#kristi talks about her dad!druig fantasy

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Valentines

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: Druig's daughter asks if he has a Valentine, forcing him to sit down and make a Valentine's Day card for you when he said he hasn't asked you to be his Valentine.

WC: 596

Druig casually walked into the kitchen, his hand holding onto his empty bowl. "What are you working on, m'love?" he asked in between chews as he watched Orla sitting at the kitchen table.

The 8-year-old hovered over her pink and red project, pens sticking out from her closed fist. "I'm doing my valentines for my class!" she told him excitedly, holding up one of her red construction paper hearts, making the stray glitter fall onto the table.

Druig let out an amused chuckle and placed his bowl on the counter, "Who's your valentine?" he asked.

"Uncle Kingo," she answered as she went back to work, "he rented a whole movie theater for us tomorrow."

Druig came up behind her and ran his fingers through her hair before placing a kiss on the top of her head. His crystal blue eyes scanned the messy table, his first thought was questioning how long it would take him to clean all the glitter. "Who's your valentine, daddy?"

Druig hummed, "Your mom of course."

"Did you make her a valentine's card?" she wondered.

The Eternal shrugged "No?"

Orla gasped dramatically, her pens falling to the table with a soft thud. She whipped her head around to look at him with shocked wide eyes "You didn't make her a card?" she sounded offended, which only made her father more confused. Orla stood on the kitchen chair and placed her palms on the sides of his cheeks. "If you didn't make her a card and ask, she's not your valentine!"

Druig fought back a laugh and put his hands on her little wrists, "Would you like to help me make one for her?" he asked.

Orla wasted no time hopping off the chair and pushing Druig into it. Running around the table to grab all the supplies and laying them in front of her dad. She sat beside him and offered him some advice on where to put lace trim and glitter.

"How does this look?" he asked as he showed her where he had put a few red rhinestones. Orla narrowed her eyes and let out a hum before finally nodding in approval. They worked side by side, sharing a glue stick; Druig would help her with the safety scissors, and she would place dots of glue onto his card for him to add more shiny things.

Walking into the living room after a while, he saw you lying on your back with your 2-year-old held high in your arms like he was flying. Your pair of giggles made his heart warm and his stomach fill with butterflies. "My beloved," he said lovingly over the laughter.

You rolled your head backward to look at him upside down. "Hi," you giggle.

"I have something for you," he smirked.

You sat Rory on the ground and stood up, brushing your hands on the sides of your legs. Your eyebrows raised as you noticed his confident smirk and hands behind his back. "Yes?" you question, folding your arms across your chest.

Druig holds up the glittery heart and presses the blank side to his nose, "Will you be my valentine?"

You swore you could have melted, your eyes leaving his for just a brief moment as you saw your giggling daughter hiding behind the door frame. Returning your gaze to him and unfolding your arms, you carefully took his card into your hands. "I would love to be your valentine, Druig."

He happily leaned forwards and pressed a loving kiss to your lips, earning a small "Gross," from the other side of the room.

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hi!! so what if Dad!Druig and reader have a child that is having a hard time speaking since they are on that age of communicating. So they teach them sign language so they can communicate since the child is crying since it’s hard to communicate. But fluff!!! (I also relate to this) ty!!!

Thanks for this anon! I could totally see this with Rory! ahhh I need to write for this fictional kid more. enjoy

no matter what you and Druig wanted to teach the kids how to sign

Makkari was his best friend and their godmother so of course they were gonna learn

Orla was really great with her words! She was a fast learner

Rory on the other hand got easily frustrated when he tried to talk

"What do you want, Ror?" Druig asked the little one sitting in his high chair

Rory's eyebrows were furrowed, his tiny mouth frowning

his eyes glaring at the bowl Druig was holding

he knew the word but it wouldn't come out

frustrated tears sprang to his eyes

with a sigh, druig placed the plastic bowl on the tray

"more," he signed

Rory copied him

Druig smiled happily and slid the bowl closer to him

"more! good job," he cooed

as he grew up and he was better at communicating Rory still defaulted to signing when he got upset

his hands were faster than his words

"Mom! Dad! Rory stole my headphones!" Orla shouted as she and Rory stomped into the room

the mind reader watched at Rory's cheeks filled with air, his lips tightly closed as he huffed

Orla folded her arms against her chest, "You're not gonna defend yourself?" she hissed

Druig's face softened, giving Rory a small nod "Orla, that's enough," he scolded

'I didn't take them!' he signed, 'she left them in the car, I told her but she wouldn't listen to me.'

Rory looked at Druig and smiled shyly as a silent thank you

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you can do dad!druig where he's teaching Orla how to control her powers but she's having a hard time and wants to quit because she's frustrated?

Dad!Druig x Reader

ahhh i really liked writing this blurb!!

WC:491

Your hand gently went through Orla's hair, scratching her scalp as she whined from her headache, her legs draped over the arms of the couch. "Mom, I swear, if I have to listen to the neighbor behind us say one more gross thing about dad, I'm going to move out," she ranted, looking up at you. She folded her arms as her face scrunched.

Your eyes narrowed at her comment, "What did she say?" you asked bitterly, irritation rising in your voice. You knew that woman was up to no good.

"Orla, let's go," Druig chimed in as he entered the living room, putting on his leather jacket. Orla let out a dramatic sigh as she turned over, nuzzling her face in your stomach. Druig rolled his eyes at his daughter and walked towards the front door.

"You won't get better at mind control if you don't practice," You told her softly, giving her a nudge to get off.

Every week, Druig and Orla would sit in the back of the park as a group of college kids played on the field. "Make that one take control of the ball," Druig instructed from beside her on the bench.

Orla took in a deep inhale, sitting straight up. She could hear the echoing whispers of the cosmic energy in her head as her eyes turned to gold. Their heads were completely empty as she took control over one of them, this was going to be easy... until the kid wouldn't budge.

She furrowed her eyebrows, prodding him further. "Fuck," she cured as she broke the connection, stomping her foot on the grass beneath her.

"It's ok, Orla. Try again," Druig reassured her.

And so she did, again, and again, and again. With each failed attempt her head began to pound and her patience wore thin, her father's encouraging words and advice weren't doing much good either.

"It just takes practice, m'love," Druig said softly, slouching in his seat.

Orla jumped from her seat, "Practice!" she snapped, turning around to look at Druig. "You and mom knew how to use your powers from the day you arrived on earth! Rory who's nine, dad, can create shields the size of Dublin! Yet I have to practice?" She yelled angrily, feeling the tears well in her eyes.

Druig's face softened as he stood, his hand placed calmly on her shoulder. "Orla..."

"I just want to be as good as you," she managed.

Druig felt his heart crumble as her words met his ears, his hand ready to wipe the tears that fell. "Oh, Orla," he sighed, his lips forming a frown. She let out a small whimper and collided with his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist. "You're going to be better than me one day. Mind controllin' the whole world trying to help them even. We'll try again tomorrow, only if you want to."

After a few moments of consideration, Orla finally nodded.

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the kids thinking you and druig are having another baby would include...

Dad!Druig x Reader

a/n: haven't written for the dad!druig fantasy in a hot minute, here's some fluff

Orla noticed you weren't feeling well, waking up and spending the morning in the bathroom 

"Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine, my love," you groaned, leaning up against the wall "pretty sure it was just the food from the restaurant last night." 

she hummed and let it go 

until it kept happening 

she even overheard you and Druig fondly reminiscing about her and Rory as babies 

did you want another? 

then you complained about your back hurting and headaches on Kingo's plane going to the family reunion 

Orla lowered her magazine, "Are you ok, mom?" there was more suspicion in her voice 

"I'm fine," you repeated, brushing her off much like the last time she asked you 

she walked into her parent's bedroom late one night awake from the jetlag, the both of you fast asleep with Druig rubbing your stomach 

Orla kept it to herself until you turned up your nose at Gil's cooking 

she shoved Rory up against a wall after dinner "Mom's pregnant." 

"What!" Rory shouted, only to have his mouth covered by her hand 

"All the signs are there, mom and dad just haven't said anything." 

Rory was about to have a panic attack, "I'm the baby! She can't do that to me." 

he gathered a fist of fabric over his heart and heaved

Orla huffed, "How do you think I felt?" 

it didn't take long for the family to catch on to Orla's theory 

Gil overheard the kids talking in the hallway 

he told Thena 

who told Sersi 

who then accidentally let it slip to Phastos 

"So," Phastos hummed as he and Druig worked on one of the sheds, "what'd you do with all the baby stuff after the kids?" 

Druig arched a brow and looked over at him

"We donated most of it? Kept a few things for the memories. Do you and Ben need it?" 

Phastos frowned at Druig's shit-eating grin 

everyone was on high alert that night at dinner 

watching your every movement to see how you reacted to the food 

"What's going on with them?" Druig asked in your mind 

"So it's not just me? They keep staring." 

You put your fork down and slid your chair backwards

"Is there something you all know that we don't?" you asked impatiently 

they all nervously denied it, shifting glances at each other 

"You could tell us," Druig sighed, his eyes turning gold, "or I could make you." 

"Is Y/N pregnant?" Thena asked. 

"Pregnant?" you gasped

"Yes." 

"I am not pregnant." 

th room stayed still, Orla hung her head in embarrasment 

"Yes!" Rory shouted happily, raising his fists in the air

You and Druig dragged the kids into the bedroom, sitting them on the bed. "Orla did you really think I was pregnant?" you asked, folding your arms across your chest. The 18 year old nodded sheepishly. 

"You were throwing up in the morning." 

"Food poisioning." 

"You were having boy aches on the plane." 

You hummed, "I always feel that way on airplanes. It may be a private jet but it's still too cramped." 

Orla shifted her gaze to Druig. His face remained neutural, she just hoped he wasn't angry with her. "Are you mad?" she asked. 

"Why would we be mad?" Druig asked, getting down onto his knees, placing his hand on Rory's leg. 

"I just know how hard it was to have us..." 

"Orla, we don't want anymore children," you cut in, sitting next to her on the bed. 

"You don't?" Rory sighed in relief. 

"Orla, you were a missing piece that we felt for thousands of years," you told her, putting a lock of brown hair behind her ear.  

Druig glanced up at Rory's sad expression, "And you, my brave little knight," he sighed, "you completed our family." 

His face instantly brightened, "I did?" 

You hummed and nodded, "We are whole because of you two. What more could we want?" 

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1. Mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose.

this but with dad!druig and they're on the couch and orla and rory walk in and practically cry because of how cute they are

Dad!Druig x Reader

wc: 293

a/n: a dad!druig request? of course!! I tweaked this just a little bit~

Thirty minutes. You chuckled to yourself as you looked up at the bar that was displayed on the lower half of the television screen. Your husband lasted thirty minutes before his blue eyes fluttered closed, and soft snores escaped his plush lips after placing his head in your lap.

He let out small whispers of complaints as your leg gently bobbed from using your foot to rock Rory in his bouncy chair. Those complaints quickly subsided as your pinky finger delicately trailed down the bridge of his nose. You had very few praises for Arishem, but Druig was one of them.

Your finger moved from his nose to the small scar he gained in battle on his cheek. Circling the small indent, your lips formed a small smile before you moved your finger over the sparse freckles. "Mommy?" Orla's sleepy voice yawned from the base of the stairs.

"Yes my love?" you whispered, cupping Druig's cheek.

"I'm not tired," she huffed as she picked up the hem of her nightgown and marched over to the arm of the chair. "What are you doing?" she whispered moments later, looking down at her sleeping father.

"Making a map, just in case I forget my favorite spots on your dad's face," you giggled.

Orla cracked a smile and took her pointer finger to run down the bridge of his nose. Her eyes carefully watched Druig's face just in case her small movements woke him. "I like daddy's nose," she told you.

You hummed and raised your hand to touch the tip of her little nose, "I like your nose."

"Does it look like his?" she asked after you moved your hand.

You nodded and cupped her face, "I see so much of him in you, my dear."

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I'm sorry for the softness of this request, I've 😭😭 just thinking about it, wanted to see your take on it...Father Daughter Dance; Orla & Druig or Mother Son Dance; Rory & Mom.

Dad!Druig x Reader

A/n: bestie this has been my hyper fixation since you sent this to me! I made sure to add the reader and druig having a couple moments together ♡ this is also a little self-indulgent bc i'm currently obsessing over a Paolo Sebastian dress and the readers gonna wear it ♡ there's a lot of headcanons I'm so sorry

Druig looked confused as his 10-year-old marched up to him after school and shoved a bright pink flyer to his chest

then he saw her big eyes and matching wide smile

"Can we go, daddy?" she asked excitedly

"Daddy daughter dance?" he questioned, taking another look at the paper

she hummed and nodded happily

he couldn't deny her mother's smile

"I would love to, Orla."

ever since then, she was so excited

counting down the days on the horse calendar that she kept in her room

having him tell her the stories when he took you to the fancy balls

she couldn't wait to dance like that

you, Sersi, and Orla took her to pick out a dress for the dance

it was cute and pink

little white daisies embroidered on the fluffy skirt

she hung it on the door of her closet so she could look at it every day

"My beloved," Druig hummed as he pressed his warm lips to the back of your neck, his hands placed firmly on your sides

you smirked, "What do you want, Dru?"

"Help me make flowers for Orla?"

you gasped with delight and grabbed a vase, placing it in the center of the kitchen table

you were more than happy to help

cosmic energy swirled around your pointer finger as Druig listed Orla's favorite flowers

"Bigger," he said, cocking his head at the arrangement you created

you made it bigger, looking at him for approval

"Bigger," he mumbled

you pointed again, cosmic energy enlarging the flowers

"It's missing something."

"One more point, and it'll be as tall as me. What's wrong with it?"

"Baby's breath."

you raised an eyebrow, "baby's breath?" you repeated

Druig smiled softly, "She's my baby."

a whine escaped your lips, your eyes softening

Druig rolled his eyes and picked up the vase, "Thank you, m'love."

"You look so pretty," you told her as she bounced down the stairs, her bubble ponytail hitting her back with every step

she gasped at the large flowers he had on the living room table for her

Druig smiled triumphantly as she buried her nose in the flowers

"Ready, dad?" she asked happily

Druig looked down at her and almost started crying

"Ready," he managed, his voice only slightly cracking

she was growing up so fast

Orla held his hand the whole time as they walked into the gymnasium

she was quickly pulled away by her friends

Druig fondly smiled as he talked with some of the other fathers he'd made friends with

she caught his eyes and waved at him from her little group

he was more than happy to sit at one of the tables and watch her play

he of course raided the snack table beforehand

offering her one of the items from his pockets every time she came to check on him

"Left or right pocket?"

"Right please," she said, holding her hand out

she shoved the gummy candy in her mouth before running off

Druig, per request of his daughter, taught her some of the Regency era ball dances he remembered from back in the day

he thought it was funny with the modern music in the background

she giggled when he bowed to her

they were in their own little world as she danced with him

he'd do whatever it took to make her smile

once a slow song came on, she dragged him to the middle of the floor

her head rested on his stomach as they swayed back and forth

clasping her arms around his waist

Druig's eyes scanned the room, admiring the humans

"I love you, dad," Orla spoke suddenly

the threat of tears returned, his heart thumped against his ribcage

"I love you too, Orla."

he offered her "real" food at the little diner by the house

"Can we get a milkshake?" she asked, holding onto his hand as they walked to the car

"Only if you let me dip the fries in it."

he tilted his chin upward, his blue eyes looking down at her

"Deal."

she returned the upward chin tilt

Druig carried her back into the house, her soft snores tickling his neck

"How was the dance?" you asked from the kitchen table, your eyes glued to your phone

"She had the best time," he whispered

"And you?" you asked with a smile, finally looking up at him

his grip on her tightened a little, resting his cheek on the top of her head, "It was nice."

he kept it to himself, knowing the day would come when they didn't spend time together like this

he just wanted to treasure the memory

Rory was over the moon, bouncing off the wall when his teacher said there'd be a mother-son dance at school

all this 8 year old wanted to do was show you off

spend some one on one time with you

"Mommy! Mommy can we go? Please, please, please?" He begged as he wrapped his limbs around your leg

you wobbled and placed your hand on the wall to brace yourself

your free hand holding the paper

"Sure, baby," you chuckled, "of course."

it was the only thing Rory would talk about at school

and at home

"Uncle Kingo! Guess where my mom's taking me?" he asked, stealing the phone from his sister

Druig helped him pick out an outfit and did his hair

combing his mop of brown hair back and out of his face

teaching him to tie his little black tie in the mirror

Orla was so excited to help you get ready

"This one!" she squealed as she sprawled out on your bed, showing you a picture in a magazine

you nodded in agreement, "Remember we pay for things, not conjure them, ok?" you gave your disclaimer before transforming into the black tea-length gown

Orla scrunched her nose and nodded happily

"Mom do you have anything else?" she huffed as she rummaged through your jewelry box

you turn around from your vanity and placed one more bobby pin in your updo

"Anything is fine, honey. It's just a school dance."

"It's more than that to Rory and you know that."

you grimaced at her smug smile, "fine."

you waked to the closet and pulled out an old, long jewelry box that rested in the back

"Holy shit," she gasped as you opened it

"Language," you scolded

she was in awe of the display of fancy jewels you collected over your existence on earth, dating back to your time in Babylon

"These."

she finally picked out simple teardrop pearls from the 18th century

"Your dad got me these from a French duchess," you explained fondly as you put them on

"Ok! She's coming," Orla told them as she ran down the stairs

Rory grinned as Druig lovingly rubbed his shoulders from behind

Druig instantly recognized the earrings as you walked down the stairs

truth be told he was rendered speechless

"You look so pretty!" Rory gasped as he ran to hug you, "can we go now?"

"Druig?" you question as your eyes met his, you wanted to laugh at his blushing face

all he wanted to do was touch your glowing skin and ruin the red lipstick you wore with kisses

once you stood up he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers pressing into your lower back, "You're beautiful, m'lady. Save me a dance, yeah?"

"I will," you whispered

"Take care of your mom, my brave little knight," Druig instructed

Rory wasted no time dragging you to meet all his teachers even though you already knew them

the 8-year-old was just so proud to have you as his mom

"Your son speaks so highly of you," one of the other mothers told you as you finally got a moment to breathe

"I wish my boys loved me that much," another laughed

it didn't last long before he had you on the dance floor

you never heard him giggle and dance so much in his little life

you held him during the first slow song

one of the only times you thanked Arishem for your enhanced strength

holding him and standing in high heels was no easy feat

Rory looked around at the other little boys

some of them danced with their moms but others danced with older men and women, and there were a couple of his friend's dads out there

"Mommy, where are their moms?" he asked sadly

you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply at his innocent question

"Well, Rory. Sometimes kids don't have their mommy, they have other people to take care of them and love them... and that's ok."

"Oh," he responded meekly

he hugged you a little bit tighter, his little hands balled into fists

you rubbed his back in small circles to console him

after you sat him down at the table and placed a few snacks in front of him, he began to feel better

"Ready to dance again, my love?" you asked as you moved some hair out of his face

he nodded happily and took your hand

he was passed out in your arms when you got back home

Druig lounged on the couch, his nose in a book as you walked through the front door

"I'm going to put him to bed, I'll be back," you whispered to him as you kicked the door close

you dropped Rory in his bed with a soft grunt, "Let's get to changed," you told him

"No," he whined as he rolled over, "too tired."

you were at least able to get his tie and shoes off, "Alright," you sang, "don't complain when you're uncomfortable."

he mumbled and nodded before you turned off the light

you came back down the stairs to soft classical music playing from the stereo

Druig stood in the middle of the living room

obvious that he moved the furniture out of the way

"Did you save me that dance?" he asked with a smirk

you laughed and placed your hand in his

his free hand found your waist, and yours found his bicep

you let him sway you to the music, letting your head rest against his

"Missed you," he mumbled after a while

"Missed you more," you responded

he looked at the old earrings, narrowing his eyebrows playfully, "did you keep the matching tiara."

you let out a chuckle, "I did, I did."

"Mom you have a tiara!" Orla shrieked

you and Druig snapped your heads toward the stairs

Orla and Rory st on the top step, watching you two dance

you and Druig simply laughed at her outburst before helping them get back in bed

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<3 Maybe something with Orla going through her first breakup

Dad!Druig x Reader

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble....enjoy 700 words of soft dad!druig. Poorly edited as always

Druig stared at the white bedroom door nervously, his fingers tapping against the material of his leather jacket. You finally emerged from the room he was staring at so intensely with a solemn look on your face and a barely touched plate of dinner. "What's wrong?" he finally managed to speak.

"That Colin kid dumped her," you sighed, sadly meeting his gaze.

Anger bubbled in his stomach, and it only grew when he spotted the damp spot on your shirt; tears mixed with black mascara on your clothed shoulder. "I knew he wasn't right for her. The lads he hangs around with? Awful," Druig grumbled, pushing himself off the wall.

With your free hand, you calmly touch his bicep, "She just wants to be alone. We should give her some space," you said before walking down the hallway. He stayed there unmoving, Orla's muffled sobs reaching his ears.

He couldn't stand not doing anything to help her, so instead of heading your warning, he opened the door.

"Go away!" Orla cried. She didn't have to look at him to know someone had entered the room. She faced away from him, her body trembling from her sadness.

"Orla," he spoke gently.

"I don't want to talk about it, dad!" she shouted back.

Druig's face softened, walking further into her room. He sat on the side of the bed, his hand cautiously reaching out to rub her arm. "We don't have to talk," he told her, "Just didn't want you to be alone."

Orla finally began to sit up, turning in his direction. Her head hung in shame, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears that just didn't seem to stop. Druig took his fingers and pushed her hair behind her ear. "What's wrong with me? Why didn't he want me?" she asked desperately, the feeling of another sob rising in her throat.

He leaned forward and took his daughter in his arms, hugging her close to his chest. Orla let the sob rip through her, her body shaking against the Eternals strong one. He felt angry, angry at the mortal who broke his daughter's heart and made her feel this way about herself.

"There is nothing wrong with you, Orla," he said, a little angrier than he should've. Orla shook her head, feeling even worse now that she ruined the white t-shirt he worse with her running makeup. Druig placed his chin on the top of her head, his fingers combing through her hair.

Orla's frown grew deeper, "I just want what you and mom have," she whispered to him after a while of letting him hug her.

"You'll find it," he replied simply.

Orla scoffed, "You met mom day one, she was right there."

Druig placed his hands on her arms and gently pushed her back so that she could look at him. His thumbs gently wiping away the tears "When I woke up on the Domo, I saw all the other women I'd be on earth with, fighting alongside them. They were beautiful, and I could see easily see myself with a couple of them," he began.

Orla's nose scrunched at the thought of anyone else as her mother.

"But then I saw Y/N from across the room, and she smiled at me. I knew in that moment that no other person could ever compare to her, and I hadn't even talked to her yet. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the person I wanted to spend my entire existence with," Druig stroked her cheek, wiping away the very last tear, "When you can look at someone, and genuinely feel that way... you'll know."

Orla finally cracked a smile, "Thanks," she sniffled.

He looked towards the window, and in the far distance, a figure was flying towards their home. "And if you're lucky, the universe will put them right in front of you." He leaned forward and kissed her cheek before getting up.

"Dad," Orla spoke as Druig started to make his way to the door. He turned and lifted his eyebrows, sticking his bands in his pockets. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled before leaving her alone, gently shutting the door behind him.

Druig was met with the worried expression on your face as you waited outside the door. He walked up to you, placing his hands on your hips to bring you close to his chest "She'll be ok," he told you calmly, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I know," you sighed, a loving smile on your face, "I heard what you said."

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I am absolutely in love with your dad!Druig AU! I have binge read everything! I was wondering if you could do like protective siblings? Kinda like “I can insult my sibling, but the second anyone else says anything…run” if not it’s okay!

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: Eros was always a close ally, Rory grew up believing he was the noble type. Until Eros got a little too close to his mom and sister. Which set off the protective nature in his older sister.

wc: 1.1k

A/N: guys I always think our minds are in sync when you request things because this had been the scenario playing out in my head for the past few days! againnnn this is an orla and rory centric fic and I'm always so nervous... enjoy! poorly edited at 3am

Rory had heard of the famous Eros from the stories his family told him. Orla could only remember that he had red hair, Sersi said he was a great help and ally, Kingo thought he was a great drinking buddy, but Druig? His father never spoke about his fellow Eternal, he always dismissed Rory when he asked.

A sense of pride overwhelmed the 17-year-old as his family gathered around in Phastos' lab, a map of the galaxy hovering above them. Rory, Orla, and Apollo stood in the back observing them. He watched his parents interact while "working" how Druig would bump into your back with his chest, run his hand under your shirt to rub the small of your back, hiding snacks for you in his pockets.

"My fellow Eternals," Eros announced himself as he strutted into the room, Pip close behind him. Rory watched closely as Druig's body language changed, he stood closer to you, and the grip on your back became tighter.

Eros gave his typical wordy introductions, telling them how amazing they were. This was the mighty Eternal they all praised? He was just good at describing people. Rory knew he should have a little respect for him and what he's done to help the Eternals, but then he saw him walk over to you.

"Y/N," Eros said your name breathlessly, his hand reaching out for yours, "it's been so long since I've seen you. You are still as beautiful as the day you captured me with your beauty." The redhead placed a kiss on your hand, his lips and eyes lingering on you.

"It's nice to see you too, Eros," you greeted, trying to mask the disdain in your voice and trying to pull your hand out of his grasp.

"Rory, put it away," Rory felt Orla's hand wrap around his wrist, her words near his neck as she whispered a warning. He didn't realize his fists were clenched, a small shield forming at his side. He couldn't help the thoughts of bashing Eros in the head for touching his mother like that. He listened to his sister, crossing his arms across his chest smugly.

Eros walked to Apollo, whose height towered above the man in the red suit, "The golden child," Eros greeted him with a firm handshake. Apollo cringed at the nickname, forcing a smile and cursing his mother in his head for teaching him to be kind. Praises fell from the Eternal's lips, admiring how much he'd grown over the years and how proud he was of the Prime Eternal.

Then the man struck a cord, playing a sour note inside the boy's soul. Eros pointed to the streak of gray near his right sideburn, "You look so much like your fa-"

"My father," Apollo cut in abruptly and took a defensive step back, "is Dane Whitman." Apollo stormed out of the room, ignoring Sersi's gentle protests.

Eros set his sights on Orla. To the casual viewer, you could call how he circled her flirting. His cocky smirk and pouted lips as he pulled the same move he did on you. But to Rory, it was disgusting. His stomach boiled with annoyance as he placed his lips on his sister's hand, green eyes looking at her like she was prey. "The beautiful Orla, you are your mother's daughter indeed. You've grown into the most beautiful lady."

Orla grimaced when he looked away, and once she retracted her hand, she couldn't wipe it on her skirt fast enough. "H-hi."

Touch his mother? Strike one.

Offend the guy he saw as an older brother? Strike two.

Look at his sister like she was an object? Strike three.

"Rory," Eros's tone wasn't as charming as he approached him, "good to finally meet you. You were still inside Y/N when we all met."

Rory's stoic face didn't change, but everyone could see his jaw noticeably clench. No wonder Druig didn't talk about Eros. Once Eros started to walk away, Rory's hand darted out to roughly grab his arm.

They were nose to nose when Rory straightened his spine. There was anger written all over his normally soft expression. His lips set in a deep scowl, dark eyebrows knitted together. "Pull that shit with my sister again, and I will kill you," Rory growled lowly so that it was kept between the two Eternals.

Eros chuckled, "Like father like son, I suppose."

Pip was the one to drag Eros out of Rory's grasp, telling Eros to calm down even though he looked like he wasn't phased by Rory's threat. But Rory saw the other man's brows twitch slightly; he got his point across.

Orla stood near her brother, and when it came to protecting Rory... her senses were heightened. She could hear the troll mutter something about angsty teens and how her brother looked weak and would cry if he killed a bug.

It was like a switch flipped within her, like some big sister switch she formed when Rory was born. She was pissed. One because they didn't know what the teenager was capable of and how strong of an Eternal he became. Two because Orla was the only one allowed to pick on Rory and make fun of how soft he could be.

Pip stiffened suddenly, turning around with his face stricken with fear, his eyes glowing bright gold. Orla smirked with matching gold eyes as she made the troll crawl over to Rory, tears falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry!" he sobbed, "I-I didn't mean what I said about ya! Make her stop!"

Rory's head whipped around, "Alright, Orla. I think he gets the hint."

She let him go, snickering to herself as he hurried off.

"Can we get a moment alone?" Druig's voice rang out.

The Eternals quickly nodded and hurried out of the room, silently telling the kids good luck.

The kids looked at their parents sheepishly, nervous about their reaction. "Are you gonna say something?" Rory breaks the silence, his fingers nervously twitching at his side.

You approached Rory and put your hands on the sides of his face, bringing him down to plant a kiss on his forehead. Pulling back, you smiled at him with pride. "My brave little knight, I'm so proud of you for standing up for your sister like that,"

"Thanks, mom," Rory whispered.

"So now when you say you hate your sister, I will be bringing up this moment every time."

Druig stood beside Orla and gently patted her on the back, "What'd he see?" he asked as Orla leaned on his shoulder, watching you and Rory talk. Druig shifted and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Orla chuckled, "Rory beating the shit out of him."

Druig closed his eyes and nodded, a satisfied hum rumbling in his throat "That's my girl."

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Im so in love with your druig!dad fantasy! I have idea that druig will serve us breakfast in bed (or try to 😂). Orla and Rory helps him preparing the breakfast end up 'destroying' the kitchen.

Dad!Druig x Reader

A/N: anonnn this is to friggin cute. Again i'm so grateful you guys like this headcanon and have kept it going! I appreciate you and I will write about Orla and Rory as long as you want me to ♡

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Orla poked her tongue out in concentration as her oven mitt-clad hands pulled a tin of muffins out of the oven. "Got it, m'love?" Druig asked from behind her, closely watching as she placed it on the stovetop. She nodded and let out a soft hum in response.

"Do you think she'll like her birthday breakfast?" Orla was obsessed with the idea of giving you breakfast in bed after seeing it a few times in movies. She begged Druig and Rory to get up early and help her.

"I know she will," he reassured the twelve-year-old, kissing her on top of the head.

"I thought you and mommy didn't have birthdays," Rory huffed as he kept a close eye on bubbles forming on the pancakes. He leaned on the countertop with his small fists propping his head up, "They're ready!" he yelped.

Druig quickly rushed over to Rory's side but not before almost slipping in the fallen batter. He flipped the pancake, making a mental note to clean the kitchen before you came downstairs, "We don't, but thousands of years ago Kingo thought we should all have one. And your mom picked today." Rory just smiled excitedly, he loved hearing the stories of his family and their history.

Rory and Orla sat the picture-perfect display of food on the wooden tray and carefully carried it up the stairs to your bedroom. The two quietly hushed each other as Druig pushed the door open.

You were already awake, sitting up in bed, and responding to the birthday messages in the Eternals group chat. "Happy birthday!" the kids yelled, perking your ears. You'd never get tired of those cheerful toothy smiles of your children and the prideful one your husband wore as he leaned on the door frame.

Rory excitedly jumped on the bed and pointed out all the things he'd helped with while handing you a picture that he drew. Orla placed the tray over your lap and cuddled up to your side "Do you like it?" she asked cautiously, searching for your approval.

You chuckled and draped your arm around her shoulders, "It looks wonderful, honey. This is the best breakfast I have ever had."

"What about Uncle Gil's?" you gave her a reassuring smile, her little face starting to soften.

"So much better, because it came from you," you booped her nose to finally get her to laugh.

"Come on, let's give her time alone to eat," Druig called out, outstretching his hands for them.

The happy smile lingered on your face as you scraped away the burnt parts. Being in this position still felt like a dream; children... it still didn't feel real. Four hands making you breakfast with the supervision of the one person you trusted more than anyone. You didn't know what to call it; luck? Magic? Or was it finally getting the 'perfect' life you desired and worked for? You leaned back on the headboard, looking up to the ceiling as you bit down on one of the pancakes your son was so proud of.

The state of the room Gilgamesh spent hours organizing for you pulled you from the thoughts as you took the empty plates downstairs a while later. "Oh my god," you grimaced. Pots and pans stacked a mile high, food on every surface, and the smell of burnt toast hit your nose. Then you looked up, "Oh my god!" You repeated with a gasp as you saw the gunk on your ceiling.

You placed the tray on the cluttered counter and let the golden cosmic energy encase your pointer finger. "What are you doing, m'lady?" Druig's low charming voice teased you as he came back into the room, his blue eyes noticing your finger.

"Cleaning my kitchen," you responded with a small laugh.

His strong hand covered your finger, twirling you around so that your chest collided with his own. His nose just a few inches from yours, his lips set in a smirk. "I'm not letting you lift a finger today."

He let your finger go as he felt the warmth subsite, your hands finding their place on his jawline. "What did I do to deserve all of this? You three?"

Druig's smirk turned into a smile, "You simply existed, my beloved," he whispered to you as he placed kisses on your awaiting lips. You pulled him into a hug, letting your face nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

He let his eyes flutter close as he held you in his arms. Was that gold he noticed right before they closed completely? His dark eyebrows furrowed, "Did you clean the kitchen?" he asked.

"I did," you chuckled, proud of yourself.

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imagine orla and rory asking y/n and druig how they were made like the “talk”

Dad!Druig x Reader

They asked the typical questions as kids and you and Druig answered them as honest as you could for them being children. They didn't question the origin of their existence until they were older....

Orla leaned against one of the posts on Ajak's property, watching her father, Jack, and Phastos work on the Domo. "Mom," Orla's voice perked your ears.

"Yes, baby?" you respond, looking up from the magazine resting on your lap.

"Arishem made you... all of you."

You tilt your head, watching her plaid skirt gently blow in the wind. Orla turned around with a puzzled look on her face. "Yes?"

"And you're synthetic beings."

"Y-yeah? Where are you going with this?"

Orla drew in a deep breath, her face softening as she looked at you. She was afraid of offending you with her thoughts. "How did two synthetic beings create life? Did Aris-"

"Arishem did not make you," you cut in with bite in your voice.

Orla thinned her lips and took a seat in the chair beside you, gazing out at the open space, "Did you ever wonder how?"

You chuckled and took her hand in yours, "All the time. Your dad and I tried every fertility method, theory there ever was. I even asked Ajak and she said she didn't know why we couldn't, but it made sense after Sersi told us our true mission here."

Orla let out a soft hum in response.

"Kingo told me once that he thought I did it," you laughed like it was a joke, "he said that I was the Eternal that could use cosmic energy to conjure something out of nothing."

Orla's lips parted, your hand cupping her cheek, "No matter what, my love, you are my daughter. I carried you for nine months, heard all the heartbeats, felt all the kicks. And when I look at you, I know you are your father's daughter."

Rory's questioning of his existence happened in Australia. He had Gilgamesh pinned up against a tree with a cosmic shield to his chest and a dagger to his throat. Rory huffed and tightened his grip on the blade, his brow furrowed until Gil started to laugh.

"Atta boy!" he cheered, ruffling Rory's brown hair. He put away the shield and lowered the dagger. "Sometimes I can't believe you're Druig son," he joked as he walked away to make lunch.

Rory knew he was joking but that didn't stop his head from thinking "What if I'm not?" He sat at the kitchen table motionless, his head full of thoughts and his eyes blank.

"Rory?" Thena prodded him with her finger. Rory shook his head and rested his elbows on the table. "What's happening inside your head, my dear boy."

"Uncle Gil said he can't believe my dad's... my dad," he said meekly. Thena sat up straighter than normal, her eyes narrowing angrily at the strong man by the stove, "he was joking!" he added quickly.

"Then why haven't you touched your food?"

"I know they had Orla...but what if Arishem made me? I'm nothing like my parents. I like to paint, I have a hard time talking, I'm not as strong as they are! Fuck, even Orla has his powers."

The blonde didn't show it but she was angry for him. "Do not forget that I was on the beach that day, fighting alongside your mom who was on the verge of giving birth to you, Rory. I held you when you were a few hours old. That nickname Druig gave you as a boy? He wasn't lying."

The teenager smiled faintly at the goddess' stories. "You love these people just like your father. Druig passionately spoke out against Ajak that night, I see the same fire within you when you talk about the humans. And you look like him but I didn't want to lead with that."

"Thanks, Aunt Thena," he smiled and placed his hand on her arm.

"They're lucky to have you as their son. Never doubt who your parents are."

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ok imagine Druig's reaction when he says shit and one of his kids repeats it not knowing the meaning (like tony and morgan in endgame) 😂

Dad!Druig x Reader

omg this would be so cute I did a lil something with both kids, here me out... also thanks for 5k :')

Orla's a really polite little girl, always said please and thank you and used her manners. It came as a total surprise when she was quietly coloring in Phastos' lab while all the Eternals stared at the hologram globe...and they hear her shout "God damnit!"

They all turned to the little one in the corner with shocked faces. "Baby...what's happening?" you ask, trying to hide the laugh threatening to leave your lips. Your husband definitely noticed and gently nudged your side with his elbow. Trying his best to conceal a smirk.

Orla looked up at all of them and hunched her shoulders shyly once she saw all of them looking at her, "I...broke my crayon," she told them, her voice a timid whisper.

♡

Rory is Druig little copycat, whatever his dad did Rory did. That included his clothes (he absolutely has a matching leather jacket), his movements, and sometimes the words his kids aren't meant to hear. Druig thought he was alone while he was tending to the garden you two made in your backyard, "Shit," he cursed when his finger got pricked by a thorn.

You placed a small bowl of grapes in front of Rory, ruffling his brown hair lovingly as you walked away from him. You were minding your own business when you heard Rory gasp followed by, "Shit!" Your lips puckered and eyebrows raised at his words.

"Where did you hear that word, little knight?" you asked, turning around with your arms crossed over your chest.

Rory popped up from under the table with his fallen green grape in his hand, "Daddy said it," he replied calmly.

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“cuddling on the couch, silently watching your kids play around the house”

Druig please!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Dad!Druig x Reader

WC: 338

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this for blurb night my love! I hope you like it!

Cardboard boxes were stacked a mile high, bold black sharpie had their final destination written on every side, and friends passed out in empty guest rooms. Druig sunk further into the couch, Orla and Jack's giggles creating echoes in the new house. He smiled softly as he watched them play Operation on the carpet.

You two silently watched as they played, Jack teaching her how to play the game. Druig's arm was draped around you, fingers tapping on the soft skin of your arm. You ran your fingers over the soft thin strands of Rory's hair, soft snores coming from his tiny nose.

"We've lived in a lot of places, m'lady," Druig spoke after a while. Taking your eyes off the baby sleeping in your arms, you look up at your husband. He hadn't looked this relaxed in weeks; the adjustment from the Amazon, having another child, his family reuniting took a visible toll on the stoic Eternal. Placing your head on his shoulder, Druig's hand rubbed the back of your neck with the pad of his thumb gently pressing into the skin.

"We have," your statement came out more like a question.

His blue eyes glanced at Orla and then down at Rory, "This is it," he sighed. His tone reminded you of someone that had completed a journey, tired and relieved that it was all over.

"What, my love?"

"Home," he finally answered you after a moment in silence, his head falling backward, gently colliding with the back of the couch. "Orla and Rory can grow up here."

"We can grow 'old'," you chuckled. Druig let out a small laugh in agreement and sat up to kiss the side of your head.

Jack let out a long yawn, "Alright, let's go. Time for bed," you told them kindly, "you could play until the first yawn."

The two older kids groaned and huffed as they put the game back inside the box, complaining all the way upstairs.

♡join the wednesday night blurb night♡

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REQUEST??

Phastos takes the kids for a night so Druig and Reader can have a date night but they end up sprawled out on the bed passed tf out. Like legs thrown over eachother in fancy clothes on top of the bed spread, hair flopped everywhere, loud snores and drool. Mom and Dad need a break!

Dad!Druig x Reader

Summary: You and Druig finally get a night out to yourselves

A/N: this has been sitting in my ask for way tooo long I'm so sorry anon! Enjoy the headcanons! ♡ poorly edited!!

you thought Ben and Phastos came all this way for a normal visit

not to come and kick you out of your own home for the night

“You and Druig need a night out,” Ben told you

“When was the last time you had the night to yourselves?” Phastos chimed in

Druig opened his mouth to speak but Phastos instantly cut him off

“The Emergence doesn't count, Druig.”

he closed his mouth

you watched worriedly as your 2-year-old tugged on one of Phastos’ earrings as he held him

Orla was already running around with Jack

“I pulled some strings and we got you this,” Ben pulled a small pamphlet from his back pocket and handed it to you

your eyes almost bugged out of your head “T-this is the most expensive hotel in Dublin. We can’t accept this.”

“You have no choice, we’re making you.”

you and Druig shared a glance

he reassured you with a nudge to your side

“Orla!”

Orla and Jack tiredly giggled as they ran into the living room

“Will you be ok if Ben and Phastos watch you tonight while we go out?”

Orla gasped excitedly “Yes! Yes! Please!”

one down

Druig walked up to Phastos and placed kisses on Rory’s cheek earning bubbly giggles

“He’ll be fine m’love.”

“I’m not packed.”

Phastos smirked, “I’m sure you’ll conjure something.”

with no other excuses, you and Druig found yourselves outside the large hotel

Druig’s fingers interlaced with yours

He pressed your knuckles to his lips

“A whole night to ourselves.”

You chuckled “I almost forgot what that was like.”

but you found that it was muscle memory

sightseeing in the town you’ve been calling home for 2 years

Druig’s hand never leaving parts of your body

always had to be holding your hand

or the small of your back

the flirty small talk that made you fall for him in the first place

fancy dinner in the evening

“Does it look ok?” he asked after you transformed his street clothes into a formal suit

“Almost,” you hummed as you pointed your finger, adding the leather jacket you loved so much

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N…you look as beautiful as the day we met,” he whispered as his hands ran along your curves, his lips dangerously close to yours

you tilted your chin upwards, capturing his lips with your own

you didn’t go to dinner that evening…

your fancy clothes scattered on the bed and on the floor

empty plates of room service discarded on the table

Druig held you in his arms, swaying side to side on the balcony

plush hotel robes covering your bodies

“I love you,” he told you kindly

you instantly smiled against his chest

“I love you too.”

“I missed this. Us…”

“I do too. I didn’t realize it before,” you yawned, “what time is it?”

“8:30.”

“I’m exhausted.”

Druig snorted, “What happened to the wild and crazy night Phastos wanted us to have?” he asked playfully as he walked you back inside

you sprawled out on the bed with a soft moan escaping your lips

Druig followed and wrapped you up in his arms, letting his hands lazily roam your sides

“We had kids,” you finally responded, “don’t remember being up past 11.”

the man finally let out a yawn and nuzzled his head into the pillow

“Maybe we should…let everyone babysit,” his words became quieter, slower as his blue eyes drooped close

you simple hummed in response, too tired to speak

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So I've heard that children can sometimes tell earlier on about bad people. Could you please write a little drabble on her being suspicious/wary of Ikaris when they meet?

yessss I touched on this a little bit in THIS headcanon!

"Hello," Ikaris spoke kindly as he looked down at her. Orla's eyes panned up at the man with the silver streak in his hair. There was something about him that didn't sit right with her. He wasn't kind like the strong man or funny like the man in purple. She frowned the way he looked at Druig when she clung to his leg, his strong hand stroking her hair in reassurance. His disapproving smile didn't go unnoticed, Ikaris obviously didn't like her dad.

Orla gulped, "Hello," she replied shyly.

He kept watching Druig on the plane, his eyes lingering on her mother until they moved back to the nice lady in green. "Daddy?" Orla whispered.

Druig looked down and hummed his response.

"Why is Ikaris looking at you that way? It's weird." Druig looked up and the man in question, his eyes darting away from the mind controller. Something was wrong with 'mother's favorite' and a 6-year-old was the first one to notice.

"I don't know, m'love," he spoke lowly, his eyes burning a hole into Ikaris, "it's ok, nothing will happen to you."

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I love Rory & Orla! They are the best made up kids I will ever have! My idea is silly. One or both of them are home from college and they go out with their friends & return home drunk. What shenanigans happen? Who's powers go off strangely? Who gets caught trying to make a weird sandwich? Or which parent takes turns babysitting? Just silly chaos...

Dad!Druig x Reader

I'm so glad you like them my love! I really enjoyed writing these :') i like exploring these fictional kids! I took a little creative liberty here!

being an Eternal made it more difficult to become drunk

Orla had never been blackout drunk before

until Phastos' family decided to visit

and she showed Jack one of the best pubs in Dublin

they were having a good time

a few beers in

and then a few of the lads from the university approached her

"A lady like yer self can't handle all that," one of them taunted, pointing to her empty glass

Jack's eyes went a little wider as he saw his friend smirk

"Orla, don't," he pleaded

"Oh yeah? I can out drink all of you," she responded with an overly sweet tone, batting her eyelashes

all Jack could do was watch as Orla drank the lads under the table

he politely smiled whenever she'd look back at him with a wide proud grin

"Jack," Orla whined as they walked home from the bar, carrying her high heels in her hand

Jack has his hands in his jacket pockets, walking a few steps ahead of her

"You did this to yourself," he smirked

"I can't go home," she started to cry, stomping her foot on the pavement

Jack stopped and turned around

Orla's makeup running from all the tears

"My dad's gonna kill me!"

"Uncle Druig won't kill you, Orla."

"Yes he will, you don't know him!" she sobbed

Jack rolled his eyes and held her by the wrist to drag her home

"Why is she crying?" you asked as he dragged your daughter into the living room

"She's... lack of a better word, shitfaced, Aunt Y/N."

you started to laugh as Orla collided with your chest

turning up your nose at the overwhelming smell of beer

"Oh, honey...let's get you to bed. Thank you for watching over her, Jack."

"Where's dad?" she asked as she got into bed

you covered her in her blanket as she started to cry again

"Out with Phastos?"

"Good. He's gonna be so mad at me."

You started to cackle, "Oh baby no. You should've seen him one night in Babylon. Reminds me of you now, tears and all."

Rory wasn't the kind of college kid who liked to go to parties

sure he had a drink here and there

but he'd much rather work on one of his paintings

"Let's go, kid," Kingo cheered as he ripped off Rory's headphones

"What the hell?" Rory gasped

Kingo held up a large jug of Asgardian beer

Rory looked at his door

Phastos and Gilgamesh had encouraging smiles

Gil even gave him a thumbs up

"Campus parties were always my favorite to crash," Kingo admitted as he pried the small paintbrushes from the young Eternals' hands, placing them in the dirty paint water

the men dragged him down the stairs

Druig pulled on his leather jacket, smirking as they descended the stairs

"Not you too," Rory whined

Druig leaned in and adjusted the bracelet on his wrist

"Your mom's making me go to watch over you. I know these guys too well."

who knew Rory would be the chatty drunk

he stood with some of the other kids in the corner

beer bottles in hand as they swapped stories

laughing and pushing each other around playfully

"I think you gave him too much, Kingo. He never talks this much," Gil joked

Druig stood in the corner, avoiding the stares of the girls making eyes at him

he watched Rory carefully from afar

things were fine until he stood up on one of the crates

"Do the lot of ya wanna see something?" Rory shouted with a slurred voice

"Shit." Druig lurched forward as he saw the start of cosmic lines of energy form around Rory's forearm

the crowed of young adults' eyes turned gold

Kingo and Gil quickly grabbed Rory by the arms, dragging him out of the party

"I see why he doesn't go out," Phastos chuckled as he nudged Druig's shoulder

Druig nudged him back as they walked out, trying to conceal his laugh

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I know you haven’t written for dad!druig in a while but my druig fixation is coming back again and I just love your stuff! I always love how you say Rory is a mamas boy and Orla is a daddy’s girl, its so precious and i was wondering if you could write some head-cannons based around that?! if you haven’t already! 🥹🥰💕

ahhhhh you know it's been a hot ass minute since i wrote about my favorite kids. I've missed them. I was actually writing for Bob from tgm and his daughter and i was like....this is basically druig and orla here's a little something bestie!

Orla doesn't like to be away from Druig

like...at all

when she was little, she was attached at his hip

walked around the village at his side

around the Domo

even at home

it wa a knife through Druig's heart when she didn't want to go with him somewhere for the first time

"M'love, I'm going to the store, want to with me?"

Orla was 14, a teen, things were changing

"No, I want to watch my show."

he stood there stunned in the doorway…she always went to the tore with him 

she held on to the cart and everything 

Druig shed a little tear in the car

"She doesn't want to be around me,” he complained that evening 

“Orla’s growing up, we knew this would happen.” 

Druig’s the type to go through all the pictures of the kids when he feels they’re growing up too fast 

sometimes Orla will randomly ask, “Can I go with you, dad?” 

Druig has to mask his enthusiasm and calmly tell her yes 

Rory, my sweet boy 

you always worried about him 

not that he couldn’t handle himself 

he was strong and skilled 

but that was your baby boy 

“My mom’s going to kill you,” Rory gasped as he saw the black eye starting to form 

“You should have blocked, you need to get your shields up faster,” Gilgamesh advised 

“I know—but my mom, Gil. You’ve seen my mom.” 

“I’ve dealt with your mom for 7,000 years,” he chuckled, “she doesn’t worry me.” 

Gil was actually afraid of you 

“What the hell happened to his face?” you seethed as you cupped Rory’s face, inspecting the bruise 

“Mom, I’m fine,” Rory tried to reason, putting his hands over yours “just a training accident.” 

“Training accident?” 

“I didn’t block in time. I’ve had worse.” 

“You’ve—had—worse?”