You were the Sun, and he was the Moon. He was fire, and you were ice. You were Persephone and he was Hades. Destined to be, eternally.
He vowed to never leave you. You were his whole heart, his reason for existing, and he loved you for 6,500 years.
And he never broke his promise.
Druig x Eternal F!Reader
Summary: how you and Druig fell in love.
Part Two
It took Druig approximately 300 years to finally realize that you were more than just an ally. And then it took about 200 years for him to realize you were more than just a friend. He loved you. He couldn’t describe how he felt, it was so intricate yet delicate, as if with one touch he’d ruin it. It was similar to a breath of fresh air after swimming in the river. The colors of sunsets. Gentle, yet powerful all the same.
He dreamt of you in Mesopotamia, when he fell asleep to the Milky Way. The early days where the purpose was fighting Deviants and emotions couldn’t get in the way of the mission. But in the night, Druig couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibilities, especially when they could go home to Olympia.
Decades turned into centuries. Humans died but more were born. The Eternals moved to Babylon. Trees grew taller, streams became rivers, but Druig’s love for you remained unchanged. He felt cursed but in the best way. The mission didn’t matter anymore to him, only you.
The nights become unbearable. He drifts off and wakes up alone, thinking of your mouth, your skin, your bright eyes, everything. All of it. He’s intoxicated but he doesn’t give a damn. He wanted you to himself, just you and him. Only you, forever.
He watched Sersi and Ikaris have what he didn’t. But instead of feeling discouraged, he only felt a spark. But Ajak made sure that spark became a forest fire.
“You love her. We do not know how much time we have here. Tell her how you feel.” Ajak could only smile at how truly lovesick the once brooding Druig had become. She had a keen eye and saw how he looked at you. His gaze would linger, his facial features softening, his frown becoming a relaxed smile.
She also noticed the small glances you made at Druig as well. You fidgeted with your fingers when flustered, which is what you did constantly around Druig. You protected him the most with your telekinesis powers during battles against the Deviants. Lingering touches.
The love between you and Druig was a beautiful love forged from longing during the centuries.
You thought of him at night when you couldn’t sleep. The way he would look at you, so soft and gentle. He hated everyone but you, only you. His eyes on you constantly. You clutched your chest where your heart slammed against your rib cage.
It all came crashing together when Druig got knocked aside violently by a Deviant’s serpent-like tail. You could hear Druig’s sudden gasp of surprise as the tail crushed his ribs and sent him flying across the sand. You let out a cry of fright and sorrow, and without thinking, you run to his collapsed body.
“Druig! Druig!” You outstretch your hands and his body moves on his own towards you, and you fall to your knees to catch him in your arms. You cradle his head in your arms, ignoring the resuming battle around you.
Ajak appears before you call out for her, kneeling down next to you. She opens her mouth to tell you to rejoin the battle, she can heal Druig, and that everything would be alright.
“No, Ajak, I cannot leave him,” you brush his raven hair from his blood-soaked forehead.
She said nothing, only healing him with a wave of her hand. The blood disappears from Druig’s forehead and his eyes snap open like a wild animals.
“Druig,” you whisper, crushing him in a hug and falling on top of him. “Druig, you’re all right. Oh, I was so worried…”
Druig almost passed out again from what was happening. He shakily lifted his hand and cradled the back of your head, letting himself close his eyes in relief.
“You’re all right,” he murmured. “Good.”
“No, you’re all right! I thought…,” you leaned back and he saw your eyes filled with unshed tears. “Don’t leave me like that again.” You close your eyes and the tears began to fall from your lashes.
Ajak only watched in bewilderment when Druig softly wiped them away from your cheeks. “Beautiful, beautiful Y/N, I could never.”
It was new love, precious and gentle like a summer breeze. Druig spent every waking moment with you while you worked on building structures, buildings, and homes for humans across Babylon with a wave of your hands. You both would explore hidden natural treasures Babylon had to offer. Sneaking small, delicate kisses. Hands intertwined. Then he would walk you to your bedchamber, leaving you with the feeling of his lips on your own.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl…,” he’d murmur into your hair, lips ghosting the shell of your ear, making you shiver. Hands on your hips, waist, everywhere. “You have stolen my heart.” Lips on your neck, collarbone, throat. You would think he’d put those thoughts in your head on purpose, but no. You were falling in true love with him, and so was he.
He’d make his true feelings known in the dark of night, whispering his love for you in your ear, just like how you had imagined it during previous nights alone. He’d have you against a wall in your bedchamber, breath hot and heavy from the jog from the roof to here. It was innocent, but when he saw you in that dress and a flower in your hair, he had to tell you his true feelings.
“I love you, Y/N, my beautiful girl.”
A kiss on the shell of your ear.
“You are a dream…you’ve stolen my whole heart.”
A small bite to your earlobe.
“Druig-“ your whisper was cut off by a chaste kiss, his large hands cupping your face, tilting your head up to meet his lips.
“My Y/N, I love you.”
“Druig…I love you.”
“Don’t leave me,” he’s dragging his lips slowly down your neck, and you bite your lip.
“Never,” you hold the back of his neck, nails slightly scratching him, and he pulls back so his eyes could meet your own.
“And I’ll never leave you, my darling. Nothing in the universe could tear us apart.”
summary: sometimes matt slips into a headspace after a bad day of vigilantism, and he needs a friend to help coax him out.
pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader
warnings: sad matt, hurt matt, tried to break him as gently as possible, i promise it ends happy
word count: 1100+
A/N: wrote this to break our broken saint matthew a little more, but it ends happy i swear
feedback is always appreciated!
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The sound of crashing through the window followed by a low rumbly groan is what distracts you from your late night TV binge. You don’t rush to him, you never do. His fight-or-flight carries him up until you can get him to calm down, and there’s been too many times where you’ve narrowly missed a punch because you ran to his side.
“Hey, D. It’s me, can I come closer?” Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes it’s no. The nights where the answer is no are the nights you pad away to your room, waiting for him to call out your name, for him to silently say, “I’m ready to be taken care of now.”
Ahhh I go through these chapters too fast I need moreee
Devils Roll the Dice | m.m.
Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader
A False God drabble
In which Matt breaks her, but someone unexpected tries to pick up the pieces
Word Count: 975
Warnings: So much angst
Author’s Note: Guess who hurt themselves writing this 😎 Also, I don’t even. I don’t have a gif for this.
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Matt didn’t come the first day she spent in the hospital.
He didn’t come the second day, either.
A handful of others passed in and out of her room as she recovered. Nurses, specifically Claire. Karen and Foggy spent most of the day with her, talking about anything but Matt. Peter came by after school with his friend, Ned. They talked to her about their Lego Death Star escapades and how Ned dropped it, and they had to restart the whole thing. She was thankful for the distractions, but her body ached and so did her heart.
Matt had visited in the middle of the night. Apologized silently as she slept; but he couldn’t do this to her anymore. He couldn’t let her live this life —not with him, at least. This was supposed to be his goodbye, but he didn’t think the consequences through as he left.
Claire had stopped him; berated him for how horribly he was treating her.
He ignored her.
The next morning, she woke up and swore she had heard someone that night. Claire didn’t have the heart to tell her it was Matt.
On her third day in the hospital, Peter returned with “contraband,” as he called it. It was just McDonald’s and a McFlurry but she appreciated it. They chatted idly as she stared out the window, listening to the sirens sound in the cities. It made her wonder about Matt; where he was. Why he hadn’t come for her.
She had overheard Karen and Foggy asking the same things. They hadn’t seen or heard from Matt since the night she was shot. Karen was getting angry; Foggy was simply disappointed, noting that this was just something Matt sometimes did. Karen said it was bullshit.
Karen was right.
It was the evening of third day that she was a little more awake. A little more functional. She was starting to be angry, too, though. But she refused to call and beg for him to see her. If he didn’t want to be there for her, then she sure as hell didn’t need him. However, no matter how angry she was, whenever that door opened, she sat up a little straighter. Smiled a little prettier. And hoped to whatever power was out there that it was him.
Tonight, it was someone she never expected to talk to again.
“You look like shit, deja vu,” Stark commented as he sauntered in, carrying a balloon and an iron man themed teddy bear.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
He considered the answer for a moment, setting the items down on the table beside her. She suddenly realized how many flowers and balloons filled her room, and she wondered who all sent them. Tony sat down in one of the chairs, crossing his leg as he looked over his phone.
“The kid called me,” he explained simply. “And…and we’re friends.”
“Friends don’t put friends in prison, Stark.”
“Yeah…yeah you’re right.” He nodded in agreement, though he refused to look away from his phone. Give away how he felt. “You’ve made a hell of an impression on Peter, you know.”
“Someone needed to.”
“You’re still the dumbest person I know, though. And I know Barton very well.”
She rolled her eyes, sitting up some. The ache in her ribs and hip though caused her to wince. Tony finally looked up at her, and she realized he was genuinely worried.
She was just…she was so angry.
“Why is it that you, of all people, manage to come visit me but my own boyfriend can’t?”
Tony’s brow furrowed some as he s frowned. “What?”
“You, who I physically fought in an airport parking lot basically; who had me arrested. And trapped in the Raft. You came, but Matt couldn’t —won’t. Hasn’t. I don’t fucking know.”
Tears threatened to spill over as she took a shaky breath. Her heart monitor started to beep aggressively since she was working herself up. Tony stood, moving to kneel next to her bed. He wasn’t the sentimental type; at least, that’s what he told himself. But this was someone he’d worked with since he became Iron Man —he cared enough to show up there to check on her. That was more than Matt could say.
“Maybe he doesn’t deserve you, then,” Tony offered, pulling the chair up beside her.
She looked at him with confusion and hurt. “What?”
“Listen,” he began, looking down at his hands. “I don’t know anything about your relationship, so take this with a grain of salt. But I do know that anyone that doesn’t come see you when you’ve been shot is a jackass.”
She stared Tony down for a long time before looking away as her tears finally spilled over. Her hands covered her face as she sobbed, shoulders hunching over as she finally broke down.
Three days.
She waited three days —plus the first night in the hospital for surgery —and Matt couldn’t be bothered to be there for her. She didn’t even know where he was; no one knew where the hell he was.
“I can…do you want me to track him down?”
She pulled her hands from her face, wiping her nose as she sniffled.
“I trust him,” she admitted quietly, voice small. “I-I…I’m sure he’s doing something important —“
“What the hell is more important than his girlfriend being shot?” Tony demanded, standing. “I want his number. I can track his cell service —“
“Stark —“
“I’ll find it one way or another. You know I will.”
She watched him for a long time, shaking as she tried to consider what to do next. In the last week or so, Matt had been acting so strangely, and then suddenly he disappears? It was in that moment that the worst thought came to mind.
Because suddenly…she didn’t trust him.
“When you find him…just tell me if he’s with someone named Elektra.”
Summary: Based on 2.2 when Matt becomes deaf after a gun fires close to his head. You are there to try to comfort Matt as he is unable to see or hear. Hurt/comfort.
Warnings: Injuries, blood, mentions of guns, Catholicism
A/N: I haven’t posted a fic in like 2 years, but Matt is bringing me out of hibernation.
That look in Tobey's eyes when he's holding Tom's Peter back from killing Norman. He didn't have to say a single word. They both just knew. That look is haunting me it won't leave my mind.
It was so, so important how they did that moment - how Tobey didn't just snatch the hoverboard out of Tom's hands with a web - but rather he could look him in the eyes, look his younger self in the eyes, and stop him from making the same choice that he did. Not just physically stop him but to make him understand, and let him make the choice to let go himself, instead of making it for him.
I love how they really framed Tobey's as the oldest and the wisest. He's had all this time to look back on that choice he made. All this time to think about the things he would have done differently. All this time thinking if he had just known, wishing he could just go back in time and talk to himself, to stop himself. He never thought that one day he would actually get that chance.
That look. That look that won't leave my mind. That look that said you know you shouldn't do this. You know May wouldn't want you to do this. I know the pain it will cause you. I've felt it. I feel it every day. I don't want you to go through what I did. I don't want you to make the same mistake I did. I don't want you to feel the pain that I do. Please. I love you. Please. It didn't help.
And Tom's Peter listens. He makes the choice Tobey's couldn't. His younger self didn't have him to offer him his strength and compassion and wisdom and perspective. Tobey's Peter can never go back in time and save himself, but at least he could save this version of himself. He can go on living, and the pain will fade more and more every day. Whenever he looks back on his younger self at least he'll know, without a doubt, that in another world, there's a version of him that he was able to help. Who didn't make that choice.
(And then Tom's Peter could then do something else that Tobey's couldn't, that being curing Norman, which he said he's been thinking about for years. Even though he was dead he still wished he could go back and help him, and now he was finally able to give him a second chance.)
(And the fact that Tobey says in the very next scene after May dies that ever since he got here he's been trying to find Peter because he feels he needs his help. I know he probably got there earlier but part of me thinks he got there right after or when May died, and he goes through the portal a few hours later. Yes Peter needed him because of the villains but the real reason he needed him was because of May's death and how he was grieving - and how this universe's Peter was going to make the same decision he did if he didn't find him and help him.)
And Andrew. I saw someone else say that he's still grieving Gwen, which is so true. From his conversation with Tobey it sounds like he really just sunk himself entirely into his work as Spiderman in order to, maybe not so much cope but just keep himself occupied to block out the grief.
He thinks about her every day. Sees her falling. Feels the weight of her in his arms again and again and again.
And when MJ fell, every fiber of his being was screaming not again. Not again. Not again.
In that moment, he just saw Gwen. Like he does every day. Only this time it was all too real.
And this time it was different. MJ's Peter couldn't get to her, just like he couldn't get to Gwen. This time he was here. This time he could do something about it. This time there was someone who could spare Peter the pain he lives with every moment of his life.
Maybe when he caught her, for just a split second, it felt like he caught Gwen. He had relived the most horrible moment of his life again. That moment that lived in his mind, that was always there underneath everything else, burning just a little but without end. Then somehow, this time, it ended differently.
The worst thing that happened to Andrew's Peter was a tragedy, but the worst thing that happened to Tobey's was a choice. They're both things that they can never change, but wish they could. They're both things they were able to spare this young version of themselves from. This boy who's full of so much potential and been through so much already. This boy who needed them. This boy who is them.
Obviously this whole movie was about second chances and compassion. You can always give second chances to people, no matter what they've done. You can always start over with them. Everyone except for yourself. You will always know what you've been through and what you've done. And you can be compassionate with yourself, but you can never truly start over. We can never get second chances in life - we can only have them in the eyes of others.
I wish I could go back in time and be there for my younger self. I wish I could help them and guide them. I wish I could protect them. I wish I could save them. I think about it all the time. I think a lot of us do. But in the real world we can't save our younger selves from pain.
Tobey and Andrew were able to fulfill the impossible dream of giving yourself a second chance. Of saving yourself.
I think what this movie was saying was that, as much as we wish we could, we can't start over. You can't give second chances to yourself so that's why it's all the more important that you give them to others - because if we could give ourselves even one moment of the past that could be changed, we would all do it in a heartbeat.
Summary ; You catch Zabdiel staring at your ass, so you tell him to take a picture. He ends up taking more than just a couple of photos.
Warning(s) ; swearing, fingering, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids!)
Word Count ; 1.9k+
Author’s Note ; -
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disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true
inspired by this fucking shit (thanks for gifing this @spider-zab!):
“So, I said I wanted four, right? And I don’t know if she was just deaf or dumb, I told her something like five times…”
Zabdiel tuned the rest of your words out, solely deciding to focus on something much more interesting. You were facing away from him, glaring at yourself in the mirror as you slathered moisturizer all over your skin, part of your nightly routine. You were ranting about something, but he wasn’t really sure what. Everything sort of went in one ear and out the other. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to suppress a grin from spreading across his face as his eyes remained trained on your behind.
Were those new tights? He didn’t really know. Your butt seemed to look good in every pair of pants you owned. The fabric hugged your plump bottom nicely, emphasizing your curves, and it took almost everything in him not to get a boner right then and there from how delicious your ass looked. Far off, he could hear you say something, so he just hummed a casual “mhmm” in an attempt to prove that he was listening though he really wasn’t.
AND I WAS NEVER GOOD AT TELLING JAKES BUT THE PUNCH LINES GOES "I'LL GET OLDER BUT YOUR LOVERS STAY MY AGE' FROM WHEN YOUR BROOKLYN BROKE MY SKIN AND BONES I'M A SOLDIER WHO'S RETURNING HALF HER WEIGHT AND DID THE TWIN FLAME BRUISE PAINT YOU BLUE? JUST BETWEEN US DID THR LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU TOO?
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