#druig x daughter!reader

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MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER

— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25

You and Alfred move things to a more private area.

— On Display by @viceofdionysus

When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.

— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics

Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror

After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.

— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror

You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER

— Iron by @/stargirlfics

 Battinson + pussy eating

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty

Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.

CAPRICORN X F!READER

— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror

You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.

DAVID ROBEY X F!READER

— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3

Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

DRUIG X F!READER

— Calling by @redheadspark

You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.

FRANK CASTLE X F!READER

— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty

Instantiable night session with Frank.

JAVI G X GN! READER

— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0

Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity

JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER

— Little Black Dress by @inklore

“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

JIM HOPPER X F!READER

— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus

When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.

MARCUS MORENO X F!READER

— The Dinner by @frannyzooey

Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.

MATT MURDOCK X F!READER

— Cadence by @she-likesorchids

You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?

OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER

— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose

punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.

PERO TOVAR X F!READER

— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink

you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.

PETER PARKER X F!READER

— Approach Shift by @psithurista

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk

Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink

After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.

SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER

— All is Bright by @lavenderursa

Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.

—Joyful Night by @cinewhore

You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER

— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts

Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.

STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER

— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose

a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose

“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER

— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror

You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror

Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.

— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight

Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis

After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

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Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men. 

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

[redrydersrequiem]

Golden eyed phantom chapter 2

Paring Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+only,minors,ageless,blank blogs will be blocked

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings theres no smut this time and sorry if its a little shorter then the first chapter

The audience's cheers roll over you like waves as the final curtain closes. You're quickly whisked away, Madame Ajak, bless her, swiftly guides you to your new dressing room before the reporters, opera patrons and fans could move to swarm the backstage area wanting to meet the new star of the Opera de Popular. Much to your dismay however the entrance was already chaotically crowded with people. Thankfully Mr Nelson and Murdock where already front and center, Mr. Nelson was gladly answering the reporters and basking in the crowd's awe while Mr Murdock alongside Gilgamesh provided a more physical barrier, not letting the over eager patrons near, allowing you and madame to finally enter the dressing room.

Once inside silence overcomes you, finally feeling like you could breathe deeply,counting to ten a few times to calm the ringing beating of your heart. It’s not till madame cleared her throat that you looked up, an explosion of color filling your gaze. Flowers of every size, shape and color fill every available surface, bouquets of some of the most exotic flowers you've ever seen.

“Wow” Madame just laughs at your shocked face

“This is to be expected my dear” she goes about the room examining the abundance of flowers, focusing on one of the bigger bouquets.

“Look, this one is from Count Ikarus and his family. It sees that young man is quite smitten with you”

“Yes so it seems”

“What’s wrong my dear.? You don't seem excited about your successful debut?”

“No it's not that Madame i'm truly grateful for everything that has happened.”

“But?”

At first you don't answer but Madame gives you one of her motherly looks and all resolve crumbles

“But…… it feels wrong somehow like something is missing.”

“Something? Or someone?”

As soon as the words leave her mouth the image of your angel comes to mind, bringing a light blush along with it.

“I see that look dear, it's alright. It’s perfectly normal for someone your age, all I ask of you is to be smart about your choices ok.?”

You just smile nodding yes not really wanting to go into a whole spiel with her right now, but thankful for her all the same. The women truly being the only mother figure you've ever known

“I will mama jaks.”

“Ohhh thank you dear, I haven’t heard you call me that in so long i've missed it”.

“I'm sorry I.”

“No no, none of that. I'm glad to be mama jaks to you, you and sersi are my daughters whether you like it or not.”

She kisses you on the forehead before urging you up from the sofa and towards the changing screen to help you out of the heavy gown you've been in all night.

Once deglamorized you stealthily made your way to the dancers entrance avoiding any leftover fans, walking quickly to meet up with sersi. Your whole opera family was celebrating your triumphant first show at Gil and thenas house, Gil’s cooking and drinks galore is what kingo had stayed. Not wanting to keep everyone waiting, you and Sersi begin the familiar walk. Now it does dawn on you, that two young women shouldn’t probably be walking in the deed of night in Paris’s strees but the promise of having Gilgamesh’s famous (your favorite dessert) all to yourself overweighs all those worries

“I can’t wait to see what all Gil cooked. I'm starving.” Sersi simply laughs at you

“How is all you can think about is food after the day you've had.?”

“Hey you try being poked and prodded at and then thrust in front of hundreds of people in a heavy costume and not be hung/“

Her hand grabbing your arm halting your steps stops you mid sentence. She’s even pushing you behind her when you finally notice the black carriage that has now pulled up alongside the two of you. You both give each other knowing glances as you assume the defensive stances thena had drilled into you.

Just as the door opens and you both go to move a familiar head of brown hair steps out.

“Ikarus?”

“Little (y/n/n) and friend. I apologize if I frightened you mademoiselles, i was caught by opera patrons and was unable to speak with you. Imagine my luck to stumble upon the new star of Paris opera walking along the street.

“Yes, how fortunate. I'm sorry, if i had known you wished to speak with me i would have waited at the theater.

“No it's my fault I should have tried harder to get away, um if you could, may I have a moment of your time.?”

“Of course you may!” Sersi answers for you. “I’ll be just over here while you two speak” she nods to both of you before stepping over to study a random storefront, acting the picture of innocents and not like she just threw you under a carriage. Turning back towards Ikarus you notice his eye haven’t left sersi.

“Ehhem”

Ikarus’s head snaps back into place a practiced smile falling into place

“what can i do for you count de solar?”

“firstly just call me Ikarus please”

“ok Ikarus it is then”

“and you? Are you still little (ynn) or are you now the new diamond of the Paris opera scene.?”

“no i'm simply (y/n)”

”very well simply y/n, i must say your performance was a revelation. It’s amazing to see how far you've come since I last saw you.”

“fifteen years is a long time, a lot of things change.”

“yes…..i heard about your fathers passing, my condolences. He was a brilliant musician and I'm sure he would be incredibly proud of you.”

“thank you that's very kind of you, he would have felt honored to. Hear such high praise.

“Listen, I don't wish to keep you or your companion out in this cold night air much longer, so I will simply ask if you would be willing to have a meal with me, to catch up?”

After a quick contemplation you agreed not wanting to turn down the benefactor of the opera or a count. Terrific he replies before turning to his driver to discuss something quietly. You take this time to all sersi back over

“Did you both figure everything out?

“Yeah, he asked me to dinner.”

“oh y/n that's exciting. Oh he's coming back”

“Well I thank you for agreeing to dinner but I do have one more issue.”

oh?” You ask the duke questioningly.

“Yes it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow two young women to walk the damp streets of Paris at such an hour please let me top you off to your destination?”

You're about to decline given Gil and thena home is only fifteen minutes more away but once more sersi interrupts, accepting the offer for you both and allowing Ikarus to help her into his carriage before you get even a syllable out. The quick ride is filled with mostly Sersi and Ikarus talking (flirting) while you nodded along with whatever they were talking about just watching how they interacted, both sporting light blushes as they speak. However your destination arrives before you can make any sort of comment

“Here we are, sir.”

“Thank you mr smith.”

Ikarus quickly hopped out helping you and sersi out. You both turn dipping into quick curtsies, bidding the young count goodbye. He gives us both a nod and slight bow, his gaze lingering on sersi once more before hopping into his carriage and driving away.

“I can't believe that just happened, you truly do know the count y/n”

“I told you I did. Besides, I don't think its that impressive to know a count.”

“y/n you should be excited! He's young,handsome, kind and comes from a wealthy Noble family. He would make a perfect husband.”

“HUSBAND?…….. No sersi. I know that all sounds nice to you but to me he will always be the boy next door that was nice to me one moment then would tease me the next till he all but disappeared one day.”

“Oh sweety im/“

“/no it's fine, I understand what you're saying but Ikarus just isn't for me, in fact I think you should take your own advice.”

She whips around about to gripe at you with a blush on her face when the door bursts open, kingos extravagant self standing there, before he pulls you both into the warm house. Music's playing lightly as the boisterous noises from the living room pull you all in. And there everyone is cheers ringing in the air as everyone is ready to finally celebrate your musical debut.

The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, everyone had turned in, some (cough kingo and sprite cough) where. Forced to turn in after a night of one to many. You however couldn't find sleep for the life of you. Still too high on the adrenaline of the day to find peace so you decide to go for a walk. The early morning shops were setting up and beginning their days.Couriers race beside you. A few people wished you good morning before they went about their days. All in all it was a peaceful morning walk that ended in the same place it always did. The place you always go when you're alone or pent up or sad, happy, really any emotion. This was your safe place, the small cathedral attached to the Opera house.

Like always a few lone candles flicker in the room's damp breeze. Just as you go to light an additional candle for your father a musical trilling sounds in the room startling you. Looking around you see where the music came from. Under the cathedral's small stained glass window set a beautiful music box. It was a silver box, not large but not too small. It’s had (your favorite flower )designed on it rounding all the sides and laying carefully carved on the top, with tiny gems that sparkled like stars scattered around

(I cant pick one they’re all to pretty)

Where did you come from?” just as your about to touch the bow that familiar glowing aura brushes over you

“hello my little muse.”

There's that voice. That voice that teaches you with a stern hardness. Tha voice that caresses you at night covering your body in goosebumps and making your heart race. The voice you dream about that has you held captive. He was your teacher, your savior, your angel, your phantom.

“Good morning master.” you go to move to turn around hopeful to finally see the being that has overtaken every fiber of your body

‘Wait!” you pause, the air feeling charged as you obey his command

“Let me take you in first , my muse.”

The basic evening wear you wore yesterday didn't bother you when you put it on but now you wished you wore anything else, but nevertheless you felt his gaze roam your body like the finest piece of art. Out of your peripheral you can just make out the bottoms of his pressed black slack, the elegant polished boots and the swishing of the evening cape he had on the red lining accentuating his legs.

You attempt to see more but he steps directly behind you. His body is warm in the cold room, as you feel his fingertips glide up your back. Before his hands up your shoulders.

“my beautiful beautiful muse, how you shined like the brightest star in the universe. The goddess Aphrodite herself would be envious.”

“thank you master”

“oh how i relish those words do say it again”

“master?”

“emmmmmmm yes I do like the sound of that. Do you like your present my muse” he asks gesturing to the music box

“its beautiful”

“The song inside is of my own composition, please open it and tell me what you think.”

you reluctantly move away from his warmth to step back towards the music box, still not daring to look back over your shoulder. Tracing your finger over the flower on the top, taking a much needed breath and open the box

a hauntingly beautiful melody leaks out.

“Does it please you?”

“Its breathtaking”

“I'm pleased that something so small could elicit such feelings. I wonder how you would react to me then” a million thoughts rush through your head, he's finally going to let me see him.

“Would you like to see me, my little muse?” He laughs “I can hear the thoughts rushing through your head.’

yes master falls from your lips

his body steps up to you again. No room between the roof you as his breath fans your ear and hands take place on your hips. You feel like the earth would fall out from under you if it weren’t for his presence keeping you grounded.

“Are you sure my muse.”

“yes master”

“hmmmmmmmmmmmm”

you feel his. Lips kiss your shoulder and something cold above his nose brushing against you before he pulls back and the words you’ve waited so long to hear are finally spoken.

“Very well……… Look at me.”

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[cdragons]

Fashion Mistakes

Pairings: Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal!Reader (Sephia) and Druig x Hecate!Eternal!Reader (Kaetlyn) Words: ~2.5 k Summary: Sephia needs a wardrobe upgrade, and Sersi is as much as a menace as Kaet sometimes Warning: Probably very inaccurate descriptions of historical fashion trends, Sersi is a 10/10 shipper, Kaety is dramatic AF, Druig is an unbothered king Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in 27 dresses, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

You loved your sisters. But there were times where the two of them could be a bit…much, especially when they worked together. This was evident by how the two Eternals razed through her closet to sort out her clothes to decide which were to be kept, and which would be discarded. Every piece of furniture or tile on the floor was covered in an array of textiles and patterns as if a hurricane ran through a fabric store.

“Is this really necessary?” you groaned out.

“Yes,” came the two voices in unison.

“Don’t I at least get a say in what I get to keep?”

“No.”

“Can you the two of you at least look at me before you throw everything away?”

“Can’t.” “In the zone.”

“Druig?” you looked over to her brother-in-law for help, hoping that he could maybe talk his wife down. “Do you think you could maybe help me out here?”

The mind-controller Eternal was watching the same scene as his distressed sister, only with a much more amused gaze. He looked extremely out of place in the sea of colors in his ensemble of handmade cotton shirt layers with dark blue linen pants. The only accessories he donned were the ebony wood beaded bracelet Kaety commissioned for him over 500 years ago, along with the golden ring he wore on a chain from their private wedding.

“Unfortunately, Sephia,” he began, “I’m afraid that you’re unable to convince my angel, I won’t be much more help. But you are more than welcome to keep trying. Perhaps in your success, you may convince her to spare me a glance. As much as I adore time spent with our daughters, I feel a bit defenseless on my own.”

It was only when Kaety heard her husband’s little quip that she broke her concentration. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure, but only for a short moment before she crossed the room to embrace the man she’s loved for her entire lifetime. The pure love and adoration that shone in the pair’s eyes made it feel like you were the one intruding on a private moment than the other three in your own room. It baffled you sometimes to witness the pair’s love. It often left you wondering if you would ever be able to have a love and bond as strong as theirs in your future. But after living for over seven millennium, you knew that the odds were not in your favor.

“Feeling lonely, my love?” she asked so sweetly. “How cruel of me to neglect you in favor of someone else.” You rolled her eyes at her best friend’s facetious pity, Kaety loved teasing her husband almost as much as Druig loved teasing her. There truly weren’t two souls more meant for one another than the other.

Sometimes the site of their tender smiles and private laughs made your heart feel a bit heavy, since it hasn’t been long since you realized your own longings for love, especially towards a certain man with silver streaks and blue eyes.

“Sephia is right though,” commented Sersi, “we’re going to need more people to help out if we’re going to sort through this mess out. Are you sure Phastos can’t come?”

“It’s not so much he can’t, but more that he won’t.” Kaety explained whilst still locked in Druig’s embrace as he laid small kisses across her face. “He’s still insisting that the last time he was here, some of the ghosts latched on to him and took residence in his house when he got back.”

“And that claim would be completely out the question, why?” you quizzically asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Because they weren’t ghosts.” Kaetlyn stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “They were hobgoblins. And it’s not like they caused any trouble anyway! Ben and Jack didn’t even notice anything.”

“I still can’t believe that you managed to convince Phastos to let you babysit Jack. How do you explain it to Jack when he sees you do magic, or whenever the twins see something that he can’t?” Sersi asked as she continued to sort through the closet to see what else needed to be discarded.

“Oh come on! You make it sound like I’m incapable of not using magic for everything! I am more than able to not use it for a couple of hours, and the twins are still at an age when they point at something, we can just say it’s their imagination at work. Isn’t that right, my beloved?”

“Of course, my angel,” replied Druig, “but in the defense of our friend, our girls picked up on your tendency to pick up scary strays. Especially the kind who happen to have sharp teeth and a taste for humans.” His aquamarine eyes gleamed in mirth at his wife’s pout.

“How can you say that?!” Kaetlyn exclaimed indignantly as she lightly shoved his shoulder. “You make them sound as if they are no different from deviants, when they are far more adorable and lovable!”

“Only those with your blood will find such creatures ‘lovable,’” remarked your husband who would soothe your piecing gaze with a graze of his lips on your cheek, “my beautiful, beautiful Kaetlyn, Mother of Witches and Monsters indeed.” His last words whispered out so softly as he leaned in to kiss his beautiful wife, a kiss she eagerly reciprocated.

“Alright you two, let’s focus on the task at hand,” Sersi interjected the lovers’ quarrel, “so Phastos is out of the question in terms of helping?”

“Probably for the best anyway,” you confirmed, “Kaety still insists that his style is too much of a homebody.”

“Anyone who owns that many cardigans and sweater vests is already mentally prepared to be placed in a home.”

“But thankfully for us,” Sersi added on with a little gleam in her eyes, “I had enough foresight to predict our issue and already invited someone here to help us.”  

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Kingo,” pleaded Druig, “I don’t think I can handle another one of those ‘tea parties’ he and Laoise and Aisling insist on putting on every time he visits.”

“No, it’s not Kingo,” placated Sersi, “but he should be here at any moment.”

She had that look in her eye that matched Kaetlyn whenever she came up with another one of her “ingenious” ideas.

“Um, he?” asked Kaety. “Whomst is this ‘he’?”

And like a stroke of magic, a knock broke them out of their conversation. And four pairs of eyes locked at the sight of a single man with a silver streak in his hair and devastatingly beautiful blue eyes that stood with so much self-importance you could choke on it five miles out.

“Judging by the look in your eyes,” he stated to break the shocked silence, “I can assume that I wasn’t expected to be here?” Whatever he was about to say next died in his throat at the sight of Sephia. The overloading smugness in his eyes softened to awestruck adoration when he took in the love of his life.

Here you stood, healthy and beaming, so different from the pale and tired figure that he had to come to terms with for the past 400 years. Here was Sephia, his Sephia, lively and standing and in good health. You weren't wearing the drab and shapeless dark blue and light gray garments that hid her sinful figure from the crowd. You instead wore a pair of dark blue wash flared jeans, along with a square neckline white floral patterned peasant blouse, paired with antique statement rings and delicate necklace. It was as if you was brought straight from an issue of Vogue in the seventies.

“Ikaris,” you whispered.

“Stars,” he thought, “even her voice no longer sounds as strained.”

Thanos ruined plenty of lives, made a mockery of the Avengers, and wasted 7000 years of hard labor in postponing Tiamut’s emergence with just a single snap of his fingers. But in Ikaris’ mind, all of that was justified if it meant he got to see his flower blooming in all of her rarity, as opposed to withering away in a dark and damp jungle. Half of the universe was gone now, but Sephia was healthy and alive and strong – and that meant even more to Ikaris than failing his mission to Arishem.

On the other side of the room, you stood in silence as she took in the sudden appearance of your friend. Partially in mortification that he was seeing the state of her room in the mess it was in. But a larger part in joy in seeing your friend who long became the man you gave her heart to since the first time he decided to wait outside the commune’s borders because you wanted to show him your garden. But all in shock that he decided to willingly come so close to Druig and Kaet in their home where their children reside far from the rest of humanity.

“Ikaris!” Sersi exclaimed with a tone that convinced no one that she didn’t plan this happening. “Thank Arishem you’re here! Luckily, we’ve already decided to keep everything up to the late 19th century, but from here on out we need to sort through the past 10 decades to make room for a more modern ensemble. In fact, you really do have great timing because I need to go somewhere right now, and so do Kaety and Druig. SO, we will just leave you two alone!”

Silence still rang through the air as one pair could only stare in longing for the other, while another pair stood next to one another in disbelief as one other person was basically shoving out the door. But silence was not for long as Kaety took matters in her own hands as she turned to her beaming friend in trademark green once all three were all out of earshot.

“Sersi, what Lovecraftian fuckery are you pulling right now?”

You stood in one of your favorite Thea Porter’s dresses, trying very hard to calm the rapid beating of her heart, all to prepare herself to once more face the man on the other side of the changing screen. You never expected to see him in your room, still as ruggedly handsome as he would always remain. You never expected to have these feelings for Ikaris- for anyone really- but they grew to the point where by the time you recognized it, you was already in the middle. Feeling your face heat and fluster, you put your hair in a simple and loose braid in attempt to cool herself. Stepping into view, you tried your best to seem calm and collected, but everything inside you felt anything but that.

“This is one of my favorite dresses,” you stated, “what do you think?”

“I think you need to take off that dress and wrap those legs around me so I can take you on every surface of this house in a tree,” was the first thing that came to Ikaris’ mind. But he couldn’t say exactly that, and so all he stated was the second thought in his mind. “You’re beautiful Sephia, you’ve always been beautiful in everything you wear.”

The sincerity swimming in his eyes made you wish you could drown in them. Blushing mad with a shy smile, you did her best to not seem like you wasn’t bursting at the seams from joy at his words. “Ikaris, the only way I’ll be able to get rid of anything is if you be honest.”

“Sephia,” Ikaris replied, “there is truly no one on this planet who could ever compare to you, in radiance and in beauty. I honestly can’t think of anything that wouldn’t look perfect on you.”

“Well, I do have something that I think may change that opinion,” you remarked with a twinkle in your eyes before dashing inside your closet to grab something and once more hiding behind the change screen. “Wait for a little bit, it takes a while to put on!”

After a few minutes of audible struggling, Ikaris was tempted to ask you if you needed any help taking off putting on your outfit, when you announced that you was done and then stepped into view, and Ikaris’ eyes grew wide with horror.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a hobble skirt!” you exclaimed, far too amused by reaction. “It was a very short-lived trend in the US from 1908 to 1914. Its popularity declined during World War I.”

“I can see why,” Ikaris remarked, “are they at all comfortable?”

“Oh, not at all. But they did serve as inspiration for the sheath skirts in the 1950s.��

“Sheath skirts?”

“Pencil skirts, I suppose. But it does look awful, doesn’t it?”

“Ugh, terrible. Is this the worst one you have?”

“Oh no, this doesn’t even come close.” You went back to your vintage treasure trove to search for a particularly dreadful ensemble, and what you pulled out could only be described as an antebellum nightmare. “This is my favorite, by far.”

“Oh my-” Ikaris’ hand covered his mouth in horror, “what the hell is that? And please tell me that you didn’t actually commission this to be made for you.”

“You’ll be happy to find out that I did not ask for this to be made for me. It was a gift from the matriarch a very sweet family I was staying with during my travels in 1850s.”

“Gift? Sephia, that’s not a ‘gift.’ That’s a punishment in the form of flouncing yellows, oversized orange flowers, and what I assume to be 15 layers of petticoats.”

“10 layers, and this is only the dress. Wait till you see the bonnet that comes with it.”

“Oh gods – there’s a bonnet?”

“And a matching parasol.”

Momentary silence echoed between them before a huge grin spread across his face. “That’s it, you need to put that on, right now.”

For the next several hours, the two went through only the very worst contents of Sephia’s closet. From the green taffeta balloon dress from the 80s to the orange ballerina dress that looked it was designed by a ballet-obsessed 8-year-old, they spent the entire day laughing and smiling more than either had in the last five centuries. The sight of it all made Sersi so happy in knowing she had been the cause of this success.

“You know what you’re doing is really creepy, right?” Druig commented, bringing his friend out of her dreams of planning her friends’ future wedding as she continued to spy at the happy almost-couple with Kaety’s magic.

“If watching Ikaris cutely interact with the love of his life through your wife’s magic shadow thingy so that I can get enough pictures for the slideshow I’m making for their future wedding, then fine I’m creepy.”

A soft babble from the babe sitting on her father’s lap prevented Druig from remarking on that “fascinating” idea as he peered down to see his four-month-old daughter point a chubby finger to her mother who was lying face-down on the floor as her sister sat on top of their Mami.

“Sorry little dove, Mummy can’t play right now. She’s in mourning.”

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The M word (Ajak x F!Reader) part 2

(part 1) (part 3)

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fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all you could think about as you ran as fast as your immortal legs would carry you. You didn't even bother to be careful with the relics that adorned the ship (priceless but dispensable), this was a life-or-death situation. You had to get to Ajak before Ikaris and avoid being hunted by Thena.

"Just wait for Makkari to come back!" you heard Kingo's voice behind you, probably having joined Thena in her hunt for you. "You can't escape this, Y/N!"

"Why can't you be a normal family?!" you yelled back, picking up your pace.

You knew the man was right, though. You were lucky to have discovered their plans while Makkari, Gilgamesh, Druig, and Sprite were away because any one of them could have easily stopped your escape.

Although, you had to admit that the whole situation was quite funny, at least you knew that you were accepted in this strange, large but beautiful family and that was something you were grateful for.

All the Eternals treated you with respect and affection, some as a child (Gilgamesh and Phastos), most as a sister, and Ajak...Ajak treated you as if you were the only important thing in the universe. It was a new feeling for you since you had spent too much time alone, but now you couldn't imagine a life without her, and you hoped you would be brave enough to tell her one day.

"Y/N!!"

But today would not be that day!

Thena yelled after you, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you managed to react just in time to dodge one of Kingo's energy balls. You smiled to yourself when you saw Ajak's door down the hall. Unless Makkari appeared out of nowhere, you were almost 100% safe.

"It's just a dress!"

"Over my dead body, Kingo!" you shouted back

"Don't tempt me, Y/N" Thena said and you could hear her smile grow on her beautiful face.

"Ajak!!!" you yelled "Come and control your sister, cousin, daughter, best friend, ex-girlfriend, or whatever the fuck Thena is to you!"

You could hear Kingo's laugh and the blonde's slightly amused grunt, but you didn't have time to think about it much when your girlfriend's door opened just in time to let you in, closing firmly behind you seconds later.

Because of the speed, you couldn't stop in time, so you ended up landing on the bed, rolling and crashing into the wall.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!"

You grunted and rubbed your nose as the woman knelt beside you, her hands ready to heal any scratch, however small, she might find on you.

"I'm fine" you said, letting her check your face "but this is getting out of hand"

"I know," she sighed, feeling a little better when your nose returned to its place "I thought they'd get over it after a while."

"It's been, what? Three months?"

"Five" she corrected you

"Five, and I think it's just given them more motivation" you said

Ajak sighed and leaned back against the bed, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt terribly guilty for dragging you into all this chaos. When the other Eternals started making jokes and teasing her about the M word, she believed that it would stay just an inside joke, something that, while it annoyed her a little, she could live with.

She hadn't expected Kingo and his (quite real, she might add) wedding plans to open a pandora's box in the family. You were surprised when you found out that the others wanted you to marry her, and it had been quite an uncomfortable conversation for her, trying to explain her feelings, and putting them into words, it wasn't her strong point.

But you had been kind, understanding, and joking, something light and not heavy enough to affect your relationship with her or the way you looked at her (something that terrified her), and for that, she was deeply grateful.

That's when things got intense. The others decided that they would not take no for an answer and that they had already been patient enough to wait for you to take that step yourself, so it was up to them to drag you down the aisle.

Ajak knew that none of them harbored bad feelings for you and that they really wanted to see you happy, she also knew that for the Eternals, this kind of thing lacked the weight that humans gave it, and that if it weren't for the long centuries that they had lived alongside humans, adopting customs they didn't fully understand, marriage would not even be considered at this point.

But the thing was, they didn't realize how awkward it could be for you. You were immortal, but not an Eternal, and you had lived among humans all your life, you understood their ways better than any of them could, and you knew what they were asking for. For you it wasn't just another title, it would really mean a change, and she was terrified to think that it could be for the worse.

"Are you ok?" you asked carefully when you noticed how quiet she was

"I just…I’m sorry" she whispered

"What?" you frowned "why?"

"It's my fault this is happening" she said, feeling the tears well up slowly in her eyes.

"Ajak, what are you talking about?"

"I'm the prime eternal, it's my duty to keep everyone in line, I should be able to order them to leave this matter alone...but I can't even make them respect me"

You gasped quietly and moved a little closer to her, putting an arm around her. It was not the first time that your girlfriend confessed to you that she felt powerless in front of the other Eternals, but you had never seen her cry about it.

"Ajak-"

"Arishem should have chosen Thena, not me" she continued "Thena is a warrior, she has the respect of everyone on the ship, she knows how to take care of herself, she is brave, her voice sounds all over the place and the others hear it, even Ikaris, no matter how much he denies it. She should be the leader, not me"

"But she's not" you said "Thena is all of that, yes, but that doesn't mean that you aren't the same or better than her to lead. Arishem chose you for a reason."

"Or by mistake"

It wasn't the first time the older woman had allowed her mind to disagree with Arishem either. Ever since she met you, or perhaps a little before, hints of doubt had begun to flourish in her, making her wonder if her duty was really worth the price the earth had to pay, if she really was strong enough to continue taking that decision, or if she should simply give up, renounce everything and expect punishment for her disobedience. Maybe she was a factory bug and it had just taken her millennia to start bugging.

But you weren't having any of that. You carefully eased yourself into a better position, spreading your legs so that she could fit between them, and gently pushing her until her back rested against your chest. Your hands encircled her waist and you intertwined your fingers with hers.

"You know? Gilgamesh is strong, but I've seen you lift 25 tons without breaking a sweat, Ikaris flies, but I've seen you do it too. Kingo's energy balls? I remember once you decorated the room with them. Phastos is brilliant, but he would have kept himself in his workshop if you weren't listening so intently. Druig and Sprite would have gone crazy if you didn't remind them that they have a family. Makkari is great, and we all try hard to keep up with her, but at the end of the day, it's you who understands her best, who listens to her even if not a sound comes out of her, and don't get me started on Sersi, we both know you're everything she aspires to be, she admires you more than anyone "

Ajak smiled a little to herself as she remembered the sparkle in the girl's eyes every time she stopped to talk to her or urged her to continue exploring her abilities. Of all the Eternals, Sersi felt like a daughter the most, even more than Sprite, and so she did her best to remind her that she saw her, that she was important.

"And Thena" you continued, feeling the woman tense a little "Thena is a warrior, she is beautiful and strong...but she is broken. Her mind is divided, she is not always herself and she can be dangerous, although we all know that she would never hurt us of her own free will. Gilgamesh helps her, but it's always you who brings her back, she needs you, just like the rest of us. Arishem wasn't wrong, he chose you because he knew only you could keep them all together. They're a team, but you're the one who makes them a family."

The woman closed her eyes again, letting more tears roll down her cheeks as a familiar warmth pooled in her stomach, just below where your hands met. She didn't understand how you always managed to make her feel better.

"I don't deserve you" she whispered

"No" you agreed "you deserve more"

It was the woman's turn to frown and she slowly opened her eyes, turning her head slightly so she could look at you. You weren't crying like she was, but there was a deep sadness in your eyes. You chuckled a little at her confusion and squeezed her a little more before resting your chin on her shoulder and concentrating on your hands. You knew that she knew that you were avoiding her gaze, but you couldn't face her while you were having this conversation.

"I know you don't like to talk about how we met in front of others but...it's just us here right?"

She just nodded, squeezing your hand gently for support and to keep you going, whatever you were going to say to her had to be important because you were shaking. You took a deep breath and remembered in great detail the day your life changed, even though it seemed so far away. 

“I was broken, lost, I had just hit rock bottom and I wanted to give up" you said "I was cold, hungry, thirsty, and I was about to commit a horrible crime that I would have regretted for all eternity"

The woman closed her eyes, also remembering that moment. She had found you in terrible condition, your clothes were tattered, you were dirty, you had blood and bruises everywhere, and your gaze was empty. You seemed like a ghost more than a living being, and she still had nightmares thinking about what could have happened to you if she didn't arrive on time, despite the fact that she hadn't really been looking for you, nor did she know who you were.

"You stopped me, and I'll always be in your debt for that" you whispered "And I…I thought you'd leave after that, that you'd just walk away from me like the ones who had stopped me before had."

But she wouldn't have been able to. She knew from the moment you looked at her and your eyes sparkled with life again, that she could never leave you. But she didn't say it out loud.

"But you didn't" you continued "you...you saw through my cracks, you looked at me, not at the broken doll, but at the soul beneath all that chaos. And you found something...something worth loving. And I...I've tried to honor that all this time, I've tried to prove that I'm worthy of you, that I'm not going to let you down...I guess that's why it hurt so much when you were so firm and clear in rejecting the idea of marriage

Ajak gasped audibly and pulled away from you carefully but firmly. Her mind, which had been trying to catch up with everything, to assimilate the tender but powerful confession you had made to her, suddenly went completely blank.

"You…you wanted to get married?" she whispered, not sure if she really said it or she just thought it.

You just shrugged, staring at the ground. The woman's warm hands went directly to your cheeks, gently cupping your face, guiding you to force you to look at her. You didn't know how to feel under the intensity of her gaze.

“But you…you acted as if you didn’t”

“I tried to be supportive of your choice” you confessed “besides, it hurt less if I pretended it was a game”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"For what?" you asked "anyway, now I know your position in this and my place in your life"

"Y/N, I don't-"

"It's okay" you smiled sadly "I promise I'll keep trying to be better...maybe one day I'll be worthy of you"

"You are already more than I deserve" she said "forgive me, forgive me for not realizing this, how you felt, forgive me for-"

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Ajak" you interrupted her "you had no way of knowing...besides, at least I hope that when you're ready to take that step...it can be with me"

"It will be" she promised "there is no one else I would want to take that step with"

You smiled and pressed your forehead against hers, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth and the familiar scent coming from the woman. You adored these intimate moments where your soul confirmed that you only belonged to her. Too bad it was in such gray circumstances, and with her tears still falling on you.

"Are you alright?" you asked

"Y-yes, I just..." she sighed "No, I'm not. I'm scared, Y/N"

"Of what?" You frowned at her, gently guiding her until she was straddling you, her hands never leaving your face.

"There's a reason why I rejected the idea" she said "And I promise you it has nothing to do with my love for you, or because I don't consider you worthy. It's me. I'm the one who isn't worthy of you"

"Ajak-"

"I'm afraid of not being enough" she interrupted "I'm afraid that your eyes will lose that sparkle, that one day your gaze will simply pass me by, that you won't look at me like I'm something you want in your life. I'm afraid that things change so much, that we can no longer recognize each other. I'm afraid of losing you because I would lose myself, and the universe would be a terrible and cold void."

"Ajak" you whispered, caressing her cheek "things would change, of course, but they could never change so much that I no longer think of you as the most beautiful star in the sky"

"How are you so sure?"

"Because you loved me when I was fading, and now I know, that not loving you as you deserve, would be failing the entire universe, and that is not a debt I want to accept."

Ajak looked at you for a moment, searching for some trace of doubt in you, but she was only received by the universe in your gaze that she already knew and had fallen in love with. She smiled at you and brought her hands closer to your face so that she could join her lips to yours.

She really hoped she could convey to you in that kiss everything she could never do with words. Eternals were used to changes happening around them, not in them, but now she knew she would do anything if you were by her side, no matter how scared she was.

"I love you" she whispered against your mouth

"I love you too" you smiled

Ajak looked at you for a moment, getting lost in your gaze for a few seconds while her hands played with your hair, before gently biting her lip. You knew she was thinking of something.

"What?" you asked softly

"Nothing"

"Ajak"

"It's just...we're not going to get rid of them" she said softly "so..."

"So?"

"...maybe not tomorrow but...would you consider the idea again?"

You couldn't help but smile before drawing her in for another kiss, a little shorter but more intense than the previous one. Your fingers moved up to her ribs, which earned you a couple of giggles and a gentle push as you pulled away from her.

"Are you sure you're ready to think about the M word?" you asked

"Yes, if it's with you"

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Welcome Home - A Druig x Reader Oneshot

''Give the tablet back to your brother, Cody.''

I tried my best to keep the peace between my two oldest boys, but of course, Cody had a mind of his own. And giving back the device to Carter wasn't at the top of his list.

He sprinted up the stairs and closed the door behind him, leaving Carter crying on the couch. I put down my youngest daughter, Jessice, and walked over to Carter.

I pressed a kiss to his forehead, ''Don't cry, my darling. He'll be back in a second if he knows better.''

And, like I predicted, he walked back with the tablet as soon as he heard the car in the driveway. He knew better than to challenge his father, and I could hear the car already from a block away due to my power.

The front door opened.

''Where are my babies?'' All the kids stood up to meet Druig at the door.

A smile covered on my face and I walked over to pick up Jessica, letting her hug her father as well.

''How was it? Is Sersi okay?'' I kissed his cheek.

He sighed, ''As well as can be expected. She's still incredibly heartbroken she hadn't noticed it sooner, but the acceptance is getting there.''

''Good,'' Druig picked one of the boys up to swing around and I closed the door behind him, ''I was thinking we could bring the kids to my parents' tomorrow evening. We can finally have that date night we had planned.''

My husband smiled, an arm around my shoulders, ''I'd love that idea. Why not?''

He pressed a kiss to my cheek before paying his undivided attention to the kids.

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The whole day went by smoothly.

Druig was about to get home, he texted he'd be a bit later, but I didn't mind. As long as he came home.

I was sitting at the table, drawing with Cody, Carter, Brent and Viola whilst Jessica was napping on the couch.

Viola walked over to me, shoving her drawing into my hands, ''Look, mommy,'' she pointed at the drawing, ''this is us.''

''Oh, really?'' I smiled brightly, my eyes raking over the seven different people, ''It's beautiful, honey. Should I put it on the fridge to show daddy?''

She nodded excitedly. I deserted my seat to walk over to the kitchen. There was still some free places left for drawings but not much more. The kids loved to put up their drawings, just so they can point at it and show Druig what they made.

I grabbed a magnet and placed it at the top, making sure the drawing wasn't covering Brent's drawing.

My head turned around to see the kids still drawing. But I did notice Brent wanted the same marker as Cody. ''Brent, wait your turn, honey. Cody will give it to you when he's done, right, sweetheart?'' I called out from the kitchen.

Cody glanced at me and nodded, an innocent look on his face, ''Of course, mommy.''

I chuckled, shaking my head. Cody was a little devil. He always knew how to pull your heartstrings to get away with the stuff he'd done he knew wasn't right.

A noise in the backyard caught my attention. It was approaching the house and I had no idea what it was. Walking up to the kitchen window, I leaned over the counter to get a closer look. It was getting darker, but it wasn't dark enough to block the sight of the woods.

Or the sight of those eyes.

I froze and I fidgeted for my phone, not taking my eyes off of the creature.

He wasn't moving, just calculating my every move. I tapped on speed dial, hoping that Druig would pick up. But it went to voicemail.

I tried to keep my voice steady, ''Hey, honey. Just calling to let you know... I think a Deviant found our home. So, be careful when you get back, okay? Don't worry about me nor the kids, we'll be fine, I'll make sure of it.''

I hung up.

Hopefully he was going to hear it in time.

''Sweethearts,'' I walked over to him, plastering a fake smile on my face to make sure they wouldn't worry, ''why don't you grab some stuff and go over to neighbor Nancy's?''

''Yay.'' Viola cheered, running already to the hallway. The other kids followed soon after. I picked up Jessica on the way over and walked to the neighbor across from us.

Cody knocked on the door.

Nancy opened with a smile, ''Y/N, and the kids. What a nice surprise.''

''Sorry to interrupt your evening, Nance, but I was wondering if I could drop them with you for a bit. I need to do some stuff, but it won't take long.''

Nancy smiled, shrugging it off, ''Of course. I don't mind the company one bit. Come back over when you're done.''

''Thank you.''

I ushered the kids inside before handing Jessica over to Nancy, bidding goodbye to her with a wave as I walked back over.

Once inside the house, I locked the door behind me and got into the backyard.

The creature walked out from the shadows and growled at me. Clearly, he was thinking he was just messing with a simple human. Well, too bad, I'd have to disappoint him. My eyes turned a glowing white as streams of white energy started wrapping around my hands and arms.

''Try me.''

The creature growled and lunged at me. I pulled a foot back and with a smooth movement, I whipped out a string of light from my hand that worked like a whip, swinging the creature away mid-air.

''Don't you-''

I struck him with a ball of my energy.

''-ever-''

Again.

''-threaten-''

And again.

''-my family-''

And again.

''-again.''

With a final blow, he was down to the ground and I used my hands to form this cage of energy around him.

The door to the backyard burst over and I looked back to see Druig with Makkari and Sersi.

''Honey, you didn't tell me we would have guests.'' I smiled innocently, like I wasn't holding a Deviant away from my home with my lifeline.

He chuckled, ''Sorry, next time I'll text you.''

''Good.''

Sersi chuckled and rushed to my aid, taking over.

It gave me a chance to finally rest.

I stumbled over to Druig and gave him a peck on the lips.

''I left a voicemail.''

''I know,'' he brushed some strands away from my hair, ''I heard it. I'm sorry I wasn't here, my beautiful.''

I grabbed his hands, ''You know better than to worry about me, Druig. The kids are over at Nancy's. We can pick them up whenever.''

He smirked at me.

Makkari and Sersi stepped into the conversation, ''We'll take the Deviant and leave you two alone.''

I hugged the both of them before they left through the woods behind our backyard, leaving Druig and me alone. I turned my head to face him a smile on my face.

''Welcome home.''

''Thank you. So, what would you like to do?''

I shrugged, wrapping my arms around his neck, ''I don't know. You tell me.''

He chuckled, lifting me up in a fluid motion, holding me bridal style in his arms, ''I've got some ideas.''

I laughed as he led us both inside.

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- Being the daughter of Loki

*✧･ﾟ𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐆 *✧･ﾟ

same mistake || after getting into an argument with your boyfriend, druig, things take a turn for the better and worse.

not your enemy || you and druig never got along even after working together for thousands of years, but certain turns in events make feelings unravel.

another threat || druig never thought he was even capable of jealousy, but when it comes to you, nothing was impossible.

carry you. || after a traumatizing battle, you start to feel alone and secluded until your boyfriend helps you feel better

early mornings || after meeting the eternal, you never knew you would fall for him and spend the rest of your life married to one.

break time || druig walks in on you changing, but he doesn’t seem to mind his view

champagne nights || you’re at a fancy party with your husband and his possessiveness seems to get the best of him.

controlled by love || eros mind controls the reader to fall in love with him and druig is more than pissed.

shower kisses || you have company when you take a shower and you definitely don’t mind who’s in there with you.

*✧･ﾟ𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍*✧･ﾟ

surprise interview || barry happily talks about you in an interview, him missing you dearly, but little did he know, you were right there behind the cameras which eventually leads to a night you were definitely not expecting.

only acting. || sometimes acting can lead to your real emotions and when you’re in a scene where barry’s character dies, you can’t help but spill real tears.

[padf00ts-l0ver]

stark!reader x druig

“in all honesty my love, i don’t really think your father has taken much of a liking to me” druig smiled softly down at you

“my dad doesn’t like many people, don’t take it personally.” you breathed out a chuckle, seeing your breath go foggy in the cold air of the night

druig took your hand into his own and pulled you gently along to sit on a bench close by the avengers headquarters, where a party was currently being held, the host being your father, the one and only tony stark.

“but seriously, don’t feel bad, he’ll warm up to you eventually, he intimidates people to feel cool dru” he laughed along with you, as much as you loved your dad, you were the first to admit he can be a bit much sometimes, a bold first impression as he likes to call it.

“he seems to love that parker kid, the little one” he mentioned, lips pursed in a slight smile.

“oh yea, dad loves peter, like his own son.” you smiled up at him, “but it’s different with you, you’re my boyfriend, peter is nothing of the sort, he has to warm up to you in a completely different way, it’ll take time love” you squeezed his hand tighter in yours and huddled closer to him to bask in his warmth.

he brought his coat around you both and leant in to kiss your head, “whatever it takes, i’m sticking around no matter what, so he’ll just have to get used to me won’t he?” he questioned rhetorically

“i love you” you snuggled your head into his chest

“and i love you” he replied softly.

you two didn’t take any notice to one tony stark observing the scene from inside through the window, a smile peaking through and eyes warm.

reblogs, likes and comments all appreciated <3

[onlinevampire1898]

𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

↳ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 || “can I request what would druig’s reaction be to having a secret love child with a fellow eternal.”

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 || 1.4K +

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || slight angst, fluff

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 || druig x eternal!reader

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 || feel free to make requests, I try to get them out as fast as I can, and if you guys wanna be tagged in any fics for specific characters I write for, I can add you to tag lists ���

𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆

You were an eternal, you and your team had been sent to earth to protect humans from the deviants, each member having a specific set of abilities, you ability was spontaneous creation, you could create pretty much every and anything your heart desired. You loved your team, treating them like your family, obviously some of them *cough ikaris *cough got on your nerves, and you didn't always see eye to eye but you loved them.

There was one eternal you loved more than the others, someone you would do anything for, druig. You and the man had a very flirty relationship, before you had even gotten together you were inseparable, so in love that seeing the two of you happy, is what allowed sersi to give ikaris a chance, the two of you were so in love that the humans, created the idea of soulmates because of the love they saw the two of you displayed.

So needless to say when the team split up, you were understandably heartbroken. You had tried to convince druig to stay for you, stay with the woman he loved, you even offered to go with him, and for a second you almost thought it had worked, until he told you that he couldn't take you away from your family. Stating that as much as he wanted to be selfish, he just couldn't let you leave with him and before you knew it everything was dark.

       You and druig didn't know why but you figured out early on, that you two could use your abilities on each other,  something that you both vowed to never do without the others permission, so when you woke up to Ajax's face, the love of your life gone, and the rest of your family gone as well, you felt betrayed.

The icing on the cake had been when Ajax told you, that she could hear another heartbeat coming from you, something that should’ve been impossible due to the fact the eternals couldn’t reproduce with each other, you knew you hadn’t been with anyone other than druig, so Ajax and you brain stormed.

The only possible conclusion was that your ability of spontaneous creation, was what allowed you to have a child with him, all the times the two of you had sat in bed after a night of making love, talking about what it would be like to have children, had most likely activated your ability without you even realizing.

After Ajax told you the group had been disbanded, druig being gone and off the radar, you ventured out on your own with the happiness of being able to experience motherhood, even if druig wasn’t there to be with you.

Canada, 2024

You were reading an old copy of pride and prejudice as your daughter Selene, paced around your warmly decorated room, ranting to her human friends about one of college professors.

   You and your daughter had settled here in 2004, you made a rule of moving around after a while, not staying in one place too long, but Selene begged and pleaded with you to stay, she loved the country and the people here. 

You ultimately folded, given that you could never say no to her, not when she had her fathers eyes. She looked so much like druig, her abilities were even closer to his than they were to yours, Selene had the ability to move things with her mind.

You had told your daughter all about who her father was, as well as your family. Often telling her stories of their greatest moments, when she younger she loved them, now that she was centuries old and in college it helped her pass.

"Hey mom, I'm going upstairs for a bit." Selene said, breaking your inner thoughts.

"Yea no problem moon." You replied, the nickname came from many centuries ago, humans who met your daughter often said she was the embodiment of the moon.

As your daughter went upstairs, still on the phone with her friends there was a heavy knock on your door, moving off the couch you moved gracefully to the door, when the door opened you were shocked to say the least.

There almost all of your family, minus makkari and Ajax. You looked over them before your eyes met his, the ones that were identical to his daughters, the smirk on his face dropped once you heard footsteps behind you.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Ikaris began, while you were staring at druig, all those feelings of betrayal slowly began to leave, as you looked at him smirking and sure you were listening, you could multitask.

After explaining Ajax’s death, and the emergence, you sat there taking in all the information “we need you y/n” sersi all but begged, the others all looking at you.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drawer everyone’s eyes away from you, And the smirk fell off druigs face when the person spoke “mom do we have- oh we have company.” Selene spoke sheepishly, before slowly leaving and going back upstairs.

To all the eternals they realized that no matter how impossible it should’ve been, that was druig daughter. There was no doubt in any of their minds, she looked too much like the two of them to not be, whereas in drug’s mind he was heartbroken, he couldn’t see the resemblance and assumed that you had moved on, found a man and started a family with him.

“I think we should give these two some privacy, we’ll see you guys outside.” Sersi spoke, making the rest of the eternals follow behind her, many of the smiling and smirking in their way out.

“Congratulations daddy.” Kingo said patting druig on the shoulder, before walking out the front door.

Druig stood there processing what was just said, finally taking the time to think about what your daughter had looked like, he finally realized how similar she looked to the both of you, he looked at you and saw you weren’t making eye contact with him.

“Hello my beautiful, beautiful y/n.” He said walking over to sit in front of you, his hand coming up to hold your cheek, grazing his thumb of the soft skin and looking into your eyes.

“Hello druig.” You responded monotone, sure you were happy to see him but you couldn’t help to but feel slightly betrayed.

He signed, before he spoke “darling, I know I can’t take back what I did but if you’ll let me, I’d love to spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, I never should’ve left you, there hasn’t been a day I haven’t missed you and regretted leaving you.”

“Than why didn’t you come back? Why haven’t you looked for me all these centuries?” You asked.

“I had responsibilities, I couldn’t just leave no matter how much I wanted to.” He told you, looking like he was almost pleading with you to understand.

You did understand, you couldn’t leave your daughter because you had a responsibility to her, and you knew druig would never lie to you, so you slowly leaned in and rested your forehead against his.

“I love you, I never stopped loving you druig, nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of eternity with you.” You told him, causing the man to smile.

He leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, “is she mine?” He asked looking at you with such hope in his eyes.

“Of course she is my love, I’ve never been with anyone else, just you, only ever you.” You told him smiling, watching his smile grow.

“I’d like to meet her.” He told you, so you brought him upstairs and introduced him to his daughter, he loved you her, the two were very similar but druig couldn’t help but love, the fact that she looked more like you than him, in his eyes that made his daughter so much more special to him.

All those late nights talking about your imaginary children, something he had thought was never a possibility for you two, now he was here looking at his beautiful, strong and intelligent daughter, he couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest man to exist.

He finally had the woman of his dreams back in his life, and the family together that you two had always wanted, life couldn’t be much better if only he had found you two before what could be the end of the world.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 || @uwiuwi @paintingportriat @presidential-facts @waywardsummoner46 @patatas-things @kukungi

[basicrese]

Marvel Fic Recs

Bucky Barnes (pt.3) (pt.4)

Billy Russo

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Pietro Maximoff

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley

tasm!peter parker

Miscellaneous Marvel Characters

[nyctophicbtch]

Artemis and Apollo - Drukkari

[ Druig x Makkari!daughter ]

Request: Artemis was sooooo cool? You're such an amazing writer. Do you think it would be possible to see more of Artemis and Apollo's childhood? It would be sooooo interesting!!

Author's note: this is a prequel to the requested fic, Artemis, of the tales of you and your twin's childhood.

Warnings: injury

Word count: 2,616

In case you haven't already, read part one, Artemis - Druig x Makkari!daughter

Other prequel to Artemis Night Patrol - Peter Parker

‘Stay here,’ your mother signed, ignoring the pure look of satisfaction in your brother’s face that soon reconciled as your mother ordered him to stay as well. 

‘You too, Apolo.’ Now it was you who gave him a satisfied smirk.

“We’re old enough to go out there too,” he argued, though you didn’t stick long enough to hear the rest of the argument where your father had joined in.

Walking through the city wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, you found yourself enjoying the company of humans whenever the eternals were on their hunt for deviants. Least to say, the humans also loved your company. To the people of the city, you and Apolo were sweet children, yet outsiders viewed you as a higher source of power, despite your young mental age.

You were Artemis and he was Apollo.

Many rumors claimed you had powers of the moon, and your brother, the sun. Others claimed you spoke to animals, which was partially true. But the most irritating thing your young mind couldn’t manage to comprehend was how as time passed, they could never spell your names right.

The humans praised you for being multilingual by the mere age of nine, and their progress in language translated your name even more, so you’d have various different names throughout ages.

“Árktos,” called a woman from her market stall. It was another name they had called you, which  meant ‘bear’ in their common tongue.

You smiled as you approached the familiar woman. After the years you’d spend around the city, people began recognizing you and your brother as the children who never aged, along with Sprite of course, though Sprite wasn’t living amongst the people as much as you were.

The woman adored you and your sweet personality, letting you pick whichever item from her shop when you wanted to. And you, as innocent as you were, happily requested a bunch of sweets, ending up coming back to your mother scolding you for taking so much after she returns from her mission.

Your parents offered to pay, of course, but the woman humbly refused, reasoning that spending time with their daughter was enough payment as it was.

As you roamed the halls of the eternals’ quarters guiltily, Kingo came up to you, offering you an encouraging smile.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m here to tell you that this is your first day officially training,” he whispered softly as he sat beside you on the polished floor. Your eyes lit up and you immediately jumped off the floor, forgetting about the glum mistake you made earlier on today

Training wasn’t an unusual thing for you. However, training before only meant controlling your powers and never truly learning how to fight deviants. After so many years of yearning to join in their fight, you and your brother were desperate at this point to start official training.

“Polo and your father managed to convince your very concerned mother.” Kingo winked, holding out a hand for you to take. WIthout any hesitation, you took his hand and he led you through the fields, to where most of the eternals trained and polished their abilities.

It was a large area, with all sorts of gadgets -- courtesy of Phastos -- for each eternal to use. Thena was wielding her sword in the side, gracefully slicing nothing but air. And your brother was watching intently as Sersi demonstrated her powers with the ground and plants.

“Hello there. Took you long enough, Kingo,” Thena protested, beckoning you to come closer.

“She is a very difficult girl to find,” Kingo defended, giving your back a gentle nudge of encouragement to enter the grounds.

You were mostly sure your mother was observing from somewhere, although you couldn’t see her. She was probably up in the city’s center building -- also your temporary home -- where you had a clear view of the training grounds. At least that was how you and Polo managed to observe the eternals all this time.

Finally getting to train here after all those years felt surreal. You’d often see Thena in the most unusual timings, gracefully moving her weapons around. Once, you caught her in the grounds at midnight when you snuck out to grab a snack, and she gave you a wink as she spotted you running down the corridor.

However you had also coincidentally heard the conversation your parents were having, and unintentionally listened in.

“Don’t worry too much. They’re both stronger than we give credit for,” your father said softly whilst signing as he approached from behind and wrapped an arm around your very concerned-looking mother who watched the training grounds along with Thena in it.

‘They’re not immortals, Druig. They’ll die one day,’ she signed, turning to look back at your father.

“Then we should cherish the time we have left with them.”

“You know how to use that bow of yours, don’t you?” You nodded wordlessly. “Good. We won’t be needing it today then.”

Your brother couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he noticed your confusion. You both knew you were waiting for the day you could finally thoroughly train with your bow, and just a few minutes ago, you thought today would be the day.

“Here, try this.” Thena handed you a sword, smaller-sized than regular swords.

Thena gladly taught you how to wield weapons, finding a range of weapons for you to try out, other than the bow and arrow you were already able to create. 

She tested your abilities with each one in terms of fighting and hunting, often letting you out into the forest to fend for yourself to see how much you got done in a certain period of time to test your hunting skills, along with your transformation skills. After a few months of observing, Thena noticed your better skills in hunting knives and your certain fondness for deer.

Phastos created mechanisms that shouldn’t even be invented in earth’s current time period to help test out your abilities. Complex moving targets were your favorite, since you get to challenge your shooting skills.

Meanwhile, your brother had your father to help with his abilities. Although your father did not possess the ability to read the future, his mind reading experience helped to at least control where and when he used them. Ajak taught Apolo how to properly heal wounds, and even taught him how to manually heal without his powers. Ikaris taught him how to properly use his light-bending skills and put them to good use.

Along with you and your twin’s many different names, humans also conspired your abilities over life and nature, claiming the eternals as gods. Over time, you had become the goddess of the moon, wild animals, forests and hills, though the most known was your title as goddess of the hunt from the humans’ observations of your skills in the wilderness.

***

“You’re late,” Gilgamesh pointed out as you finally made it to the usual training grounds all disheveled.

"What were you up to this early in the morning?" Apolo pushed, pausing from his training to look at your flushed state.

"Nothing of your concern," you replied, grabbing the knife laid out on the weapons table before throwing each one in the center of each target, letting a relieved exhale afterwards.

“Ten minutes,” Gilgamesh ordered. Though you didn’t really need the ten-minute warmup after running all the way here. Your mother would be proud of how fast you even managed to get here from the tower that felt galaxies away.

“What’s on your neck?” You quickly brushed your hair to cover the left side of your neck, scowling at your twin who stood just a few feet away. If only you could just reach out and strangle him.

“If you tell dad-”

Apolo nonchalantly ran to the woods with a wooden bow and arrow before you could even continue your sentence, causing you to follow him in a hurry as your own golden bow appeared in your left hand whilst you ran after your brother.

"Teenagers," you heard Gilgamesh grumble lowly under his breath as he fixed the armor that covered his wrists.

You shot every target you saw as you passed by, including the more difficult moving ones Phastos had developed all around a section of the forest. Your eyes focused on the targets as your ears did all the work in tracking Apolo, a hunting skill you picked up over the past years.

Although Apolo was also skilled in hunting, he was nowhere near as precise and calculating as you were, and his loud footsteps often gave him away to all the possible animals he could prey on. It didn’t take long until you caught up to him, arrow hitting at the target he was about to get.

“Twenty one,” you stated as you usually did and he groaned in response.

“Ten. This isn’t fair. Your arrows appear out of thin air.”

“I had always been the better aim than you,” you shrugged, bumping at his shoulder playfully. Even though the two of you were twins, he had always been the charming little sibling towards you. He just wouldn’t admit you were born six minutes earlier.

And now you just had to hope your charming brother would hold his tongue about your state of arrival earlier on, but unfortunately, he was never one to keep secrets.

“You what?! Your mother and I left for one day.” Your father looked enraged as he sat on the opposite side from you.

As you said, your brother was never one to keep secrets.

“We didn’t do anything, he just invited me over for dinner and I fell asleep by accident. What was he supposed to do? Throw me out?” you argued and your father pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You only have a few years until we need to move locations," he mentioned. Your father was right. With people noticing how the eternals never aged, you were forced to move several locations, having to move on from a single place to another no matter how much you loved the place.

It hadn't always been this way. People used to commonly know how the eternals were immortal, which was where the whole god conspiracy came from, but as time passed, it could no longer stay as a known fact throughout mankind.

"I know." You gritted your teeth as you got up, walking away and out of the room, unaware of the conversation that took place right afterwards.

Not long after, your mother slowly approached your father who was slumped in his seat, hands in his hair.

'She loves him. She's young, give her time,' she signed, gently laying a hand on his shoulder.

"He's human. He won't live forever."

'And neither will she.' Your mother gave him a sad smile, lightly squeezing his shoulder as he sighed in frustration.

"His hands were under her nightgown," your father argued stubbornly.

'Yours were under mine as well just last night,' your mother smirked knowingly, earning the shake of his head and his smile for the first time today.

"You're insufferable," he murmured onto the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms delicately around her waist.

***

Chess wasn’t really a favorite game of yours. Every move counted and you needed patience, which you didn’t really have much. So as Sersi taught Thena when she heard that the warrior never bothered to learn the tactics of the play, you stood the side aiming your arrow at nothing.

“I’m going to hunt,” Apollo said as he got off the grass where Thena and Sersi sat. After the little incident, you never even gave the thought to speak with your brother. But Sersi, who hated seeing the two of you in this state, convinced you to spend a day with her, out of the city and in the peaceful forest where you and your twin felt most at peace.

“No- Thena-”

“What?” Thena interjected as Sersi tried to stop her from moving the wrong chess pieces.

Ikaris, who leaned against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest, watched as you kept your eye on guard and aimed at any possible things that would make good targets, whether it was a certain part of a tree stump, a single leaf that was falling from a tree, or a particular Apolo that was strolling deeper into the woods. Though you didn’t release your arrow on that last target, no matter how badly you wished to.

“Careful, Aphrodite,” Ikaris playfully warned. He started to make use of the love goddess’ name when you grew up and caught the attention of innumerable humans with your rare beauty. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep glowering like that.”

You quickly pointed your arrow at the eternal, your face showing the disapproval of his remark.

“Don’t taunt her, Ikaris,” Thena cooly warned as she kept her eyes on the moving chess piece. Ikaris uncrossed his arms, lifting both up into the air with the smile still on his face. But the smile quickly dropped when the sound of a deviant’s screech pierced the air.

All heads turned in the same direction, the chess forgotten as you all ran towards the source of the sound. Ikaris flew faster, leaving you all to witness the fight that went on as you arrived.

Apolo was surrounded by three deviants and Ikaris attempted to clear them all off. You watched from the sidelines with Sersi as Thena joined in, already aiming your arrow at the creatures.

You managed to hit two straight through the head. One that was lurking behind your brother, and the other being the one Thena had just attacked with her spear. The other one was handled by Ikaris who shot the deviant against the trees.

“Apolo!” Sersi called out before making her way towards the scene, forcing you to follow behind her.

“Ikaris, get Ajak,” she breathed out as she examined him. 

As Ikaris flew, you trudged around to get a clearer view of the situation and that was when you spotted your brother, a big wound on his shoulder.

“Can you heal yourself?” you questioned, panic laced in your voice as you knelt down. It was the first word you spoke to him in days.

“He’s too weak,” Sersi responded when Apolo couldn’t manage to get the words out of his own mouth.

“You idiot,” you muttered, staring hopelessly at your brother who was sprawled across the ground, head on Sersi’s lap. “I said I wanted to kill you. Not let a deviant kill you.”

That managed to get a laugh out of him, however it turned into terrible coughs as the pain in his shoulder worsened. 

A few seconds later you felt the rush of wind hit your back as your mother appeared with Ajak who quickly made her way towards your brother. You stepped back, letting Ajak hover a hand above Apolo’s shoulder as you stood beside your mother.

Ikaris came flying in not long after, your father trailing behind him as they watched the scene unfold.

“What happened?” your father asked as he made his way beside you, not bothering to observe the scattered deviants that laid unmoving.

“Deviants,” you plainly stated, rushing out of his grip as Ajak finished healing your brother’s wound. As soon as Apolo stood up, you came over to smack the shoulder that was once injured, causing him to wince and hold a hand to caress the spot.

He gave a grin as he noticed the concern in your face before feigning disappointment.

“I’m not dead yet, unfortunately. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Your powers: shapeshifting into animals, turning others into animals, wielding and creating a bow and arrow (like how Thena creates her weapons out of thin air)

Apolo's powers: bending light, healing, foretelling future events

150 years is equivalent to a one years old (in terms of maturity and physical growth).

471 CE: 1,350 years old (9)

1371 CE: 2,250 years old (15)

[imagine-a-fangirl]

Experimenting something

A/n: Inspired by a tiktok I can't find anymore

“We’re home!” Phastos called as he and got back to the Domo, when he didn’t get answer from you he walked over to your room “Sweetheart did you and Druig experiment on the prototype like I asked you to?” “Fuck.” Druig looked at you with big eyes and quickly got off of you, trying to grab his clothes but tripping doing so. Phastos and Gilgamesh exchanged a look when they heard the not so soft thump “Everything okay?” “Don’t come in!” You quickly threw yourself at the door, hardly able to slam it shut before your father would be able to see something. “What’s going on in there?” You heard Gilgamesh laugh, causing you to curse under your breath knowing full well he realized what was going on. “Well Phastos they were definitely experimenting.” You let your head fall against the door. “fuck.” You whispered this time “Oh my god.” Phastos groaned before he started yelling “Y/n you have one minute to get out of there fully dressed! You too Druig!”

[peterparkersnose]

Dad!Druig Headcanons

druig x reader

druig x mother!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phastos teaching Druig how to change a diaper

Family picnics in a field

Druig making and placing a grass crown on her small head

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

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

Auntie Sersi

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

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

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

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

Druig always protecting his girls

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

Druig falling asleep with Gaia on his chest

Gaia’s first words

“Come on! Say mama,”

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

Of course, she said dada first

You cooking with Gaia strapped to your chest

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

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

Having a set of on call babysitters

Maybe minus Thena

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

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

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

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

He was gone for three months

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

He missed Gaia’s first steps

It broke your heart when she would keep asking for him

“Dada?”

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

Gaia would struggle sleeping on this island

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow-ow-ow-ow,”

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

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

She almost made it, falling at Druig’s feet

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

“Daddy missed you, baby.”

-

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[maudeeloise]

hi! maybe druig x eternal reader. the reader is essentially the most powerful witch/ mage who is skilled in all types and forms of magic ( especially chaos, dark and the type of magic strange does ). she may also have strong telepathic and telekinetic ( like jean grey ) powers and powers similar to sersi.

she and druig have a tumultous relationship that in 2007 leads to the conception of a daughter, whom he doesn’t know about and doesn’t meet her until the eternals reunite.

whilst her young daughter is growing up, she becomes incredibly powerful. she and ikaris somehow reunite when their daughter is young and he becomes her godfather or sort of a father figure to her and jokingly calls him dad.

they come for the reader, the last eternal they have to pick up but are met with and empty house with an invisible border ( maybe like westview border ) that only reader and the daughter can get through/open. the eternals shout for the reader but are not answered, as she is at work. then ikaris has the great idea of shouting the daughter’s name, and the eternals are like who tf is ( ex. calista or whatever name you choose ). the daughter, in a preppy school uniform and their pet dog are meet with the eternals unsuccessfully trying to get through her mothers’ magic and sort of makes fun of them and lets them in and tells them that her mom has an important case or whatever. then reader comes home and is just again like “wtf?

when the eternals reunite, druig is shocked to find out that his beloved somehow had a child. he thinks his now teenaged daughter is ikaris’ child and gets sort of moody and depressed. he confronts reader about it and he tells her that ikaris is an old flame and that there’s nothing going between them.

maybe angst, comedy, slight fluff please? thank you

Secret || Druig

Pairing : druig x reader; ikaris x platonic!reader

Genre : angst, slight fluff

Warning : none

Requested by : anon

A/N : thank you so much for requesting this. i’m living for the drama between druig, ikaris, and the reader *evil laughs*. anyways, enjoy!!

If you had to be honest, living as a mortal in this world was exhausting. It turned out, work wasn’t very friendly and sometimes you wanted to slump down the couch and drink wine once you got home, but you were a mom and you had to take care of your teenage daughter.

It happened every day, making you get used to the feeling. However, that day was more exhausting than the others. You sighed once you reached your home, ready to greet your daughter, but instead, you were met with something which added to the list of your problems.

You looked back and forth between each Eternals with your jaw dropped. You were speechless and surprised at their sudden visit.

“Mom, are you alright?” Your daughter asked with puzzled future.

“What are you doing here?” You ignored her question, but you both knew that she knew the answer.

“We’re here to pick you up.” Ikaris replied with his best smile, trying to make the situation less awkward.

Ajak sighed before she said, “Y/N, there’s another Deviant-“

“Honey, can you go upstairs and do your homework?” You asked sweetly towards your daughter.

She nodded - understanding what you actually meant - before she jogged upstairs and once she was out of sight, the sound of the door opening closing could be heard.

You nodded at Ajak, letting her know that she could continue, “There’s another Deviant attack.”

“You’re the last Eternal to complete the group.” Kingo joined the conversation.

“I-I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I can’t. I have a job, a daughter to take care of, and some other things.”

“But this is important.” Sprite said. “The world needs us.”

“We don’t have much time, Y/N. One week is all we have.” Phastos chimed in.

“Then you go. I’ll stay.” You looked down to avoid eye contacts with them. “I can’t leave my daughter.”

“Ask your neighbor to look after her. It’s only a few days. I’m sure the neighbor wouldn’t mind.” Kingo rolled his eyes.

“I hate to say this, but Kingo’s right.” Makkari signed.

“Your daughter’s old enough to be able to take care of herself.” Ikaris stood in front of you, giving you a sympathetic look. “You need to stop treating her like a baby.”

“You know I hate it when you remind me of that.”

“You know I’m right.”

Druig scoffed at the sight in front of him. “She wants to be left behind, then let’s leave.”

The smile that was once on your lips, fell into a frown after hearing those words. Ikaris seemed to notice that because he immediately grabbed your hand and squished it.

Ikaris sent you a look as a sign for you to talk to Druig about the secret. You somehow knew what he was thinking and let go of his hand.

You took a deep breath before finally facing Druig for the first time in years. “Before we leave, Druig, can we talk?”

“Sure, what is it about? Ikaris and you somehow married to each other while I’m gone?”

“In private?” You gestured towards the guest room.

Druig nodded before following you into the room. You closed the door once you both were inside. A sigh left your lips as you turned to face him.

Druig seemed uninterested. His face showed no expression, but his eyes told something else.

“I have something to tell you.” You started. “There’s something that I’ve been keeping from you-“

“If it’s about you and Ikaris, I don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s not-“

“Because it seems like you’re both happy with each other.” Druig scoffed. “You didn’t even bother to tell us about the child!”

“You left!” You mimicked his voice, but instantly regretting your choice. “You left, Druig.”

“And what does that supposed to do with the others?” You stayed silent, but your eyes told everything. Druig paused to look at you - puzzled - before his eyes suddenly grew wide in realization. “You’re bluffing.”

“Druig-“

“No.” He shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Does she know?” You closed your mouth instantly as you looked down in shame. “Please don’t tell me she doesn’t know.”

“How am I supposed to tell her?” You paused. “That her father left her before she was even born? That her father doesn’t know she existed?”

“You could tell her the truth.” Druig said. “I hate to tell you this, but I have to agree with Ikaris. You need to stop treating her like a baby.”

You clenched your jaw to hold yourself from talking because you knew he was right.

“She called Ikaris her dad, does she think Ikaris is her father?” Druig asked.

“She knows Ikaris is not her father. She called him that because he has been a father figure to her since she was a baby.” You explained. “I’m sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

“Sorry!?” Druig snapped. “You took the time I could have with my daughter who I didn’t know she existed until now.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have left in the first place.” You said. “That way things would have been easier.”

Druig stayed silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. This time his voice was much softer than the previous one. “I guess we both are to be blamed in this situation.”

You knew that it was hard for him to say that and you appreciated it that he admitted.

The room was silent for a few moments before one of you decided to talk. “Do you want to meet her?”

Druig looked up, his eyes were wide and you swore you could see excitement in them. “Your daughter.”

“Of course.” Druig nodded as you smiled at his respond.

[siempre-bucky]

Maybe Orla could walk in on Druig and mummy's private time and they scramble for a child-friendly explanation?

Thankyou x

Dad!Druig x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex!

WC: 738

A/N: LIVING for the dad!Druig requests and I will take ALL of them pls.

requests are open

You and Druig hadn't known peace since having a kid. and after being uprooted from your home in the Amazon and now living on the Domo to find your friends made Orla a little...clingy.

After finally putting her down for a nap, you hummed in delight as you made your way to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. A mildly scalding shower was calling your name and tired muscles. You could already feel the relief as you shut the door behind you, throwing your plush towel on the sink.

And it was as delightful as you thought it would be; you made squiggles and happy faces in the fog of the shower curtain as you let the water run down your back. Turning around you held your breath as the hot water poured over your face and hair.

The roar of the shower drowned out the noise of the door opening and the shower curtain opening. It was the cold air that hit your body that alerted you. Whipping your head around, you saw your husband just as naked as you were standing in front of you.

"What are you doing here?" you laughed, running your hand through your hair to get rid of the excess water.

Druig placed his strong hands on your hips to rotate you so that he was underneath the showerhead, "I missed you, my love. It feels like forever since we've spent time together," he told you, pouting his lips. There was something about his eyes, ah of course... they were blown with lust.

"Druig," you growl, "I know why you're here." You furrow your eyebrows and playfully punch his chest. He smirks and turns you again, only to press you against the cold shower wall. His forearm rested on the wall beside you, his lips were dangerously close to yours, and his knee spread your legs apart.

"She won't be awake for at least an hour," he whispers, eyeing your frame up and down, "and I've missed you so, so much."

A small gasp escapes your lips, the raspiness of his low tone was definitely doing it for you. Letting out a shaky breath, you gave in, and wasting no time, Druig's lips hungrily connected with the side of your neck. Biting and sucking on the sensitive skin. "Atta girl," he moans into your ear.

"We need to hurry," you moan out, your body gravitating closer to his. Druig's hands roamed your sides, letting out a series of small grunts and filthy words of praise.

"Oh my love, I want to drag this out," he groans, "I want to take my time with you." He takes a handful of your wet hair and pulls it harshly, giving him more access to your neck.

His free hand trailed down to the most sensitive part of your body, but before he could touch you where you desperately wanted him to, the doorknob turned, the door slowly creaking open.

"Daddy?" Orla asked nervously. Druig ripped his lips away from your neck, placing his hand over yours to keep you quiet. It was obvious that your daughter woke up from a bad dream.

"Are you ok, m'darlin?" Druig asks, trying to catch his breath.

Orla's blue eyes squinted, looking at his blurry figure in the blue shower curtain. "I can't find, M-mommy," she sniffles, "Is she ok? I-I had a bad dream she was hurt."

You look at Druig with worried eyes, your hand rested on Drui'g wrist to pull his hand away from your mouth. "I'm ok, Sweetheart," you tell her.

Orla's face scrunches, "Why are you both in there?" she asked innocently. Peering a little further she could make out two silhouettes instead of one

Matching blushes adorn your faces, a goofy smile tugging on Druig's lips. "Your dad was just helping me," you start, trying to come up with an excuse. The mind reader wagged his eyebrows at you before burying his face in the crook of your neck. You thump his wet shoulder, "he was helping me wash my hair, my arm hurts a little. I'll be out in a minute, my love."

"Ok, Mommy," she shrugs before leaving the room.

After the door shut Druig whispered, "Do you think she bought it?"

"I really hope so," you giggle.

"How about," he started to say before kissing you, "after everyone goes to bed... we pick up where we left off."

[strangunddurm]

Creation

Masterlist

Pairing: Druig x fem!reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: sexual harassment (maybe idk), PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, religion, blasphemy, virgin reader.

"You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again." - Homer

You were his creation, moulded into perfection by his mind, his hands. You were his legacy, his benefaction to the world to show what true excellence was. But Druig was selfish, he didn’t want to share you with the world, for he knew that his hard work would be excused as that of another.

Druig didn’t like how the world had changed, how he had been forgotten as millenniums passed by, becoming just a simple part of mythology, a memory forgotten with time.

He who had once been revered as a god had now been replaced by a new notion of religion born out of tales spun by drunken men. In Druig’s eyes, God was just a man modelled after his own likening.

Druig had never needed religion, not like all the fickle humans that roamed the earth and praised whatever deity was the trend of the century. What was the need for religion when he was a god in his own right?

He understood why people turned to religion, of course, but that didn’t mean that he thought it to be any less ridiculous how people could devote their lives to the image of a man no one had seen. And then he met you, and he yearned for your devotion. He craved the sight of seeing you on your knees before him, whether it was to have his cock in your mouth or to express your love to him. Eventually, to you, Druig would become your one true god, and he didn’t want to have it any other way.

It took him a while to get you as he wanted; squirming under him as his lips were hot on your neck and his fingers were deep in your pussy, caressing your walls until tears were leaking from your eyes from the pleasure. The day you finally gave in to him was a day he would cherish for years to come.

The preacher’s daughter. Maybe it was that which made it more exciting, the fact that you had worshipped a false god all your life and now he would be the one to deliver true salvation to you. Only him and no one else.

The closest village to the sanctuary he had built was a day’s travel on foot away. It was a small rural village that was completely shrouded in Christianity and had a church dipped in gold amongst all the half-fallen huts. Druig thought it was pathetic, but at least it assured that the villagers had some sort of morals, even if he thought them to be entirely wrong.

He didn’t go to the village often, only when completely necessary to collect supplies that couldn’t be made. He had always left as quickly as he could every time, wanting to limit his time spent amongst the outskirts of civilisation. But then he had spotted you waltzing down towards the church, and you had entranced him, and he couldn’t help but follow you.

He could hear their filthy thoughts as they watched you, how they daydreamed of your bare body and their cocks drilling into you. Honestly, sometimes Druig believed that the filth that was man should be completely eradicated from earth, that they couldn’t be saved, and he’d thought of it even more since he’d met you.

You were so pure, you deserved to be with somebody who could treat you right, somebody who could treat that pretty pussy you had between your legs like it deserved to be treated, a god amongst men. You needed to be licked at until your legs shook as you came gushing all over his face, and after that, to be fucked with your ass high up in the air as he drove into you from behind, the tip of him pounding into that soft, spongy part of you that would make your walls clench around his thick shaft as you milked him. He wanted you to moan into his ear as he made you cum with just his fingers and a few kisses on your neck.

Druig found himself coming up with more excuses for why he needed to visit the small village after that. And it didn’t take much to finally have you squirming and begging for his touch.

Your innocence was all an act. Druig knew it, you knew it, anyone who took their time to think about more than their head between your thighs would be able to see it. You had everyone fooled, everyone except for him. Druig noticed the way you would squirm anytime he looked at you, the way you would subconsciously rub your thighs together and bite your lip. It was the reason for why Druig liked to tease you. He knew that sending you even half of a smile was enough to make your panties drenched and he thrived on that little tidbit of information.

You would always look at him like that, like he was your saviour, the one that would deliver salvation to you as you prayed at his feet. Your affection and adoration for him had grown like a flower in April whose petals furled out in an unperturbed instance, there in less than a moment from seemingly nothing.

You had been the ideal of true Christian values when he met you. But who cared about Christian values when they were sourced in the book of God that fuelled such hatred in the world; when the Most-High created evil that degraded the earth and defiled the innocent? He did not strike down the sinners as he’d promised; instead, warlords were beloved for the chaos and strife they caused the world, praised for ungodly acts as Sin whispered in their ears and blackened their hearts.

-

“Can I help you?” You sounded even sweeter than you looked.

Druig couldn’t help but follow you into the church, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. Entering through the church doors had him feeling like Lucifer, a walking sin in the house of God.

You were a good girl, offering him something to drink and eat and he, of course, couldn’t do anything but accept, following you to the hut in the back that functioned as the church’s kitchen.

And then the most peculiar thing happened, you thanked him, thanked him for allowing you to serve him. It was then that he knew he was hooked.

“You’re the one that should be thanked.” You looked surprised over his words; like it was the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth; like you had never been thanked before in your entire life.

“I just do what I am told.” You waved his words away with a hand as if they hung in the air like flies, there to be swatted at.

“Do you enjoy doing all of this? All this helping others?” Druig’s voice was gruff as his eyes flickered across the small hut, taking in all the details that he had already seen in your mind with a feigned interest. He knew this was what your life consisted of. Day in and day out, you were constantly acting on the beck and call of somebody else.

“Of course.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself.” It was easy to hear your sharp inhale, there wasn’t exactly much that could drown it out except for Druig’s own breathing. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, unsure of what to say.

“You shouldn’t say such things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Such… Such blasphemous things.”

“What is blasphemous about that?”

You didn’t have an answer for him, and he didn’t expect you to. Besides, ‘blasphemous’ was practically synonymous with ‘human’, especially when it came to the disgrace of men. The disgrace that so many men fell victim to, and they then excused under the guise of religion and worshipping a holy man. In Druig’s eyes, letting the figment of a man dictate a life of discontent that was shrewd with greed seemed pointless. It was better to own up to whatever mistakes one made. Not that Druig made mistakes, but others did, and he pitied them for it.

“We are all blasphemous beings; don’t you think so?”

Your mouth fell open and eyes widened over his words. He moved closer to you; a predator stalking prey.

“Even God must have blasphemous thoughts when he has to witness beauty such as yourself every day.”

“Mr…” How rude of him to not even introduce himself before wondering what you taste like.

“Call me Druig.” He was so close to you now that he toed at your shoes.

“Druig, you shouldn’t say such things here.”

“Would it be better if I just thought them?”

“I think it would be, actually.”

“Do you ever think such things?” He asked with a crooked grin.

A pause in your resumed movements of nervous preparation of whatever it was you were going to offer him. Your head turned slowly to look up at him with the hint of an unwilling smile on your lips. He returned it by a widening of his own, coaxing an answer out of you with the silent promise of something beyond mere friendship.

“Maybe sometimes.”

“Do you think we’ll go to hell? Just for some unclean thoughts?” Druig almost felt bad for the audible gulp you swallowed over his words.

“No?”

“No.” Druig didn’t believe that there even was a hell to begin with, but he didn’t need to tell you that right at that moment. “Do you ever do something for your own pleasure?”

“Pleasure?”

“You know… enjoyment, happiness, satisfaction, pleasure.”

“Sometimes.” You squeaked out. Had you ever been this close to a man that wasn’t related to you before? Had you ever felt the heat of another rolling off them in waves so strong that it felt like it would pull you under, down into the deepest darkest pits, and never let you free?

“So, what do you do?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” Druig could see the amusement that danced in his eyes reflected in yours.

“I-“

“I like to watch you.” Druig said when it appeared that you weren’t going to come up with something.

“Me?”

Druig hummed and lifted his hand to stroke a single finger across your cheek. “Watching you brings me happiness.”

“Really?” Any other person would have been creeped out by his confession, but not you. You, subconsciously, chased the thrill that accompanied his admission. It was evident in the way you shifted your hips ever so slightly, angling them toward him in a desperate attempt to be delivered pleasure.

“I enjoy watching you, too.” You whispered. He wouldn’t have heard it if you had been anywhere else. Druig didn't even try to pretend to be bashful. A shit-eating grin grew on his face as satisfaction took over his entire being. He knew you did, he had seen you, felt you, watching him.

“Sometimes, I touch myself thinking about what’s hiding underneath that skirt.” Druig said.  Did your walls clench as you heard those words? Did your thighs quiver as you thought about him between them? Druig wanted nothing more than to bury his face in you and lap at your clit as if he was a man starved and dying, the elixir of life dripping out of only you.

“You do?”

“Haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” You were backing away from him now, but it was only to lean against the wall, needing something steady to ground yourself for fear that your knees would give out as Druig continued. “I think about what you would taste like, the moans you would let out, what you’d look like as you cum.”

This. This was blasphemy. But you didn’t want Druig to stop. You wanted him to say every filthy thing he’d ever thought and then whisper them in your ear again as his hands explored every uncharted crevice of your body.

You hadn’t even noticed him move but, suddenly, there he was. He crowded around you, caging you in between his arms as you pressed even further into the wall behind you, heart racing in your chest from the excitement bubbling within you.

It felt like hellfire spread all over your skin as his paw of a hand came in contact with the outside of your thigh for the first time. You thought it would consume you and burn you to the crisp, leaving you right there in a pile of ash so that whoever was unlucky enough to find you would know you’d sinned. Stricken down by the Lord’s anger for succumbing to Lucifer’s lust.

He just held it there, enclosing your thigh in his soft and rough touch. He wanted to claw at you, to claim you as his and his alone but he didn’t let that come across in his movements that were almost lazily caressing you. Up and down. Up and down the outside of your thigh.

It travelled under the hem of your dress as you held your breath, watching it disappear as it moved closer and closer to your most unfathomable place. You wanted to shout all your sounds of pleasure from the highest building for all to hear, thanking the Lord for delivering this brazen man to you, but you didn’t say anything. Not a sound made its way past your lips. Was it for fear of scaring him away? From scaring yourself? Admitting that you wanted him to touch you would, in your mind, mean that you gave in, you gave in to the carnal pleasures of man that you had spent so long withstanding. But how could it be so bad to want a simple touch? Surely, anyone in your position would also give in to the temptation of this mortal man.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Druig cooed. “You want me to touch you here?” One lonesome finger trailed over your cloth-covered pussy, causing you to squirm against the wooden wall.

“Or do you want something else?” He withdrew his hands from you, placing them on either side of your head. “You want me to kiss you?” He wouldn’t have to move much to press his lips against your own. Druig was so close to your face that he could feel every soft exhale on his lips, his nose brushing against your own with every heave of his chest.

Druig pressed a kiss to your cheek, so close to your lips that you could almost taste him already. You hoped he would taste like he smelled, absolutely divine.

It was your own head that turned to connect your lips. His lips were soft, pillowy, and completely sublime. Teeth knocked against each other as your eagerness took over and Druig chuckled. Never would he have thought that you would be this greedy for him this early on. He had hoped, of course, but it did not go beyond that. Isn’t it funny how in a sinful kiss, your most vulnerable moment, you had never before felt as pure as you did at that moment? It is a promise of realness, evidence of the primal desire that ignited a need deep inside of you.

Your hands came up to pull at his tunic, using it to pull yourself closer to him in desperation, clinging to him. His lips were sweeter than anything you had ever tasted before, like the nectar of the gods, something you would crave throughout the rest of this life and the next.

Druig couldn’t help but let his hands run wide, up your waist, brushing along the side of your breasts, and coming to cradle your neck. Such a simple touch yet it held all the power as he squeezed just enough for you to become breathless. He drew back to look at you for a moment.

“Tell me what you want.” He urged. It wasn’t enough for him to feel it through your actions, he wanted to hear you beg for his touch, for him.

“I don’t know.” So innocent.

“You do.” You stared up at him for a few beats of a moment, gnawing at that lip that he wished to pull at with his own teeth. You were hesitant as you grabbed a hold of his wrist, guiding it back to under the skirt of your dress and to the place that was aching for him.

Druig’s touch was electric as it travelled over the hem of your panties, fingering at it as you grew wetter and wetter from his teasing. He was watching your face for any sign of regret, but there was none, your eyebrows were already furrowed over the anticipation of more.

“You want me to touch you here, darlin’?”

“Yes!” You said with a yelp and a startled hand came up to cover your mouth in surprise.

“You need to keep quiet if you want this.” Druig tutted with a shake of his head. Of course, he would know if somebody was coming but the thrill of getting caught made it so much more exciting.

His hand slipped into your soaked panties, fingers easily finding your clit and circling it tightly a few times. The whines and moans that were released from you sounded heavenly, Druig thought ironically. His fingers left your clit, sliding them down just a bit further to feel your wetness.

“So wet for me already.” Druig groaned out. You were practically dripping for him as you writhed against his hand, craving a feeling you didn’t know. You felt like crying when his fingers left your sacred place, holding up his glistening finger to the light.

“Look at that,” Druig said, astonished.

Druig slipped the finger into your mouth, feeding it in and out as his thumb and middle finger pressed your cheeks together. You could taste yourself on your finger He couldn’t wait to get his cock in between those perfect lips, to watch you as you struggled to take him. Your tongue swirled around his index, coating it thoroughly before he withdrew it with a plop! It was glistening with wetness as he brought it back underneath your skirt to explore your folds for a short while longer before he slipped a finger inside of you.

“You’re so fucking tight, my love.”

It was a foreign, unknown feeling that spread through you as he pushed in. You had never felt so full, and it was just a single finger. It was obvious from the hard bulge that was pressing against the side of your hip that his cock was much, much thicker.

Druig let you adjust for as long as he could, but the throbbing of your walls around his finger wasn’t good for his self-control. Eventually, he began pumping it in and out of you slowly. The moan that slipped out of you was low, erupting from the deepest, darkest parts of you.

“Yeah? You like that?” His hand hoisted your leg further up on his waist, spreading you open even more for him. “You want more? Think you can take it?”

You nodded your head desperately, words having forsaken you in the throes of pleasure.

Another finger joined the first as he pumped them in and out of you slowly enough so that he could feel every ridge of your walls but fast enough so that you were becoming completely breathless. You were so ready for him that the second finger stretched you easily.

You wanted to cry out as his thumb started rubbing over your clit, your walls clamped down hard around his finger at the new feeling, but he connected his mouth to yours just as it was about to drop open.

Druig kissed you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. He was rough as he pressed his lips against yours, and you returned his hunger for you with your own for him. His tongue explored everything in its way as his hand continued pumping two fingers into you slowly.

A bubbling warmth was spreading through every nerve in your body. Your brain was in a haze, you were unable to focus on anything as the white-hot pleasure built inside of you.

Druig disconnected his lips from yours to watch you. You were a vision, and he couldn’t hold back anymore, the urgent need to see you cum taking over him. Druig started thrusting his fingers into you, causing you to squeal in surprise and claw at the wall behind you.

”Oh, God!”

”You shouldn’t utter God’s name in vain, darlin’.” Druig chuckled darkly. “Also, I thought I told you to be quiet.”

He was drilling into you so quickly you were sure you could see stars behind your eyes as he curled his fingers to hit just that right spot inside of you.

“Oh, Druig-” You moaned out breathily, slightly curling into yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you, your eyes falling shut. The loud sounds of the wet squelches of your pussy bounced around the small walls of the garden shed.

“Look at me!” He breathed out sharply. He needed to see your eyes and the emotions behind them as he thrust his fingers into you repeatedly. He needed to so you cum for him as you fell aperture completely for the first time.

It was hard to concentrate enough to open them, it took you a second to do it, right as you fell over the edge into rapture. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you came, and Druig had never seen a more angelic sight. He wanted to watch you like this for the rest of his life.

He was the one that tasted you this time, suckling the nectar of you from his fingers and groaning over the taste of it.

”Taste so good, completely divine.” He sent you a wink as you watched him with wide eyes.

He had never seen you look so rattled, it would be clear to anyone that you had just been thoroughly ravaged from the uncharacteristically unkempt look of wrinkly clothes and hazy eyes.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Were you? You were unsure, but it was only because you yearned for more.

“Good.” Druig pressed another kiss to your lips, this one much sweeter than all the others.

His cock was rock hard in his pants as he tore himself away from you, leaving you behind in the hut. It throbbed in desperation as he replayed the face you made as you came. Even he could worship that sight for ages.

Druig let you simmer in your feelings after that. He wanted you to come to terms with the lust you felt for him in your own time. He wanted you to be the one that would come to him. It was hard for him... not touching you. It was so hard that he thought he must’ve found himself in hell on earth. He wanted to knead your supple thighs, to flick at your clit with his tongue, to watch your face twist in ecstasy as he sank into you for the first time.

He didn’t return to the village for months, but when he finally did, you weren’t there waiting for him as he’d expected. He had to seek you out himself, finding you where he expected you to be within the four cold walls of the church.

You appeared even more timid and shy this time than last, something he had not thought possible. You were reluctant to meet his eyes, that shy smile that you had worn was gone without a trace.

“Just us?” You hadn’t heard him come in, being startled at his voice from behind you.

“Yep, just us.” Your voice sounded strained, and your eyes avoided looking at him as they flickered around the room trying to find something, anything, to distract you from him. You offered him something to drink and eat, just like the last time, and just like the last time, he accepted, taking enjoyment in seeing you flutter around nervously, out the back and in again to cater to him.

Druig made you nervous, he made shivers run down your spine in both the best and worst way. He had completely disrupted your life with his presence. He had tainted your thoughts, made the devil whisper unclean things in your ear as you laid awake in your bed at night, hand subconsciously drifting down to your clit to rub at it, but it was never enough; it was never the same. You craved his touch, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his cock pressed against you. You needed to know what it looked like, what it felt like inside of you, and it was a need that scared you.

You almost felt nauseous when you saw him. It wasn’t that you feared him, it was another him whose judgement petrified you. However, you were obviously not fearful enough as you — lacking all taught self-constraint – flung yourself at him when he came meandering up next to you, lips locking with his.

Druig let out a startled but delighted hum as he stumbled back half-a-step in surprise.

“Have you missed me?” He teased, only being allowed to disconnect his lips from yours for the fraction of a second. That carnal urge was there again, taking over your limbs and propelling you towards him.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

You had missed him. Of course, you had. It was hard not to miss him. Druig was the kind of person that you would always remember, no matter who you were. He was unforgettable, a distinctive memory of a spectacular person that would always be there, somewhere in the back of your mind. Forever.

His hands roamed over your body, touching, and caressing you everywhere he could as you tugged on his hands, his belt, the button of his pants before reason finally caught up with you again and you wrenched yourself away from him.

“What is it?”

“We can’t do this – shouldn’t be doing this – it’s not right. God says-”

“I am your god.”

“You’re a man.”

“What’s the difference?” Druig tilted his head, watching you with genuine curiosity and a raised eyebrow.

You didn’t know what to say; your mouth fell open but no words came out as your mind raced to find an answer. Was there truly a difference?

Homer said that the gods envy us, and Druig, wholeheartedly, believed that. The one God envies you, his creation, feeble humans, and Druig even more. He was something more, something other that existed outside the realm of both supernatural and mortal.

Humans live life side by side with thrill, with unforeseeable possibilities and opportunities that could end within a fraction of an instance. Every moment could be your last and God doesn’t have that privilege. He lives every day knowing that the end will never come; the inevitable salvation of oblivion will never reach him. Eternal life is a futile promise that is whispered in the ears of delusional fools as they devote their lives to a false god. God was no more than a man skilled with dreams and distorted fantasies who Druig saw as beneath him. He was an eternal, he had been granted life forever on, yet still got to experience all the wonderful things that plagued humanity until the end of time.

“You can devote your life to me, and I assure you that I will bring you more happiness than He ever could.” His fingers were trailing up the inside of your thigh as he whispered into your ear. A small whine left you in an exhale as you tried to clench your legs together, tried to banish those dirty thoughts from your mind but it was impossible. Druig had infiltrated all your defences, broken down your walls, and riddled your mind with sinful thoughts. He was so close to dominating your being in every sense of the word.

“My father-”

“The preacher doesn't have to know, sweetheart. In fact, I think it’d be better if we kept this just between you and me, don’t you agree?” A kiss was placed right underneath your ear and another moan slipped out of you. The scent of him was everywhere, travelling like a mist over your skin, caressing your cheeks, and poisoning your mind so that the only thing you could think about was him.

“Yes...” Druig had a way of making you hazy when you were around him, of making you question everything you’d ever known just so that he would deliver that heaven-sent pleasure again and again.

And now, here you were, all alone in the house of God, ready to devote yourself to this impious man.

Your hands came back up to cradle his neck, pulling him back down to you so that you could kiss on him, love on him.

Somehow, the two of you made your way between the pews, Druig firmly guiding you to lay down on one of them as he kissed down your body and finally found his home with his head buried between your thighs.

You squirmed as he kissed his way up and down the inside of your thighs, his lips tickling your skin as you whined and sighed. He was so close, yet he was so far away from where you wanted him. You combed your hands through his hair, tugging at it in frustration, pulling a laugh from Druig as he slid your panties down your thighs, agonisingly slow, before pocketing them.

“You need to learn to be patient, my sweet.” Druig loved seeing you like this; it was a welcomed change.

“Now, let me hear you beg your God for salvation.” Druig didn’t know more than the average person about Christianity, he knew just enough to know about the love for redemption and forgiveness that plagued the servants of Christ.

“What?” You sat up just enough so that you could see him leering at you, half of his face hidden by your dress and mound.

“You heard me, sweetheart.” He was teasing you, wanting to see you flustered, hear how you stuttered over your words as he pleasured you. Druig would be the only one you would pray to at the end of it all, but he would allow this just to humour himself. He was slowly becoming your everything, your one true god.

“Lord Jesus…” His lips connected with your clit for the first time, and you were sure in that moment that you had entered through the pearly gates.

“Oh, Druig!” Your hands tightened in his hair as he lapped at your swollen clit. “ I con-confess my s-sins,” You stuttered out, trailing off as Druig sucked you into his mouth before flattening his tongue, dragging it through your soaked lower lips.

“I can’t hear you.” He taunted. He spread your legs wider, forcing them to stay in one place as the rest of your body writhed. His tongue probed at your entrance, slipping into you with little resistance.

“And aask for your forgiveness-s. Pl-please come into my-my heart as my Lo-Lord and Saviour!” Your back arched off the pew, half the prayer lost, as that blinding heat raced through your body once more. Steadily building in your stomach before erupting, spewing flames everywhere.

“Amen!” You practically shrieked it as you came, eyes rolling back in your head and legs shaking as they tried to clamp shut.

“Amen.” Druig hummed in agreement, withdrawing from you, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Your chest was heaving from your frantic breathing. There was an exhausted smile growing on your face, completely saturated with satisfaction and you couldn’t help but giggle quietly to yourself.

Druig couldn’t stop himself from pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. You moaned happily, opening your mouth when you felt his tongue swipe against your lower lip. Your hand came up to grasp at his shoulder, steadying your weak body.

“I want more.” You said as his kisses grew lazier.

“Greedy.” Druig wasn’t complaining, he was going to give you more, of course. He would always give you more if you wanted it.

He guided you, moving you from the narrow, wooden pew down to the cool stone floor. You were laying on display for him, right beneath the podium where your father would preach his sermon to the congregation, just as he always did, every Sunday.

The sound of his belt coming completely undone bounced through the room. You were anxious for what was to come, not because of God or what he would think, but because this was your first time, just like any ordinary person would be.

Druig pushed down his pants just enough so that he could pull himself free from the confines, and you marvelled at the sight of his rock-hard cock. Your mouth salivated as you saw it pulse, the tip angrily red. He was weeping for you, pre-cum leaking out of the tip as he pulsed painfully. He fisted himself a couple of times with a groan.

Druig’s dick was so thick from head to base that he himself almost had a hard time wrapping his hand around it. It had just the right amount of curve that he knew he would be able to coax out a myriad of orgasms out of you.

“You look so pretty like this.” You really did. You were a sight that Druig could worship for the rest of his life; your legs having eagerly fallen open for him, pussy glistening in the light from how wet you were, and your sinfully innocent skirt pulled up around your waist as you clasped your hands in the fabric as if you were trying to steady your racing heart.

“Please, Druig, I need you.” You whimpered.

He stood on his knees before you. He felt powerful as he watched you on your back before him, leaking in desperation for his cock.

“Tell me how much you want it.” He tilted his head.

“More than anything, God, please, Druig!” Who was he to keep you from this? A man who was more than God would be merciful and

“You need to stop pleading to God, sweetheart, He’s not gonna help you.” Druig spread your legs just a bit wider before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock lining himself up with your entrance. He made sure to coat himself thoroughly in your wetness, dragging the head of him through your soaked folds.

You gasped at the first feeling of him as he prodded at your entrance. You rutted your hips upward, hoping that he would just finally slide in. The angels and all of the world surely had to hear your cries of pleasure as he finally pushed in, all the way to the base of him, bottoming out as the tip of him nestled against your cervix ever so lightly.

You adjusted to him quickly, hands coming to grasp at his hips, urging him to move. Small traces of pain tainted the incomprehensible pleasure that washed over you, but you couldn’t stop now. You didn’t want to stop now.

Druig didn’t keep a slow pace for long, replacing the long and languid pumps he had started off with for harsher thrusts into you.

“You like that, my love?”

“Yes, oh fuck, harder!” Your head lulled to one side, hands clawing at his back as if you wanted to be even closer to him than you already were.

Druig had you right where he wanted you. The preacher’s daughter getting stuffed to the brim with his thick cock on the floor in the Lord’s house, safely under the watchful eyes of the man on the cross and your father in heaven. They were the audience of your ruin, you would never be the same, never be as tainted by Christianity as you had been. You would be better; you would see the truth for what it was as he bestowed this gift upon you. The gift that was him in all his exceedingly godly glory.

“Look up at your God as you sin, see how he watches over you while I’m fucking you, while you're begging me to fuck you.” He pushed your head to the side, his hand pressing your cheeks together so that you would focus on the deity before you; the man who you had devoted your life to for sacrificing his own life for yours. A lie. A fallacy.

A particularly rough thrust into you made you cry out even louder causing Druig to stop abruptly.

“Sweetheart, as much as I love every single fucking sound that comes out of you, you need to keep quiet.” With less than a flick of his hand, he could command the world, have all of humanity fall at his feet but the feeling of your pussy clenching around his thick shaft made that small and fickle fact evaporate from his mind entirely.

His hands of a god ran down your body, sliding over your sweetest places and rubbing against your most sensitive areas as Druig pounded into you. He was so deep inside of you that you barely knew what to do with yourself.

You couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how hard you tried moans still slipped past your lips and Druig was eventually forced to quiet you with his hand over your mouth.

Your walls were clenched so tightly around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside.

“Fuck” You groaned. “Feels so- fucking good.” You shakily breathe out.

“Yeah? Do you love it when I pump my cock into you?” Druig cooed as he asked, slowing down just slightly, but each thrust was still sharp, still precise, and hard, and calculated, rotating his hips just enough to hit that special spot inside of you.

A breathy yes! left your lips.

“More.” You demanded.

He pulled out so just his tip was left in you, waiting there for just a second before slamming back into you again, buried to the hilt. The groan Druig let out sent tingles down your spine and caused you to clench even tighter around him, triggering another moan from him.

“If only you knew how fucking good you feel, darlin’.” Druig praised, followed by another harsh rut into you.

He continued pumping into your sweet cunt, drawing moans from you that were filthy, thoroughly fucking you into the cold stone floor. The sound of his balls slapping against you every time he thrust into you was driving you insane.

His thrusts had picked up in pace once again, ruthless and reckless as he fucked deeper and deeper into you. You were trembling against him, breath hitching and getting caught in your chest as you almost forgot how to breathe. You could feel your release mounting quickly once again, shockwaves gripping your body and rolling through you with every buck into you.

“Say my name.”

“What?” You weren’t lucid enough to possibly begin to understand what he meant at that moment.

“Say. My. Name.” He repeated, making sure to punctuate every single word with a small thrust upward to meet you as you came down on him. “And make sure He hears you.” Caution had left Druig, abandoned him in the heat of the moment. He thought that everyone needed to hear the beauty that was his name falling from your lips.

His name spilt out of your mouth just a few seconds later in the form of a half-strangled moan.

“Louder.”

“Druig!” You shouted his name as you finally came, tumbling over the edge as stars were painted behind your eyelids. Your legs were shaking, spasming, through the waves, words of gibberish leaving your mouth as he made you babble like a brook. Legs shaking, blood rushing in your ears, and your heart thumping painfully in your chest as it contracted. Druig hadn’t even faltered in his movements, fucking you through your orgasm, continuing to pump into you as he chased his own climax. You could just barely make out his own groans in your ear as he, himself, bounded and leapt closer to the edge.

It did not matter to Druig what anyone else could – or possibly would – say about the two of you. He was meant to spend the rest of your life between your thighs.

You hadn’t felt this way before, you didn’t even know you could feel this way; the overwhelming stimulation that was rushing through your blood, lighting your nerves on fire, making you want to stay right there until kingdom come.

Druig delivered a sweet pleasure that sent you oscillating between heaven and earth, torn between life and something other.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Druig grunted as he watched himself disappear inside of your body over and over again.

“Want you to come inside of me.” Druig had successfully turned you into a wanton whore, desperate for his seed to taint you, and he did. He came deep inside of you, hips continuing to pump into you as he made sure that you got received every single last drop of him. He would now and for always be with you in every step you took, dripping out of you in your memories, no matter what. He was the Most-High, your Almighty Creator.

In Druig’s mind, the figment of God is beneath him because he forbids the very thing that makes life worth living – the harmless pleasure that hides beneath swinging skirts and in between loins.