#drukkari fanfic

[officialheroesofolympus]

Eternals | Druig/Makkari

He thinks of her.

In between menial everyday tasks and draining construction, right before succumbing to sleep, and even in his dreams, Druig vividly pictures dark warm eyes dusted with starlight, and affectionately upturned lips.

He doesn’t regret controlling what was left of the humans to cease the fighting – to lead them away to this very corner within the depths of the Amazon and live out the rest of their lives peacefully, devoid of futile wars or violence.

He does regret, more than anything, leaving behind the other half of his soul, in the tender grip of Makkari.

(Or, what happens after the events of Tenochtitlan and before the Emergence, featuring the gradual reparation and blossoming of Druig and Makkari's relationship.)

[simplymakkari]

but stranger things have happened in the nighttime fanfic cover! [art commissioned by the lovely, talented lizannarts ❤️]

[upon-a-starry-night]

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[booksandwords]

“I like collecting things because it means they’re not lost. Even if they’re broken. The humans seem so intent on letting their history be brutal and violent, but it isn’t always. Sometimes I wonder if the same can be said for us,”

your hand feels so grand in mine by aworldofmyownliking

This line is pure Makkari and I really appreciate it, also where is the lie?

[beautifuldrukkari]

✏️ FIRST AND LAST LINES ✏️

RULES: Go to your last 5 published fics and share the first and last line with no context!

I was tagged by @athenamarie !! Anyone who sees this and wants to partake in it, please feel free 🫶

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chapter four of can i lay by your side

First: When Makkari awoke, her first instinct was to turn to her left, reaching her hand out to where she knew it would meet with his chest.

Last: So Makkari took a seat on his bed and began to flip through the pages worth a lifetime of memories.

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we’ll grow as we go

First: I want a cat, Makkari admitted during one of her usual trips to his village.

Last: “Maybe.”

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what if i told you i feel like i know you (but we never met)

First: The end was inevitable.

Last: Perhaps they had done this before.

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all those shadows almost killed your light

First: Kill me, Makkari said to him after she managed to turn him to face her.

Last: A simple I love you was all Druig needed to know that even if their forevers were to come to an unfathomable end, the time they had spent together– loved together– had made it nothing short of worth it.

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eternals groupchat

First: kingo: guys

Last: ikaris: So am I coming to the wedding or not.

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[lovelyfanatical]

Hello friends! I'll be trying something new today. This may not be a writing blog, and I haven't written fanfic in years, but the Drukkari brainrot is too real and I had an au idea that wouldn't leave my brain, so I decided to write it down. I make no guarantees that I'll ever finish writing it, but I felt like sharing. Let me know what you think and if you'd like me to keep writing! 😁

I don't have a title for it yet, so welcome to my Drukkari-centric Great British Bake Off au fic (featuring the Eternals, and possibly some other random Marvel characters)!

Druig failed to stifle a particularly long yawn. He was used to getting up early to open the shop, but he usually slept until noon on days when he didn't have to get up. He knew it'd be worth it, though, especially after all the work put into the application process.

After the longest online application he'd ever seen, an interview, multiple screen tests, an awkward psych evaluation, and extensive recipe planning and practice bakes, he was finally here. More specifically, at a hotel, waiting to be picked up along with the other contestants. A couple of them had arrived early like him and introduced themselves - a burly fellow with a kind face whose name started with a G (at least, he thought it was a G) and a small brunette woman who he wanted to call Jack, but he knew that wasn't it - but they were already chattering away while he stayed off to the side. It wasn't long before more began to trickle in: a brunette man with a silver steak in his hair, a stoic blonde woman, a redheaded kid who definitely looked too young to be there, another brunette man, a boisterous fellow who looked more like he was on his way to a fashion show than about to enter a baking competition, an older gentleman who offered the others tea before they left, a pretty young woman whose presence caught the attention of both brunettes, and a tired-looking bespectacled man who accepted the older gentleman's tea offer.

They stood around for a bit, making polite introductions and sipping their beverages. They were just getting around to Druig when it was announced that it was time to board the shuttle. He was the last one in since he'd hung back earlier - that is, until he sat down to find someone scooting in after him. Turning to look at the newcomer, Druig found himself face to face with the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

The final contestant was a demure woman with her hair pulled up into a few braids. After she slid in and the door shut behind her, her brown eyes turned toward him, and Druig realized he'd been staring. Before he even had time to be embarrassed, the woman broke into a smile and gave him a little wave. He waved back, feeling his nerves start to dissipate. When she said nothing, he decided to take the first step.

"I'm Druig," he said. Without missing a beat, the woman raised her hands and signed, I'm deaf. He responded with a nod of understanding before signing back, I know a few signs. At this, her eyebrows quickly shot up with surprise, and somehow, her grin grew even wider. She raised her hands again to say, I'm Makkari. After spelling it out and practicing her name sign with him a few times, Druig reintroduced himself. She offered him a hand, which he took. It was calloused but warm, and despite the awkward angle from sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, Druig couldn't help but notice that her hand seemed to fit perfectly in his.

Are you nervous? Makkari signed, moving a bit slower than before to make sure he could follow. A little, he replied, Are you?  She smiled cheekily as she mimicked back, A little. But mostly, I'm excited. Her expression softened again as she signed, And I'm glad to have a friend already. Druig could've sworn he felt his heart melting. Me too, he signed back.

Just as quickly as their conversation began, it came to a close as they arrived at their destination. Druig followed Makkari out of the shuttle and the rest of the group came soon after. A woman with dark hair and glasses was waiting for them, though another man immediately pulled Makkari aside and started signing to her. Druig didn't catch everything he said, as he signed rather fast, but he caught an introduction and realized he must be an interpreter. His suspicion was confirmed when he began to interpret for the bespectacled woman.

"Good morning everyone! My name is Darcy and I'm the assistant director of the Great British Bake Off. Here's how this is gonna work."

As Darcy went over the extensive list of rules, Druig found his eyes wandering around the group again. They all listened intently to her words with varying emotions. Makkari's eyes were firmly set on the interpreter, but he could see her foot twitching a bit, as if she were suppressing the urge to tap it as she listened. Druig stifled a smile and tried to listen, but he kept getting drawn back to that twitch.

Before he knew it, the woman had wrapped up her speech and he hadn't retained any information from it. She was moving on to questions, and the man with the streak in his hair - Ikaris, he heard him say - had several. As Druig shifted in his spot, he found himself bumping into Makkari, unaware of how close he'd been standing to her. He raised his hands to apologize, but as he did, he saw that she was smiling - actually, she was laughing but trying not to. At the sight of that, Druig couldn't help himself. He gently bumped her again, causing her to stifle a giggle. She glanced back at him and the interpreter quickly waved a hand to get her attention again. She turned her head back, but not before quickly bumping him back, causing him to smile to himself. This was going to be an interesting day.

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That's all I got for now! Likes and feedback would be much appreciated! 🙂

*EDIT: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

[beautifulmakkaris]

B, C, D, M, S, T

Im interested to see your responses.

Thank you for asking :))

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

HAHAHAH so embarrassing but it's golden (like daylight) was inspired by the fact that I like being the big spoon in my relationship and I thought Lucy would be too

C: What character do you identify with most?

I realised I wrote a lot of my Eternals/Drukkari fic from Druig's POV because I too am in love with Makkari LMAO. Jokes aside, I don't tend to relate too much to characters I write because I like working out their headspaces instead of being stuck in my own for a while. I will say I identified with Lucy in L&Co as a nothern girly myself a lot when she complained about the lack of gravy.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Ooh, no but if anyone wanted to put together one or had ideas for one to share with me I'd love that! I have playlists for all the ships I've written for but they're all very broad and have like 100+ songs because I'm useless at curating them haha

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Answered here! Although I'm feeling nice, so I'll tell you that the song I've picked to fill the day six prompt for locklyle week is Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift so go listen to that in preparation :))

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Omg SO MANY!! I love a good 'there's only one bed', fake dating (as long as there is communication before anything real happens!!), 'quick kiss me as a distraction/because someone's coming', going undercover together, lots of really fun ones that lead to cute situations.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I always think its really important to remember that fanfic is something that someone has taken the time to write for no reason other than its something they were passionate about, so even if its not my cup of tea, as long as its not exploitative or offensive or bashing on a character/concept just to be mean, I don't really have a problem with it - I just won't read it! AO3 has tags for a reason, filter what you want to read and let other people enjoy what you don't :)

[clevermird]

Silver, Ash,  and Bone playlist, chapter 17

Chapter 17′s song is “Powerless” by Linkin Park

Illyria gets a lot of focus in this chapter, and so this is her song. When I was compiling this list, I realized it couldn’t have been more perfect if it had been written for her.

The first verse reflects the nature of her relationship with Valthiel and the betrayal she felt as he chose to embrace his drukhari heritage (as a side note, his corsair title was King of Crimson, although that never made it into the story itself)

You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine You woke the devil that I thought you’d left behind I saw the evidence, the crimson soaking through Ten thousand promises Ten thousand ways to loose

The second verse, meanwhile, is her relationship with her father, who threw everything away in his blind pain and revenge, letting his grief cause her even more pain when they needed each other the most, ironically setting her on the path to become a farseer just like those he hates I watched you fall apart and chased you to the edge I’m left with emptiness that words cannot defend You’ll never know what I became because of you Ten thousand promises Ten thousand ways to loose

And the chorus works for both men. As a farseer, Illyria’s role is to use her vast psychic powers to guide and protect the residants of her craftworld, but when it comes to the two people she cares about most, she is, ultimately, powerless And you held it all But you were careless to let it fall You held it all, and I was by your side Powerless

[athenamarie]

✏️ FIRST AND LAST LINES ✏️

RULES: Go to your last 5 published fics and share the first and last line with no context!

A Kind Of Pretty Lethal Detective Duo:

FIRST: “Middle school. Talent show.”

LAST: “It’s a bit of a mystery to Wayne as to why, but he hugs the kid back nevertheless.”

Long Years Have Passed:

FIRST: “She often came to him like this.”

LAST: “Chrissy does not have anymore dreams that night.”

There You Are Sweetheart, Sorry I’m Late

FIRST: “In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born an only child.”

LAST: “‘That’s my girl,’ he says, and hops backwards off the balcony railing with a wiggled goodbye of his fingers.”

What If: Druig Went To Makkari:

FIRST: “Druig can hardly stay still.”

LAST: “He prays they can give Ikaris a long and painful death.”

I Thought I Had Wandered Into a Dream:

FIRST: “Chrissy had to be with her mother for the rest of the day, but they agreed to meet back at the clearing to take her to his Uncle’s.”

LAST: “And more.”

I was tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl and I’m tagging @beautifuldrukkari @simplymakkari ❤️

[welldonebeca]

Apex Predator (III)

WC: 2.1k words Pairing: Druig x Makkari, Ikaris x Makkari Warning: Jealous Druig, Polyamory. Threesome. Praising Kink. Spitroasting.

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At first, his family thought it was strange that he was so close to Ajak now, but time passed. Days, weeks, and months... Years. Until no one ever batted an eye at the fact Sersi wasn't his only Omega now.

Ajak, of course, was still their leader as they worked on destroying the deviants, and Ikaris was forced to realise that whatever plans Arishem had for him were in his own hands.

But he didn't know how to honour them.

Until, of course, some deviants attacked Rome.

Druig and Sprite were working on moving the humans out of the way and into safety without much trouble, and - as usual - Ikaris was fighting alongside Thena and Gilgamesh to take their attention to themselves, and keep the monsters from destroying the buildings.

He almost didn't see when one of them rushed to attack him, too busy with another deviant as it threatened a temple, and fell back when a pair of hands moved him out of the way, nearly pinning him to the ground before taking the blow for him.

"Makkari," he gasped.

She looked down at him, almost panicked, but her expression quickly looked confused, and he manhandled her off of him gently.

"Get back to Sersi," he signed.

Different from her usual stubborn self, she just obeyed.

It didn't take them long to corner the last deviant, which Ikaris just took down himself.

"Show off," Gilgamesh joked as he stood, and Thena smirked in agreement.

They made it back to the Domo, and he could see how Makkari was in her own her, silently following her into her room.

Her bedroom was full of nicknacks and she was too focused to notice him right away, quickly straightening his back when she felt his presence.

"Hey," he signed, trying to keep his face soft.

Makkari threw him a look and turned away for him, as not to face him, and Ikaris sighed. He was sure she could feel something changed between them.

Maybe she was scared.

Ikaris strode to her, and touched her arm, pushing his face between her neck and shoulder, rubbing his nose on her scent gland, and Makkari sucked in a breath, arching her chest.

He tried to let his actions speak as his hands held her body close, and she didn’t fight back, nearly melting in his grasp.

Soon the Alpha inside him grew bold, enough that he gave in to his instincts and straight up licked her across her gland, causing Makkari to moan very loudly.

The vibrations of her voice ran through his body like fire. Her voice was raspy, maybe affected by the thousands of years of quiet silence, but also a little familiar.

Yes, he had heard her moan before, distantly. Hungrier than this, more eager.

This was just the tip of the sounds he could get her to make.

Ikaris turned her to look at him, and Makkari’s eyes moved to his hands, already dazed.

“Can you feel it, Omega?” he signed to her.

She nodded, and he smiled, kissing her jaw and hearing her sigh.

Ikaris moved his fingers just as he spoke to her.

“I’m your Alpha.”

Makkari pulled back from him, and Ikaris moved his fingers just as he spoke to her.

"I know this is new," he affirmed. "But what we are feeling is something Arishem wants for us."

She frowned, a little confused.

"He wants our family to be more than a group," Ikaris continued. "But a pack! It's why you feel a call to me. I'm your Alpha."

"So that's how you got with Ajak?" he heard, and turned to find Druig at the door, watching them.

Ikaris huffed at the sound of his voice. The few other Alphas didn't challenge his claim, but Druig always quarrelled with him.

"Druig," he hissed.

"You can not be real with that Alpha shit," he argued.

"I am," he affirmed, simply.

"So what?" Druig walked to him, clearly angry. "Arishem says you have to fuck every Omega now?"

He frowned.

"And you don't believe him?" Ikaris asked. "You don't believe Ajak's visions?"

Druig pressed his lips together.

"We are Eternals," he hissed. "We must obey Arishem. And he wants us to be more."

"And isn't that convenient for you, Mister Perfect?" he spat at Ikaris, and he stood, facing him fully now. "You fuck Sersi, then Ajak, and come with this talk to Makkari."

Druig's lips curled in disgust.

"You don't even give them an option," he accused.

Ikaris stood a little taller, angrier now. What kind of accusation was that?

"I give them every option," he argued back, not giving him space to even believe his own lies. "They come to me willingly. Ajak came to me, Makkari wants me."

"Does she?" Druig inquired. "Cause that is not how it's been for the past two hundred years, if I can recall."

Ikaris held back a growl. Before he could even do anything, Makkari ran between them with a gush of wind, and took Druig with her to a corner.

Ikaris turned to them, but his body was hiding her moving hands, so quickly Ikaris could see a blur where he could even see anything.

He could tell they were arguing by the expression on their faces, before Makkari said something that stopped Druig's hands and his body relaxed, and he finally nodded in agreement.

For a moment, he thought she had shut Druig up and put him in his place, but Ikaris was surprised when she used her speed to push him to her bed, leaving her partner to watch them.

Their eyes connected for a moment before she moved and kissed him, the room filling with Druig's steps for a moment as their armours fell apart, and he pulled her close before realising there was no closing of doors, and the steps had ended by their side.

When Ikaris opened his eyes, he was just behind her caressing her skin, moving his fingers to her hair.

"Aren't you a pretty thing on top of him, my Makkari," he hummed, brushing her hair from her braid, letting it fall down her back, luscious and full in her tight curls.

She was beautiful.

Makkari threw her head back, and Ikaris watched as she took his lips in hers in a deep kiss as she slowly ground her ass against his cock, making him harden up.

"My beautiful, beautiful Makkari," Druig moved his hand to her chest, cupping her tits.

Their eyes connected, and Ikaris could see the possessiveness in his eyes.

Oh, he knew he would have mated her if he could. Druig would keep her all to himself if he could.

But Makkari was just like the wind. She couldn't be contained and neither of these possessive Alphas could hold her down as much as they wanted.

Her lips were curled in a smile, as if she knew the contents of their thoughts, and reached for Ikaris just as she did for Druig, her dexterous hands taking their cocks, stroking them in the same slow speed, and her eyes connected with Ikaris' when Druig moved his lips to her neck, planting hungry kisses, licking and biting her skin.

"You want to be inside her, don't you?" he asked, and Ikaris gulped.

"If she wants me to be."

Druig chuckled.

"You can be our Alpha, but she is just as mine," he pinched her nipples. "It's what she wants."

Ikaris would have loved to tease her more and watch her fall apart, but Makkari knew better, raising her hips before he could do more to taunt her, guiding his cock to her cunt and rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance.

She stared at him, eyes sly as she analysed him, and Druig chuckled behind her.

"Beg," he commanded, hands moving to caress her stomach. "Be nice. And she'll give you her sweet pussy."

Ikaris raised his eyebrows, shocked.

He was never one to beg.

Druig moved his hand down, pushing Ikaris' fingers away and playing with Makkari.

"You don't take anything from Makkari," he affirmed just as her head fell on his shoulders. "She gives it to you. If she wants and when she wants."

Makkari smirked, moaning, and Ikaris sighed as he sat up a little to watch her closely.

"Please my Omega," he begged, both with his lips and his hands. "I just want to make you feel good."

She could feel the vibrations of his words, but Ikaris knew how words were so much more meaningful than that.

He also knew Druig was filled with jealousy as he heard his words.

"I bet your little cunt is a hint to be filled up," he licked his lips. "To be knotted and plugged with cum from your Alpha."

Her smirk didn't disappear from her lips as she angled herself and sank on his cock, but moved to for a little O when she felt him fully, moaning out loud.

"Good Omega," he moaned, grabbing her hips with his big hands.

Druig's eyes followed him, fingers brushing against his hip bone as she took his cock beautifully.

"Such a good Omega for your Alpha," he purred, knowing he was only stroking his jealousy.

She pulled on Druig's arm, looking up at her lover and making him stand by Ikaris' side, stroking his cock and taking it in her lovely lips.

"Such a beauty, my Makkari," he hummed. "Sucking my cock so prettily as she rides another."

"Do you like taking cock on both ends?" Ikaris moaned, guiding her hips, searching for her sweet spot.  "Filling you right up?"

She moaned around Druig, eyes closed as her cunt fluttered around him, and Ikaris reached for her clit, playing with her.

When she finally swallowed up the last of Druig's cock - he was long, longer than Ikaris - he felt himself twitching at the sight. She took it so gracefully, bulging in her throat and hollowing her cheeks, holding his hips in a strong grip.

Druig has his eyes closed, with his head falling forward and lips parted the smallest bit as he panted.

"Are you going to fuck her throat properly," he challenged him. "Or will I just have to do it for you?"

His eyes opened and he glared at Ikaris, but Makkari chuckled, looking right up at her lover, and he could guess he knew exactly how to read her gaze.

Druig took the challenge, pushing his fingers into her full hair and fucking her throat with the same rhythm Ikaris was making her bounce on his cock.

He angled himself, trying to find the sweet spot in her, eager to make her go mad, and raised his head when Druig chuckled.

"Play with her clit, Ikaris," he growled. "It takes much more than you can give to make her cum without it."

Ikaris scoffed.

He knew that.

He rubbed her clit while his other hand guided her bouncing hips, and grunted, embraced by her flowing slick, warm and wet.

Until Druig spoke. Again.

"Her sweet spot is mine," he looked down into her eyes. "Isn't it, my pretty girl?"

Her cunt fluttered with the compliment, wetter, hungrier.

"Such a gorgeous thing, my beautiful Makkari," he hummed, caressing her hair. "Hips riding his cock, tits bouncing as he fucks you deep."

Makkari whimpered, and his fingers clenched on her hips.

"You are little more than a toy to her," he bragged. "I've made her cum just like this, with my words, as she sucked me off."

Ikaris growled. He had half a mind to pull Makkari off of Druig and knot her himself. But Makkari was a squirming little thing. She was like sand, and if he squeezed her too tight, she would slip right through his fingers.

"She is so perfect," Druig continued to look at her face, with a love he had never let himself perceive, too distracted with Sersi, or Ajak, or just life.

Love and devotion, undying.

"And she is ever more beautiful when she cums," he hummed, smiling the littlest bit.

Ikaris quickened the pace of his fingers on her clit, eager to see it.

Druig hummed along with her moans, nearly singing, and he could feel her cunt flutter and flutter around him, tighter and tighter.

Makkari came with a muffled cry, and it was like a domino effect, triggering Ikaris' own orgasm, and he moaned as he knotted her, hearing Druig's voice faltering as he tripped over the edge himself.

Her lover pulled his cock from her lips while he was still dripping, taking them in a hungry kiss.

When he pulled away, Makkari pulled Druig down to lie by his side just before wrapping her arm around him, holding him close, shallow and thrusting her hips up, kissing his shoulder, still holding Druig's hand.

At that moment Ikaris was glad for Druig's presence. If he had Makkari all to himself, he probably might not have been able to - pun unintended - keep up with her.

"Beautiful Makkari," he kissed her cheek.

She chuckled and Druig did the same, flicking his ear just as Makkari moved back, and Ikaris quickly moved his eyes to her hands.

"Don't," she smiled.

Ikaris laughed.

"Fine," he signed. "I won't."

When he caught sight of Druig's smile, he rolled his eyes, and turned to her again to prove his point.

"For you, our Omega," he added, emphatic.

He looked at his side, and her lover had a little smile playing on his lips, but said nothing.

Theirs.

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[athenamarie]

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[simplymakkari]

vampire!drukkari - but stranger things have happened in the nighttime - chapter 5 sneak peek 🤭 (let me know if you'd like to be tagged/dt!)

[upon-a-starry-night]

Never Lost Pt1

~Ongoing~

Drukkari x female reader

College Au

Summary: You meet your new roommate Makkari and her friends at college. Something begins developing between you, Druig, and Makkari, but will insecurities and sorority girls get in the way of your blooming romance?

(disclaimer! This series is unedited and will have errors- I apologize)

You smiled as you felt the fresh warm air hit your face, stepping out of the car you admired to view in front of you.The dorm buildings were huge and lavish, you could only imagine what the inside looked like. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your mom nudging your shoulder

“Come on Y/n, we don’t have all day and I have a flight to catch” She grabbed some of your bags from the backseat and began walking towards the dorm doors, you playfully rolled your eyes- it was 8 AM you both had plenty of time to get your stuff unpacked.

Your mother had gratefully made the drive up to California with you in your car, but she was catching a flight back home this evening in order to get back in time for work.

You grabbed one of the duffel bags and slung it around your shoulder before grabbing a box and following after your mom, you found her talking with the receptionist at the front desk of the building, they both looked at you as you approached

“Hi! You must be Y/n?” the woman questioned and you groaned

“Mom, what have you told her?” your mom just shook her head with a small smile

“I’m just trying to find out where your room is y/n” She stated, you squinted your eyes at her in suspicion

“Right, I just need you to sign a few papers and then i can give you your keycard- it’s used to get in your dorm, foodhall, and lounge rooms” 

“Ok cool” You set down your stuff and grabbed the pen handed to you, briefly reading over everything before signing

“So she has a roommate right?” Your mom inquired

“Yes, she arrived yesterday so all of her stuff will be in the room already, i’m not sure if she’s there currently but i guess you’ll find out” The receptionist said

“She?” Your mother turned to you with an inquisitive smirk on her face and you had to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes again. 

It was no secret that you were bisexual, and you were lucky to have a mother that was accepting but it also meant that she was buying you anything and everything that had a rainbow and assumed you were going to fall in love with every girl you met. You were lucky you did most of the shopping for your dorm by yourself or you’re almost entirely sure your bedspread and school supplies would all be rainbow.

You waved a polite goodbye to the front desk lady as you picked up your bags and new keycard and began walking to your dorm, you had to take the elevator because your room was on the second floor but you didn’t mind as you didn’t have anything too heavy to unpack anyway.

You scanned the keycard until the lock flashed green and entered the room, you looked over to the other side that was practically already fully decorated and noticed a few track trophies and posters of older bands of music, they had good taste you decided. 

You set your stuff down on your side, throwing the duffle bag onto the bed before following it and laying down. 

Huh, the bed wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. 

Your mother huffed “no no no Y/n there is no time for resting, we’ve got to unpack the rest of the car come on” She left no room for arguments as she exited the room, she was always one to worry about time crunches.

You ran after your mom as she nearly speed walked out of the building, stopping in the lobby to catch your breath when you noticed by far the prettiest girl you’d ever seen walk into the building, she was dressed in a crop top and leggings showing off her beautiful caramel skin and good physique as she wiped sweat off her neck with a towel, obviously coming back from some sort of run.

She looked over at you, catching you staring and giving you the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen before waving and walking away. Oh yeah, you liked this college already. 

You and your mom grabbed the rest of your stuff and you locked your car before making your way back, this time when you opened your door there was someone inside and you thanked the heavens for whoever assigned the roommates. The same girl you’d run into downstairs was sitting on her bed and scrolling on her phone, looking up when you and your mother entered

“Oh look Y/n! Hi, I’m y/n’s mother it’s nice to meet you” You mother set down the boxes she was holding and walked over to the pretty girl who sat up to shake your moms hand 

“What’s your name darling?” your mother questioned, you could see the girl paying avid attention to your mom’s mouth, you were about to question it before your eyes were drawn down to her hands as she signed her name M-a-k-k-a-r-i. Ah, now you understood, she was reading her lips.

You smiled to yourself as you put down your boxes and walked over, introducing yourself in return, the girl looked mildly surprised but more pleased than anything.

“You speak sign language?” She signed

You nodded “My nephew is deaf so i learned it so I could communicate with him-, you explained

“That’s very sweet of you” 

“Thank you”

“Well i’m glad to see you two getting along already” you mother interjected “but we need to get you set up Hon” she turned to you and you sighed

“Alright”

Makkari offered to help and despite you telling her you didn’t want to inconvenience her, she still helped you set up a few things, the three of you working together got the unpacking done a lot faster than you’d excepted and by the time noon came around you were practically finished 

“Shit that was fast” you expressed, Makkari smiling and your mother swatting you on the shoulder

You sat down on your bed as your mother announced she was going to the bathroom, Makkari sat across from you on her bed

“So,” you began signing “You do track?” you nodded your head in the direction of her trophies

She beamed “Yes! I love running, it’s always been very therapeutic for me”

You snorted “couldn’t be me, exercise is not my thing, the most I can do is like 2 push-ups and a hike to the nearest ice cream shop”

She shook her head, pretending to scold you “exercise is very important, helps to keep you healthy”

“Amongst other things” you muttered to yourself, trying hard not to look at the abs showing slightly under the crop top she was wearing, when you looked back up she was smirking. Shit, had she read your lips?

Your mother burst back in right at that moment, complaining that you hadn’t moved since she left and forcing you to get off your bed to continue setting everything up, there were still some things you needed, like food for the next week at least and a few textbooks so after finishing your room you waved goodbye to Makkari and went off with your mom.

You had a feeling this school year was going to be interesting, to say the least

Yay Chapter 1! As always, Please leave a comment to tell me what you thought!- Starry

Pt2.

[eternalslover]

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Hey, can I please request dating Makkari headcanons

she's very big on physical affection. hand holding, forehead kisses, cuddling, you name it. she just likes having you close to her

we all know she has a knack for stealing trinkets, and we love her for that. so you can bet she's snatch all sorts of things for you over the years

you prefer to talking in sign language with her even though you know she can both read lips and feel the vibrations of your voice. but sign language feels best

she's a blanket hog when you're in bed, but it just gives you a reason to cuddle up to her even closer

you love buying her new books even though she practically blazes through them. but the way her eyes light up when you gift them to her a sight you never get tired of ( she actually takes time to read them slowly )

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 1.2

Hello fellow Drukkari stans! I just wanted to say thanks so much for the support and feedback last week. I am back with a part 2 of last week’s fic! I had a lot of fun with this one. Got some other characters showing up and got to flesh out the dynamics a bit. Hopefully no one is too OOC. Also, I am not a baker and have no idea if anything I wrote on the subject is accurate :). Anyway, if you missed part 1 and would like some context before you read this, you can find it here. Now, here is the next part of my Drukkari Great British Bake Off au!

One challenge later, Druig was already exhausted. He’d mainly been worried about getting the icing on his cake in time (which he did, by some miracle, even if it sort of melted off), but the thing he really struggled with was the interviews before and after. He was one of the first to go, leaving him little time to get nervous again at least, but he still felt like a deer in headlights, and he was pretty sure he gave them nothing but terse answers. At least they’d have plenty of others to use.

That aside, he was pretty content with his signature cake. The judges had appreciated his choice of flavors and the resulting textures, even if the icing had turned out rather messy (but it was there, at least). As such, he was looking forward to trying it himself during their lunch break.

Just as he was sitting down to eat, Makkari came out of her own interview. He waved her over and she took the seat across from him.

How’d your interview go? he asked.

Good, I think, she responded. But I might have given them too much.

It’s alright, he replied. I think I gave them too little. You’ll balance it out.

This earned him a chuckle, which may have made his stomach flip.

Did you try your cake yet? she asked.

No, would you like some?

Her smile widened once again. Sure!

The theme had been based around colors. The judges wanted a two-tiered cake in a color that the baker felt represented them in some way. He’d gone with a blackberry cake decorated with black icing and raspberries. He’d also added a dash of cinnamon to the batter, which the judges had enjoyed despite their initial concerns about the combination. Even with this in mind, Druig braced himself when Makkari lifted her fork to her mouth to try some. To his relief, she immediately broke into a smile.

It's really good! she said, putting extra emphasis on the “really.” It’s not too sweet or too tart.

Thank you, he signed shyly.

Try some! she told him, gesturing to his plate. He obeyed, taking a rather large bite. She was right. While he had tested the recipe at home, he thought it had turned out even better today. The flavors were well balanced, and while it would’ve been better if the icing hadn’t melted off, it was still quite satisfying.

Okay, your turn, he said, gesturing to Makkari’s own cake. She arched an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, but she kept a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her cake toward him.

Based on what the judges had said, her cake had turned out much better than his. Her decorations hadn’t melted off like his, which certainly helped. Makkari had gone for a dark chocolate and red velvet cake, foregoing the typical red and white look for red and deep brown that almost looked black. It was certainly a visually striking cake that had stood out against the mainly cool-colored cakes of their fellow competitors. Druig took a bite and was immediately struck by how rich it was. But despite that strong first impression, there was also plenty of depth in the flavors, especially the chocolate.

“Wow,” was all he could say at first.

Good wow, or bad wow? she asked, carefully studying at his expression.

“Good wow,” he replied. “Very good wow.”

She chuckled at this, and he was just about to say more when someone else approached their table. It was the fashionable man from before – Kingo, Druig had learned. During the challenge, his station had been just in front of Makkari’s, and she’d been delighted to discover that he knew BSL as well – better than Druig did, actually. Druig knew he had no right to be jealous, so he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as the other man sat next to Makkari.

“Hi Makkari! Mind if I sit?” he asked enthusiastically.

Not at all! she answered. Have you met Druig yet?

“I have not!” He extended his hand to Druig, and they introduced themselves again.

We were just trying our cakes, Makkari explained, gesturing to their plates.

“Oh! Want to try mine?” Kingo’s cake had been ambitious, to say the least. He’d gone with a vibrant ube cake with passion fruit and guava inside, as well as mango slices decorating the top. While the judges hadn’t faulted the fruit combination, the other flavors had overpowered the ube, and the cake had turned out rather sticky and dense with all the fruit weighing it down. Nevertheless, Makkari accepted the offer and took a small bite. He offered some to Druig too, and he was just curious enough to accept. Makkari’s face gave little away as she chewed thoughtfully under Kingo’s watchful gaze. Druig actually did enjoy the flavors, but the judges were dead on about losing the ube, and it was definitely much chewier than a cake should be. After a moment, Makkari lifted her hands to say, It’s… interesting.

“Well, I’d hate to be boring,” Kingo responded. “Thoughts, Druig?”

“I think interesting is an apt description.”

I love the color! Makkari interjected.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure you’d let me sit with you since mine doesn’t match your color scheme.” Druig hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he saw it, it was hard to ignore. Makkari’s cake neatly inverted his own cake’s colors.

Well, now that you mention it… Makkari signed with a coy smile. Kingo’s mouth fell open in feigned hurt as he turned to Druig.

“Druig, don’t let her kick me out!”

“I think the lady has decided.”

Maybe you can sit with Karun! At this, Kingo’s jaw nearly hit the table. The tea-touting gentleman, Karun, had also decided to make an ube cake, but unlike Kingo’s, he had not lost the ube flavor by adding other fruits. As Kingo began to sputter in shock, Makkari dissolved into a fit of giggles, and Druig was fighting the urge to do the same. Kingo started to stand, but Makkari pulled him back down, signing, Kidding! Stay!

“You sure you don’t want to give my seat to Dane?” Dane, the other brunette, had gone for a black cake as well, but his was black forest. Coincidentally, the brunette in question had just walked into the dining area and was looking for an empty table.

I think he has someone else to sit with, Makkari observed. Right on cue, the pretty young woman from earlier walked in, and Dane smiled and waved at her.

“What was her name again?” Druig asked.

“Sersi, I think.” Kingo responded. The table grew quiet as they observed Sersi walking to Dane’s table. Just as she was beginning to speak, Druig felt a tug on his arm.

Stop watching or they’ll think we’re weird! Makkari signed emphatically.

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” he signed back, whispering along so the other table wouldn’t hear. This earned him a snort from Kingo and a playful shove from Makkari.

Speak for yourself! Now, tell me what they’re talking about.

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Yes, I had to work in the matching costume color schemes somehow. I thought about changing Dane’s, but there’s also something amusing about both him and Druig choosing black but having very different takes on it. And once again, likes, reblogs, and feedback would be much appreciated!

Part 3

[roguesones]

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