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spellwell · 1 year ago

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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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alohastyles-x · 1 year ago

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Part 2

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

Part 1 | Masterlist |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could do that…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later?

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded.

Sure. McCrakens?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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trinitytheorphan · 1 year ago

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“Achilles Come down!”

Title: “Achilles come down!”

OneShot: Druig x GN! Eternal!Reader

Warnings; Suicidal thoughts, and attempt. Mentions of depression, unrequited love, negative thoughts. And um Fluff at the end.

Druig Stood at the top of the temple. He was already about to jump off the roof of it. You turned to him. He was the man whom you loved deeply, but you’d never tell him. “Druig, Druig please come down! Get off that roof!” You yelled as you tried to get him to stop. He turned to face you, a pained expression on his handsome face. He stood silently as he studied your face, trying to understand why you wanted him to stop himself from jumping off the roof and ending his life.

“Please get off the roof!” You told him again as you gestured for him to come back to you. You both stood on the top of the temple. You were loosing your balance and wanted him to come to you.

Jump do it! Jump! No one wants you here! Don’t you want to end your suffering! Forget her she won’t do anything to stop you if you do Jump. Said the voice in his head, urging hi, to jump and end his life.

You stood there, as he sat on the edge of the temple. It was almost midnight, you guys should be sleeping.

“You want the acclaim, you want our help!” Said the negative voice his mind.

“it’s not worth it Druig, don’t listen to your mind!” You said softly as you sensed his conflict.

“Your willing to jump, be done with it and jump!”

“Your worth more, Druig! Worth so much more than this!”

“You want my opinion, so I gave you my opinion!”

“No one asked for your opinion!”

“You want my council, so I gave you my thoughts.”

“No one asked for your thoughts!”

“Be done with this now and jump off the roof, Druig!”

“Can you hear me Druig, I’m talking to you!”

“Be done with this now, and come get off the roof with me.”

“Can you hear me, Druig, I’m talking to you! Don’t leave me here all alone! Please I love you! Don’t leave!”

He snapped out of his negative thoughts as you said you loved hi,. He didn’t believe it, you barely talked anymore, you barely even spoke, he loved you dearly, but you suddenly stopped being around and he was scared you knew how he felt, and left. He turned and looked you in the eye and said,

“I love you too, i won’t leave you ever!”

#druig x reader angst #druig x eternal!reader #druig x reader #druig x y/n #druig angst #barry keoghan #druig imagine

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 2 years ago

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Druig

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

@stranger-nightmare

🦋 sun dresses 🦋 shower 🦋 little games 🦋

@buckyhoney

🦋 kyphi 🦋

@clints-lucky-arrow

🦋 jealousy 🦋

@get-your-fics

🦋 eyes on you 🦋

@eviewritesoccasionally

🦋 non-con request 🦋

@rosegold-darling

🦋 spectral tease 🦋 seduce and maim 🦋

@inklore

🦋 soft dom 🦋 cockwarming 🦋 getting you off 🦋

@greenorangevioletgrass

🦋 temper 🦋

@barnes-n-nobles

🦋 his clothes 🦋 innocent 🦋 i'll take care of you 🦋 192 🦋

@wannabevampire

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@wickeddruig

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shadowbriar · 2 years ago

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Druig - Delirium

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

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

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

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

“You’re kinda cute,” She comments.

The boy laughs, “Kinda?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

—-

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiles, looking away from her friend.

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

You know where to find me..

—-

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

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I want to feel the rain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

“Do you still have that dream?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on.”

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

Her therapist’s brows furrow, “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

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

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

“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”

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

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

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

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

“I love you,” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods with a weak smile.

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

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

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boy bites his tongue.

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

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

“I know, I know.”

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

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

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

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

“Druig..”

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

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

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

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

“About what?”

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

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

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

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

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

He remains still, cold as stone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, I understand.”

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

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

She nods, smiling, “I know.”

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

“Are you ready?” He asks.

She nods weakly, smiling.

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

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

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Milo

Summary: Druig finds a message from an old friend, and his heart breaks all over again

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and grief

A/N: I HAD to write an angsty piece with Druig, and angst is not my forte! I hope you all like it :)

Druig was sitting on the edge of his bed, the view of space right outside his window and the scattered stars making the picture for him in what he was feeling inward: stillness, vast openness. Loneliness.

Yeah, loneliness was kicking in.

The last few days were nothing but a blur to him, having both mental and physical reminders of all that occurred. It would be some time for Druig to really let things settle. But the fact of the matter is that it was too raw, too much to just let go. He knew the others were in the same boat as he was, if not a bit less or more. Who knew, Druig never wanted to ask, he had other things to worry about or think about.

Walking away from Earth for the first time since he arrived seemed like the best idea, given the circumstance he was in. The village he created and looked after for the last 500 years would be fine without him, none of them were ever held captive or held against their will to stay with him. He had no real home or a place to stay to call his own apart from the jungle, so the Domo was the next best option. Makkari and Thena came on the Domo, wishing to find other Eternals that could be out in the universe and beyond. Druig was pondering that same theory too when they all learned of their true nature and objective. Of course, Druig had his suspicions of Arishem for some time, long before they all found out about the Emergence and that they were created to help destroy planets. But now it was certain: Arishem was not to be trusted.

Druig has dealt with loss more within the last few days than he ever thought he would, personally and intimately. Although he has seen humans murder one another throughout the centuries and throughout his time on the planet, he grew a calloused shield in a sense. It still pained him, mostly because he was told to never intervene and to never stop the actions since it was part of their evolution and their time on the planet. But there was never a death that was close to him, almost part of him really, that shook him to his core. Up until a few days ago.

The loss of Ajak and Gilgamesh was bad enough, and Druig was sad that he was never going to see them again. He always had a history with Ajax, butting heads with her and never seeing eye to eye when it came to her allegiance to Arishem. Yet the guilt of knowing that she loved the humans as much as he did, he wished she was alive to ask for forgiveness. And for Gilgamesh, Druig always loved his joy and optimism about life and the people around him. Seeing Gilgamesh be devoted to Thena and her well-being, doing anything he can to keep her safe and her mind intact, made Druig wish he had that with someone.

He rubbed his fingers along his eyelids, feeling the tension all over his body and the grief weighing down on him. There was still one mystery that Druig has yet to uncover, and it was eating him alive. The seed was planted a few days prior, out in the small countryside in rural Scotland, back when Druig was going to be an old friend again.

That wasn’t the case.

He felt something rub against his foot, his eyes opening up again and looking down along the floor. Next to his bare feet, an orange form of some kind. Fur, soft and yet tough fur that was against his pale ankle, and a long tail curling around his ankle with ease. Druig cocked his head, seeing the head of the animals finally perk up at him.

An orange tabby, wearing a unique collar.

“Hmm,” Druig hummed to himself, reaching down to touch the top of the cat's head. The cat instantly purred and molded against his palm. Druig was never one to be fully fond of cats, he tolerated them back in his village since they would help with the pest problems and be great alarms for night raiders. But still, they were okay and hard to deal with at times since they were independent. Yet now, out in the middle of space, he was giving love and affection to a simple cat.

A simple cat who belonged to someone he loved.

The collar around his neck was one he’s never seen before, a small pendant on the front of the collar that was dangling and almost sounding like a bell. Drug finally got down on the level of the cat, scratching the back of its ears to see the pendant there. He’s yet to see it in full since getting the cat on the Domo was already a surreal moment to begin with. Cats were never one to really trust a stranger, not how Druig remembered it. But this one, in particular, took to him as if Druig was its master. How strange.

“You’re odd one, aren’t ya?” Druig murmured, his voice heavy and still laced with tiredness and a hint of grief as he moved his fingers over to the pendant. Carefully and without disturbing the little cat, he took off the collar with a soft click, wishing to examine it better. But once he had the collar in his palm, seeing how small it was and well worn, a light shined from the top of the pendant and Druig nearly dropped it. The light morphed into some kind of image, the flicking of the light made Druig see what it was and he was shocked.

A face, a holographic face. Your face.

Druig dropped the collar on the ground, though your face stayed illuminated in front of him and hovering over the cat collar. His eyes were on yours, seeing the roundness of your cheeks and the cool look of your bright eyes that always reminded him of the gray storms over the open ocean. Your hair, the same shade of warm fall leaves on the ground, clenched at Druid’s heart and made Druig only wish to reach out and touch it with his fingers. But the look you were giving in this message, it had to be a message, it was rather grave. Or solemn. He had no clue.

“If you are seeing my face, that means two things happened: One is that you’re an Eternal, only because of the energy an Eternal carries is linked to this metal that I conceived and carried. No other energy, including human energy, can activates this message by touch, so I know this is in the right hands. Secondly, it means I am dead. Or about to die. Either way, I’m already dead by the time this plays.”

Hearing your voice made Druig feel tears already along his eyelashes, the heaviness of his throat was felt and his fingers clenched in his lap so tight. He knew this was merely a message, but in his mind, he wished it was real. He wished you were there in front of him, with your warm tone of voice that reminded him of the summer sun, or your touch along his skin that felt like the first snowfall in winter. It was both a great and sick feeling, seeing a here message of you and earring your voice that almost seemed real. Almost.

“If you have this in your possession, then that means something happened and we are all together again. I hope it’s something that you all can figure out on your own, and I wish I was there to see you again. But this is a warning, and I want to warn you all before it’s too late. Deviants are back….and they’re coming for me.”

Druig sat up from the mention of the creatures, his eyes going big from hearing that from you.

“At first I thought I was imagining it, since the last time we ever had to deal with Deviants was back when e were all…..all together,” You paused in the message, almost grimacing from the memory of that night when you all split apart. Druig did too, looking down for a moment and remembering all that happened. Thena’s Mahd Wy Ry, Druig in a rage for not helping the humans that were being slaughtered in front of them, and leaving them all behind. Leaving you behind. Druig would forever remember your face in his mind, heartbroken and in mourning as he turned his back on you.

Druig would forever regret it.

“But I know when I see the future, and I saw them coming here to my home. I saw it first three days ago, and then two days ago, and now….now they’ll be here within 10 minutes. There’s not much I can do on my own, and if what I saw in my prediction was correct: they are stronger than what we are used to. Somehow they’re stronger and deadlier, and I saw my death happen. I cannot change the future once it is set in motion, I know that. So I’m…I’m ready to die.”

How could one be ready to die? In Druig’s mind, it made no sense. It pained him to see how calm and collect you were on the message, there was no sign of fear or regret there within your eyes and along your lips. You were merely at peace, at peace knowing that your life was about to end.

“I hope you all find this and take this warning to heart, be careful and mindful of these Deviants. They’re not like the ones we have fought long ago, almost like they were engineered by something, or someone, else. Either way, they’re coming for me and then they’re coming for you. I can only hope you all are together again to fight them since we were better together than we were apart.”

You paused, looking away for a moment almost to collect yourself. Druig watched hopelessly, wishing once again he could reach out and give you some kind of comfort. He always hated it when you saw a future and there was no way you could change it. Just in the way he couldn’t control the humans and stop them from bringing harm, you couldn’t stop the future once it was set in motion. It was one of the first common traits you two shared together that Druig loved.

“I wished I would have seen you all again,” You admitted, looking back in front of you and Druig seeing almost the tiniest hint of pain in your orbs, “We all went our separate ways, and although it was for the best, I still missed all of you. Sersi’s kindness, Kingo’s humor, Sprites’s sarcasm, Phastos’s brilliant inventions, Gilgamesh’s gentle soul, Thena’s ambitious drive, Makkari’s smile, Ajak’s leadership, Ikaris’s assertiveness….. Druig’s love,”

Druig pushed away a tear that was falling down his cheek from the mention of his name. That tear he felt in his heart was getting bigger and wider, almost like a canyon instead of a small gap and he felt there was no way to make it short again.

“I just want you all to know…I love each of you. I would have loved to have gone back to Olympia with you all, and maybe I’ll see you there after I die. Who knows, but I do know that I don’t regret being on this planet with you. All I ask is for you to take care of this planet, it’s a good planet with good humans on it. All we’ve seen and experienced here is good, chaotic at times, but good. And…take care of each other. We are family after all.”

The hologram went off instantly, the room going dark and leaving Druig again in the quietness of his room.

Druig sunk back against the side of his bed, replaying that message over and over in his mind as the orange tabby cat was now curled up around his foot, rubbing against his leg and falling asleep nice and content with Druig. Druig felt like he was punched in the gut and stabbed in his side, beyond raw to say or do anything else.

How could he not have reached out to you after he left? He was far too stubborn in his ways when he was in the village to even let the others know if he was safe and happy. You would have wanted to know, Druig knew that for a fact. You two were thick as thieves, almost in tune with one another. He was even bitter that you chose to stay with the others in the temple, thinking you two were closer than you were and that you would follow him. Instead, he set heartbreak, maybe thinking he made the wrong choice.

Not in going with his beliefs, but for not telling you his feelings towards you.

Druig looked back down at the cat, who was already asleep with the tail around his ankle and his put nice and loud in the room. He had it chuckle, finding it a bit funny that he found this cat at your cottage. Well, what was left of your cottage. He looked at the pendant on the collar once more, turning it over to the backside, and the small engraved mark that was along the metal.

With a raised eyebrow, he touched the engraved D with the top of his finger. Once again, there was light in the room as your face reappeared in front of Druig.

“Druig, this message is just for you,” You said on the hologram, Druig’s attention was once again on high alert as you took in a long breath, “I wanted to give you a separate message because….because I have something I wish to tell you. I know you’re with the others, and perhaps you’re watching this alone, and I know they had to convince you somehow to get back together since you’re stubborn in your ways. But….but I hope you’re okay with your life,”

You grinned on the hologram, Druig tearfully grinning too.

“Makkari told me she saw your village about 100 years after you left us, and she told me your village is beautiful and thriving. I wish I could have seen it, knowing you and how you care about the humans, it would have been a sight to see. I should have been braver and followed my gut, like you, but I was afraid to. And for that, I’m sorry for not going with you into the jungle. Just so you know Druig, I would have in a heartbeat,”

Druig drew his knees to his chest to rest his chin on top of his knees, feeling more like a child than anything with wide wonder and disbelief as he was hearing you say such things.

“Out of everyone, you were the one I was closest to. I saw your heart, no matter the callouses and how minty times you tried to hide it breaking from the humans, and I found it to be one of the most beautiful hearts I have ever seen Druig. You had no pride in yourself, and sometimes I think the others would benefit from learning from you when it comes to not taking in any pride. Especially Ikaris, him and his ‘Golden Boy’ Persona,”

Druig chuckled, a tear grin on his face as you kept talking and grinned widely.

“My first regret is never following you to the jungle, and the second is….never telling you that I loved you.”

If time had the ability to stop, everything would have gone still in that moment when Druig heard those words.

“Cowardice is a funny thing, it can keep a person from taking a risk or a leap. Even an Eternal can sense and feel it, and I never thought it would be me. But love is another tricky thing to navigate, and I have suffered from it too. Yet still, even after so many years and all of my time alone, I never regret falling in love with you. Because loving you made me feel as though I could fly, that I could produce my own energy like the sun, or even just….just being profoundly happy,”

“But it was never my place to tell you, I didn’t think it was. Our paths were never meant to be, and that had to be my reality. But I know I have to tell you now before it would never be said because I know you had doubts about your worth and if anyone would ever love you. Druig, you are more loved than you could ever imagine,”

Druig could think back to the plenty of times you two were together, long before Druig left you and the rest of the Eternals behind. You two would chat together about everything and anything your heart desired, Druig wished to hear every premonition that you had and help you decipher what it meant, you would discuss his thirst to help humanity and keep the humans safe. He enjoyed your company, far more than the others. There was no doubt you had a special place in his heart, and now to have your own feeling be presented to him after your death, Druig felt as though, for a split moment, he missed his chance.

He knew he missed his chance, and he was regretting it more and more.

“You don’t deserve to hear all of this though, Druig. You deserve a long and happy life, on this planet or back home in Olympia. I know you have doubts about Arishem and what you can do for the humans, but if you could be one favor while you’re still on earth.”

Druig would do anything for you at this point. It didn’t matter if he never said goodbye, nor did it matter that he never saw your face one last time. All that mattered was that you were thinking of him, in your very last moment alive before you would be murdered, and that was what broke Druig’s heart even more. Druig merely wished to turn back time, to go back and stop himself from leaving you behind. Or to even take you with him, and maybe you both would have a life together that would be bearable.

When Druig and the other Eternals found your cottage, perched and nestled in the countryside and was halfway destroyed, it broke Druig’s heart. To see all of the craftsmanship that you place in making that little house your home now almost reduced to rubble and dust along the green grass and the little river trickling by in front of your flower garden bed.

He did love you, Druig was never to say he was never in love with you. You brought light to his darker days, hope to his times of despair, and strength when he was weak. Maybe he was oblivious to the fact that he loved you, and made he too was afraid to act on it like you were with your own love for him. You both were afraid to jump, and now there was no hope of trying again.

“I want you to live, Druig,” You said softly, your voice the softest tremor in his room that float along the walls, “Not just live from morning to night. But really live: go see the world that is out there beyond your village and out of the jungle. The world is big and full of goodness, much more than you can ever imagine or you’re ever dared to dream. All you need to do is go, go out there and see all that the humans have done”

Druig still felt his heart falling and yet flying at the same time. Even while he left his village behind and save the planet, he still left as though he left behind on Earth when he walked up onto the Domo ramp and sped away into outer space. You loved being on Earth, Druig saw it the moment you stepped foot on the surface for the first time. He would have wished to see you those 500 years, exploring all that there was to explore. Perhaps backpacking over the mountaintop, or going along the vass desert plains. You would have drank it all in and have the thirst to see more. And maybe, in some other life, Druig would have joined you.

He could imagine it all: you two traveling the world together and seeing all that the humans have done. Druig would have had you drag him from continent to continent, trying all the food and cuisine that would expand your taste pallets, Seeing all the colors of nature, and the humans. The humans filled with joy, the humans filled with hope.

The humans and their love for their planet.

“The cat that carries this message is special to me, please take good care of him,” Druig looked down at the now sleeping cat, the tail still wrapped around his ankle and his paws under his head, “His name is Milo. Such a funny name for a cat really, but he was the runt of his litter when he was born in my barn. I didn’t have the heart to give him away, so I kept him and he’s been nothing but good to me. He’s a good cat, and he reminds me of you because he loves food and he scowls whenever he has the chance. But he also knows a good person when they come along, he can read into them and sense if they have a good heart. So I think you two will be perfect together,”

Druig, on instinct, reached down to touch the top of Milo’s head and rubbed the fur, Milo mewling softly in his sleep and stretching out very slightly from the contact.

“Druig, just remember these two things for me,” You finally said to him, Druig looking from Milo over to your face now as he knew the message was about to be over, “One, don’t be afraid to live here on Earth and see all that there is to be seen. And two, you are more loved than you can ever imagine. Don’t ever forget that, ever. I hope we met again in Olympia, I think we will, and I can’t wait to see you again. Goodbye Druig, and take care.”

The hologram was now done, the room going dark again and Druig was left in stunned silence.

Everything was coming over him like an ocean wave: anger, sadness, defeat, remorse, grief, heartbreak. It all felt too much and not enough at the same time, perhaps it was because all of those two minutes of hearing you talk to him as if you were in the room was overwhelming him. Maybe also It was because he never thought he would see you like this again.

Druig freely cried on the floor in his room, letting the tears fall and just take over for a few moments. There was nothing else for Druig to do. You were gone, even before you were dead you were gone since you two were never together. He was mentally kicking himself for not fighting harder for you, for not acting on his feelings, and for letting you know he loved you more than reason. But then again, the sick way that time worked, he would have to go on.

So as he went to bed that night with the galaxy in front of him through the window, he dreamt he was with you again. That you visited him in his Amazon Village and all was well. Milo was curled under his arm, purring away and content with his new owner and new human, somehow knowing that Druig needed his love. He did, and he vowed to protect the little cat with all his might.

The one last piece of you there was left in his world.

The End.

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chiefdirector · 2 years ago

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Could I request angst headcanons for dating Kingo and Druig, poly relationship, please

Poly! Kingo, Druig, and GN!Reader Angst headcanons

I think there would be two major points for angst in a poly relationship with Kingo and Druig and that would depend on if their partner was immortal or not

If their partner was immortal:

I feel like the main point of angst and grievance would come from the romance slowly fizzling out over the years

It would be nobody's fault.

yeah, Druig could've tried a little harder to plan dates

of course Kingo could have spent less time working and more time with his lovers

but in the end, it would all dial down to the allure of discovering something new in the relationship

Bickering would turn into arguing and arguing into full blown fights

Slowly, you would all become worn down, and part ways.

The love you hold for each other being the downfall because the love you had for each other made you fight hard (and in the end not hard enough) for a relationship that is doomed to fail

If their partner was mortal:

If their partner was mortal, Druig would fall madly and deeply in love, (maybe even quicker than with an immortal partner) only for the realisation that they could maybe have fifty or sixty years together before age and illness caught up with them

He would pull back from his partner

Starting with small excuses

"I have to tend to the villagers"

"Sersi has asked for my assistance..."

Each trip would last longer and longer, until he would be tempted to never return

Druig knew he couldn't handle his partner dying, it would break him and Kingo. He would never be the same.

Knowing this, he would urge Kingo to join him, saying that you deserve a relationship where you could grow old with your partner.

Kingo would reluctantly agree, but he couldn't just leave you

So he would watch you slowly age from a distance and tell himself that it is for the best.

but he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years ago

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Treacherous (19)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst toward the end 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: didn't think i would keep my March 27 posting promise but i did! for that reason it's slightly unedited, fair warning. Also, I was listening to the new fall out boy album this weekend and one song on the album has the lyrics "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" and idk guys i think that really resonated here

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"What do you think?" You asked Druig as you slid into a booth at the back of the diner. You didn’t know what kind of response you were hoping for but you two hadn’t said anything to each other since admitting you had missed him. There hadn’t been any awkwardness or tension that you could sense but you still felt some nerves creeping up and just had to say something.

This included asking him his opinion on a diner that was cosplaying the 1950s.

"It’s…quaint," Druig replied after seemingly forcing himself to look at the cheesy decor.

You felt like a train hit you as you remembered where you were and who you were with. "I’m sorry I took you to a retro diner, that seems really silly of me given the fact…" You motioned in Druig’s direction. He looked humored by you. "Well, you know what I mean. I’m sorry, this is—,"

"Weird."

You sighed. "But not in a bad way."

Druig chuckled. "No, not in a bad way. This is good. At least, I think it’s good." He cleared his throat. "But it is different."

You shifted against the plastic vinyl lining of the booth. "The village is really gone, yes?"

He nodded. "We managed to save some remnants of it here and there but, yes, it’s gone."

Not sure what to say, what could even be useful in a time like this, you glanced down at your menu laying in front of you on the table. You knew what you were going to order the moment you recommended the place but right now your focus needed to be somewhere else just for a second.

You were still feeling a lot, to say the least. Being away left a powerful bitterness but reuniting brought a wave of other emotions, especially when you and your soulmate had such special circumstances. Reuniting seemed like the goal but it wasn’t the ending. The credits weren’t rolling, the movie was still playing, and you had to bring yourself to realize there was a lot for you two to face.

"You’ve become popular," Druig said, cutting through the sudden silence.

You forced yourself to glance back over at him. "What?"

He smirked. "The internet forum. That post was yours, wasn’t it? If not, you and whoever wrote it could be best friends. Seem to have a lot in common."

You closed your menu. Druig hadn’t even touched his. "You—You saw that? How…"

"I may be old but I know how to access the internet," he replied. You shot him a look, completely unconvinced. He sighed and buckled under the weight of your stare. "Alright, Sersi found it. She showed it to me before I left for New York."

You fiddled with the corner of your menu as you tried to hunt for something to say. You admittedly hadn’t considered any of this when you wrote the post. You didn’t expect it to gain any traction and you certainly hadn’t expected your soulmate to ever come across it. Foolishly, you knew that now, but it was such a grey area of time and a release was imminent.

A waiter came by to take your orders, thankfully allowing you a couple more minutes to ponder over how you would respond. You happily recited your order and Druig followed suit, ordering something generic and simple. It was evident he had his focus on you and, more importantly, your response.

"I didn’t mean for it to turn into anything," you explained once the waiter left you two alone again. "I… I’ve spent so much of my life reading through those forums and learning about other people’s stories that I wanted to contribute. I wanted to just get it out there, share my experience, and maybe someone would find interest or even comfort in my…our story. It certainly wasn’t meant to go viral." You paused. "Are you upset about the post?"

Druig fiddled with the silverware in front of him. "No, darling, I’m not upset about it. I was a little…shocked at first but after I read it… Well, I guess I was a bit flattered."

You felt your cheeks get warm. "Flattered? Really?"

"After everything we’ve been through, all the disagreements and tension, I was quite pleased to see you still cared. Even after that time separated, you still cared enough to share what we’ve been through." Druig shifted in his seat as his gaze averted to the colorful table between you two. "I know this…soulmate thing can be intense but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that feared I’d never see you again—that you’d never want to see me again—and am I relieved to be wrong."

"You really thought that?" You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper. Your throat suddenly felt dry.

"Well, can you blame me?" He shrugged. "We were the definition of ‘rocky.’"

The word ‘rocky’ was such a kind way of putting it. You two were almost complete chaos but, in hindsight, the situation you were put in wasn’t exactly traditional. Most soulmates do not move in with one another immediately upon meeting. Forced proximity seems ideal in the woes of it all but you were now the one to advocate against it.

"Yeah, we were something," you sighed. "I guess we are still something, right?"

"If you want to be," Druig replied. He was almost timid in his response. None of this felt real but you refrained from trying to pinch yourself.

"Where do we go from here?" You asked as the waiter returned to deliver your meals. It was such a shame — it looked delicious but your appetite was teetering on and off as this conversation progressed. You hadn’t really wanted to be the one to ask the question, you didn’t particularly like how many answers it could produce, but someone had to face it. Neither of you was sitting here expecting rainbows and sunshine all the time now.

"I… Where do you want to go from here?" Druig asked softly. Your meals cooled steadily. They looked like e fence separating you two.

There were moments in your conversation where, if you focused hard enough, you always felt like you two were back in your own world. Back in that forest, among the villagers. Back in the life that was everything and nothing all at once. But reality kept knocking at your brain and it was hard to ignore that you were truly in your world.

"You know," you muttered, "there is one thing I guess we never really discussed… I mean, we did briefly, but it wasn’t…"

"What is it?"

"Actually, I don’t know if I want to say—,"

"Shall I force you to spit it out?" Druig challenged. The playfulness in his tone was the only thing keeping you from throwing your drink in his face.

"You’re immortal and I’m not," you finally blurted out, almost loud enough for the entire establishment to hear. If the oldies station wasn’t practically blaring from the above speakers, you two would probably have a lot of explaining to do.

But it didn’t matter to you at that moment if anyone else heard. Only one certain someone had to hear. And he did. And he physically recoiled at the statement. You knew it wasn’t fun for you to think about it, and it certainly wasn’t exciting to hear your parents’ concern, but it was reality.

You two could ride off into the sunset but what happened when the sun actually set?

In an odd move, Druig took a bite of his food. You weren’t sure how he had an appetite at the weirdest time.

"Believe it or not," he said, "you’re not the first to bring this up to me in the past week."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I guess to everyone else it’s the biggest issue between us."

You frowned, instinctively. "What, is it not an issue?"

"It’s not not an issue," Druig agreed, "but let’s not ruin this moment. We can speak about it at a later date, yes?"

"What—At a later date?"

"Let’s focus on us right now," he said, interrupting you with little to no hesitation. You were suddenly reminded of how he always knew how to take control—in more ways than one. "I don’t plan for us to stay in New York."

"What?" He didn’t plan—what? Your hands gripped the edge of the table. Why was this conversation moving a million hours a second? You felt like you were on a rollercoaster getting jerked around at every corner. Was Druig nervous? Scared? You could sense some displeasure but this seemed next level.

You hadn’t meant to start any issues, you just thought now was the time to really have serious conversations about the future. The time in the village felt like a trial run. You both had survived. Now come the real acts.

"We can travel, see the planet. I know there’s probably so much of it you’ve never seen," Druig replied. "Maybe we could even find a spot just for us two."

"Maybe we should slow down," you pleaded. "There’s nothing wrong with New York, at least for now. I just reunited with my family, and I’m looking for a job, so we can start here. We have time, we can figure it out, okay?"

But that didn’t seem to please him in the slightest. "No," he snapped, "I have time. You don’t. I have endless days to spend walking around here and whatever other city this planet chose to construct. I can do it all but…"

The band-aid hurts so much when it’s ripped off. "Druig, I… I’m not going to disappear tomorrow. You made sure of that," you commented with a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood you had seemingly brought down. But he didn’t react. You sighed. "We have years, decades, to spend together. I’m really sorry I brought it up, it was unnecessary I guess—,"

"When all you have is time," he muttered, "nothing is really that long. Especially when you’ve faced the end."

You felt hints of grief creep up on you. The tattoo on your wrist started nudging at you. "It seems almost cruel," you said, "that you should have a soulmate who ages and I have one that doesn’t."

"This planet is full of mysteries," he agreed. "No matter how much time you’ve spent on it, there’s always something unusual."

"What do we do then?"

Druig let out a defeated sigh. Neither of you had answers the other one was going to love. "I guess we can spare one night in New York," he offered as a compromise. You were finding your footing as a couple.

You couldn’t help the smirk creeping its way on your face. You couldn’t help it — you liked winning against him. You liked knowing you had that bit of power over someone so powerful. And it was no secret you also liked pushing him a bit.

Druig’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stared at you. "What’s that look for?"

Your smirk turned into a full-fledged smile. "Would you like to meet some people?"

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 2 years ago

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Everything Is Possible Now

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1k, Druig/Makkari, M-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s July prompt “power swap”

Summary: Due to unforeseeable circumstances, Druig ends up with Makkari's powers and Makkari ends up with Druig's.

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alohastyles-x · 1 year ago

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God of Death - Summary and Masterlist

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

summary: After witnessing the aftermath of a murder one night after work, you also witness the presence of a god... a god who had supposedly left earth centuries ago, after a rogue killing spree that ended an empire. Only this god let you walk away... alive but marked by his god magic. With the help of your best friend, the two of you attempt to track down him down and understand more of the mark permanently inked in gold on your skin... and also to confront him about the murder of course.

Masterlist:

Teaser / Prologue

Part 1 - Jan 1, 2024

Part 2 - Jan 13, 2024

Part 3- Jan 21, 2024

Part 4? Undecided how many parts this will actually be lol

Note: happy holiday tumblr besties! I plan to make a full return to writing after the new year... starting where it all began: my baby Druig. I hope you guys enjoy this dark Druig fic, I'm going to post a teaser soon to hold you over! The idea for this struck just randomly and I knew I had to turn it into a story. Ive been working on it for a few months now, and finally feel ready to share it with everyone <3

In the mean time, my asks and my requests are always open!

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trinitytheorphan · 1 year ago

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“I wish I were Heather.” Pt 2.

Part 2 finally! pairing: Druig x Fem! Eternal! Reader Warnings: Angst to fluff. Confessions. Fluff and sad Druig. Then cute and cuddly Druig kinda. Idk really.

Your first thought, was of Druig, as he walked away from Ikaris. Ikaris and you we’re friends yeah, sometimes you’d joke around, like you’d pretend to be lovers, when your bored. So that’s why he kissed you. The man you did love, was Druig! Your Druig! I mean you were supposed to hate him, but how could you, you loved everything about him. He was your favorite person. So you had to find him. You followed him to his room. You heard everything his quiet sobs. You finally understood that what you to had was not hate, but love. And you would not stand by any longer thinking your love was unrequited. The thought of possibly being together and happy with him was almost too much to bear. But you quietly opened his door, to see him sitting on the edge of his bed, sobbing softly. Head in his hands.

You quietly approached him and wrapped you arms, around him. He looked up at you, eyes full of tears, he couldn’t bring himself to even tell you to go away, your presence was comforting. He grabbed you and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he cried. “Why are you here, Y/N?” He finally said, voice cracking, as he looked up at you, with a tear striking face.

“I’m here because I love you. And I want you to be ok. Do you understand?” You said softly as you wiped away the tears, softly. And smiled at him.

He nodded slightly not believing that you loved him, but you said it and that had to mean something, he caressed your face, softly, as he smiled a slight grin at you, happy to be with you.

“I love you too, my beautiful beautiful Y/N. Now hold me, please?” He asked, as he pleaded with you silently to hold him, wanting nothing more than to be close to you.

“Yes, Druig I’ll hold you as long as you want.”

AN; Hope you liked it! Let me know if you’d like me to write you something special! Pls and Ty! Stay safe! Luv y’all. And remember you are smart, beautiful, important and special!

#druig angst #druig x eternal!reader #druig x reader #druig imagine #druig x female reader #druig x reader angst #story #druig x y/n #tw sad thoughts

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buckysfaveplum · 2 months ago

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invisible string

summary: with the Emergence looming, the Eternals reunite; only Druig knows where you are, but he hasn’t seen you in two centuries, and maybe you like it that way

pairing: druig x eternal! female reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of war, violence, druig’s use of mind control on reader, that’s all i think? idk

a/n: sooo i don’t think anyone reads druig fics anymore buttt i rewatched Eternals and liked it soo much more on rewatch and im obsessed with druig again so yeaaa i hope yall give it a chance? luv ya ;)

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575 BC - Babylon

Your legs laid out peacefully across the lapaz stone you rested on. Soft chatter filled your ears as village girls twisted your hair into soft braids, weaving bright orange and white flowers in. Your hands fidgeted in your lap as you sat patiently for the young humans. You didn’t mind, every second you spent with them was precious, especially the children.

The girls wrapped the end of your hair, pulling it forward to show you their work. You smiled softly at the youngblood, admiring their fragile work. The humans never ceased to amaze you.

“Il likrubk,” you said sweetly. May the Gods bless you.

As you admired the braid, you began to hear excited yet secretive giggles from the girls circling you. Looking up, you saw the girls chuckling at each other yet trying to hide it from you. You shifted your gaze from them to look to your side, seeing Druig walking over. When you looked back, the girls ran off, leaving a trail of laughter and flowers in their wake. You just smiled smugly to yourself.

“My, my they did a beautiful job on you,” Druig’s voice was intoxicating, it always was to you. Slick and sly, always with a bit of wit and mystery; dripping with a hidden intention only he knew.

“Do the flowers suit me?” you asked.

“Everything suits you, my radiant Y/N,” he said. You ducked your head, desperate to hide the blush blossoming across your cheeks.

He crouched beside you, resting beside you with his charcoal cape flowing across the stone ledge. From the peripheral view of your gaze at the city below, you could see him eyeing you up and down. His eyes were hungry with desire and adoration. His head tilted as he smirked, leaning in and giving you a soft nudge with his shoulder.

“We should get going, back to the Domo. I think Ajak wants to speak with all of us,” you said, nervously trying to shift the mood to hide your butterflies.

“Ahh is that so, dove?” he said, leaning back on his palms and flashing a dangerous smile at you- doused in charm.

“Yes!” you said, hopping up and offering your hand to him. “Now come on, we can brave Icarus’ obnoxious tirades together.”

His head dropped in laughter and suddenly your stomach was twisted in knots, lungs short of breath. He was beautiful. He grabbed your hand and pulled you off towards the ship. You kept it to yourself, but you couldn’t help but relish in his firm and protective grip on your supple hands.

Present Day - Amazon Rainforest

“Druig, this is serious,” Sersi said, standing from her seat in the chapel to face the dark-haired man.

“I’ll tell you what’s serious. I’ve just been told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past 7000 years, and that my entire existence is a lie,” Druig snapped, confronting her as he stalked forward. He was always able to keep such a serene and stoic demeanor. Yet, seeing his “family” together again after centuries seemed to have left him shaken. There was something eerie about seeing them all together. All except one. “So excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”

Druig turned and stormed to the door to leave, hoping to erase the encounter from his memory as soon as possible. If only he could warp his mind the way he could others. The sooner he left the room the sooner he could go back to his life, pretending they had never come.

“Don’t you think Y/N would want you to help?” Sersi asked.

Druig froze as his hand hovered at the door. He felt the muscles in his mouth twitch at the mention of your name. Bile in his stomach churned. He tried to stay calm, to keep himself composed, but he couldn’t bite his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he spun around, marching back over to them.

“Don’t mention her. Not to me,” he said, his jaw taut with anxiety and dread. “You don’t know what she’d want. Besides, she’s not even here.”

Sersi couldn’t respond before he had bolted out of the chapel, leaving the barn doors slamming behind him. The tension hung in the room so thick you could almost choke on it. Thena sighed, stroking the lizard perched across her lap, before speaking.

“You should know something about him and Y/N.”

1521 AD - Tenochtitlan

You stood beside Druig, leaning into the hard muscles of his side. You had tried to control your fear, but it always seemed to get the best of you. He kept you grounded- safe and secure. You cherished that, needed that. Especially now.

Thena tried to kill you and Makkari; she attacked the entire group. Druig had to carry you to Ajax himself. You were trembling in his arms as your legs shook and bled. Even now that you were healed, he couldn’t get himself to remove his grip on your waist. You knew she didn’t mean to harm you, she wasn’t herself. This was something else. Mahd Wryry.

“It is not important if you remember or not,” Ajax said, her hands slipping through Thena’s hair as she tried to calm her. Trying to convince her everything would be okay, that it was no big deal. But how could it not be, she would lose her memories; all the experiences and life that made her Thena. “Your spirit will remain, you will always be Thena deep inside. Trust me.”

“Why should she trust you?”

You looked over, hearing Druig’s deep voice speak up. You could feel his grip on you tighten yet his hands still shook. Your brows furrowed, noticing the tension in his neck and jaw. You tried to stroke his back, to calm him down, but he was already fed up. His hand gave your waist one last squeeze before leaving your side. You suddenly felt the cold chill of his absence as he walked towards Ajax.

“You’re asking her to let you erase who she is,” he said. You knew him better than anyone, you could hear the tremor in his voice. His tone was callous and dripping with resentment.

“Dru…” you said, trying to get him to relax. Your voice must’ve been too soft to drown out the boisterous drums in his head, playing that same beat of rage and disappointment over and over again.

“Druig, I know you’re upset, but-” Ajax tried to get him to understand, but he wasn’t having it anymore.

“Upset?!” Druig shouted. You were startled, stumbling back a bit at the tone of his voice. “We’ve trusted you for 7000 years, and look where you’ve gotten us.”

You bowed your head, knowing his resentment over the last seven millennia was finally bubbling over and unleashing on everyone in the room. You had listened to his troubles on countless nights. You knew how much it tormented him to watch the humans he cared for so deeply harm and destroy each other. You were always his shoulder to cry on, his to seek solace in. This was nothing new to your ears.

“I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat,” he said. You ducked your head, hearing the shake in his normally strong voice. You knew if you glanced up you’d see that quivering bottom lip you’d become so acquainted with. You couldn’t do it, you just looked down. “Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”

You noticed Sersi and Phantos glancing at you, perhaps hoping you’d step in. They all knew of your confusing relationship. You’d never labeled it, never defined it out loud. Never confessed undying love in a secluded dwelling, soon to wed surrounded by family. But there was something. Something that kept you tied at the hip, something that allowed him to hold your hand and rest his head in your lap. There was something undeniable.

But you couldn’t say anything; to an extent, you understood Ajax. Druig knew you didn’t adore his power. You would never hold it against him, you’d never blame him for what Areshem gave him. But you believed it was a gift that had to be used responsibly. You had expressed to him it was something you believed should only be used in dire circumstances- to save a life or prevent disaster. But you knew something that made humans so special was their conscious free will and autonomy. You couldn’t rob them of that.

“Could our mission have been a mistake?” Druig asked, “Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?”

You glanced up to see he had turned to look at you. The single tear slipping down his cheek stung in your chest. You could see it in his eyes as if he was pleading for you to say something. To beg him to calm down, to just talk. To take his hands and pull him to you. But you didn’t.

Druig’s jaw clenched as he turned on his heels, making his way out of the temple and down the steep set of stairs. His thick cape wrapped against your legs on his way out. You couldn’t hear his words as he stepped outside, the raging war filled your mind as you contemplated your role in your mission.

“It ends now,” Druig said.

Suddenly, you hear the clashing of swords and screaming come to a halt. You knew his eyes would be glowing a vibrant gold if you could see them. Before you could say anything, Ikaris swept past you; his arm slammed Druig into the stone wall behind them. You felt your stiff legs break free, bringing yourself to the pair desperate to break them up.

“Let them go,” Ikaris said.

“You’re gonna have to make me,” Druig said.

“Please stop!” you said, coming up beside them. Your hand reached for Druig’s but Ikaris stood between you. You felt Ajax approach behind you, sending Ikaris a stern look. He backed away, leaving the three of you. You stepped forward, taking Druig’s hand in yours. It shook as it gripped yours with vigor.

“If you want to stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,” Druig said.

His hand slipped from your grasp. He turned away from you with a soft look before descending the temple. You watched as his eyes glowed and the humans below stood in wait for him. You glanced back at Ajax, your eyes pleading for her to stop him. But she did nothing, instead nodding for you to follow him. You ran down the stairs, your legs still weak and recovering. You stumbled as you chased him.

“Druig!” You shouted as you caught up to him, “Please wait!”

Hearing your messy footsteps, he stopped and turned to see you. Worry overtook his eyes as he watched your weak legs attempt to keep up with him. Quickly, he met you a few stairs up; his hands grasped your arms to hold you steady.

“Hey, what are you doing? You’re recovering,” he said, his concern for you halting his current plans. The yellow in his eyes dulled away as he looked at you. His brows trembled and unease widened his eyes.

“Druig, please don’t leave,” you said. Your hands reached for the fabric of his cape, as if holding him tight enough would keep him there with you. “Tensions are high right now, I get that. But please don’t leave.”

“I have to go, dove,” he said. His thumbs rubbed soft circles into your arms.

“Don’t leave me,” you said.

Druig’s gaze dropped, returning to your shaking legs. His stomach knotted and his chest ached at the thought of leaving you. Not being there to hold you in the night. To see your smile each time you saw the sparkling constellations in the sky. To soak in the look you reserved just for him, teeming with adoration and something else he was too afraid to name.

“Come with me,” he said, still guarding his gaze.

“Druig, this isn’t the answer,” you said.

Finally, he locked eyes with you again. He could no longer hide the red burning in his eyes, the tears coming to the surface. You knew this wasn’t the way, isolating himself, taking control of humans. You knew this wasn’t the answer. Not for the rest of time.

“You should stay,” you said, desperate to get him to listen.

“You won’t come?” he asked.

You just looked down.

He had his answer. Before you could get another word in, he took you and sat you on the steps. Steadying you into a more stable position. His hand tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you close one last time and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You felt his tears soak into your skin before he pulled away. His hand began to slip from yours as he turned to leave, but you stopped him. Perhaps one last attempt to keep him there with you.

“Please, Druig,” you said. He glanced up, noticing Ajax watching the two of you from the temple.

“Sersi will help you down,” he said, swiping his thumb tenderly across your hand before pulling it away.

And just like that, he was gone.

Present Day

Druig leaned against a sturdy tree, staring up at the stars peaking through the brush above him. He couldn’t shake your voice from his head.

You were right.

This wasn’t the way. He had kept those people safe, he knew that. But as Sersi asked him to free them as the Deviant raided their village, he felt it. For the first time, he felt like the bad guy. He couldn’t shake the thought. He knew if you were there, if he had listened to you, none of this would have happened.

Perhaps Ajax would still be alive. Gilgamesh definitely would be. That was on him.

“Druig?” the voice startled him, shaking him from his thoughts as he saw Sersi approaching. She quietly stood beside him, glancing up at the stars he had just been studying.

“She was right,” Druig said, sinking to the ground as he hugged his knees to his chest. “Maybe I’m just as bad as the deviants.”

“What?” Sersi said, resting a hand on his knee. “Who said that?”

Druig just glanced at her, swallowing the hard lump forming in his throat.

“She would never, ever say something like that to you, Druig,” Sersi said. “Y/N adores you.”

“She didn’t have to say it,” Druig said, fidgeting with the pendant on the cord dangling from his neck. The soft texture of the blue and white glass slipped between his fingers. “How could she not think that?”

“Druig, Thena told us what happened in Molyvos, Y/N wrote to her. When was the last time you saw her?”

“I don’t know, at least a century. She used to come visit here, but after a while, she stopped. I went to see her in Greece. That was the last time I saw her.”

Sersi sighed, watching as Druig clutched at the necklace in his hand.

“We need to find her Druig. And we need you, please. For Y/N?”

1826 - Molyvos, Greece

Druig watched as your feet danced down the stone steps of the village to greet him, the thick linen of your skirts tickling your ankles as they flowed around you.

“You came!” you said, giggling as you reached him.

He couldn’t contain the infectious smile that seemed to spread across his face at the sight of you. His hands grabbed for your soft body, lifting you as he held you close. Your laugh trickled into his ear as you burrowed your face into the crook of his neck. He took in the potent scent floating off you as he set you down; seawater, wood, and roses.

“So this is where you’ve been spending your time lately, huh?” he said, nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled to yourself as you took his hand.

“This island is so calm. It’s what you’ve always wanted,” you said, leading him up the stairs.

You’d spent the following days guiding him through the village and showing him your life; how it intertwined with the people in your small community. Fishing, sewing clothing, and selling fruits at the market. It was peaceful, something he’d always longed for.

You reminisced on your days together all those centuries ago. Holding his head in your hands, soothing the pounding aches in his head from all the thoughts of others swirling through his mind. You knew it couldn’t have been any better back in the forest.

Sure, all the times you visited it was calm. But was that where he belonged? Isolated with no one to watch over him and make sure he was safe. You saw how drained he’d been, taking care of everyone else. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that the village would be fine without him. Not that he wasn’t valuable, but they needed to live a life of their own. So did he.

You’d hoped bringing him here would convince him. Give him the push he needed to finally leave it all behind and focus on him. To let the village flourish on its own.

You sat with him on the stone wall along the steps winding up to your home. Overlooking the sea below you, the waves crashing against the harbor and swaying the fishing boats tethered to the docks. The winding branches of white wisterias shaded the two of you, petals of the flowers occasionally blowing across your face in the wind.

You glanced over to Druig, the tunic he wore loose on his chest. His hands, normally wringing in his lap, were soft and relaxed. He gazed around the island before him, a smile subtly placed on his face. He may have been the mind reader, but you were his. You knew him so well, that you could read him like an open book. Even if he didn’t want you to. He was happy. You knew he wanted to stay.

“This is for you,” You said, reaching out to hand him the small trinket. He turned to see your sweet face, your eyes sparkling as the sun danced in your irises. He looked down to see you’d placed a small glass pendant in his hands. He studied the object, smiling to himself as he turned it in his fingertips.

“It’s an evil eye, the humans here believe it will protect you from evil spirits,” you said as you watched him. “It has to be gifted to you by someone, so I wanted you to have this.”

��It’s beautiful, dove,” he said.

Red splashed across your cheeks like watercolors at the name. He had always loved calling you that, watching you fluster before him in search of a response.

“You should stay,” you said, glancing down at your hands. You picked at the lace trim of your long blouse. You’d thrown the thought out into the open, and expressed your deep desire to him. You just hoped if he was going to reject you, it wouldn’t be as painful as you imagined.

“Y/N, you know I can’t,” he said. Quickly, he slipped the pendant into his pocket and stood from his seat on the wall. He felt the sudden urge to flee, to return to the village. He couldn’t be there any longer. Because if he had to say no to you again, to leave you while you begged for him to stay another time, he would crumble. How could he not when he was denying everything inside of him that pleaded for him to just stay?

You began to panic as he walked off. You couldn’t let him leave again.

“Dru please, you can’t keep doing this,” you said, following after him. “You have to live your life.”

“I have a life, that village is my life,” he said, turning back to you.

“You should let them go, Druig. It’s time,” you said, taking a step forward. “Come stay with me.”

“Y/N, that village is important to me,” he said, struggling to find a reason you weren’t right. Deep down, he knew you were right.

“And I’m not?” you asked.

Druig furrowed his brows in distress, fearing he couldn’t make the right decision. Why couldn’t he just stay? Just be happy here with you?

As the thoughts swirled in his mind, he felt the tension in his head building. The headache pounded harder in his skull as he watched you turn on your heels and make your way up the stairs. With a hand holding the tender space on his forehead, he chased after you.

“Dove, please wait,” he said.

“Just go, Druig,” you shouted over your shoulder. “If that’s what you want, then go!”

“Please, just stop!” he said. He could feel the pain building, the panic in his chest growing. He couldn’t leave you on a bad note again.

He pleaded behind you as you left him, chasing you up the stairs and begging for you to just stop.

“Y/N please!” He shouted desperately.

Suddenly, you stopped. As if your body wasn’t your own, you turned to face him. His eyes were glowing yellow and you couldn’t move.

Before you could even grasp what was happening, it was over. You shook your arms as control returned. Druig’s eyes were his normal blue. But they were distressed, regretful, and panicked. He messed up.

He controlled you.

You froze, this time of your own doing, considering what had just happened.

“Dove, I’m so, so sorry,” he said, rushing towards you; the realization of what he’d accidentally done dawned on him.

Quickly, you took a fidgety step back away from him. He paused, taking in the situation. You were afraid of him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, tearing his eyes from your line of sight. “I didn’t realize I, I’m sorry.”

Finally coming back to yourself, you tried to reach for his hand. But he had already left.

Present Day - Belfast, Ireland

Druig walked up the steps to the ornate building in front of him. Sprite and Thena followed behind as he took in the large campus. It was only fitting that you'd end up teaching at a university. You were one of the smartest people he knew. And you loved to watch the humans grow and learn.

He waited on the steps as students filed out of the building. Sprite had figured out when your class would let out. Now he just had to wait.

The sea of lively students chatted amongst themselves as they rushed from the doorway, he desperately searched the crowd for your familiar face. When he finally saw you, it was as if the breath was knocked from his lungs.

You hadn’t changed much. But two centuries of fashion did take him by surprise. Instead of the modest, linen dresses he’d last seen you in on the coast of Greece, you wore a loose pair of grey pants, a long and flowing cream blouse, and brown flats. He never got tired of seeing how each culture and century dressed you.

Before he could turn back to the women behind him, he felt something tick in his brain. When he glanced back at your face, he saw your eyes meeting his. He could have sworn his brain was malfunctioning, you smiled at him.

You stopped in your tracks as you took him in through the crowd of people passing between you. He looked the same. The same clothing, the same hair. But what was new was the evil eye strung around his neck.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face as you locked eyes with his blue ones. Your head gestured back to the building behind you, before turning back inside hoping he’d follow.

“So you’re saying I’m a robot?” you asked Sprite as you leaned against the counter behind you.

“Well, kinda,” she said, trying to help you grasp the situation. “But that doesn’t matter. You need to come with us.”

You glanced to Thena for her opinion. Her lips became a flat line as she nodded in agreement with Sprite.

The young eternal kept rambling, but you weren’t processing it. You couldn’t stop staring at Druig. He paced around the art studio, taking in all the large canvases that sat on easels and racks.

“Could we have a minute?” you asked the two, still looking at Druig. He froze at your request, making it clear he was still listening despite how he tried to keep up his aloof demeanor.

Sprite scoffed as she made her way out of the room, pretending to gag as she glanced at Druig and you. Thena smiled to herself, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as she followed Sprite out.

Druig stirred by the window, unable to face you yet.

“I missed you,” you said. Your head tilted as you continued to examine his movements. He was nervous, it was obvious ashe fidgeted and picked at his cuticles.

“Did you get my letters?” You asked.

He paused. Of course, he got your letters. Every single one. They were bundled together with string and tucked under his pillow back at the village.

You never went a month without sending one. Ever since he left that island that day. You’d told him of your travels, everywhere you ended up over the decades. He’d read them all by candlelight after the village had long turned in for the night. He ruminated over each word; all the smudges of ink by your shaky hands, all the chicken scratch handwriting as you always wrote too fast in an attempt to catch up with your thoughts. He got every single letter. And he could recite them all if you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said, finally turning to face you.

Your smile faltered as he began to unravel.

“Druig,” you said, trying to stop him.

“No, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know how many times I can say it,” Druig took slow steps towards you as if preparing himself for you to stumble away from him again. But you didn’t

“I didn’t mean it, it just happened. I was overwhelmed and I couldn’t handle everything, but it’s no excuse. And I just-”

“Dru, it’s okay,” you were suddenly in front of him, your hands taking his. The tremors he could seem to control all those decades suddenly stopped.

“I’m not mad, it’s okay. I understand,” you said.

“I let them go. I’m done, Y/N,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I don’t wanna be a monster, dove.”

Your heart fluttered at that damn nickname. You fucking missed it.

“You were never a monster, Druig. What you can do, what you have to deal with. I’ll never understand it. But I just want what’s best for you,” you slipped a hand through his soft hair as it fell in front of his face. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I missed you, so fucking much,” he said, resting his forehead to yours.

You chuckled to yourself, brushing your nose against his as you smiled. Your lips slowly slipped across his, as if asking for permission. As if he’d been waiting for the moment, Druig pulled you close, his lips hungry for you. 7000 years of hunger.

When you finally pulled back, he was smirking like an idiot. You took your hand and ran your thumb across his red lips. He chuckled to himself.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening. His accent slurred as he smiled against your cheek.

“What?” you asked, a soft laugh slipping from your lips.

“You’re gonna get killed with me trying to stop this emergence?” he said, jokingly.

“Oh absolutely.”

“I’d kill any celestial if it meant not forgetting you.”

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hope you liked it heheh its not the best but hey, a new character :)

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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15 and 21 with Druig please?

A/N - I love this for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Intertwined

Summary - Druig could only bottle it up for so long, so his soulmate helps him release that pain.

Warnings - Mostly angst with this one with a hint of fluff.

“If you want to stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me,”

You watched with a heavy heart as Druig and Ajak were squaring off right at the opening of the temple, the destruction of the entire city below you all was still active and roaring with fire and death while the rest of the Eternals were watching both in grief and in shock from what just happened. You were just as shocked too, not having any time to process it all in your mind as Druig was walking away from the family, going down the steps with no sense of turning back.

“You need to go with him,” You whirled around from watching Druig to seeing Ajak give you a heartbroken stare. You felt that same pain too, the torn sensation within you and where to do and where you loyalties lie. But it was obvious, as Ajak clearly stated, “He is your soulmate after all.”

You and Druig were soulmates from the moment you realized it so long ago, some time after you arrived on earth but still early on with your time on the planet. It took a few hundred years to have the realization that you both were soulmates, small subtle hunts were evident in your interactions with one another and in how you both talked. Ajak saw it first though, taking you aside at one time in Babylonia with a hand on your arm and a warm grin on her face.

“Soulmates are rare, but such a beautiful thing! You and Druig compliment each other so naturally that your souls wished to be connected together, for life!” She explained. You were shocked at the notion of your should being tethered to another, but that night you and Druig proclaimed each other as soulmates.

One of the many things that came from being each other’s soulmates was the notion of honesty: neither you or Druig could never lie to the other. It was almost like truth serum of sorts was now injected in you with Druig, and vice versa. There was no problem with that since you both were always truthful to one another and you never wished to lie. Druig never left you in the dark with his feelings about the humans and how he was prevented from helping them from pain or death. It pained you to hear that pain in his voice or to see that pain in his eyes, yet you could only do so much as to give him a anchor in those times of anger.

Which lead to the other attribute that came with your soulmate relationship: One soulmate could never hurt the other and vice versa.

Not that there was an issue of bringing pain to Druig or for him tp give you pain. He was far too gentle with you, mostly because he thought of your as his world. One time though you did hurt Druig in pure accident during a Deviant fight, launching a boulder towards a Deviant who deflected the massive rock onto Druig. You screamed out, thinking of the worst as Druig plummeting to the ground with the boulder on top of him. But as Gilgamesh lifted the boulder with ease, it was a shocking discovery to see not a single blemish or scrape, even a bruise, was on Druig.

As if he was never hurt in the first place.

So you and Druig knew each other so well, your joined souls blossomed and bloomed over the centuries and beyond, and now to see him walk away from the very family you two knew and grew together with was painful to say the least. Yet Ajak was right: Your place was with him. WIth a tearful goodbye to the others, especially to Gilgamesh and Makkari whom you were closest to, you followed Druig and the cluster of soldiers under his mind control out to the deep jungles that were outside the now abandoned and destroyed city.

You were frightened of course, mostly from all you saw that night and all that Druig had to endure. Deep now you knew he was angry, that he was wishing to lash out and release all that anger that you knew was piling up for year and years within himself. Of course this was all new for you, never needing to leave your family behind for who knows how long, but Druig was on your mind, and you had to make sure your soulmate was okay.

You need to.

Finally, you made it to a clearing by a massive river, the cluster of soldiers were still standing around with yellow glowing eyes. It was a true sign they were still under his command, and your eyes were searching the area rapidly for him or for any signs of him. Finally, you saw him, and the site in front of you almost made you fall to your knees.

He was on his knees, head hung and in front of the river with the look of utter defeat.

You walked calmly and softly, not wishing to disturb him as the cool wind came through to give you a shiver. Standing right behind him, you wait for a moment to figure out what you wished to say or how to say it. But the soft sounds of sniffling came from his direction, you cringing knowing it was him.

Druig crying, it made you move quick.

Kneeling next to him, you placed a hand on his back and peered at his silhouette next to you: the tears on his cheeks and jaw, his eyes glistening and filled with both pain and sadness, his entire composure was beyond weak and defeated. He shivered from your touch, but your other hand reached out to cradle his jaw and make him move his head to look at you. Druig did willingly, your eyes locking as you were simply touching him on his back and on his jaw.

“I can’t go back,” he said to you, which you nodded. It was the truth.

“I know,” You replied in a murmur, “I think you made the right choice in leaving,”

The truth.

“I’m so angry with them!” He blubbered as you rubbed his back.

The truth.

“They only want the best for you, Druig,” You explained calmly, though you wished to cry too.

The truth.

“I…I can’t…” He replied, slammed his eyes shut and letting out a gut wrenching sob. You touched your head to his, sensing that rage that was wishing to come out in a brute way. He cried then, clinging into you like a lifeline as he was letting it all out in your arm and along the riverbed in front of you. All you could do was press kiss after kiss against his head, letting him have this moment of release.

You even felt him keel over, wrapping an arm around his waist and feeling his dig his fingers into your skin as his sobs were turning into screams of rage and anger. Although you knew his nails were digging harder and harder into you, you didn’t feel a thing. Even if you could, even if you could feel him tear skin with his nails on your arms, you would let him. He had so many centuries and years of needing to bottle it up, it was time for him to let it all go and to be free.

“I’m right here, baby. Let it all out for me, okay? I won’t let you go,” You promised him as he screamed and cried into the night. it was a vow you always had with him, to never walk away from him no matter how heated things out or now intense it would be. Your souls were intertwined for so much that it would be impossible to break it. You didn’t know when you were going to see the others again, nor did you know what your future was going to be like now that you and Druig were on your own.

All you did know, what was your soulmate needed you. You were going to be there for him for eternity.

The End.

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Enemies for centuries

Pairing: Druig x reader

Warning: Angst, horribly written (this is my first ever time writing something so please don't make fun of me), mention of death, sad Druig and somewhat fluff near the end

(y/n has water powers and she can also heal other people with her water powers)

So y/n and Druig have been enemies for centuries, they just didn't get along and no one knew why and honestly neither did they.

Until one day while all the eternals were fighting deviants y/n got whipped by one of the deviants across her head.

Druig saw and ran over to y/n making sure she was ok. He slowly helped her up and put her right arm around his shoulder and he put his left arm around her waist, he was trying to walk her away from all the violence until a deviant came chasing towards them.

Before the deviant could making physical contact with either Druig or y/n, y/n froze it with her water/ice powers. Like the girlboss she is 💅🏼💅🏼.

(Edit, it is now 2023 April 30, WHAT WAS THAT EW OMG "like the girlboss she is" WHY DIDN'T ANYONE BULLY ME, WHY DID EVERYONE MAKE ME THINK THAT WAS OK EW OMG)

The rest of the eternals ended up winning the fight against the deviants and killing all of them that where there at the time. Ajak came over to y/n and healed her head making sure there was no bleeding and she didn't have a concussion but y/n assured Ajak that she was fine.

*5 hours later*

Y/n is in her room sitting on her bed reading a book until she hears a knock at the door and she replies "come in". Druig opened the door and kinda just stood in the doorway for a moment before closing the the and actually walking into the room.

He looked around the room for a minute due to never being in there, it was nicely decorated and it was clean but it was pretty cold but Druig quickly realized that was probably because of her powers.

Y/n looked up from her book and furrowed her eyebrows then went back to her book. "Can I talk to you for a minute" Druig asked just above a whisper and y/n sarcastically replied "about what the weather? Humans? Deviants... the possibilities are endless, or maybe your here because YOU ALMOST DIED TRYING TO SAVE MY LIFE!"

Druig flinched when she rose her voice at him, y/n then slapped her book close and slammed it down onto her bed and said a little more calmly but still anger in her voice "what the hell was that out there?!" She asked and Druig just looked down at his hands not replying, not saying anything which just made y/n even more frustrated.

Y/n then got up and started walking towards Druig, taking a step every other word she said "YOU almost died saving ME even though last time I checked you didn't even like me." Y/n started "For the record I don't even know why you don't like me, I mean I have done NOTHING to you."

Y/n was really close to Druig now just about 2 feet away from him which caused Druig finally looked up at the angry women infront of him. Y/n calmed herself down by taking a few deep breathes, all anger and all fierceness left her eyes and she slumped her shoulders in defeat, she looked up at the mind controller with sad eyes and said "You hate me for centuries, call me names, make fun of me and pick an argument with me any chance you get, yet today you try to save me- why?"

For a few seconds Druig couldn't find the words to say to her, he was never really good at confrontation. After a few moments of looking into the sad girls eyes he finally spit out a "Thank you for saving me y/n." Which just caused y/n to roll her eyes at the man. "That's all you have to say? You aren't even gonna bother to awnser my question!"

Druig once again said nothing, y/n rolled her eyes again and started walking towards her bed until Druig grabbed her by the hands which made y/n look into the eyes of the sad man who's life she had saved that day. She never noticed how blue his eyes were, they reminded her of the ocean, so calm and gentle yet they held great power and could be very dangerous. Infact they were so blue that she felt as she might just drown in them.

"I mean it y/n, thank you for saving me." Druig said which snapped y/n out of her daze. "I am very grateful for that, and I don't know how to awnser your question." He continued "I've always been a bit intimated by you I guess." Druig admitted shyly which made a very light coat of blush cover his cheeks which made y/n laugh quietly.

"You are so powerful and so beautiful that I just- couldn't talk to you, and I hated that feeling, the feeling of someone being in such control of me and my feelings that I physically couldn't talk to someone, it made me frustrated and angry" Druig furrowed his eyebrows at what he was saying, he knew it sounded stupid, all of it just sounded like one big excuse, which it was.

He let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head, he then looked y/n straight in the eye making sure not to break eye contact. "You made me feel- no you make me feel and I don't." he stopped himself "I didn't like it, I wanted it to stop all of it. I wanted the butterflies in my stomach to go away when you walked into a room, I wanted the blush on my cheeks to go away when you tried to talk to me and I wanted my face to stop hurting from smiling so much when you made fun of Ikaris with Kingo, I just wanted it all to stop."

He said never looking away from the girl infront of him, he finally dropped her hand and put his right hand under her chin making sure her eyes never left his. "But now, when I saw you got hurt, it was like my world stopped."

He stopped what he was saying as tears gathered in his eyes causing him to look at the baby blue painted walls of her room. Y/n looked up at him in shock, not knowing he felt this way. He looked so vulnerable, so open, so- so- honest and she knew she was reckless today but, she didn't think she had much to loose anyways, looks like she was wrong.

Druig finally gathered himself clearing his throat and looking back at y/n yet there was still tears in his eyes. "And that's when I realized... I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want the butterflies to stop, I didn't want the heat in my cheeks to stop and I didn't want my face to stop hurting when you said something funny or made a sarcastic remark." His voice was breaking now and tears were falling down his cheeks.

Seeing him slowly crumbling infront y/n broke her heart. He gently removed his hand away from y/n's chin as he moved it up to wipe the tears that continuously fell from his eyes after his confession. He tried to clean himself up the best he could and started walking towards her door and before he left he looked back at y/n and said "I don't want to be strangers with you again and I most certainly don't want to be enemies so maybe, we could... you know, be friends."

Before y/n could even awnser he left her alone in her room, just like the interaction never happened in the first place. Y/n felt dizzy from everything that had just happened. She slowly made her way back to her bed and sat down in the criss cross position, just like she was before Druig came into her room.

She then picked up her book and placed it on her bedside table so she could stretch out her legs. She flopped back onto her pillows and looked up at her ceiling and silently whispered to herself "I feel the same way."

(AAAA OMG THIS SUCKS IM SO SORRY BUT IM STILL LEARNING) I promise soon I will redo the beginning of the story because I rushed that SO much. Also for some reason I don't have the "read more" option and I've tried to look up how to use it but its still not working. Sorry :/

#eternals 2021 #eternals mcu #druig x female reader #druig angst #druig blurb #druig eternals

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