You and Druig have been friends…well forever. Now you’re something just a little more. You just want a fun night with your friends. And you almost get one, until Druig gets jealous.
“Why d’you insist on going out with them like this?” Druig’s heavily accented voice breaks through the silence of your room.
You look up from putting on your favorite heels, and find him leaning against your doorway.
You roll your eyes, fully prepared to ignore him.
“It’s below us, below you…” he continues.
“Druig if you want to come out with us, just say that” you tease, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.
“That’s the las’ thing I want” he says, standing up straight and walking towards where you were sitting on the bed. Your eyes are glued to him as he makes his way over to you in only a few confident strides.
You stare up at him, blue eyes meeting yours.
“What I really want…” he begins, grabbing your chin with his long fingers.
“Is for you to stay here so we can have some fun of our own….instead you want go get gawked at by pathetic humans” he growls, grip getting tighter.
“I’m going out to have fun with my friends, if ‘pathetic humans’ wanna stare, what can I do?” You say with a smile and shrug, standing to push past him. An abrupt end to the previously intense moment.
You had to walk away, his invitation almost had you ready to peel off your skin tight dress and climb him right then. But you’d never let him know that.
He sighs dramatically, and you press your lips together to hide a smirk.
“Well, I guess I am going” he says, and you truly hadn’t expected him too.
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You don’t know why you feel so anxious about going out with Druig. He knew how interact with humans; most of the time.
There was just something about him seeing another yet another side of you. He’d seen you as a partner and fellow Eternal for years. Then from friends to best friends, and now something just a little more.
It didn’t feel right for Druig to see you grinding with your friends, tipsy and giggly. But it excited you all the same. He watched you with a cool look almost the entire night. His demeanor is entirely different from the internal discourse happening in his head.
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Druig was mesmerized. Seeing you let loose and dance your heart out with your friends. It reminded him again how much the small moments matter.
He often found himself struggling. He hated getting close to humans. For what? Half a century of friendship and then centuries of remembering them with sadness.
It couldn’t be worth it, he thought.
But you? You made him question everything.
The only thing he was certain about was that his eyes weren’t the only ones on you. You were stunning, Druig saw it and so did everyone else.
Druig is pulled from his thoughts when you over to him, a drunken grin plastered on your face.
“One more round of shots, and then we can go. I promise” you slur a bit and he can’t help but chuckle.
“I don’t know if you need another darlin’ but go on” he laughs. You giggle, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Be right back!” You call over your shoulder, heading to the bar. His eyes watch you the whole way, somehow managing to gracefully maneuver your way through the crowd.
He stares at the way your legs glisten as you cross them over each other when sit on the tall stool. How the bartender flocks to you, ignoring his other patrons to tend to you. Druig scoffs to himself at the desperate attempt, reminding himself that he was the one who got to take you home tonight.
He watches him go to make your drink, the way he keeps sending flirtatious looks. Still Druig stands collected from across the room.
Until he brings over your drink. The way the bold bartender leans to whisper in your ear. Giving you a wink as he sets the glass down in front of you.
Druig is beside you before the idea of moving even fully forms in his mind.
“Let’s go” he says sternly but quietly.
You give him a confused look, your intoxicated brain unaware as to why he wanted to leave so suddenly.
“You said one more drink!” You whine, catching the bartenders attention.
Druig feeling his patience running out quickly as the man inserts himself into your conversation.
“Hey, this guy bothering you?” He asks,
“Mind your own fucking business” but Druig cuts him off, turning to you again.
“I’m fine thanks, he’s my boyfriend” you say calmly, “Sorry about that, he has a bit of a temper. But we’re leaving now. Thanks!” You get up quickly, seeing the other man getting ready to say something.
No matter how drunk you were, you knew an angry Druig would not be pretty. Actually he’d be really pretty, but still; not good.
You grab his hand, pulling him towards a desolate corner.
He lets you drag him along, still shocked that you had called him your boyfriend.
“Druig! You can’t just go around cursing people out whenever you so please!” You reprimand him. All the while trying to hide how turned on having him boss you around had made you, and him trying to hide the way blood rushed to cock at the title; “boyfriend”
“I can actually” he smirks and you shake your head exasperatedly.
“Why’d you want to leave! I just got my drink” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“So, you’re telling me; you didn’t notice the way the bartender was drooling all over you?” He hums, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.
“You’re the only man I ever pay attention too Druig, you should know that by now” you whisper.
He feels any unease leave his body at your words. Now fully encompassed by his desire for you. He’s the only man you paid attention to? And fuck, he knew you meant it. Even without his powers.
“You want me to be your boyfriend? And fuck you like you really deserve?” He inquires with a cocky tilt of his head. Voice laced with the promise of something wild.
You mewl, pressing yourself harder against his solid chest in submission.
“That’s exactly what I want” you answer, and this time he’s dragging you along. Right to the women’s bathroom.
“What if someone need to pee!” You squeak as he closes the door behind you.
“Screw em’” he groans, pushing you up against the nearest wall.
His lips meet yours with a fervor you’d never felt in your thousands of years of life. Warmth spread through you as his tongue pressed between your lips.
He kissed you deeper, hands running up and down your sides and your feel dizzy. You hate that you have to come up for air, breathing deeply while Druig nipped at the side your neck, surely leaving love-bites.
You feel wobbly on your on two feet, maybe it was liquor. Or maybe it was Druig. The way his fingers felt squeezing your sides, hugging and stroking you like he couldn’t get enough.
Or his lips on the sensitive skin on your neck, the feeling of his lips teeth sinking in to bring the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.
You push him back a little, and he stumbles, caught off guard.
Before he can question you, you’re dropping to your knees in front of him and the air leaves his lungs with a whoosh.
He has to calm himself down as he watches your fingers undo the button of pants. All Druig can do is stare when you slowly pull them down, swiftly followed by his boxers.
You take his length in your hand, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you waste no time taking him in your mouth.
“Fuck” he swears, hips jerking forwards a bit. You place a hand there to keep him still, and steady yourself as you bob your head along his thick cock.
You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder and one his hands comes down to guide the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as you work him.
“You’re sucking me off so well, love” he groans, tossing his head back. His words only spur you on, and you pull back for a second to spit on his length before taking him all the way down your throat. You gag a bit at how big he is but you don’t stop.
“Jesus Christ, babe” he gasps, leaning forward as his cum spurts down your throat with no warning. You swallow him down, licking his cock clean while his chest heaves and he tries to gather himself.
“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you” he apologizes once he catches his breath, pulling you up to your feet.
“Don’t apologize” you giggled, straightening your dress and Druig raises an eyebrow.
“I hope you didn’t think you could suck me off like that and not let me repay you…” he questions, backing you into the sink.
“Druig, we’re in a public bathroom! We should go” you say.
His eyes look you up and down, hand trailing up your thigh before cupping your dripping pussy.
“We‘ll leave. After I fuck you” he asserts, grabbing you and turning you around so your facing the sink now.
He presses himself against your ass, grinding into you. And you can feel his dick hardening even through your dress.
“Bend over for me, Y/N” he instructs and you comply, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you do.
“You are the most gorgeous girl in the Universe” he hums, hands massaging your ass.
“I can’t believe you let me fuck you…” he continues and you know when he talks this much you’re in for it.
He pulls up your dress, landing a hard smack to your ass and you whimper.
Druig pushes your panties to the side, too eager to be inside you to bother with having you take them off.
One of his fingers pushes into your wetness without warning and your head drops forward at the sensation. He pulls his finger out slowly, enjoying the way you tried to keep the digit inside of you.
“So ready for me” he teases, slipping the finger covered in your juices into his mouth with a moan. “Tastes like heaven..” he compliments, lining his cock up with your entrance.
You feel his tip brush against your core and then he’s breaking you open on his cock. He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust before he’s pounding into you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, leaning so his chest is pressed against your back. All you can do is hold onto to sides of sink as he slams into you over and over again.
You nod wearily as he reaches a hand down to rub your clit. His fingers work the sensitive nub expertly and your thighs shake at his careful ministrations, completely opposite the brutal pace of his cock.
Druig places his lips to your ear, licking and whispering. You pant as the pleasure builds up inside of you.
“You’re pussy’s so fucking tight, feels like silk” he groans, changing his angle so he could hit that one spot that always had you seeing stars.
“I’m gonna cum, Druig” you almost sob as your high washes over you. Your body spasms around him and he holds you impossibly closer through your orgasm.
You think your legs would give out if he wasn’t holding onto you so tightly as he filled you with his cum.
The two of you both try to recuperate, looking at each other with a laugh.
“Now we can go”
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hey babes, I’m sorry I meant to post this Friday but life got hectic!! anyways someone requested jealous!Druig and someone else asked for friends w benefits so here you goooo❤️ idk how I feel about this one but I have a lot stuff coming im really excited about! currently working on Bad Night part 2 & some sexpollen Druig cause why tf not.
Summary: You come to Druig with a question. He’s curious. You guys find some answers. Not the ones you intended though.
NSFW!! smut okayyy
‘Oh fuck, Druig’
‘Druigggg’
“Druig!”
He hears your voice calling out to him breathily in his dream, and then clearer in reality.
He groans, lifting only his upper body from the bed in a stretch; and he has to hide his smile when he catches your eyes lingering on his shirtless form.
Even if he had caught you ogling a bit, you still had the upper hand. He was the one half hard just from fucking dreaming about your voice.
“Y/N, what could of possibly made it necessary for you to wake me up this early?” He drawls, glancing out his bedroom window and noticing the sky was still dark. “Or is it late?” He questions, eyes studying your face.
It was dim in his room, a candle lit on his nightstand. You must have lit it before you woke him. He felt drunk on the sight of you. You looked stunning in the candlelight. Your hair was a bit messy, and you were clad in nothing but a short silk night gown. Which surprised him, because you didn’t afford yourself many luxuries. Though you deserved them.
Now, despite how tired he was; he was intrigued.
What had brought you to his room, clearly straight from your own slumber.
“I needed to ask you something” your quiet voice answers, eyes meeting his. The two of you hold eye contact as he sits up against the pillows, your eyes drifting downwards for a moment when the sheet falls to gather around his waist.
When you break eye contact he takes the chance to study your frame as well, and fuck, he could do it all day. If perfection took form, it’d be you he thinks.
The way your pretty fingers reached to grab the strap of your night gown when it slipped down your smooth arm.
The air catches in his throat as his gaze travels down the nape of your neck. And his semi hard cock twitches against the sheets when he sees the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with each breathe you took. Nipples hard, pressed tightly against the thin fabric.
He closes his eyes and clears his throat before opening them again. This time to look at your face.
Your arms were now crossed over your body and fear ran through Druig, certain that you’d caught him.
Instead you give him a small smile, brushing your hands over your forearms.
“Why do you keep it so cold in here, Druig?” You ask with a fake pout and he can’t help but to sigh in relief.
“Do you want to get under the covers?” He offers, and you jump at the invitation.
Obviously after 7,000 years of companionship the two of you, and all of you, were extremely close. But why had you come to see him tonight? Why were you so eager to join him, literally in bed?
“I had a bad night, I was waiting for you to invite me for a cuddle” you giggle, making yourself comfortable beside him.
Druig grins as he looks at you, both of you now propped on your sides to face each other. He feels a twinge of guilt for his filthy thoughts, you just wanted to spend quality time with a good friend.
“So, tell me about your night? What was so bad love?” He asks and the nickname catches you off-guard. You body heats up, and not just from being under the blanket now.
“I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep. I felt restless. And you…you always make me feel calm; at peace” you shrug and Druig is stunned into momentary silence at your sweet confession.
You are my peace. He wants to say back.
“I’m glad you came…” he trails off, hand reaching to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. He lets his fingers graze over your cheeks, and the skin there feels like he lit a fire under his touch.
“Druig…” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, just like his dream.
“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. Will you let me have you?” He asks in a voice so heavy with want it sends a red hot pleasure straight to your core.
“Take me, I’m yours” you hum. And then he’s kissing you.
His lips press against yours gently at first, the first taste of him is intoxicating.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. His hands gripping your waist as he does the same.
Druig feels his blood boil when you moan against his mouth as your bodies meet. The feeling of you clinging to him, and the soft, sweet touch of your lips on his…it was almost overwhelming.
But in the same instant he wants more.
He pushes you down, so you’re flat on on his bed. His blue eyes raking down your squirming form. You looked flawless splayed out on his mattress. And a feeling of unease washes over him.
“Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” He asks. His voice steady, but expression saying everything.
“Druig, you’re all I’ve ever wanted…” you admit, He’s back on you in seconds, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat.
You let your hands tangle in his dark hair as he nips at the peaks of your breasts. He takes one in his hand, kneading. Mouth still leaving playful bites across your skin. He pulls down the top of your night gown, and you shimmy the rest of the way out of it.
“You’re perfect…” he pulls away to admire you for moment and before you can thank him, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. His fingers coming up to tweak the other one.
“I love your tits” he growls, switching and giving the other breast the same attention with his tongue.
If Druig’s cock wasn’t fully hard before, it was now.
His fingers dance down your front, tracing over your hips.
Then lower;
Your eyes flutter shut when his knuckle brushes over your sensitive clit. A soft sigh leaving your lips.
He rubs up and and down your thighs. Tongue leaving a wet trail down down your abdomen until he’s face to face with your dripping pussy.
“All this for me, Y/N?” He asks with a smirk, but inside he felt incredulous.
He runs a finger down your folds till he finds your entrance. He looks up you through his lashes for permission.
“Yes, Druig” you beg, sitting up on your elbows. You were panting already and he had barely touched you.
You can feel his slender fingers begin to push into you tentatively and your mouth parts into a small ‘o’ as you watch him.
“So wet, I wanna taste it” he whispers against your mound before he’s lapping at your clit like it’s his job. You fall back into the bed, back arching as he works your pussy.
He’s messy and attentive, paying attention to the things that made you moan the loudest. His fingers speed up inside you, and his mouth focuses on your clit.
Your legs tighten around his head as your orgasm approaches, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked with your juices. He grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders before he starts licking you again.
Your whimpers echoed through his otherwise quiet room as he devoured you. His fingers return to your pussy, curling them upwards each time they pushed into you.
“Dru… I’m gonna cum!” You warm and he hums against you before sucking on your clit.
Your toes curl as the pleasure crests in your belly, body shaking in ecstasy.
And he licks you clean as you come down, savoring the taste of you.
“Please, Druig; I want to feel all of you” you tell him when he comes up to kiss you. He presses his forehead to yours with a nod.
“I’d do anything you ask Y/N” he says, kicking off his sleep shorts.
He lines up with your entrance, and you both hold you both hold your breath.
He pushes in, just the tip and the moans are already spilling out of you. Druig feels his dick get impossibly harder at the sound of you. He pulls back out, slapping his cock against your clit and then slipping just the head back inside of you.
Your body shudders in pleasure at his actions.
Enough teasing he thinks, he feels like he could explode just looking at you.
He eases in, pressing himself fully into you and your legs wrap around his waist.
“So fucking deep…” you murmur, eyes rolling back at the feel of his thick cock inside of you. Druig’s brow is damp with sweat as he concentrates on fucking you.
He watches you below him, face contorted in pure rapture. Because of him. He thrusts even harder at the thought. You wanted him.
Druig sets an unsparing pace, fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Fuck, he’d be fine if it was.
Your moans turn to screams as he rams into you over and over. You feel your second climax creeping up and your pussy clenches around him.
His hips stutter, fist slamming into the mattress at the sensation.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up” he warns and you pull his head down to your mouth so can whisper in his ear.
“So don’t,cum inside me Druig…”
And fuck he wishes it wasn’t over so soon, but as soon as he hears your filthy suggestion his orgasm is ripping through him. His load paints your walls; triggering your own release.
“Wait! I never asked you my question!”
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ahhhh my first Eternals imagine, clearly unedited lol but I’m just so excited! I loved The Eternals so much, I feel so inspired lmao. Send requests and lmk what you guys thought of the movie! Sending love ❤️
Part 1 because i’m just really excited to post this lol.
I’m not really sure if i should continue with the second person narrative as i usually do first but let me know! and if you request a fic you get to decide narratives so request away! I’m also quite clearly very rusty as i ended up deleting a whole character from this story lol.
It had been a week since what seemed to be part of a giant figure had arisen from the earth and quite understandably people were freaked out. News companies were just getting access to footage and people who witnessed it so the media was all abuzz. You were in the middle of watching one of those crazy conspiracy theorists on YouTube theorize—in quite a usual fashion, they always had the same three answers—about the stone giant when your mom called your name up the stairs.
“Y/N!”
“Yeah Mom?” You yelled back appearing at the top of the stairs, slightly disgruntled that she had interrupted your video just when it got to peak crazy.
“I need you to take your sibling to the library. They have a school project and they need books on the jurassic period.”
“Fine.” You shrugged, S/N grinned at you and you ruffled their hair as you went by.
Grabbing a coat and scarf for yourself you watched as S/N did the same. Snatching the scarf from their hands you wrapped it around their entire head and fake laughed manically.
“Y/NNNNN.” They whined and struggled to unwrap the scarf. Once they had managed to you were already halfway out the door and they hurried to catch up.
You were very lucky to live so close to the local library and you spent much of your time there, either studying or reading the latest book they ordered. Arriving at the library in question you quickly showed your sibling to the dinosaur section and then showed yourself to the history one.
After a quick scan of the section you disregarded the people and turned to the books. You figured that if you can’t watch your crazy YouTubers you might as well read some false history. You picked out your favorite false history book, an old book that the library refused to get rid of and sat down to read it. A couple of minutes later someone sat down next to you.
“That book is full of lies.” You looked up and saw a teen about your age with short reddish hair.
“Oh I know.” You replied smiling slightly. “It’s funny to read when you know how untrue it is. The library won’t get rid of it.”
“That’s stupid. Someone could read it and actually think that what the author is saying is true.”
“That’s what I said. Apparently it was a gift from some old mayor or something and they think it gives them more credit.” Closing the book with a thump you added. “I’m Y/N.”
“Sprite.”
“Nice to meet you Sprite. Do you have a phone number?” Nodding they pulled out their phone and you entered their number. You contemplated what their contact should be before settling on “Sprite ” in reference to the soda.
They put down “Y/N” in response and you smiled at each other. Just then S/N walked up to you with an armful of books.
“Oh I have to go. See you around?”
“Yeah. See you Y/N.” You gave them a little wave before going to help S/N check out.
“Do you really need that many books?” You questioned.
“Yes.”
“Okayyy.” You opened the tote bag you had brought along and they dumped them in. Swinging the bag onto your shoulder you pretended to stumble under the weight and laughed at the glare S/N sent your way.
Part 1 because i’m just really excited to post this lol.
I’m not really sure if i should continue with the second person narrative as i usually do first but let me know! and if you request a fic you get to decide narratives so request away! I’m also quite clearly very rusty as i ended up deleting a whole character from this story lol.
It had been a week since what seemed to be part of a giant figure had arisen from the earth and quite understandably people were freaked out. News companies were just getting access to footage and people who witnessed it so the media was all abuzz. You were in the middle of watching one of those crazy conspiracy theorists on YouTube theorize—in quite a usual fashion, they always had the same three answers—about the stone giant when your mom called your name up the stairs.
“Y/N!”
“Yeah Mom?” You yelled back appearing at the top of the stairs, slightly disgruntled that she had interrupted your video just when it got to peak crazy.
“I need you to take your sibling to the library. They have a school project and they need books on the jurassic period.”
“Fine.” You shrugged, S/N grinned at you and you ruffled their hair as you went by.
Grabbing a coat and scarf for yourself you watched as S/N did the same. Snatching the scarf from their hands you wrapped it around their entire head and fake laughed manically.
“Y/NNNNN.” They whined and struggled to unwrap the scarf. Once they had managed to you were already halfway out the door and they hurried to catch up.
You were very lucky to live so close to the local library and you spent much of your time there, either studying or reading the latest book they ordered. Arriving at the library in question you quickly showed your sibling to the dinosaur section and then showed yourself to the history one.
After a quick scan of the section you disregarded the people and turned to the books. You figured that if you can’t watch your crazy YouTubers you might as well read some false history. You picked out your favorite false history book, an old book that the library refused to get rid of and sat down to read it. A couple of minutes later someone sat down next to you.
“That book is full of lies.” You looked up and saw a teen about your age with short reddish hair.
“Oh I know.” You replied smiling slightly. “It’s funny to read when you know how untrue it is. The library won’t get rid of it.”
“That’s stupid. Someone could read it and actually think that what the author is saying is true.”
“That’s what I said. Apparently it was a gift from some old mayor or something and they think it gives them more credit.” Closing the book with a thump you added. “I’m Y/N.”
“Sprite.”
“Nice to meet you Sprite. Do you have a phone number?” Nodding they pulled out their phone and you entered their number. You contemplated what their contact should be before settling on “Sprite ” in reference to the soda.
They put down “Y/N” in response and you smiled at each other. Just then S/N walked up to you with an armful of books.
“Oh I have to go. See you around?”
“Yeah. See you Y/N.” You gave them a little wave before going to help S/N check out.
“Do you really need that many books?” You questioned.
“Yes.”
“Okayyy.” You opened the tote bag you had brought along and they dumped them in. Swinging the bag onto your shoulder you pretended to stumble under the weight and laughed at the glare S/N sent your way.
I kinda miss Eternals but at the same time I think I was on whumpblr for a little too long / I had seen Druig’s name pop up so often there that I just assumed something big happens to him…so safe to say I’m a little bit disappointed in that aspect.
Aside from that, acting was so freaking good !! And the story was sick and the whole movie is so pretty and they all deserve the world (druig x makkari otp xx) except that one iykyk
I’d like to believe I’ll re watch it eventually, especially since it’s out on Disney+ finally, idk
After helping your fellow Eternals stop the Emergence, it’s time you let them in on a little secret you’ve been keeping for thousands of years.
Words: 1.9K Author’s Note: It’s been a while, yeah? Real life sucks and writer’s block is at an all time high. I probably won’t have a regular posting schedule for a while because I can’t seem to focus on one thing. I’m lucky this was able to be posted, even if I don’t like it much. Druig is my new love.
BEFORE Ikaris and Sersi had been the two to find you, the two of them ringing your doorbell in the middle of the day to explain what Sersi knew about Ajak, Eternals, Deviants, Celestials and the upcoming destruction of Earth. It was a rude awakening, for sure, and it changed everything you once believed in. They needed your help, they needed the help of every Eternal you had awakened with so long ago on the Domo, and they needed it now. You were terrified of what was to come, but you knew that you’d do anything to stop the destruction of this planet you’ve become so fond of.
“Give me a couple of hours to get some things in order. I’ll meet you at your next stop.”
“We’re going after Phastos next,” Ikaris had said.
“Great. Leave me an address and I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
After getting your affairs in order and heading over to Phastos’, you were surprised to find him with a husband and a child. He had the perfect life going on for him and you felt terrible for dragging him away from it all. And it was as he was in the middle of making plans to have his family moved to Ajak’s farm house that you decided to let him in on the secret that only one other person had known.
You had a daughter of your own- a daughter who inherited powers, but had stopped aging when she hit her sixteenth year mark. To say Phastos was surprised would have been an understatement, but after assuring him that she could watch over his husband and son at Ajak’s, he agreed to have his husband go pick her up from where you had left her and take her with him to the farm house.
“So who’s the father?” He had asked when Sersi and Ikaris were too busy to pay attention to your conversation.
You had stared at him, expression void of any emotion and shook your head. “Not now, Phastos. Not now.”
Being reunited with your fellow Eternals brought forward emotions you had thought you buried so long ago- happiness, anger, sadness and longing. You forgot how much they bickered and though you found amusement in it all, you wish everyone could just get along.
Losing Gilgamesh was truly heartbreaking, especially Thena’s reaction to it all, and you knew you would do whatever it took to kill the Deviants responsible. But then secrets were unearthed and hidden agendas were brought forward into the light, and you’d never felt more betrayed than you had when it came out that Ikaris killed Ajak, Sprite was in love with Ikaris and would do whatever he asked, and Kingo walked away from you all.
In the end, Ikaris and Sprite gave themselves up to the Uni-Mind to give Sersi the power needed to kill the Celestial slowly emerging from Earth. Ikaris then flew off, heavy with guilt over all that he’d done, and Sprite allowed Sersi to make her human so she could grow up and live the life she’d always wanted.
AFTER Phastos had fixed the Domo far more quickly than you anticipated and all too soon you found yourself flying back to Ajak’s farm house. Everyone was exhausted and needed time to mourn, but you were on the verge of having an anxiety attack. And glancing at Druig across the Domo as he smiled at Makkari did you no favors.
“So is now the time to ask who the father is?” Phastos asks.
You startle at his sudden appearance, glancing at him briefly as you let out a soft sigh. “You’ll know immediately when you see my daughter. There’s no mistaking who her father is.”
It takes him a minute, but his eyes widen and you know he knows. “No way.” He glances across the Domo, gaze set on Druig. “When?”
“Before we all went our separate ways in Babylon.”
“And no one’s known this entire time?”
“I told Ajak. It took me months to realize something was off with my body. It was tricky getting her alone with Sprite sticking close to her, but Ajak made time for me and the so-called miracle baby I birthed.”
“He’s going to be angry, you know.”
“Will he?” You ask, looking up at Phastos before letting your gaze travel back across the Domo. “I handed him my heart, Phastos. I was in love with him, but he’s always had a thing for Makkari.”
“YN, he’s never-”
“But enough about the past,” you say, cutting him off. “I need to mentally prepare myself for the chaos Carina will cause when everyone else realizes who she is.”
You walk away from the conversation before Phastos can say anything else on the matter.
It isn’t long before the Domo is hovering over the empty fields closest to Ajak’s farm house and then landing. A door slides open and everyone exits, making their way towards the house. The screen door is thrown open, a man and a boy stepping out onto the porch. But it’s the third individual who throws herself off the porch that catches everyone’s attention.
“Mom!”
Every Eternal freezes and you mentally wince. Well it was now or never.
Your beautiful dark haired daughter runs towards you until her feet actually lift off the ground. She’s flying, speeding right for you, and you stand your ground as you open your arms wide for the impending embrace. You let out an oomph at the impact, your arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as her feet touch ground once more.
“Mom, you scared me so much. That thing is all over the news and I-”
“Hey. Hey, shhh,” you tell her. You lean back from her, your hands going up to cradle her face before smoothing down her hair. “It’s okay. It’s over.”
Carina sniffles. “Ben said that I can call him Uncle Ben and Jack my cousin since he’s married to Uncle Phastos.”
You huff a laugh. “Did he now?”
“Yeah.”
Someone clears their throat, startling you from your little bubble with your daughter. You glance over at the other Eternals, cringing when you see Druig clenching his jaw as he stares right at you. Sersi and Makkari can’t stop smiling, Sprite and Thena are frowning in confusion, and Phastos looks like he has a million questions.
Sighing, you tuck your daughter under your right arm and face the other Eternals. “So, uh, this is Carina. My biological daughter.”
“How?” Sersi asks in awe.
You shrug. “You tell me. I didn’t think we could reproduce. When I told Ajak, she was just as dumbfounded as you guys are right now.”
[And she has powers?] Makkari signs. She then looks at your daughter, smiling fondly. [You have powers?]
[I do.] Carina signs back, laughing softly when Makkari looks surprised to see her sign. She looks up at you quickly and you step aside, letting her show them what all she can do. Without much concentration, she lifts up into the air before hovering a few feet off the ground. Then when she lands, she lands in a crouched pose with long blades appearing in her hands made up of golden energy.
“She has Ikaris’ flight and Thena’s weapons,” you say. “She a shit fighter though.”
“Mom.” Carina’s exasperated tone makes the group, sans Druig, chuckle.
“Well I, for one, have many questions,” Phastos muses, “but I think YN needs to speak privately with someone.”
As one, everyone’s gaze lands on Druig and you mentally sigh. Leave it to your daughter to come out looking like the feminine version of her father. Carina looks at you, but you smile reassuringly at her and gesture with your head for her to go back to the house. She listens, but not before hooking her arm with Phastos’.
When the others make it to the house and enter through the front door one right after the other, Druig finally asks, “Were you ever going to tell me?”
“No.”
“Does she know who I am to her?”
“Yes.” You finally look back at him to meet his gaze. “She knows all about you and the others, and I was leaving it up to her to decide whether or not she went searching for you.”
Druig’s gaze darts all over your face. “Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?”
“Are you kidding me right now?” You scoff. He frowns at you. “Druig, that night we spent together meant everything to me. And then the following morning you were just gone.”
“YN, I-”
“No. I get it, okay? We all had jobs to do. I understood that. But then the next day and the day after that, you couldn’t even look at me.” All the hurt and anger from thousands of years ago comes rushing back, and your eyes fill with tears. You angrily swipe at them before they can fall. “I put my heart on a fuckin’ platter for you and you only had eyes for Makkari afterwards.”
“Makkari and I were never anything.”
“Well I didn’t know that!” You sniffle, the anger draining out of you a moment later when you see Druig isn’t angry at all. He just looks lost. “All I knew was that I let myself fall in love with you, but you only had smiles for Makkari. And I get that too. Makkari is a goddamn cinnamon roll. At least that’s what Carina would say. I’m not sure,” you mumble. “She’s the only one who knows all the modern lingo.”
Druig finally cracks a grin and your heart flutters. Even after all these years, you’ve missed him. You see his eyes flare gold for a moment and then he really grins. “Did you miss me?”
Your eyes roll. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
A weight seems to lift from his shoulders then as if you just answered another question he had. Druig takes a step closer to you and you tense, but you force yourself to relax. Another step turns into three more until he closes the distance between the two of you and then he’s hesitant when reaching for your hands. When you let him take them within his own, he leans in to touch his forehead to yours and offers you one of his rare smiles. “So her name is Carina?”
“Yes.”
“And she’s like us?”
“Yeah. For the first sixteen years of her life I was terrified,” you admit. “She was growing every day and I didn’t know if I could survive only eighty or ninety years with her. But as her seventeenth, eighteenth and nineteenth birthday came and went, we realized she wasn’t aging anymore.”
“I have a lot of catching up to do, no?”
Before you can answer, there’s a shout from within the house and then your daughter and Sprite are rushing out the front door. You and Druig break apart, looking at the two girls who already look thick as thieves.
When you catch Carina’s gaze, her eyes widen and she stammers, “I-I didn’t do it! It was Aunt Thena.”
Druig huffs a laugh as you shake your head at her. Then feeling bold at the moment, you glance at Druig and chance reaching for his hand. He looks down at your joined hands, tangling your fingers together and making you exhale in relief. “Come on. Let’s officially introduce you to your daughter.”
Summary: you and Druig have always been close to each other and thought nothing but as a close friend. Having the powers that could drain life from your hands and being banished because you accidentally killed a human being, Ajak didn’t have a choice but make you leave the family. Years after when Ajak is dead and the deviants are back, you are the last one they needed.
A/N: I decided to make the reader have a different powers instead of ice and or fire. I hope it was okay and i hope it is possible for the reader having the power of death??
Warnings: violence, trauma, mentions of death, angst.
You didn’t understand why Arishem created you like this. For years, you’ve tried to understand your powers. Tried to control them whenever you touched something, but they would always leave the scent of death.
That’s why you hated physical touch. When people would try to touch you by accident, you would flinch away from them. Druig would always understand how you would think.
That’s why you liked him in the first place. No matter if he could catch a glimpse of you, he would always know what you think. The two of you had a bond like no one had in the family. He would always try and make you laugh, comfort you when you would ask questions about why Arishem created you. You would always think of yourself as a monster that drained people from being alive, but Druig was always there to comfort you.
But not when you accidentally killed someone.
It was one rule that you had when all of you were surrounded by humans. You weren’t allowed to have bare hands since Ajak was afraid that you would use your powers. That they would turn against you because of your powers.
You thought they would understand because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. “Please, you have to understand, it wasn’t my fault,” You begged Ajak, her eyes drifted towards the poor innocent child in front of you, laying dead.
“I didn’t want to hurt her.” You begged her with tears in your eyes. Your eyes drifted towards your family behind her. You saw that they didn’t want to meet your eyes.
“I know, but I can’t let you do this anymore,” Ajak responded with sympathy. “It was a mistake-” You tried to reason, but you stopped when you saw her made the decision.
“Druig?” You pleaded. You looked at him as you saw his gaze on the floor like the rest of your family. For years, you thought they would be your family, they always supported you but not this time.
-
“Are you sure about this?” Ikaris questioned with uncertainly behind his voice. He stared at the small house on the hill that stood silently and watched them from afar.
“Last time we talked to her was when Ajak banished her…” Ikaris responded and looked at the rest of them gathering around them.
“Let me go first, maybe she will talk to me,” Sersi replied.
“Why do you think that she will go through you?” Druig questioned as she looked at him. “Because she trust me, it took a while to gain her trust back after everything,” She told him. Sersi walked towards the house as Kingo, Sprite, Ikaris, Druig, Thena, and Gilgamesh were down.
Sersi stared at the door before knocking on it. “Y/N? Are you home? It’s Sersi,” She called out. “I just want to talk,” She replied and tried to knock again but received no answer. She let out a sigh before she thought of a moment.
Walking behind the house, she saw a familiar figure in front of her. She smiled when she saw you cutting a three-branch and placing it in your basket.
“Y/N,” Sersi responded before looking at the cherry tree. “It’s beautiful, you always had a thing with plants,”
“I never understood why,” Sersi replied with a light chuckle. You looked at her, unfazed. “You brought them here,” You told her. She looked at you with guilt. “Listen-”
“And I told you not to,” You cut her off.
“I know,” Sersi responded. “But it is important,” You scoffed at her and placed the scissor down. “Last time I remember, I wasn’t involved with your superhero needs,” You scowled at her.
“Ajak is dead,” She blurted out. You stood frozen for a while before you looked at her with an unreadable expression. “The deviants are back and we need you, Y/N,”
“Your the only one who has the power enough to kill them,” Sersi replied. “I may have the power to kill them, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to use them on you if you’re not leaving,” You threatened her.
“Y/N, please…” Sersi begged. “Don’t do this,” She pleaded with you and began to step away. You tilted your head towards her and smirked.
“I’m going to stop if you’re not leaving,” You warned her as your eyes began to glow. Sersi looked at you before you and before you could attack her, you could hear someone scream your name. “Y/N, stop!” Druig used his powers as he pushed Sersi out of his way.
You stopped as you looked at Druig. You scoffed as you saw your family standing in front of you. “I said stop,” He replied and stepped closer. “This will be your final warning,” You told them as you looked at Gilgamesh, Thena, Sprite, Ikaris, and Sersi before walking away back to the house.
“So, what the hell are we doing now?” Sprite asked them. Druig let out a sigh as he watched you walk back towards the house. He understood you more than anyone could and he knew that he could fix the bond between you.
“I will go and talk to her,” He responded before following after you, leaving them with confused expressions.
Request: “Hi, Hannah! How are you? Well, I’m a Marvel girl and I found out you write about some of my favourite characters I saw that request about Paul Artreids and I wanted to know if you would write for me Bucky, Druig and Doctor Strange reacting to neck kisses, please” Anon
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Bucky
The silken sheets slipped past her hand easily as she shifted. She was waking herself up – something she normally did after an unsettling dream.
Or if she was needed.
Her eyes opened slowly, full of sleep. It was still dark, probably the middle of the night.
Directly in front of her was Bucky, laying on his back atop the sheets. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his arms stuck at his sides. His eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling.
This was one of those times when she was needed.
Making sure to sigh loudly as to not startle him, (Y/N) inched forward until she was able to pull on his arm. She wrapped it around her as she laid herself onto his torso.
“Hello,” she whispered.
Bucky swallowed, “Hello.”
The grip he had on her waist was tight, but she didn’t complain. She wound a hand up to his face. “I was just thinking about that summer we spent in California…”
“You were just sleeping.”
“As I was saying – thinking about California – remember the beach?”
They sat in silence for a few moments, (Y/N) still on the edge of sleep. She began to tap a finger on his cheek. She felt it lift as he smiled.
“I remember a large umbrella, sandy shorts, and possibly scarring a little girl.”
(Y/N) tilted her head until her nose was brushing his jawline, “I’m sure that little girl had seen her parents kissing before.” She placed her lips against his neck.
Bucky had that smile in his voice now, “It was embarrassing.”
“Well, I assure you…” she kissed just under his jaw, “We won’t get caught now.”
His fingers dug into her waist, “You should be sleeping.”
“As should you.” She kissed up towards his ear, “But I find you awake.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
(Y/N) knew this. She often found him lost in thought after a nightmare, scared and unable to move for fear of being away from her.
He needed to take his mind off those intrusive thoughts. And (Y/N) knew the right distraction.
Bucky tilted his head to the side, giving her full access to the sweet skin of his neck. She grinned, nipping and kissing, giving him something much more present to think about.
“I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled, his breaths picking up.
She nuzzled him, itchy against his scruff, “I’d rather be the focus of your thoughts just now.”
“Well, it’s working,” he sighed gratefully, pulling on her until she was fully on top of him now.
She giggled, holding his face while he held the small of her back. “Good.”
He rose his head just enough to capture her lips with his.
Druig
(Y/N) walked around the living room with a bowl of potato chips, munching away. She went for the corner of the couch, crossing her legs and resting the bowl in her lap.
The TV rang to life as she fiddled with the remote. She could hear a heavy set of boots tromping down the stairs and the corner of her mouth lifted.
“What are we watching?” Druig came into the room.
“Well,Iwas going to watch The Bachelor,” she said, concentrating on the screen.
He jumped over the back of the couch, bouncing on the cushions, “Sounds good to me.” His hand reached over to grab at the chips, but she smacked him.
“My show, my snack,” she giggled, “Go find your own food.”
“But these are so conveniently within my reach,” he poked her side, making her squirm, “Let me have some.”
She smacked his hand again, “Nope.”
Suddenly her jaw went slack, her shoulders slumped, and she willingly passed the bowl. When she snapped out of it, she was immensely confused.
“Hey!” she shouted, “Mind control is cheating.”
Druig laughed, eating the chips, “I did ask nicely; I resorted to my last resource.”
“Excuse me, I didn’t hear a single please when you asked.” She reached for the bowl and Druig lifted it out of her reach.
“Ask nicely.”
“You didn’t,” she accused, starting to climb over him.
Druig held the bowl over his head, smirking at the way she was now straddling him. “You never listen to me.”
“Say something nice, then.” (Y/N) got close and in his face, nose to nose. They were both smirking at this point.
Her hands were just reaching out to touch his hair when he suddenly stood. (Y/N) fell hilariously to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Druig munched on another chip, “Oh, I’m sorry – did that hurt?” The sarcasm was clear.
(Y/N) stared at him with an evil eye as he got comfortable on the couch again.
“What? I said sorry.”
She frowned, getting up and walking to behind the couch. Druig stole the remote to turn on the latest episode, triumphant.
(Y/N) knelt down and nuzzled her head next to his. “You sure you want to watch this?” She brushed her nose along his ear.
Druig hummed delightfully, “How else am I supposed to find out who he ends up with?”
She kissed behind his ear, “I guess you’re right.” She made her way down towards his neck, breathy and open-mouthed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand clench against his lap.
“This is a change,” he whispered, getting breathless himself.
(Y/N) giggled against his skin, tickling him. She nipped with her teeth, leaving marks she knew would purple in a few hours. She could feel the deep hum in his throat as she left lingering kisses. His head tilted away to give her more room.
Then she snatched the bowl of chips and ran.
“Hey!”
“Who needs mind control,” she laughed.
Stephen
Stephen floated around the library in his astral form. Waving his hands, he summoned more books needed for his research.
Behind him was his physical body, asleep in a chair. His arms were folded and his head lolling to the side.
He was working on a rather tough case of stolen magic. He had spent the past few days scouring the library and archives for traces of the magic – a kind he didn’t recognize as of yet. It led to his bad habit of losing sleep and caring about nothing else.
As a result, his physical form fell prey to sleepiness.
He was just perusing a tome of ancient spells when he felt an itch on his neck. He leaned over and tried to rub it against his shoulder. But it persisted.
He used his hand and rubbed at it. It started tickling.
Stephen scratched behind his ear and down his neck, starting to get annoyed.
Then suddenly it dawned on him that he just so happened to be in his astral form. He tossed the book away and floated around the shelves to peer at his sleeping body.
There behind his shoulder was (Y/N), leaning over and lightly kissing his neck. It was strange seeing her kiss himself, almost like the beginnings of jealousy. But that was ridiculous – she was kissing him.
His neck tickled again, and he shivered. He was suddenly very anxious to get back into his body.
(Y/N) traced a finger along his jaw as she peppered him with waking kisses. She continued as his eyes started flitting open. But soon after he sighed in contentment, humming deep in his throat.
He reached up and took her tracing finger, pulling it down to where he could kiss her hand.
“Good morning,” she whispered, kissing his neck slower. She was drawing out each peck. “Or should I say afternoon – I believe it’s four o’clock.”
Stephen, voice full of sleep, said, “I couldn’t fend it off any longer.”
“Sorry to wake you then,” she said against his throat, her breath making his shoulders tense slightly.
He was all low and gruff when he said, “I needed a break anyway.”
She combed through his hair with her fingers, pulling him away and kissing up towards his ear. She sucked just behind it, manifesting a bruise to grow there later. Stephen shifted in his seat, trying to keep his breaths even.
“You’ve been reading in your sleep again?”
He tried to take a calming breath, “I couldn’t stop my research because of a little thing like sleep.”
“But you’ve stopped your research now,” she giggled, sending a shiver down his spine.
He waved a relaxed hand, “I’d stop anything and everything to spend a little time with you.”
Summary: After what happened during the Emergence, the reader finds it hard to sleep as the events haunt them. Druig finds them awake and provides comfort. Reader is an eternal and gender neutral.
Warnings: Grief and guilt, mostly comfort.
Word Count: 1450
A/N: I didn’t think I’d be able to crank one out this week since it’s been so hectic but I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain Eternal ;)
It’s the middle of the night and you’re wide awake. You’re lying in bed staring blankly at the darkened ceiling above you, hoping by some miracle that you’ll finally doze off. Your body is physically exhausted, but your brain won’t turn off. You try to close your eyes but haunted images of the past spring to mind and you open them again. You sigh, knowing tonight was another lost cause.
You turn your head to look at your sleeping boyfriend. Druig sleeps by your side undisturbed as he’s been asleep for a while now. You study his peaceful face and smile knowing it isn’t often he gets a moment of peace. You lean over and gently kiss his head before you decide to leave. You carefully remove Druig’s arm from around your waist and, making sure he’s still asleep, you slip out of your bedroom.
You walk through your apartment and turn on only a few lights to make your way to the kitchen. All the while your mind won’t stop racing with memories but you try to focus on the room around you and remind yourself of where you are.
To occupy your time, you decide to make some tea to attempt to calm yourself down. Sometimes it’s able to settle your nerves and right now you could really use it. Your movements are sluggish as you ready the kettle onto the stove. You’re reminded of the expression “a watched pot never boils” but since you have nothing else to do, you stare at it anyway.
That’s when you start to feel yourself slipping. Images of fire, destruction, and death play before you while the echoes of cries and fighting ring in your ears. You grip the countertop and just when you start to panic, you hear, “Y/N?”
You freeze and turn your head before relaxing as you see Druig. You watch him trudge into the living space. He rubs his eyes and the image is adorable. He blinks up at you and says in a groggy voice, “What are you doing?”
He looks just out of sleep, his eyes are half-lidded. You start to feel guilty knowing you probably woke him. “I’m sorry, love,” you say. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Druig trudges over to you and lazily wraps his arms around you as you continue to face the kettle. “I woke up and you weren’t there,” he murmurs against your neck before placing a soft kiss there.
“Sorry,” you mumble, remembering how peaceful he looked.
He shakes his head and you feel the movement on your neck and shoulder. “Don’t be,” he says and you turn your head to look at him. “I was dreaming of you anyway.” He winks at you and you laugh softly, looking back at the kettle as your expression melts back into a straight face. You see him frown out of the corner of your eye.
“So, why are you up?” he asks you. You shrug your shoulders, not wanting to concern him and not wanting to talk about it either.
“Couldn’t sleep,” you say, your eyes not meeting his.
“Again?” he whispers, softly. You bite your lip. Druig’s been aware of your sleeping problem for a while now, though you try your best not to wake him. You haven’t told him what the cause is. You don’t want to admit to it out of fear. You don’t want him to know how weak you are. You’re supposed to be an eternal, but you feel no different than a human, despite your gift. Druig leans back which brings your attention back to the present. He places his hands on your hips and tugs at you to face him. You relent.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” he says, his eyes filled with nothing but love. You open your mouth to answer when the kettle starts screaming. You turn around to take it off the stovetop.
“Do you want any?” you ask, avoiding the previous topic for now. You know he notices but he doesn’t push you on the subject.
Instead he replies, “Sure.”
You distract yourself by pouring you both some tea, ignoring Druig’s stare for now. “Do you want to sit on the couch?” Druig asks once the drinks are made. You nod. He takes your hand and gently pulls you along to the couch where you both sit down. You finally look at him and you see such a soft look in his eyes that you let go of your worries for a moment.
After a while of silence, Druig puts down his mug and asks, “What’s going on?” You feel so vulnerable in front of him and in the moment, you feel like you can open up. But when you try to speak, you feel tears prick at your eyes and your breath catches. You shake your head and cover your face in your hands.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he says, pulling you into a hug. You grip onto him tightly and he places one hand on your head, the other rubbing your back. The sound of his heartbeat soothes and reassures you as tears roll down your face.
When your breathing calms down, you say, “I could have saved them.” Druig pulls apart from you and looks confused before understanding crosses his face. Ever since you lost three members of your family, so quickly after surviving together for years, everything’s felt different.
“I should have been able to save them, Druig,” you say. “I mean, what’s the point of these fucking powers if I can’t even save my family?” Your lip quivers. “I-I’m supposed to be able to see the future but I can’t even control my own visions. Maybe I’ve grown weaker.”
“You’re not weak,” Druig says, softly.
“Then why do I feel so helpless?” you whisper. “Ever since we lost them, first Ajak, then Gilgamesh e-even Ikaris, I haven’t felt the same. I feel so heavy all the time, and I can’t even sleep. I find myself losing control over my abilities, I keep slipping in and out of reality. I don’t know what’s happening to me, Druig.” You release a sob as you finally let out what’s been eating at you.
Druig tilts your chin up to look at him. “What you’re feeling is grief, love,” he says. “Everyone deals with it differently. That doesn’t make you any weaker.” You shake your head. “It’s true. And that grief is also making you feel guilty.”
“Because I could have–”
“Y/N,” he says so calmly that you stop to look at him. “It’s not your fault. It’s not.” A shaky breath escapes your lips as another tear falls past your cheek. He’s right. You know he’s right. And yet… “There’s nothing you could have done. You can’t blame yourself.”
You have never been able to see the future of an eternal. Just like Druig can’t mind control them. You both feel guilty having a power and not being able to use it to save someone. You look at Druig and realize that he might not just be talking to you at that moment. You lean your forehead against his and place your hand on his cheek.
“It’s not your fault either, you know,” you whisper. He looks at you, a little taken aback.
“I don’t–”
“Druig.” He pauses. He takes a few moments before nodding.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” he says. He takes your hand and for a moment, you just relish in the fact that you have someone who understands you and is there for you. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back.
“But you shouldn’t bottle your feelings up like that,” Druig says. You sigh and nod.
“You’re right.”
“Next time, talk to me,” he says. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how you’re feeling. I’m here for a reason, you know.” You giggle at his teasing.
“Okay, I promise next time I’ll come to you,” you say.
“Good. I promise to do the same.”
“You better,” you say. You drape your arms around his neck. “Cause I know where you live. You can’t escape me.”
He laughs. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirks and gives you a quick peck on the lips which gets a laugh out of you. He then stands up and holds out his hand. “Shall we go back to bed?”
“We shall,” you say with a smile on your face as you take his hand. You walk back to the bedroom and get yourselves back into bed. That night, you had the best night of sleep you’d had in a while.
a/n: I got a request in my inbox for an unrequited love fic for druig, it was the same request that @tokkiotears received. I made sure to discuss this with her to see if it was okay if I went through with the request even though our stories would obviously be different and she let me know it was okay so yeah! I know there’s a ton of unrequited love fics for druig out there but considering the requests were the exact same I wanted to cover my basis!
a/n: DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, REPOST OR TKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK!! THANKS!!
