in the air, it was all amazing to you and brought out the good cheer going into the holiday season.  Ever since you were a little girl you were obsessed with Halloween, and it only magnified when you were an adult.

You even met Druig at a Halloween Party, at Kingo’s Halloween Party nonetheless.  It was the massive party of the season, how the entire home was decked up top to bottom with Halloween decor, plenty of people in costumes roaming his penthouse suite in the heart of LA.  He wanted you to come since you two were old college mates, and although you knew literally no one at the party, you decided to go since he was your friend.

It wasn’t hard to spot Druig hiding away in the mini library with his nose in a book, looking over a thick 1st edition.  You had to go in there, intrigued with the unique energy he was giving off and the handsome profile he had on his face.  So you said hello, and now you two were a year into your relationship.

If there was one thing that shocked your friends and family about Druig, apart from his aloof nature and the consistent sarcasm that was in his speech almost 99 percent of the time, was his distaste for Halloween.  Now he didn’t hate it at all, but he was no fan of it like you were.  Sersi, a friend of Druig’s who took a liking to you, found it endearing that you both were opposites when it came to the holiday.

“There’s more to him than his hate for Halloween, Sersi!”

“I know that, but you should remind Ikaris of that since he thinks its hilarious,”

Druig was on board with you throwing a Halloween Party, most of the people coming were your mutual friends and some friends from work, no big massive riot like it was at Kingo’s where you two met.  He knew you were into making haunted snacks, you and a great playlist for the occasion that you would always update constantly, and your library filled with classic Halloween movies.  

But he drew the line at costumes.

“Come on Druig,” you tried one last more time, knowing you were losing an uphill fight when it came to him.  Druig simply gave you one of his infamous stares, both a bit cryptic and yet amused as he saw the two couple costumes you were holding up to show him.

“I’m not wearin’ a scratchy costume for the sake of the party,” Druig explained something you’ve heard before about his distaste for wearing a Halloween costume.  Of course, you wanted him to say yes since it would be perfect to be dressed up together, yet at the same time you weren’t going to show how sad you were.  You and Druig always made it work together, even with the smaller spats and arguments you two never went to bed mad with one another, there were happier times than negative.  

Of course, you both had quirky moments that the other liked, you enjoying Druig’s obsession with reading nonfiction history novels, his tendency to always be snacking on something, and his thirst to sleep in or take languid naps.  In return, he loved how you would go on long walks every day at the local park rain or shine, watching the tasty reality shows that he knew were not good for you. 

He especially loved that you were obsessed with Halloween. 

Knowing that you wouldn’t go anywhere with him putting on the couple costume, you merely shrugged and tossed the costumes on the couch, “You’re gonna miss out, we would have looked amazing by the way.”

Druig rolled his eyes as you walked by him and pecked his cheek.   Of course, you were a bit sad about it, but it was merely an ant hill so to speak.  So you weren’t going to dwell on it, heading into the bedroom to change into your gym clothes to go on a jog.  You left Druig in the living room, seeing him look at the costumes that were sprawled on the couch.  He always stood his ground when it came to what he wanted and desired, including being in a relationship with you. 

But maybe that afternoon made him change his mind about a certain rule, to which he raised his eyebrow and smirked.

“Great place, I can tell you didn’t let Druig do any of the decorations,”

“Oh har har, Kingo.  Great Ceasar costume by the way!”

King grinned as you were gesturing to his outfit, fitted with a golden leaf crown on the top of his head.  He then pointed to your outfit, “Top Gun, right?”

“Phoenix, she was my favorite,” You hummed, gesturing to the jumpsuit you were wearing along with the helmet tucked under your arm. You briefly looked around at the apartment filled with your friends having the best time at your party.  All of those worries about the party not going well was out of the window, seeing your friends dressed in their costume and bringing some of their favorite snacks and dishes to share.  Sersi and her boyfriend Ikaris, your new friend Makkari and her friends Thena and Gilgamesh, Kingo with Sprite and Phastos, along with a cluster of some of the work friends that you grew close to with your new job.  The room itself was at a glow with orange lights hanging on the wall, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller was playing in the background.

It was all perfect and going according to plan, but it was just missing one person.

Makkari tapped you on the shoulder, getting your attention as she signed, Where’s Druig?

“He had class and could be back anytime,” You explained and signed to her.

“Didn’t go for the couple costume this year?” Kingo asked as you smirked and Makkari giggled, “What a shame since Ikaris and Sersi are now shoe-ins for the best Couple Costume,”

“It was never his style anyways,” You explained to him with a shrug, “Who am I to tell him how to dress, he’s never swayed in going along with the norm anywho,”

Makkari looked past you towards the front door, her eyes widening and her smile getting bigger by the second.  You are confused as to why she is grinning so big.  You whirled around, hearing the front door close and a chorus of cheers from the other people at the party.  The sight you finally saw made your heart melt, and you were smiling so wide that your cheeks were hurting.

Druig was there, dressed in a Maverick Pilot Jumpsuit, paired with aviators hanging off the collar. 

“That a boy, Druig!” Gilgamesh cheered from his spot on the couch with Sprite and Thena, some of the others were clapping and grinning just as big from the sight.  But Druig was not listening to any of them, nor was he acknowledging any of them clasping his shooed for joking that he took long enough to wear a costume.  His icy blue eyes were on you, seeing how you were smiling and almost bouncing on your heels.  It was a small gesture, anyone else could look that over and think nothing of it.  But with you, it meant everything, since you knew he was stepping into uncharted territory.  

This meant a lot to you, and as he walked over to you with his small smile on his lips, you tossed your helmet on the spare space of the couch to hug him tightly.  Druig chuckled, hugging you back as the rest of the party resumed.  

“Druig, you look…you look great!” You said in glee as you two pulled away from one another and you looked at his jumpsuit.  You could tell it was a pinch big on him since he was more lanky than built, but apart from that he looked perfect as a Pilot.  Maybe it suited him, even seeing him sport the aviators that hung on his chest along with the fake dog tags that shined in the orange Halloween lights that were twinkling on the ceiling.  

“It’s not that uncomfortable actually, I could wear this around the place,” he hummed in amusement as he gestured to his attire before you pointed to you, “You look sexy as hell in your jumpsuit,”

All you could do was simply grin, knowing that this was more than just him showing up in a costume to match with you.  This was him coming into your world a bit more and knowing that this would make you happy.  This was him finding pleasure in bringing you happiness and joy with one of your favorite holidays. 

This was showing Druig that he loved you.  

“Thank you, Druig,” You thanked him.

“Anything to make you happy, sweetheart,” He said with his smile, “I might not tolerate Halloween all the time, but it’s a bit nicer now since it makes you smile,”

After a massive blush was on your cheek, you and Druig were crowned the best-dressed couple at the party, much to the enthusiasm of your friends 

The End

Halloween Prompt Session

[takenbypeter]

MARVEL/MCU MASTERLIST PART 2

(Part One Here)

ADAM WARLOCK

Different In Every Way

Safe And Sound

For Blurp Of Course

A New Form Of Intimacy

Nothing Like Ross And Rachel

First Comes Love Then Comes Marriage

Jealousy Explained

Taking Risks

Clumsy

Food Not For The Fainthearted

BEN POINDEXTER

“You’re Good.”

Cheering The North Star

Scaredy Cat

Matching Puzzle Pieces

Good Memory

First Kiss

No More Lonely Nights

Minor Injury

Trouble Sleeping

Worry Is A Two Way Street

What’s Past Is Past

Contagious

Too Sick For Work

Red Cheeks

Love Me Or Leave Me

Game Night Things

Same Mistakes

True Love’s Kiss

Touch Deprived

Thriving On A Single Phrase

Somewhat Tipsy

Uncovered Feelings

Does That Make Me Crazy?

First Lesson

Take You Away

A Letter From The Heart

DRUIG

Being Bold

New House Guest

Staying In

Bad Day

Take Care Of You

Not So Pretty Pictures

EDDIE BROCK

Notes From The Heart

“Come here often?”

Lovely Neighbors

“Are you jealous?”

When Symbiote Meets Symbiote

Life’s Curveballs

MATT MURDOCK

New Suit

I Know You’re Beautiful

What’s Your Secret Is Mine

Kissing His Wounds

Blind Date

Fragments of Promises

Tale As Old As Time

PETER PARKER (TASM)

Carry You To Bed

A Promise That I’ll Keep

“Just this once.”

“Are you really so oblivious?”

CatCalling

From Past To Present

STEVEN GRANT

First Impressions

Stay The Night

Love You, Gators

Heat Under The Sheets

Special Date

Costume Party

Round The Roller Rink

Lousy Day Turned Better

London Boy

Vulnerable Drunk

Maroon

Weird Nicknames

Anniversary Morning

Happy Anniversary

Coworkers to Lovers

The Perfect Boyfriend

Like a Puppy

Sunlight

Late Anniversary

Not A Date, Date

Harry Osborn(TASM)

Show You Off

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[michwritesstuff]

Marvel Masterlist

all posts contain individual warnings/notes! * indicates smut/sexual activity mentioned so minors DNI!

Bucky Barnes

I Wanna See You Girl

Druig

*It’s None of Your Business

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「 ♡ - fluff │ ☾ - angst │ ⍤ - smut │ • - headcanons 」

⟶ 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 (𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥) ⟶ 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 (𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥) ⟶ 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ⟶ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 ⟶ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 ⟶ 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 ⟶ 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 ⟶ 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘳 ⟶ 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪 ⟶ 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢

⟶ 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘨 ⟶ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 (𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘭)

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Druig x male!eternals!reader

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summary: dinner with the Avengers gets unexpectedly cut short

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

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

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

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

At least to you. 

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

God, they were so fucking wrong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re afraid of space.” 

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

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