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redheadspark · 6 months

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can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack. The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing. You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting. A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend. We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years. Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you. He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already? We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection. You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig. Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind. Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you. As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew. You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again. It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig. You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous. You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine. He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom. You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was. It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek. You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list. His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed. Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time. Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer. To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head. Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine. Fine, I said! Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours. You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you. No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could. His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

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mcondance · 4 months

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cw blasphemy.

“i’m a jealous lover.” druig croons, dancing his lips against your parted ones, a hand on your waist. the wall behind you is steady, a contrast to druig’s swaying form. quiet and composed, sure in his emotions, he lays them bare to you in a moment of vulnerability. still, he has to play, to pick and prod with his words in a way only he can. ‘jealous lover’ he says, making holy the words that humans have made holy for centuries.

his origin is not important, not here, not now. now, he’s normal. simple. a reference to god is just that; a morphing of text to something that means much more to you than it’s source. he’s a jealous lover. the context in which it’s used makes it hit you harder, to know he’s referencing a god’s envious love for his people in his love for you.

“jealous lover, huh?” you sing, and he huffs a little breath out of his nose, the corners of his lips turning up. he nods once, his head notching up just a little. “you quotin’ the bible to me?”

and he knows it’s silly, knows you think it’s funny just as you do the religion he quotes, but it’s here, and it’s true. and you know that too.

“i’m jealous,” he almost pouts, the hand on your waist pulling your body to him and swinging his body to yours. your hands come up against his chest, curling around his neck and crossing at the wrist behind his head, your bracelets clinging together softly as they hang.

“what for?” you smile, looking in his eyes like he hung the stars in the sky. it’s ironic, really.

and just like a god, he’s unexplained and understood only by those who worship him. “nothin’.”

#druig x reader #druig x black reader #druig oneshot #druig fluff #x black reader #don’t ask me what this is #i told indy i was jealous last night and was abt to make a religious reference cause yk the bible says god is a jealous lover #and i decided to write it down instead so here #cw blasphemy #tw blasphemy #cw religion #tw religion

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sundropstories · 7 months

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My Sweet Druig

Pairing:Druigxreader

Summary: Druig and y/n are very old friends. Who realize they're in love with each other when they finally meet again.

Warnings: None :)

A/n: I Hope y’all enjoy since this is my first. I know it’s pretty short but I never see any Druig fics on here so I thought I’d just make one.

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"And they should be coming up soon so we can start this meeting." I hear Tony say on my way down the stairs into our shared living room.

"Who's coming?" I say taking a seat next to Wanda giving her a small smile. "The Eternals" she responds.

I practically jump out of your seat. "Oh my god! You're joking, I haven't seen them in like, forever."

The truth is I haven't seen them since they split up. Which was the year 1521 so basically forever. I remember, I saw them the week before.

See I may look like I'm only 22, but the truth is I'm 1,492 years old. I'm Asgardian. Hela's daughter, actually.

I was raised as the princess of Asgard. I had this arranged marriage thing with Eros. He was the one who knew the Eternals. We'd hangout with them sometimes. Of course after..you know..I moved into the compound, because Asgard kinda...died..screw you mom!.. We called off our engagement.

—

Ding

The elevator opens. We all stand ready to greet them. I run to the front of the group. "Ahh I missed you!" I squeal and hug everyone.

I start to notice someone's missing. My heart sinks. I begin checking my surroundings, Maybe I just didn't see him come in.

"Hey! y/n are you okay?" Makkari signs a worried look painting her face. "Yeah, did Druig happen to come with you guys?" I sign back. "He should've been right behi-"

Ding

The elevator opens again. I immediately turn my attention to the dark haired man entering.

"Druig!" I yell running towards him.

I wrap my arm around him as he lifts me off the ground. "Sorry I'm late" he whispers and I can practically feel his smirk.

I pull away while he keeps his arms around my waist. I move my hands to hold his face. "I thought you didn't come." I whisper to him staring in his almost silver eyes. He's so pretty.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips "My sweet sweet y/n, I'd never skip an opportunity to see you again." He leans in just enough to give me a small peck on the tip of my nose.

I giggle as I pull him in for another quick hug. Uhem, we're pulled out of our moment by someone clearing their throat.

We pull away from each other facing the rest of the group. "Right, everyone this is Druig my..um..friend, Dru these are the Avengers."

After the meeting everyone spent the rest of the day just getting to know each other. During the meeting we had all decided they'd move into the compound and help us on missions for a bit.

I lean over to my right where Druig sits and whisper just low enough for only him to hear. "Dru, do you wanna go do something else."

"Yeah" he whispers back. We stand and make our way to the balcony for some fresh air.

"So miss y/n you look very different." He says once we're finally alone. "Well yeah, now that there's no Asgard to be princess of , bye bye fancy dresses."

"Good" he says with a small smile. "Good?"

"Yeah, good. I think this suits you better." He says turning his head to look at me. " You don't think I looked good in dresses?" I say looking at him with a confused expression.

"No, you looked good, beautiful even. Just.." He trails off glancing at my lips then back at the stars. "Never mind"

"What? You can't do that!" I say touching his shoulder. "Okay, okay. Just, are you still engaged?" He asks.

I laugh. He gives me a confused look scratching the back of his neck. "What? Why are you laughing?" He says.

"It's just..you're cute and dare I say..a little jealous?" I say a smirk playing on my face. "Wha- I, I'm not..jealous. Why would I be jealous I've always known you'd have to-" I'm not sure where this sudden rush of confidence comes from, but our lips are already connecting.

When we finally pull apart our foreheads still connected, The butterflies begin to catch up to me. His hand resting on my face as the other holds my waist. He lets out a small laugh "I'm gonna take that as a no."

"Good." We pull apart, I turn looking towards the city in attempt to hide the scarlet glow creeping into my face. "Good?" He says mirroring my actions hands now on the balcony railing.

Missing the way they felt around me. "Dru" I say just above a whisper. "Yeah"

"You know that I love you, right?" I notice him shift a bit closer to me. "Of course, I love you too." He says a small smile tugging at his lips. "No Dru, I like, really love you."

He touches my arm with one hand, and with the other softly turns my face to look up at him. "Oh my sweet sweet y/n, I know what you ment."

#druig oneshot #druig eternals #druig imagine #druig fluff #druig x reader #druig #marvel #marvel x reader #eternals

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 11 months

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Up in Flames

Druig x gn!Eternal!reader

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Summary: Once again a team, you would do anything to keep them together.

Word count: ~2.2k

Warnings: Canon-level violence/injury. Reader has fire powers. A bit of angst, reader misses the team. Fluff!!

A/n: Not sure how alive the Druig fandom is lol, but he's been plaguing my mind since I watched Eternals again. It's my first time writing for him, so please let me know your thoughts! Thank you for reading <3

Unrelenting. The deviants continued in waves, the swells of their army growing as they passed over the grassy hill — the soil churned up under their talons.

At the bottom of the hill, past you, stood a village already half torn apart from the monsters. It awaited its fate against the gnawing fangs currently bared toward you and the other Eternals fighting to hold them back.

And as your power coursed through your veins and muscles, down into your marrow — searing fire erupting from your palms into a wall to keep the deviants contained — you thought of your team.

Your eyes had long been squeezed shut as you held the army back, the swirling flames rising high into the smoky air. The creases between your brows only fueled the pounding in your head, making images stark behind your eyelids. Images shimmering with the aching memories of the only family you’d known splitting apart — splintering like your mind under the weight of your straining power.

Most of your team had been apart for hundreds of years, separated by oceans and long-worn arguments that came to a bitter end. Few saw eye to eye when things became tense, and while you had tried to see each of them occasionally, the visits felt too short and all too quiet without the others. Like visiting your childhood home once you’ve moved out — you once belonged there, but the decorations felt different, the walls long bare of your voice.

And yet.

When you were called together once again, they’d come back to fight side by side, as if none of that lonely time had passed — or had left an ugly scar on your memories.

You knew that they’d probably go their separate ways again after it all finished, happier apart, but for now, you relished in it all. The whipping of wind around your body as Makkari ran past and the sound of Kingo’s sarcastic remarks as he shot lasers past you. Even as your arms began to shake, exhaustion settling into your limbs, you were glad to be by them once more.

Strengthen the left side. Put that extra nap you took to good use.

A hint of a smile graced your face as the lilting voice of your husband Druig filled your head. He fought somewhere out of view to your right as you sent more fire out left, keeping the wall of flames steady.

Each hit the deviants sent against it reverberated back into your body, chattering your teeth against each other. But the others were attacking from other sides, thinning out the army — all to give Phastos time to build something from nothing like he always did.

Thousands of years ago, your team handled the monsters with little effort, but there were so many concentrated here — and they weren’t going down as easily. So Phastos’ expert hands crafted an explosive so strong that it’d reduce them to nothing, but they had to stay contained in one area for it to work.

So you kept them back using the only way you knew how. After all this time with your abilities, you’d learned to welcome the heat breathing from your palms — to settle into the warmth it curled around your body.

The sweat, the exhaustion, the pure power rocking from you in waves matched your rapid heartbeat — it all meant that you were alive. But as the deviants beat against your flames with no pause or mercy, your knees shaking and bones aching, it felt like you were dying. Each breath felt too shallow, the strength of the monsters too strong.

You heard their growls aimed at you — could feel their anger against your fire. As you forced an eye open, blinking away drops of sweat, you couldn’t see any of your teammates for a moment, and your heart jolted.

A brief thought passed your mind, worrying whether they had abandoned you — had left you like discarded remnants of food to be feasted on by these monsters. But just as you’d slipped down onto one knee, your leg giving out, you saw Gilgamesh and Sprite fighting stray deviants back from the darkening corners of your vision.

As a groan ached to leave your mouth, you only hoped Phastos would finish soon enough.

But your flames began to flicker, leaving holes in the wall for the deviants to slip through. You caught a flash of light as Thena tried fighting some, but there were dozens all waiting for this exact moment. Even with the whole team together, the fight had begun to shift.

As they broke past the smoldering fire, you dropped to the ground, the dry grass biting into your palms. Ragged breaths ached through your lungs, scratching along the inside of you with each inhale. Your vision began to blur, your head spinning as you struggled to stand back up.

Even in this state, you saw a deviant stalking toward Phastos. Glancing around, you found everyone else occupied and overwhelmed — so you raised your shaky palm.

But your powers sputtered, spent from trying to hold so many back. Your throat, so painfully dry, cracked as you tried to scream to get his attention. Nothing came out but a whimper.

Still, you stumbled toward him with your body burning too hot, your steps much too slow to make it there in time. Your legs kept moving.

Come on, I know you’ve got more in you.

The voice came from inside your head, from your mind that begged you to rest. But it was Druig again. Each word sounded strained as he fought a deviant much too far away to get here in time.

He needs you. Just a little more, sweetheart. Then you can rest.

Please.

His last plea to you trickled through your brain, dripping down your spine and out to your fingers. You thought of Gilgamesh wrapping Thena in his arms the way he did, smiles etched onto their faces. You thought of Makkari’s gifts, all of them stolen relics she “found” along the way. You remembered the weddings, the dances, the births, and the funerals you attended of all the humans you’d come to love along your long lives.

And you quickened your steps as you felt the gentle caress of Druig’s fingers brushing along the apple of your cheek — as kind as the way he whispered into your mind.

Your power began to surge again, your feet pushing your body forward to help your team. But as you commanded pure fire to burn from your hands, the deviant lunged at Phastos.

The world shifted, your steps stuttering, as you watched its long teeth sink into Phastos’ body.

Only a weak grunt left his lips as blood began to pool along his shoulder. Watching his face twist, you sprinted to him with panic closing around your throat. The unforgiving exhaustion and screaming in your mind fell away, leaving just an ache in your chest as hollow as Phastsos’ ragged breaths.

He pushed the deviant away, falling to his knees from the monster’s bloody maw. His red-stained fingers continued working on the explosive device, even as Makkari guided him away from the fight.

In that instant, with painful fire burning beneath your skin, you knew you’d be no help to healing Phastos. Your vision instead tunneled onto the deviant responsible.

White-hot rage clouded your senses as you leapt onto it, grabbing its head with a furious grip. Fire pulsed through your body, its power searing new images behind your eyelids.

The monster roared beneath you as you saw Druig leaving the group all those years ago, the pain of his helplessness worn on his sleeve. The broken look on Thena’s face flashed as bright as the fire exploding from you. An image of you, sat alone in your home, alone, while Druig was away — your family nowhere near.

And you wouldn’t let that happen again, not because of these monsters.

Your teeth clenched so hard against each other you thought they might shatter. On the edges of your awareness, you felt your knees hit scorched earth.

Even though it was gone, burnt beneath your body, you stood up again while more deviants came at you. Without thinking, your hand raised to them, unrelenting as you created another wall to protect your team. It didn’t just keep them back, it burned them into nothingness. Even with shaking arms, you refused to give them an inch.

You thought hearing Phastos completing the device would be a sigh of relief — a soft voice telling you that you’d done enough. But as a wave of air pushed past you, the rush of Makkari speeding to the center of the deviants, you found no solace.

Even when the explosion flashed bright and shook the ground seconds later, sending you back down to your hands and knees, your rage refused to die out.

You shielded your eyes, finding many of the deviants evaporated into dust. But the few that were far enough away from the explosion continued their fight. Their dark eyes and unforgiving claws just reminded you of how many they’d hurt

Their agonized screams only made your mind want to keep going.

Stop. We’ve got the rest. You need to stop.

You didn’t. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t? Who knew. You could only see the reds and oranges dance around one another, seeking revenge where it was needed.

The power pulled and pulled at you, draining from your veins until it threatened to smother you forever.

You were going to burn out, reduce yourself to cinders amongst clouds of smoke.

Druig’s begging voice continued to echo through your mind, but you couldn’t focus on any specific word. It all mushed together, smoldering along with the rest of the world.

You wanted them to pay, but it was hurting you. Tears ran down your dry cheeks, searing a trail through the ashes caked onto your skin.

“Please,” you whispered from cracked lips. Your body swayed as you asked Druig to fill your mind with hope. You needed him to stop you.

The flames continued to spill from your body until you felt a trickle at the back of your brain. The floating sensation bled forward and pulled you away from the cliff your mind was about to fall over.

Your hands dropped to the ground once more, fingers clawing into the rubble to keep you steady. You hadn’t realized the ringing in your ears until it faded, letting in the sounds of your teammates fighting off the last deviants.

Phastos is okay. You protected him. We’re okay.

You trusted Druig with your life, and his with you. So you knew he took no offense as you turned over to see it yourself, see Phastos with your own eyes. He sat with his back against one of the village’s buildings, giving you a thumbs up and tired smile.

You returned it, the edges of your mouth lifting just enough. As you crawled from the circle of burnt ground around you, your heart slowed. They were all still here.

From behind, you felt your husband’s presence, caught his deep exhale as he sat among the grass.

His hands wrapped around your body, moving you to rest your back against your chest. “Rest, my love,” he murmured along the curve of your ear, smoothing his palm down your leg. And you did, sitting with your legs bent and feet planted as you relished in the weight of him encircling you.

Your throat felt too parched, so you whispered in your mind, I was so angry. I thought he was gone for a moment.

Druig leaned his head against yours, his thumb rubbing along your skin. “Aw, no way he’d go down that easily. He knows you’d kill him if he died on ya.”

His chuckle reverberated against you, drawing out your own laughter. An easy smile made its way onto your face, turning brighter as a wafting breeze washed over you.

The rest of the team made their way toward the village, each holding varying injuries from the fight. Gilgamesh patted a heavy hand onto your knee as he passed, his other hand encircling Thena’s arm. You watched as Sprite and Kingo joined them too, the latter making a fuss about how his suit didn’t match his complexion well enough.

The short beat of silence after they walked away felt painfully familiar. It made your heart heavy knowing their presence wouldn’t last.

“They love you, you know,” Druig said, knowing exactly where your thoughts went without having to read them. Turning your head to look at him, you admired the way sunlight carded its fingers through his hair and kissed freckled spots on his irises.

You nodded, giving his arm a squeeze in thanks. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes fixated on you.

“And I love you, but please don’t ever pull a stunt like that again. Scared me half to death,” he breathed against your skin with a grin, lightly pinching your side to make his point.

It brought out a squeal from your lungs, your jaw dropping. “Are you sure you love me?” you laughed, shaking your head. “Because someone who loves me wouldn’t do that.”

You jokingly tried pinching him back, but he caught your hand, bringing it to his smiling mouth. With a gentleness that made you pause, he kissed your palm.

I love you more than anything… more than life itself.

His words caressed along your mind, filling your body with a warmth that didn’t pull at you or demand energy — it just settled deep into your ribs, breathing life into you. The comforting presence of his voice pulled you in, telling you that even when the team eventually left, your home would always be with you.

I love you too, Druig.

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alohastyles-x · 3 months

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Part 2

A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Part 1 | Masterlist |

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Chap 2 is here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 2.5k - a little shorter but i wanted to get it out sooner

Sleep did not come easy, as the events of the night flashed in your mind, one after another, leaving you tossing and turning in bed. There was clearly no way you could fall asleep after what happened, and the murky fate that now lay just on the premise of your thoughts… you came into contact with the god of death.

He was just a myth, a scary story told to kids to easily spook them. Horror novels and movies were born out of the lore surrounding him and his favored mask that adorned his face during his kills. He was just a halloween decoration, an adjacent theme to a favored holiday… he couldn’t possibly be real, could he?

Your question was answered after sleep finally eluded you into a chaotic induced nightmare. Awaking with a startled scream, you sat upright, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. You had been back in the alley, the pale face of the poor blonde illuminated through the smoke by the flickering streetlight above. Golden strings of what looked like cosmic stardust had begun swirling around you, their origins coming from the dark figure who stood at the end of the alley. They had wrapped themselves around your wrists, your arms, your body until the suffocating feeling they brought with them awoke you from your sleep.

“What is it?!” Celia screamed, as she burst into your room, a frying pan in her hands, ready to attack. She looked around, attempting to locate the danger.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just a bad dream,” you said in between breaths. Celia lowered the frying pan, concern flickering across her features as she watched you closely.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“I think so-,” you began to answer, but were quickly silenced by a burning sensation twisting around your wrist.

“Shit!” You cried out, fumbling to turn on the lamp. Celia rushed over to help, white you held your wrist closely. Once light illuminated the room, you pulled your wrist out to examine the burn mark.

Only it wasn’t a burn mark. A golden mark had been etched into your skin, a delicate white pattern tracing through the gold in waves. The mark flickered in the light, making it almost like a bracelet permanently clasped around your wrists.

“What the hell is that?” You asked, panic rising through you as you stared at the mark. You had seen this golden pattern before… in your dream, and on the night of the murder. Whatever this was, had to belong to the god of death… but what did it mean?

“Hold on…,” Celia responded, already heading to the door. She raced back to the kitchen island where she left the book the two of you were reading the night before, researching the god.

“Let me see if this has any information,” she flipped through the pages. You sat closely, watching as she skimmed the foreign words on the page. Your wrist had stopped hurting, but just knowing the mark existed made your skin crawl. Whatever it meant was clearly not good… you’ve seen the movies!

“I’m not seeing anything in here that mentions a mark… usually his victims are unsuspecting that he's on the hunt, unaware they’ve even come into contact with him… apparently it makes it more, well I don’t know how to translate this word but I would assume it means appealing.” Celia concluded.

“Damn it.”

“I know,” Celia muttered under her breath. She began to mention a few people you could ask, as they were more knowledgeable than her on the god of death, but you weren’t listening. No, your mind was racing for other solutions.

“Does the book say anything at all about how to summon him?” You interrupted Celia, who now stared at you like you had 5 heads.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly?”

“I think if we could summon him, we could ask him? Find out more about this mark?”

“Are you nuts?! You want to try and summon the god of DEATH… who will surely kill you once he sees you by the way, to ask why he marked you? Hello?” Celia yelled, flustered with your own remark. You hadn’t thought that fully through, you’ll admit that.

“Okay maybe not him, but what about the other gods who knew him? The eternals? Could we summon one of them and ask?”

“Yeah I don’t think that's how it works… you don’t just summon a god, y/n…” Celia chuckled. There was a barrier between them and the humans. While many humans worshiped the old gods, no one ever actually heard from them. And they definitely didn’t summon them.

“Ugh, you’re right, I know you’re right… I just… I don’t know what else to do!” You let yourself fall back onto the pillows of your bed and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Give me today, I’ll talk to my group at school and see if we can think of anything that this may be connected to. Just go to work and try and live like you don’t have a potential mark of death around your wrist,” Celia responded, patting your leg comfortingly. You sighed, knowing she was right. There was nothing much you could do but just pretend like everything was normal.

You could do that…

A few hours later you were making your way down the stairs heading to work. Unfortunately for you, there was only one way to the restaurant, which was right past the alleyway from the night before. You could walk another 35 minutes out of your way to walk around the entire square to the otherside, but it was too hot for that.

The early morning sun was surprisingly warm against your skin. Humidity hung in the air like a wet blanket, making you squirm as you walked down the street. Yeah, there was no way you could walk that long in this heat, and you were grateful for the prescription strength deodorant that you doused yourself in this morning.

As you approached the alleyway, the yellow caution tape caught your attention as a slight breeze ruffled it. It covered the entire alley entrance in a big X, though one could still slip through the tape if they really wanted.

And for some reason, that's exactly what your brain told you to do. Carefully, you moved in between the tape, trying not to lose your balance and send the tape ripping off the walls of the alley. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to do this, but some innate sense deep inside of you pulled you in.

The stench of the alley was strong, from the trash building in the dumpsters, to the blood that still stained the concrete- a crime scene crew had yet to clean it up. Trying not to throw up, you slowly walked deeper into the alley.

A tingling sensation caressed your wrist, pulling you out of your thoughts. It was a soft tingle, like a breeze had blown through, meeting your skin. You inhaled as the tingling moved up your arm to your shoulder, and then back down your back, stopping halfway. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt something press up against your spine. The metallic smell was back, lingering in your nose.

Whirling around, you were met with nothing but the empty alley opening up to the street. A group of teenagers had stopped to peer through the tape, trying to see what they could spot. Panting, you stood still, hoping they didn’t see you, and that whatever was just touching you was gone. Or just in your head- that would be fine too.

Once the teenagers had satisfied their need to see the grotesque site, you made your way back out of the alley. Whatever just happened had to be connected to the god you had run into the night before- you were sure of it as the golden band around your wrist itched- but you didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway.

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.

“Y/n! There you are,” your boss, Alex, greeted you as you walked in the doors of the kitchen. Alex was a force of nature that’s for sure. They were probably the kindest person you had ever met, and yet had such a stoic nature about them, that no one took advantage of them. It was something you secretly envied.

“Hey Alex. How was opening this morning?” Your shift started a couple of hours after opening, so you wanted to gauge how the day started, as it was usually telling how the rest of the day would go into the night.

“It was pretty slow, you know with the murder and everything,” Alex whispered. You nodded. He had no idea just how much you knew. “I suspect the rest of the day will be just as slow. Sooo, you know what that means! It’s a perfect day to train!”

You groaned. Alex knew how much you hated training, but they couldn’t deny you were the best.

“This is, I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” Alex turned to the man standing behind him. You hadn’t noticed him at all, as he was half in the shadows. He took a step further, the light overhead shining on him like a spotlight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen, contrastingly sharply against his dark pupils. He was very handsome, his chin chiseled at just the right angles, his 5 o’clock shadow highlighting his jawline. Something about him sent alarm bells in your head, yet also made you want to fall to your knees before him. He just seemed so… familiar.

“Kieran,” he responded, smirking slightly. His voice was deep, a thick irish accent coming through. It wasn’t rare to hear someone with an accent from across the seas over in this part of town, but something about him just sent a chill down your spine. Not to mention, your golden bracelet seemed to have warmed against your skin in his presence.

“Right, silly me. Anyways, this is Kieran. He will be serving, so I want you to train him today. Really go over the menu and our practices…” Alex continued but you stopped listening. You couldn’t break the stare you and Kieran were entranced in, his smirk only growing by the second. It was as if he knew the effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it silently before you.

‘Hello? y/n?” Alex waved a hand in front of your face.

“Right… train him, I got it.” You said, breaking eye contact and turning toward Alex. They offered you a small smile and a wink, before turning to Kieran.

“You’re in good hands. Y/n is the best!”

The two shared a small exchange before Alex left you alone with the man. Kieran turned to you, the smirk returning. It annoyed you, how cocky he already was without having to utter a single word to you.

“So, have you ever worked in a restaurant before?” You asked, grabbing a menu from the server station next to you.

“No,” his response was short and curt. This only annoyed you even more. You beckoned him to follow you, rolling your eyes as hard as you could when your back was to him. A low chuckle came from behind you, almost as if he knew of your secret act.

You settled into a booth next to the kitchen, allowing him to slide in across from you.

“Okay, so first things first, you have to know the menu. The rest will be so much easier if you know what we offer. We’re a higher end restaurant, so we offer a lot of ‘fine dining’ dishes. Lots of pastas, seafood, steaks, and all of that.” You began to explain. The golden band around your wrist buzzed with energy as you talked. It was hard to focus on what you were saying, as the buzz intensified.

Kieran sat before you looking over the menu, memorizing what dishes you guys’ offered. As he did, you pulled your phone out to see a missed text from Celia.

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later?

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded.

Sure. McCrakens?

The Irish pub was your go to for drinks with Celia, and its atmosphere felt perfect for the conversation the two of you had to have. The pub was almost always packed out and so loud, you could barely hear your own self, let alone eavesdrop on anyone.

Celia shot back a ‘yes 10:00 pm’ and you locked your phone, turning your attention back to Kieran.

“Seems simple enough.” Kieran said, letting the menu fall onto the table. You nodded. There was no one else in the restaurant right now, so it was a little hard to begin any other parts of training him.

“Where’d ya get that?” He asked, his deep voice interrupting your thoughts. He was nodding to your wrist. You looked to see what he was referring to, and realized the band of gold was on full display.

“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for a response as you tugged the bracelet back down over your wrist that you had covering it. His eyes peered quizzically at you, his signature smirk gone. He was as serious as could be, which made you look at him puzzled.

“It was just a dumb thing I did at a tattoo shop,” you lied. He gave you a look that screamed that he read right through you.

“I didn’t know they made gold ink,” he responded. You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could think of that would make sense. Instead, you decided to tell him the truth… well the half truth.

“Alright, fine. I really don’t know. I just woke up with it this morning. My friend and I are trying to research to figure out what it means, but so far we’ve turned up nothing.”

He stared at you intently, studying your wrist. You squirmed under his intense gaze. It was almost as if he was burning through the bracelet, the buzzing even more noticeable than before.

“I think I may know something. Although, it’s a bit of a legend.”

“That’s kind of the conclusion we’ve come to as well, that whatever this is has to be sort of supernatural like that.”

You bit your lip as you tried to hold back what was about to come tumbling out of your mouth next. There was no way you could invite this man out to the pub tonight… not without him finding out you came into contact with a god. You couldn’t just go around telling anyone that sort of information. Not today. Especially not after last night's murder has been blasted all over the news, already blaming the gods.

“I’d love too,” he said suddenly, making you jump slightly as you were pulled from your thoughts. You blinked, trying to figure out what you just asked him.

“What?”

“You invited me out tonight, with you and your friend.” He looked stumped.

“No… I didn’t? Did I?” You were starting to question everything in your head just now… did you somehow let it tumble out of your mouth without realizing?

“You did… are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, your throat suddenly too dry to talk.

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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longing4d3cay · 2 months

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only mine || Druig

human!Druig x fem!reader

summary: Druig was never the best boyfriend, leaving you to feel indifferent to the idea of staying with him. When you've finally had enough and try and leave your toxic relationship, Druig will do anything to make you stay.

trigger warning: angst, slightly manipulative Druig, cheating, smut, penetration, oral (f receiving), toxic relationship, praise, alcohol consumption.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: I hope you enjoy, just a lil one-shot for an idea I had. Sorry if grammar is not perfect I wrote this quickly. interact for more fics :)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

A tear ran down your cheek as you watched your boyfriend rest his hand on the small of the anonymous woman's back. The lights of the club lit up around you, but you didn't feel bright at all. Your heart was breaking as the sight unfolded in front of you.

This wasn't a new sight to behold, neither was the sting. You and Druig had been together since high school, now in your second year of college, it's felt like forever. When you two had first met, it was like you were floating. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world. Everyone wanted to either fuck him or be him, except for you. That's what you believe drew him to you.

Druig was always known as a partier and a charmer. All of those traits grew with time, only making it harder. It started with subtle flirting with girls in the high school halls, growing to grabs and winks at parties when he got too drunk. Not only was he a flirty drunk, but a bit of a hot head as well. You knew Druig would never lay a hand on you, but his venom laced barks he called words were unbearable.

"God Y/N, it's seriously not that big of a deal. I was jus' talking to her!" Like you totally didn't see his hand brush her ass.

"Would you quit looming over me! I'm not even that drunk, you're bein' way too much right now! God you're so annoying." If you hadn't been there he would have fallen and cracked his head.

You on the other hand always tried to do your best by Druig. You loved him so much, you forgave and over-looked so many things for him. Not everything was so bad after all, he was your first kiss, first lover, even your first date and he meant everything to you.

So here you were as usual, standing off to the side of this club watching your boyfriend who comes over every 30 minutes to kiss you on the cheek. You didn't even know why tears still spilled when you'd see it.

Your eyes finally trailed off from the pair, giving you a moment to breathe, knowing that if you went over there he'd just holler, he was hammered.

When your eyes reluctantly returned, your face went beat red, the tears now pouring out in pairs. He was kissing her, on the lips, nearly falling over her, grabbing at any flesh he could. Your legs practically carried you out of the door of the club, thumping against your lovers shoulder as you left.

"Y/N... Y/N wait!" Was all you heard over the music as Druig whipped around, discarding the woman he was playing with. He knew it was you from the smell of the perfume he loved so much and the soft sob that left your lips.

Any plea or apology that came out of his mouth went in one ear and out the other. "Fuck!" His voice was booming and distressed, realizing he wasn't going to get a word.

He had followed you for a while before giving up, accepting that nothing he could shout after you would make you budge. The tears continued to burn her now raw cheeks as the approached the street her apartment was on. Pain was the only thing you felt as defeat and heartbreak over came you. That was the last straw and even though it would hurt, no body deserves to be treated like this.

Some time passed, allowing you to calm down and gather your thoughts that still felt so jumbled. It didn't take long before the dreaded knock came thundering on your door. "Baby... babe please... Baby, i'm begging you, open the door, just talk to me please." You knew it was him before he even spoke. With every word he said your heart tugged some more. Words could not form on your tongue and the palms of your hands began to sweat. "Y/N!" he boomed out in sobs, continuing to abuse your apartment door. "I can't take this darlin', don't you leave me!"

The same sobs and words he always spoke, almost like he didn't actually think you'd do it. Annoyance began to stir inside of you, setting aside your sadness. With a huff, you stood up towards the door.

As the door flew open, you were met with a very disheveled Druig, still tispy but much more coherent. Your mouth hung open to speak but all that came out was a choked out sob. "My love..." His voice came out soft, almost pathetically.

"No Druig!" Your voice cut him off before anything else could be said. "You can't take this? I can't take this!" Your voice broke through hard sobs, fists balling to your sides. Your eyes fell to the floor below you, "I... I won't do this anymore Dru..." Your eyes now lifting and meeting his concerned gaze. "I just can't be with you anymore..."

The words sat in the atmosphere for a moment, vibrating off the walls of the tension.

All you wanted to do was shut the door in his face and hide, afraid that you'd fold to the man you love at any minute. Eye contact was avoided as your hand came to shut the door.

The sound boomed as his hand caught the wooden door, quick steps making their way behind you. Your feet couldn't have moved faster as you reached for the door knob of your bedroom. "Y/N.. baby... no" he spoke sternly yet softly as his hand grasped for yours, a little less softly.

You attempted to pull away, weak from the mental breakdown you felt like having. "hey..." he trailed off, now pulling you forward in a more gentle nature, towards him. "Don't say that.. don't-don't do that my love you're mine."

His voice had a tension to it but he continued to speak with laces of honey. "Say somethin'.." Your chest was now flush to his, his hand moving up to rub your wrist, up to your arm.

"Dru...I can't...I-" Another sob broke your words in two. The tears flew down your face, cheeks red and lips puffy. The grasp he had on your arm released, moving around your hips. He held you close, burying his face in your hair like it was the last time he'd feel it on his cheeks. Your arms wrapped around him in return, wanting comfort from the one you love even if it was his fault your eyes poured.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry..." Soft kisses left his lips, planting themselves on your head. "I'll change, all for you, you're everythin' to me. She was nothin', absolutely nothin'..." His head hooked down, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down

You never understood why but the manipulation of your feelings came so easily to Druig. He always knew how to touch you and what to say to calm your nerves even when they were towards him. Your breathe evened, fully beginning to submit to the man before you, like you had done so many times.

His hands now trailed up and down the small of your back, gripping slightly at the tops of your hips. "You have to be mine, I don't want anyone else touchin' my girl.." His tone darkened, staying at your ear. His breathe fanned gently against your neck, making your knees weak and stomach bunch. His fingers tugged and felt at the end of the tight shirt you wore. You wore all black, just for him, knowing he loved it.

"Did you wear my favorite shirt just for me darlin'?" A small chuckle left his lips making goose bumps appear on the nape of your neck. His face now moved to press his forehead against yours, your heartbeat and breathe now quickening due to your arousal and nerves. "Yes..." It came as barley a whisper, still feeling the desire to please your man.

His teeth bit softly at his lip, a small smirk apparent. "Good." His voice stern yet sweet, eyes now locked with yours. His hands made it's way to cup your face in hand, gently rubbing at the tear stains on your cheeks. "No need to cry beautiful... I'll always be all yours." The words themselves almost threatened to make tears bud as you became completely immersed in Druig once again.

His lips fell onto yours gently at first, passion growing by the second. "And you will always be mine. Have you seen the way men look at you gorgeous? They can't have you." A small whine left your lips as he broke the kiss, pushing your bedroom door open. He backed you up slowly and softly towards your bed as another deep kiss filled your senses.

You took a soft fall to the bed as he pushed you towards it, now looming over you as if you were some kind of prey. "Oh darlin', your not leaving me, I haven't had my way with you yet." A comfortable burn and tingle entered your core at his words. His arms come up to pull the leather jacket he was wearing to be discarded on the floor. His shirt was tight against his body, showing every inch of him that you loved.

"Dru..." Your voice just above a whisper, coming out as a breathless moan. His shirt came off next, to join his jacket. Your eyes scanned his torso, making you bite the inside of your lip. "Sit up." His voice coming out demanding. As you sat up he dropped to his knees in front of you, never breaking eye contact. He licked his lips before running his hands up your thighs and up to the hem of your shirt.

You watched him closely as you followed his silent direction to pull off the shirt, even if it was his favorite. His hands moved up your now exposed sides as he leaned up and in closer to your chest, giving each breast a soft kiss. Your eyes felt trained to stay on his, his hands running now up your back, skillfully unclasping your bra.

With the last layer from your torso gone, his hands moved up to kneed at your mounds before taking a bud in between his lips and giving it a teasing suckle. A breathe escaped your lungs faster than you were prepared for as your eyes fluttered. He didn't forget to give the other bud attention, leaving marks on his way, before dipping back down where you wanted him most.

He started to grow impatient, pulling your shorts and panties off in one go. Suddenly his patience returned, parting your legs slightly, nipping at the most sensitive part of your thigh. You jolted, him pulling you farther into his face, now inches away from your core.

"Is this what you want?" He said, almost chuckling at your desperation, your hips rocking, gradually trying to reach his lips. He hummed, leaving a quick stripe of his tongue against your folds, making you shutter and whine. He decided you deserve good girl treatment and pressed his face against your pussy that he knew all too well, smiling against your clit. Gasps left your mouth as he began to work at your favorite spot, his hands running up and down the tops of your thighs.

Druig loved seeing you like this, all fucked out and anxious to have something, anything. One of his hands dipped in between your now wet folds from his spit and your arousal, teasing your entrance. "Please... I'll be good." The most clear thing he's heard you say all night. He chuckled against your clit, doing you the honor of entering a finger in you. You continued to beg, moaning at the new feeling. You knew the more you begged the more he liked it and the more he gave you.

Your body began to shake and the knot in your stomach started to unfold as you gripped the base of his brown locks. Your body fell back into the bed making him groan and stop all motion. A whine left your lips, feeling overstimulated from the denial of your orgasm. Your mouth opened but nothing but sounds could escape.

"I like to watch you fall apart." He said lustfully but sternly. He gave your now puffy clit a few hard taps before pulling your torso back up, now looking into your eyes. "You keep your eyes open and look at me, understood?" You nodded quickly begging for release. That didn't seem to be enough, his face still cold staring you down. "Yes! Yes, I understand." This made his expression change to delight, his head dipping back down and finally giving you what you needed.

His name fell from your lips as his fingers worked perfectly, re-building your orgasm quickly. Druig grinned, listening to his name being chanted like a prayer as your walls squeezed and convulsed around his digits. Keeping your promise you held onto his arms to hold you up, never breaking eye contact.

Once he helped ride out your orgasm, he leaned up, placing his lips on yours making you taste yourself. Moans fell into his mouth from yours as he pushed you back down gently onto the bed, now biting at your neck.

Watching you fall apart made him eager to make you fall apart again. He made quick work of his pants and boxers, tossing them aside before coming back down to your level. He brought you into a passionate kiss, running his hands against the slick of your wet folds, collecting some and pumping his cock with it. "I love you, I love you" He chanted a few times in her ear, running his length in between your folds. Pleas and whines left your lips as you felt the familiar feeling of him sinking into you. Your head fell back, a soft groan leaving Druig's lips as he bottomed out inside of you.

He began to rut in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping together increased as his speed did. He kept it hard but passionate, claiming but also loving you. Your bodies close, sticking together from sweat as desperate sounds left both your lips. "No body feels as good as you do." He groaned out, lips brushing each other, foreheads touching. His arms captured you close, legs and arms wrapped around him, hands exploring his broad shoulders. Your bodies moved together like they belonged, hitting every spot inside of you.

You felt his movements becoming more erratic, knowing he was close. Your own release crawling it's way down your body. You couldn't even find the words before you started to have your second orgasm. Usually degrading names and dirty words would escape Druig as you came but his lips captured yours, moaning your name into your mouth as he came inside of you.

He rode out both of your orgasms as he muttered pussy drunk words to you breathlessly. Instead of falling next to you, he pulled you close now soft inside of you, wanting to be as close as possible. He made a soft hum against your neck, peppering small kisses. He reluctantly moved away to look into your eyes, adoring your scent. His voice loving but stern he spoke:

"You're only for me to have. Do you understand me my dove?"

"yes Druig."

"I love you darlin'"

"I love you too."

the end.

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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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The Great War

Relationship: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Angst, canon divergence Summary: Druig had to watch you piece yourself back together after the Eternals split — and fears of facing tragedy once again rise when the Eternals end up at his doorstep. He’s determined to put you first this time, but nothing is ever that cut and dry, and you prove that. A/N: sooooooo I forgot about this one shot... Um, I believe I wrote it almost a year ago and it just sat on my computer so after some re-reading and editing, I think it’s okay to share! I hope you enjoy.

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He watched you from a far as you gave the children a tour of the garden. He knew it was your pride and joy and your face did nothing to hide the light that shined within you when one of the kids asked a question.

You could command the crops however you pleased, and your brain was packed with facts about every single thing that grew. You could go on and on for hours—Druig could personally vouch for that. Recently, you’ve been experimenting with hybrid crops, trying to find a new species to perfect, and you kept Druig very much in the loop about your progress every night before bed.

But he didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d listen to you talk about anything so long as that look of blissful happiness was plastered on your face.

Druig wandered a little closer to the garden, not close enough to draw attention, just enough to eavesdrop on your tour. He tried to look busy like he was inspecting a row of corn, but really you had his attention. Then again, he couldn’t think of many times when you didn’t crowd his mind.

"…and here we have some cabbage," you explained. The kids following you oohed delightfully.

Ah, yes. The cabbage. Druig chuckled to himself. A vegetable that has little business growing out here, let alone this time of year. But that was just the beauty of your powers. You could make pretty much anything sprout in nearly any environment.

It had taken some convincing for you to really use your powers. You had been so concerned with if growing certain things and aiding the villagers would go against the mission. But Druig had kindly reminded you that you two were away from it all. You were helping this civilization thrive—any means necessary.

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

Druig watched as you moved the young tour group to a vacant section of the garden.

"Here is where I hope we can start growing carrots soon," you said, motioning towards the freshly plowed land.

"Carrots?" One of the children said, her voice shakily repeating the word. "What are carrots?"

Druig smirked at the flood-gate the child had unknowingly opened. You wasted no time dishing out your detailed lecture on carrots.

You were just getting into a spiel about beta-carotene when a shiver went up Druig’s spine. Something was off, and he noticed it immediately. The village had been disturbed, penetrated by an unknown. He took a quick glance back at you to make sure you were alright. When Druig saw you were still drawing on about carrots, he let out a sigh of relief and left the garden in search of what had caused such a powerful imbalance on his land.

But his hunt hadn’t been a hunt at all. The problem made itself known immediately.

They were bold, he had to give them that.

***

The young student gave you one last hug before she ran back to her parents. You had made her home your last stop as you went about dropping the students off after the tour. She was a talkative one full of complex but beautiful questions and you absolutely adored that. You wanted them to be curious, to ask as many questions as they could think of. You’d answer them all as you had for their parents when they were young. And their grandparents. And so on.

You pulled your shawl tighter around you as you made your way through the village, looking for Druig. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed him observing your tour but you must certainly had. He was hard to miss and after all these years still managed to drive you a bit wild, even when standing there doing nothing.

You scanned the various groups of villagers but couldn’t seem to find your lover among them. You frowned and stopped at a congregating group of women. They were weaving baskets.

"Has Druig been around?" You asked in their native tongue. The women looked surprised at your question.

"He’s at the Center talking to our visitor," one woman kindly explained before turning back to her work.

You frowned. Visitors? What visitors? You didn’t see casual visitors this deep inland.

You thanked the women for their time and made your way to the Center. It was a nice communal space that held a variety of events, from meetings to religious services. It wasn’t too uncommon for Druig to be held up in there during the day, but the mention of visitors drew a lot of confusion for you. Why would he invite someone in?

Druig was very cautious about outside forces, to the point you got slightly annoyed about it. You’d only been out of the village a handful of times and were always met with Druig’s intense resistance. He was incredibly protective of you, sometimes bordering the edge of controlling—but you understood why. He loved you deeply and had promised to never let anything—or anyone—hurt you again. So far, he had kept his promise. But a sense of unusual nervousness filled you as you approached the Center.

You really didn’t know what you expected to find when you pulled open the door to the Center. Part of you thought you’d find Druig working on something. Another part of you thought he’d be having a meeting with these mystery visitors.

What you hadn’t prepared for was to come face-to-face with some old…pals.

The group of Eternals turned to face you the second you opened the door. Like you, it didn’t take them long to realize who they were coming in contact with. They bore mixed expressions, surprise and relief being the most evident. Well, except for Druig. He sulked off to the side, looking displeased when his eyes landed on you, but the others paid little attention to him.

Once the shock wore off, they mostly all greeted you joyously. You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your face as you soaked in this unexpected but welcomed reunion.

You didn’t think you’d ever see any of them again after the fateful night. The Split had been especially excruciating for you. The life and people you’d known, the routine and security, all vanished. You were a bit lost for a while until Druig had offered you a hand.

However, that malice and fear weren’t at the forefront of your mind right now. All you could focus on was your fellow Eternals coming together again, sharing a moment under one roof. It truly had been so, so long.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked after giving a share of hugs and happy exclamations.

Sersi, naturally, was the quickest to step up to the plate to answer your question. The light in her eyes faltered as she opened her mouth to speak, but Druig didn’t waste a second before cutting her off.

"Nothing," Druig spat. He stepped in front of you, nearly blocking your view of the others. Your brows furrowed at his commanding tone, but he didn’t give you time to retaliate. "We had some matter to discuss briefly, nothing special. They were just on their way out, actually. Why don’t you help the villagers prepare for dinner, dear."

"Dear?" It was Ikaris who spoke up now, unable to hide his surprise at the pet name that rolled off Druig’s lips naturally. But while it was Ikaris who said something, a look of surprise flashed on everyone’s face.

Druig ignored him, his focus solely on you. "Please, love."

You know you should’ve listened to your lover and usually, you do, but, in the moment, you couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on, even though you found comfort in the village. You knew this wasn’t nothing. Stuff like this didn’t happen. You knew these fellow beings too well. The reunion happening here wasn’t for shits and giggles. And they certainly weren’t here to just check up on you and Druig. No one did that.

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

Druig shook his head. "She’s been through enough thanks to all of you, thanks to all of us. The last thing she needs is to be put in serious danger."

Ikaris scoffed. "How about you let her speak for herself."

Druig shot the other man a glare you hadn’t seen in centuries. In fact, you hadn’t seen Druig this upset since the day you two had reunited.

"I haven’t seen you all in ages," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "I certainly am curious to know what brings you out here." You gave Druig an apologetic look but he didn’t refute. His features even seemed to get softer at your patient words.

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn’t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

You soaked in every word, completely stunned and alarmed by the news she had to share. When she explained they needed your and Druig’s help, you tensed. You could now understand why your lover had been so reluctant.

Unfortunately, Druig was also right in the fact that you didn’t need this, didn’t want this disturbance. You had created something beautiful and familiar here and your immediate desire was to go down with this ship.

So much was at stake on both fronts, and the surprise of it all wasn’t something you wanted to wrap your head around right now. Losing this? The land? The people? Everyone? Your hands shook as you spoke.

"I…I am sorry, Sersi, but I don’t see how I can be of any help," you said as gently as you could manage. "I think I may be better off here."

"Please, we need all—,"

"What have you done to her?" Ikaris asked Druig, cutting off Sersi and making everyone in the room jump. "What are you controlling her or something?"

Druig let out a wicked laugh. "Does she look like she’s being controlled, Ikaris? Frankly, I am insulted you would even think I’d treat her that way."

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

Druig marched towards Ikaris, leaving little room between them. His voice was bitter and hot as he spoke. "I am when it comes to the one I love. How dare you accuse me of that." Druig paused as he and Ikaris stared at one another as if challenging each other to say another word. When Ikaris didn’t reply, Druig took half a step back and turned to the group. "I think you all have overstayed your welcome, don’t you agree?" He looked around expectantly, but no one moved.

Cautiously, you broke the heavy silence. "This has truly been a lot for one afternoon. Maybe we should take some time to think. We can regroup later."

After an unsettling moment of everyone watching Druig like he was a ticking bomb, he agreed with your proposal. The others were quick to follow suit and, not surprisingly, looked relieved to have a moment out of the stuffy Center.

You happily showed the group where you gathered for meals, hoping they’d at least want a snack after trekking all the way out here. You enjoyed your dinner among the people and your friends and tried your best to refrain from bragging about the vegetables in the stew that came from your garden. You failed at that, but everyone seemed impressed with your crops. Druig held your hand through the entire meal, successfully but bitterly avoiding the questioning looks of the other Eternals. It had not been missed by you that you two were yet to explain your dynamic and how it came to be. Sure, a little flirting had occurred prior to The Split, but declarations of love must’ve been a confusing step.

But it was good. The moment was good and the evening was ultimately enjoyable. The villagers loved conversing with the guests. They were so welcoming and curious. The food was lovely. The company was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. Was this all truly in jeopardy? How could it come to this? You didn’t like having your heart heavy with this.

Couple of hours later, after you finished assisting with the cleanup, you found yourself sitting under a tree, away from the bustling village, snacking on some berries. You weren’t alone for long, though, as you saw Sersi make her way through the dense trees.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she took a seat next to you on the ground.

"Okay," you said noncommittally. You held out your hand, presenting a few berries. "Would you taste these? I can’t decide if they need to be sweeter."

Sersi chuckled. "Is this a ploy to poison me?"

You shivered. "I haven’t dealt in that in centuries."

One area of your powers you had always held back on was the way that, while you could grow the most delicious crops, you could also grow the most deadly. But there was no need to unleash that anymore. It did little to help the village.

"Alright," Sersi said with a shrug and took the berries. "But if they find my body out here, they’ll probably look at you first."

You nodded. "That’s fair."

Sersi tossed the berries in her mouth. She hmm’d. "So," she began, "you and Druig?"

"Yes," you replied to her question that wasn’t a question. Part of you hoped that would be that but Sersi’s unwavering stare made it clear she wasn’t walking away without the whole story. This came as no surprise.

You took a deep breath and began. "After Ajak sent us off I was…lost. So very lost. Everyone else just made their decisions and went on. I—I didn’t know where to go, where to begin. I had known one way, one goal, for as long as I could remember and now everything was upside down. Everyone went their own way. I felt left behind." You paused to take a deep breath. You hadn’t spoken of such things with anyone but Druig, but, then again, no one had been around to hear it. To ask.

"It took a couple of years, but I eventually came upon Druig," you continued. "He admitted he had tried looking for me but I was the only one off his radar. He then apologized for storming away. I shared my feelings on the situation—on The Split—and the villagers welcomed me. I’ve rarely left since. Over time, our usual flirting and banter grew. He’s just… He’s just it for me. He’s so kind and caring. He’s taken care of me in so many ways and I truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Up until today, I believed in fate. But maybe this was all just part of the plan. I could do without the pain and feeling…deserted but, in the end, this love has been good to me."

Sersi was silent as you spoke. She grew still beside you. Your spite had mostly subsided, but you still felt it was important to share, especially if dooms day was upon you. And while you had, for the most part, moved on and adapted, you knew Druig still held a bit of a grudge. Not to mention the anger he felt towards himself for leaving you, but over the years, you tried your best to ease his shame.

"Well, I—I didn’t— We, we didn’t…" You watched Sersi scramble to find the right words but her lack of reasoning wasn’t a bad thing. There was nothing to say.

"It’s okay," you assured her. "I’ve moved on. I’ve even made peace with all of it, I think." You looked back down at your basket of berries. "But there is someone who hasn’t quite come around to the idea of forgive and forget."

Sersi nodded. "Druig never quite seemed like the one to entertain such ideas."

"Please excuse his animosity towards the situation." You paused. "About earlier…"

"We do need you, truly," Sersi said. "I understand it’s frightening and you’re welcome to despise us but think about this place." She looked up at the trees and moonlight surrounding you two. "Everything’s so wonderful. The people, the place, the home you two have built. Don’t you at least want a shot to fight for it?"

You looked at the landscape around you. At the trees. The berries. The homes off in the distance. You hear the chatter of the villagers. The blow of the wind. The hum of the nighttime creatures. You closed your eyes, recounting the dinner, how nice it had felt to have so many of your friends together again. You wanted that all over again. You wanted this home you built.

"I think I was overwhelmed by all this…news," you explained. "And at first, I didn’t want anything to do with…anything. If the world was ending, I wanted to be here, in my home, but now… I don’t believe I can sit idly and let this place, these people, vanish." You opened your eyes. "More importantly, I can’t let my friends, my family, down."

Sersi took a moment and pattered your hand. "I’m relieved to hear that. You’re important, you’re valued. We can’t do it without you."

You shared a shy smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re happy about my decision. Lord knows how Druig is going to react."

"He’s shocked," a voice said from among the forest. You and Sersi whipped your heads around to find Druig walking out from behind a group of trees.

"I’ve never known you to eavesdrop so much, honey," you said, trying to keep the situation casual, but you were practically shaking.

Druig approached you two slowly. "Forgive me, my lady. I had only come to suggest we retire for the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to find you…conspiring," He shot a look at Sersi, who held her head high.

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

Sersi turned back to you. "I think you two should talk."

You hesitated but eventually agreed. Sersi avoided Druigs heated gaze as she left, heading back to the village. Druig took Sersi’s former spot next to you under the tree.

"You truly want to do this?" Druig asked softly, a stark contrast from his previous demeanor. "After everything, you want to help? You think we have a chance?"

"We have to try," you said. "For this. For us."

Druig took your hands in his. You turned to face him finding him very close. Your foreheads were practically touching. He stared into your eyes like you were all that existed and, for a second, it felt like that.

"I can’t bare to see you hurt again, love," he said. "And if we do this, there’s no telling what will happen after. There’s not even a guarantee we’ll make it out alive—,"

"That’s why we try," you pleaded. "And I’m aware this reunion may mean nothing. We’ll all probably go our separate ways again and that’s fine. I have a place to go back to. I have a routine and a garden and goals… But above all else, I have you. And with all that, I think I’ll be okay."

Druig searched your expression like he was expecting you to change your mind, but when nothing else left your lips, he nodded in defeat.

"If this is what you wish to do, I’ll follow you." He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek. "I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for and you always have the right to make your own decisions, do you understand that?"

"I know that, Druig. You were just being your protective self."

"That’s obvious?" He said with a humorless laugh. "I just want to see you happy, love."

"I am happy, Druig," you said, your eyes starting to well with tears—the good kind. "Happier than you’ll ever know."

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Druig - Delirium

Pairing : Druig x Reader (she/her) Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Medications. Hallucination. Angst. Let me know if I miss anything. Synopsis : He is her favourite worst nightmare, dressed as her knight in shining armour at night before fading as the sun rises. Notes : Inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. I recommend listening to it while reading. Please let me know if any part of this fic is offensive. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

There it is again. The sense of familiarity, comfort she couldn’t find elsewhere, warmth that fills her heart full like no other. It was not because of the peaceful night nor was it because of the cup of hot chocolate in her hand. It was not because of the heat from the fireside. Certainly not from the shrieking sound the fan was making. It was not from the ticking of the clock by the table. It was not from any of them.

She stares at him with heart eyes. He was resting his chin to his palm, elbow posted on the sofa. It was as if she was gazing into a mirror. He reflects the admiration, the same intensity of affection and love she tries to show him. They were smiling. Basking into the beautiful sight of each other’s lovesick expression.

But her heart was heavy. She could feel the bitter truth that is slowly seeping in. A cold raging storm with no chance of mercy, one that would pierce through her skin and leave marks she’d never be able to heal. No matter how hard her head tries to turn deaf from all the warnings in the back of her mind, she knows that this too will end soon.

“You’re kinda cute,” She comments.

The boy laughs, “Kinda?”

She only nods. She places the mug to the table, now running her hand to his hair while the other rests on top of his arm. She watches as each strand escapes her gentle grasp. The way they seem to fall into place like puzzle pieces, each contributing to the beauty of the bigger picture— him.

“I..” She whispers, her tone shaking from intense emotions “I love you.”

He smiles. The kind of smile you see on people who are deeply in love. The kind of smile you give to someone you’d lie your life on the line for. The kind of smile she could never get from anyone else, one he never showed to anyone else.

He took her hand that was running through his hair and kissed her palm. He places it to his cheek, closing his eyes as if he wanted to melt into her touch. She could sense that he wanted to stay too. To live in this moment forever. She’s seen that look on his face one too many times, hear his reluctant sigh for one too many times too. But in the end, he would always be the one strongest of them two. To be the one to get up from the sofa first.

“I love you,” He says as he stares into her eyes “I love you beyond your imagination.”

“I know.”

That apologetic look now clouds his face. The very expression she hates most to see from him. It has become her constant reminder that this was all just a dream. A recurring dream that haunts her night, daunting her days as she tries to find the underlying answers. In a minute or two now she would wake up and find herself alone in her apartment, clutching into her blankets as she tries to fill in the void in her chest with its meaningless warmth. The void where he’s supposed to fill in.

“Can’t I just stay here?” She pleaded even though she knew what his answer would be. She’s heard it a million times now “I don’t want to leave.”

The boy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulls her for a close embrace, resting her head to his chest. She could smell his perfume, feel the steady beating of his heart, and painfully hear the shuddering sigh he let go. He doesn’t want her to leave either.

“You know where to find me,” He cuddles her tighter, afraid that she would look up and see the tears welling on his eyes “I’ll always be here.”

—-

“Are you okay?”

She blinks as her friend reaches for her hand, bursting her bubble of thought. It took her a couple seconds to process her surroundings. Lord knows just how long she was out of touch. She couldn’t recall the last thing her friend was saying. Her mind was busy trying to cling onto the crumbles of last night’s dream that is slowly slipping out of her grasp, erasing the details of her blissful moment with him.

“Yeah, sorry,” She says with a tight smile “You were saying?”

Her friend sighs, eyebrows pinched on a worried expression, “Are you sure you’re alright? Is it about that dream again?”

Her shoulder tenses. She knew just how ridiculous she looked in her friend’s eyes. To be so bothered by a dream, a silly dream about a boy so perfect yet she couldn’t really recognise who. She knew that no one would understand the distress it brought her. She knew that no one would understand how happy she was in that dream, only to wake up feeling empty and hollow. She knew that no one would understand how tortured she was inside.

Back when she first had those dreams, she didn’t know how else she could find out about him but to ask around. She’d asked her friends, even her family, if they ever knew him. A boy with dark brown hair, clearest blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile. She’s tried all the possible approaches to find the least bit of information about him but it was to no avail. No one knew him. Not even a name.

“Are you taking your medications?” Her friend asks softly “Are you still going to therapy?”

Medications. Therapy. The two things that are just as pointless as her effort in finding him. None of it works. Not even after she got bigger and bigger doses than the previous. Her sleep was always peaceful yet her mind was troubled. There was no way out. No escape from this maze.

“Yeah, I do.” She nods, lying “I’m seeing my therapist again next week.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiles, looking away from her friend.

She knew that she was losing it. That the line of reality and fantasy has blurred ever since he came to her dreams. He was just a piece of her illusion. A vision of a perfect life where she shared it with him, a life where she is his and he is hers, a life where she knew his name.

You know where to find me..

—-

His hand was holding hers while the other was on the steering wheel, driving her home under the heavy rain. The night was cold but it never bothers her. Not when his warm smile and gentle strokes are here. The world could freeze to death and she would still find herself blissfully in love.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I want to feel the rain.”

He turns to her with a growing grin before parking the car to the side of the road. Her giddy squeals erupted as she opened the car door, running out and feeling the rain drops on her skin. She was soaked in no time, showered under the rain that seems to be falling even harder with each of her laughter. Her shoes are now full of water but she couldn’t care less. She was happy.

He joins her not long after, scooping her by the waist and turning her around. They were dancing under the rain to a silent song that only the two of them could listen to. The whole world was theirs. No other pair of eyes to judge, no other mouth to question if she was sane, no other disapproving look of others. Just them two and the rain.

She clings her arms to his neck. Her vision was blurry from the water drops on her lashes but her attention was fixated on him. The way water drips from the tip of his nose, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and the flush of redness on his cheeks. Beautiful would be an understatement for the sight she’s seeing right now.

“I love you!” She yells with a big smile.

“I know!” He yells back “I love you too!”

She pulls him for a kiss. A desperate, hungry one as she tries to eliminate any possible space between them. He was warm, the only source of heat in this cold night. He was her sun, her light, be it a dream or reality. She knew that she would always gravitate towards him, orbiting around him like a satellite.

The happiness he’s brought to her has always been so intoxicating. It always came like a tidal wave, washing over her with delightful electricity. Her skin burns in glory whenever they touch. Heart full and content and it was because of this pleasant hypnotic moment that she always forgot about the one thing troubling her mind— his name.

“I love you so much.” He breathes out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

—-

“Do you still have that dream?”

She looks up to her therapist with blank eyes. The question feels like a buzzing sound in her ears. She knew what he was asking, one of the template questions he always asks, and she couldn’t care less about it. Her mind is once again stuck in a loop, playing the bits of dream that slowly dissipates to thin air.

She could still feel the raindrop on her skin, the heat of his body, the way his lips taste as they kiss under the rain. She could feel the damp feeling of her socks. How her clothes were sticking to her skin uncomfortably. She could recall the way his eyes twinkle under the road light. He was beautiful. A sight she could never erase yet unable to engrave to her memory at the same time.

“No,” She lies “I don’t dream about him anymore.”

Her therapist nods, making notes to his book, “And are the medications working well for you?”

I wouldn’t know, I never take it. “Yes.”

“Good,” He says again “I’ll write you the same medications then since it’s worked best so far.”

She turns her eyes out of the window, trying to distract her mind. She could see cars passing by, people walking and the way the leaves move from the wind. Everything seems to be so normal. So dull compared to the life she lives in her dreams. Everything is amplified there, brighter and much more astonishing than her real life. If only she could live there forever.

“Can I ask something?” She says, still looking out.

“Go on.”

“How would one know when they’re going mad?”

Her therapist’s brows furrow, “Why?”

“Just a thought.” She says with a shrug, now looking back at him “What differs a mad person’s mind than a sane one? Do they have a different world in their head?”

“Is there something you wanted to tell me about?”

She bites her inner cheek. Frustrated at the questions thrown back at her. She wanted answers. She wanted to know that she wasn’t going insane. That it was normal for someone to feel lost and empty the way that she’s feeling. That it was normal for someone to crave the touch of someone she knew nothing about. That it was normal for someone to be chasing the dream that is haunting her for the worst.

“No,” She shakes her head “Like I said, just a thought.”

Her therapist nods once again, dismissing her question. She let out a sigh, unsure if she was relieved of his apathetic gesture or if she should be offended that her own therapist gave no regards about her questions. She bites on her nail. A little part of her heart was looking forward to tonight, to feel his pleasant touch and hear his delightful laughter, but she knew that one of these days she’d succumb completely to insanity.

A price she wasn’t sure is too high to pay for.

—-

She stares at his bare back with a smile. He was still sleeping, an arm placed around her waist securely. His light snoring sounds like a beautiful lullaby that would lull her to sleep. Her finger lightly traces his exposed skin, joining the dots of his moles that seem to be a beautiful constellation of its own.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She was mesmerised to say the least. Everything about him is just so enchanting. Like she was bewitched body and soul, having no power to fight his stirring charms. Never has she ever felt such intense emotions for someone, be it in dreams or reality.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Her smile widens as he starts to wake up, “Hello, you.”

“Hello, my lady,” He says lazily, still with closed eyes but with a growing grin to his face “You’re beautiful.”

“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”

“I don’t need to. I know that you are, you’re always beautiful.”

She let out a chuckle. Now inching closer to him, planting a small kiss to the tip of his nose that made his smile even wider. She studies his face, noticing all the beauty marks and features of his face. She knew that she’d stared at him one too many times already but it feels like the first time everytime. Feeling the same deep admiration and awe every time. He was the definition of perfection itself.

“Open your eyes,” She whispers “Let me see them.”

He did as he was told. They were so close now that their breath fans each other’s face, tickling each other as they rub their noses. His forehead now rests on hers. Her hand finds its way to his hair while he is pulling her body closer to him. Their legs were entangled together, locking each other in place.

“I love you,” He says.

She nods, smiling. He’s told her those three words for a millionth time now yet it still gives her the same butterflies as if it was the first time. She could never tire of hearing it. How melodious it sounds whenever he utters it, be it in a whisper or a shout. Those words will always be the anchor to her world.

“I love you,” He says again, giving a peck to her left cheek “I love you,” A peck to her right cheek “I love you,” A peck to her forehead “I love you,” A peck to her nose “I love you,” And a kiss to her lips.

Her heart nearly explodes. He is everything to her. The answer to all her questions, the angel to all her nightmares, the cure to all her torments. This boy is everything and more. She wishes that she could tell him. She wishes that she could tell him just how much he means to her. Perhaps then he would be willing to stay, to come out of her dreams and be in her life at last. But it was just too high of a price. To risk everything by cutting a straight line on their blurred lines. It was lovely to be laying here with him between comfort and chaos, and for now it was enough.

“I love you,” She whispers back “I love you beyond words.”

He was still smiling, now drawing circles on her back with his thumb. She feels safe in his embrace. Nothing could harm her now, no troubles would be in her mind if he’s here. He is her lifebuoy, her light in the end of the tunnel. Everything is perfect, just like he is.

But that glimmer in his eyes soon dims down, as does his smile. That apologetic look clouds his eyes once more and she knows that her time is running up. That this comfort is once again taken away from her grasp too soon.

“Please,” She begs, closing her eyes “A little longer.”

Tears were starting to form. She knew that she could only take so much of this beating. That her heart was growing weary, mind aching from all the torture. It is only a matter of time now before she completely goes mental and the only thing she fears of that outcome is if he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“We have to go.” He says softly, voice creaking from the reluctance.

She opens her eyes, staring into him that is now fighting to not let the tears fall too.

“I love you,” He whispers “You know that, don’t you?”

She nods with a weak smile.

He kisses her once more. She could feel the heartbreak in his lips. How the bitterness seemed to be poisoning them yet they couldn’t stop sucking it in. They need this, no matter how broken they would be in the end. They would do it a thousand times more even if they have to glue the shattered pieces of themselves with their bare hands.

Now he was driving her on a route that felt familiar but she couldn’t recognise still. She knew that he was taking the long way home, trying to stall time as much as he could. One of his hands is interlocking hers, giving it squeezes of assurance every now and then yet it seemed to be losing its touch tonight. The troubles in her heart seem to amplify the moment she peels herself off of the bedsheets. Tonight wouldn’t end as their previous nights, she could feel it.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I just—” She pauses, losing her words “Please, stop the car.”

It feels like a bitter déjà vu. The car stopped on the side of the road, light illuminating them from outside, but the comfort couldn’t be further away. Before, it was filled with warmth, golden, like gazing into the first light of the sun in the morning, but now it feels distant, like a dark cloud is slowly pooling above their heads, ready to strike them with thunder.

She looks down to their hands. He was still holding her. His eyes glued on her, she could feel it without looking up. He must have that worried look on his face, how his brows would furrow and lips formed into a light frown. It pains her to know that she’s causing them this much turmoil.

“I love you,” She whispers with pain in her tone “But I’m fading.”

She could see his jaw tenses. Like the rug has finally been yanked off of his feet. He looked like he had anticipated this but was still unnerved nonetheless. He holds her hand a little tighter as if fearing that she would let go. He turned his position, fully facing her now with that pleading eyes but still remained quiet.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” She asks silently.

The boy bites his tongue.

It was an unfamiliar vile feeling. She’s never gone down this path, always going with the flow the dream wants to carry them that night, but tonight was different. She was slipping away. Her fortress was crumbling and though she wouldn’t mind sacrificing sanity for him, she knew that happy ending wasn’t on their stars.

“I love you,” He chokes out “So much.”

“I know, I know.”

He pulls her close, resting their foreheads together. His eyes were closed but she couldn’t find it in her to do the same, wanting to take in everything about him before she lost him completely. She would miss the way his nose would brush into hers, the way his chest vibrates every time he laughs, and the way his eyes would radiate so much love that she swears could fix her broken bones.

“It’s not real,” She whispers in defeat “You don’t exist.”

He opens his eyes, staring back at her as if he has so much to say but unable to let it escape his lips.

He cups her cheeks, cradling her gently and pulls her close, grazing her heart with every touch of their lips. His fingertips feel cold, burning her skin and tainting it with invisible marks. The salty taste of tears began to pollute their kiss as she couldn’t hold them any longer. He still kisses her slowly, gently savouring their last moment whilst silently praying that time could freeze itself and let them live here instead.

“Druig..”

It was as if he was stupefied. She opens her eyes, blinking to let the sudden call of his name sink in. His body froze, colour draining from his face. Everything suddenly makes sense. Like a wire was finally plugged in, the missing jigsaw falling into pieces. She knew everything now, understood everything but one.

He licks his lower lip, a habit she’s come to understand that he does when he is nervous. The boy, Druig, now looks away. He pulled away and created some distance between them. Now her heart was filled with anger and disappointment. As if she’s finally catching him red handed, busting him in such a crime she could never forgive him for.

“Druig,” She calls again, this time with a firmer tone “Why?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Druig says, his eyes brimming with tears “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“About what?”

He froze once more. She could see the guilt washing over him like a sticky muck. He was crying. Gone was the bright and radiant Druig, corrupted by shame and sorrow he couldn’t conceal from her. He was broken. Perhaps much more shattered than she was. The burden crushing him down was much greater than her.

Perhaps it’s true what those wise men said. With great power comes great responsibility. Great sacrifices one could never be able to pay for yet are still taken from them.

“You weren’t supposed to remember,” He croaks “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this happen for so long.”

His eyes were starting to glow. A foreign form of fear crept into her, as if she understood where it would lead them but hardly recognised it. She places her hands to his cheeks in instinct, trying to cancel whatever it is he was ready to do. She can’t lose him. Not like this.

“Druig, please,” She begs “Look at me.”

He remains still, cold as stone.

She rests her forehead on his, begging, “Darling, please, give us just a minute.”

The glow on his eyes slowly dims down, returning the blue colour of his irises. He stares at her with a pained look. Like whatever he was planning to do hurts him physically. She could see the ache he’s trying so hard to ignore. He was always the strongest one out of them two, always the one with the stronger moral compass, but it never meant that it hurt him any less.

“I have to do this,” Druig chokes out, tears staining his cheeks.

“I know, my Love, I know.” She replies “But just give us a minute, yeah? Let me remember you for the last time.”

Druig reluctantly nods. He pulls away a little, studying her features as if he couldn’t draw her from memory. He’s lived on this planet for thousands of years, met countless people, seen millions of faces but none could ever be as significant as her. No one could ever hold half the beauty she has, hold a smidge of magnetism she has. No one could ever be as much of a weakness for him like her.

She runs her fingers to his hair, combing it gently and trying to record the feeling of each strand escaping her grasp. A sorrowful smile now decorating her face. One he likes least of her but still finds it beautiful nonetheless. It was all the both of them could really hold onto in this moment, beauty.

“I love you, Druig.” She whispers, her lips tugging into a melancholy smile that would be the death of him tonight “I love you so much that I pity you.”

He closes his eyes, trying to melt into her touch.

“I might forget all of this, but you.. You have to live with it for the rest of your time.” She cries as she holds him tenderly “My poor boy.”

Druig’s tears fall even harder. His body was trembling, trying to bottle his emotions that have certainly leaked out now. He hates how she understands him so well. He hates how she understood his pain, how it feels like she could feel the torture he’s been in eversince he erased her memory the first time. He wished that he could just take all of their pain away, make him be the only one to succumb into the ironic trope of star crossed lovers they seem to be fated in.

“I never wanted this for you.” Druig sobs “I’m sorry.”

“I know, I understand.”

He lets out a pained chuckle. She was supposed to be screaming at him, punching him and hurting him from all the pain he’s brought into her life. He couldn’t decide if the deep devotion she has for him was a blessing or a curse. It hurts him either way yet he wouldn’t wish for any other outcome.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Druig calls, taking the hand that was combing his hair to his chest “Know that my heart beats for you, always.”

She nods, smiling, “I know.”

Druig lets out a shuddering sigh. He squared his shoulders, getting ready to do what has been demanded of him a long time ago. He flashes her a warm smile, the most genuine he could to try and help ease her worry. But she was never worried about herself, not about this. All she could think about is the loneliness that would engulf him once more. Navigating his way on this planet alone without her to hold his hand.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

She nods weakly, smiling.

He leans in with a smile, kissing her gently and tenderly. His thumb caresses her cheeks, trying to erase the tears that are still flowing down. He hoped that his touch would provide her the same comfort and love as the one she’s giving to him. He hoped that his strokes could distract her mind from the bitterness of they’re upcoming ending. He hoped that his kiss would be a good enough gesture to close their chapter.

And on that morning, she wakes up without a void in her heart for the very first time.

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 11 months

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Druig

🦋 comfort 🦋 make you scream 🦋 put on a show 🦋

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🦋 sun dresses 🦋 shower 🦋 little games 🦋

@buckyhoney

🦋 kyphi 🦋

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🦋 eyes on you 🦋

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🦋 non-con request 🦋

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🦋 spectral tease 🦋 seduce and maim 🦋

@inklore

🦋 soft dom 🦋 cockwarming 🦋 getting you off 🦋

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🦋 temper 🦋

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Hope for the future" - Druig x Eternal!Reader

SUMMARY: When you decide to visit Druig in his little village after nearly 500 years, he asks you to stay with him. But there's something else on his mind, too...

A/N: inspired by 'Hope for the future' - Bastille. That shit always gets a tear out of me.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

Five hundred years was, actually, quite a lot of time. Even for someone who was immortal. So much could happen! Entire generations die never knowing peace, while others are completely oblivious to the idea of war. It was enough time to change someone into a person you no longer recognize and that was possibly the scariest thought you had: after 500 years, is Druig the same man he was the last time you saw him?

To be honest, you were never planning on visiting him in his village. When he marched out of Tenochtitlan, it seemed pretty obvious that he wished to be left alone but everyone has to indulge in egoism once in a while, right? You had been bravely bearing the yearning you had for Druig but there came a moment when you started to feel physically sick because of it. So, truthfully, your visit was entirely a self-indulging endeavour: see him, quench your hopeless yearning and hopefully put up with your heartache for another five centuries. It was a little pathetic but still better than never getting to see him again.

In a way, Druig looked like a king in a castle. Although, "shepherd among his sheep" would be more accurate. He had created this undiscovered haven in an uncharted land and now he was just strolling through, beaming with pride and might. It was a beautiful paradox - the more he gave of himself to others, the more he became himself.

"My beautiful lady," he called out. There was that cocky smile he so often wore - something you found both endearing and annoying. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, you know, was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pop in, say hi."

"And here I was beginning to think you have forgotten about me."

"I don't think I can."

Without waiting any longer, you engulfed him in a longing hug. His embrace was pleasantly tight as if he, too, missed having you around. Taking a deep breath, you noticed he now smelt of rain and ground cover. His skin was warmer than you remembered but it wasn't something bad; it reminded you of safety and comfort.

"It's good to see you, Druig," you quietly said.

"Of course it is," he answered. Then, to your utmost displeasure, Druig pulled away from the longing embrace. Jungle heat felt sadly cold for a moment. "Come, I'll show you around."

Druig lost sight of you when a group of teenage girls swarmed around you in curiosity. While fighting over who gets you to give you a quetchquemitl as a welcoming gift, the giggling mob pulled you away. No matter how much he wished to follow you, he knew better - there were still things he had to see through.

Noon was already approaching when Druig found you again, this time without the nosy kids. You were sitting on the porch stairs, next to a little girl, attempting weaving. It was hard to believe you hadn't been here even for a full day.

He just stood there, admiring how you blended right in like here was where you were always meant to be. Although Druig's judgement could hardly be trusted - he was terribly biased. Little Catalina was teaching you basket weaving and from what he could tell, you were doing quite well. The crafty tutoring was accompanied by Catalina's grandparents: Santiago and Blandine, who were sharing the most notable events from the village's life. Anytime Druig saw the elderly couple, a pang of jealousy struck his heart. How beautiful would it be to grow old with someone, even figuratively? To have someone who cared and understood despite everything? And how wonderful would it be to love someone so much?

Then Santiago must have said something funny because you suddenly erupted in laughter. Druig was certain he could never grow tired of that sight. The world seemed a little brighter, a little warmer, throughout the minute when you were laughing. But then sorrow and heartache took him over once again: soon enough, you were going to leave to go back to your own life. He had grown familiar with the lovesick loneliness that seemed to always follow him around. Only for that one morning, when he was watching you weave a basket, did that sorrow leave him for a moment. But then, when it came back to weigh on his shoulders, did Druig realize its heaviness. How did he even manage to breathe for the past 500 years?

He knew that if he was not going to do something about his heavy heart now, he might never have a second chance. Spend another five centuries without you? It was a thought too cruel to even entertain.

"Mind if I steal the lady?" he asked little Catalina.

With a bright smile that lacked a few front teeth, she shook her head and continued weaving. Blandine's old hand pulled the stray strands of the girl's hair behind her ears. Her little fingers weaved with impressive speed and precision.

"Don't finish without me!" you jokingly warned the girl before turning to Druig. He seemed... worried. "What's going on, Druig?"

"I need to talk with you."

Gently pulling your arm, Druig began walking towards the privacy of a jungle backcountry. Passing by various locals, they would only glance at the two of you and go back to whatever they were doing. It seemed as if you were the only one concerned with Druig's nervousness or worry.

He let go of your arm only when the thick rainforest swallowed any signs of human life. But why would he bring you in the middle of nowhere? However you thought about it, none of the answers was good: thick shrubbery was audience only to passionate violence and confessions of unhappy love.

"Something's happened?"

You couldn't help but worry about him. He was someone who could keep a secret but was never secretive per se.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," he confessed with a serious tone. Despite the weight of his statement, Druig's face remained unreadable.

"I'm all ears, whatever you need."

Looking for any microexpression, you closely watched his face but it stayed as expressionless as ever.

To your surprise, Druig placed his hands on the sides of your face and rested his forehead against yours. The two of you stood in pleasant, intimate silence for a moment. He let out a heavy, although shaky, breath before he whispered:

"You're the only thing I could think about for the past five centuries. I wrote your name down on the hillside in my mind." He made a pause to take another, shaky breath. "Stay here with me, please."

At first, you were questioning your sanity. Maybe five hundred years of pining after a man had left its mark on you. But it couldn't be that... If there was anything you could be sure of, it was his warm presence: his hands warming your cheeks and his hot breath brushing against your face. Has he really waited all of five hundred years to make that confession? Could all of your heartbreak have been prevented had he said those words a few centuries earlier?

"Why are asking me now?" you asked quietly. You could feel your throat clenching but it wasn't tears of sadness that threatened to run down your cheeks. "Why haven't you before?"

Druig's thoughts wandered back to Santiago and Blandine. Every day they sat on the porch, holding hands and looking after children whose parents were working. On the days when he couldn't get your name off his lips, Druig wondered if he could ever have something like that: you and him, holding hands and watching children grow up - your children.

"Hope for the future got me on my knees."

Then you felt his lips move against yours. There was a certain desperation in his affection as if he expected the world to end in the next few minutes. Without needless reasoning, you kissed him back. Your hands clenched the material of his sleeveless shirt making sure he won't pull away any time soon.

There was no course of history in which you could reject his offer.

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Seven | "Wishing"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Masturbation

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Porn with no plot, just 200 words of Druig fucking himself

*•.¸♡Paring : Druig x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : With you gone for the week, Druig is left to please himself

*•.¸♡words : 215

Druig bit down on his lip, his fist getting faster as it pumped his cock. He could feel the growing pressure inside of him, the intensity growing with each twitch of his cock, every throb of his nerves. "Ugh," he grunted. He closed his eyes, forcing his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth. Druig could feel his high growing closer and his fist tightened around his hard cock.

He wished you were here, that it was your delicate hands fisting his cock. That you were clenching around him as he fucked himself inside you. Instead, it was left to him to imagine you below him, whining and moaning for him.

Faster and faster he pumped, his rhythm increasing. His breathing came faster, more ragged, and he could feel his orgasm building with each stroke. He stroked and fucked into his fist.

His orgasm hit him like a hard fist to the chest, and he moaned, collapsing back against the pillows He was panting, his skin damp with sweat. He felt as though he had run a marathon or something, and now he was spent.

He clenched his eyes tight as the orgasm crawled through his body. He gasped, and it was a high-pitched noise. His toes curled, and his breath came in deep pants.

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redheadspark · 4 months

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The Denial prompts!! 2 is so Druig-coded! Can you write it for Druig please?

A/N - Awww this is perfect for the mind controller himself! Thanks for the request, anon!

Told Ya

Summary - Druig is always filled with doubt, but leave it to Makkari to bring him to the light

Warnings - Mostly fluff

Druig’s eyes were on you from his spot in the Meeting Room, the smile on your face making you almost look like you were glowing after listening to Sersi’s story that she was telling you. Of course, he was trying to make it seem like he wasn’t looking or watching at all, hoping a book tentatively in his hands with his thumb on the spot of the book where he stopped. But hearing your laugh ring like bells in the small room, the small twinkle in your eyes that was illuminated from the Domo lights, and the soft color of your armor against your skin, Druig was nonetheless entranced.

If he had to be honest, he has been entranced with you for the longest time. Maybe for as long as you all were on earth.

Druig was never one to show he had feelings or that he was weak, though he knew there was nothing wrong in showing one’s feelings or being vulnerable. Druig never did it himself, he was busy and preoccupied with saving humans from Deviants to channel his inner feelings toward you. But you none the less caught his attention from the moment you two met. He thought of your wicked sense of humor, able to brighten any room with a chuckle or your light hearted attitude. He adored your kindness and soft gestures towards others, especially those who were in need of comfort.

Most of all, Druig was enraptured with your heart that was filled with beauty that then reflected in your smile and bright eyes.

Over time, Druig held it against his chest and locked it away, not wishing to expose himself and let others know of this secret that he had. Maybe he thought of it as a major secret when it was a simple crush, and he would try his best not to show it or say it in front of anyone. You two were in fact friends, Druig loved having you as one of his closest friends who knew him far too well and brought out the best in him. But then again, he inwardly and selfishly wanted more with you. He wanted what Ikaris and Sersi had, which was saying something since he was still indifferent to Ikaris. But still, he wanted to hold your hand and feel how soft your skin was against his calloused palm, he wanted to hold you in his arms to feel that warmth he knew you had around you like a shield.

Druig wanted to kiss you and bring you nothing but joy.

Watching you like a love-sick puppy, Druig was too distracted to see Makkari speed over to chat with him with her mesh bag in hand, wishing to share with Druig her recent treasure haul. But she saw his eyes trained in your direction, her eyes looking over to see you and Sersi chatting away. The speedster smirked, looking back at her best friend and she playfully shoved his arm with her own to get his attention. He looked over a bit too quick, almost stumbling off the bench where he sat.

"Druig, you’re drooling."

“What?”

Druig looked at his best friend, seeing Makkari gesture to his slightly open mouth, to which he slammed his mouth shut instantly. Makkari chuckled, the sound filling the room as you were on the other side of the Meeting Room, looking away from talking to Sersi and at Makkari and Druig. Druig was looking down rather sheepish, blush was evident on his cheeks. You smiled, thinking of it affectionately as Ajak floated over to you, lacing your arms together.

“Come, I have something to discuss with you,” She said to you, taking you out of the room with ease. Druig and Makkari were watching you being escorted away, Druig then glaring at Makkari as she smirked back at him.

“What?” She asked him was giving her a hard look, “You’re literally eyeing her with affection!”

“I am not,” He signed and said to her in retaliation, though Makkari titled her head at him as he kept going, “I think of her only as a friend,”

“Doubtful. You two would be cute together since you bring out the best in one another,” Makkari explained to Druig, her eyes light and filled with truth as Druig was already shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck, “There’s no shame in liking her, she’s wonderful! As are you, and you two getting together wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

“It would be an interference with our work on Earth,” Druig reasoned, though Makkari was now the one glaring at him.

“Sounds like an excuse,” She commented, “You made it sound time-consuming to be with her, or anyone for that matter.”

“I don’t have time for a relationship, anyways,” He added on, though Makkari slapped his arm and scoffed at him,

“That has nothing to do with anything I just said, like at all,” She said to him with her glare, seeing him look a bit sheepish as she sighed and sat down next to him. As stubborn and hard-headed as he was when he came to what was on his mind, Makkari knew her best friend deep down. He had a massive heart, and she knew he wanted, craved even, for you to hold it in your hands.

“Even if….if she thought of me like that…I don’t think she would want to be with someone like me,” he said in a mumble. He thought of you as the sun and himself as the moon, opposites and never able to share the same space. You are bright, cheerful, and filled with life and warmth. He was mysterious, aloof, and wrapped in the calm and silence that the night would bring. Druig always hated the notion of comparing two things, but he always compared himself to you.

It wore him down sometimes, always thinking of the worst and how you would never dare look in his direction in that way.

Makkari tucked a finger under his chin, and gently coaxed him to look at her as she gave him one of her infamous smiles that would always brighten his day, “You can be a silly fool sometimes”

Druig raised an eyebrow at her, not understanding what she meant as he then heard someone gliding over in their direction. Both Makkari and Druig looked, seeing it was you with a massive grin on your face. Just the way you were smiled was enough to make Druig almost lose his breath. You stood right in front of him, Makkari scooting away slightly as you finally spoke.

“Druig, Ajak wants us to go on patrol tonight, together,” You explained, Druig’s eye going a bit wide as Makkari was grinning wide like she a prize.

“Did she?” Druig asked, keeping his voice composed as you nodded your head.

“Well..it was my suggestion anyways,” You admitted, fiddling with your fingers in front of you as Druig felt his heartbeat go a bit faster now and a flushness was now on his cheeks. You wanted to go with him? Was he hearing you right? Not that you two haven’t been on patrol alone before. In fact…you haven’t. You were always going in groups of three or more. This would be the first time….alone…

“Oh,” Druig could only say as Makkari was mentally wished she could kick him in the leg.

“The city itself is well secured, and we haven’t seen a Deviant in a week now, so only two of us seem to make more sense. Plus, we haven't got to be together for some time and I wanted to catch up with you,” You explained, thinking that you had to explain to him why you wanted him to come along with you. Maybe you thought he was going to decline the offer, but seeing the small smile morph into a bigger one on his face was enough to make you realize you made the right choice.

“I would love to join you,” he replied, the smile you had was enough to make him feel hot all over as you nodded your head at him.

“Great! I’ll….I’ll meet you outside then. I’ll grab some snacks for us too, see you out there!” You explained, turning on your heel and heading over to the makeshift kitchen area where Gilgamesh was starting to make dinner for the family. Druig watched you walking away, already replaying you asking him to come with you over and over in his mind. Hearing the tone in your voice, seeing the twinkle in your eyes, and he felt like he was dreaming the whole time. But it all happened, and he could feel every insecurity he had towards himself melt away and evaporate in thin air.

Once again, Makkari scooted his side to get his attention. Druig looked, seeing Makkari give him a wink as he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He replied, though Makkari snorted.

The End.

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itsapeterthing · 1 year

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I’ll be honest, I’d love to request a Druig Halloween blurb…I just don’t know exactly what to request. All that I can think of is somehow having the reader be a librarian (it’s my favorite trope, seeing as how I am one myself). Maybe Druig volunteered to do a story time for kids at Sersi’s prompting and he was so popular, he was asked back to do a spooky Halloween one? Idk…I’ll leave it up to you.

PS: I love your work so much!!!

T’was Halloween Night || Druig

a/n: i’m sorry this is so short and so last minute but i hope you enjoy this little halloween fic!

word count: 1k

warnings: none, fluff

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A shiver ran through you as you stepped into the library, the door shutting behind you as the warmth from the inside welcomed you in. The lights had been dimmed by this time of night and the warm, orange glow of the halloween decorations you had expertly strung up two weeks before reminded you of what day today was: Halloween.

You unraveled your scarf from around your neck and noted the vacancy at the front desk. Despite your coworker’s disappearance, however, you weren’t alone. You heard a man’s voice carry from the children’s room and with it, the excited gasps of the kids who came for story time, thrilled by the tale at hand. As you hung your scarf on the hook, you followed the voice through the threshold and smiled.

On the colorful rug were a scattered group of children, dressed to the nines in their costumes with their parents by their side, and in the middle of them a man who looked much to out of place between them.

His dark hair was in his face as he read and his black leather jacket nearly distracted from the different accents he used for each of the characters in the story- his voice fluctuating with each line.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he sat in the wooden chair that was far too tiny for him, hunched over to find the words on the page. Despite his stature and admittedly brooding appearance, it was evident that the kids just adored him.

Without realizing, you smiled along with his story until the very last line when the kids erupted in pitter pattered applause.

And you couldn't help but join them.

As the applause fell and the parents escorted their kids out of the library and into the cool Halloween night to begin their trick-or-treating, you realized as the last child left that all that remained were you and the unnamed man.

With the room drowned in nothing but the “Halloween Party” playlist your coworker had left on, you watched as he shrugged on his leather jacket. Maybe it was the fact that you were spending Halloween alone, working or the way he had a magnetic energy towards him despite his demeanor, but you didn’t want to allow him to leave so easily.

“You did a great job.” You complimented him. “The kids loved you.”

Looking up from digging into his pockets, he shrugged and rolled his eyes.

“I think everyone just likes a good story.”

“Do you?” You asked.

“Do I what?”

“Enjoy a good story.”

He thought for a moment.

Pushing himself up from the stool, he chuckled to himself.

“I’ve been a part of far too many to say.” He replied. “Ask me an easy question, Y/n.”

Your name slipping from his lips both flustered you and invigorated you. You both were hyperaware that you had never shared your name, but as shocked as you were, you hated to admit that you weren't as uneasy as you were intrigued.

“How do you know my name?”

The soft smirk that painted his face was both welcome and infuriating at the same time.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Are you a ghost?” You asked, only half joking.

The laugh that erupted from his chest proved the side that was being truthful, wrong.

“In some places.” He said. “Though, not here. If that’s what you're worried about.”

He slowly crossed the room to you, his hands behind his back as he did. You straightened against the wall of the threshold, watching his every step and memorizing the way he walked over to you in pure confidence and cockiness. Usually you hated a man who exuded any of it, but you could tell every ounce of it was justified- far from the men built up by feigned respect you accounted usually.

“So you’re human then?”

He smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

You were suddenly aware of how close he stood to you.

His chest was practically against yours and although you could see his face, you swore he was close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

“Naturally inquisitive.” You responded.

The lack of movement from either of you ushered the lights in the room to shut off, leaving the both of you basking in the warm, orange glow of the Halloween lights.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked.

Choked up by his proximity to you, you nodded.

“Would you like to get get coffee?” He asked. “After your shift, of course.”

You had to admit that you had opened your mouth to respond as soon as he asked the question but shut it a moment later when he responded to your protests without a word. It was almost as though he could read your mind.

“You’d like that wouldn't you?”

Standing up straight, you stuck your nose up.

“Maybe I would.”

“Well,” He said, leaning in closer. “It’s a date, then.”

As quick as he leaned into you, he pulled away and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

“That’s what you humans say anyway, right?”

Glancing at his figure from his shoes to his eyes, you nodded.

“That’s right, Mr...?”

Knowing where you were headed, he chuckled and stepped backwards.

“Druig.”

Watching as he, Druig, stepped towards the door, a part of you felt a breath that you hadn't;t even noticed you had been holding escape your lungs.

His stride was long and quick and before you knew it, he stood at the entrance with his back towards you. Druig’s face peaked over his shoulder as his hand met the handle.

“Happy Halloween, Y/n.”

And just like that, he left, with only the cool breeze that slipped in as the door shut behind him there to greet you.

You found yourself wondering who he was, or, rather, what he was, but as a couple walked in behind him, you found peace in the fact that you would find out later that Halloween night.

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paganicher · 11 months

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Cute Scottish boys with ✨cuestionable morality✨

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alohastyles-x · 4 months

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A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known?

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants.

But the guard below Druig was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected.

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens, had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing.

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame, his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight.

He closed his eyes as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet.

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man.

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior.

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed.

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him.

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest.

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!”

“What do you mean?”

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers.

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle.

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control.

Present Day

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans.

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable…

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention.

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go.

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign.

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it.

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you.

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach.

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head.

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted.

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies.

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location.

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat.

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location.

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art.

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more.

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall.

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you.

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next.

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared.

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees.

One thing was certain…

… you were just in the presence of a god.

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail.

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home.

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall.

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples.

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine.

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours.

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room.

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different.

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving.

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew.

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.”

Celia looked at you quizzically.

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her.

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe.

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it.

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air.

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages.

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out.

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.”

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again.

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.”

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces.

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before.

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle.

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.”

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand.

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text.

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color.

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind.

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered.

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live.

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text.

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality.

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you.

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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