Present Day

You were in the field picking wheat with some of the other villagers. Now that you were staying for the time being, you wanted to help. And with your ankle all healed up, no one could find any reason to stop you. And so Frieda had brought you with her to the field.

"I still cannot believe this," she was saying to you as she placed more of the wheat in your joint basket. "Druig has never shown interest in anyone."

You smiled to yourself, knowing why. You hadn't told her everything. You didn't want to burden her with your visions or the weight of your past lives with Druig. But seeing as the leader of the village had been actively wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to yours every chance you got, you gave her a little something to her incessant questions.

"I don't know what to tell you, Frieda, something changed at the waterfall," you said.

She was quiet for a moment, looking at you intently. "No, before the waterfall even. The way he watched you, like you were the most precious thing in the world. You are very lucky to be loved like that."

You smiled. "I feel very lucky."

You did. You felt it in every touch, every kiss. Druig loved you. You understood your vision now, the first one you had had of Druig, where he looked at you with such love and admiration. But you couldn't help but wonder if he was still holding onto a ghost, albeit a ghost of you. Was it love for you or love for who you had been in the past?

You suddenly felt a strong pair of arms circle your waist. "There you are," Druig said, breaking you from your thoughts as he laid a kiss on your neck. "I didn't hear you leave this morning."

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you," you told him.

"Can you two go be disgustingly cute somewhere else? I have wheat to pick and you're distracting me," Frieda interjected.

"I'm trying to help you," you reminded her.

She smiled. "Go away."

"But," you started, but Druig began to pull you away.

"She said go away," he told you as he pulled you into the trees, away from the eyes of the villagers. "Finally, I have you to myself again."

You rolled your eyes at him as he pushed you back against a tree, his hands on your waist as a small smile came to your face. "I've been with you every second of every day for several days now."

"I have centuries to make up for," he said as he leaned in to kiss you. You sighed into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. His body pressed against you as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

It was when he finally broke away from your mouth, letting you breathe as his lips moved to your neck that it happened. You gasped as you were hit with an image. Six people were coming into the village, dressed in modern clothes. You recognized one of them. It was the one who had killed Druig in your vision before. He was coming.

You pushed Druig back. He looked at you in confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"They're coming," you said quietly.

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Druig's POV

"Hey, hey Y/N, slow down," Druig tried to calm you as he followed you into the church. You had all but run from him after dropping that ominous revelation on him. You said they were coming, but you didn't tell him who.

He grabbed your elbow and stopped you, pulling you to face him. "Please, talk to me, my love. Who is coming?"

"I—I don't know," you said. "I don't know who they are, but they'll be here soon. I could tell it was soon."

"Okay," he said slowly. "Do you know why they're coming?"

"No, but Druig, the man I saw, he," you stopped and shook your head. "I don't think they're coming here for anything good."

He sighed, pushing your hair back out of your face as he leaned in to press his forehead against yours. He could feel your heart beating fast, and he knew he needed to calm you. "Whoever it is, whatever they are coming for, we will deal with it. It'll be okay."

You closed your eyes, your breath shaky against his face. "You don't know that."

"I promised I would keep you safe," he reminded you.

"It's not me I'm worried about," you mumbled, almost to yourself.

"What?" He wasn't quite sure he had heard you right. He pulled back to look at you.

"Nothing," you said. He nodded, though he could tell you were hiding something.

"And you're sure you didn't recognize them from anywhere?" he asked.

"I didn't," you said. "But I think—no I know you did. They asked for you, friends from college."

College? He'd never been to college. Who could it—no. It couldn't be, could it? He looked at you intently. "You're sure they said they were my friends from college?"

"Yes."

"What did they look like?"

"There was a girl, she had short red hair, and two other women. One was in a silver dress with blonde hair and the other woman looked Asian, she had black hair. There were three men with them too. Um one was very large. One of them looked Indian I think? And another man, with brown hair."

His heart dropped. So it was them. They had come for him at last. Was it time to go back to Olympia perhaps? He couldn't think of any other reason they would come for him. They hadn't left on good terms.

You touched his face. "What is it? Do you know who they are?"

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he leaned into your touch. "Do you remember when I told you about my family?" he asked quietly.

You gasped. "That's them?"

"Yes," he said. "It's them."

•••

You couldn't tell him about the vision you had seen earlier, the one of the man shooting him down. You knew you should. He had asked you to keep an eye out on the future, for anything bad that could happen. But you felt like if you spoke it out loud, it would make it come true. It was silly, and you knew the odds of you being able to stop it were slim. You couldn't always control when you got your visions, but you knew they always came true. But it seemed like the only thing you had left, keeping the hope that maybe, just maybe you could save him.

He had grown quiet since he'd realized his family was coming. You knew he felt torn about it though you weren't sure why. He had said he didn't have a good relationship with them, but this seemed like something more. You put your hand on his arm. "Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah, I'm fine," he said, though his voice was hollow.

"Druig," you said quietly. You wanted him to be able to talk to you, to tell you when he wasn't okay. You wanted him to open up to you, the way he had been since you'd confessed your feelings. It felt like there was a wall between you now with this news, and you weren't sure how to climb it.

He sighed and pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm fine," he said. "No matter what they say, it changes nothing. I love you. I have always loved you, and I will love you to my last breath. I'm not leaving you, ever again."

You smiled, putting your hand to his cheek. "I love you too."

He tensed in your arms for a moment before turning around and looking towards the door. "They're here," he said. "Hello, Sprite."

"Already?" you gasped.

He nodded. "Stay here."

"What? No, I'm coming with you," you said.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"No, Druig," you insisted, taking his hand. "You're not leaving me, remember?"

He smirked at you. "My brave little warrior," he kissed your forehead. "Okay, stay behind me."

You nodded as he walked towards the door, pulling you by the hand behind him. You weren't sure how you were going to stop the vision from coming true, but you knew you had to. And the first step wasn't going to be by facing whatever was on the other side of that door.

•••

Druig pushed the door open and looked at the others with a smirk. He hadn't seen them in 500 years, and quite frankly, that hadn't been enough time. He immediately noticed Ajak, Phastos and Makkari weren't with them. He knew Makkari was still on the Domo, but he wondered where Ajak and Phastos were.

"I've missed you all," he said with a smirk. "Please, make yourselves at home."

"Druig," Sersei stepped forward. "We need to talk."

"No pleasantries then," he looked around at them all. "It's only been 500 years, give it take a few decades."

He saw Ikaris's eyes moving behind him. To you. He tensed. He knew there was no way he could keep you hidden away. You'd never let him. But he didn't want them to see you.

"So you found her again," Ikaris said. "Is she part of your mind control community here?"

"Hey whatever your name is this time," Kingo beamed at you. "Long time no see. Man you look good in this lifetime. Oh wait, does she know about ya know?"

He rolled his eyes as you waved at the man. "Yes, she does and no, Ikaris, she is not under mind control. I would never do that to her."

"She can also hear you," you grumbled.

"My apologies, my love," he smirked as he pulled you to his side. "Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my family." He turned to look at them. "Well then, why don't we step inside? You can tell me whatever it is you want to talk about."

He led them into the church, making sure to keep as much distance between you and them as possible.

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Authors Note

Thanks for reading! Sorry the updates have been slow it's just a super busy time in my life. I know this chapter is shorter than usual, but I really want the next stuff to be together.

Hope you liked it! The eternals have returned and I'm excited lol let me know what you thought!

Title credit- ghosts that we knew by Mumford and sons