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eternalslover · 2 years ago

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DRUIG

OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

THE LOML

I MISS MY ETERNALS PHASE 😭

day six: baby, it's cold outside

pairing: druig x reader

word count: 661

notes: and here's day six! personally, i don't mind this song that much, and this prompt was cute and flirtatious to me. as always, reblogs, comments, or asks are highly recommended, and likes are appreciated. enjoy <3

it was near the end sersi and dane’s annual christmas party, and you were getting bundled up and ready to head back outside. it had begun to snow about halfway through the party, and by now, it was really coming down. it wasn’t ideal weather to travel in, but you had no choice.

“leaving already?”

you looked up and druig, the man you’d been talking to most of the night, was leaning in the doorframe, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips.

“oh yes,” you said. “i don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“pretty cold out there though, isn’t it?” he asked, making his way over.

“it is, but it’ll only get worse if i stay longer,” you said. he joined you by the front door, then leaned against the arm of the couch that was nearby. you could feel your cheeks warm slightly, but you chalked it up to being bundled up in the warm house.

“just being by the door made your hands all cold, like ice,” he said, reaching forward and taking one of your hands gently. and he was right, your hands were cold. nothing a glove couldn’t fix.

“well, uh, if i don’t get back soon, my roommate might start to worry,” you said, your voice soft.

“gorgeous, i really don’t see a reason to hurry,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. you could feel your heart pound in your chest, and he was much closer now than you realized.

“well, you haven’t met her,” you said, laughing a bit.

“i’m sure she wouldn’t mind you staying a bit longer. it’s not exactly good traveling weather, is it?” he asked, looking down at you. the way his blue eyes sparkled with a playful mischief was enticing. maybe you did want to stay a little longer. there was no harm in that, right?

“i’m just worried she might start to overthink and panic…” you said.

“you could always give her a call. i mean, look at all the snow. you shouldn’t be out in that,” he said, and you glanced behind you. it did seem to be blowing up a bit more, and staying inside felt like it would be much better…

“i suppose i could stay a bit longer. what’s one more drink?” you asked, and he smiled a bit.

“come on, take off your coat. it’s not a problem if you stay a bit longer, honest,” he said, and you nodded. carefully, you removed your hat and coat, and he took them both from you gently.

“i think i’ll take your advice and give her a call, so she doesn’t worry,” you said.

“good idea. i’ll go get you another drink. will hot chocolate work fine? it’ll warm up your hands,” he said.

“that would be great. thank you.” you smiled as he went into the kitchen. you took your phone from your pocket and dialed your roommate’s number, and she was quick to answer.

“oh my god, where are you?” she asked.

“i’m still at sersi’s. thought i’d stay a bit longer,” you said, peeking into the kitchen. Druig gave you a little wave, and you returned it with a smile.

“i dunno, i think you should head back. it’s only gonna get worse out there the more the night goes on.”

“yeah … but it’s cold outside. and it’s nice and warm inside.”

“mhm, sure. i still think you should come back.”

“and wouldn’t you feel bad if i got pneumonia and died out there?”

“don’t be so dramatic!”

druig returned moments later with your drink, and you accepted it with one hand and a smile. the warm mug was like heaven against your hand, and his eyes were so kind.

“don’t worry about me, i’ll be just fine,” you said, and before she could argue, you hung up and slid your phone into your pocket.

“glad i decided to stay,” you said softly.

“well, i did warn you. baby, it’s cold outside.”

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milkiane · 3 years ago

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MY FOREVER VALENTINE; druig

summary: druig finally understands what it means to love and to be loved, and it’s all thanks to you: his forever valentine.

warnings: excessive use of the word ‘love’, implications of a sexual joke, very very fluffy shit ! lovesick druig is my man // gif credits to @rileybinaa

word count: 2830

druig never understood the concept of valentine’s day, or how humans never fail to make a big fuss about it. there are three hundred and sixty-five days for people to show their love to someone, to express their adorations and commitment, to buy them flowers and chocolates, to write them softhearted love letters and poems.

what was so special about february 14th?

but in all honesty, if someone had to force the truth out of druig, he did. he did understand the concept of valentine’s day, he just didn’t have someone to love. never in his seven thousand years of living on earth has he ever felt those butterflies in his stomach, or the beating of his heart out of his chest, or that dizzying euphoric feeling; and all because of one person.

druig wants to love, he wants to be loved.

he is a lover, with or without one.

we exist for love — love is the reason why we’re here, he thinks.

and druig can see that now, he can see why love is such an immense feeling. he can see why people do things for the sake of love, why people die for love.

love. love. love. it’s all because of love.

love is soft and gentle. love is raw and painful. love is captivating, it’s spellbinding, it’s maddening! and quite frankly, that’s what makes it so beautiful.

and it’s all because of you — you showed him what love would feel like.

you, who is unapologetically and beautifully human.

you, who have managed to bewitch him with nothing but your charm and wits.

you, who made him unapologetically and beautifully human.

after years of observing and noting how people would just live with such tenderness and adoration, he finally found what he has been missing all his life.

he found love and that’s something he took pride in. he found love in you, and slowly, he started to find love in everything. he fell in love with you, and he started to fall in love with the world; with its beauty.

he finally understood what it would be like to be loved — and to be loved by you of all people?

oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

he wants to create a word just as beautiful as his love for you, but for now, he’s just going to have to make use.

“will you be my valentine, my love?”

you look up from your book to see druig behind you, his head poking over your shoulder as he hands you a wine-colored rose, a blithesome smirk gracing his lips.

“you’re five minutes late, druig,” you avert, trying to hold back the rhapsodic smile that was teasing your lips. you hold onto the rose, breathing in the aromatic smell as druig sits beside you on the park bench, his arm draped around you.

“well, i had to look good for m’lover now, don’t i?” druig grins, the familiar persistence of his accent evident in his teasing quip. it was true — druig did take his sweet time in seeking the right outfit before eventually settling with his usual leather jacket get-up.

you laugh softly, nudging his shoulder with yours — a habit of his you seemed to have picked up, he noticed — as you attempt to hide the rushing heat on your cheeks.

druig’s smooth-talking never failed to make you feel like a lovesick schoolgirl with a crush.

he is special; druig. you’ve known that the first time you laid eyes on the blue-eyed boy. with his quick-witted humor and charm, accompanied by his lovely looks — it wasn’t a shocker that you fell for him.

and then you found out that he is an eternal; an immortal graced with powers to protect humanity. he is a man of a thousand years and wisdom, having seen the evolution of your world as he battled with deviants, monsters that left the lives of many in peril.

you still couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he chose you out of all the people in the world, mortals and immortals, somehow he chose you to love.

the universe couldn’t have been more in your favor. you continued to thank every star in the sky for giving you your lover. your other half. your twin flame. your soulmate. your druig.

“well, lover,“ you beam a smile. “i got you a flower, too.” it was a sunflower, along with handpicked daisies, adorning in the vast colors of blue felt paper (it matches his eyes, you thought). your smile parallels his as it was now in the hands of your muse. a beautiful flower for a blooming one.

you pull out a daisy from the mini bouquet and tuck it behind his ear. you whisper, “you’re so surreal,”

“i’m as real as i can be, love.” druig smiles, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. he stops to take a breather, resting his forehead against yours.

“i’ve been shot by cupid’s arrow.”

“sap,” you mumbled.

it’s comical how over the top the decorations were this year. every niche and alcove is decorated with hearts, and cupids, and cheesy pick-up lines.

druig has his nose scrunched up at this every other second, he prefers to look at you instead as the amused smile gracing your lips never left.

you find it hilarious. he finds you beautiful.

the weather was perfect, though. the sun was shining, a little bit hidden by the fluffy clouds scattered on the open blue sky. couples were sprinkled all around as well, making the most out of the day.

“everything is just… so red!” you say, the sound you emit was the combination of a scoff and a laugh.

“d’you want me to make ‘em change the colors?” druig suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “possibly purple? pink? blue? — so it matches the color of my eyes?”

“you are such a-“ you stop in your tracks.

druig unintentionally tugs at your hand when you abruptly tumble to a stop. he looks at you, confused, before letting his own eyes follow the subject of your distraction.

“d’you know what i’m thinking?” you ask.

druig grinned.

“i do not dress like that!” druig scowls.

“you’re literally wearing the exact same thing right now!” you point out, a teasing grin on your face.

“but you make it look so… goofy.”

the two of you were holding up the same timeless teddy’s, picking up clothes and accessories for your bears because you were making each other.

“i think it’s cute.” you shrug, grabbing the black boots on the rack.

he mumbles something under his breath as he grabs the clothes that seemed fitting for your bear version. “leather jackets aren’t cute. they’re s’pposed to look cool.”

“whatever you say, druig.” you snort.

he pursed his lips trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across his lips. your eyes lit up brighter than the build-a-bear’s beaming lights.

you were happy, and druig was so gratified that he is living the same moment as your happiness — because it was the most beautiful thing that someone can ever witness.

“c’mon, we have to stuff them!”

“i know another thing i could stuff,” he murmurs mischievously.

“druig!” you gape at him in horror, watching as he doubles down with roguish laughter.

you glare at him as he continues to catch his breath. you grabbed your druig bear and stomped towards the stuffing station, leaving him gasping for air as he yelled, “no, c’mon, y/n! t’was a joke.”

druig was holding back the laughter threatening to escape his throat as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, watching as his y/n bear gets filled with stuffings.

“druig!” you hush him, pinching his arm lightly. “you’re being a child!”

he yelped dramatically, pouting his lips as he rubbed the spot. he grinned almost immediately again though, pulling you against his chest to plant kisses all over the side of your face.

“druig,” you whined playfully, scrunching your nose up at the feeling of his soft kisses. you love this man so much.

a soft chuckle snaps you out of your little world, the two of you look for the source of the sound — it was the lady stuffing your bears. “you two remind me of my husband and i, we’ve been together for sixteen years now.”

“awe,” you coo, eyes softening and heart bursting. you feel druig tighten his hold on you, swaying the two of you. he knew how much you love love. you were a sucker for love stories.

the woman sighs happily as she guides you towards the next station. she lets the two of you pick a scent — in which you pick lavender, and druig picks strawberry — and on with the heart ceremony.

she continues, “yeah, it’s rare to find a love as beautiful as yours,”

you and druig grab the small paper hearts and smile at each other, eyes connected as you gave it a kiss.

“— so you two better cherish it forever. love works in mysterious ways,”

you type in the name of your dressed timeless teddy, druig. and druig does the same for his, y/n.

“— and yet it never fails to bring two of the most ideal people together.”

she smiles softly at the two of you. “well, congratulations on your first build-a-bears! thank you for choosing to celebrate this day with us, i don’t doubt this will be a memorable moment for not only the two of you as it was for me. happy valentine’s day, you two!”

“happy valentine’s day!” you greet back, offering her one last smile before leaving with druig. your own mini-me’s held in one hand as you held your lover’s in the other.

“she is so nice.” you simper. “i wonder how…”

your words faded as you continued to speak, all druig could think about is the smile on your face and how he wishes to see it all the time — to be the reason behind it.

the lady’s sweet words continue to swirl in his mind. love does work in mysterious ways, he thought, but you and him will never be a mystery because you two complement each other in every perfect way possible.

druig couldn’t agree more.

it is complete and utter heaven to form something as beautiful as your love for each other.

he couldn’t imagine living life without you. how could he? after getting a drift of how it would feel to be loved by you? it’s all he could ever yearn for. he wouldn’t last a second.

it was as if time flew by faster than makkari’s morning run because before you knew it, the sun was already setting. the brisk sinking sun created a scenic view that cast a soft glow on whatever the rays caressed.

as you and druig mindlessly walk around with no destination in mind, you sigh in content as you look back at today’s rendezvous.

you had brunch at a beautiful family-owned bistro near the park where druig picked you up. apparently, he was friends with the kind old lady who owned the place, earning a generous discount on the house, and a garlic bread or two especially packed for your lover.

you went around after that, which led you to make an exceptional quick stop to build-a-bear. you snapped a lot of pictures after leaving the workshop, much to druig’s chagrin.

and the museum was just calling out for the two of you as soon as your eyes fell upon it. druig had a smile on his face the entire time. you weren’t sure if it was because he personally lived through the history instilled in the art, reminiscing as he explained it to you, or if it was because of the risky snacking on the packet of candies you sneaked in. maybe it was both.

you wish, and always hold onto hope, that time could cease and halt for a moment, just for the sole reason of remaining in this very moment with your lover, simply basking in the moments you yearned to stay in forever with nobody else but druig.

you wanted enough time to count the freckles that were littered across his cheeks, enough time to give in to his “stay with me for five more minutes,” whispers in the morning, enough time to dance the night away with him, enough time to listen to his inner plant dad knowledge, enough time to argue that “yes, it is actually very crucial to own a dog, druig!”, enough time to tell him everything you love about him, to show him how much you love him. you just wanted enough time with him.

you simply wanted enough time to do everything and nothing with him.

“hey, i think i lost you a lil’ bit in there,” he taps your forehead. “what’s wrong, my love?”

“nothing,” you smile reassuringly. “m’just happy you’re here with me.”

“i am, too,” he pulls you in closer, planting a soft kiss on your temple. druig keeps his arm around you at all times, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“look, dru,” you point out the tarpaulin hanging over the street lamps. “there’s an open evening fair a few blocks down.”

“d’you wanna go?” he asks.

“can we?”

“i don’t know, d’you think they’ll allow a couple as pretty as us to get in?”

you shake your head in amusement, not being able to resist pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “i bet you will bewitch them with your irresistible charm if they don’t anyway, dru.”

the place is filled to the brim with the same loud decorations, love songs were playing in the hidden speakers, and there were couples, friends and families all over the fair. druig nearly complained at the sight until his gaze landed on the divine food stalls.

his mouth watered.

he immediately drags you with him.

‘you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…’

you let out a small gasp, pulling druig away from the free samples for a dance. you lead him towards the open space and started moving to the beat of the song.

druig halted, a bit hesitant on doing such an intimate thing with you in an open space. you two danced all the time. it wasn’t something new for him, though he was used to doing it behind closed doors; away from peering eyes of the world.

but with just one look in your eyes, he was a goner.

so he pulls you in closer with his arms snaking its way around your waist, swaying along to the melody of the song. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourselves in the moment.

you smile, feeling his skin against yours, bodies close and moving. you can feel his warmth, you can smell his lavender cologne. your hands roam around his body, memorizing every curve and muscle. you can feel his lips pressed against yours, moving in a soft and tender sync.

soon enough, your beautiful moment attracts an older couple. you smiled softly at them as the older lady gave you a wink. they start to slow-dance as if they’re back in the seventies, getting lost in each other’s eyes as they imagine their surroundings changing to memories of the reminiscents.

druig chuckled, planting a kiss on your nose.

and then came couples after couple, the open space slowly filling up with lovers who also wished to share a moment that was worthy of their own love stories.

the colorful hues that once colored the sky were now painted a dark blue with twinkling stars dispersed beautifully. it reminded you of druig’s freckles.

as the night went on, you managed to explore the entirety of the fair and chose to unwind the languor by laying down on your backs, a new blanket bought from one of the stalls shielding you from the prickly grass.

“i like your face,” you murmur. you were laying on your side as you continued to trace the starry freckles on your lover’s cheeks, your featherlight touches tickling his face every so often.

“i like your face, too,” druig smiles. his own finger coming up to trace the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw.

every touch, you’re both grateful for. you left no skin untouched as you memorize each other’s artistic features with a stroke as soft as a new paintbrush.

he stops for a moment, letting his thumb caress your cheek before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“i love you.” you sigh in content, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady, the sound that is responsible for giving you hope and hearth — a beat that defeats every gentle lullaby.

“i love you more, my forever valentine.”

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