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redheadspark · 6 months

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Bliss

Summary - Druig knows how to bring you bliss

*Got the idea for this one shot from this Gif*

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is 18+, NO MINORS ALLOWED FROM HERE ON OUT!

A/N - I am no SMUT writer by trade, so bear with me :D

You fell back into the bed, your breath barely on your lips as your thighs were trembling and your orgasm was now dwindling to a small simmer. Sweat itched along your skin, thanks to the solid body on top of you that was holding you close and still buried deep inside of you, watching your body shake from your post orgasm. His eyes were wide, nearly black with no evidence of the sapphire blue they naturally were, his lisp plump to almost crimson in the moonlight, and his skin with its sheen of sweat along his porcelain skin.

"That was…..I can't even talk" You tried to say, but your voice was nearly gone with a small smile on your lips as the man above you merely chuckled and ruffled his own brown hair from his eyes.

"Don't say a single word, darlin'." He hummed, leaning back down to have his arms on the mattress below you, digging his forehead against your shoulder as he rolled his hips deeply and slowly. You mewled, arching into him as you clung onto his shoulders, knowing fully well that he was not done with you.

Neither you were done, not with what you went through.

This was not the first time you two were in bed together, nor would it be the last. But it felt like your first time, not with the intensity and the lust that was seeping under your skin as you both were gasping for air and pouring your love to one another, but with the intense love you both had for one another for centuries and centuries on end.

Being together on the Domo for some time as friends before realizing your feelings for one another brought your paths together as lovers, then as a married couple. You never thought in your wildest dreams that the Mind Controlling Eternal, the very one who was aloof to outsiders and sarcastic by nature, would fall head over heels in love with someone like you. He was wrapped around your heart so naturally and organically that before you knew it, you realized that your heart was taken by him and there was no way to be without him.

You both went along with the evolution of humans, seeing the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even within your own family of Eternals and how straining it was getting with one another, you both stayed side by side. Druig's heart was beyond massive for the sake of the humans, for wishing them peace and tranquility on that small and fragile planet. So when he decided to walk away after seeing a genocide unfold in front of his eyes, you joined him. How could you stay behind and let the love of your life walk away? He was part of your soul, half of your heart, and neither one of you wished to be parted.

"Uggh….Oh fuck Druig," you moaned against his head as his hips were staying consistent, rolling sleep and slow as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. You were feeling that tension again, the burning in your thigh muscles since your legs were bracketing Druig's hips with ease, your arms shaking while you clung onto his muscular shoulders, and your core finding that flicker of pleasure again while he kissed your skin over and over. One of his hands moved from under the pillow where you were, bracing your jawline to have your head stay in one spot while he was still fucking you deeply. You loved when he did this, his actions were both filthy and intimate at the same time. Holding you close as you fucked, perhaps thinking that you two could blend into one as he made you cum multiple times.

This was how he loved you: showing you with his actions along with his words how he loved you and would never stop loving you.

You moved your head to kiss his palm that was against your jawline, feeling him thrust again to have you moan silently and feel his thumb trace your lower lip. Without you thinking about it and merely thinking about the pleasure that was now etched within you, you slide his thumb into your mouth. He moaned against your neck.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrust never slowing as your hand moved down to grasp at his ass through the thin sheet that was covering it. He huffed and moved his head to gaze at you with heavy eyes, seeing his thumb in your mouth as you locked eyes with him with a blissed-out face, "You want me to make you cum again, don't ya?"

Releasing his thumb with a pop, you grinned as he gave a particularly hard thrust, you moaned out, "Do it,"

His eyes narrowed: challenged accepted.

Having this kind of love with Druig was nothing short of amazing. Built on the solid foundation of friendship and devotion, you both could take on the world if you wanted to. Yet you and Druig didn't wish for that, you both instead settled for your little village in the Amazon. A slice of paradise amongst the soldiers that followed Druig, underneath the massive trees, and hidden from the rest of the world. The love that was blossoming over time between you and Druig was now thriving and evolving, spending mornings in bed together and long walks amongst the trees. Druig never strayed from you, and he proved it again and again.

Druig loved running the village and caring for the families that were growing as the years went by, and you saw the new side of Druig that was hidden for so long because of his inability to step in and help humans. It made you proud to see him care for his villagers, to see the brightness in his eyes and within his tone, and you wished that would never go away.

Even after 500 years when your Eternals family came back to find you two to stop the ending of the world with them, nothing seemed to slow the pair of you down.

Moans were filling the room for the pair of you now as Druig was now determined to make you cum again, you letting him as his hips were now snapping and his eyes never leaving your face as you were melting with the sensation. You felt that drive in his hold along your body, in his whimpers along his lips, and in his eyes as he was watching you get closer and closer to teetering over the edge. He knew just how to make you cum: his rough fingers along your body or inside of you, his sweet and yet filthy words in your ear, and even his cock that was perfect in length and girth that seemed to be created to only fit inside of you. Inwardly, you thanked your lucky stars that you both were Eternals with extended energy, being able to fuck all night without a single need for a break.

This led to your record: 14 straight hours back in the Amazon when you two went off together on your anniversary back in 1869.

This time, this was more than a simple act of love or fuck session. The world almost ended, and you all almost lost everything you knew thanks to Arishem and his need to bring Tiamut to life and a new balance to the universe. Yet you all stopped it, not wishing to let this planet go to waste since you grew to love it over the centuries. It was a relief that there was no more danger for any of you to worry about, and to think that you were so close to losing Druig at the hands of Ikaris, you thought of the worst.

Seeing him walk up to you with a few cuts and bruises, yet alive and well, you had to hold him close and engrain him in your mind.

He must have felt the same, whisking you away from the rest of your group. Which then brought you to your current predicament.

"I'm close…I'm close Druig…" You moaned against his head as he was not slowing down with his hips and his open-mouth kisses against your jawline. He hummed, his spare hand moving down to rub his thumb against your clit as he was thrusting deeper and deeper. You moan hotly from the touch, your legs sprawling out at this point as he keeps the adrenaline going.

"You don't have to tell me, I can feel ya flutterin' against my cock," he growled as you were feeling that sensation in your toes moving up to be along your spine, "I know your body and what makes ya tick, right? I know where to touch, where to lick, where to….where to fuck,"

He rubbed your clit hard, making you moan with no abandon as he chuckled to pause and sit up a bit. He looked down at your body, seeing him undone you were yet at the same time tight wound. Your hair askew, your breast etched in hickies and exposed for him to savor, even the gorgeous sight of where you two were connected along your hips.

But what got him was your eyes, the same eyes that he fell for when he first saw you on the Domo. The same eyes that saw his painful and tear-jerking moments throughout the years but never repeated. The same eyes that poured love into his own when he felt he was undeserving. He swore a long time ago when he first kissed you at sunset, he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you in his life.

Centuries later, he held onto that promise.

"I love you," He hummed, the tone of lust simmered as you gazed up at him with lust in your own eyes. You felt that love seep under your skin, even in the heat of fucking you both would find a way to have another layer of intimacy with each other. Perhaps you were thinking that he was going to die because of Ikaris, or that was world was so close to ending, but you two looked at one another as if nothing else existed in the world, or in that little room.

You leaned up, moaning as you did since he was involuntarily thrusting in you to make you tremble. Druig moaned too, though it was silenced by you kissing him softly. He kissed you back, feeling that gentleness along your lips as you framed his face in your hands. Although you knew of it being a distraction, moving one hand to be placed in his chest to give him a push.

Within a second, he was sprawled on his back as you were now riding him. He grinned as you gently grasped his throat, feeling him gulp as you too locked eyes with that intensity again.

"Love you more," You replied, then giving one hard roll. Druig moaned loudly as his eyes rolled back in bliss.

The End

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hanasnx · 4 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.

Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”

He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.

You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”

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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.

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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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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Imagine Druig saving you from a Deviant

They say that when you're about to die, life flashes before your eyes - for a second before the inevitable happens, you reflect on your choices, relive your sorrows and laughter.

Whoever said those words must never have stared death into her vacant, deep eyes. Although, the death that came for you had eyes more akin to fire or a burning sun - orange, filled with vigour and yet terrifyingly vacant, expressionless. As if primal hate could live on its own.

Your throat clenched but you didn't feel scared or sad in any way - those emotions, although had previously flooded all your thoughts, were nowhere to be found any longer. There was a melancholic peace in being subjected to nature's cycles: there was nothing you could do about your fate anymore. Weirdly enough, you were alright with that. At the end of fear, there was oblivion.

You closed your eyes telling yourself that you were prepared for your imminent future. Then you heard a gunshot, a grunt and something spilling. Miraculously, no furious malice bit into you.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes to see why the gods of death decided to spare you that day. The red-eyed beast was lying on the ground, the fiery violence long gone. Standing over the bizarre greyish-blue body was Druig, with a clearly unnerved expression on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a tense voice.

Druig barely gave you time to respond when he grabbed your face and began looking for any scratches or bruises. His hands caressed every patch of your skin they could reach.

"Hey," you softly called out to him. His worried eyes met your calm ones. In a reassuring manner, you put your hands around his wrists. "I'm okay."

He stared at you for a moment. The distress showing in his eyes was so intense you couldn't be sure he saw anything except for that. In his frenzied mind, you were still in grave danger.

Druig spared no time embracing you in a tight hug. His grip was so strong it felt as if he was afraid someone was going to try to pry you away from him at any moment. Druig's skin always smelled of rain and wood but at the moment there was a faint aroma of gunpowder following him.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he confessed quietly.

"Really? I know exactly what I'd do."

Druig slightly pulled away to look at your face. He didn't seem to mind your strangely aloof demeanour. It was hard to believe you could have already been dead. Druig furrowed his eyebrows - he didn't know where your thoughts were headed. "What?"

"Find you," you answered with a gentle shrug of shoulders. "Wherever you'd be."

Druig didn't answer. Truthfully, he couldn't find appropriate words to put his feelings into. Whatever he felt, whatever expression could fit the burning in his chest - it was a little too human to have a name in any human language; it was too essential to being alive.

________________________ A/N: Dialogue is taken from @dinosandcomics on Instagram with slight changes

TAGLIST: @igotanidea

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redrydersrequiem · 3 months

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Golden eyed phantom chapter 2

Paring Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+only,minors,ageless,blank blogs will be blocked

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings theres no smut this time and sorry if its a little shorter then the first chapter

The audience's cheers roll over you like waves as the final curtain closes. You're quickly whisked away, Madame Ajak, bless her, swiftly guides you to your new dressing room before the reporters, opera patrons and fans could move to swarm the backstage area wanting to meet the new star of the Opera de Popular. Much to your dismay however the entrance was already chaotically crowded with people. Thankfully Mr Nelson and Murdock where already front and center, Mr. Nelson was gladly answering the reporters and basking in the crowd's awe while Mr Murdock alongside Gilgamesh provided a more physical barrier, not letting the over eager patrons near, allowing you and madame to finally enter the dressing room.

Once inside silence overcomes you, finally feeling like you could breathe deeply,counting to ten a few times to calm the ringing beating of your heart. It’s not till madame cleared her throat that you looked up, an explosion of color filling your gaze. Flowers of every size, shape and color fill every available surface, bouquets of some of the most exotic flowers you've ever seen.

“Wow” Madame just laughs at your shocked face

“This is to be expected my dear” she goes about the room examining the abundance of flowers, focusing on one of the bigger bouquets.

“Look, this one is from Count Ikarus and his family. It sees that young man is quite smitten with you”

“Yes so it seems”

“What’s wrong my dear.? You don't seem excited about your successful debut?”

“No it's not that Madame i'm truly grateful for everything that has happened.”

“But?”

At first you don't answer but Madame gives you one of her motherly looks and all resolve crumbles

“But…… it feels wrong somehow like something is missing.”

“Something? Or someone?”

As soon as the words leave her mouth the image of your angel comes to mind, bringing a light blush along with it.

“I see that look dear, it's alright. It’s perfectly normal for someone your age, all I ask of you is to be smart about your choices ok.?”

You just smile nodding yes not really wanting to go into a whole spiel with her right now, but thankful for her all the same. The women truly being the only mother figure you've ever known

“I will mama jaks.”

“Ohhh thank you dear, I haven’t heard you call me that in so long i've missed it”.

“I'm sorry I.”

“No no, none of that. I'm glad to be mama jaks to you, you and sersi are my daughters whether you like it or not.”

She kisses you on the forehead before urging you up from the sofa and towards the changing screen to help you out of the heavy gown you've been in all night.

Once deglamorized you stealthily made your way to the dancers entrance avoiding any leftover fans, walking quickly to meet up with sersi. Your whole opera family was celebrating your triumphant first show at Gil and thenas house, Gil’s cooking and drinks galore is what kingo had stayed. Not wanting to keep everyone waiting, you and Sersi begin the familiar walk. Now it does dawn on you, that two young women shouldn’t probably be walking in the deed of night in Paris’s strees but the promise of having Gilgamesh’s famous (your favorite dessert) all to yourself overweighs all those worries

“I can’t wait to see what all Gil cooked. I'm starving.” Sersi simply laughs at you

“How is all you can think about is food after the day you've had.?”

“Hey you try being poked and prodded at and then thrust in front of hundreds of people in a heavy costume and not be hung/“

Her hand grabbing your arm halting your steps stops you mid sentence. She’s even pushing you behind her when you finally notice the black carriage that has now pulled up alongside the two of you. You both give each other knowing glances as you assume the defensive stances thena had drilled into you.

Just as the door opens and you both go to move a familiar head of brown hair steps out.

“Ikarus?”

“Little (y/n/n) and friend. I apologize if I frightened you mademoiselles, i was caught by opera patrons and was unable to speak with you. Imagine my luck to stumble upon the new star of Paris opera walking along the street.

“Yes, how fortunate. I'm sorry, if i had known you wished to speak with me i would have waited at the theater.

“No it's my fault I should have tried harder to get away, um if you could, may I have a moment of your time.?”

“Of course you may!” Sersi answers for you. “I’ll be just over here while you two speak” she nods to both of you before stepping over to study a random storefront, acting the picture of innocents and not like she just threw you under a carriage. Turning back towards Ikarus you notice his eye haven’t left sersi.

“Ehhem”

Ikarus’s head snaps back into place a practiced smile falling into place

“what can i do for you count de solar?”

“firstly just call me Ikarus please”

“ok Ikarus it is then”

“and you? Are you still little (ynn) or are you now the new diamond of the Paris opera scene.?”

“no i'm simply (y/n)”

”very well simply y/n, i must say your performance was a revelation. It’s amazing to see how far you've come since I last saw you.”

“fifteen years is a long time, a lot of things change.”

“yes…..i heard about your fathers passing, my condolences. He was a brilliant musician and I'm sure he would be incredibly proud of you.”

“thank you that's very kind of you, he would have felt honored to. Hear such high praise.

“Listen, I don't wish to keep you or your companion out in this cold night air much longer, so I will simply ask if you would be willing to have a meal with me, to catch up?”

After a quick contemplation you agreed not wanting to turn down the benefactor of the opera or a count. Terrific he replies before turning to his driver to discuss something quietly. You take this time to all sersi back over

“Did you both figure everything out?

“Yeah, he asked me to dinner.”

“oh y/n that's exciting. Oh he's coming back”

“Well I thank you for agreeing to dinner but I do have one more issue.”

oh?” You ask the duke questioningly.

“Yes it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow two young women to walk the damp streets of Paris at such an hour please let me top you off to your destination?”

You're about to decline given Gil and thena home is only fifteen minutes more away but once more sersi interrupts, accepting the offer for you both and allowing Ikarus to help her into his carriage before you get even a syllable out. The quick ride is filled with mostly Sersi and Ikarus talking (flirting) while you nodded along with whatever they were talking about just watching how they interacted, both sporting light blushes as they speak. However your destination arrives before you can make any sort of comment

“Here we are, sir.”

“Thank you mr smith.”

Ikarus quickly hopped out helping you and sersi out. You both turn dipping into quick curtsies, bidding the young count goodbye. He gives us both a nod and slight bow, his gaze lingering on sersi once more before hopping into his carriage and driving away.

“I can't believe that just happened, you truly do know the count y/n”

“I told you I did. Besides, I don't think its that impressive to know a count.”

“y/n you should be excited! He's young,handsome, kind and comes from a wealthy Noble family. He would make a perfect husband.”

“HUSBAND?…….. No sersi. I know that all sounds nice to you but to me he will always be the boy next door that was nice to me one moment then would tease me the next till he all but disappeared one day.”

“Oh sweety im/“

“/no it's fine, I understand what you're saying but Ikarus just isn't for me, in fact I think you should take your own advice.”

She whips around about to gripe at you with a blush on her face when the door bursts open, kingos extravagant self standing there, before he pulls you both into the warm house. Music's playing lightly as the boisterous noises from the living room pull you all in. And there everyone is cheers ringing in the air as everyone is ready to finally celebrate your musical debut.

The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, everyone had turned in, some (cough kingo and sprite cough) where. Forced to turn in after a night of one to many. You however couldn't find sleep for the life of you. Still too high on the adrenaline of the day to find peace so you decide to go for a walk. The early morning shops were setting up and beginning their days.Couriers race beside you. A few people wished you good morning before they went about their days. All in all it was a peaceful morning walk that ended in the same place it always did. The place you always go when you're alone or pent up or sad, happy, really any emotion. This was your safe place, the small cathedral attached to the Opera house.

Like always a few lone candles flicker in the room's damp breeze. Just as you go to light an additional candle for your father a musical trilling sounds in the room startling you. Looking around you see where the music came from. Under the cathedral's small stained glass window set a beautiful music box. It was a silver box, not large but not too small. It’s had (your favorite flower )designed on it rounding all the sides and laying carefully carved on the top, with tiny gems that sparkled like stars scattered around

(I cant pick one they’re all to pretty)

Where did you come from?” just as your about to touch the bow that familiar glowing aura brushes over you

“hello my little muse.”

There's that voice. That voice that teaches you with a stern hardness. Tha voice that caresses you at night covering your body in goosebumps and making your heart race. The voice you dream about that has you held captive. He was your teacher, your savior, your angel, your phantom.

“Good morning master.” you go to move to turn around hopeful to finally see the being that has overtaken every fiber of your body

‘Wait!” you pause, the air feeling charged as you obey his command

“Let me take you in first , my muse.”

The basic evening wear you wore yesterday didn't bother you when you put it on but now you wished you wore anything else, but nevertheless you felt his gaze roam your body like the finest piece of art. Out of your peripheral you can just make out the bottoms of his pressed black slack, the elegant polished boots and the swishing of the evening cape he had on the red lining accentuating his legs.

You attempt to see more but he steps directly behind you. His body is warm in the cold room, as you feel his fingertips glide up your back. Before his hands up your shoulders.

“my beautiful beautiful muse, how you shined like the brightest star in the universe. The goddess Aphrodite herself would be envious.”

“thank you master”

“oh how i relish those words do say it again”

“master?”

“emmmmmmm yes I do like the sound of that. Do you like your present my muse” he asks gesturing to the music box

“its beautiful”

“The song inside is of my own composition, please open it and tell me what you think.”

you reluctantly move away from his warmth to step back towards the music box, still not daring to look back over your shoulder. Tracing your finger over the flower on the top, taking a much needed breath and open the box

a hauntingly beautiful melody leaks out.

“Does it please you?”

“Its breathtaking”

“I'm pleased that something so small could elicit such feelings. I wonder how you would react to me then” a million thoughts rush through your head, he's finally going to let me see him.

“Would you like to see me, my little muse?” He laughs “I can hear the thoughts rushing through your head.’

yes master falls from your lips

his body steps up to you again. No room between the roof you as his breath fans your ear and hands take place on your hips. You feel like the earth would fall out from under you if it weren’t for his presence keeping you grounded.

“Are you sure my muse.”

“yes master”

“hmmmmmmmmmmmm”

you feel his. Lips kiss your shoulder and something cold above his nose brushing against you before he pulls back and the words you’ve waited so long to hear are finally spoken.

“Very well……… Look at me.”

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#druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig fanfiction #druig smut #druig x reader #eternals fanfiction #eternals x reader #sersi eternals #phantom of the opera

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novas-fic-recs · 1 year

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druig (eternals) fic recommendations

my welcome post

my favourite fics and headcanons about our favourite eternal boy, druig! none of these were written by me, so make sure to give lots of love to the amazing writers who did write them! this will be updated as i find more.

sunshine by @itsapeterthing

summary: as the eternal with the gift of weather and nature, you use it to your advantage, especially with your husband, druig

with trembling hands by ↑

summary: when you accidentally stumble into the room druig is having an important conversation with his fellow eternals in, you can’t help but wish you could escape the spotlight.

i'll never let you go by @danny-cordray

summary: you spent eternity convincing yourself that you didn’t like druig at all, but there’s a fine line between love and hate

druig x eternal!reader by @werewolf-witchboy

summary: after many years of being split up, the eternals must come together as a team again. nobody seems to know where you’ve been all these years, so they’ve gone to the one person who might know of your whereabouts…little did they know that you’re a lot closer than they thought.

untitled by @fireinmoonshot

summary: comparing hand sizes with druig

family reunion by @applepiewinchesters

summary: druig and the reader meet up again after 500 years of not seeing each other

the loudest silence by @dreaminginpastels

summary: you have a moment of crippling self-doubt after a battle goes awry, but then one voice inside your mind rises above all the others.

don't hide in the shadows by @misskatebishop

summary: you’re too shy to tell druig that you like him, so you turn red whenever he’s around you.

mute by @achaoticeternal

summary: reader goes mute after taking a rogue lazer beam to the throat when protecting druig

how could they not know? by @saintlike78

summary: your relationship with druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries… yet it takes your fellow eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.

lunch in london by @greenbriarhollow

summary: druig's girlfriend meets the rest of the eternals.

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig x eternal!reader #eternals imagine #eternals x reader #eternals fanfiction #barry keoghan #fic reccomendations #marvel fic recs #marvel fic reccomendations #mcu fic recs #eternals fic recs

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Not So Pretty Pictures

Druig x reader

Words: 412

FLUFF BINGO

Druig’s mind lulled, in and out unsure if it’s desiring to awaken or not. The warmth orange of the sun creaking in through the cracks, inviting and adding a field of relaxation to the air. It was well to assume that Druig was enjoying his nap.

He was.

The only thing that was keeping him from his apparent nap was the comfortable sound of giggling decorated in your voice. Druig didn’t mind, he was only taking a nap but it was a little odd considering how whatever you were doing was making you crack up so much.

Curiosity taking the best of him, his blue eyes opened adjusting to the light in search of the cause for his awakening. Head turning to his other side he saw you, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand covering your mouth in what he can assume to be an effort in containing the sounds that were emitting from your mouth.

“What are you giggling on about over there?”

You swear your heart felt like it leaped out of your chest at his sudden voice that caught you off guard.

After a moment of quick recollection you answered him, smile wiping from your face, “nothing.”

“Didn’t seem like nothing?” He said, voice remaining monotone.

“Trust me it’s nothing.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, turning onto his side and sliding up into a seated lounge position. Druig drags his body close, “what’s on the phone?”

“Noth—“

Before you can even finish the thought, the phone’s already in his hand. Clicking he finds what you were looking at. “Is this…a picture of me?” He asked, staring at the picture you took mere minutes ago of the eternal sleeping, unflattering expression on his face.

“Um…no…? Okay yes, but you looked so funny.”

Druig scrolls some more stopping over one album and you’ve realized he’s seen…it. “You have a whole album titled silly photos of Druig?”

“Sometimes I just look at it to make myself laugh,” you explain, voice soft to lighten the mood.

He stares at you for a moment in utter betrayal and disbelief before his finger clicks against the screen again, “that’s it, deleted.”

“What? No, they’re too funny!” You shout springing for the phone successfully obtaining it.

“Fine, keep the album. But be warned, now that I know your little secret it’s time I start a collection of my own,” he said, smirk tugging on his lips.

Oh what did you just start.

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lovelyfanatical · 6 months

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Epilogue: Six Months Later...

Well, the end is finally here, fellow Drukkari stans! If you missed any previous installments and need to catch up, you can find them all on my Table of Contents here or just read the full thing on AO3 if you have an account. It's been quite the journey, so if you're still with me, thank you for being here! Now, without further ado, I present to you the epilogue of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

The bag wasn't that heavy, but Druig had carried the damn thing all the way from home to Makkari's apartment to Ajak's place, and his arm was getting rather tired. If Makkari noticed (and she usually did), she said nothing of it. She just flashed him a smile that made his stomach flip, took his other hand, and pulled him insistently up the hill to Ajak's place.

Ajak's house was a medium-sized country cottage that stood on top of a hill. Neither of them had been there before, but she'd sent plenty of pictures of it at various times of day with the invitations in case anyone got lost trying to find the remote building. Before they even reached the top, he heard a chorus of voices calling their names through the open front door as they approached, welcoming them in.

Their series of Bake Off had been airing for the past nine weeks, so Ajak thought it only right to invite everyone to a reunion so they could watch the finale together. After all, only four of them had been in the tent that week, so it was only fair that the rest of them got to experience it together. They'd decided to make it a potluck, with some of them opting to recreate their best bakes from the tent. At Makkari's request, Druig had made his éclairs. She'd opted to make empanadas, and Druig had been carrying both dishes for most of the journey. Makkari had offered to carry the éclairs, but knowing his girlfriend, Druig had kept them safely stowed to ensure the sweets actually made it to the party. Even as he was setting them out, she'd snuck up behind him and stole one off the tray.

As she happily munched away, Druig smirked as he remarked, Leave some for the rest of us, darling.

Makkari gave him a look of mock offense as she replied, I think I've shown great restraint. If anything, I deserve the rest as a reward.

"Oh no you don't! I recognize those," Kingo interjected, snatching one up. He bit into it and sighed heavily. "Whatever demon you sold your soul to for this recipe, can you give them my number?"

"Mine too, if it's as good as Kingo and Makkari say!" Sersi said, looking at Druig pointedly. Somehow, he still hadn't gotten around to sending them the recipe. At the sight of Sersi putting two éclairs on a plate, Kingo let out an affronted huff.

"No fair!" he complained.

"The other one is for Dane!"

"Sure. That plate's gonna be empty when you get back to him."

Sersi's jaw dropped in stunned offense, but before she could respond, Ajak swept in.

"If you're all going to fight over them, why don't we just make these an appetizer?" she said diplomatically. With that, she picked up the tray and began distributing the rest amongst the other bakers.

"Always the mother hen," Sprite remarked as she passed by them.

Good to see you, Sprite! Makkari said, ruffling the teen's hair. A look of annoyance passed briefly over Sprite's face before quickly fading into resignation.

"Good to see you, too, Makkari,” she responded with a slight smile before turning to Druig. "Don't be too gross. There are way too many couples here as it is."

"I have no idea what you mean," he answered, looping an arm around Makkari's shoulders. Right on cue, she planted a kiss on his cheek, causing Sprite to make disgusted noises as she walked away.

"She did the same thing to us earlier," Gilgamesh called from the sitting room, where he and Thena sat by the TV. Makkari was in front of them in a moment, bending down to hug them one at a time.

"Keep an eye on your éclairs," Druig called over to them. Gil laughed heartily while Thena merely raised an eyebrow at him before informing Makkari what he'd said. Makkari just shook her head.

You know I would never! she insisted, but the slightly too innocent look on her face told a different story.

"How are things, Druig?" Gil asked.

"Are you treating our speediest baker right?" Thena added.

"Things have been good for me. What say you, m'darling?" Druig said, turning to his girlfriend.

Very good for me as well, she answered, but Druig wouldn't let me eat all the éclairs and now I'm starving!

"Then go get a plate and eat!" Ajak said, taking Makkari's hand and leading her back to the food. As they left, Thena and Gil both turned to Druig with amused smiles on their faces.

"I was going to surprise her, but maybe I should just tell her I made her a separate batch of éclairs," he confided.

"Good man," Thena replied with an approving nod.

"Wish I'd thought of that," Gil remarked.

They were still chuckling quietly as Druig followed Ajak and Makkari back to the food table. Along the way, he narrowly avoided being run over by Jack, who was giggling and running with an éclair in each hand. Phastos had apparently been chasing him around the kitchen trying to take the éclairs back.

"Save those for after dinner!" he called.

"Everyone else is eating theirs now!" the little boy protested. Even as he said so, Ben had walked over, midway through eating his own pastry. At the sight, Phastos let out a sigh.

"Alright, just this once. And let daddy have the other one."

"Yay!"

Jack trotted over, handing one éclair to Phastos. They raised them as if raising their cups for a toast and bit in at the same time. Jack's face lit up with an enormous smile, and even Phastos gave pause as he considered the pastry.

"That's so good!" Jack exclaimed.

"It is. Say thank you to Druig for making them," Phastos said.

"Thank you, Mr. Druig!" the little boy called over.

"Just Druig. And you're welcome," Druig responded with a small smile.

Before Druig even got to the table holding all of the food, Makkari came over carrying two full plates. She immediately handed one to him, using her now free hand to say, Hurry up! It'll be starting soon.

Thank you, beautiful, he replied, his smile quickly taking over his face. She grinned back as she took his free hand and led him back over to the TV.

They gathered around the TV and ate happily as they watched Gil, Phastos, and Makkari work on their signatures. They'd all done pretty well, though Phastos had had a slight mishap and forgotten to turn on his oven.

"Wow, what a rookie mistake!" Kingo said, shaking his head.

"Weren't you there when this happened?" Druig interjected.

"Shut up, Druig."

A crouton sailed across the room, hitting Kingo right between the eyes. Druig and Makkari high-fived while the others erupted into laughter and Ajak chided them, but as to which of them threw it, no one was quite sure.

"So judgmental. I was stressed!" Phastos protested. "And I still got there in the end."

Indeed, Phastos finished the challenge in the nick of time, and his cake wasn't even underbaked, much to Kingo's annoyance. The room lauded his efforts.

The technical came next, and they all observed with a mixture of amusement and sympathy as the three contestants scrambled to make the perfect braided bread loaf. It was a close call, but Makkari took first place. The rest of the bakers, both on TV and in Ajak's crowded sitting room, applauded silently. Makkari's face lit up with a smile as Druig kissed her hand and said, Well done, gorgeous.

While still entertaining, interest began to wane as the show arrived at the showstopper. After all, they'd all witnessed the end in person. People returned to the kitchen for seconds and desserts, though the éclairs were long gone by now, as Makkari sulkily pointed out. Of course, the sulking ended as soon as Druig told her there was another batch waiting at home. With the winner announced and the room erupting into another round of applause for Gil, they quieted as the episode entered its final few minutes. The air practically crackled with anticipation as words appeared on the screen.

This year on The Great British Bake Off, love was in the air…

There was a murmur of confusion from half the bakers, but the other half, including Druig and Makkari, were smilingly knowingly. On the screen appeared three still images, one of Thena and Gilgamesh, another of Sersi and Dane, and a final one of Druig and Makkari. Their fellow bakers gasped and whooped in surprise. Sprite only rolled her eyes.

The show then transitioned into a montage of Gil and Thena giving each other knowing smiles in the tent, talking to each other during breaks, and Thena hugging him at the final. Text revealed that Gil had asked Thena out immediately after she was eliminated and that they had been together ever since. Next came a series of Sersi and Dane's interactions, with the two making each other laugh during challenges and sitting together during breaks. The video confirmed that they had started dating shortly after Dane was sent home.

"We could've told you that," Sprite snarked. Her remark was met with giggles and shushes.

Finally, the show shifted to Druig and Makkari's moments. Druig felt his stomach turn a bit. While he'd agreed to the montage – Darcy had personally reached out to ask their permission before putting it together – he hadn't gotten to review the footage. Makkari hadn't either, and she reached over again to squeeze his hand reassuringly. He squeezed back as they focused on the screen. The video cycled through footage of them signing jokes to each other from across the tent, Druig's interviews that were clearly conducted by Makkari, the two of them holding hands as they waited to hear the weekly elimination results, the hosts asking Makkari about Druig, making her blush. He might've been mistaken, but Druig felt like their section was going on a bit longer than the other two. Finally, the montage ended with a shot of them walking away from the picnic hand-in-hand and a message confirming that they were now together.

"Wait, was that from the afterparty?" Kingo asked. There were a couple gasps as their fellow bakers realized this as well. Ajak's mouth had fallen open, and she seemed caught between being scandalized and delighted.

"Where are you even going? To go make out in the bushes?" Phastos teased.

I didn't realize they caught that, Makkari observed, a slight blush settling on her cheeks.

"Yeah, I thought we were being sneaky," Druig agreed.

"I thought I kept everyone sufficiently distracted, but I guess I forgot the camera people," Sersi added with a sheepish smile.

The show then moved on, detailing Kingo and Karun's well-documented road trip to visit the other bakers, which Kingo hoped to turn into a documentary. There were a few groans from the audience.

"They already got a whole series. Who'd want to watch more of us?" Gil remarked.

"Lots of people! " Kingo retorted.

"Have you even directed anything before, Kingo?" Druig asked.

"Some internet content."

"How many views?"

"I don't do it for the views!"

This caused quite a few of their fellow bakers to chuckle, but the video had moved on. It then showed Phastos baking at home with Ben and Jack as text revealed that he was now working on a book about baking and engineering, to which everyone else offered their congratulations. The screen then transitioned to a clip of Sprite baking and even laughing with Ajak, as the two had started making TikTok videos together not long after the competition ended.

"See? Lots of people would love to watch more of us!" Kingo said, pointing to the screen.

The credits finally began to roll, and the group broke out into a brief applause.

"Wait, did Ikaris appear in the end?" Dane asked. Although they'd spotted him briefly in Kingo and Karun's road trip, there hadn't been any further revelations on what he was currently up to.

"Well, it wasn't in there, but I think the announcement is already online," Ikaris began, pulling out his phone. After a brief glance, he smiled and looked up as he said, "I'm coming back for Holiday Bake Off."

The room erupted with celebratory cheers.

A little while later, Druig was standing on the porch of Ajak's house looking out at the stars. As happy as he was to see everyone again, it was getting pretty warm inside. He'd come out to get some air, and it wasn't long before the door opened and shut behind him again. Druig knew who it was without looking. A pair of thin but surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his middle, enveloping him in warmth. After a moment, Makkari's hands came up to sign, You're not cold?

He turned around in her arms and spoke slowly so she could read his lips. "No. Are you cold, beautiful?"

She shook her head a bit before answering, Not yet. She smiled as she added, That was a nice surprise from Darcy.

It was, he agreed. Didn't know you had the hots for me since Bread Week.

Makkari's eyebrows shot up. How do you know what week that was? I didn't remember.

I remember your red headband from that week. She raised an eyebrow at this. You were also kneading dough in that clip, Druig replied, a grin spreading across his face as Makkari rolled her eyes and fought back her own smile.

I still don't know how it took you the whole ten weeks to figure out how I felt. Everyone else knew before that!

Well, when did you figure out how I felt? Druig asked. Makkari raised her hands to speak but stopped short. Druig could almost see the wheels turning in her mind as her eyebrows drew together and her lips pursed in thought. He chuckled as he continued, See? Everyone probably figured it out before you as well.

Fine, we were both oblivious! she conceded with a small laugh.

Oblivious to each other, definitely, he agreed. After a moment, he asked, When did you know you liked me?

Makkari tapped her chin in mock thoughtfulness before she answered. The second day.

Druig felt his eyebrows raise at the revelation. Makkari laughed softly at his expression. That early? he asked.

You were so quick to join my investigation. So, I gave you my number, she pointed out.

You also gave your number to Kingo, he retorted.

Kingo exchanged numbers with me, Ajak, and Karun on the first day. He was too intimidated to ask for yours. Druig rolled his eyes before she continued. What about you? When did you know you liked me?

You really don't know? he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. She only looked at him expectantly, brown eyes shining up at him. As always, Druig couldn't resist that look. My beautiful, beautiful Makkari, I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.

Makkari's gaze softened as she replied, Is that right?

Damn right it is. She smiled contentedly at his answer. A moment later, Makkari wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Druig eagerly reciprocated, his arms winding around her waist to pull her closer. It was soft and tender, leaving them both a little breathless. As they leaned their foreheads together, the moment was briefly broken when Druig heard a few voices that sounded like Ajak, Kingo, and possibly Sersi calling their names.

They're calling us back, he told Makkari with a sigh, but she only smiled at him.

They can wait a few more minutes, she responded.

I love the way you think, he replied with a smile.

I love you, my handsome Druig, Makkari said.

I love you, my beautiful Makkari, Druig replied. With that, he kissed her soundly once again. And if a few of their friends happened upon the sight of them and not-so-silently fled the scene, they paid them no heed.

The End

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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Don’t hide.

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: Druig is scared to open up to you.

a/n: something I wrote in the span of two days where Druig is the strong one in the relationship and he has a breakdown after so long of putting his emotions to the side for the reader! also a little inspired by healer by @redheadspark I hope you guys like it!

warning(s): wounds, mentions of violence, hurt comfort, established relationship, argument, fluff, crying, reader taking care of druig, lots of kissing, cleaning wounds, undressing, a bit of suggestive material, 2,212 words, unedited!

Druig gripped the sides of the sink as his breath was hoarse in his throat. The pain surging through his body was enough to make any human pass out, but he was an eternal; he couldn't show pain in moments of strength. Which was why he waited until he could escape from the rest of the group into his room. When he walked into the conjoined bathroom he finally saw his reflection in the mirror, and how weak he looked in his state. His face looked paler than usual and there were dark circles under his eyes. He tried carefully to pull his armor off but he just felt more discomfort when he moved the wrong way.

He thought back to the beach when Ikaris had grabbed him by the neck and drilled him into the earth with such searing hot pain in his chest. He thought he was dead but he heard your cries of agony were all he heard echoing through his ears, so loud that it would’ve shattered the planet long before Timut could. Druig had witnessed the worst of humanity, but nothing made him more grief-stricken than your heartbreak. You felt as though your whole world was gone when you saw Druig fall. When you saw him walking towards you on the beach you felt life breathed back into your soul again. You never felt so relieved in your life watching him suture up to you with a smile as if nothing had happened. But when you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug just wanting to make sure he was real, he winced and you knew something was wrong.

Now that you had your family back you and Druig saw no point in going back to the amazon, the people didn't need you anymore so you both agreed the best thing would be to go back to South Dakota while Phastos fixed the ship for a few days. The engines were running perfectly fine but there needed to be more repairs done. After getting everyone on this ship Druig had snuck off before you could talk to him, so you went to find him but you knew where he was already.

You had found Druig hunched over the sink in his old room and he was pulled from his mind hearing your soft voice call out to him. He felt your hands on his shoulders before he realized you were beside him. You tried to get him to stand up straighter so you could turn him to face you. Of course you would find him in his old room on the Domo, where else would he have gone? you had spent many sleepless nights tangled together confessing your deepest love for one another. Druig shuddered as he stood up but still hunched over.

“Love, we have to take your armor off.” you said softly. You reached for the clasp of his chest plate and the faint click told you it was undone. Before you could go any further Druig grabbed your wrists and you frowned looking down at him. He hadn't met your eye level, his head hung low and his shoulders sunk into his chest. You then finally noticed his lip quivering and his chest heaving.

“Don’t.”

Is all he said. His voice broke under the weight of emotions bubbling to the surface but he held it back. He refused to let you see him cry, vowing long ago that he’d be strong for you always, but his facade was slowly cracking with you here standing over him with nothing but love and affection for him. Your eyes trailed down his chest to see the hole right in the center of his armor. The bruise was evident, black and red swollen skin staring back at you. Your heart sank at the sight of your husband being in so much pain and being too afraid to express it. You wanted to scream, sob into his arms, take away every ounce of pain he felt at that moment. If Ikaris wasn’t dead already, you would've killed him for this.

“Please just let me take care of myself,” Druig says, he didn’t mean for it to come out harshly like he was pushing you away, but that’s exactly what he was doing. You scoffed under your breath, a little hurt that he was trying to get you to go away. You would never leave him for as long as you both lived. One thing that peeved you about Druig was his stubbornness and the need to always prove himself to others. You sometimes wished that he wasn't like that, but regardless you never wanted to change who he was.

“Do our wedding vows mean nothing to you?” you asked.

You shook your head at him as he kept trying to push you away, you didn't move an inch. You could sense the overbearing pain he felt, not just on the outside but on the inside. Druig was walking on a tightrope with no safety net and sooner or later he was going to lose his balance and fall. In the past, he’d always comfort you in trying times but when it came to himself he’d just bury his problems so deep that they would fester over time like a wound. Like the one so evident on his chest now. It was almost like his insides were reflecting exactly what he was going through mentally. You both argued back and forth, refusing to leave his side but he wasn’t having it.

“Can’t you just let me deal with this on my own?!” he snapped suddenly.

You looked taken aback at his sudden outburst, he's never acted this way towards you and it shocked you. It broke your heart to see him like this. Broken, bloodied, bruised, and worst of all you just let him carry himself for so long without a single thought. Guilt washed over you like a cold bucket of water but no more would you let him be on his own this way.

“No, because I promised to care for you no matter what,” you sternly looked him in the eyes but he still looked past you. “For too long now have you suffered on your own and I won’t stand by at watch no longer, It kills me to see you like this, Druig look at me.”

His eyes finally met yours, and you could see he was at his breaking point. He was suffering more than you recognized and cursed yourself mentally for not seeing it sooner. Your irritation diminished the more you spoke and the moment he looked up at you, vulnerability etched all over his features made you soften your gaze more.

“don’t hide from me, please,” you begged.

Druig let out a soft cry as tears flowed freely all at once. You leaned your forehead against his and whispered calmly, continuing to stroke his hair as he cried in your arms. His breathing was uneven as everything he’d been holding in for god knows how long came pouring out of him. You repeated to him over and over how much you loved him and that it was going to be alright. His arms circle around your waist grasping around your back desperately to hold you close to him, you’re careful to not touch his chest because of his wound and you didn't want to hurt him any further. He inhales your scent when he buries his nose into your collarbone trying to calm himself down, you run your fingers up and down his back bringing him down from his plaguing thoughts. You don’t know how long you stand there with his sobs echoing through the room and his body shaking in your embrace but his breathing slows back down.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbles into your neck.

“Don’t apologize,” you say immediately.

You weren't sure exactly what he was sorry for, crying? Taking his anger out on you a moment ago? You understood completely what he was going through, you had experienced it many, many times before. You could imagine what was flowing through his mind right now, and you were determined to comfort him in any way possible. You pulled back from him slightly so that you could see his face again. His eyes were glossy and his cheeks were a dusty pink making a complete contrast to his usual pale color. You cradled his face in your palms to wipe away the tears that were falling and he shivered at your touch, smiling lovingly at him. You asked him whispering if he felt better to which he nodded and sniffled.

“You can tell me anything, I never want you to feel like you can’t come to me with your problems,” you spoke softly. “When you’re ready to open up I will be here to listen.”

He nodded once more and began to take off the top part of his robes. You motioned to help him and he allowed you to undress him the rest of the way until he was just in his boxers. You walked out of the room for a moment to place his suit on the shared bed neatly. You came back to see Druig leaning back on the counter with his hands at his sides. You reached beside him to twist the sink on the warm side while you searched for some kind of washcloth. You find one and walk back over to the sink running it under the now warm water, you squeeze some of the water out. Druig watches you silently as you do this wondering how he got so lucky that the universe had given you to him. How he felt so guilty for snapping at you before because here you were standing in front of him, so gracefully and gentle with your hands gliding over his skin making his heart quicken. He couldn't imagine his life without you, you were his everything.

“Wait,” He voiced.

You froze like a deer in headlights.

“Will you undress as well?” he asks.

You stare back at him blinking and he looks a little nervous. You were both never this nervous around each other, only in the first couple of years of being together. Everything was new and exciting to you both and the uncertainty of where your relationship was heading made you both anxious. But to hear him ask you, plead for you to undress in front of him when he was being so vulnerable was tugging at your heart strings. While he stood in front of you with the softest features and puppy eyes he’d ever given you.

“Please, I just want to feel you.” he connects your foreheads together again. How could you refuse him?

A breath catches in your throat at his words. You nod reaching up to undo all your buttons and things to take off your armor. Druig just watches you with adoration in his gaze, watching the way your hands trail down your hips to pull off your pants, the way your breasts bounce slightly when you pull your shirt over your head. Once you finish and you leave your clothes in a pile on the floor his hands are on you without hesitation. He traces the curves of your sides all the way to your backside gently kneading the flesh there. His eyes burn into your skin as they move up your body admiring how absolutely gorgeous he thinks you are. He would be on his hands and knees for you if you asked it of him without question. At your mercy to do whatever you pleased. His love, his life, his reason for existence. He loved you more than anything and he’d be damned if he ever for once took you for granted or made you leave him.. He couldn't bear the thought of ever hurting you in any way shape or form.

You continued to clean him up with only the sound of the running water filling the silence. Ever so often when you dabbed a spot Druig would hiss but you’d quickly mumble a ‘sorry’ and kiss a new spot on his smooth skin. A kiss to his shoulder, neck, cheek, everywhere to soothe him. When you were done you had found some gauze wrap and ointment conveniently already in the bathroom and wrapped his wound gently. It wasn't perfect but it would do for now until you had to change it later. When you finished you took Druig by the hands and led him to the bed, got under the covers, and held him close. He melted into your touch as you rubbed small circles on his back easing him into serenity.

“Thank you, my love,” he says with sleep lacing his voice as his eyes drift closed.

“Of course,” you reply.

You gave him one last kiss filled with more passion and love than the previous. Your noses bumped as he hummed against your warm lips as his hand fell to your waist, pulling you closer to him. heat swelled in your chest every time you kissed and it felt like everything was going to be just fine. Somewhere deep down you knew it would be when you had one another to take care of.

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redheadspark · 8 months

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i had a small idea yesterday for the prompt session! druig with #’s 3, 15, and 18. maybe with reader after the emergence. they’re both EXHAUSTED and even though druig’s hurt, he still wants to make sure his s/o is okay after fighting. you can change things around to your liking ofc!

A/N - YAS! I do like this a lot for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

Scars and All

Summary - Druig seeks you out after the Emergence

Warnings - angst and fluff mixed together

“How is she?”

“I’m more concerned about you since you took a beating from Ikaris on that beach,”

Druig huffed as Phastos was looking him over with some of his equipment, being ever patient but not willing to sit through a thorough exam. He was sitting on what was left of Phastos’s work table, his armor stripped, and was only sporting his black pants and nasty bruises along his ivory skin. Phastos and Thena were with him and taking the proper measures to check on him, Sersi was talking to a now-human Sprite in the Meeting Room, leaving Makkari to tend to you in your shared room with Druig. Although Druig knew that Thena would hold him down in order for him to get checked over and be cleared, he would rather be with you.

You both took a beating on that beach in order to save the world.

Druig took on Ikaris’s beams head-on, thinking for a split moment that he wasn’t going to make it out alive. It left him both physically and mentally bruised, not to mention the mental fatigue that he endured ignorer to take over the mind of a full Celestial. Throughout the centuries that he has been on Earth, this was truly the first time he felt beyond tired.

Not tired, exhausted.

“Your internal organs are still good,” Phastos hummed as he scanned Druig’s backside slowly and with determination, Druig’s leg bouncing on the workstation table as he was sitting Indian Style. Even his fingers were fidgeting while he was staring dead ahead at the wall. He was half listening, mostly thinking about you and how you were holding up. Seeing you on the beach covered in scratch wounds and pale to the touch made his heart sink. Saving the world didn’t matter to him anymore, nor did stopping Ikaris and stopping Tiamat. All that mattered was you.

He needed to see you and make sure you were alright.

“The bruises are gonna last a bit,” Phastos explained as Druig was still sitting rather impatiently, Thena was watching like a hawk and not moving an inch while Phastos placed his instruments down and gave Druig a brotherly kind of stare, “I can have Makkiar get some herbs to make a paste and make the bruises shrink down a bit.”

“Not a fan of modern medicine I take it?” Druig asked with a hint of sarcasm, though Phastos cracked a grin.

“Modern medicine is too tame compared to what we endured in the glory days,” Phastos hummed, then pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “Plus, we need to be careful since we don’t have Ajak to help us,”

It made the mood more somber in the room, even when it was rue. Ajak was always there to heal them, from the smallest scratches to the more massive wounds that they would get from Deviants. The healing was more than the physical, her soothing tones and words of encouragement for every Eternal. Even Druig, though they both clash plenty of times when it comes to the philosophy of Eternals, admired Ajak all the more and missed her terribly.

“Thanks, Phastos,” Druig replied with a soft smile, hopping down from the workstation table.

“Get some rest,” Thena instructed him with a small tilt of her head to him. Druig nodded back.

“Will do,” He replied walking past both Phastos and Thena to the hallways that lead to the living quarters. He was glad that he was cleared from needing anymore assistance, and he was not thinking about himself at the current moment.

“Couldn’t gone worse for him if it wasn’t for her,” Phastos said to Thena as Druig was walking away, his eyes going right down the hallway and nothing slowing him down.

“She saved his life, as she should since they were meant for each other,” Thena replied in an optimistic hum, which made Druig wish he could smile from hearing that from the warrior herself. He might have been too tired to smile, or simply more concerned about you to smile from the comment. But it still warmed his heart nonetheless, adoring Thena all the more.

Once he made it to your shared room, He carefully and softly opened the door to see nothing but darkness. Your king-sized bed was against the wall, you were nestled amongst the satin sheets and already sleeping with Makkari sitting by your side and keeping a close eye on you.

Makkari, still clad in her armor, saw Druig and immediately sped over to him, She’s okay.

“Thanks, ‘Kari,” He whispered to her as he gestured his head over to your sleeping form, “How bad is it?”

Her cuts are deep, but they’ll heal in a few days, She explained to him, I know how to make a paste for her wounds to make the healing go a bit faster. I’ll make some for you too, I think you two need some rest,

“You might be right,” he agreed, seeing her crack a smile slightly before she leaned over to hug him gently. He hugged her back, feeling her warmth in the embrace. Once Makkari pulled away and slipped out of the room, Druig looked over at your sleeping form with both concerns and warmth.

Warmth that you were alive and still with him in this life, and concern that you took a beating to protect him.

He loved watching you sleep in the past, seeing how soft and content you were as you dreamed away with nothing haunting you. There were even moments when he would watch you and be amazed at how peaceful you seemed to be in a chaotic and ever-grieving world around you. He loved that about you and he wished he had that in himself sometimes.

You had enough love and compassion to fill the both of you up instantly and overflow.

Moving without him making a single sound, Druig lifted the sheet to finally see you. The distinct slash marks along your skin, the deep bruises etched near your neck and hips. It was all too much for him to see. You were never one to harm a fly or start trouble, it wasn’t in your nature. Yet now, you looked so broken to Druig that it made his heart shatter.

Immediately he moved, wrapped you close in his arms, and avoided some of the fresher wounds. You stirred, your head against his neck now as he hummed to alert you.

“…Druig?” You said in a hoarse tone.

“I’m right here, darlin’. Go back to sleep,” He mumbled to you since the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and lose sleep. You moved your arms, grimacing from the drained energy and the tender bruises along your arms.

“You okay?” You asked him. Of course, you would be worried for him and his health, not even worried about your own wounds and exhaustion. Druig loved you for your selfless heart and need to care for others before yourself, both a blessing and a curse for him to witness as the love of your life. He kissed your forehead, feeling his own energy draining within moments from being in a safe space with you and being in one piece.

“I’m alright now,” he reassured you soothingly, “We’re both alright now. Let’s sleep, alright? I got ya,”

As you both slept and healed together, all you both could dream of was your future together. No matter that there was no village to go back to, losing some of your own to both the Deviants and Ikaris at the same time, none of that mattered compared to what you two wanted in your future together. Somewhere quiet and away from chaos, maybe near the sea or deep in the forest. Just you and Druig against the world, scars and all.

The End.

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ava-kedavra · 2 years

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part fourteen: reacquaint

Pairing: Ikaris x Reader

Summary: part fourteen of a fanfiction and they haven’t kissed yet? but don't worry folks shit is heating up in this one! after that we get a catch up, I'm always thinking about pizza and we find out some stuff y/n doesn't even know

Words: 2708

Warning: swearing, some nsfw shit 18+! What can I say I love the idea of face riding a tall good looking man that broods.

link to part thirteen

Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent.

His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.

“You alright love?” His accent is thick, but it’s more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling.

You nod, but he hums, “talk to me, Y/N.”

He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, “Y/N.”

You take a deep breath, “you feel good,” you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.

He gives you a grin, “you like how I touch you?” He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not.

His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.

“I do,” you finally answer, biting your lip, “you make me feel good.”

“Love,” he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, “I always wanna make you feel good.”

His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they’ve darkened.

“Will you let me do that?” He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.

“Hm?” he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.

“So much,” he adds on, going to kiss your forehead.

You can’t take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.

When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.

You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own.

“Y/N,” he whispers, “please,” he’s begging, but he doesn’t know what for.

You don’t say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.

This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.

He’s grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.

He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.

His arms snake around your back and he’s suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.

“Ikaris,” you sigh out, “kiss me” you reach out for him, breathless.

He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You’re about to do it again when there’s a knock at the door.

“Ignore it,” Ikaris pants in your mouth.

“Agreed,” you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.

The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.

“Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!” The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris’ groin as you peck kisses along his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, grabbing your hips to help you move. You grab at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off of his body.

He lifts his arms up to help and when you sit back in his lap to look at him, you have to stop yourself from audibly moaning.

“Oh my god,” you mumble as you trace your finger along his collarbone.

He lets out a chuckle and places his hand over yours, moving it lower towards his v-line.

“Like what you see?” He whispers, accent somehow thicker with arousal.

“Yes,” you immediately reply, your brain more focused on the feel of his hard-on under your palm.

He presses his nose into your neck and you giggle. God you felt like a horny teenager.

The door bursts open before you can even process it. You yelp from the intrusion, pushing yourself closer into your husband, trying to shield yourself.

Bucky strolls in unfazed, gun in hand with Phastos and Bruce behind me, “control yourselves, they’re ready to talk.”

“What?” You turn your head, while trying to push Ikaris from your neck.

He doesn’t budge, but just mumbles ‘no’ into your skin. You rest your hands in his hair and try to control your breathing.

“Fitzsimmons are ready to talk,” Bruce informs, though uncomfortably from the doorway and looking at the ceiling.

“Great,” Ikaris replies, “now get the fuck out.”

You hit his chest, “Ikaris! We have to go.”

He raises his mouth to your ear, “not until I’ve had a taste of you,” he nips your earlobe.

Your face burns as you clear your throat, “everyone out we’ll be there in twenty.”

The door shuts quickly and you crash your lips into his again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you pant against his mouth as he starts to unzip your pants above him.

You lift yourself off his lap so he can pull your pants and underwear down, and when you sit back down on his cock he can feel your juices soak through his pants to his boxers.

“Shit love,” he groans, bucking up into you, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me,” you pop his belt open and rip it off, before unzipping his pants.

You giggle trying to pull them off, but finally manage with his help. He finds the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off your body, groaning at your bare chest.

“Ikaris,” you pull on the band of his boxers, “please fuck me.”

He shakes his head, “we don’t have time,” before you can whine though, he’s kissing your lips, “don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll still make you feel good.”

He grips your hips and slides you up his chest as he lays farther down into the pillows. He lifts his head up and takes a nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan out at the feeling of his toned abs on your clit, the friction making you dizzy.

Ikaris catches onto your hip rolls, and moves his hands along on your hips, helping you.

“That feel good?” His voice is quiet, but hoarse.

You nod, both hands on his chest as you rock against it.

“Here love,” he takes his mouth off you to move you further up towards his face.

Oh.

You audibly whine when he grabs your ass in both palms, lifting you over his face.

You sit up on your knees, hovering over him.

“Are you sure Ikaris? You don’t have to,” you run your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N,” he presses down on your thighs, making your knees fall.

Fuck.

“Ikaris,” you moan back as he languidly licks the inside of your thigh, licking the excess juices from your core.

“Sit on my face, pretty girl,” he says, kissing each side of your thigh, before zoning in on your core.

He presses a kiss to your clit that has you keening, putting your full weight onto your husband's head. He keeps you steady with one hand, as the other grips your thigh.

The noises coming from his mouth and your own are obscene. You’re both fully moaning out, you into the air, but his moans send a vibration right into the bottom of your stomach, making you even louder.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you start rocking your hips against his face as he helps guide you with one hand, the other going up to squeeze the under side of your breast.

“Fuck my face,” he mumbles into your core, flicking at your nipple. You barely hear him through the haze of pleasure, reaching down to grab harder at his scalp, your other hand steady against the wall.

You feel sparks throughout your body, sending zaps through your fingers and toes. You feel your high approaching, but just need a little more.

“Ikaris,” you’re just moaning at this point, barely able to rock your hips. He completely takes over your movement with one hand on your hip, the other reaching up towards your core.

He slides two fingers into your channel with no hesitation, and you can hear the slick noises as he moves them in and out.

“Oh fuck,” you throw your head back, “fuck I’m so close.”

You feel like magic.

“Fuck fuck shit,” you’re babbling at this point, but Ikaris keeps his speed up. His fingers hit right at your g-spot as he sucks on your clit.

You feel like electricity.

He rocks you harder down onto his face, and you’re so so close.

“Ikaris,” you’re barely breathing, “I’m gonna- gonna”

“Cum for me,” he speeds up his fingers and you see stars.

You feel waves of pleasure as you gush against his mouth, arching your back, “fuck Ikaris,” you cry out as you ride your high out.

He continues to ministrations on your pussy until you’re trying to move off of his face, he finally relents and lays you on your back.

“Ikaris,” you mumble out with a smile, “that was amazing.”

He pecks your lips, “I’m glad.”

You look down to see a large stain on his boxers. You look back up to his face to see his cheeks red.

“I uh-” he starts to say, but you cut him off with a kiss.

“That’s so hot,” you say into his mouth, running your hands on his hard chest.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he says into your mouth before pulling away.

He kisses your forehead, “we should get going.”

You groan oat, stretching your arms, “you’re probably right,” you look around the room, “where are my clothes?”

Ikaris gets up from the bed, opening a dresser drawer. He comes back to the bed with a fresh pair of underwear and black leggings.

You lift up the clothing, inspecting it, “are these mine?”

He nods, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What is it?” He asks as you shrug the leggings on.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, still shirtless as you walk up to him, “I guess I was expecting something less modern.”

“I still have all our old clothes from the years together,” he’s casual, grabbing a shirt to put on.

You grab the shirt from him though, using your free hand to feel his chest.

“That’s sweet,” you say absentmindedly, tracing his sternum with the tip of your finger.

He breathes out, “yeah?”

You nod, “yeah,” before kissing him sweetly. Kissing him was addicting. His lips were soft, but firm against yours.

“You keep kissing me like that and we won’t leave this room,” he warns, sliding his hands up your bare back.

“Hm, sounds horrible,” you’re sarcastic as you press your chest against his.

“You’re eager,” his voice thickens as your nipples harden against him.

“So are you,” you smirk, giving him a quick peck before stepping away, “what are my shirt options?”

“Is it appropriate to bring snacks to an interrogation?” You question aloud from your spot in front of the fridge.

“I got blueberries from the farmers market,” Bruce chimes in, sitting at the counter with his laptop.

“We should be having dinner,” Bucky calls out from the dinner table, “I’m in the mood for pizza.”

“Wanda makes the best pizza,” you groan out in front of the fridge, spotting the blueberries, “the sauce is to die for.”

“Sokovian sauce is better,” Bruce agrees and you nod.

You shut the fridge with your hip, blueberries in hand, and turn to Ikaris, “want a snack?” He smirks, “no, I already had one,” he kisses your cheek.

“Yeah that tired me out,” you admit, and he hangs his arm over your shoulder, so you lean into him.

“Hopefully not too tired,” he murmurs into your neck, “I’m not done with you.”

You give him a quick kiss, and smile, “good.”

After talking with Sam and Bucky, you decided that only a few people would be in the interrogation room.

That would include you, Sam, Bucky, Ikaris, Phastos and Bruce.

It was times like these that you missed Natasha. She was the best at this kind of thing. She could get the worst kind of people to talk in five minutes.

“Hey Natty,” you sigh, looking down, “I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

You sit down on the ground in front of the royal azaleas, “turns out I’m not who I thought I was.”

“Now I don’t know who I am,” you admit to the plant, “I don’t know if I really ever knew.”

“I’m married,” you state bluntly, “and I can fly and fighting aliens isn’t as big of a deal as we thought it was.”

You feel the flower between your fingers gently. “Fitzsimmons betrayed me,” you continue, “Morgan started kindergarten and Bucky has a cat.”

“We knew going back in time had its risks,” you take a deep breath, “I just didn’t think I’d lose you when I did.”

You sniffle, “and I know I can take comfort in the fact that you’re at rest,” you take a deep breath, “I just really miss you.”

You pause.

“Natasha,” you start, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to trust,” you continue, “and I certainly don’t know what’s next.”

“I guess what I’m saying is that I wish you were here,” you say, “because you’d know what to do. You always knew what to do.”

“Even when it came down to life or death,” you say quietly, “you knew what to do.”

“And even if I do know what to do,” you let out a shaky breath, “what if I’m not strong enough?”

“You’re the strongest person I know,” you say, “or you were.”

You sniffle.

“Give me strength Nat,” you whisper, placing your hands on the ground to lift yourself up, “I really need it.”

You make your way back into the interrogation room and take a seat between Ikaris and Sam.

“Hey,” you clear your throat, giving Ikaris a small smile.

“Hi love,” he greets, leaning back in his chair.

Bucky walks in soon after carrying a drink.

He sets it on the table, and notices Ikaris’ stare.

You’re staring at your fingers in your lap, picking at them so he’s not subtle.

Ikaris nods towards the hall.

Bucky takes the cue, leaving the room.

Ikaris moves to leave too, but your hand on his shoulder stops him, “where are you going?” You ask, still sitting in the chair.

“I’ll be right back,” he kisses your forehead on instinct, “just gotta use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” you smile, turning to talk to Sam next to you.

Ikaris steps out and nods at Bucky.

“How’d you get them to talk?” He cuts to the chase, crossing his arms.

“You won’t tell her?” Bucky asks.

Ikaris shakes his head.

“I showed them the footage of Y/N in the lab,” he answers.

“Pretending to interrogate them?” Ikaris asks and Bucky nods.

“She was doing it for about five minutes before you walked in,” Bucky adds on.

“It’s a good idea,” Ikaris responds, “thank you.”

“I’d do anything for Y/N,” Bucky tells him, “she’s my sister.”

Ikaris nods, understanding the relationship between the two of you.

“Thank you,” he says again before making his way back into the conference room.

“Take the lead,” Sam offers you, “I’ll be there to keep you on track.”

“Sounds good,” you respond.

“Bucky will be back with them soon,” Sam tells you, “and then we can start.”

Ikaris takes a seat next to you, and you shoot him a smile.

“How are you feeling?” He asks gently in your ear.

“A bit nervous,” you whisper to him.

He places his hand on the back of your neck for comfort, messaging it softly.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. He guides your head with his hand, taking your lips in his. He kisses you deeply before pulling away, leaving you breathless.

“Of course love,” he responds before the door opens.

THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED!!!

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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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beyondspaceandstars · 10 months

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Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it).

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though.

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything.

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village.

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

"Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind.

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked.

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle.

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze.

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would.

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

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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.

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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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redrydersrequiem · 4 months

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Golden eyed phantom ch 1

Pairing Druig x reader

Rating explicit 18+ only minors ageless blank and non unadapted blogs will be blocked.

Plot: phantom of the opera au

Warnings: Some smut (im still learning how so go easy on me) fingering, dream sex, mind control but not dark)

The opera de popular was one of the crown jewels of paris, a place where dreams and nightmares can become a reality. It’s also where young (y/n) (l/n) found themselves living after the untimely death of their only living relative, their father.With no living family and no prospective husband (y/n) would have been homeless if not for Madame Ajak,the kindly dance instructor of the opera and a dear friend to the girls late father.

Madame Ajak became the mother you never knew, kind, caring, always able to cure any physical ailment that seemed to bother her or anyone else, with Madame came Sersi. She was another girl that had grown up in the opera. Madame Ajak was unable to have children of her own so she adopted Sersi when she was just a baby. The young woman was only a few years older then (y/n) and the two became fast friends. Sersi showed you the ins and outs of the opera house, really the ins and outs of Paris. Many times she would take you out and about to learn about your new home and everything in it including the rest of the people that would make up your new family. The first members you met came in the form of Gilgamesh and Thena.

Gilgamesh was the chief of security for the opera house. He was a giant boulder of a man well built and very intimidating at first glance, that is until he smiles at you and turns into the giant teddy bear he is. Always making sure all of us are safe and sneaking in baked goods every now and then. You wouldn’t know just from looking at him but he was an amazing baker, especially his pies they were to die for. With Gilgamesh came his partner Thena,she was gorgeous a goddess without even trying. She was the stunt, fighting and weapons expert for the opera and many other production houses in Paris. Many people thought she was a model but the mere thought made her grimace, “Why would I want to be a model and have to care what everyone thought of me?” Even though she had a tough exterior she was also very kind in her ways. Thena was determined for all of us younger girls at the opera to be able to protect ourselves, teaching everyone basic self defense and warning signs and so on and so forth. She was truly a ferocious mama bear if she wanted to be, to you she just became a protective aunt.

Next up was, without a doubt, your favorite trio, Phastos,Sprite and Makkari. All three worked backstage, keeping the opera house running as fabulously as it does. Phastos was the head engineer/ prop master. If something needed to be built he was the guy, his creations awe inspiring, some looking as though they had come straight out of the future, but he was still humble enough to answer any questions you or anyone had about the devices. Alongside Phastos worked sprite. She was young that was undeniable but boy was she talented, A true artist she was the head set designer and painter. Everything she created was so stunning you couldn’t even tell it wasn’t real. While Phastos was somewhat humble, Sprite was spunky, quick witted and sharp tongue when wronged. She halted being looked down on because of how young she looked and would lay into anyone who belittled her.

Makkari was a completely different story, even though she was deaf that did not stop her. Always with a kind smile on her face she ran around helping pull everything together. She was the resident lighting and stage hand always in the right place at the right time, almost like there were seven of her. When she wasn’t working she would be in the shopping district, dragging (y/n) with her to oogle all the shiny and sparkly Knick knacks, all the beautifully colored fabrics and imports coming in. In fact that's how Kingo was introduced.

Kingo was a fashionista, a real eye for how to make everyone look their best with one look.he was the opera's resident costume designer / understudy. Kingo dreamed of being on stage; he knew all the words, all the songs, everything, but sadly his time in the spotlight had not yet come. Everyone always reassured him his time would come, in fact you would always run lines with him whenever he was feeling down, he was over the top dramatic for sure but so entertaining. Probably the only thing more entertaining was picking on him with sprite and makkari. His reaction to the twos joke always brought a smile to your face, and was almost a bonding experience with the other girl.

During the day there was enough to distract you from your sullen thoughts. In particular the formation of a new found family, always there to relieve you of your boredom and loneliness but at night it was a different story. About a month after you had arrived you sat in the opera's small chapel, lighting a candle for your fathers soul. You guess your gentle weeping is what brought forth the angel's song, but all you really remember is the gentle glowing gold of the candles or at least you think it was the candles but you didn't really care as the feelings of calm wash over you with the soft timber of the angel's voice. At night or really whenever you were alone the angel would speak to you. Teach you the ways of the opera house and the music that went along with it. He was a mystic presence, always there but never in reach.

He invaded your whole life, when not learning from him at night your dreams started turning to him.

It would start with his voice, hearing it in your head as you drifted to sleep, the scene would change to a candle lit backdrop, soft smells of vanilla fill the air, a dreamy feeling wanders around you, then you would feel hands wrap around you. They were strong, long fingers as they wandered up and down your frame. You dare not turn around not wanting the feelings he provokes from you to end too quickly.

You watch as those glorious hands gently slide up your leg taking your thin night shift with them until they reach your core. A branding iron of heat in eloping you as he probes you. Fingers lightly playing with your clit as his lips caressed your ear, words ringing through your very soul it felt

“My beautiful beautiful muse, I've waited so long for you. I’ll never forget the day I first heard your voice, it was like hearing a blessing.”

You couldn’t even articulate words to reply to him shivering as hard as you were from merrily his touch.

“I can not wait for the day you truly belong to me. Mind. Body. And soul”

You feel his fingers stroking in tune to his words. Marking his point deep within your walls, but before you are able to climb to the peak a loud ringing sounds from beside you

“Ignore it”

You try of course but the ringing doesn’t stop. With each ring the scene around you shakes, deteriorating back into the blackness that waits behind your rapidly opening eyes. You sit up in shock, eyes trying to adjust to your bedroom as your alarm rings beside you. Your body still shivering from the after effects of the dream you just had.

Five years had passed, under your teachers guidance your gift bloomed but the only people you would even attempt to try to sing for would be your new family, and that was only light humming. The dreams became normal as well. Usually they happened after working with your mysterious and gracious master. You never learned anything more about him. All you knew was his voice but the one in your dreams seemed to evolve.

First was his hands and then his arms then his legs,his back,even a head of dark brown hair. But never his face. It was starting to vex you honestly, every time waking up from the pure euphoria of those dreams too have reality slap you in the face of how lonely you felt. Not that your new family did not appease your heart, in fact being with them was as natural as breathing. To be honest you couldn't describe what was wrong with you, all you could summarize it as was that it felt like part of you was missing.

A week after your 24th birthday the new owners of the opera appeared and with them came someone familiar.

“Listen up everyone!” Mr Richard's the old owner calls to everyone, all of us currently gathered on the main stag rehearsing the latest show

“I would like to introduce the new owners of the opera Monsieur Nelson and Monsieur Murdock.”

Everyone claps all clambering around to get the best views of the two young owners. You had to admit neither were horrible looking, you thought it was interesting for a blind person to want to buy an opera but it made sense to, even if he couldn’t see the performances, listening to them was the next best thing.

‘Thank you all, thank you we are both very happy to start our adventures in the arts.” Mr Nelson started “We would also like to introduce our generous backer Count Ikaris de solar.” Finished Mr Murdock to when a handsome brunette stepped onto stage to everyone’s approval and applause.

“Ikaris?” You gasped out as everyone continued to clap and awe over the count

“Do you know him (y/n)?” Sersi asks confusingly

“Yes, we knew each other as children. We were somewhat close before his family moved away, I can’t believe that's truly him.”

Before you get another word in, a loud clearing of the throat silences everyone. Mademoiselle Ayesha and her pompous son Adam, step through the crowd in their fine costumes. The madame was the current lead soprano for the opera even though you thought she couldn't sing for shit. Her voice was almost as grating as her attitude towards everyone. Sprite assumed the only reason she was given any parts was because of her stupidly wealthy family and late husband. But you choose not to comment on that. The woman stands there covered in gold and signals to the maestro to start at the top of her aria once more

Oh no she's starting again Sersi says from beside you already getting ready to cover her ears. In fact you can even see the housekeeping staff in the audience stuffing Cotton in their ears. The woman doesn’t get but a few lines in the aria her screeching tone ringing through the stage before the rolled up backdrop above her comes crashing down. The light but sturdy fabric lands on top of the soprano pinning her belly flopped to the stage floor to the shocks and screams of everyone around.

They rush to help the woman up but the damage to her pride is too great. She starts screeching about all the previous accidents directed at her, of all the misfortune and indignity that has befallen her and how she will not stand for it any longer. Mr Murdock simply stands there letting the scene unfold as Mr Nelson loses his mind along the diva as she. Stomps her heel gathering all her things, her son and their people and promptly leaving

The new owners were in a tissy (mostly foggy) wondering how they are supposed to open tomorrow with no star. How this whole adventure is now wasted. Madame Ajak promptly interrupts, saving Mr Nelson from a full melt down, handing the duo a dark black envelope with a giant red wax seal on it.

“Where did that come from?” You ask Sersi

“That confirms it then, It must was the phantom”

“The phantom?”

“Have you honestly not heard the others talk about this?

“No?”

She just shakes her head at you before filling you in on the details

“He's a mysterious person, some say he’s a ghost, others a demon but no one knows for sure. They say he's been here forever always making his presence known. In fact the previous owner used to pay him a monthly wage just to appease him, that and that box number 5 be kept empty for him whenever he wishes. Everything was going well but this past couple years he has gotten a little more devious.

“Why?”

No one really knows, and everyone’s afraid to ask or look around afraid they’ll never be seen again.

Before you can ask sersi more your name is being called.

“(Y/n)(l/n) can do it.”

What?” You had missed the conversation between the two new owners and Madame Ajak

One of your dances can replace the star diva from the past 5 years.? Your sure about that?

“Foggy why don't we give the girl a chance”

“Matt this is doing nothing for. My nerves

You stand there like a deer in headlight hoping you could somehow slip to the back and out of sight but Sersi sees you growing anxiety and gently but firmly directs you towards Ajak.

Madame gently took you from her daughter and lead you to the center of the stage

“Madame what,,,,but,, I,,,”

“It will be alright dear. I've heard you practice these last couple of years when you sneak off at night, and i know your teacher has taught ypu well”

“My teacher?”

Ajak just gives you a knowing look before she turns towards the maestro and nods at him leaving you standing there as everyone watches.

You hear quiet cheer from stage left where your little opera family all stand giving you thumbs up and right smiles, trying to ease your nerves, though it doesn’t really help, it's not till you look up towards the grand chandler that that gentle calming glow envelops your senses once more.

“From the top of the aria mademoiselle”

The band picks up and the music begins to play

To be honest you don't remember much after that. It was a whirlwind of activity. Being swept off stage and quickly fitted into costumes, stage managers telling you where you need to stand, color spotting you with lights all the fixing basically to make it seem like you were always meant to be in the role.

You didn't know that while you sang your heart out on stage a certain young count had finally taken notice of you

“(Y/n)?”

“That’s the girl that used to follow you around?” Count Arishem Ikarus’s father ask begrudgingly

“Yes father that's the daughter of that famous violinist tha lived near our old summer home.”

“Well, well we may have found ourselves a diamond in the rough after all. The elder count scrutinizes the crowd all gawking at the peasant, like she's a princess. All he sees is an opportunity to boost his family further, the gears of his plan already forming in his mind.

Phantoms pov

There she is at last! Right where she belongs, my beautiful beautiful muse.

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