The Past
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druig/eternal!reader
kinda!wandanat/eternal!reader
quite rushed sia 😭
Smiling in your sleep as you dreamt of Druig, the only time you got to see his face was when yours was on your pillowcase; in dreams that would leave you wishing that you could stay asleep forever, living inside your mind. he stood in front of you, delicately cupping your face with his hands. Looking at you as though you single-handedly hung the stars and moon in the sky. Slowly leaning in, his lips nearly touched yours-
“Museum clothes! Museum clothes!” Being yelled directly at your face by Morgan as she jumped on top of your body while you said peacefully sleeping with your mind in dreamland was not what you thought you’d wake up to in the morning. Eyes glowing brightly as cosmic energy flowed dangerously from your hands, you sat upright; panicked and still dazed from sleep as you prepared for the worst. “Morgan! No wait!” was what came next, hearing the little girl’s name; you calmed your powers and tried to wrap your head around the chaos that was happening. Your glossy eyes still heavy with sleep settled on the little girl who was now being lifted off your body by an out of breath Wanda “Morgan you can’t do that, that was very impolite” she scolded the little Stark. Turning to you, she let herself admire how you looked; bedhead and eyes droopy with exhaustion still with specks of gold as your powers dissipated. “Sorry, she’s faster than I thought.” Finally coming back into the real world, threw your head back onto your pillow and groaned into it “Morgan..I was having a good dream” childishly whining to the little girl who only laughed as she wriggled out of the redhead’s arms and crawled into your bed and under the covers beside you. “Sorry” she giggled (not looking sorry at all) “but I want to wear your museum clothes.” she pouted. Seeing Wanda’s confused expression, you explained “She wants to wear the clothes she saw the statues of me wearing in the museum when we visited, isn’t that right honey?” the little girl let out an excited squeal and nodded as she clung onto you, her hair tickling your cheek when she decided she wasn’t close enough and claimed the empty side your pillow. “Let’s go back to sleep for a little longer okay? I wouldn’t have even been awake at this time back in ancient Greece, we have to follow the rules in order to wear the museum clothes alright?” you prayed that she’d believe your complete bullshit of an excuse for wanting a little more sleep. Wanda rolled her eyes at you, completely aware of what you were doing, she was also watching you expectantly ‘maybe this could turn into another one of our impromptu cuddle sessions’ she wondered in her head as she thought about one of the many times where you would pull her into your bed and cuddled her like there was no tomorrow. Her heart skipped wit anticipation as you turned your attention to her, but it soon deflated after hearing the words that came out of your mouth “I can take it from here Wanda. We-‘ you scrunched your nose at the girl who’s pout only deepened “are going back to sleep for a little while more.” Nodding with a forced smile, she stepped out of your bedroom as the bad feeling that something was going to happen today only grew within her. Now basically having a little human heater clinging to you, you shut your eyes and fell back into blissful sleep.
Walking to the kitchen with a sleepy Morgan on your hip after the much needed extra shut eye; you pass by an equally sleepy Peter who was chomping on his cereal and flipping through his physics textbook, you were sure that he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing as he fought off his sleepy haze. “Good morning Peter” you said as you sat the little Stark on the counter top, “Good….morning” he replied between yawns. Moving to get a cup of coffee, you sipped on the heavenly bitter liquid as you stared out the window. Today felt different, a good different. The sun was shining a little brighter and animals from the forest seemed to let their curiosity get the best of them as they wandered closer to the compound. You were glad to see wildlife thriving after the hard hit you gave it when your emotions took a painful hit itself, you’ve never taken any joy in seeing the nature around you lose life when you were unhappy or simply upset. You are supposed to grow and nurture the planet, not kill it; you have had thousands of years to learn and tame this effect of your powers, but you couldn’t help it sometimes when things just got too much, too overwhelming. You turned Morgan to look out the window as deer sniffed the grass and moved in tranquility while rabbits hopped around without a care in the world. It seems like she couldn’t have cared less though, all she did was turn to face you and look you dead in the eyes “Museum clothes now please,, and flower fortress later?” ‘Well at least she used her manners’ you mused to yourself. Picking her back up “i’ve made you wait long enough haven’t i, flower princess?” you kissed her cheek lovingly and made your way back to your room; to where you’d hopefully have enough materials to craft out clothing that you haven’t come close to wearing in centuries.
An animated shriek came from Pepper when you and Morgan stepped into the common room where everyone was lounging around, appreciating the domesticity which they rarely got to indulge in. Tony and Pepper had on the biggest heart eyes as they took in their daughter; dressed up in a chiton and a himation draped over her body. “Beautiful angel, you look like you should be in the museum yourself sweetie. Actually, hold on, let me make a call.” you laughed at Tony’s words; with him being who he is, you knew that there was a good chance that there would actually be a statue of Morgan in the museum tomorrow. The sound of someone choking caught your attention, Natasha was red faced and recovering from a coughing fit as Wanda rubbed her back while trying her best to keep herself from laughing. “You look beautiful.” she said, barely above a whisper but you heard it anyway. “Thank you Nat. I’ve honestly missed wearing this, it brings me back to the past; when things were simpler” with distant eyes, you stared at your reflection. Everyone watched you as you dove into your memories, not wanting to break the silent moment you were having with yourself. Still feeling guilty, they were trying anything and everything to get you back to how you used to be. The ‘you’ that the world loves, the ‘you’ that they hated you for being, the ‘you’ that they were envious of, the same ‘you’ which they had chased away; they were now desperately trying to get back. If that meant standing in a slightly awkward silence while you reminisce on old times, so be it. “Not to mention the great ventilation” and just like that, the moment was over and the playful environment was brought back by your joke and the spin you did, letting the soft fabric glide through the air gracefully; something the team had noticed you did everything effortlessly with: grace.
“Are you sure Auntie Blossom? We look a little… wonky” Melting at the nickname she had given you ever since the first time she saw you use your powers to make the flowers in the compound bloom, “We do look a little wonky don’t we honey?, i’m a bit rusty in all the overlapping and tying of the fabric.” you grimaced “remember Druig? The man who’s statue was always close to mine, he was the one who would always make sure I looked presentable every morning before we stepped out.” you said as you looked down at her with a small sad smile. Not noticing how the two redheads had stiffened at the mention of his name.
"ayárn you 'my love' your whole buttocks is on display for the world to see." Druig said from where he stood behind you as you frustratingly tried and continuously failed to cover yourself, huffing and puffing, almost bubbling over with irritation. Giving up, you ran both hands down your face and turned to look at him pleadingly “Help me. Please?” you said in a small voice, embarrassed from having declined his offer to help you over an hour ago. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” hearing his teasing tone and that smug look on his face made you question whether or not you should just walk out and show everyone your ass. Seemingly reading your thoughts, he threw his head back in laughter and squinted his eyes at you “Don’t even think about it ayárn you, get your cute butt over here.” smiling softly as you shuffled over to him with your eyes focused on your feet, still a little embarrassed from your show of stubbornness from earlier. With gentle hands, he tilted your gaze back to him “Don’t hide yourself, never hide yourself from me.” he said before pecking your lips with his soft ones and getting started on fixing your clothes. The two of you walked out of the domo together, hand in hand; never leaving each other’s side until after the sun had long set.
Just as everyone was about to step out, Friday announced that you had a visitor, a friend. More specifically: a sorority sister…? “Sorority sister? I didn’t know you were in a sorority!” Peter cried out, while everyone else chuckled as they tried to imagine you, Mother Nature being in a sorority. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared at the entrance “I don’t know any ‘sorority sisters’” you said seriously with your guard up. That caused everyone to tense up, life as superheroes wasn’t a walk in the park, they always had to be prepared for the worst to happen. 'Was there a breach?' 'Hydra agent in disguise?' ‘Another alien invasion?’ These questions ran through their head at lightning speed as they simultaneously drew their weapons. Approaching the main door cautiously, you eyes glowing with defense and cosmic energy flowed from your hands.
Eyes still glowing and your powers still flowed from you, but in a completely different way now. You felt him before you saw him. Your powers went from being deadly, lethal, and unforgiving; to soft, gentle, and lovely. You glowed an aura-like light around you, just like how you would whenever it came to him. The same way it glowed when he kissed you for the first time, when he mind controlled the entire village to sing for you (ethically questionable but it was romantic so you didn't care in the slightest) and countless other instances that only had one thing in common, they all included your Druig. “Druig.” you whispered out when you opened the door to reveal him. There he was, he looked as beautiful as you remembered; as beautiful as the first time you saw him and also the last. For a moment, you were transported back in time, back to when you first laid eyes on him; his blue eyes staring into yours as the two of you stood in the unknown. The whole team was still anxious and all eyes were going back and forth between you and the unknown being still at the door; not hearing you say his name when it came out as such a breathless whisper (let’s cut you some slack; you’re face to face with the love of your life who you haven’t seen in over a hundred years) confusion written all over their faces with the change of your attitude.
"My beautiful, beautiful love. Miss me?" he said with a lift of his chin, his usual smugness but you could see the underlining softness and love that laid in his eyes. The softness and love that was only ever reserved for you. Lifting your chin as you mirrored him, trying to keep up the gig for as long as possible, (which wasn't very long at all- give or take 3 seconds long) you rushed to him and embraced him in a hug. His arms wrapped around your lower back as yours went around his neck, it had been so long since you've held him this close. So long since you've felt his body against yours, his. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent; a smell that was so purely: you. Reluctantly pulling away from him “What are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are they back?” you suddenly became panicked again, ‘are the deviants back?’ ‘are all your fellow Eternals well?’ thoughts raced through your mind, but a gentle squeeze to your hip brought your attention back to your Eternal love standing centimetres away from you. “Everything is fine my love, i’ve actually came to ask you the same thing.” you looked at him questioningly, why would he think that everything wasn’t alright? He stepped away from you and back towards the door, you immediately missed his warmth. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” he said as he picked up…. a small dead tree? As he brought it closer, you remembered, you remembered everything; it was impossible to forget such a tree. “I’ve grown, loved and cared for this tree for approximately 986 years darling, all for it to wilt; for no fault of my own. You said this tree is a part of you, what happened my love?” he questioned softly, face full of concern.
A dramatic gasp from somewhere behind you brought you and Druig out of the trance you both were in. Glancing behind you, Peter stood with his hand over his mouth; face full of shock. “That tree is almost a thousand years old?” he questioned, but more like yelled out. Only now remembering that there were other people around, not just other people; but the whole team of Avengers who had now relaxed and put their weapons away. Druig laughed from beside you, “Yes, nearly a thousand. But it looks like it isn’t going to make it huh?” Regaining your composure, introductions needed to be made! Everyone needed to know that this is your beloved Eternal. “Avengers, this is Druig.” your eyes lingered on him “Druig, these are the Avengers.” you moved your eyes back to the team. Some had faces of shock, some were happy, and some were of jealousy (only the two redheads to be more specific) “Earth’s mightiest heroes, i’ve heard a lot about you.” Steve was the first to rush towards the both of you, secretly fangirling over the fact that he’s meeting the Druig, the Druig that he knew was your one and only (totally ignoring the arguments that came from Wanda and Natasha whenever the subject was brought up.) “I’m Steve Rogers, It’s an honour to finally meet you.” you internally groaned, already knowing what was coming “Finally eh? You tell people about me darling?” there it was. Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to give a snarky reply, but it seems like someone else had the same idea, “Almost never shuts up.” To say you were surprised to hear that coming from Wanda would be an understatement, you never thought of her to be someone who would say such a thing, right in front of everyone. Maybe you never knew her at all. You and Druig shared a glance and he could see the hurt that flashed across your face, both silently agreeing to ignore the comment; which only infuriated the young redhead even more. After everyone had made their short introductions now in the slightly awkward environment created by Natasha and Wanda, Druig turned back to you, once again making you feel like the only person in the world; “It seems like i have also traveled back in time ayárn you, we back in Ancient Greece are we? What happened love? I know it wouldn’t have wilted over nothing.” You looked down as your face flushed, how coincidental that he chose this time to show up, ‘don’t hide yourself from me, never hide yourself from me’ the words rang fresh in your mind and you looked back up at him, you’ve never hid anything from him and you’re not about to start now. Throwing your teammates a glance, you turned to him and brought him back outside. No one else was meant to hear you say this, but with supersoldiers being nosy romantics; it happened anyway, and what you said had crushed them all. “Ajak said that humans would never hurt us, that they were incapable of it. Seems like she was wrong.”
Pouring your heart and thoughts out to Druig was easy, just like everything else with him was. But you were a little wary of telling Druig about your crushes on the two redheads, surprisingly or unsurprisingly; he wasn’t very fazed by it. It was this unspoken thing between the two of you: at the end of the day, you and him would always end up together; the two of you were endgame. (as how Peter described it) At the end of your explanation, to say Druig was furious would be putting it lightly. These are the world’s mightiest heroes? If these are who they truly are, the world is in bigger danger than he would’ve thought. Feeling a weight had been lifted off your shoulders by telling him everything that had happened, nothing had really changed.. but with him being here, everything felt different: nothing mattered anymore, he’s here and he’s all you’ll ever need.
Pulling him by the hand back into the building, you felt as though you were flying- no, soaring through the wind. You didn’t know how long he would be staying or how the two of you would progress from now forward, but you had him right now, that’s all you cared about. Walking into the common room with your hand in his, you felt everyone’s eyes on you. Yours stayed on Druig. “You still haven’t gotten any better at this have you?” he asked teasingly as his eyes traveled down your body and your clothes. You could feel your face heat up as you tried your best to still fix how your attire, running your hands down and smoothing the creases out. Bringing you to one of the sofas, he sits down and pulls you to stand in between his legs as he fiddled and fixed your clothing. While you were busy giving him the biggest heart eyes, your teammates were busy analysing you. They had never seen you like this before, so flustered and shy; like a schoolgirl with her crush. They were witnessing another side if you and they were glad for it. Well most of them, excluding Wanda and Natasha, who were watching you and ‘your precious Druig’ they mocked in their heads, interact. They hated to admit it, but the two of you looked perfect together. Every single one of them watched as he touched you with such care, with such gentleness, such love. And they watched as you did the same, the way you combed through his hair with one hand as your other stayed on the bottom of his chin; the way you cupped his face with both your hands and softly rubbed the apple of his cheek with your thumb, tracing his facial features and admiring every single one of them like fine art; gazing at him with nothing but love in your eyes, as if everyone else was invisible: even them.
“Marburies marburies?” Morgan asked as she tugged on your shirt from where she sat on your lap after everyone had settled in. “Mulberries Morgan.” you corrected her softly as your hands played with her hair. You could feel Druig’s eyes on you when you got up to retrieve the little girl’s healthy midday snack, “Mulberries are her favourite, just as they are mine.” you said as you starred at him with soft eyes and head tilted to the side. “They are made from you, how could they not be everyone’s favourite?” he questioned teasingly but also with a little truth lining his words. The team looked at you, puzzled faces. Turning to look at the little Stark who now had berry stains all over her face, you chuckled as you wiped her face clean.
“Have i ever told you about the story of how mulberries came to be? The story of Pyramus and Thisbe.”
Pyramus and Thisbe lived in Babylonia and from the time they were young. Even though they were neighbours, their families were rivals; so the two lovers had to keep their love a secret. They had a special meeting place at a wall between their houses. Pyramus and Thisbe communicated through this crack when it was risky to see one another. One particularly magnificent day, they arrived at their usual meeting place. They came to the decision that they would not be stopped from being together any longer. They decided to meet that night outside the city gates under a mulberry tree filled white fruit. Thisbe, hidden by a veil, arrived at the appointed spot first and waited patiently for Pyramus to come. All of a sudden, a lioness fresh from a kill, her jaws covered in blood. Thisbe was frightened by this disturbance and ran to a nearby cave. In her haste, she dropped her veil and the lioness grabbed it and shredded it with her bloody jaws. Meanwhile, Pyramus had arrived at the meeting place. As he approached the tree he could not help but notice the large paw prints of the lioness. His heart beat faster. As he approached the stream, his fears were confirmed upon seeing Thisbe's veil torn and bloodstained. Pyramus was unable to contain his sorrow as he thought she was dead; he drew his sword and plunged it deeply into his side. As he removed the sword from his side, blood sprayed the white fruit on the tree, turning it a dark purple color. Meanwhile, Thisbe, recovered from her fright, came back to the meeting place by the stream. There she saw Pyramus' body lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Racked with uncontrollable agony, she took his sword and threw her body onto it. With her dying breath, she pleaded with the gods that their bodies be buried in a single tomb and that the tree in the special meeting place would always bear fruit in the color of a dark and mournful color in memory of their love. To this day, the berries of the mulberry tree always turn dark purple in color when they are ripe.
“I don’t know how it’s possible for them to get our names so wrong.. I mean come on, it how does the name Druig become Pyramus and mine to Thisbe?” you muttered jokingly, but everyone was too busy being shell shocked that the story was about you and your lover. “But I suppose that is only one of the many parts that they got wrong about that story; a deviant looks nothing like a lion, that part is absolutely ridiculous. But Druig and I did meet in secret almost every night, sneaking around behind the backs of the others, and we clearly did not die on that day. It was me, i almost did lose my life on that day; I didn’t hear the Deviant approaching me from behind. The next thing i knew, I was on the ground as it threw itself on top of me. The last thing I saw before i fell unconscious, was Druig looking down at me as he carried my body. Blood, there was so much blood. Let’s not revisit that memory in too much detail, but the mulberries did turn a dark red after that day. Until this day, we don’t know why that happened, why the white fruit would continue to turn to a dark red as it ripened. It might seem like a terrible reason as to why i love mulberries so much, a fruit that was stained red by my blood on a day where i almost lost everything. And that’s the thing, i almost lost everything; but i was okay with that…because he was there, he was there and that was all that mattered, i would have been perfectly content with him being the last thing i saw.” you looked at Druig with tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you were speaking your soul, pouring your heart out for everyone to see; and it felt like the easiest thing to do. Just as long as he was looking at you the way he was right now. “I see mulberries to be one of the results of our love for one another.”
It hit everyone then, especially Wanda and Natasha, just how real and alive the love between you and Druig is. They were devastated, but at the same time, they felt happy for you. They couldn’t help but blame themselves, blame themselves for pushing you into his arms, but the truth was, Druig had always had your heart. From the moment you opened your eyes, to hopefully until you closed your eyes for the last time. Deep down they knew and understood that, they were just a bump on the road, maybe even less than that; the road that led to yours and Druig’s love for one another. A love that was bigger than either of them, bigger than they could have ever imagined, a love that had been centuries in the making.
“It would take more than either of us dying for me to stop loving you,” he says to you as he wipes your tears away as though you were made of porcelain. The tenderness and softness that he has always given you warms your soul and only makes more tears pour out of your eyes. Everyone watched as two of some of the most powerful beings in the whole universe interact with nothing but gentleness and love towards each other, the way he touched you like you were the most fragile thing in the room; could lead everyone to forget about the fact that you are over 7000 years of age and had grown almost all of the earth. “However many lives that we might have lived in the past that we can’t remember, or any lives we could possibly live in the future, I am most certain that I have loved you in all of them.”
As your lips came together, so did the both of your hearts. A love that was centuries in the making had finally come together. As two hearts came together, another two broke.
that last line from druig was inspired from another fic! but for the life of me, i can’t find it.
and also druig’s bonsai came back to life! don’t worry about it !
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