Marvel Imagines

Druig // Demeter

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Warnings: Abuse, degrading, language (like all my imagines), mentions of the sexual intercourse but no actual smut.

Word Count: 11K +

This is the longest image I have ever written. Please enjoy as I did writing this. So many ideas for this poor little boy. He has my heart. Just so you know, I made this long because I felt as if it didn't need multiple parts. It takes place over all the years that the Eternals have been on earth.

Did I lie about the next imagine being a request? Yes, but I'm going to take a couple day break and the next one I post will be a request. I promise that. This just randomly came to me and I hope you enjoy it. It is indeed hella long, but I hope you read it through.

I did close my requests, but once I write out everything I have requested they will be back open. If you're ever curious about them being opened or closed, check the book's description or the chapter related to requests. Thank you!

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4000 BC

Bruises and cuts found their way on the girl's body every week. A new one that made your fellow Eternals worry. It first started when they arrived on Earth. He described them as punishments. The way the back of his hand slapped the delicate face you had. His hands painfully on your body in the most disgusting ways you wish you could forget.

Druig was the first to notice. He may have not talked much, but he did pay attention to detail. He couldn't pinpoint it at first. He couldn't understand why he cared so much about you. You were just another person who went with the plan.

Maybe it was because you had a heart. It was in your nature, quite literary and figuratively. You could be described as Aphrodite or even Demeter. Your power pointed more towards Demeter. You were able to grow flowers, trees, food, any type of plant.

You were graceful with what you did. Even when fighting against the deviants. The gold vines that grew out of the ground to tie them down, or to act as your punches. Always... always at the end of the fight, you apologized.

In the first fight the team had with the deviants, he noticed bruises on your body after a while. He shrugged it off thinking they were just from the fight. He was wrong... No matter how many long beautiful dresses you wore, he was always able to find the bruised black marks on your arms or even your legs.

You spent most of your time outside. Even if it was raining. You always claimed that the rain helped you just as much as it did with the plants. If you weren't outside, you were in your greenhouse in the Domo. Lastly, if you weren't there... you were in the kitchen with Gilgamesh. Because you grew your own produce, you found love in cooking with the creations you made.

'You notice them also?' Makkari signed to Druig. Of course, he did. He noticed everything about you. The way your long wavy hair danced through the wind. Or even how your flower crown that rested on your head matched with the dress you wore that day.

'Course,'  He answered back. Makkari let out a sad expression and looked over at the girl they were currently talking about. You sat near the window. Your gaze looked towards the fields of grass, imagining how you could fill them with beautiful flowers, or even produce.

'Have you heard anything?'  Makkari asked the mind reader. She knew he would be able to hear if something was happening to her.

'That's just it, I can't hear her sometimes,'  Druig confessed. It pained him to say that because he did listen in. He wanted to know who was causing this.