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har-rison-s · 3 years

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the betrayed

request: hello! im the anon that read your one shot ‘you don’t know me’ and has formulated a request based on that! drukkari x daughter!reader maybe ? 😚 so, like your other one shot, she was a former widow, who was one of nat and yelena’s sisters in ohio. so after they take down the red room, she’s now on the run with nat, steve and sam when they get an unexpected call from tony, saying that it’s urgent. so when they get to the compound, the eternals are waiting there and they ask her to help stop the emergence (maybe it takes place a little earlier here), and they tell her that she’s their kid. and she and all the avengers start to get mad because, where the hell were they when she got trafficked into the red room and where the hell were they during other calamities and whatnot. that’s it. thank you. it’s quite similar to the plot of your other one shot, but i really liked it so. 🤷🏻‍♀️😍

a/n: oh joy ! writing the avengers again. my god, i’ve kinda missed them and missed writing them. so let’s see how i manage to do it, if i’m any good at it. these nice dynamics omg bless. yes, the emergence is happening before the events of infinity war and endgame, it will be interesting. i’ve wanted to write bw!nat for so long, and black widow in general, my god, that movie means the world to me. i really say that about every mcu movie, don’t i… hehe. also pls excuse the title, it sounds cliché but i took it from the black widow soundtrack (i listened to it while writing this!!) so, happy reading!

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warnings: angst, mentions of dreykov, the widows

Sitting beside Nat in that salvaged, kind-of borrowed Avengers jet that Mason got them, after all that fiasco with Ross and destroying the Red Room and Dreykov, feels like a fresh breath. Y/N feels like she could actually breathe for the first time in a while. She didn’t know for how long her breath was being held, exactly, but it was quite a while. And it felt good to get her lungs working again.

Reuniting with Steve was a relief as well—Y/N had learnt to trust the man. Maybe not yet with her life, but that kind of trust is on the way. He’s been supportive and not too invading towards her ever since she met him a few years ago that now feel already a much longer time. With Nat’s help and them both being in the same boat, the Avengers became Y/N's family as much as it did Nat’s. Course, she has her unstable made-up family of former Russian spies, but really—who’s to say the Avengers are any more stable than Melina, Alexei and Yelena? They’re just as broken up inside and now, on the outside, too.

It broke Y/N’s heart that her new-found family had fallen apart because of political reasons, and so quickly, too. She’d never expected this family to dissipate. She didn’t want to join either of the sides and tried to stay out of it all until she couldn’t anymore. She didn’t want to hurt any of her teammates, physically or emotionally. So, as a spy knows best how to, she hid away from her friends and public attention and reunited with Nat after half the team was put in prison.

And now that they have Steve back, now that the horror of the Red Room has been ended, they can break some of the team out of prison. Steve had a plan, and they stuck by it and everything went as smooth as butter. Only the team wasn’t intending on staying together. Clint said he didn’t want anything to do with this anymore—or at least for a while—and said he’ll lay low. Scott Lang was just grateful to be broken out of prison by the same man who asked for his help—he could barely shut up on the jet. Wanda wanted to be with Vision, and Sam said he had nowhere to go, really, except to stick with the team. Whatever’s left of them now, anyway.

So Y/N, Nat, Sam and Steve stayed together. On the run from the law and every known authority of the world, only having the used jet at their disposal, but they’ve made do of it for now. King T’Challa has been generous enough with his resources and technologies—the amount that the Avengers chose to take, that is, being as noble as they are—and so they’ve survived for the last few months on the run. It hasn’t felt any different to Y/N than her life was before. She was always running from something or someone, she just didn’t know if that was enemies, Dreykov or herself.

One thing she really wants to do with the time she’s given now is find her real, biological parents. Now that she’s found out that Alexei and Melina were just hoax-parents for a good cover, she knows her real ones are out in the world somewhere. At least Melina didn’t tell her they’d died, she sort-of dodged the question. Sadly, Y/N knows that Natasha’s mother was silenced by Dreykov quite a while ago already, and she hopes it’s not the same case for her own parents. She’s always wanted to know why she’s wrapped up by golden flicker-flames when she’s running, and why she can run and move faster than anyone she’s seen—even Nat—, and why her eyes glow a bright amber when her emotions are heightened. She’s been a mystery to herself and others since her broken childhood.

Y/N knows her parents are either magicians like Dr Strange, or they or she herself was experimented on when she was a child, like Wanda and her lost twin, or maybe her parents had extremely interesting abilities. Whoever or whatever they are, even with Nat’s knowledge and help, and with the jet’s never-ending database and search tools, they’re nowhere to be found. She’s tried a DNA test before, in Tony’s lab, but the results were inconclusive – that’s how he put it. Though Y/N wasn’t sure he was telling her everything at his disposal.

During their journey to another empty wasteland of the world with, hopefully, good views and some food, Sam, Steve, Natasha and Y/N receive a call to their jet’s communication system. They give each other strange glances, as this is a very much unexpected thing, especially during a time when they’re running from every- and anyone that knows how to contact them, and should definitely avoid calls. So they stay quiet and wait for the call to drop as they still look at each other and try to think of who could be calling. Only someone that has their communication system links. Wanda, Vision, Rhodes… No one else really.

“I know at least one of you is there,” a voice cuts through in the midst of the call still ringing, a voice they weren’t expecting at all, or at least were expecting the least of all. The team’s eyebrows and heads raise in surprise and they look at each other again, “come on, pick up! I know we’re… having a break-up at the moment, but I need your nomad opinion on something.” Tony speaks clear as day into their ears.

“Should we pick up?” Y/N looks to Nat with unsure eyes. She shrugs, and Y/N knows how Tony offended her the last time they spoke. She sighs courtly.

“Come on, I’m really having a crisis over here,” Tony almost whines, “there’s some weird people here that I don’t know if I can trust. Well, they look human, but I don’t think they are—but they say they know Y/N.” Her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates, and the trio look at her with shared confusion. “They say it’s very important… something about the end of our world…” Tony sighs, “just come. To the compound, please. You’re the only ones that can help.”

Silence settles upon the jet’s interior as every teammate thinks about what they should choose to do. Tony keeps quiet, uncharacteristically giving them some silence to make up their minds. Y/N just slumps into her seat. They say they know Y/N. Weird people. Could they know Y/N? How could they know her? No one knows her—hopefully—she doesn’t have any friends, any family. But wait—

“We’ll be there soon,” Steve picks up the call and answers Tony without consulting the others. But they don’t disagree with his view—if Tony says it’s urgent, it must be. No matter how pissed they are at him, or how upset he is with them. Some weird people at the compound… How did they get in in the first place? Why there? The end of the world? Steve looks at his team after hanging up that short call and sighs quietly, “let’s just see what’s going on over there. Decide the niceties and apologise later.” He huffs and walks to the captain’s corner of the plane.

The others agree in silence and settle in their seats. Sam, though, walks to their equipment room, thinking a fight might go down in the worst-case scenario. Natasha wants to do the same, but she sees how distraught and out-of-touch Y/N is, so she walks over and sits right next to her. “Who could they be—friends from our Ohio neighborhood?” She attempts a joke with a small smile playing on her lips as she looks at Y/N. She can only give her sister a half-smile back, and then she shakes her head.

“I have no idea,” she answers, “I don’t have any friends. And what Tony said about them…” she shakes her head again, “they look human, but he doesn’t think they are… what in the hell?” Y/N rubs her hands over her face, her elbows now rested atop her knees as she’s leaned forward with the top portion of her body. She glances at Nat over her shoulder. “Are you sure that was all of the Red Room that we destroyed?” Her eyes hold genuine worry. “I mean… what if it’s them again?”

Natasha’s heart breaks at Y/N’s words, even though she’s voiced the small fear that’s been festering inside Nat for these past months, too, she just doesn’t want to admit it. Natasha moves her hand comfortingly along Y/N’s back and Y/N immediately leans upward and into Nat’s hold, where she wraps her arms around the younger girl, embracing her sweetly. “I’m sure,” she says, “of course, there are still conditioned widows around the world, but if that was them coming after us, Tony wouldn’t be making the call.” Natasha elaborates. “There’d be no one alive at the compound. You know that. You know how we used to work.”

Y/N nods. “Then I really don’t know who it could be,” she says, “I mean, if my parents left me or if I was taken from them and my name got changed, how would they even know where to look for me? How would they know how I look or-or what’ s my name? I doubt it’s them.”

“You have told me you think they might be… not entirely human,” Natasha points out, “what with your glowing eyes and really fast running. You could even outrun Pietro.” She says and utters a quiet laugh. Y/N smiles to that and nods. “Neither of that could have come out of the Red Room. Those weird things you inherited.” Y/N sighs and then sits up straight against the wall, making Nat’s hands fall into her lap as they now sit side by side. Natasha moves Y/N’s hair strands away from her face, and still notes the far-away look in the girl’s eyes. “Want me to do your hair before we land?” She suggests, knowing something that always manages to make her feel better. Y/N turns her head to see Nat and then nods with her head, a soft smile now on her lips. Natasha smiles wider, “okay, let’s go to the bathroom, the lighting’s the best there.” She stands up and extends her hand toward Y/N, who gladly takes it and rises with her.

As they sit in the jet’s bathroom, facing themselves in the mirror, the old lullaby comes into Natasha’s mind. She starts humming it as her fingers thread through Y/N’s hair, grouping strands up and then forming them into beautiful braids around her head. Natasha thinks of Yelena as she starts making the hairstyle, she tries to replicate the hairstyle Yelena had during their Red Room mission. She misses Yelena, and no doubt Y/N misses her, too. She begins to sing to Natasha’s humming, it now serves as the setting tone for the song.

“Сияай прощальный свет,” Y/N sings, “тот свет любви последней.”

Natasha smiles and decides to sing, too. “Полнеба обхватила зари вечерней тень.”

“Лишь там на западе бродит сияние,” they sing together and smiles adorn both their beautiful faces. The girls’ eyes connect in the mirror’s reflection and sisterly love for each other passes through them simultaneously. “Последная любовь...” Y/N wraps her arms around Natasha’s waist and locks them there, and Natasha grins, knowing how much Y/N adores physical touch and how it’s her love language. Platonic love language for sure, romantic – she’s yet to find that out. Perhaps it will be different once she meets someone she has romantic feelings towards.

“We’re landing!” Sam’s voice comes from the hall and the girls tense up a bit, Natasha having to finish the braids in a rush now.

“Just coming!” Y/N lets Sam know as Nat hurriedly braids the very ends of her hair and tucks them with pins into a crown around Y/N’s head. The hairstyle looks just like Yelena’s, and Y/N notices that, “thanks. I love this.” She tells Nat and gives her a quick side hug before they’re rushing out of the bathroom for the equipment room, where their combat-ready suits lay for them to wear.

The four nomad Avengers stand by the windows as they land on autopilot, and they see Tony standing in full armour in the corner of the landing field, just by the entrance door to the compound. Part of Y/N suspects that Tony just wants to lure them into the hands of authorities with this distress call, and, knowing him, that might be the case. After what Tony did to Steve’s best friend, and how he immediately treated Steve and everyone else like an enemy because of a disagreement, Y/N doesn’t trust the man very much. And what Nat said he’d told her right before she disappeared off the radar, Y/N doesn’t like him very much, either.

The team makes their way out of the jet silently and cautiously, though still trying to keep up with the intimidating nature they know they possess effortlessly. It’s only Tony, but it might not be. He knows what these four are capable of, they have no reason to intimidate him more. And yet, because of what’s happened between them, Tony knows they might not like him or trust him now. But he also knows that this matter exceeds any quarrels or their personal relationships. As the strange visitors put it, they have less than two days to save the entire planet Earth.

Tony takes off his head cover as the team of four near him, and the look of worry is the clearest look of all on his face. Sure, there’s doubt and fear, but worry has the brightest colour. Steve is the most forward one of the four, stepping closer to Tony than anyone else. The other three just give him doubtful and paranoid looks. Mistrust. Tony sighs, knowing he deserves it, but shakes Steve’s hand. “Cap,” he says with a nod, looking into the man’s eyes, “good to see you. Thought I might never have that chance again.”

Steve gives him the ghost of a smile. A lot is on the man’s shoulders, a lot has happened between him and Tony, but he still maintains a bright attitude and his usual kind nature. He just does so effortlessly. “Thought you’d never want to see me again,” Steve admits, and Tony chuckles to that sadly, “look, I’ll be honest here—none of us know if we can trust you.”

“I know, I know,” Tony nods, looking the others and their stares of mistrust over again, “hey, guys.” He raises a hand in greeting to them, but only Sam returns it. The women aren’t fond of him—not the first time in his life, but definitely one of the first—and so Tony settles back. “I won’t tell anyone you were here – I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” He puts a hand over his iron chest. Y/N sighs.

“We’ll get out before they come, anyway,” Natasha tells him, a glint of mischief in her eyes and voice. Y/N grins to that, knowing Nat is right. Tony smiles, realising that same thing.

“Where’s the trouble?” Steve inquires.

“Oh, you mean our humanoid guests?” Tony clarifies. Truth be told, he’d forgot about them entirely from the moment he saw Steve and the others. “They’re inside, let’s go.” He turns his back to the team of four and leads them inside. Natasha and Y/N still exchange looks of mistrust between themselves, but follow along. Tony leads them across the upper level of weapons and experiment halls and rooms, and Y/N and the others can see the group of people Tony mentioned in the great hall below, on level one. There’s… eight of them. Too many at first glance, but Y/N isn’t close enough yet to see what they look like and if she could know them. She doubts she does.

As the team descends the stairs to below, Tony steps back and only restarts walking down once he’s side by side with Y/N. She gives him a half paranoid, half angry glance, but makes no protest. “They said they knew me?” She asks him quietly and Tony nods.

“That’s why I plan on introducing you first.” He admits and Y/N raises her eyebrows. She hates open and public attention on herself, but this could be something important, so she guesses that Tony has made the right decision. The group of five reach the floor of level one and face the group of eight in front of them. These people have strange clothes on, Y/N notes that first of all, and each have their own colours. They really do look human. “Come on,” Tony gently nods with his head towards the left tail of the group, and Y/N walks over there by his side. “This is Y/N. You said you know her.” Tony says to two people standing in an embrace with each other. Their faces turn towards Y/N, looks of worry and fear filling their eyes, as well as tears.

By seeing the woman’s face, Y/N gets a strong feeling of deja-vu. Though not really deja-vu, more like familiarity and… recognition. But she just looks at the couple with wide, confused eyes. They don’t look much older than herself. Who are they? Why are they looking at me like this? “How do you know me?” She inquires in a quiet, but sure voice. Her arms are crossed over her chest in a pretzel to avoid picking at her fingers and therefore showing a clear sign of anxiety. This could all very well be just a circus act, and they could have SWAT clothes and equipment under all those weird robes.

“Well, there’s no easy way to say this, but,” the man starts to say, and he chews on his lip in clear anxiety, “I’m Druig. And this is Makkari,” he looks down to the woman in his arms, and she signs words with her hands. What surprises Y/N the most is that she immediately knows what the woman is saying. Hello, Y/N. She looks at her with confused eyes still, but then finds her hands signing a greeting towards Makkari, too. That surprises her even more. The man Druig smiles sadly, Y/N notices, at that gesture, “and we’re your parents.”

Now that sets her a couple steps back. Her head gets dizzy and she grabs onto the first thing closest to her, which happens to be Tony in his iron suit. He holds the woman and helps her steady herself. Tony looks at her to see what’s going on emotion-wise, and sees her eyes starting to glow a bright gold. That shocks the acclaimed parents, too, they each let out a gasp. Y/N looks at them once she’s steady enough again, and her stare is just fury. She doesn’t yet know why she’s angry. “How can that be?” She asks as she’s still in her state of disbelief, but she’s tipping over already. “Prove it.”

Druig sighs, his face nothing but sadness. Then he looks at her, and Y/N sees his blue eyes turned to the gold orbs she very well recognises every day in the mirror. And suddenly, in her mind it seems, she sees the man Druig with the woman Makkari, dressed differently though looking the same age as they do now, standing with a tiny ball of wrapped up clothes in their hands before a building stretching tall into the sky, its entrance door large, high and intimidating.

It seems they are to make a choice. And though it very visibly breaks their heart to do so, they make it. They leave the tiny ball right in front of the door, and with a closer look Y/N sees through Druig’s eyes that the tiny ball is just a tiny baby. Without asking she knows that it’s her, herself, wrapped up in clothes and fabrics to be protected from the outside weather. And now that she takes in how the building looks, she recognises it. The orphanage. The one she grew up in, and was later stolen from.

She doesn’t know how she saw those short moments, but as she blinks her eyes open, they’re gone and she’s seeing Druig and Makkari in front of her again, clear as day, in the here and now. Y/N doesn’t know what to think, what to believe, what to feel. If they really are her parents, then who are they, why did they leave her in the orphanage, where have they been all this time, do they know what happened to Y/N after they left her there? She finally looks into their eyes again.

“Who are you?” She manages to push out amidst all the other questions she wants to ask. She stands side by side with Tony now, but she knows her nomad group is close by, because she heard their footsteps coming closer.

“We’re Eternals,” Druig says, “we’ve been on Earth ever since its creation, watching over humanity and protecting them from certain… dangerous creatures.” He says not very convincingly, though Y/N can tell he’s telling the truth. “Though now it turns out to have just been a mission to collect as much human life as is needed for the planet to be destroyed. We’ve been fooled by our superior all this time, and we need your help.”

“See?” Tony whispers. “Told you it’s about the end of the world.” Y/N just gives him a glance before crossing her arms over her chest and looking suspiciously at Makkari and Druig.

My help? “Wait, so,” Y/N starts to say to get everything clearer, “you’ve been here for seven thousand years.” She says. “You’re seven thousand years old.” She states and the couple nods. “And apparently, you have magical powers. All of you, right?” Y/N looks around at the rest of the group of strangers, and they nod. That would explain why she herself has these weird abilities. She can’t believe this. “So…” she utters a dry chuckle, “why are you here now?” She looks back at Druig and Makkari. “Why are you here? Just to say hi? To tell us the world is ending while you haven’t helped in the least all the other times it was coming to an end?”

She didn’t expect anything more than she gets – the whole group being silent. “Yeah, we could have used your help against Loki and the aliens in New York.” Tony backs Y/N up, feeling frustrated by the news he’s received, as well.

“Or against Nazis in the 1940s.” Steve points out, his hand supportively resting on Y/N's shoulder. Makkari and Druig both see how this family—from afar not looking like one at all—Y/N has found is so protective over her.

“Or against Dreykov and his network of widows, who are girls trained to be assassins from a small age?” Y/N says and her voice reeks of disgust. Tears pool her eyes. “If you’re really my parents, why did you leave me at that place? Do you have any idea what happened to me?” Her lip begins to quiver and her voice shakes. She can’t keep her anger locked away anymore. “Why have you stood by all this time and just watched, knowing everything that happens in the world? Genocide, death, wars, little girls turned into assassins, people turned into monsters, thousands and millions of lives lost to pointless wars and disagreements?”

The desperate cries and voices of people under the rubble both in New York and Sokovia still ring in her ears as Y/N watches Druig and Makkari’s faces for any kind of answer. But she only sees sadness, regret, resentment towards themselves and their decisions. They’re folding into themselves because of this rightful outlash of a reaction, and it seems a part of them anticipated this kind of attitude from Y/N. They both know they did wrong, and have pulled themselves back from intervening in human affairs all this time. And they have many reasons for that, they just… want to let Y/N take her anger out. It feels better, it always does, even if it’s on them this time.

“I can’t do this,” Y/N raises her hands up in defeat, her eyes still glowing bright gold in her anguish, and she turns around and stomps away before anyone can say a word to her. Natasha gives her supposed parents a short glance that says much more than words would, and walks after Y/N. She affectionately lays her arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulls her into a side embrace as they continue to walk further away from the group, into the depths of the Avengers compound. Hand in hand. Sisters.

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ayos-letterboxd · 3 years

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ive been reading drukkari fics ever since i watched eternals on thursday so here’s a list of them that i’ll update as i find good ones 🙆🏻‍♀️

Eternally running, Makkari is a force of movement as the sun is a force of light. She is infinite, but faltering in the wake of so much wretched loss. Even the wind needs a home to come back to when the winter's faded and the meadows thawed, and to her, there is only one place that brings her such peace. And that is wherever he is.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34977589

Makkari and Druig decide to take a vacation after the Emergence and before they leave Earth, where they stargaze and refuse to eat vegetables.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34964653

In the quiet moments after the Emergence, Druig realizes that Makkari is attempting to bear the impossible burden of grief on her own. Wanting to help his most beloved, Druig goes to her to offer comfort.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34978798

the first night in South Dakota after the Emergence.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34977130

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grxceful-ly · 3 years

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Druig did have a lot to live for. He went where the humans went. Not only because they were his source of power, but because he saw himself in them. He loved them.

He loved many things that were back up on the surface, experiencing the end of the world.

I am in so much pain right now, he thought, and the thing I want most is to see Makkari.

(Or: The last battle of the movie, but from Druig's perspective.)

#drukkari #ao3 #drukkari fanfic #drukkari fanfiction #druig x makkari #druig #fanfiction #drukkari oneshot #they're so in love #eternals #marvel's eternals #marvel eternals #ikaris #eternals druig #eternals makkari #makkari

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stranger-nightmare · 3 years

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𝐈 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩

Pairing: Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: An intimate moment with Druig where he wants to watch you 👀

Warnings: pure smut, pwp, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), orgasm control / denial paired with mind control, slightly non-con I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), Druig being smug and cocky bc I consider that to be a warning😌 minors DNI

A/N: we’re severely lacking in Druig fics rn so I’m giving it a go! This idea popped into my head pretty much as soon as I left the cinema and it’s filthy lmao sorry. Also clearly forehead touching is a thing for me now, Drukkari have me so whipped😩

Please note this is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

It started how it always does: Druig catches your stare lingering on him, on his body. The way your eyes drag across his build, absent-mindedly chewing on your bottom lip. He doesn’t even need to use his powers to know what’s going through your mind. As always, he’s more than happy to oblige. And that’s how you, again, found yourself pinned to the wall in Druig’s room.

Your lips were intertwined in a frenzy of heated kisses. It didn’t take long for him to open your mouth with his own, sliding his tongue against yours. The sheer force of his kiss forced your head back against the wall. His strong torso secured you in that position, almost crushing you in his desperation to be as close to you as possible. His hands were currently cupping your face, keeping you in position and completely at his mercy. His one hand then trailed slowly down your neck, to your chest, over your breast, heaving up and down with your ragged breathing. Druig continued to drag his hand further and further down, grazing the waistband of your trousers. He pushes his fingers just under band, running his hand from one side to other, and back again. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he pulled his hand, and his mouth, away from you.

A sad whimper leaves your lips as he leans back, still keeping you in place by pinning you with his hips against the wall. You open your eyes to see him staring at you with the cockiest grin on his face.

“What? Why did you stop?” you cry breathlessly. You reach to pull his mouth back down to yours again but he remains firmly planted where he is, staring so intensely at you you think you might melt.

“I want to try something” he whispers.

Your eyes search his face, trying to see what exactly he’s got in mind. He smirks once again before leaning forward, just missing your awaiting lips to brush his own on the corner of your mouth. The passionate frenzy from seconds prior is suddenly replaced by a quiet and yet powerful intensity. His lips move slowly across your cheek, down to your jaw, to your throat, your collarbones. Gentle, featherlight brushes of his lips searing into your skin. You sigh and roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. He used this opportunity to trail his mouth back up your neck until he is right beside your ear, his lips just touching the edge of your earlobe.

“I want to watch you” he hums, pulling back slightly to to look down at you again.

“What?”

“I want to watch you” he repeats. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

The way he’s looking at you, his words, his filthy request, it all goes straight to your core. With almost numb legs you allow Druig to escort you over to his bed. You climb onto the mattress, back leaning against the headboard. Druig’s eyes never leave yours as he walks back round to sit on a chair situated at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view of you. He leans back in his chair and you take this as the signal to begin.

You lock eyes with him as you drag your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You then make quick work of reaching behind you to undo your bra, which swiftly joins your shirt on the floor. You just about hear the sharp intake of breath from Druig as his eyes shift to your exposed breasts. You once again rake your hands down your body, stopping briefly to knead at your own breasts a couple of times. A small smirk plays on your lips as you see the effect you’re having on Druig. You can tell he’s painfully hard as he palms the bulge in his dark jeans. Your hands go back up to caress your neck one more time before you curl your fingers to deliberately drag your nails down your front, leaving angry red scratches all the way from your neck down to your navel. The quiet “fuck” that leaves his mouth when he sees the marks on you let’s you know you’re heading in the right direction. You really were starting to enjoy this now.

You proceed to make swift work of removing both your trousers and underwear but you ensure to tuck your legs together, denying Druig the pleasure of seeing you just for a moment longer. You then make sure to lock eyes with him once again as you shift to part your legs, completely exposing yourself to him. The satisfied groan that leaves his mouth and the way his eyes drink in the sight of you almost have you cumming right there and then.

“Go on, my love. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it” he demands.

Maintaining eye contact you move your right hand down between your thighs. You swipe your middle finger through your already soaked folds. A quick gasp escapes you as you finally brush against your aching clit. Collecting your juices you add your index finger to the mix and slowly begin circling your clit. You can’t help the content sighs that leave your lips as you do so. Your other hand goes up to grope at your breast as you continue your slow circles. Your hips begin to buck in time with the movement of your fingers. It’s not long before the impatience grabs you and you begin to quicken your pace. You fight to keep your eyes open, focused on Druig as he continues to palm himself through the fabric of his jeans.

“Fuck you look amazing like this” he murmurs, his cock twitching in his pants. “Nonetheless I want you stop before you cum, you hear me?”

You nod absent-mindedly, the command not fully registering with you as you continue to work yourself into a state of pure pleasure. You can start to feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach and you desperately reach for it. You feel the empty ache in your core, wishing you had something to fill you up, but you continue to make do with your fingers frantically circling your clit. Your moans start to get louder, your other hand digging roughly into the flesh of your breast, your nails leaving deep marks in your skin. You feel your orgasm incoming, once again forcing your eyes open to gaze at Druig. His name is on the tip of your lips just as you’re about to go over the edge.

And that’s when you see Druig smirk and his eyes light up gold.

Suddenly you find yourself taking your hand away from your core, your orgasm retreating as you whine incredulously. You pant heavily as you glare at Druig, your hand somehow stuck beside you instead of between your legs where you wanted it.

“W- why? Why did you do that?” you exhale through your heavy breathing.

His smirk only grows as he states “I told you to stop. I told you to touch yourself, I never said to actually make yourself cum.”

Your about to protest when he finishes by clarifying “that’s a job for me, I think.”

He stands, pulling off his shirt at the same time. He unbuttons his jeans as he takes the few steps to the edge of the bed. He leaves his jeans open, just revealing a patch of his pants underneath. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels at the edge of the bed, before slowly crawling up the remaining the space until he climbs on top of you. He leans his face close into yours, for heads almost touching, his strong arms braced on either side of you. His eyes flash gold again and you feel yourself involuntarily lifting the hand that had previously been between your legs. That cocky grin returns as your hand finds its way to his face, and your two fingers find their way into his mouth.

You stare mesmerised, your mind and body completely surrendered to his power as he sucks your slick from your fingers. You feel your body go slack against the bed as his eyes dim down, regaining their natural colour. He gives you no time to recover as he quickly recaptures your lips with his. The fiery frenzy from before finally returning. He doesn’t kiss you too long though before he dips his head to latch his lips onto your neck, this time the featherlight brushing of lips is replaced with harsh nipping and sucking as he leaves his marks across your body. He continues this down the length of your body, following the red scratches left by your own hands just minutes previous.

Your hips buck upwards in anticipation as he approaches your navel. He continues to tease you by kissing down your side, over your hip bone, and down to your thighs. He grabs your left leg and swings it over his shoulder, continuing his attack on your skin, sucking bruising marks into your inner thighs. He teases you relentlessly, kissing right up to the apex of your thigh before skipping straight over your aching centre to continue nipping at your other leg.

“Druig” you whine. “Please…please” you plead with him. He simply answers with a small chuckle before he finally latches his mouth right where you want him.

No more teasing, he delves straight for your clit and sucks it into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He works you relentlessly, seemingly to make up for all the previous teasing. You can’t help yourself as your hips buck again and your head is thrown back, the pure bliss of the pleasure his mouth is giving you almost too much. That beautiful pressure starts to slowly build in the pit of your stomach but again the feeling of still being empty returns. Whether Druig actually read your mind or was just able to read your body remained to be seen, but suddenly you felt him push one, and then two fingers into your entrance. A ecstatic moan passes from your lips as he gives you exactly what you want, exactly what your body was craving. He pushes them in slowly, up to the knuckle, before scissoring them open inside of you. He repeats this action a few times before switching to curling his fingers forward, brushing the exact right spot inside you that has you absolutely squirming on the mattress. All the while his tongue continues to furiously work at your clit. Your close now, and he can tell.

His lifts his mouth briefly to instruct you to look at him. “Look at me, my love. I want to see you cum, I want to watch what I do to you.”

You lift you head up to look down at him in an attempt to obey his instruction, but the pleasure is almost too much, you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your incoming orgasm fast approaching.

Your eyes suddenly seem to open on their own accord and it’s quickly apparent why; Druig’s eyes are once again shining that beautiful gold. You want to reprimand him, tell him it’s unfair to use his powers on you like that. But all thoughts leave your head as you finally cum with a last curl of his fingers and lap of his tongue. That damn smirk of his returning as he watches with satisfaction as you clench around his fingers, fully riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl” he praises cockily as you attempt to regain control over your heavy breathing. It’s in vain though as the next second Druig is moving up your body again to place his mouth on yours. Again opening your mouth with his own, shoving his tongue against yours, making sure you get a good taste of yourself.

He continues to kiss you, feeing the bed shift beneath you you paw at his bare chest as he works to finally remove his jeans and pants, at last freeing his aching cock.

You go to reach for him but he simply grabs your hand and pins it back down to the mattress. Another whine almost escapes you as he shushes you quietly, his lips against the shell of your ear.

He begins that featherlight tracing of your skin with his lips once again as you finally feel the head of his dick brush against your folds. He rubs his dick up and down your folds twice, gathering the wetness there, before slowly sinking into you. He pauses at your sharp intake of breath, the sensation of him finally being inside you almost overwhelming. But you place your forehead against his, looking up into his eyes, and nod gently to signal for him to continue. He does so immediately, pushing into you to the hilt. He begins a languid pace of thrusting into you, your foreheads never breaking contact.

“You going to be a good girl and keep your eyes open for me this time? Or will I have to make you again?” He narrows his eyes at you, allowing them to flash gold briefly to emphasise his point.

He speeds up his pace and pushes bruising fingertips into your hip. He pinches your hip at the same time he goes “hmm?��, demanding you answer his command.

“Y-yes” you sigh.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I’ll keep my eyes open, Druig” you voice falters on his name as he thrusts deep and hard, right into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Good” and with that he shoves his other hand down between your legs to play with you clit. The sensations inside you build quickly, your fast approaching another orgasm, but this time you’re determined to keep your eyes open for him, you don’t think you could stand him suddenly pulling away at the last second as punishment for disobeying his command. With your foreheads still touching you rolled your head up slightly so that your lips could touch his again. The kiss is only brief before you have to pull away and put all your focus into keeping your eyes on him.

“Come on baby, I can feel your close. You’re almost there, just keep your eyes on me” he coos.

And with that your climax hits you, clenching around him. And this time you were sure to keep your eyes on him as your mouth falls open and you moan quietly.

“Fuck, now that’s exactly what I wanted to see” he groans as he finally stills and cums inside you, your clenching pussy and flushed face pushing him over the edge. He squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his head into neck as he does so.

Once you both come down from your highs he lifts his head again to place his forehead on yours. You stay like this for a little while, your bodies connected, your breath mixing. All too soon, though, he pulls out and gets off the bed, but not before placing a kiss to your temple and whispering a quick “good girl” in your ear.

He grabs a towel from somewhere in the room and cleans himself off before heading over to you and gently wiping you down. He grabs himself a pair of boxers and pulls them on before proceeding to give you the shirt he was wearing earlier. Druig walks back round to the bed to settle in beside you. You lay on your backs next to each other with only your heads turned so they just barely touched once again.

You hear him chuckle gently beside you. “Why are you pouting my love?” He questions you.

“It’s not fair. You using your power to force me to look at you whilst I came. You didn’t even award me the same curtesy” you huff dramatically.

He laughs quietly again as he gazed into your eyes again. He raises his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear and rest his palm on your face, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Next time, my beautiful beautiful y/n. Next time.”

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A/N: I have another Druig oneshot in the works rn, a little bit more angsty than this one so please be sure to follow me to see when it’s posted! Anyway I hope you enjoyed this!

See my other Druig oneshot here (smut, minors DNI)

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what it would be like to date druig-

kinda rude/guarded to most people except you

whispering sweet nothings

would do anything for you,, even if it came at a cost for himself

intense emotions,, he gets so passionate that he tends to get carried away and you're the only one who can calm him down

makes handmade gifts for you

doesn't show his emotions very much unless it concerns you

traditional pet names always (dearheart, my love, my heart, dove, etc.

he adores cuddles and wouldn't hesitate to show pda in public if you were comfortable with it

"my beautiful, beautiful (y/n)"

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mendessi · 3 years

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Druig Masterlist

Part I. The Reunion

Part II. The Temporary Fracture I

Part III. The Temporary Fracture II

Part IV. The Departure

Part V. Letters to Eleni

Part VI. Traitor

Part VII. Moonlight

Part VIII. The Breaking Point

BONUS: Eleni and Ikaris

IX: The Moment She Knew

X. Out Of Everyone

XI. All I Know

XII. The Royals

XIII. Timeless

WARNING: CERTAIN PARTS OF THIS STORY WILL BE REWRITTEN WHEN THE MOVIE IS RELEASED ON DISNEY+ AS I’LL BE ABLE TO WRITE MORE IN DETAIL OF CERTAIN SCENES

you don’t need to read in order honestly, some of them don’t even connect im just attached to eleni at this point our little banshee 🥺

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nyctophicbtch · 3 years

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Cure - Drukkari

[ Druig x Makkari ]

Request: Hi!!! Would you write a cute, sweet, Drukkari sickfic where our emo boi druig is down with something?

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,167

Being immortal was either a blessing or a curse. Death from physical sickness would be the least of the eternals' worries, however a particular night ended with Druig staring hopelessly at the wall as the rest of the lot pondered in confusion.

With Ajak gone, healing Druig in an instant wasn't possible anymore, which worried the crew, specifically a certain Makkari.

They've lived for millennials, and yet not a single physical sickness ever occurred until now.

While the others were on research duty, Sersi was on healing duty, making sure to try every human way she knew of to dispose of the sickness.

"How are you feeling?" She questioned as Druig watched her place a bowl on the desk by his bedside.

"Better. I suppose."

"And physically?"

"Still as sick as before."

Sersi allowed herself to get lost in thought before exiting his chambers in search of the others.

The hallways of the Domo were dim-lighted, and some might say slightly frightening, but the eternals had gotten used to passing through the interior after seven thousand years. And they'd certainly know where to look for each member.

"How is he?" Makkari paused her reading to sign to Sersi as she felt her footsteps approaching. Books were scattered around, and it seemed that Makkari, along with Phastos, had been swiftly going through each one in search for a cure.

Sersi shook her head in response, adding, "The human methods do make him feel more relaxed, but they aren't affecting his physical state." Makkari merely frowned at that for a second before speeding off to Druig's chambers.

"Well hello, dear. Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a while." He weakly gave her one of his signature smug smiles, glancing at her through hooded eyes as she stood to observe his state, her eyes darting to the bowl left untouched in his desk.

"You can't keep doing this. You need to eat that," she signed, earning a sigh from the man in her line of vision.

When Druig said nothing, Makkari approached the stubborn eternal who had his gaze on the ceiling. He felt the bed slightly dip as she sat, looming over him in concern.

"Eat," she signed once his eyes finally shifted to her.

Druig groggily sat up, his back rested against the pillow as Makkari handed the bowl. He knew she was persistent, and he would never see the end of it if he didn't comply. But he also saw the masked concern in her eyes, trying to stay composed for him when all she wanted to do was breakdown and panic.

He felt her lean closer to him, a cool hand touching his forehead.

"These things taste terrible."

"It will help," Makkari signed in response, shifting in the bed to face him. Although she knew she was trying to convince herself more than Druig.

"Makkari," he sighed, reaching a hand out to caress her cheek, thumb gently stroking as he admired her. She gave him a gentle smile which only seemed to deepen his lovestruck gaze.

This was her breaking point. She'd been stuck in her room for days, trying to find a cure for him, letting Sersi look after him. The only times she'd visit were short and swift, making sure his condition wasn't worsening, but that was it. She had been so caught up in her own worry and concern to even notice how solemn Druig was over the past week.

Makkari watched as he quickly finished the contents in the bowl before having to complain about the odd flavor, feeling pity for how miserable he looked.

"What did Sersi put in this?" he grumbled as Makkari set the bowl on the desk.

“I don’t know, but a lot of leaves.” Makkari always loved when she and Druig conversed without having to sign. The fact that they could talk through their heads was some sort of intimacy reserved only for the two of them that they both enjoyed, although the different thoughts running through her head often puzzled Druig.

“Now rest.”

“Can’t you stay?” he hummed, grabbing her wrist before she would walk away.

“I still need to help find a cure.” She gave a quick peck to his cheek before pushing his shoulders down, letting him sink into the bed. She took the bowl from his desk and took her time to walk out from his chambers, not bothering to run her way out.

“Don’t walk around. We don’t want you passing out again.” This time she signed, just before exiting the doorway.

Makkari probably didn’t see the little nod he gave, but it wasn’t as if he was going to listen anyways. The day he collapsed just from a mere walk around the domo had the whole team frightened to death, but Sersi and Phastos had made sure that it wouldn’t happen again.

Druig barely felt sick at all. Tiny headaches formed from time to time, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t see properly. So he stood, detaching himself from the covers that had hidden his figure the entire day.

It hadn't even been any more than a few seconds when he saw the faint blur and felt a slight push on his shoulders, forcing him to sit back down on the bed.

Makkari appeared before him with a look of pure annoyance, arms crossed, and feet tapping impatiently.

A simple "No" was all Druig heard when he looked into her mind.

"Stay with me then," he said nonchalantly.

Makkari carefully analyzed his face, contemplating his request, and her features softened as she slowly strutted over to the bed.

Makkari silently climbed into the bed, and Druig lifted the covers to tuck her next to him. He could see the worrisome frown on her face as he two eyed each other.

“My Makkari,” he whispered, fingers brushing against her cheek. “Don’t dwell on this too much. The others might think you’re growing from the wrinkles.”

At that she slapped his hand away, lips forming a genuine giddy smile. Druig formed a smile of his own in response, slowly inching his lips closer to hers.

Makkari’s stomach twisted and turned in anticipation, along with all the overwhelming thoughts racing through her mind. Her thoughts ran through her mind just as fast as she, herself, could, which didn’t help Druig in his case.

“Stop thinking,” he whispered, quieter than the last, tracing the shape of her face with the back of his fingers.

A tear escaped her as she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, her own hand coming up to gently cradle his face as he wiped the single tear away.

When the two pulled away, Makkari's lips formed a smile on its own as she rested her forehead against his, another intimate gesture that was often passed between the two.

“I promise we will find the cure,” she signed as she parted from him, and he smiled at her in return.

“I know you will.”

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casi-eternal · 3 years

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First at all. English isn't my first language so am really sorry if there's some mistakes.

And is been a LONG TIME since i write something.

It was a nice evening, you were sitting in your couch watching a movie, relaxing with a cup of tea, when someone knocks at your door "Who's there?" You asked.

"Y/N it's me, Ikaris, open the door please" you frown at that and keep going with your things "Leave" was the only thing you said and other knock sounds, this time louder "Open the door, is important" "Go away, I don't have time for whatever you have to say."

"Stop acting like a kid and open the door" you hear Ikaris "Hey Y/N open the door, we bring your boyfriend" You hear Sprite say and you froze on your place 'He's here? There's no way they bringing him here.' You thought and go to the door "My what?" You said opening the door and reveling almost all of your fellow eternals "Druig? What are you doing here? Come here" the mind controller passed you entering your house and before anyone enter you close the door on Ikaris face and hearing a groan.

"Hey, why didn't call me, if I was knew that you where outside I open the door before" "You know Ikaris, likes to be the protagonist" "Yeah, fuck Ikaris" both sit in your couch and you turn off the tv "How are you? What brings you here? And what are you doing with them? I thought you don't want anything to have with any of them or well, at least with Ikaris and his minions" Druig smile at how you express about your fellow eternals "The village is destroy, everyone is gone" he said and you could feel the sadness in his voice.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? If Ikaris did that I swear in this moment that I'll go out and kick his ass so hard that..." Druig's stop you placed their hands on your shoulders, he sighs and look at your eyes "The deviants are back, Ajak and Gilgamesh are gone, a group of deviants attacked the village and we where send here on a suicide mission and the world is ending in a few days."

You stay quiet for a moment processing all the information that the blue eyed given to you.

"What's the plan?" Druig smile at your response "There's a celestial that's about to born and I have to put him sleep or else the Earth is destroy" you look at him at the eyes and nod "Right! Sounds easy, I mean definitely it's not like you've never put a celestial to sleep before,yeah we definitely gonna survive this."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence" you stand from the couch and stretch "Anytime baby" givin a wink you offer your hand and he take it "You know, Ikaris would hate you for close the door on his face" you shrugged, take your stuffs and open the door.

"Oh right people, let's go, the end of the world is going to happen and we need to prepare this guy to stop it."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

"So, how did you end up getting this emerald tablet my beautiful beautiful Makkari?" she look at the tablet and taking it from Druig's hands "Did you miss me?" The group of eternals look at the interaction and having confused expressions while you laugh at the couple.

"Well hello there, looks like someone received the tablet that I sent" you said approximate to them, smiling you put between them and looks directly at Makkari 'I know that you missed me but why not you show me how much?' you sign to her and she give you a big hug.

"You found the emerald tablet?" Druig ask when the hug finish "Well I know Makkari was looking for one and that come to my hands so I thought it would be a good gift for my best friend" "I thought that I was your best friend" said Druig now offended "Of course you are, but Makkari too, I can have two best friends" he looks at you and Makkari and later say "Yeah, but I feel betrayed by the two woman's most important for me."

"Aww I'm one of the most important woman in your life?" "You know you are" "I know but I love to hear it."

"Okay what's going on here? You guys are dating? Because I'm really confused" said Kingo looking at the three of you.

"You think I'm date Druig?" You ask trying not to laugh "Your not?" "Of course not, why the hell did you think that?"

All stay in silence and you put from your pocket a Twinkie that you stole from Ikaris package and offered to Druig 'Now can you explain to me why the painture I made in 1863 and disappear is here?' you ask to Makkari and she just give to you a sly smile and disappear into the hallway.

"How's William?" Druig ask while open the Twinkie "Fine, he's on L.A., receive a call and it was important" "You gonna tell him about the end of the world?" "I don't want to but I have to" you sigh and take a sit "I'm really sorry for your village, I know how important is for you" "Is more important stop a celestial"

You both stay quiet for a moment and then Makkari get back with something in her hands 'What's this' you sign 'A wedding gift' she sign happily and you laugh 'Makkari my wedding was years ago' "Yes, but we never have the chance to give you anything" said Druig, "Open it" he nudge your shoulder gently.

You take the little box and carefully opened reveling a beautiful small pectoral shield with a chimalli on then, is was made of gold, with turquoise stone on their. A viking horn and a dagger from the XIV century. You can't help but smile at the memories and all the moments come to you.

"What a peculiar wedding gift"

'We thought that you deserve to have close to you something that remind you who you are and the importance you bring for the people in this planet' Makkari signed and you nod 'Thank you.'

"The shield was my idea, your one of the greatest warriors I ever met and the horn is from Makkari, we know how important was that era for you, that two things are what makes you who you are, you find yourself in them and you don't have anything from that time."

'And the dagger is to Bill' you roll your eyes laughing and close the box "I imagine that, he will be happy to have something historical" "Well we could give you the 'Jack The Ripper' weapon but is to much work" said Druig shrugged "This is enough, thank you guys."

You give a hug to both of them and Kingo comes to ruin the moment.

"Okay let's go back, you married and don't invite any of us?" "We can't have a private moment?" You said angry "Oh no, don't act offended now, who's your husband and when did you get marry?"

"Phastos, I need to control the mind of a Celestial" said Druig making the attention of everyone goes to Phastos and the solution of the celestial. 'You know, if they would now bother me about my marriage, I don't want to imagine how they will be when they find out about yours with Makkari' you think knowing he would be in your head 'Don't you dare' 'Of course not. I owe you one' 'Now I'm your only best friend, right?' 'Yes, but don't tell Makkari or she will beat our ass' 'Deal.'

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“You really thought distracting me while we were trying to come up with a plan to save the planet was a good idea?”

“I missed you,”

“It’s been barely two years!”

“Well, you’re the one who’s distracting, gorgeous.”

Druig was trying to focus. He really was. He knew that coming up with a plan to stop the Emergence was very important. Hell, he was the plan to stop the Emergence, so he of all the Eternals should be paying attention what what Phastos was saying.

But Makkari hadn't moved after taking back her Emerald Tablet. She still stood right in front of him, so close that the slightest movement would have her back against his chest. And oh, it was so tempting to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her close, to rest his chin on her shoulder, to announce to the others, “This is my beautiful, beautiful Makkari, and she is the only reason I’m helping.”

To be fair, the fate of humanity was a close second.

He settled instead for nudging her, as if he were a puppy craving attention. Makkari responded immediately, tearing her gaze from Phastos’ plan to look up at him with a smile. Druig only held her eyes for a moment before looking away, which was probably for the best as he just caught her eyes lowering to his lips. He had to fight back the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Eventually, finally, they dispersed. Or, rather, Ikaris stormed out and Kingo went after him, effectively ending the strategizing session. Makkari was quick to seize Druig’s hand and lead him through the Domo to her room.

“What was that?” she demanded, though a smile played on her lips. “You really thought distracting me while we were trying to come up with a plan to save the planet was a good idea?”

“I missed you,” Druig replied with a pout.

“It’s been barely two years!”

“Well, you’re the one who’s distracting, gorgeous.”

“And that! Are we done hiding?” Druig sobered.

“Gil died, Makkari,” he said softly. Her face fell, and she nodded. “Life can be cut short, even for us. I don't want to spend another minute not loving you plainly and loudly and obnoxiously.” That coaxed a weak giggle from her.

“Sounds good to me.” At long last, Druig pulled her into his arms for a crushing hug. He buried his face in her neck, and he could feel that her nose was slightly squished against his chest, but she didn't complain. She just clung to him as tightly as he clung to her.

“We’re gonna be okay, right?” he said against her skin, voicing the fear that had been gnawing on him since the others had found him in the Amazon. “We’re gonna get through this?”

“Of course.” Makkari pulled back to sign. “You’re going to put the baby Celestial to sleep, and then you are never leaving my side again.” Druig grinned at the possessive glint in her eyes. He sometimes wondered if she considered him the most precious thing she’d ever collected.

“A life sentence I’ll happily resign myself to, my love.”

“I’ve missed you calling me that.”

“It’s barely been two years,” Druig said with a smirk.

“Say it again?”

“My love,” he repeated. He pulled her close again, cradling her head against his chest so she could better feel the vibrations. “Makkari, my love. My eternal love.”

“Druig?” She signed against his hip so they wouldn't have to break their embrace. “Could we lie down for a minute?”

“Trying to seduce me into your bed, are we?” He felt her smile.

“No. Just want you to hold me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. C’mere, you.” Druig scooped her into his arms, even though the bed was only a few paces away. He sat down, holding her in his lap to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “I love you, okay?”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“No, really. We just learned that most of our life was a lie. My love for you, that’s one of the only things I know is true.” Makkari rested her head on his shoulder.

“There’s at least one another thing I can assure you is true. My love for you.”

“Thank you, darling.”

Druig lay down, pulling Makkari with him. She curled up against him, her head resting on his chest right over his heartbeat. He began tapping on her forearm, sometimes a few words in Morse code, sometimes just random patterns. He tried to keep his breathing steady for her, even though he was terrified of the task that lay ahead, even though having Makkari in his arms was setting off all sorts of signals in his brain.

“Do you think we should go back?” Makkari asked after a few minutes. She sat up, glancing at the door warily.

“I guess we should. Just one last thing I need to do.” Drug sat up and pressed his lips to her in a bruising kiss. He gently pushed her against the wall, cradling her face in his hands. Makkari quickly lost her fingers in his hair.

Druig tried not to think that this could be the last time he kissed Makkari. He wished he could absorb her seemingly endless optimism that they could make it through.

“I love you,” he said yet again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” She pressed her forehead to his. “You can do this. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“My sweet Makkari. If you believe in me, I can do anything. If it means keeping you safe, I will do anything.”

Happy Valentine’s Day! Is this possibly the fluffiest thing I ever wrote for Drukkari? I’ll let you decide.

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hepbaestus · 2 years

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Fading into the Shadows snippets

Here are some random sentences/small phrases from what's written so far;

"No one could match their love.”

"Zinnia's were their favourite flower."

It had all our secrets.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, beautiful?"

even though they knew it'd be almost impossible to die.

Confusion spread across Druig's face.

she was idealising them almost too much.

I tried to get a range of phrases from random points in the fic that sound pretty ambiguous. I'd like to hear what you thoughts are on the fic; what it might be and stuff like that.

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themoonandvenuslovechild · 3 years

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i have this idea in my head of druig and makkari being in a relationship but they both like you and want to be with you and they’re having like an unspoken competition of who can get you to fall for them first and then one day druig hears moaning in makkari’s room and he opens the door just a little and makkari is eating you out and making you squirm and she can feel he’s there so she turns and smiles and he just says “guess you got to her first then, eh?” and you’re like what and then they both tell you that they like you and then absolutely worship your body for hours

the real question is: should i write it?

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elenarodriiguez · 3 years

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day twenty five: muffled screams | d & m

summary: death when you’re an immortal being is a strange concept to think about.

pairing: druig x makkari

warnings: spoilers, canon typical violence, themes of death

word count: 1060

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Druig can’t tell if he died at Ikaris’s hands or not. It’s a strange thing to dwell over, death that is, because before Ajak’s murder and Gilgamesh’s untimely death it had never occurred to him before. One day he hadn’t existed (didn’t remember his previous existences) and then the next he’d woken up on the Duomo.

He’d witnessed death - senseless deaths, peaceful deaths, bloody and violent deaths - a thousand times over, each time chipping away at his heart, but never once had he applied the principle to himself. The apparent immortality which they’d been bestowed had been something of a curse in his eyes, he was never like Sprite, wanting to grow older and experience the world like a human, but he hadn’t cared much for eternal life either.

Not when he felt children die as their parents mourn the loss, witnessed genocides enacted upon innocent people for the sake of power and influence and little else, heard the villagers curse his godly nature when their loved ones passed. But had he ever wanted to die, did he ever wish to be released into death’s loving embrace? He couldn’t honestly say the thought had ever crossed his mind.

As he floated between consciousness and the endless darkness, he heard a muffled scream coming from far away, almost missing it with how far away it sounded, how quickly he was fading. His ability to stay awake, to carry on breathing, wavers, and he finds his eyes drifting shut, not knowing how long it had been when he awakens. While the sun is still shining brightly, and pain pulses through every atom of his body, he can’t hear anything going on near the crater Ikaris had tried to bury him in.

Despite his body’s cries for him not to move, he forces himself upright, his ears ringing loudly enough that it’s the only thing he can hear. Once he’s heaved his way out of the crater, he sees another one of Sprite’s illusions popping up around her and Sersi, another attempt at trickery so that they can die for Arishem’s cause and lose one another forever.

His movements are slow, trying to keep himself steady enough to make it over to Sprite without garnering her or Ikaris’s attention, but he manages to get to them just in time, knocking her out with a rock midway through her spiel. He helps Sersi off of the ground, his body protesting as he helps heave her up, informing her that he is not the right person to stop the Celestial from rising, but that she is.

He watches as she turns the knife Sprite stabbed her with into water, a proud smile tugging at his lips as she finally owns her powers. For years he’d watched her struggle from afar, her own feelings of uselessness and insecurity being projected onto him like a tsunami crashing onto the land, but finally, after breaking free from Ikaris’s shadow those feelings were gone.

She rushes off to finish what they started, and he allows himself the courtesy of slumping to the floor the moment she can no longer see him, nudging Sprite’s body to see if she’s still breathing. Not five minutes later, the bracelet which Phastos made for them is radiating golden light, the patterns on his armour flaring out in front of him as his body is lifted towards the sky, his power being shared with Sersi.

The icy feeling of the Celestial’s death brought on by Sersi courses through his veins, and he briefly wonders if the others can feel it too. For the first time since he was flown into the crater, he allows himself to think of Makkari, the grief stricken look on her face as Ikaris flew away with him, Druig unable to do anything except hold on for dear life. He begs the world to have kept her alive and safe, and in that moment he decides that once they make it back to the others, he will never leave her again.

As his body is carefully placed on the ground, he takes one look at Sprite, who quietly groans nearby, before deciding to leave her there, knowing Sersi would come back looking for her in no time at all. The walk across the beach isn’t long, although his body makes its protests against the exertion known, and soon enough he sees her. Thena’s the one to notice him first, Makkari’s gaze staring off into the distance, but when she turns her head to look at him, he can’t help the smile that he sends her way.

As she runs over to him, her powers momentarily forgotten, he lets his arms fall to his sides, tugging her close to his chest as soon as she’s in arm’s reach. Not wanting to part from her, he rests his head against her forehead, staring into her eyes and smiling at her, even when a stray tear rolls down her cheek. He tries to convey through his eyes that he’s okay, that he loves her, that seven thousand years of pining is too long, that five hundred years without her was torture, but in the end, he settles for pulling her into his side and holding her close.

“I’m okay.” He signs as she carefully drapes her hand around his waist, fearing him being fragile enough to shatter into a million tiny pieces. “I love you Makkari, I never want to spend another lifetime without you in my arms.”

She turns her head and smiles at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips in response.

“Me neither, my beautiful, beautiful Druig.”

His cheeks flush as he rolls his eyes and tries to play off his embarrassment from the compliment as an effect of the heat, but she knows him too well. She turns his head towards her, mouthing the word beautiful at him and signing it emphatically, not allowing him to look away. Tilting her chin up, he ducks his head down and kisses her on the lips, smiles forming at both ends of the kiss, and Druig can practically taste the joy and relief coming off of her.

It’s then that he realises that Death wouldn’t take him from her, couldn’t take him from her, because they’d both fight tooth and nail to be reunited, no matter what it takes.

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stranger-nightmare · 3 years

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𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲

Pairing: Kingo x (female) Eternal!Reader

Summary: responding to an ask for something ‘fun and intimate’ with Kingo. You and Kingo are enjoying dinner together, he decides he wants a taste of something else…

Warnings: fluff, the Eternals being a cute family🥺 smut, oral (f receiving), Kingo being a flirty mess, minors DNI

A/N: this is my first writing for a request so I hope you like it! I took inspiration from the request and from this scene in Eternals where they’re having a cute dinner together🥺

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

It was one of those rare occasions where all of you, all of the Eternals, were actually sat down for a meal together. You all sat around the long table, enjoying the food, and each other’s company for once.

You were sat across from Kingo, who took almost every opportunity to send a flirty wink your way when no one else was looking. You and Kingo had been together for decades now, unbeknownst to your fellow Eternals. You just know how much teasing you’d get from it. For the most part it was fine, your and your fellow Eternals usually spent your time apart anyway, leaving you free to be with Kingo, it was only on these odd dinner occasions that you actually had to work at hiding your relationship. But right now, Kingo was not exactly doing a good job.

Those flirty winks sent your way eventually turned into him wiggling his eyebrows not-so-subtly at you. You just rolled your eyes and attempted to ignore him, trying to keep your focus on the story that Ikaris was telling.

Kingo, however, was persistent, eventually taking the opportunity to trace his leg up yours under the table. Now you were really getting flustered and frustrated, for sure the other Eternals would find out if he kept this up.

Eventually you can’t take it anymore, getting up from your seat you announce that you’re going to get a headstart on doing the dishes, seeing as the food portion of the dinner was over.

You’d barely reached the sink when you felt strong hands grip you from behind, spinning you around. You had just enough time to acknowledge it was Kingo before he was placing his lips on yours. You could feel his smile as he moved his lips against yours.

You shove him back gently.

“Kingo!” You whisper. “Everyone else is literally in the next room!”

“Mmm I know, but I just couldn’t resist, you just look so damn tasty, much better than Ikaris’ cooking” he coos.

You both laugh. “That’s not saying much, Ikaris’ cooking sucks” you confirm, still laughing.

“I know, I don’t know why we ever let him host this dinner” he jokes back with you. “That’s why I’ve come to get a taste of something else instead. Or rather, someone else…” he trials off, that damn eyebrow of his arching again.

You narrow your eyes at his ludicrous statement, but he simply starts wiggling his eyebrows again until you start giggling.

“We cant,” you sigh, “it’s too risky, like I said, everyone else is only a room away.”

“Well I guess you’ll just have to be quiet then won’t you?” He winks again.

He beams at you as he lifts you up and on to the kitchen counter. He then mocks your shocked expression as he hikes your skirt up slightly before hooking his fingers into your tights and underwear, pulling them down and off you.

Before you know it he’s down on his knees and pulling your legs open, taking in the sight of you. With one final wink up at you he dives his head between your thighs. The moment his tongue touches to your clit you let out a loud gasp, which causes him to pull back immediately. You whine before you see him put a finger to his lips, reminding you of the need to be quiet. You nod enthusiastically as he finally goes back in, licking right up your slit several times before pausing to pay particular attention to your clit.

He’s lapping and sucking at you like he really is a starving man, absolutely devouring you. It takes everything in you to keep your moans to yourself, especially as you start you feel the pleasure building, your orgasm getting closer and closer.

You squirm and grind against Kingo’s mouth, your one hand in his black curls and the other holding you up on the counter. Your movements combined with his mouth quickly take your fight to the edge, your climax beginning to wash over you. You have to take your hand out of Kingo’s hair to clamp over your mouth as you attempt to muffle the moan that escapes you as you cum.

You look down just in time to see Kingo stand back up, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. He makes a face as if accessing something.

“Hmm, I can now confirm you definitely do in fact taste better than Ikaris’ cooking” he grins at you.

“Ha very funny” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You’re about to pull him for a kiss when…

“Are you guys done yet?!” You suddenly hear Sprite yell from round the corner.

You freeze and Kingo both freeze, wide eyed.

“What? I thought we were quiet!” You whisper harshly at Kingo.

“Oh you were” you hear Phastos call.

Suddenly all the Eternals round the corner, confronting you and Kingo in the kitchen. You move to stand behind Kingo, rushing to pull your skirt back down. You move to just have your head peaking round Kingo’s side, taking in all your fellow Eternals as they fill the kitchen.

“Then, h-how did…?” Kingo trials off.

“Oh well we may not have heard of you, but unfortunately for you Makkari picked up on the vibrations happening in here, she was not best pleased so decided to share with the group so we could all share in her misery at hearing you two going at it” Druig drawls, smirking smugly.

“Makkari!” You chastise her.

“Sorry” she signs at you whilst shrugging.

“So how long has this been going on then?” Sersi asks. You and Kingo share a bashful look before all of you burst out laughing together.

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