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Part 2

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

Part 1 | Masterlist |

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn it.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could do that… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was perfectly fine. Perfectly normal. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Found out some more info. Meet for drinks later? 

You glanced up at Kieran as you responded. 

Sure. McCrakens? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

Well… there was no backing out of this now.

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[hoteldreamss]

Imagine || druig

Предупреждения: контроль сознания, dark!druig

Его руки гладят тебя, заставляя тепло разливаться по твоему телу. Ты всегда отзывалась на его прикосновения, была такой ласковой и податливой. Друиг каждый день был рад, что когда-то встретил тебя, и ты поехала с ним на Амазонку.

— Я так скучал по тебя. — Он утыкается носом в твои волосы, вдыхая твой запах. Ты только из душа, твои волосы уже подсохли, но запах шампуня заполняет лёгкие Друига.

Ты издаёшь тихий смешок.

— Мы видимо утром, Дрю. И мы живём вместе.

— Это не запрещает мне скучать по тебе.

Развернувшись в его объятиях, ты обнимаешь Друига за талию, прижимаясь к нему и кладя голову на его грудь.

— Как прошёл твой день? — интересуется он, оставляя поцелуй у тебя на лбу.

— Неплохо. Пальцы правда немного болят от шитья. У тебя?

— Как обычно, не считая собрания, где все почему-то именно сегодня решили быть недовольными.

Ты хмыкаешь и крепче прижимаешься к нему, после чего отстраняешь.

Потеря твоего тепла сразу заставляет Друига почувствовать дискомфорт. Ему нравилось, когда ты не отлипала от него, постоянно желая его внимания. Поэтому ты сразу возвращаешься снова к нему, обхватывая его и прижимаясь ближе. Его руки заключают тебя в объятия, и он заставляет тебя быть довольной вашей любовью.

***

Мягкие и свежие простыни уже успели впитать запах твоего тела и тела Друига. Но тебе это нравилось, когда ты засыпала. Его рука обнимает тебя; прижимаясь к твоему телу своим, Дрю чувствовал, как ты постепенно засыпала. Он не позволял себе заснуть раньше тебя, это казалось ему неправильным.

Твои глаза закрыты, а грудь плавно поднимается и опускается, при твоём ровном дыхании.

***

Стоит тебе зайти в свою квартиру, как ты чувствуешь, что там уже кто-то есть. Это была небольшая студия, которую ты снимала в Лондоне. Тебе нравился этот город, то что ты любила: влажность, дожди, пассивные и интеллигентные люди. Единственное, что тебя беспокоило это высокие цены, но благодаря им и желанию остаться жить здесь, ты работала больше и усерднее. Из-за чего времени на общение, дружбу и свидания, оставалось меньше.

Однако совсем недавно ты столкнулась с одним парнем в кафе. И тебе он на самом деле понравился, милый, но не слишком, умный, обаятельный и не похож на американца, но и на англичанина тоже. Потом ты подумала, что должно быть он из какой-нибудь соседний небольшой страны, или может даже из Франции. Но ты так и не узнала, потому что ваше общение не продолжилось. Он не перезвонил, а ты была воспитана так, что девушка не должна звонить или писать первой.

Теперь этот парень сидит на твоём небольшом диване, на столике тарелка с печеньем, хотя там осталось всего две печеньки. В руках Друига одна из книг, которую он нашёл на твоей полке. Он кажется даже не замечает тебя сначала, но это совсем не так. Конечно, он слышал как ты пришла и чувствовал твой испуганный и удивлённый взгляд на себе. Но он ничего не говорит, ему интересно, как ты будешь реагировать. Друиг ставит на "что ты здесь делаешь?", "как ты сюда попал?" и "я вызываю полицию".

Но ты продолжаешь пялиться на него, пока он делает вид, что не замечает тебя. Он также не влезает в твои мысли, желая играть иначе.

— Зачем ты влез в мою квартиру? — Этот вопрос он не ожидал, хотя мог бы предугадать прочти твои мысли.

Друиг поднимает на тебя взгляд, его голубые глаза наполнены серьёзностью и даже кажется лёгким презрением.

Он откладывает твою книгу и снова тянется к печенью.

— Тебя было сложнее найти, даже учитывая мои способности. — Он засовывает себе в рот целое орио, и ты хмуришься, даже не зная, что именно тебя смущает, целая печенюшка во рту или его фраза о способностях.

Ты предполагаешь, что способности это связи, что он может быть похищает женщин, для продажи их тел или частей тела. Фильм «Fresh» всплывает в воспоминаниях и заставляет представить худший исход событий для тебя.

— Я не торгую человеченной и уж тем более не ем её. — Он поднимается со своего места. — Тебе стоит меньше смотреть подобного бреда.

Друиг подходит к тебе, и ты делаешь шаги назад, что, кажется, не нравится ему.

— Стой на месте. — Его глаза загораются, как и твои. Золотой свет то, что теперь часто ты будешь видеть, иногда забывая, какой настоящий цвет глаз Друига.

***

Это происходит впервые раз. Твои следующие попытки будут уже не такими смелыми и уж тем более успешными.

Ты бежишь по джунглям. Листва и ветки больно бьют тебя по телу и лицу, хотя ты уклоняешься как можешь и плотная ткань твоего платья смягчает удары. Твои ботинки в грязи. Твоё платье где-то порвано, а где-то испачкано. Один из концов подола, ты прикрепила за пояс, чтобы было легче убегать.

Ты не знаешь сколько у тебя времени. Но твой разум чист, впервые за месяца четыре или пять, ты не знаешь точный срок, ты одна в своей голове, там только твой голос.

Ты добираешься до причала, где есть пару лодок и хижина, куда ты боишься стучать прося о помощи. Что если Он добрался и до этих людей? На самом деле ты понятия не имеешь как велики Его силы, но ты видела, как он управлял целым поседением, будто кукловод. И это заставляет твой пульс учащаться, а страх захватывает тебя.

Отвязав лодку, ты залезаешь в неё, начиная отплывать. Ты ни разу в жизни не гребла, но сейчас у тебя нет выбора.

***

Ты чувствуешь его поцелуи на своём плече. Его тёплые и мозолистые ладони скользят по твоей обнажённой кожи, забравшись под твою ночную рубашку.

— Уже девять, любовь моя, тебе пора вставать. — Его голос хриплый и тихий, но ты всё равно реагируешь на него, разворачиваясь и утыкаясь носом в грудь Друига, перекидывая ногу через его бедро.

Он уже был одет и встал раньше тебя, как обычно.

— Давай, красавица. Не хочу, чтобы ты снова сбила свой режим.

Ты невнятно что-то мычишь, но всё же приходишь в сознание.

Друиг даёт тебе всего пару секунд, чтобы ты услышала лишь свои мысли в голове, но это длится не долго, и ты с трудом успеваешь это осознать, когда твои глаза снова заливает золотой свет. И ты снова становишься его идеальной и послушной куколкой.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Dark!Druig Headcanons

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I have finally watched Eternals and now I understand why y'all are so obsessed with this man because same

This is a concept that is neither new nor uncommon

But my God do I love it

So let's dive into it

You’re part of the commune, just living your best rustic cottagecore life without a care about the outside world

Goals tbh

And it’s a perfectly normal day when Druig takes notice of you

It’s not like you’ve just appeared, you were born there

Druig may have been looking but he wasn’t seeing

You’re just carrying a basket of produce, waving and smiling at the children running around

And it’s as if Arishem himself bitch slapped Druig

He eavesdrops on your thoughts and comes to the realization that you’re the personification of human virtues, without an ounce of vice

Druig is watching you from a distance like one watches a wild animal in its natural habitat, careful not to disturb it. He also begins to follow you around

And as much as he would like to show the humankind what it can be, a weird fear clouds his mind

What if the world corrupts you? What if your virtues are delicate enough to be devoured by the odiousness of darkest desires?

No, he can’t risk that

And with that thought, he approaches you for the very first time in an attempt to see if your words are as chaste as your image in his head

Ever since Druig quite clearly suggests that you should "surrender" yourself to his protection and live like you deserve

Pointing out the possible dangers lurking around and the fact that not all people have pure intentions and that he, and only he, could keep you safe and sound

The vision of the world he presents to you is definitely embellished for certain purposes

The proposition, although kind, is met with rejection: it’s not that you don’t like Druig or don't believe his words, you just like your simple, rustic life

It’s a very rewarding lifestyle, to know that your mangoes, rumberries, grapefruits and avocados feed the community you love and care about

Man I love fruit

Besides, Druig has done so much for you, your family and the entire community. He would have no reason to deceive you, would he?

Druig's not keen on negotiations

I mean, you are just a human after all, right? He’s a timeless space being, he probably knows better

You’ll love staying by his side! You just don’t know it yet

So the next bit you’ve, kind of, brought unto yourself. Until you see reason, Druig doesn’t have many options, does he?

He starts off with more subtle things like mind-controlling everyone into alienating you

There are two reasons for that: 1) he doesn't want to risk anyone tainting your kindness and gentleness, and 2) if no one engages in a relationship with you, the loneliness will bring you straight to him

Yes, the idea of being your savior has been occupying his mind for quite some time

Your friends don't have the time to talk to you, some people start to completely ignore you, and your family is genuinely disinterested in you

He fights with his own thoughts about whether he should plant a seed of dislike in your head towards those around you: sure, it would make this whole ordeal easier for him but wouldn't it be a speck of dirt on your otherwise chaste spirit? In the end, he settles for unwavering ambivalence

Druig knows he's breaking your heart, he hears it in your thoughts, but it's a step towards the greater good: sometimes you have to lose first to win later.

So don't be surprised when you wake up one day to a thought in your head that maybe venturing alone into the woods isn't a good idea and that maybe you should stop by Druig's and see how he's doing

But it's rude to show up at someone's house empty-handed, so you bring some fruit with you

Druig definitely got you to hand-feed him grapes or berries

Depending on how receptive you are to his coercion, he might put himself into your dreams

Especially if you're having a nightmare, "saving" you from whatever's bringing you woe

He could, of course, plant an entirely new dream into your head but where's the fun in that? Druig plays his cards well

Even if consciously you know it's just a dream and none of it is real, you can't help your subconscious mind being more drawn towards Druig - just the way he planned everything

In all honesty, it would be less than child's play to make you devoted to him but such a scenario can't quite satisfy the itch inside him. He longs for you to choose to be by his side like a game he plays to win and although he does cheat in this game, the win is a lot less satisfying when the game is rigged to your favor __________ @restingbitchsblog

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

Barry Keoghan for W Magazine

[softquietsteadylove]

Gil takes care of Thena very secretly while she still has her bullet wound. Thena learns that he is the strongest guard here and yet the most kindest and gentlest of them all. Plus she can’t resist touching his feathers 🤭

"Thena?"

"Up here!" she called back to him. She could hear him climbing from the branches holding her nest up to the canopy where she was sitting (hiding). "Careful."

Gilgamesh had such large and magnificent wings. She had cleared a path for herself, of course, but she hated the idea of him snagging any of his beautifully dark feathers on his way up.

"Hey," he huffed, finally emerging in the canopy with her. His wings rustled behind him as he settled himself on the same branch. "How did you get up here?"

She smiled. He had been very vigilant about her injury since she had disclosed it to him. He even snuck her extra food in hopes the protein would help her heal faster. "Carefully, rest assured. I've started coming up here to watch the sunrise. And it assures that Druig and Ikaris will leave me be and seek their own food."

Gil chuckled, "did you find food for them when they were fledglings?"

Thena rolled her eyes at it. "I do not know of yourself, but my brothers knew I was the best hunter of us, so they would half-attempt to fish until I assuredly brought back the best yield for us to share."

Gil rolled his eyes as well, although they did share in their laughter. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me."

"Even when Ikaris started hunting in earnest, he's too impatient to skim the water at a reasonable pace, so everything slips from his grasp," she shrugged, picking at a few berries she had in a leaf cup. "But he can crack open shellfish better than I, I must admit."

"You like shellfish?"

"Scallops and shrimp are sweeter than oysters and muscles," she commented freely, barely even noticing as Gil angled himself, running his hands over her wings. She shifted in her position, turning her back to him so he could examine her side.

"Has it opened back up again?" he asked seriously, examining her white dress for signs of blood.

"No, the healing springs are working," she answered honestly. She was still soaking her wound morning and night. "The skin is a little tender, but I do believe it had closed, at least."

"Hm," he grunted, moving on to straightening some of her feathers while he was examining her. "Still soak it for a little longer, though. Until it no longer hurts to poke."

Thena sighed. She poked it regularly to test if she was healed yet. "Indeed."

"Makkari is rushing home after last perimeter checks a lot," Gil commented lightly as he idly combed through her feathers with his fingers. "Are they official now?"

"I do believe I could say they are courting," Thena smiled to herself, watching sun stream through the gaps and crags in the top of the mothernest, and even through some of the crystalline ice structures up there. "I look forward to the day he brings her home to me."

It was quite serious to have one's mate introduced to the family formally. Thena and Makkari had spoken of course, could even be considered to be friends. But if Druig brought Makkari to her nest to meet her, that would be more like bringing Makkari to meet his mother.

"You think he will?" Gil asked, plucking out an errant feather.

"It will take time," she sighed, her wings fluttering faintly at the thought, just for Gil to move them more for his angle. "But I do hope so. I would welcome her to the family."

"You wouldn't feel like you have a," Gil paused, and she heard his clothes rustle as he fidgeted, "I dunno--empty nest, or something?"

Thena looked down at her berries, almost eaten completely. "Perhaps I will mourn the days when Druig was a sweet little hatchling, even when Ikaris was not so...Ikaris."

Gil snorted.

"But they are long grown, and I want for them to stretch their wings," she concluded. She moved her leaf cup, offering up her last windberry. "I brought them all the way here for it, all told."

"Thanks," Gil whispered (awfully close to her ear). He reached for the berry, his thumb brushing against hers as he fished it out.

"I have never seen them so much as show an interest in courting, or preening, or," she shrugged, flapping her wings faintly as she felt Gil pull away.

"Well, preening is pretty, y'know," Gil postulated as she turned around to face him again.

"Oh?" she grinned, automatically moving forward to return the favour of his preening of her wings. She nearly gasped as he allowed her to do the same, brandishing his shimmering black wings in all their glory. They made her want to bury her face in the valley between them.

"W-Well," Gil squirmed, and she could just imagine the sweet, somewhat shy expression on his face. "Preening is pretty, uh, personal."

Intimate might be another word for it. Certainly no acquaintances or even casual friends were going around picking at each other's feathers. It simply required a level of trust and understanding of a fae's most vulnerable feature.

Thena was not ignorant to that. She simply acted like she was.

She moved her fingers over Gil's feathers delicately. They were so stunning, each and every one of them. She nudged a few back into place, examining the most misplaced ones. He had navigated his way up here with care.

"Should I not be...?" she asked quietly, even pausing in her actions. She pursed her lips while he was turned away from her, "if you have a potential mate who is going to come and tear my nest apart, I-"

Gil snorted again. He half turned to peek at her around his wing, "please."

She only felt more dissatisfied with that answer. She plucked a downy feather straight out roughly. "I do not see what is humorous about the question."

"Well, guard life doesn't exactly let you go out and court," he shrugged, not seeming all that bothered by it. "I've been the captain of our patrol for a long time, Thena. I've never so much as been approached."

Thena tilted her head beside/behind him. Her hair swayed around her shoulders faintly and the shadows of her horn and a half were cast over Gil's shoulder. She couldn't imagine Gilgamesh not being a prime candidate for a mate for anyone viable.

"Why?"

She looked up and suddenly he had a completely clear view of her. His eyes were sharp and warm, brown like the undertones of his rich black feathers. Her stomach leapt. "Hm?"

"You worried I have someone I'm preening with in another nest?"

Thena felt herself flush, although she did her best to look annoyed with the question. He wasn't in a teasing mood often. "I wouldn't take you for that kind of fae, Gilgamesh."

He laughed fully, having had his fun. He turned again, crossing his arms around himself. His wings shook with his laughter as well. "Well, that's good. And listen, even if I had ever liked someone, I've never been able to approach anyone. I'm used to doing my own preening, really."

She could tell, by the general state of his back-most feathers. Clearly he took good care of them, but every fae had those spots they simply couldn't reach on their own. "Well, good you have me."

"Yeah, it is."

Thena lowered her hands from his wings. She had let herself enjoy their secrecy too much, perhaps. "You need not, of course. If you didn't wish it."

Gil, sensing that she had pulled away from him, turning back to her. He lifted his wings to they could sit close despite the appendages of theirs which naturally demanded distance. "Do you?--wish it?"

Thena sighed, looking at the wonderful border guard she had met a full turn around the sun past, now. She leaned forward carefully, giving him time to refuse if he wanted to. In which case she would take off and leave these seas, perhaps forever.

Gil leaned in as well, their lips meeting gently. It was not necessarily as intimate as preening - especially in secret - but a kiss was still a kiss. He raised his hand to her cheek, tilting her head to kiss her deeper.

Thena sighed, their fangs meeting somewhat as their mouths opened more. He tasted of the morning stew the guards ate before first takeoff. It mixed with the taste of her berries.

Gil pulled away, tucking her hair behind the point of her ear in the morning air currents.

Thena just stared at him, her breath coming in soft sighs. She had never thought of finding a mate for her own.

Gil looked up, seeing a few fae beginning to fly around the dome of the mothernest as a warmup. He sighed, "I have to go."

"Go," she sent him off with a smile, her whole body tingling with warmth. "You are needed."

Gilgamesh let his hand drift off her cheek and to her shoulder as he stood on the branch. He lifted his wings, shielding them from witnesses. "I'll come and check on you tonight."

"Very well," she smiled. She waited the entirety of the day for him to do so eagerly. Her heart sang for him. "I shall wait for you."

"Okay," he whispered, their hands leaving each other the most slowly. He slipped something into her hand, "see you later, then."

Thena waved as he took off, launching straight from the treetops into the air to join the day's first shift of patrol. She could hear his voice, already directing his team and guiding them with the largest and strongest wings of them all.

Her hand tightened around the feather of his he had left her. It was a step past preening, and she would have to make sure Ikaris and Druig didn't find it--this gesture of exclusivity between fae. It wasn't necessarily a courting trinket, bus she felt a certain lightheaded giddiness as she tucked it into the layers of her white dress, over her heart.

[azevade]

I think I may have a type...

[iamburdened]

Having a crush on Druig when Eternals came out and now being obsessed with Morpheus from Sandman… hm i see a pattern

[tinythebunni]

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[barnes-n-nobles]

Hello beautiful people! I wanted to come on here and let you know that I will be accepting requests for more than just fics. These are the things I will be doing in the future on top of the fics I already write:

Reactions (e.g. Druig react to you being bratty, Bucky reacts to you teasing him)

Fake texts (e.g. text exchange between you and your desired character, could be that you two are se*ting, arguing, being cute, etc:> )

Mood boards (e.g. Stalker Eddie lurking for you, Mafia Bucky yearning for you, King Druig that wants his servant, basically a sorry with pictures with your desired characters or just whatever you want for a mood board)

Short Drabbles

I want to stay active and I want you guys to get more content and not have to wait until I write my long ass stories. This will also help me so it’s a WIN WIN lol I’ll probably think of more stuff as I go along but these are the ones that I got right now

I mostly write DARK triggering things but I can also write different stuff if you guys would like as well. If I’m not comfortable with something I will obviously not write it but I won’t ever post it and make fun of it or anything like that. That’s mean girl energy. My mind is too consumed by the dark side and I’ll write the most vile, taboo, toe curling smut ever and I’ll sleep like an angel LOL so don’t be afraid to request anything. I will never judge.

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[oldloveforever]

Am I the only one who thinks about non-musical movies being Musicals? When I'm listening to music i always think about how these characters are singing the fuck out of the song and it's so epic that i create a whole playlist for every character with their songs.

So, Eternals as a Musical. We've seen Kingo already dancing. Who would sing wich song?

[alohastyles-x]

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

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

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

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

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig  lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known? 

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants. 

But the guard below Druig  was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected. 

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens,  had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing. 

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame,  his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight. 

He closed his eyes  as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.  

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet. 

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man. 

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His  list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed  were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior. 

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed. 

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him. 

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest. 

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers. 

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle. 

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control. 

Present Day 

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans. 

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable… 

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention. 

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go. 

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.  

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who  lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign. 

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it. 

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you. 

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach. 

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head. 

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed  with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted. 

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location. 

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat. 

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location. 

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art. 

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more. 

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall. 

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you. 

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next. 

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared. 

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees. 

One thing was certain…  

… you were just in the presence of a god. 

** 

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail. 

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.  

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently  by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home. 

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall. 

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples. 

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine. 

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours. 

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room. 

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different. 

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving. 

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew. 

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.” 

Celia looked at you quizzically. 

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her. 

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe. 

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it. 

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air. 

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages. 

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out. 

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.” 

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again. 

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.” 

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces. 

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before. 

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle. 

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.” 

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand. 

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text. 

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color. 

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind. 

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered. 

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live. 

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text. 

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality. 

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you. 

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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[redheadspark]

hawuu could I request 12. "we should really get up." "we should....but we won't." With Druig

Thank you

A/N - HAWUU! I love this request for Druig, thanks for requesting this dear friend!

Sun Kissed

Summary - Druig just wants alone time. That's all

Warnings - Just some fluff

The first thing you hear in the morning is crashing from Phastos’s lab, which then brings along the chorus of bickering from the other side of the door into your room.

“What did I tell you about touching my equipment, Sprite?!”

“Not my fault it’s lying around all over the floor!”

The body behind you was grumbling and snuggling into you as you rubbed your eyes with your fingers. The room was still dark, your bed remaining cool against your skin as the Domo energy was humming along the thick dark walls and under your bed along the floor. You knew instantly that it was very early in the morning, some of the morning sun rays were not even coming into your room just yet on the Domo, but it was already starting to be chaotic 

“This has to be a new record in how early they start fightin’,” the voice behind you groaned out as you heard another crash from the direction of Phastos’s lab.  

“SPRITE, I SWEAR TO—“

“WHY IS IT ON THE FLOOR IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!”

“Can we go on our own for a few days?” You asked in a yawn as you felt some kisses pressed against your bare shoulder, “I just need a few days of sleeping in…not waking up at the crack of dawn to—“

A third crash, you groaning in defeat as you rolled to be sprawled on your back and looked up at the dark ceiling above you.  An arm was thrown over your waist, and a small chuckle was heard at your side as the body was now perched up on one hand.

“I’ll talk to Ajak and see if we can have a getaway this upcoming weekend,” You looked over to see Druig watching you with alluring eyes.  You loved seeing him in your bed, you two already establishing that you were a couple just like Ikaris and Sersi.  Although Ikaris and Sersi’s relationship seemed more formal in front of the others, Druig was fine with it.  He had no issue in wishing to kiss your cheek in public or hold your hand whenever he could. Of course, there were times you had to tell him to reel in the public affection, in which he would wait until you two were truly alone to unleash all of his love for you.  

“What makes you think she’ll let two Eternals go off on their own?” You asked him as he cocked a grin at you, “Ajak barely lets Ikaris and Sersi have their own time together,”

“Well it’s because it’s Ikaris and Sersi,” He replied with a shrug, “Ikaris won’t waste an opportunity to be the golden boy and get all the accolades of being second in command,”

“Quit being mean,” You lightly scolded him with a smack on his arm, though you both were laughing at what he said.  

“What?  It’s true!” He huffed, “And as for Sersi….well I have nothing bad to say about her.  Just Ikaris,”

You just rolled your eyes as Druig leaned down to wrap you in his arms to kiss you good morning.  You melted in his embrace, feeling his hands sprawled on your backside and some of the sheets starting to descend down both of your bodies as you hummed along his lips.

“Druig, we should really get up,” You murmured against his mouth as he kissed you again.

“We should…..but we won’t,” He replied as he kissed your chin and tickled your sides to make you chuckle, “Honestly, we have no meetings this morning and we can stay in this nice bed for as long as we want,” 

Of course, the idea was beyond inviting and tempting, not wanting to go do chores or any walks of patrol amongst the humans, no need to hunt deviants since they were gone in the area.  In all fairness there was already talk about you all moving on from this small city since you’ve done all you can do to aid the humans in their evolution, finding another rural area that had plenty of Deviants running rabid. Ajak was giving you all a few more days until the Domo was going to uproot, which was both bittersweet and yet thrilling at the same time.  

“Then let’s stay in bed then,” You stated, Druig grinning widely as if he won a prize while you pointed a finger at him, “But not all day!  I would like to go see the ocean again before we leave this city,”

“I’ll take us,” Druig agreed with you as you ruffled his brown hair with affection, “I wanna make sure your tan glows again from being in the sun, “

“Oh, so you wish for me to get a sunburn like I did before?” You asked him coyly as he laughed and shook his head.

“You know that’s not what I want. And I recall giving you that soothing plant lotion that Makkari would use on herself to ease your skin.  I still have extra, so I can give it to you if it does happen again,” Druig informed you.

“You’ll massage it in with your fingers, like last time?” You questioned him in an alluring manner, Druig rolling his eyes as he leaned in to kiss along your neck and jawline to make you feel like you were melting into your sheets.  No matter the image he would put on in front of others or in front of humans, he was always a softy when it came to you.  Especially in your shared bedroom and your shared bed, it was where he felt the most secluded and the most vulnerable.

Plenty of moments were held in that bed.  Moments of joy and happiness as you two would laugh together and talk about the day.  Moments of sadness and grief, you hiding Druig as he cried in your embrace or you weeping in his arms from seeing the tragedies that happened to the humans.  Many triumphs and trials were shared in the very bed you two were nestled in, and it felt like your own little place of worship.  

“I’m at your command,” he vowed softly against your neck, his lips moving lower and lower as his fingers were starting to dance along your skin.  Of course, you were letting him, not wishing to break the magic that was swirling in that room thanks to Druig and his soft affection.

However, another crash was heard from the lab, and Phastos’s screaming in agitation was heard.  Druig sighed in defeat and fell on top of you as you giggled.

“We need alone time,” He grumbled against your neck.

“That we do,” You replied in agreement.

The End 

September Prompt Session

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Monkey business" - Druig x Reader

[TW: catcalling, physical fight, soft dark Druig vibes?]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: Druig gets protective when a bold man foolishly decides to step over a line. Who knew he could actually be intimidating?

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.3k

A/N: is mob!Druig a thing? Because it makes me feel a little silly tbh

Druig was capable of controlling the minds of not only others but also himself - always collected, if a little cocky. As far as you knew, there was nothing that could make him lose his composure. So as it always is with human certainty, fate does its best to break it.

As one might have expected, it was you who convinced Druig to take a few days off, let the commune run on its own and for the two of you to truly have time for each other. To some extent, you had reasonable suspicions that he agreed to the little getaway just to make you stop pestering him about it. Or it just took him a little while to realize how much you needed to spend some time exclusively with him. And that's how you ended up strolling through the streets of Dublin, admiring a reality much different from yours. For the first time in your life, having spent so long in the Amazonian rainforest, the chill wind felt good brushing against your face.

Maybe he wasn't going to admit it to you, at least not in public, but if a getaway meant he got to see you dressed in a mini skirt and a tube top, Druig was willing to go for little trips with you a lot more often.

You were sipping on a green tea and peach bubble tea, a drink you swore by, and guiding him in the direction of some old church you wanted to see. Druig found it amusing that you would call early medieval architecture "old" right in his face.

"You're not old, love," you would say. "You're mature, vintage, like fine wine. Classy and timeless like all the other best things in the world."

The promenade was filled with people, each person moving on with their mundane, little life. Druig was enjoying that moment of anonymity, the lack of interest or expectations directed at either of you. He felt physically lighter when an entire community of people wasn't relying on him day by day.

Relative anonymity, to be exact. Yes, to his utmost displeasure you were garnering some attention and not of the innocent, curious type. He was used to staying back, quietly and closely watching as events unfolded to calmly decide the best approach, so Druig quickly noticed each gliding stare that stuck to you a little longer than he thought was acceptable. But he wasn't too surprised by that, not in the slightest - people were always interested in you, although you seldom noticed just how many did.

An unbearable, restless feeling sat in his stomach as he noticed a group of men clearly preoccupied with watching you, occasionally whispering something to one another. Dressed in faux gold and knock-off designer goods, they almost looked presentable. Their dark gaze followed each of your movements like vultures circling a dying prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew that look, knew what thoughts hid behind it - mainly because once he wore it too, before that fateful day when he kissed you against a tree.

Considering the alarmed gut feeling he couldn't shake off, Druig might as well have been gifted with the ability to look into the future:

"I've got something else you can suck on!"

Druig felt your fingers squeeze his hand but, otherwise, you seemed unmoved by the unsavoury comment. Almost as if it wasn't the first time. He may have been beyond angry at the disgusting comment but the notion that it wasn't the first time, that someone had the guts to be so disrespectful to you, made him blindly furious.

"Hey, fopdoodle, that's no way to talk about a lady!" Druig yelled back. "Apologize."

"Gettin' pissy 'bout a joke? Where's ya humour, lad?" The man and his knockoff-wearing friends cackled.

"Right by the respect for women. Two things you seem to lack."

"Wanna fight me, little man?" the man asked while opening his arms - the universal invitation to a brawl. His friends were standing still as if their only role in that carry-on was to create an artificial mob.

But Druig refused to fight as a principle. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wasn't going to raise a weapon. When the matter regarded you, however, he could never quite stick to his resolution but that quirk transpired into every aspect of his life: he waited for you to fall asleep first, you ate first and he shared his thoughts only after you've said whatever was gnawing at your mind. It seemed as if all of his care and attention was devoted to you and he had simply no more left to spend on himself.

Maybe it sounded horrible to some degree but you weren't worried for Druig, even if the men he was standing up to were physically bigger than him. He was this immortal, space demi-god, how could a mediocre mortal ever equal him in any way, shape or form? Besides, being capable of mind control meant that he could, quite obviously, omit a fight altogether should he want to.

"I don't have to."

"Oi, you're just chicken shit. Hey, pretty lady." The man's attention was once again on you. Druig shifted his body to cover you more and you couldn't be entirely sure whether it was conscious. 'Scared' was the last thing he was. "I'll treat you better than that chicken shit."

"Come on, Druig." You paid no attention to the taunting. "Let's just go."

He looked at you for a moment. Druig's face seemed to soften for a second when he noticed the resignation in your eyes. Then he squinted and took a ragged breath.

The situation took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye:

Suddenly, one of the man's accomplices held his arms behind him while the other began landing sucker punches to his abdomen and chest. Druig was just standing there, his hands behind his back and you didn't need anything else to know that it was his doing. Although you weren't fond of him committing violence, you knew better than to start a fight about that - he was just one of those people who did whatever they set their mind to. The first time he needlessly escalated a situation like that, you were left completely baffled, never expecting such a collected man to have it in him. As time went by and you got to know Druig better, you realized it wasn't that there was some restless malice sitting deep in his viscera. The fact was that he cared, more than you were capable of imagining, maybe even more than he was letting himself feel. Perhaps there was a moment when the amount of affection and worry he had for you was simply overwhelming and he knew no other way to express it; like his body was experiencing such gut-wrenching sorrow or love that it turned to violence to hopefully get rid of the source of those unbearable sensations.

After a good few minutes of relentless punching, the man was basically hanging on his arms that were still tightly held by his, now zombie-like, friend. With a chilling calmness in his step, Druig approached the panting, groaning man. He leaned down to the man's face, their noses nearly touching. The audacious guy moved his face away from Druig in fear.

"Where's ya humour, lad?" Druig asked with mockery spilling out of each spoken word. He was staring at the frightened face of the once too-bold man, basking in his pathetic desperation. "Don't you dare talk to her like that," he whispered to the man. He patted the guy's cheek condescendingly before walking away.

Druig's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. His warm hand ghosted over your hip. You felt his lips place a long kiss on your head before he spoke:

"So where were we going?"

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[a-asterias]

— micaela's january recs

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say you love me by @milliesdiary

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[sideblogofhell]

a body with two souls

summary: there are stories about who druig truly is, he lets you see a glimpse of the truth pairing: druig x male reader word count: 1.3k warnings: 18+ warning, mutual masturbation, mind control, dom!druig, kinda dark if u put your mind into it, if u dont like ignore a/n: part three im back!

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Stars don’t fall for men, and gods don’t come down from the heavens for men. There were stories passed down in the commune, that the leader was a god that came down with other gods. That they were there when the first civilizations were forged, guiding man as they advanced.

The leader had always loomed in the community like a shadow, with his dark robes and his black hair against his pale skin, he was like some dark angel on Earth. He would walk around and deal with troubles in the community, settling disputes and administering justice. You’ve grown fond of him, he was always gentle to you, his soft voice always over your shoulder showering you with praises as you cooked for everyone. 

After everyone was served dinner he thanked you for the wonderful meal and asked if you would meet him before midnight outside his cabin. You stood outside his door under the moonlight, it grew quite dark in the commune at night when the torches were turned off. His voice creaked in the door like he instantly knew of your presence. Come in, his voice echoed in your head. 

You opened the door to his cabin, it was a small space. There was a fireplace at the back of the room with an antique throne chair near it, his bed at the side with animal furs as rugs. There were some old relics on a shelf along with some old leather-bound books. Some torches lit the room, the cold air leaving your skin in exchange for the heat of the fire. 

“How was your day?” he asked, approaching you with a swiftness that felt inhuman. His hand reached for yours, warm around your cold palms. His blue eyes were set on yours. “Dinner was splendid as always.”

“It was good,” you said, your voice hitched at the end of the sentence. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, you’re always splendid,” he said smiling. Your eyes were set on your feet avoiding his gaze. His index finger touches your chin, lifting it so that your eyes meet his. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

You swore for a second that his eyes glimmered a faint gold. 

“Do you know what people say about me?” he asked, leaving you to place more wood on the fire. There were indeed whispers about Druig. That he was a god with the power to influence people’s minds, or that he was one of the angels that rebelled against god. 

“They say you were a trickster, that you toyed with man’s deepest desires,” you said. He hovered around you, his cold presence made the hairs on your skin rise. “Or that you’re a fallen angel.”

“I’m no angel,” he laughs. “But I do know everyone’s deepest fantasies.”

“How so?”

“Not important—but it is interesting that you find the idea of me seducing you somewhat arousing,” he whispered to your ear. You fell back in shock, your back falling into his chest. He trails his nose on the skin on your nape, taking in your scent. 

You had thought about it, his dominating presence was arousing to you. You would sometimes think of it at night as you touched yourself, wanting him to take you for his. Maybe the whispers were right, he truly was a trickster god. 

“What a naughty boy you are,” he smirked, he traced his fingers on your arm, his light touches drove you insane. You wanted him to touch you so bad. “If I told you that the whispers are true would you run away from me?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

He walked around so that his body was in front of you, towering over you. “Do you trust me?” he said, his hands cupping your face. 

“Yes, sir.”

He takes you near the fireplace, taking a seat on the throne chair, legs sprawled. Kneel, his voice whispered inside your head, as if it were your thoughts. Tonight you give up yourself to me, that is what you want right? You nod, looking up at him as you knelt. 

Show me how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me. 

Your cock throbbed inside your pants, you palmed it to the sound of his voice inside your head. You took out your sex and started stroking, it was achingly hard. You let saliva drip out of your lips to your cock, the slippery sensation drawing out moans from you. You see him start to palm his erection, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, something about this amused him. 

He took out his thick cock and started to stroke it at the very same pace you were stroking. His free hand cupped his balls as his pink tip glistened against the fire. In your head, you would have crawled to him and taken him into your mouth. You felt drunk like any sense of inhibition was taken away from you as your fingers wrapped around your cock.

Would you give yourself up to me? 

You nodded like a hungry dog, eyes beady in front of him. Druig looked down onto the moaning mess at his feet, cock leaking, your face flushed as your hand pumped your sex. He wanted to take things further, control your mind to his pleasure. To place himself inside your body for him to control, he had never done it with anyone, but your pleading eyes made him almost lose it.

“Please use me, sir.”

That was it. You saw his eyes fully glow a bright gold, like shining stars in front of you. Your body felt light like your soul lifted from your body. You were fully aware of your body’s sensations but you couldn’t move your limbs. Druig was in control of your body, he could feel your hardness alongside his. With his own will, your hands started to stroke your cock, his hand stroking his own at the same pace. It felt like someone else’s hands were stroking you, it was a strange but satisfying feeling. 

Your body felt insane, like your body had two souls, your and his taking control of your body. Your hips started to thrust into your hand, you were fully fucking your hand like it were someone's body. Druig’s hand was already wet with precum, the slippery sounds of your cocks filled the room alongside the sounds of burning wood. The sight was intoxicating to Druig, a moaning mess, you were. Your body crawled nearer to him, his hand running through your hair as he pumped his cock. 

Your whole arm was moving like clockwork, stroking your member to the point that it was aching red, leaking precum on the carpeted floor. Druig was close, his hips bucking into his hand as his chest heaved. You were already panting, sweat dripping down your forehead. You looked up at him, mouth agape as you reached for air. Druig projected his pleasure to your mind, the feeling was so alien to your body that it drew your mind to a blur, the pleasure coursing through your body like a strange wave of electricity. 

The feeling of the two of you nearing climax in your feeble mundane mind was sending you into ecstasy, you were panting like crazy, Druig too. He was groaning under his breath, his thick cock blushing pink as he stood up holding your head. At the same stroke of your hands, you shot cum on his leather boots crying out in pleasure, as Druig let out a loud groan of pleasure as his cum released into your mouth, some smearing across your face. 

You dropped down to the carpet floor in fatigue, chasing your breath after what happened. Druig picked you up and carried you to his bed, cleaning you up with a damp cloth. He later joined you in bed, stroking your hair as he whispered praises into your ear. Myths were right, the trickster god did indeed toy with people’s pleasure. 

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[moon-child-goddess]

When we say goodbye Pt 1

Pairings:  Druig X LightBender!Eternal!Reader (Fem) 

Summary: Druig and readers time together before he leaves the group. The beginning of her descent into darkness. 

Warnings: MCU Violence, Blood, Fighting, I used Fem pronouns, some fluff and angst. Time Jumps

Author's note: I watched Saltburn and then Eternals, got an Idea so here we are my first ever thingy thing. This is part one. I got carried away…. I hope you all enjoy it! 

Part Two Part Three

Intricate gold patterns trailed up Y/Ns arms as she used the sunlight around her to create a massive hawk. It took off, sinking its glowing talons into the deviant’s eyes. The creature let out a strangled shriek before biting the bird. The golden creature dissolved in its jaws. Y/N pulled more light together, throwing it at the ugly monster. The ground rumbled under her feet as it fell over.  It held the force of a mini earthquake. She used all the strength in her legs to keep from toppling over. Usually, Y/N had to have help from Thena or one of the other Eternals help her take the deviants down. She could wound them but hardly ever executed. 

A deviant that was hidden in the tree line focused on the Y/H/C-haired girl. She stood over its friend, a  wide victorious smile on her face. And did a small dance, proud of herself. It huffed out before taking off toward her. The creature now behind Y/N raised a clawed hand, slashing it through the air with the force of hurricane winds. An ear-splitting scream passed her lips while the deviant’s razor-sharp nails ripped through her flesh. Cutting right through her like a perfectly done steak. A searing heat of pain ran through her body. 

"Y/N!" Druig cried out. Within a heartbeat, he took off running to her. Leaving Kingo and Thena to fend for themselves. He knew they were more than capable of handling their situation.  After all, Thena could take three deviants down in the blink of an eye. 

Gilgamesh neutralized the deviant attacking the girl, effectively preventing it from killing Y/N. More deviants came out of the trees to defend their fallen, pulling him back to Thenas side. There were more of the creatures in this area than anywhere the group had been before. They were multiplying like bunnies in the spring.  

Druig knelt in Y/N's blood as it soaked in to the forest's floor and carefully pulled her head to his lap. His eyes flitted over the crimson wounds, muttering a sorry when a whimper escaped her. Through the blurry haze of pain, she could make out a deviant coming toward the two of them. No one besides Y/N seemed to notice the thing. Without another thought, she used the small patch of sunlight by her fingers directing the stream of light to blind the monster. Cerci took care of the rest.

"Saved my ass again, my sunshine." He smiled that breathtaking smile, pushing her hair out of her face. Druig took a deep breath wiping any emotions he showed off his face. He didn't want to worry his friend. 

"I think we are even now," she spoke, inhaling sharp breaths with each word.

Ajak got down by the two, placing her hands on Y/N. A numb, tingling feeling ran through her. It felt like her limbs were waking up after sleeping on them wrong. Even with how many times Ajak has used her abilities on her, it was a sensation she would never get used to. Once Ajak was finished,  Y/N thanked her.  Honestly, the group would have been dead if Arishem hadn't given them Ajak.  

Y/N got up to her knees and faced the black-haired menace she called her best friend. She bit her lip, not finding the words she wanted to say. ‘Thank you…I love you.’ Instead, she hugged him.  Druig buried his face in her neck, inhaling in her smell overwhelmed his senses.  A reminder she was still there.

“You’re still here,” he murmured against her neck, causing chills to run down her spine.

“You would miss me if I was gone. Who would accidentally hurt Ikaris for you." Y/N joked, pulling away to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You don't even know." He responded. Ruffling her hair before helping her up. 

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Thena dodged at Y/N. They were training in a secluded  area of a beach. The girl side stepped out of the way effectively blocking the blonde warrior. Thena tried a right hook and Y/N used her arm to block the hit. That was the fourth time in a row. Which was a major improvement. 

“See I can fight” Y/N giggled as Thena threw another punch at her. 

“You have some things to work on, for your safety.”  Thena responded. She was doing this for Y/N, but Druig had begged her to help. He never asked for anything so she gladly complied. 

Y/N managed to hook her leg over Thena’s. Effectively pulling  her down on the sand. She straddled the warrior with a victory smile. Sounds of claps met her ears from a distance. Looking up it was Makkari cheering her on. Thena used the distraction to flip over and pin Y/N down. She wore the victory smirk now. 

“You cheated” 

“You lost focus.” Thena pulled her up.  

“Did you want me to kill you?” Y/N asked exasperated. 

“No, but let's go again. This time I won't go easy”  

“Easy?” That was outrageous.

 Y/N made the first move this round of sparing. Thena effortlessly dodged the attack knocking Y/N down. She glared up at the women, more determined to win. She got up and tried again only to be knocked on her ass once again. Grains of sand fell into her clothes, and stuck  to her sweat. Her hair was all over the place too she knew she had to have looked crazy. Her chest heaved as she began to catch her breath. 

Thena put an arm out to help her up but dropped her halfway up. The blonde woman smiled down at her. Y/N  heard a laugh this time. She knew that laugh like it was the air she needed to breathe. He must have made his way over with Makkari. Those two were attached at the hip lately. 

“Shut up Dru.”  she called out to her dark haired friend, and bit down on her lip. 

Thena helped Y/N back up and got her to her feet this time. Nodding at the girl to go again. There was a moment of hesitation before she lunged back at her screaming. This time she grazed Thena with her fingers, and escaped the movement the warrior made to grab her. There was at least 7 feet between them now. They both waited for the other to make a move. Thena started to go for Y/N’s right but swerved for the left taking the girl for surprise and once again putting her on the sandy floor. 

Y/N huffed out, defeated and done for the day. She covered her face with her aching arms. This hit was going to bruise. Druig laughed again. 

“Once again, shut up Dru.” He apologized but his tone was joking. She knew he was too amused to mean it.  

“You are doing well. In another week you will be able to defend yourself flawlessly.” She pulled Y/N back up to her feet. Signing to Makkari to join her in the city. 

Druig was distracted by the sweat glinting off Y/N’s body as she made her way to sit next to him. She dug her bare feet into the warm sand resting her head on her knees. He rubbed her back watching the ocean's waves roll on to the shore. 

“You are improving sunshine.” She grunted at his words. 

‘Lies’ she thought leaning in to him. Her body hurt all over. 

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Y/N ran through the crowded town square knocking into some people. She ignored the glares thrown her way, too focussed on finding her friend. She wanted to show him something exciting. He was going to love it. It thrilled her to know she was going to see that soft smile of his.  

“Druig!” Y/N yelled when his head of hair came into view.  As soon as he heard her voice, he dropped what was in his hands, looking for her.  A small smile fought its way onto his face as she ran towards him. She quickly closed the remaining distance between them before he could even step forward.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

"Yes, my sunshine?" His smile widened as he watched her bounce on the balls of her feet. Obviously excited about something. 

"Come with me. I want to show you something." Y/N grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. She whisked him off toward the forest. He didn't have the opportunity to say no. Not that he would have denied her anything. He would have walked across hot coals if she so much as asked.

They came to a halt in the middle of a clearing of varying purple colored flowers. Y/N stood, so she was right in front of him, stealing his attention. He used their joined hands to pull her closer. A sparkle crossed his eyes as he rested his forehead against hers. He glanced down at her soft lips. Their lips were a breath away from what they both wanted, but they were too stubborn to do anything. 

"Ok, close your eyes, no peeking." she bit down on the inside of her cheek, untangled their fingers, and took a step back. Druig frowned. And reached out to her. She shook her head.  

"I swear, Y/N,  if this is a trick. I will not talk to you ever again." That was a lie. Even if it wasn't, she would wear him down. She knew all the right buttons to push to get his attention. A soft musical laugh escaped her before she responded. He yearned to bottle that sound up for a cloudy day. 

"Dru, it's not. Now place your hands over your eyes, and no using your powers." He poked her in the side, straightening up before complying with her demands. It earned him another laugh. 

Druig could sense her tongue sticking out. Y/N had always done that when she was concentrating. He knew her better than he knew himself. He paid attention to every detail for centuries and stored them in his memory. Druig could read her like an open book. Sometimes he wondered if she knew all her little quirks. How she tousled her hair when she was stressed or when her nose twitched when she wanted to yell.

After a couple minutes, Druig's hands were tugged away from his face. He kept his eyes closed, waiting for her to be truly ready. Afraid to ruin her surprise. Y/N once again laced their fingers together. Druig squeezed her palms, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin.  He could stay like this forever, just the two of them. Although, he would prefer to actually see her. 

"Open." It felt like an eternity before he did as she asked. 

The scene in front of him was ethereal. Thousands of gold butterflies fluttered around them. Y/N watched as Druigs sapphire blue eyes followed the movements of her creations. There was a lone black one that flew past his face. It looked more like a moth than a butterfly. It landed on a rock before vanishing. 

Druig’s whole body was relaxed for the first time in a while. He stared at the spectacle in front of him in utter disbelief. With an extended finger, he coaxed a butterfly to land on it. It spread its wings out as he pulled it up closer to examine. There were delicate patterns on the wings. They looked like any regular butterfly, just dipped in liquid gold. 

Druig set the thing on Y/Ns nose and dragged the finger past her lips pulling at her bottom lip and rested on her chin. Her nose scrunched up as the insect walked across her cheek. An affectionate smile took over his face, and his eyes dilated. His finger lingered on her chin a second longer, watching as the butterfly disappeared.  

She had butterflies; anytime he touched her or simply looked her way. With that look, he reserved for her alone. It was softer than he ever looked at Makkari. Butterflies were there at the thought of him.

"How is this possible? You can usually only create one thing at a time."  Druig pulled them both down. He sat on the cold ground and her on his lap. He snaked an arm around her waist, holding her close. He rested his chin on her soft hair, keeping his gaze on the moment playing out before him. 

"I'm not sure I was playing around, and bam. Butterflies." Y/N paused, making an exploding gesture with her hands. She looked like a kid on their birthday, giddy.

“Not the most frightening thing. But hey, I did it."

"This is wonderful. My beautiful, beautiful sunshine." Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, watching the glittering butterflies disappear with the sunset. Druig played with her hair absentmindedly, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

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Y/N stood in the forest with everyone listening to Ajak lecture Druig about controlling the humans. Thena began to twitch and mumble inaudible things next to her. Y/N truly thought it was another insult toward Druig, but she couldn't hear anything as Phastos began yelling. Thena  started to speak a little louder this time. 

“Thena?” Sersi said, turning to us looking concerned. “Are you ok?” 

“Everyone is going to die” Thenas eyes went a foggy white, and she summoned a polearm ready to attack. 

“Sersi!” Y/N cried out trying to get in front of her before Thena could attack. Makkari reacted instantly before the rest of the group knew what was happening, and pulled Sersi out of the warrior's way. Druig focused on Y/N’s cries. 

Chaos broke out instantly. The golden weapon managed to hit Phastos. Y/N tried to summon something but there was no light available to pull from. The darkness moved slightly casting shadowy lines on the ground, but she couldn't gain control of them.  Druig yanked her out of the way as Makkari took off with Thena.  

Before Druig could even try to stop her, she went running after them.She ran as fast as she could trying to have half the speed Makkari had. He called out to stop her, but she was too far gone, trying to protect those she cared about.  

Makkari was hurt on the forest floor. Thena waved her weapon around frantically, nicking the girl in front of her. Drawing blood. Y/N let out a hiss. Was it dumb to run after someone when she can't fight? Absolutely, but she wanted to protect her family.  Thena was about to make a fatal blow, but Ajak stopped it with her hand. She showed no emotion as she stared the warrior down.  It was chilling.

 Y/N used the distractions as her opportunity to get to her friend who was laying still. She put pressure on Makkari’s wound to slow the blood loss.Throwing her whole weight on it, which caused the girl under her to flinch. 

“It's ok. We will fix this.”  Y/N spoke, trying to keep calm while waiting for Ajak to come. Hoping Makkari would understand her. 

Druig knelt next to her putting his hands on top of A/N’s. A worried look flashing through him as he caught sight of the cut on her arm. Ajak was over in no time working on healing them. Gilgamesh stood by looking absolutely guilty for what he had done to Thena. 

Druig pulled Y/N to a river washing her hands in the cool water. It was slowly grounding the girl back to reality. He murmured gentle affirmations to her as he scrubbed at her skin. 

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Once again, Druig and Ajak were arguing about the humans. They were all in the confines of a pyramid now. Ikaris involved himself always acting as if he was the one incharge. He threatened Druig. They frequently fought about something stupid and made empty threats. Normally Y/N would defend him. But she was overwhelmed with the dry blood that remained under her nails and Thena laying in front of her. Y/N had found it easy to tune them out through the centuries, turning them into background noise. Her second favorite person was hurting, and she couldn't fix it. This wasn't fair, she thought. Ajak couldn't even truly fix it. Her powers had limits, just like the rest of the group.

Intense words continued to be traded amongst the group. A malicious tone was hidden behind every spoken thought.  Ajak stayed calm; she was the only one with a level head. Y/N stood stark still in a corner, keeping quiet. She tried to become one with the wall behind her. Her eyes were glued to the colorful walls, begging internally for them to calm down and stop. 

Eventually,  a stark silence took over the room. Cries of the innocent outside seemed to disappear through the walls. Y/N glanced up,  examining the small space. Druig was rushing out. No one moved from their place to stop him. They just watched. 

Y/N began to hyperventilate; the air was thinning out. Dru wasn't going to say goodbye? Was our friendship a lie? Did he only put up with me for entertainment?  Poisonous thoughts raced through her head. Her feet had their own mind and made her take off after him.

"Druig!" Y/N Shouted, bolting down the stairs. She wanted to beg him to stop… to come back and say it was all a sick joke. She yearned for him to tell her he would never leave her behind. 

‘Stay with me, please.’ She begged him subconsciously.  Her thoughts were so loud that she was half convinced he could hear them when he flinched. Y/N knew it was selfish, but she needed him

A choked sob escaped her as her feet hit the flat ground. It felt as if her heart was making its way to her throat. The thing beat rapidly against her ribs like a stampede of gazelles being chased as prey. It was almost painful.

"Dru, please." He didn't respond, only walked at a faster pace. Y/N yelled out again. One last desperate attempt to get his attention. 

This time, he stopped surrounded by the people under his control. Y/N blinked back the tears, threatening to fall. She placed a hand over her mouth, smothering a sob. Druig’s hands clenched into tight fists. He watched the people in front of him, all unmoving not even a blink. 

 "Please- Please don't leave me."  Y/N’s voice cracked. Deep inside her soul, she knew this was goodbye. He turned to face her, eyes dilated. Instead of sapphire blue, she was met with black pools of obsidian. She stepped forward. The people were already on the defense with her movements towards the Eternal. Druig stopped them immediately she was no threat, and no harm would come to her at his hand. 

"My beautiful, beautiful sunshine. I have to go. Arishems plan is not for me.” Druig cautiously wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. He never wanted to be the reason for those tears, but this was what was best for her. She would regret leaving with him, and he couldn't ask her to leave the people she loved so much. Y/N closed her eyes. Tipping her head up to the starry sky, she let out a depleted laugh. 

“You are going to do wonderful things." He mumbled. Before he could stop it, he pulled her in for a hug. Druig held on tighter than usual. She wrapped herself around his frame, taking in the comfort of his hold. He buried his face in her neck. They fit together perfectly. As if they were sculpted for each other. They were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be lost. He pulled away slowly and tucked loose strands of Y/N's hair behind her ears. Then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose before resting his forehead against hers.

"Please." she choked on her tears, reaching out to cup his face. She held on to him like one would hold an injured bird. Druigs eyes flashed through emotions before going blank.  Oh how he wanted to be selfish, but he couldn't ask her to leave. He wiped away another tear, yearning to stop her pain. Their lips were mere inches apart. He could take the one thing he's wanted since he met her on that ship.  But he couldn't do that to her. He was a selfish man, just not when it came to her. 

"You need them, and they need you." He took a step back and locked his jaw. It took everything in his soul to not reach out and grab her. He forced himself to walk away. 

"No." She whispered as she watched him retreat through the flaming city. Her heart shattered with each step he took with his new followers. A darkness began to fill in the cracks.

"I-I need you." she whispered to the air once he was gone.