my brother and I don’t say “mcdonalds” when referring to the fast food chain. we’ve always said “mcnaldo’s”, then it became “naldo’s”. now it’s simply “nald”. and we always refer to it as a single unit. like “do you want a nald?”
A/N: Ya girl is back and officially posting writing again. I know it’s been a while, but thank you for sticking with me. I didn’t think I’d write for Marvel again, but, well, like all of you, I was just taken by Barry’s performance as Druig, who (along with Makkari) quickly stole the whole movie for me. Keep an eye out for an upcoming TASM!Spidey and/or Matt Murdock fic, as well. Might as well go full-tilt Marvel now…
This piece is probably a cliché, but oh well. I hope you like! Please tell me what you liked, what you didn’t, and what, if anything, I should do for Druig in the future. There is a playlist for this, as well.
Reblogs are always appreciated!
Pairing: Druig x fem eternal!reader (Reader’s legend is that of Artemis, the hunter goddess. No Y/N); some Drukkari x reader, if you’re looking.
Word Count: 16.1k of eternal love, the stuff that poems are made of, and my usual abuse of simile and metaphor. Cotton candy sweetness – but careful, lest it dissolve between your fingertips. Who said romance wasn’t a little tragic? All’s well that ends well.
Warnings: my writing is its own warning, angst, eternals-style heartbreak (y'all have either seen the movie or read enough fic to know that our boy leaves), canon-typical violence, misuse of power. Also? Smut, so 18+ ONLY – touching, biting, outdoor naughtiness, mutual masturbation, and other things that occur more than once in here, okay?
Summary: A love for the ages, yours and Druig’s feelings for one another have persisted throughout time and distance. Stoic as Druig is, winter snow melts in the light of spring, and a little hunter has held his heart in her hands for millennia. Gently traipses through the plot of the movie.
By starlight, everything was serene. A luminous, crescent crown.
Your awakening was like the warp and the weft, weaving the threads that comprised your personhood through a grandiose loom. It was simultaneously soft and scraping – A yarn-like itch behind your eyelids compelled you to open them, only to be met with a room full of strangers.
You saw him then – eyes of twinkling, galactic starlight. Serene.
You tilted the corner of your lips in a soft smile, hoping to convey similar softness. Welcoming. And his face? His face remained stoic. Passive.
As you would come to learn, as history unfolded, it all was positively Austenian. Dickensian. Shakespearean, maybe?
Here he was: The crystalline-eyed boy with raven hair and blooming-lily skin, so superior in his indifference. Who carried himself with a power that transcended time. A cool, quiet tempest. Burning insight and demand into the deepest corners of a mind, like the golden, fiery sun.
There you were: The doe-eyed girl. Quick in wit (and to anger), the sharpness of your tongue second only to that of your arrows. Fearsome, to be sure, but soft for him. (As he would be for you). Graceful and generous. A flower known to bloom by the silvery light of the pale moon.
There was no way to know it when you awoke. But the two of you would be wrapped in one another throughout eternity, as threads pulled tightly around a finger, woven through a loom. But perhaps you had been before then, if man could comprehend a “prior-to” eternity. If you could remember a time before now.
You shoot up from your bed, Matt’s name spilling from your lips in a loud cry. Your entire body is shaking, and when you raise a hand to your face, you’re surprised to find that it’s wet—you’ve been crying. You place your head in your hands, trying to get the image of Matt dead on the ground out of your mind. But it seems like it’s plastered to the inside of your eyelids for the near future, not going away any time soon.
I typed the link into Safari and ahendjandjfjsf it’s so cute 😭♥️ (I could totally see Bucky doing this if you’ve been apart for a while, or even just a day or 2 because he misses you so much)
it took you a little while to get used to. at first, he’d sneak up behind you and lift you with one arm. or he’d slink his arm around you like he was going to give you a quick squeeze, but you’d be high off the ground before you could even blink. the little gasp that left your lips and the way your hands cling to his neck every time made his heart swell and his face split into a shit-eating grin. he’d always argue there was no logical reason for you having to walk anywhere when you had a perfectly fine boyfriend who could do the walking for you
but now, the action is something you look forward to whenever he enters a room– a quick little hop up (which he knows is completely unnecessary but would never tell you that because he adores how excited you get) and he has you snug against his chest and off of the ground
“these thighs do too much walking you around all day, it’s my turn. you know the deal, you’re around me and the only thing they’ll be doing is lookin’ pretty…” he presses a kiss against your shoulder before slinging his arm around your waist, “just too damn far away from me. and we can’t have that, now can we?” he smirks as you jump up, your body buzzing and conditioned to the action. carrying you with ease in his massive arm, he trails his free hand across your thigh, rubbing patterns and pinching playfully. “good girl. right where you belong, bun.”
your writing is everything 🥰 and that gif 🥹♥️ i see that man and i simply want to give him all the love and hugs and kisses in the world because he deserves that and so much more 😭 i’ve also always been self conscious about my thighs so reading that lumby might love them just makes me shdisbrfiabfidsn ☺️
just had to share my lumby thoughts 🥰 i would sell my soul to spend a day with our favorite beefy man ☺️
also i was watching some random youtube video and the guy was chopping his own firewood and so i of course thought of bucky teaching you how to do it because you keep asking, and at first he’s like ‘i’ll be here to do it for you bunny, you don’t need to know how’ but you’re curious so he eventually caves. but he’s secretly terrified of you hurting yourself even though he’s right there 😂 (i’m also 5’1” and probably look like a child holding an ax so that made me giggle 😂) and then he gives you like the smallest piece of wood and when you manage to chop it in half you’re so excited and he just looks at you like 😍 wow that’s my baby
i’m imagining this more towards the beginnings of their relationship. so this is before bunny’s turned bucky into the confident, needy, cocky, loving, giant of a menace he truly is. I put the fics/drabbles for them in the order i imagine this series on the masterlist, but they can all be read as stand alones
no because watching you throw on one of his big jackets and a pair of his gloves already has him melting– but the sight of you looking up at him with those eyes he can hardly handle any other day, pleading with a pout and that sweet voice for him to show you how to chop a log “like my lumby does"– truly causes him to short-circuit
