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Procesión de la Muerte (Procession of the Dead) - Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader Halloween Oneshot

Pairings: Druig x Hecate!Eternal Reader, Druig x Kaetlyn Word Count: over 4.0k Summary: How a wife's love for her emo-pacifist mind-controller husband accidentally created a centuries old legend of the Amazon Rainforest, ended up bringing to light one of the most sacred and honored celebrated traditions in South and Central America. Warning(s): Words that are bold and italisized indicate spoken in another language bc I can't speak nor write Spanish & don't want to offend anyone by using Google Translate, Angst, mention of death & genocide & war (fun stuff y'all), mentions of depression and PTSD, slight mention of blood, necromancy practices, probably really inaccurate descriptions of magic and magical practices, Kaet is seriously so gone for Druig (i fucking love these two dorks), Cerberus is the goodest boi,

Notes: Yes, I know that Halloween has technically passed, but I had midterms and projects during the time so I'm using the rest of the season as a Free Fall fics pass until December. So this oneshot was beta read by the ever-so lovely @ethereal-athalia, who has so graciously sacrificed herself agreed to beta read all of my fics for the upcoming future while my usual beta reader @valeskafics, is currently really busy with law school until the foreseeable future! Even so, please go visit her blog because she is one of the best writers on Tumblr, especially if you are a fan of Ewan Mitchell, and the HOTD/GOT universe! If you have read any of my past works, you know that my girl @ethereal-athalia is pretty much the co-parent of this Eternals AU idea, and I absolutely love sharing ideas with her, and making connections to make these fics more interesting. Anyway, please be kind and enjoy!

There was an energy that encompassed the autumnal season’s high holiday that made its ancient magic so enchanting and powerful. It was a time known across practitioners of the mystic arts of any field that autumn was a season known more than for its abundance and harvest. It was a time of transformation, of when summer’s green fertility gave way to winter’s bleak barrenness. It was when the veil between the physical and spiritual planes was at its thinnest. A time in which both magic practitioners and mundane were able to catch the slightest glimpse to the other side. This was the time where magic was at its peak, and it was all because of you- his love; his wife; his angel of shadow & death who was also his harbinger of light & life.

Although the environment of his home rarely changes throughout the year, Druig still felt the unmistakable chills that danced on his bare skin that came with transition from summer to autumn, and from there approached winter’s foreshadowing. Despite the abandonment of summer’s warmth, the mind-controller Eternal was often teased by you for being considered an avid enthusiast for the unforgiving seasons by the standards of their family. However, it was Samhain that made your husband greet the year’s end with such glee. Furthermore, it was a day that would forever be etched into the bareness of his being by the testaments of your love and devotion towards him. Each act from you followed from an event that harrowed him.

But the only way to best understand was by starting at the beginning.

It was no secret that you worked best at night with the only witnesses to your work being the moon and stars. Although you adored the bustling livelihood that thrived in the village you and your husband created, there was something about the darkness and solitude of the night that made Kaetlyn feel more connected to her magic than the garish light of day could ever dream to accomplish. It was common for Kaetlyn would burn the midnight oil conducting experiments and immerse herself in research to secrets that still remained a mystery to her – even after 7000 years of existence.

Meanwhile, Druig would fall into a deep state that vaguely resembled a still corpse if it were not for the subtle rising and falling of his chest in tandem with his breathing. When the lily-pale mind-controller fell asleep, there was little that could get him up from his slumber. Too many times Ajak had lectured him for how late he would sleep into the day – not to mention the staggering occurrences in which he would accidentally sleep through a natural catastrophe. It became commonplace for their former leader to ask his lover to awaken him in the most compromising acts. It was inconvenient, but it got the job done.

 But since the couple separated from their family as a result of witnessing the fall and horrific genocide of the once glorious Aztec civilization centered around Tenochtitlan from the Spanish Conquistadors, there would be nights where Druig would be unable to fall asleep. It did not matter what he would do in attempt to tire him, his memory of fire and screams plagued his mind in an endless cycle of misery and devastation. It did not matter that he prevented further bloodshed by taking over the minds of the humans; it mattered even less when he and his angel led the horde of mortals south from the ruins to the land that they now call home. Sleep always evaded the somber Eternal, and whatever sleep he managed to get would be afflicted by memories turned nightmares of the horrors he had been forced to witness as a bystander to humanity’s cruelty by orders of their former leader.

The sight of your dearest in such agony tore your heart in the most brutal manner. Although you had also been long tormented by watching 7000 years of destruction, your heart had been hardened as a consequence to the multitude of deaths that you had to personally oversaw as a physician and a fighter. While you still carried hope for mankind, most of the naïve idealist dreams expired with time. However, this was not the case for Druig. You knew more than anyone that the strength of your lover’s will was overshadowed by the tenderness in his heart for those weaker than him and his family. It was that persisting quality of the beautiful mind-controller that drew the impulsive shadow wielder into his orbit, and eventually what caused such enduring steadfastness from your part.

It was not without tremendous effort from his wife’s part to get the immortal insomniac to get some rest. But all of your efforts were wasted on her part. Every night you would lead Druig to your shared bed, and whisper sweet words of comfort, as well as voicing your desperate pleas for him to finally rest. You would carefully stroke the firm lines of his frame with the tender touch of her fingertips, quickly finding areas of taut muscle to knead away any knots with your skillful hands. You had created countless versions of sleeping draughts that would calm his mind, and thousands of potions that would prevent him from dreams. But memories held more power than dreams, and so all of your efforts were met with the continued grief of your beloved.

Not being able to bear the sight of Druig’s turmoil, you decided to take further action. With your talents in the arcane, you designed a complex ritual that could only be completed at a grand scale- one that would take over an entire continent. It involved a form of magic that took up so much power and energy, it was only to be used as a last resort in any form of situation- necromancy. A magic that was only possible in theory, its crudest form was born before the outermost Walls of Babylon had yet to be constructed. You were approached by a shaman that was outcasted by her tribe when her husband discovered that she had been sacrificing their livestock to Ereshikigal, the Mesopotamian Queen of the Dead that ruled the Underworld. The woman had thought the Eternal to be the goddess herself, and begged you to allow the woman to see her late son that died in a raid.

Replying with only that her son was in peace in the higher dome in the heavens, you advised the shaman to return to her husband and perform a cleansing ritual to purify their home from the anger of the murdered animals. However, the shaman only pressed further, blurting out that the spirit of her son had been calling out to her in dreams. She revealed that she would stop until her son was at peace in the arms of Anu in An. Against you better judgement, you allowed yourself to be swayed by the mother’s grief, telling her that she would try her best to guide her son to the heavens so that he may rest in peace, but there would be no guarantee of success. After the woman gave her thanks by kneeling to the ground in a deep bow, you set off to work.

The Eternal spent months scouring over texts that theorized the use of magic manifestation, and detailed dreams of the dead rising. You recruited Makkari to search for more artifacts and texts in efforts to make the poor woman’s request a reality, a favor the silent speedster was more than happy to fulfill. It was only when winter was soon to be upon them that you were able to summon enough energy to prepare the ritual. Tracing a circle into the earth to serve as a temporary portal to the spiritual realm, the Eternal carved in the symbols that would allow you to put greater focus into directing the energy in the circle to attract the spirit’s energies before trapping it within its boundaries. From there, you would use the symbols that you painted on your skin to allow the magic around you to deconstruct the spirit’s current form into unbound electromagnetic particles, before reconstructing the matter into a more visible form. This flow of energy and change in the state of matter could only be achieved by physically placing your hands in the center of the circle. Using a mixture of your blood and the mother’s as a medium for the spirit to bind to so that there would not be such a large gap in the energy needed to activate the spell, it was finally complete.

It should have not have come as a surprise to her when she lost consciousness towards the end of the ritual. The raw power that connected her body to the earth felt as if liquid fire was coursing through her veins. The painted symbols became carvings as they dug into her body with searing pain as blood poured from the wounds. And though her body collapsed and she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, Kaet knew that she was successful. As she laid on the ground, two words belonged to a young man’s voice echoed in her ear.

“Thank you.”

And from a budding magical practitioner’s too soft heart, came forth the rawest and crudest form of one of the most innately unstable and powerful fields of magic- necromancy.

From that day, the symbols took permanent residence on your skin, along with the ability to see the dead that were tied to the physical world, unable to move on for whatever reason. And although you adored your newfound power, Druig made you promise to never commit such acts on your own ever again. The ancient witch was met with screams of panic from Sersi when she and Sephia ventured out in search for you after seeing that you had not been in your room that morning. The site of you lying in a pool of your own blood with unfamiliar symbols etched into your skin was haunting to say the least.

The risk of your husband staring at you with glaring disappointment and furious worry was one worth taking if it meant that he could finally allow himself to rest. It took years of careful preparation; painfully precise attention to detail and timing; and endless travels across the globe to scour for masters in various fields of magic that specialized in divination, transformation, and theology. After nearly 10 years, when the veils between the two worlds finally overlapped for magic to reach its peak- along with the aid provided by the appearance in the hare moon’s rarity (when the earth was in perfect alignment with the Sun and Moon)- you knew that there was no time better than now.

That night, you sent out your shadows to search for any souls from the same genocide that haunted her beloved, and if they were in a state of unrest. You handed the village’s Head Weaver a small leather bag filled with ebony wood beads strung together and red string. While you hated to keep secrets from Druig, you knew that he would be able to sense the shift in the energies that surrounded them if you were successful. When the preparations were finally completed and your oldest shadow informed you of the location of the ritual, you left the bracelet that the Weaver finished – enchanted with spell that would be activated the same time of the ritual – on your pillow of their bed as you laid a tender kiss on his brow before setting off with only Cerberus by your side.

When Druig rose from his slumber – still wrought with gunpowder and fire – he instinctually reached for his wife, only for his fingers to feel a smooth, rounded texture. Opening his eyes, he noticed that your pillow was cold, but showed signs being slept in from the previous night. While such a sight would cause a much more panicked reaction from the man, he was comforted by the small note that laid carefully next to his gift. Picking up the parchment, a sense of calm washed over Druig as he took in the notes of jasmine and myrrh that come from your natural parfum.

Contents of Letter Below it:

My dearest Beloved,

I am sure that my absence from our bed must have been a rather awful shock to you. Please know that I am more than well, and have only been informed of unusual occurrences full of malicious whispers and daunting sights. And as much as I adore our home and your company, you know more than anyone of how my curiosity cannot be satisfied with only rumors and tales. No, I decided that it would be best to see it with my very own eyes. And although it would bring me nothing but joy to have you by my side, I could not bear wake you from your slumber. Rest suits my love, and it has been decades since you have slept so fitfully. Your dreams have been a constant source of your misery, and I do believe that this area may hold some promise to show me of how to ease your mind.

Rest assured my darling that I have travelled alone in my endeavors, I would never be so careless as to travel so far from you without the company of our sweet boy. Do not dare tell another soul of this, but I believe that the trek will do our boy some good. He has grown very lazy as a result of your spoiling. Yes, your spoiling, Druig- all coddling of Cerbie has been solely enacted by you, and none whatsoever committed by me. Do not dare attempt to argue this matter with me, for I would deny it till my final breath (and you know how stubborn I can be).

What did you think of my gift? During one of my many wanderings in the woods surrounding our home, I spied a dying tree with jet-black lumber. It stood in solitude from its thicket, but that only made its splendor even more enchanting, so much so that it reminded me of you. I used one of its branches to make some wooden beads, and asked for some leather to bind them. Please make sure that you wear them at all times, as they’ll reveal a little secret that will be revealed to you on the night of the full moon that will be arriving soon.

All of my love for you and your heart,

Kaetlyn

Despite the overall lack of sleep over the years, all of Druig’s anxiety seemed to wash away at your thoughtfulness. The bracelet was very elegant in its simplicity, but he could tell that it was made to last for lifetimes. Placing it on his wrist, a blanket of subtle warmth washed over him as he admired the little symbols carved into the wood. Tracing his finger over the design, he certified them to match that were etched into his angel’s lovely form. He would recognize the markings anywhere; it would be shameful if he didn’t after spending hours tracing their outline with his tongue. The knowledge that the full moon’s rising would begin tomorrow, and last for around 2-3 days. Relieved that he would not be without the company of his love for very long, Druig prepared himself for another day in protecting the compound and the humans that reside within its boundaries.

After you managed to track down the location of the largest gathering of souls, you set off preparations for the ritual immediately. A ceremony of this magnitude would shift the energies between the two worlds for the rest of eternity, so it was imperative that there would be no mistakes. Sephia already had instructions of ensuring that pathways that followed the ley lines in her journey would remain clear of any natural obstacles. It seemed too perfect that the fall of such a grand civilization that met its end with war and genocide would be at the center of such innate hidden supernatural energy. Tracing the circle around the entire city, you sat at the top of the very same temple where she and Druig had last seen the others. As the time of the moon’s rising grew shorter, you could feel the power felt only like a whisper gradually grow into a rumbling growl. You could hear the spirits that surrounded her being pulled toward inside the circle. 

Wrath

Grief

Betrayal

Woe

Pain- so much pain

But they would all be at peace in the end.

Before long, twilight passed and dusk had come and the stars glittered in the endless expanse of the darkness. But all had paled in comparison to the illustrious light of the moon. Every month during the full moon, you and your husband would spend the nights locked in each other’s embrace, frozen in their admiration of its ivory glow and taking in their heightened emotional energies.

You wondered it was natural to feel so much pleasure from the power that came from being bathed in the blood red rays that came from the rare eclipse. Cerberus watched in silent obedience, not daring to move in fear of disrupting his mother’s spell, and thus ruining all of her work.

As the moon’s shadow hit the circle, the outermost boundary began to glow. As the celestial body inched across the sky, the faint howls echoed until it ascended into a deafening roar. When the moon reached it apex – directly in the center of the circle – the symbols engraved to her skin glowed while the ground beneath her feet rumbled and sang as her body collapsed from the overwhelming pressure. You could faintly hear your beloved hound’s frantic barking in the distance, trying to scare away all and any threat that came to his mother and savior. But soon they lessened into panicked whimpers at the sight of the millions of forms that were appearing before his very eyes.

In a village far away, a certain brunette’s enchanted bracelet’s beads with identical scores began to hum and glow against the lily-petal pallor on his wrist.

Before the power could tear you apart, the moon passed the circle’s boundaries, and it borders and symbols no longer sang and glowed. And when you lifted yourself with as much strength she had, you couldn’t stop the smile that took over her your as tears streamed from your eyes from the overwhelming joy that flooded your heart.

“I’m sorry for the pain you’ve had to endure for so long, but I’m happy to tell you that it will not be for much longer.”

While normally Druig wouldn’t need to be so intensely involved in matters of the village, it allowed his mind distracted him from missing his wife enough to just through the day. In any case, the earthquake from last night frightened the residents of the compound with how close they were to winter. The days were getting shorter, and this meant that they needed to prepare for the harshness that would come for their crops, their families, and eventually their way of life. Multiple people came up to Druig to ask if last night’s earthquake was a sign of larger disaster brought by the gods. While he did his best to placate their concerns, the patience he had was wearing thin. Luckily Sephia managed to intercept their line of questioning before he would lose his temper, and he was able to take a short rest.

It wasn’t until he heard a familiar barking in the distance that immediately caught his attention. Dashing out the hut he shared with you, he saw Cerberus sitting on his hind legs as his little tail wagged in glee and the little taps echoed in his ears.

“Cerberus,” he exclaimed in joy as he gathered the black Doberman in his arms, “where have you been? Where’s your mum?”

At the mention of his Mum, Cerberus immediately began tugging on his Da’s dark blue robe. While it wasn’t enough to cause any tear or inspire any panic, it did tell the man enough information to know that something or someone was coming- and it would be best that Druig gave his entire attention over it. Following his wife’s hound over to commune’s outermost edge, he was only met with the familiar chirps and song of the forest. A few minutes passed by and Cerberus remained still, as if he were just waiting for something great.

Suddenly, the fine hairs across Druig’s body stood up straight as an overwhelming presence of otherworldly beings began to approach close to where he and Cerberus stood. Sensing that they were no longer alone, the hound starting howling to the moon that hung above them. Running toward the strange energy, Druig watched in awed rapture at the figure that stood front center with familiar designs that glowed gold down their arms, leading the army of apparitions with a singular torch. Recognizing the haunting designs, Druig was engulfed in frozen wonder at the army that you managed to summon, and the control and strain your body had to endure to stage such a feat.

When the two ancient lovers reached one another, with only pockets of space between their bodies, Druig launched himself to embrace his angel. Gladly reciprocating the act, you made sure that the torch you were holding remained in the air as you let yourself be enveloped in the security of your husband’s arms while taking in the sweet smell of his sweat.

“I should have known that little rumble was from you,” he whispered while laying small and frequent kisses across her neck, “nothin’ you do can ever be done halfway, can it?”

“Never,” she whispered back, “are you ready for my surprise?”

You stepped aside so that her husband could truly understood what you had done. Although Druig was initially upset by the loss of warmth that came from you leaving his embrace, he stopped and stared at the sight ahead of him.

Hundreds of thousands of specters that held a pearly blue glow that went as far out as his eyes could take him. But instead of fear, Druig felt…warm, and strangely…at peace. Taking a step closer, he slowly reached out his hand as a way to ask for permission. The nearest spirit was that of a child, going no higher than his knee, eagerly taking his hand before a wide smile overtook his face.

“Hello Mister Druig, it has been so long.”

Eyes wide in shock, Druig turned his head to stare at his wife in disbelief.

It couldn’t be…it shouldn’t be possible. Then again, you always took the label “impossible” as just a simple label.

As Druig turned back to stare at vision before him, familiar faces that he thought were forever gone flooded his sight.

Before him were all the souls that were lost so young at the fall of Tenochtitlan over 10 years ago.

You did this…you brought them all back. As his body failed to support him in shock, all Druig could do was openly weep in joy at the knowledge that his love- his wonderful, incredible, truly magnificent marvel of a woman- risked everything so that these people could have just the slightest chance of closure and peace.

Taking your husband’s frame in your arms, you softly turned him until he could face you.

“Do you think there might be some space in our home for our guests, my dearest?” You asked with bright eyes and youthful mirth as you knew full-well his answer.

Druig could only let out a wet laugh – his tears hadn’t stopped, but he never felt so at peace and happy for so long.

“Kaet my darling,” he started, “nothing would give me more pleasure.”

500 Years Later

‘The Procession of the Dead had been a tale that has been passed down by the many indigenous tribes located in the Amazonian Rainforest for over twenty generations. They say that the first procession began as an act of mercy from Mictecacihuatl, who was known as the “lady of the dead.” Legends state that it was Mictecacihuatl who summoned the spirits of tormented souls, and led them on a journey across the Amazon rainforest so that the souls may find fulfillment and peace in order to move on to the afterlife. The earliest record of the procession stated that the procession began with a ritual of a cursed city, followed by a powerful earthquake. But it was granted by the Guardians of the Forest, as the trees and rocks cleared the path in order to make the journey easier for the merciful goddess. Although there have been multiple cases of alleged sightings of the legend even now, many of the tribes that still reside in the forest celebrate October 31st as the day where the dead would find peace in the physical world, before finally finding peace in their next life. It is for that reason that multiple towns in countries of South America will build a straw monument of Mictecacihuatl holding a burning torch, so that the spirits of the lost was make the journey for peace.’

A small boy with large aquamarine eyes and patiently sat in front of a large easel in his art room, gleefully listening to his favorite educational podcast. He loved to listen to the origins of how his birthday started out, even if he wasn’t there when it started.

“Hamish,” he heard his Da call out, “you wanna get ready so that we can make it to your Tio Phastos’ house in Chicago to meet with everyone! It’s rude for the birthday boy to arrive last!”

Making the finishing touches to the canvas, Hamish silently grabbed his Mimikyu costume from his bedpost before racing down the stairs. He couldn’t wait to show his Mami his painting when they got back tomorrow, she was going to love it!

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Revenant

Summary: Kol Mikaelson's soul manages to leave and travel while he still remains daggered in his coffin. While he wanders around and bitches about his life, he meets an unexpected friend. Warning(s): VERY HEAVY crack fic, technical crossover of fandoms, weird shit, Kol is a horny-ass gremlin, Druig & Kaety are obsessed with each other, Kol has a thing for witches bc he got mommy issues, Klaus is a bitch

Note: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! This fic came from an idea that I shared with @ethereal-athalia, and it is VERY much a crack fic. I don't have any plans in continuing this idea, but I wanted to write it out as a Christmas gift to @ethereal-athalia for how much of a good friend she's been to me. I never would have been able to do any of my fics without her in my corner. I own only my Hecate!OC. I do not own either Druig from Eternals, or Kol from TVD franchise. Also, Druig still very much exists in this fic and world bc I physically CANNOT write Kaety without Druig. Stay safe and hope that your upcoming year brings you all good health and happiness!

Kol hated being dead. Truly dead. Dead in a way that he couldn’t move or speak or live.

At least when he turned as a gift Mother Dearest he could still walk, even if he couldn’t use the arcane anymore. But of course, he would still always find his way back to witches and their magic. He couldn’t help it if he exuded that charm that made him so irresistible.

Gods, just remembering how pathetically sex-deprived his physical form was currently almost made him weep. He couldn’t wait until the moment he got that fucking silver dagger out of his chest. Nik was going to get it when he finally got out.

Sure, he may have crossed a line when he stated that Nik had a pair of buttocks flatter than a sheet of paper. But was he the one that gave his brother such lacking assets? No. That fault lied entirely with their mother and his biological father, thank you very much.

But alas, here his soul was, walking in a forest in the middle of some mosquito-flooded country.

At the very least, his gorgeous body was safe from the onslaught of bug bites and sweltering humidity. Only in the fucking Amazon did winter feel like summer.

Kol audibly groaned once more at the thought of his immaculate figure rotting away thanks to Nik. He couldn’t bear to think about how his illustrious fair skin being that dull grayish hue from being confined by death. At least when Bekah got daggered, Nik had the decency to make sure that her body remained stored in proper conditions and carefully encased in magic to prevent any harm coming to her. He had no guarantee. No, such love and devotion only went to ‘Lijah and Bekah when it came to Nik.

Story of his life: always an outsider, even with his own fucking siblings. Gods, he wanted nothing more than have his powers return to him. At least with magic by his side he’d finally be able to show Nik he wasn’t the only one with threats, he’d show him, he’d –

“Well, well, well,” came a new voice, “aren’t you a strange sight?”

Kol immediately turned his head to locate the mindless idiot that dared to interrupt his thoughts. Did humans devolve so pathetically that they no longer understood that when they see a soul wandering alone, that soul would likely be uninterested in any attempts of conversation? But looking at the individual who spoke to him, he was shocked beyond himself to witness such a devastatingly gorgeous woman before him. She had dark almond-shaped eyes and tall with legs that went on for miles. And her thick and illustrious raven waves practically flowed down the middle of her back like a black waterfall.

Dare he say it, this woman was almost as beautiful than him.  

But regardless of how pleasing her outward appearance may be, she still would not be spared from his fury.

Pity, he would have loved to wrap those legs around his waist if he were actually here.

The corners of the woman’s lips went upward, and the cupid’s bow of her mouth was slightly pursed as she smirked, making her lips look plumper and more bitable than how they had right to be in the Original’s opinion. It was only a few seconds before the succubus burst out laughing. Her entire body arched with her back as she simply couldn’t contain herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said once he began to calm down, “but I’m afraid that I happen to be very happily married. In fact, I have been for the past near seven thousand years.” After making a quick glance up and down Kol’s near transparent form, she continued with a cat-like grin. “And I highly doubt someone as woefully young as you could satisfy a woman like me.”

Oh, now he was offended. Not being able to satisfy– did this woman have any idea who she was talking to? The list of names of men and women that swore they only believed in Heaven when Kol fucked them was so long that it would wrap the Earth twice. And she better believe than each time was more than consensual – they were begging him very enthusiastically to say the least. Who was this lady to assume –

Wait, did she say seven thousand years?

As if she could hear his thoughts, all the woman did was smiled before extending her hand.

“I think I’d like it very much if you and I became friends.”

Extending his own, Kol was surprised to see that his hand didn’t just pass through like it normally would for most physical objects. He could actually grasp her hand and feel the warmth passing through it. For the first time in…forever, Kol felt warmth flooding through him. He stared into her eyes, wondering how on Earth someone could live for seven thousand years. Even if she had the gift of mediumship, his presence was too well-hidden for even the most gifted and powerful medium to sense him.

Kol had to know more of her. He’d go mad if he didn’t.

“What are you exactly?” he carefully asked.

He could sense that this person was a being of extreme power. In the top of her finger, she likely contained far more power than Nik could possibly imagine, even in his wildest dreams. It seemed that being an invisible soul floating in the wind had its perks after all. If he was alive, walking and about, he’d never come across this marvel of a woman.

“I’d prefer if you began that question with ‘who’ than ‘what,’ but I suppose that matters little in this situation. My name is Kaetlyn, I prefer Kaet for my friends, but you may know me better as-”

“Hekate,” he whispered in awe, “Goddess of Magic. Titaness Mother of Witches and Monsters.”

“Surprised in a good way I hope?” Kaet asked with one brow raised.

“More or less, but I did imagine you about 30 feet taller with the night sky for skin and two more heads.”

“Well,” she softly chuckled, “I hope I didn’t disappoint you with my appearance. Now I’ll forgive you just this once for interrupting me. But only if you allow me to take you to my home.”

“Oh?” Kol asked, a salacious grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting.

“Save it Kol Mikaelson-” ordered the ancient goddess as she raised her hand to her face as she pointed at him in warning- “I am taking you to the village that I run with my husband. So, I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself because he has a nasty little habit of being showing exactly how off-limits I am to youngsters such as yourself.”

“I never told you my-”

“You were once a witch, and I am the mother of magic. All witches and their magic came from me, including you.”

It really was so unfair how good she looked while talking over him. Oh well, he might as well play along. Finally, something interesting was happening in his life.

“So, who is this husband of yours, darling? And how can you be so sure that your husband could be a threat to me? You know who I am, what I became. What makes you so sure that once I enter your village, I won’t use my ghostly ways to end him.”

When Kol finished, he immediately felt a shift in the air. It was as if the sun had disappeared and the jungle went silent. It seemed that the animals that served as their audience went dead silent as if they were in anticipation for his end. The kind and amiable mirth of the chthonic witch shifted to dangerous and cold.

Kol had lived for over 700 years and after everything he done and witnessed, he had never felt such chill run down his spine.

“Listen well,” she began – her tone laced with the power and authority that came from someone of her position, “I won’t try to humor you with answering that ridiculous question, nor do I intend to let you presume that my kindness can be mistaken for naivety. My husband is one with abilities as ancient and powerful as mine. If you truly knew what he was capable of, you’d be far more terrified of him than you ever were of your father. That being said, if you ever try to threaten my husband or even think about go so far to joke about it again, I promise you that I can produce torture and incite fear that would make the devil weep in pity for you.”

Oh fuck, even as a ghost, Kol should not have been as aroused by her threats as he was in that moment.

But soon the tension dissipated and warmth from the sun returned to pass through him once more.

“Now that we have that matter cleared up, we really should get going. The sun’s about to set and you never know what or who would be lurking at night.”

With that being the final word, The Good Lady of the Night and Shadows turned around and made her way back to where he presumed to be the location of her home village. And what else could he do but follow her by how the slight sway of her hips seemed to beckon him.

Threats and chills mixed a beautiful witch with magic more ancient than time itself, Kol couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive.

Authors' Note: And when Kol enters the village, he tries to flirt with Kaet in front of Druig like a dumbass, and his soul gets a major ass-whooping.

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

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

Plot: phantom of the opera au

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ignore it”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

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

“The phantom?”

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

“No?”

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

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

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

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

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

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

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

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

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

“My teacher?”

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

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

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

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

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

“(Y/n)?”

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

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

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

Phantoms pov

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

absolutely smitten

requested: smitten by the idea and reality of her, druig attempts to break through persephone’s core

warnings: no eternals spoilers, druig is a softie who else guessed, and reader is referred as persephone but is an eternal.

ANCIENT GREECE, 750 BC

With the soft gentle breeze of air, your chiton tunic flew against the wind. The breeze caressing the apples of your cheek with a smile before you turned to Sersi who then gifted you with a grin.

Her long onyx locks danced with the wind, while mocking your own, she seem unfazed while you grinned ear to ear while aiding Athenians in their crops for the summer.

In tow, your hands become brown, finger tips burrow and saturated in grainy dirty that has it found its own little home in the safety of your magical hands. You suppose you can’t blame nature, after all, you nurture such Earth and the occupants you call humans.

While hands buried into the Earth, a slight second passes before you gift the Athenians their crop for the summer. Their wheat for the bread and their grapevines for their wine.

They ever look so enchanted in your powers. While celestial and all, immortal and whatnot, the Athenians insist on seeing you as something more than the Eternal you know yourself.

With their wonderful creative minds, they join in the storytelling of your family’s existence on Earth. You don’t blame them, that was the mere thing you adored about humans and their character, their expressive nature to share and grow alongside each other.

You pull yourself from the ground before your mind wanders far and wide. On most occasions, you can’t help but feel the way they do, their love, their concern, and their flaws for each other.

But today is a busy day. Phastos is introducing a new advancement in their technology and out of all the seasons you’ve created, from your favourite; spring to summer, you can’t help but fawn over the new technological beginnings that was waiting for the Athenians.

As you return to the Domo with dirtied feet and hands with nevertheless, a smile wide on your face, you’re welcomed by the Prime Eternal who’s eyes are wide in pleasure to see you.

“I’m glad you can make it, my dear Perse.”

She cups your cheeks in her hands, her lips quirked ever so large before she leans in and hugs you. “Go on and prepare yourself.”

When you stride across the Domo, finding a spot much near to Druig, the mind controller took notice of your presence and captured his gaze on you.

It took him a moment to move, but when he did, inching close to where you stood, he had a bashful grin on his pink lips.

“Well, if isn’t the ravishing Kore.”

You flushed under his tone, while clear and vocal, it was soft and hushed, exclusive only for your wonderful ears.

“You know that’s not my name, Druig.”

He cocked his head at you, cerulean eyes sparkling with mischief while his lips quirked into a wider grin. He reaches out a hand, a finger twirling a stray lock of your hair around his knuckle before letting it fall against your cheek.

“True,” he shrugged, then fluttered his eyes as he inched himself closer and closer to your side, “but they are no less right with their stories about you.”

You giggled at his words, then shook your head at the playful antics he was pulling on you. He’s always been like this. While most of the time, brooding or eating in the corner of the room, he pulled himself close whenever your presence was around.

Sersi claimed he liked you, more than a friend or a family member should. While Sprite teased you about it through the ways of her captivating illusions. However, you didn’t find the need to entertain their odd fantasies about your relationship with the mind controller.

“And what do they say about me, Hades?”

“Ah,” he nods along at your rebuttal, his lips twitching to refrain from grinning wide, “so you’ve heard.”

You mock him with a shrug of your shoulders. The man in front of you finally breaking himself free from the confinements of his pride as he smiles at you.

“I’ve heard stories.”

He hums, head swaying as he stared you down from where he stood. The rest of the Eternals were too captivated by Phastos quirking his own technology to find Druig creating a flush of embarrassment rush to your cheek. But you suppose that has always been his thing.

“Any of them about the beautiful, beautiful Persephone?” Druig raised a brow your way and you couldn’t help but feel bashful. That was certain as warmth flooded the apples of your cheeks and entertainment shone in his eyes. “They’re all so absolutely smitten with the goddess of Spring that I almost can’t help but agree.”

“You speak in tongues, Druig.” you shake your head at him and nearly push him off with a palm flat against his chest if it weren’t for the way he pulls you ever so close by the wrist. “You know they’re just the figment of the human imagination.”

“Mmh, maybe.” He tilts his head to the side, a sound of disagreement in his tone while his thumb caressed the protruding bone from your wrist. “But I don’t think something as simple as the human imagination could ever captivate the entirety of your beauty, my dear.”

Silence engulfs you and your mouth stitches close. You don’t say anything when you stare at him and neither does Druig. It’s that agreement between unspoken tongues, he knows, you know, yet both won’t act on it.

You’re thankful for when Kingo calls for your name. While his brows are furrowed in confusion and faux disgust, your focus is merely on him now.

“We’re about to start.”

You step away from Druig, now a space evident between the two of you as he shares his grin with you, and only you.

You suppose he’s right about one thing. You’re absolutely smitten with each other.

me, going into the druig tag when the fics barely get over 500 notes and all the druig stans left

I know this has been said before but please remember a fic isn't qualifying as an "x reader" if the reader has a specified name or (physical) feature(s).

A reader cannot put themselves in place of you or y/n if the such details are given.

Not everyone has pale skin, blonde hair, curves or are short.

I'm thankful to all the writers who take time out of their lives and write fanfics but if the reader has specified features please mark it as an "x oc" or x (specified feature) reader.

It's very disheartening to read an amazing story only to realize that I have a name or certain features.

I hope I do not offend anyone through this.

Decided I’m gonna also write Druig stuff sooo, have fun my loves :)

A Date? - Druig x Female Reader (P1)

Druig is kinda a stalker in this, I got inspiration from "You" on netflix.

Warnings: SMUT, masterbation, unprotected sex, sexual topics mentions

I'll make the second part a lot more smutty.

Control.

It’s all Druig wanted, it was all he had. While he had no control really among his family, he had it over humans. He had it over you. You were something Druig never knew he needed, and when he found out just how badly he needed you, nothing would get in his way.

You were his.

It wasn’t easy finding some way he could easily slip into your life, but he had your entire lifetime to figure out just the perfect way. However while making his very detailed and difficult plan, you made the moves yourself. You had seen him at the clothing store you worked out, almost everyday you worked, you saw him. You found it extremely odd, considering you worked at a place that sold women’s lingerie. Due to the fact that he was a guy shopping in a lingerie store, you figured he was just always buying bras and panties for his girlfriend.

Maybe he was rough in bed, and always tore them off.

Finally you gained some courage and went out onto the sales floor, asking him if he needed any help. He was startled at first, but when he noticed it was you he became flustered and started to stutter out his words.

“Just looking.”

You smiled at him. He had turned to look at a mannequin that was dressed in a, basically see through, red, lingerie set.

“Looking for something for your girlfriend I presume?”

He spun quickly to look at you.

“No. I’m very much single. Just looking.”

You became concerned at this, why was he here if he had no significant other?

He quickly realized that you were starting to become weirded out by him, and thought of an excuse quickly.

“I always look, you guys change your stuff a lot. I like to buy in different sizes so that way when I have someone, they’ll already have plenty. They won’t have to get any of their own.”

Sure it was a dumb excuse, but he thought it would lower your suspicions, which it did.

“What do you think would look the best? I don’t have any of your newer collections.”

You continued to smile at him, and began to lead him closer to the back of the store, which had sets that were a lot more revealing. You pointed to one that framed the body of the mannequin. It didn’t cover anything, it was simply making an outline of all the curves.

“I saw you seemed to like our more revealing pieces, do you like this one?”

Druig could have sworn he felt his heart stop for several seconds, automatically creating a mental picture of you in the set. It was a deep red color, and the metal pieces that held the fabric together were black. It reminded him of the suit he wore when in battle. He enjoyed fighting, it made him feel powerful, and to picture you in the set. It was like heaven to him. Two things he enjoyed the most associated with two colors.

“Sir? Do you like it?”

“I”ll take it.”

It had been hours since he left the store, still thinking of his interaction with you. Still thinking about how good you would look in the set he bought. Weirdly enough, they had one of the sets left, and it looked to be your size. Druig was over the moon about it, he had bought several sets for you already, all in your size. Just waiting for the day he’ll be able to take you home and have you put on a show for him. He had been thinking about it since he left the store, and that’s how he got to where he was now. Laying on his bed, pants pulled down to his ankles, legs slightly bent and spread, and his cock in his hands. The thought of you kept him going for hours, at points he felt like he couldn’t keep going, but the thought of you just made him want to go over and over. He prayed to Arishem that he’d be able to one day let his fantasies come true

Lucky for him, they would.

You two had, not so coincidentally for Druig, ran into each other when you were taking your normal walking route to work one day. You didn’t live far from work so it wasn’t uncommon for you to walk to work. While you were slightly creeped out by him, you were also drawn to him, as if something were controlling you to talk to him.

“Oh I’m so sorry sir, I should have worked where I was going.”

You were laughing, trying to play off the embarrassment.

“You’re fine, I was actually hoping I would run into you today.” He spoke softly, “I was wondering if you’d want to go on some sort of date with me, you seem sweet and I’d like to get to know you.”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no. He was attractive, and it had been a while since you’ve been on a date.

“Uh, yeah, sure! I’d love to.”

You grabbed his arm gently, and he easily let you pull it away from his body. You rolled up his sleeve and pulled a pen out of your pocket. You gently wrote your name and number on his arm.

“Text me so we can figure something out!”

You smiled at him again before walking away, giving him a quick goodbye and excuse for leaving him so quickly. Druig didn’t care that you had to go right then, he had more chores to do now. Druig wasn’t a very modern man, so he didn’t have a phone. However, he did have plenty of money, being able to mind control people really did have its perks. On his way to the cell phone store he went.

He had bought the newest phone, and had no idea how to use it, so he had to take a lot of his time trying to figure it out. When he did he texted you right away, giving the excuse of, “my phone died, sorry for taking so long.” You were beginning to believe that he wouldn’t text you, and had flaked out on you. Your hopes quickly went back up when you had received the text from him. You two had made plans that night that he would meet you after work, walk you to a resternaunt, and then see what happens from there.

After seeing Druig shop so much in the store, you quickly noticed his liking towards the colors red and black. He made it very obvious in his choices for lingerie. You went home quickly during your break and you had picked out a tight fitting, deep red dress, paired with black accessories. You brought it back to work in a big, matching black, purse that was big enough to also hold your work clothes when you were finished changing.

Druig was so eager for the date that he had showed up half an hour early, and waited outside the building for you, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You ended up being a few minutes late due to the outfit change but Druig didn’t mind at all, he was just happy to be going on a date with you.

You two had gone to a simple restaurant, and talked the entire time. You learned that you had some things in common, such as liking more of the quiet side of life. You’d two also happened to have a few glasses of wine, however neither of you were drunk, maybe slightly tipsy. During the date Druig had proposed the idea of going back to his place and watching a movie with him. He also offered that you could stay the night, seeing as he had a spare room that you could sleep in if that’s what you were more comfortable with. You had automatically agreed, you hadn’t even really had the chance to think about it before your body spoke for you.

On the walk to his house you noticed Druig messing with his eye a lot, and upon closer inspection, you noticed he had been wearing contacts, and that they were covering his natural blue eyes the entire time. You didn’t really mind, you didn’t really care. Druig lived in a beautiful house that had less of a modern look to it. It was absolutely beautiful however, and you were definitely taken away by the inside of the house. It was kind of modern, but still had a vintage look to it. You didn’t really get to have a good look at a lot of the house though because Druig quickly lead you to the living room, insisting that you take of your shoes and get comfortable on the couch while he prepared movie snacks.

Druig and you both decided on a movie together, and settled in. You, again, made the moves and moved closer to Druig, cuddling into his side. He admired your boldness, and appreciated it too, seeing as he wouldn’t have had the confidence to move closer to you, in fear that you would think he’s just trying to sleep with you. While he did want to sleep with you, he also just wanted to be with you in general. He wanted every part of you. You also were growing an interest to the quiet brunette, and your feelings seemed to have tripled by now, but your lust for him had also begun to grow. You gently trailed your hand to his thigh under some blankets that were covering the two of you. Druig made no effort to stop you, secretly hoping you would continue to move farther.

You did.

Now here you were, in his bed, practically screaming his name and he thrusted into you over, and over, and over again. He knew just how fast to go and right where the perfect spot was in your body. His bare back was littered with scratch marks from your nails, and your neck was covered in marks that he was continuing to make the entire night. This is what you had both wanted, and it was absolutely amazing, and you had hoped it would never end. However, as much as you didn’t want it to, it ended. You both had become tired, and decided it was time to head to bed. While you had arranged to stay in Druig’s guest room, you stayed with him that night, cuddling into his side.

“Beautiful, it’s time to wake up.”

At first it had startled you, but you quickly remembered the day before. Opening your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the light, your eyes started to see the face of the man you had slept with the night before.

“Hi Druig.”

Y’all please send me ideas and anons i’m begging 😩😩

Heartbreak -Druig x Eternal!Reader

Druig x F!Reader

Druig x Eternal!Reader

Requested: YES!! <3

Warning: Angst (?) and fluff

Druig was heartbroken due to the ending of his relationship with Makkari and Y/n was the one there for him.

(THIS IS A MESS I'M SO SORRY)

Love is truly a complicated thing, even after all his years of being alive, Druig still didn’t understand it. He thought he had found his forever with Makkari, but she had decided that she wasn’t really into men. Druig felt heartbroken, all the years and decades they spent together, gone to waste. It hurt Druig the most over the fact that Makkari was most likely always uncomfortable in the relationship, Druig was the type to put his s/o above everyone else. He just wanted them to be happy, it broke him when he found out Makkari was unhappy with him for years.

Nobody in the village had seen Druig in months, since the breakup Druig had locked himself in his hut, some of the villagers had started a rumor of hearing him cry silently at different points in the day. Upon hearing the rumor, he cleared their memory of the day, hoping they would forget hearing him (trying to silently) sob. It worried the villagers, but nobody bothered to check on him, they were too scared to disturb him.

When the Deviants started to come back nobody knew what to do, but Sersi had the plan of getting all the eternals back together. It took a while, but when finding Makkari in the ship alone, everyone grew nervous, they all expected Druig to be with her. Thankfully, she knew where Druig had gone, but she had no idea if Druig would be happy to have visitors.

You and your fellow eternals walked through the damp forest, looking for the small village Makkari described to the group. Makkari stayed behind, thinking that if Druig saw her, he would refuse to help you.

Upon finding the village, Sprite was the first to speak to a villager, asking in spanish if they had seen Druig.

“Hello Sprite.”

All of the eternals froze in their spot, not knowing if they should continue speaking or wait for the man himself to come out. Lucky for the group, Druig slowly walked out of his hut, the dark circles under his eyes were evident. The group knew he was struggling with his breakup, and yet nobody went to check on him.

Expect Y/n.

Y/n was the first person Makkari had told about the breakup, and when she heard the news, Y/n booked the first flight she could to the amazon. Sadly, there were no available flights, so she had to convince Kingo to let her borrow his private jet, claiming it was a life or death situation. Due to Kingo’s soft-spot for Y/n, it didn’t take him long to cave into her pleading.

You had seen Druig in the worst state you’ve seen anyone, the man was absolutely and completely heartbroken. He had spent your entire trip with you, basically attached to your side, begging you to stay when you had to get up to get him some sort of food. The villagers were incredibly thankful for you being there for their leader. They provided anything you needed for him, and would drop any job they were doing to even make Druig a small bowl of soup.

Druig never would have admitted it, but you being there for him had helped him a lot. Most of the time he had spent crying was him crying over the fact that he missed you so much. You had also missed Druig, but you needed to return to work, otherwise you would be fired. Druig begged you to stay, claiming that he could build you a house there, and that you would never need to work if you didn’t want to.

“Y/n, I’m glad to see you’ve returned.”

“Hey Druig.”

While Druig was definitely not the type of person to enjoy hugs, when it was from you, he’d make an exception. So when you came up to him slowly and wrapped your arms around his torso, he gladly returned the hug. He even lightly squeezed you, and a small smile appeared on his face.

“What, what is this?”

“Is this new because I hate it.”

Pasthos and Kingo had to make small comments whenever they could, and they 100% would not let Druig or Y/n live this out.

Druig and Y/n let go of each other and Y/n slowly backed away.

“Ajak is dead.”

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“So you’re telling me, you want me to put the celestial to sleep? Do you not know how difficult that will be?” He stormed out of the small church he had brought you all into, walking away and disappearing into the trees.

Druig had taken the information exactly how you all expected him to, and now the other eternals were expecting you to convince him to be on board with the plan. You let out a dramatic sigh before also running out of the church.

“Druig!”

You dodged and weaved through tree branches and bushes, looking for the angry brunette. You only managed to find him because you could hear soft sniffles close by.

Following the sound you discovered Druig, he was sitting by the river, looking into the water and letting some tears freely fall.

When Druig noticed you were walking towards him, he made a small effort to wipe away the tears, but ultimately gave up. You had seen him at his worst, he didn’t care if you saw him like this.

“I wanna help, I do, these people are everything to me. I can’t lose them, but I don’t know if I’ll be powerful enough for them.”

“Druig, we’ll all be there helping you, you’ll be able to use all our power too. I believe in you. We all believe in you.”

Druig lifted his head to look you in the eyes, his were his usual blue with some tears in them. It was always nice to look into his beautiful blue eyes, while his gold ones were gorgeous, you adored his natural eyes. They were a sea like blue, which matched him due to the fact that he lived closer to the ocean. Druig didn’t have to read your mind to know you adored his eyes, which made him use his powers less around you, just so you can see his natural eyes.

You were so different from Makkari, Makkari was never able to look into his eyes, and would avoid his gaze whenever she could. Druig was longing for these small parts of affection, and he was willing to do anything for them. He had spent so much time with you that when you continued to give him these small pieces of affection, he quickly grew strong feelings for you.

“Y/n, if we make it out, please stay with me in the Amazon.”

Druig’s eyes were filled with hope, hope that you would say yes. Say yes and stay with him. He would do anything for you.

“Druig, if you help us, I’ll do anything you want.”

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Walking back onto the ship after not being on it for decades felt weird to Druig, but this feeling didn’t stay long. His body started to become overwhelmed with the feeling of nervousness. He would have to see Makkari after not years of not seeing her, and he was terrified of how she would react.

Y/n could sense his feeling of nervousness and gently grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly.

Druig looked down at Y/n, she looked back up at him, giving him a soft smile before gently tugging him into the ship.

Makkari was in the main room, sitting on a sort of throne in the middle of the room reading a book.

Phastos quickly started signing at Makkari, asking how she managed to trash his work room so quickly. Makkari simply shrugged at him before slowly walking over to Druig. She kept her head low while walking to him, and Druig just continued to stare at her, waiting for her to make the first move. Makkari looked up at him, but wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t check on you Druig, but I told Y/n and I figured she would go and take care of you.” Makkari signed for him.

Druig sighed and gently pulled the girl into a quick hug, then signed to her, “It’s okay, I’m glad you’re okay.”

Makkari smiled at him and then looked at you, giving you a quick hug before walking over to Phastos, who was currently throwing the books she was reading around. You turned your body to look at Druig, “you okay?”

Druig nodded at you, and gently began to pull you towards his part of the ship. You didn’t fight him and went along with him.

Once in his more private room, his breathing began to become shaky. Y/n was at his side in a second, comforting him through this. It took a while but eventually Druig began to calm down, and buried his face into the crook of Y/n’s neck, breathing lightly on her neck. It was clear that he had fallen asleep in her arms. Something Druig had talked about before, saying he never felt comfortable in anyone's arms/ Yet here he was, sleeping soundly on Y/n while she gently brushed her hand through his hair.

He was definitely hers, no matter how much he wanted to ignore the fact. He was absolutely in love with the female eternal.

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