you spent eternity convincing yourself that you didn’t like druig at all, but there’s a fine line between love and hate
enemies(ish) to lovers, eternals spoilers, slow burn, some angst, fluff, implied reference to smut, some characters die, fake out death scene
5k words
so i had a request about druig flirting and saying did you miss me and yes! that’s in there. but i went overboard !! flashbacks are in italics :)
Living throughout time, seeing people born and seeing people die. Living throughout moments in history that would become iconic and studied, throughout thousands of years, was never boring or tiring for you.
For most of the other Eternals, from what you had heard, they had become bored at some point. Disillusioned with living eternally, more interested in returning to Olympia. It wasn’t as though you had no desire to return home, nor did you not believe that mankind had not made many amazing advancements that meant that they were capable of living without all of you.
However, you loved everything that you had come to know. You loved the people of Earth, you loved the history that you had seen and partially contributed to. The idea of leaving this planet you had spent so long on hurt you more than it should.
Despite your love for Earth, you would give it all up to see former members of the team again. The people you considered family that had decided to grow distant. Sersi stayed in contact, and Kingo was never hard to find. But the others… God, you missed them all so dearly.
Specifically, you missed Druig. Back when you were all together you never believed there would come a day when you would say that. He was annoying and insufferable to you, constantly bickering back and forth during missions. You remembered it all so clearly, and occasionally your mind would wander back.
“What the Hell are you doing, Druig?” You asked, popping up behind him as you watched his glowing eyes return to normal. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, clearly assuming that he was the only person awake.
“I…” He trailed off, releasing the random person he had a hold on, who ran away in confusion. “He was crying.” He answered, glancing down at his hands.
“So… were you trying to figure out why or something?” You asked, sitting beside him on the ledge he was sitting on.
“No. I was trying to make him stop crying.” He looked embarrassed, and if you were a little wiser you would have been able to pick up on why. “Shouldn’t you know this? You’re literally telepathic.”
“I can’t read other Eternals' minds, you know that.” You said, poking his head. “Specifically your thick skull.”
“Very funny.” He said, though you noticed no amusement in his voice. It was so infuriating talking to Druig, he couldn’t even pretend to be interested in something that you had to say. It wasn’t that you needed his approval or something, but it would have been nice to receive some sort of response from him.
“Why are you still awake?” You asked, trying to diffuse the quiet and nearly tense situation as you looked over at him.
“Why are you?” He retorted, turning his head to meet your eyes. “You said you were exhausted earlier.”
“I am… I just can’t sleep. I never sleep the night before we go on another mission.” You answered, surprised by your own honesty; though, if anyone asked you would just claim that it was sleep deprivation and that you would never have answered Druig’s question had you not been so tired.
“You need to sleep, your mind is your most valuable asset.” He said, surprising you with how genuine he was being. “Not that you aren’t a good fighter, but your superpower literally is-“
“I know what you meant, I really want to sleep, I just can’t.” You answered, staring at the still and quiet town below the two of you. Most civilians were tucked away in bed, it wasn’t as if there was much that they could do this last in early 1000’s Europe.
He was quiet, enjoying the crisp night air. Druig was truthfully only awake because your pacing had kept him up, but he knew it would make you feel bad if he said that so he kept it to himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the rustling that woke him, or worry that something was genuinely wrong, but he couldn’t sleep because of you.
“Druig?” His attention turned back to you, taking in the timid look on your face. “Could you… could you make me sleep?”
“I’m not sure if it can work on another Eternal, but I can try.” He said, walking back to camp with you and letting you get comfortable laying down before his eyes illuminated again.
Within a little under a minute you were fast asleep, leaving Druig to return to his sleeping area and finally get some sleep. You’d never forget the looks from the others when they noticed both of your eyes glowing for a second when you were woken up.
It was easy to think back on the good times, it was something that often controlled many of your thoughts. Thousands of years spent with Druig, and you had so few truly happy memories with him that the ones you had were on your brain more than you would have liked them to be.
There was no real dislike you felt for him, he was just as much of a loved one to you as anyone else in the Eternals. But that didn’t change the fact that you often disagreed. Druig was brash and often mean, he came off as an abrasive jerk half of the time you were with him and that made you want to spend less time getting to know him than you spent on the others.
But that didn’t mean you didn’t care about him, and that didn’t mean that there was no room for love in your heart for Druig. You did love him, you loved him just as much as you loved all of the Eternals. Or, that’s what you believed.
But when Sersi showed up at your doorstep, Sprite and Ikaris behind her, you wished that Druig had been there as well. Finding out that Ajak was dead was a shock, but knowing that you were going to find the rest of your family changed that.
You wanted to find them, but most importantly, you wanted to find Druig. You tried to push it aside, and pretend that you weren’t actually thinking these things and that they were simply thoughts that you disagreed with and didn’t want. Deep down you knew the truth, as much as you tried to deny it.
It was pretty early in the morning when you ran into Sersi — Quite literally.
“Oh?! Sersi, are you alright?!” You immediately kneeled down, helping her back up to her feet as you inspected her for any sort of injuries that the fall may have caused.
“Yes, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.” She said, kindly. Her tone and smile were more than enough to calm you down as you sighed, looking at her. “What had you so distracted, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I was just thinking, I guess.” You said, looking down. You had made her fall, so you supposed you owed her the full truth. “I was thinking about a few years ago, how I could hardly get myself to sleep but when Druig put me to sleep it was the best rest that I ever had.” You commented, walking with Sersi as you took in the sights and sounds of your new, temporary, home.
“Well, his powers are strong.” She said, not really understanding what you were getting at. “Unless it was something else?”
“I don’t think it was his powers, I-“ You cut yourself off, glancing back at where everyone else was patiently waiting for Gilgamesh to finish cooking. “I think it had something to do with him, which makes no sense because I don’t even like talking to him.”
Sersi smiled, understanding lighting up her face. “It’s probably just because you trust all of us, and being supported by one of us makes you feel safe.” As true as that was, Sersi believed it had more to do with your connection to Druig than him being an Eternal. At the end of the day, you and Druig were two sides of the same coin. You read minds, and he controlled them. Your powers put together could be unstoppable, but, unfortunately, the two of you refused to cooperate like grown adults.
Regardless, you nodded and agreed, heading back to where everyone was once food started making its way to the table.
It was reminiscent of this moment, sitting beside Kingo as you looked at all of the people you considered family, accepting your food.
“I’m almost jealous of Thena, being served this amazing food every day.” You said, digging into it almost immediately.
“You look like you haven’t had a decent meal in months.” Thena commented, watching as you almost rabidly ate your food.
“Yeah, do you think someone’s gonna take it?” Kingo added on, laughing when you rolled your eyes.
“I’ve been living alone for a while, the last time I had something I didn’t cook myself or order from a fast food place was like… 8 months ago.”
“Well why didn’t you just go out and eat?” Sprite asked, to which Sersi answered.
“Our dear friend here believes that it’s indecent to eat at restaurants alone.”
“Now that’s just not true.” Ikaris chimed in, “I eat at cafes alone all the time.”
“Well that’s different, Ikaris. A cafe is casual, this is higher quality than many restaurants, and good restaurants require reservations. You can’t call for a party of one.”
Everyone seemed to contemplate what you said, before Gilgamesh finally agreed.
“At least we’re all together now.” Thena said, a smile on her face as she looked at everyone.
“Not all of us.” You said, glancing down at your food. You still couldn’t seem to get your mind off of Druig, no matter how badly you wanted to think about anything else.
Sersi excused herself, and Ikaris followed rather soon after. But that didn’t stop the rest of you from catching up on what you had been doing since you had last seen each other.
The gentle moment didn't last long, however, because once Sersi returned it was as if your entire world crashed down around you. In a sense, it did. And in a more literal sense, it would if you didn’t do anything to stop it.
When she mentioned Druig you couldn’t help your excitement as all of you got into the jet, wasting no time in getting to him. But as you sat aboard the jet, the only thing on your mind was the last time you had ever seen Druig.
The entire team's morale was down, in a moment that should have been a triumph. A moment when all of the deviants were destroyed, and everyone should have been happy and celebrating. But nobody was, because Thena was suffering. And losing her to something she had no control over was too much to handle.
Your hand was within Thena’s as you sat beside her, despite everyone’s warnings to stay away from her because she could go under the effect of the sickness again. But you trusted Thena, and you trusted that she wouldn’t do that.
Druig was the first to disagree with Ajak, and despite your common disagreements with him, he was right.
“Druig is right.” You said, everyone turning their attention to you. “I love you, Ajak. But even in the history of this planet, people blindly following orders has gotten people killed. Why should we blindly follow what we’re told? Do we really have free will if we can only follow one path, and one set of ideas, even if we disagree with it?” You questioned, Druig nodding appreciatively at you for standing with him.
“We were instructed not to intervene.” She answered, “I was instructed not to intervene.”
You glanced down for a moment, meeting her eyes again. “Maybe your instructor was wrong.”
Druig seemed to reach a breaking point as he continued what he was doing before, his eyes glowing gold as the people below you all fell under his control.
You were defensive when Ikaris went after Druig, but what he said truly shocked you. “How could you say you want to kill your own friend?”
His shocked expression turned back to you. “I didn’t say that.”
“I heard you.”
“I… I thought-“
Ajak cut you both off, realization on everyone’s face when they connected what happened. For the first time, you read the mind of another Eternal.
Druig was out of the building the moment he had the opening, but you could hear his thoughts. He seemed afraid, but relieved to no longer have to follow Ajak unquestionably. He was thinking about you, about how you had gotten into Ikaris’ brain - he wondered if you could hear his thoughts.
It went silent after that, you couldn’t hear anyone else’s thoughts in the room. Only your own.
You were all free to go, to be on your own and make your own decisions. To say that didn't terrify you would be a lie, but you wanted to try. You wanted to have some sort of life on this planet that would be your home for a while.
But it would feel empty, knowing that your family would be out there - without you.
The plane landed and you were looking everywhere and anywhere for Druig, before you heard him again. You didn’t know if he knew you could hear his thoughts, and truthfully you weren’t sure why you could. But it wore off after a moment, you were right back to where you were before. Just searching for him.
After a few moments, he came out and brought you all into a room where Sersi explained to him what was going on.
“You’re okay with all of this?” He asked, finally turning his attention to you. “You’re the only one that hasn’t said anything, you’ve just been staring at me.”
“You have been staring at him a lot, no offense.” Kingo’s valet added in, your body freezing as everyone finally turned their attention to you.
“What? Did you miss me?” He asked, walking closer to where you were sitting.
“I missed everyone.” You covered, though he seemed to be able to tell that you weren’t saying the whole truth. You did specifically miss him, but you were not about to admit that.
Regardless, he wasn’t interested in the plan, and when he explained why it wasn’t as if you could blame him. While everyone else dispersed to let him decide - you followed after Druig, determined to talk to him.
Looking didn't take that long, the second you stepped into a secluded part of the village you felt someone lingering behind you. You didn’t expect to feel a hand on your waist, turning you around as your eyes found Druig’s.
“Did you miss me?” The same question, but his voice was lower and clearly flirtatious. He knew you missed him, and he wasn’t surprised when he felt your arms wrap around him.
“Yes, and I don’t know why.” You answered, completely truthfully as you held into him. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Oh, are you in love with me?”
“What?! No, I don’t think so. I don’t know, I don’t really have experience with that. That’s not the point.” You stumbled through your sentence, sighing as the smile covering his face when he realized he got you flustered. “I can hear your thoughts.”
“What?” His face fell, and that deer in the headlights expression covered his face again - just like it had that night in Europe.
“Not right now, but I could hear you when we first got here. And the last time I saw you, the night Ikaris thought about wanting to kill you.” Druig sat down against a tree, motioning for you to do the same as you sat down beside him.
“Do you know why?”
“No idea.” You answered, studying your hands before looking back at him. “Look, I know a lot is going on right now and you might not want to fight. I’m not going to tell you to, you deserve to make that choice on your own. But if we lose, we die, and I would feel a lot better about it with you by my side.”
Druig was quiet, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I always thought you hated me.”
“Sometimes I hated talking to you because you can be kind of an asshole.” He seemed to agree with that, “But I could never hate you, Druig. I do love you, you know.”
His bright eyes found yours, and for a second you started to hear him thinking before a crash sounded throughout the village. You both jumped to your feet, heading toward the direction of the noise that you had heard.
“Where are they?”
You focused your mind, listening to the thought around you before you pointed. “Headed toward the river, there’s deviants here.”
The both of you started running, cursing yourself for walking so far away from camp. Once you found the civilians, Druig brought them under his control and had them grab weapons.
“This seems like a good plan.” You said, believing that having more fighters would be good. But seeing them fight, and seeing them die, your hands found Druig’s as you brought his attention to you. “They’re dying you have to-“
You were both cut off as Sersi dropped a frozen tree on a deviant, finishing your thought and telling Druig to release the people. He was reluctant, but listened regardless and told them all to run to the river.
The rest of the fight seemed to go alright until you all followed Ikaris to where he said Gilgamesh and Thena were. Until you saw Thena kneeling over a body.
This couldn’t be happening, you already lost Ajak.
Your eyes filled with tears as you looked down at them, as you realized that there was nothing you could do. You could hear Gilgamesh’s last, fleeting thought. A thought of Thena, for her to be okay without him even with her sickness.
You all agreed to burn the body, a hero's funeral that couldn’t have been given to Ajak. it hurt, but it only made you all stronger. More willing to fight in his honor, together with the people who mattered the most to you.
It was a solemn trip to where you all knew Phastos was staying, that was for sure. You were silent and alone for most of it until Druig sat beside you, equally as silent.
But one thing did draw your attention to him completely as you felt his hand on top of yours. Your fingers curled up to wrap around his, smiling as his thumb gently caressed the top of your hand. You let your head rest against him as you closed your eyes, finally falling asleep to the rise and fall of his chest.
Nobody bothered to wake you up when you went to get Phastos, it didn’t take more than a few minutes and Druig had fallen asleep as well. Had there been a deviant, it would have been another story, but Ikaris and Sersi decided that it wasn’t worth it to disturb your slumbers.
Though, Kingo had taken plenty of photos of you two practically cuddling on the plane that he was definitely going to be using against you at some point.
When you woke up you were told that it was time, and while you were nervous you knew that this needed to be done. You made your way into the ship, and a big smile covered your face when you saw Makkari. She had a lot to catch up on, but you were so glad to see her again.
After that, though, everything else seemed to be going okay. Phastos had a plan, and everything was going to be okay. You had faith in Druig, faith that he could do this. Phastos was especially grateful to have you both there, and seemingly working in harmony for once, since your powers happen to go hand in hand.
But nothing good can last, and Ikaris just had to go ahead and ruin everything. You stepped forward, the moment you saw Sersi crying. But you weren’t surprised.
“I’ve always known what you were, Ikaris.” You said, his cold expression looking toward you. “That night, that I got a glimpse into your mind. You were going to kill Druig, and you still want to.”
“I don’t want to kill any of you, but I’m willing to.” He answered, glancing toward the door when Makkari came running in. Kingo took the hit directed toward her and stood against Ikaris, lowering his guard when he finally left with Sprite.
Kingo was the next to go, and while you were upset that he didn’t chose to stay and help you were glad that he hadn’t decided to help Ikaris even though he happened to agree with him.
But you were all still faithful, and you still believed that this plan could work. Thena went to talk to Sersi, and you found yourself beside Druig again.
“Do you think I can do this?”
“I think you can, yes. But it all depends on how long Thena can keep Ikaris distracted.”
Druig smiled, something that you had grown to find beautiful. But despite his smile, you were nervous. Nervous that he was going to die, after you had just gotten him back.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing that you were starting to cry. “Is it because of Ikaris?”
“No- it’s… I should have come to find you. I was so alone and I never worked up the courage to come visit and now? Now we could be about to die and I wasted so much time by myself. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone.” You said, letting the tears flow even as you felt Druig pull you against his body.
“I made you think I wanted isolation which… I did for a while. But being here with you I understand what you’re feeling, better than you know.”
The moment was cut short when Phastos said he bracelets were ready, when you all suited up and got ready for battle. But you knew your talk with Druig wasnt over, so long as the both of you survived the this entire ordeal.
You were out with Sersi, Makkari and Druig. Phastos knew that you being with Druig would be beneficial, since your powers both dealt with your powerful minds. You rose up with them, feeling the plan set in motion felt good, it felt like you were about to actually do this and put Tiamut to sleep.
But Ikaris knocked Druig down, and as you saw him blast him with his laser you felt your heart sink down to your stomach. The shout you let out was something between agony and anger, and something that sent Ikaris grabbing his head.
You knew you could read minds, but making him feel your pain physically was a power you hadn’t unlocked. You’d have to look more into that. Regardless, this gave Makkari time to grab him and start effectively beating him.
But your mind was broken on its own, your entire being felt shattered. You had spent so long pretending that you didn’t like Druig, convincing yourself that he was your least favorite person. But the thought of living in a world without him, and never seeing his cute smile again, made you feel empty and lonely. It was unfathomable, it felt like falling into an endless dark chasm that you would never get out of - oh my god… you loved him. You were in love with him, and you weren’t going to be able to tell him.
This needed to get done, you needed to protect Sersi at all costs - Druig’s fate would not be in vein, even if you had to sacrifice yourself for Sersi to ensure it.
“I’m staying with you.” You said, turning to look at Sersi who nodded and brought you with her. You both ventured closer to the erupting volcano. You hoped they would be okay on the beach, because you knew you would feel a lot safer not sending Sersi off on her own without any sort of backup.
The both of you made it rather far before you saw Ajak, but you both knew better. It was obviously Sprite, Ajak would never say something so cold to Sersi. She loved all of you, and it became clear to you that Sprite did not.
You were so distracted by how offensive Sprite’s portrayal of Ajak was to you that you didn’t notice that she was actually behind Sersi, though you wouldn’t have been able to anyway since she had made herself invisible.
Your eyes widened in shock as you dropped to hold onto Sersi, trying to stop the bleeding as you held onto her waist. You grabbed a knife from the side of your attire, standing up with the blade out as you looked at her. You were about one second away from trying to stab her before Druig hit her with a rock.
Wait. Druig?!
“You’re alive?!” You breathed out, helping Sersi up as you took in the sight of his face. A face that for a moment, you believed you may never see again. grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug, breathing in the scent of him that you feared you would never be able to smell again.
You had little time, however, so you pulled back. When he talked to Sersi you let go of him, turning back one last time. “You were right, about what I had to tell you.” You said, before following Sersi toward Tiamut.
You stood beside her as she kneeled and started freezing the ground, you kept watch while trying to get into her mind and see how you could keep her calm. Serenity was key in this, even if it was something that would obviously make her incredibly anxious.
Ikaris approached rather quickly, and you stood in the way of his line of attack though you knew he would kill you both if need be. But he didn’t, he loved Sersi even if he acted as though he was incapable of love.
It was a relief, and as you all became a unimind you knew that you were doing the right thing. You watched Sersi, taking in the power that she had and how she was doing this on her own - saving the world quite literally.
You closed your eyes as Tiamut was frozen, until you were all released from the unimind. The moment your feet touched the ground you had the urge to run toward Druig, the only thing stopping you being Sersi.
“Go to him.” She said, an understanding smile on her face. The same understanding she had all that time ago when you admitted that he helped you sleep.
You took off running back in the direction you came from, barely being careful enough to not slip and fall before you finally found him, crashing into another hug as you realized you were both alive after everything.
He pulled back from the hug only to crash his lips against yours, your body curving into his as he held you close to him. It took thousands of years of bickering and snide remarks, but the kiss felt absolutely magical. It felt like his mouth was made for your own as you took the feeling of him in. The feeling like you were both flying as you pulled back to look into his eyes and catch your breath.
“So you’re in love with me?”
“I am.”
“Good, because I’m in love with you too.” Druig said, a big smile covering his face as you kissed the corner of his mouth before walking back to the beach where you would find everyone else waiting for you all.
It was the lack of Ikaris that caught your attention, and seemed to catch Sprite’s as well. He was dead, from what Sersi said. And despite how much you had grown to hate him, losing another member of your little family hurt. Losing Sprite, however, didn’t hurt too much. You believed she deserved her choice, just as Thena did when she decided she didn’t want her mind erased. If the only way for her to be happy was becoming human, you would be happy for her.
You all left the beach, ending up going back with Phastos while you waited until you felt ready to go back to being separated from the remaining members of your group of Eternals. You spent a majority of the next two weeks exploring the new nature of your relationship with Druig before you both had to tend to your responsibilities. These explorations included, but we’re not limited to, exploring each other’s minds, emotions, a little bit of exploring each other's thoughts, and a moderate amount of exploring each other’s bodies. Just the good stuff, basically.
But, everything must come to an end and you went your separate ways. Yourself, Druig, Makkari and Thena all decided to stay on the ship and try to find the remaining Eternals. With the promise to stay in contact with Sersi, Kingo and Phastos, you felt hopeful about your new future.
Seven thousand years spent on Earth, avoiding your true feelings toward Druig and decidedly living in self isolation may have been wasted. But as you laid beside him on your ship, cuddled into his body as you both drifted off to sleep, you knew you would never waste another moment.
Summary: You come to Druig with a question. He’s curious. You guys find some answers. Not the ones you intended though.
NSFW!! smut okayyy
‘Oh fuck, Druig’
‘Druigggg’
“Druig!”
He hears your voice calling out to him breathily in his dream, and then clearer in reality.
He groans, lifting only his upper body from the bed in a stretch; and he has to hide his smile when he catches your eyes lingering on his shirtless form.
Even if he had caught you ogling a bit, you still had the upper hand. He was the one half hard just from fucking dreaming about your voice.
“Y/N, what could of possibly made it necessary for you to wake me up this early?” He drawls, glancing out his bedroom window and noticing the sky was still dark. “Or is it late?” He questions, eyes studying your face.
It was dim in his room, a candle lit on his nightstand. You must have lit it before you woke him. He felt drunk on the sight of you. You looked stunning in the candlelight. Your hair was a bit messy, and you were clad in nothing but a short silk night gown. Which surprised him, because you didn’t afford yourself many luxuries. Though you deserved them.
Now, despite how tired he was; he was intrigued.
What had brought you to his room, clearly straight from your own slumber.
“I needed to ask you something” your quiet voice answers, eyes meeting his. The two of you hold eye contact as he sits up against the pillows, your eyes drifting downwards for a moment when the sheet falls to gather around his waist.
When you break eye contact he takes the chance to study your frame as well, and fuck, he could do it all day. If perfection took form, it’d be you he thinks.
The way your pretty fingers reached to grab the strap of your night gown when it slipped down your smooth arm.
The air catches in his throat as his gaze travels down the nape of your neck. And his semi hard cock twitches against the sheets when he sees the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with each breathe you took. Nipples hard, pressed tightly against the thin fabric.
He closes his eyes and clears his throat before opening them again. This time to look at your face.
Your arms were now crossed over your body and fear ran through Druig, certain that you’d caught him.
Instead you give him a small smile, brushing your hands over your forearms.
“Why do you keep it so cold in here, Druig?” You ask with a fake pout and he can’t help but to sigh in relief.
“Do you want to get under the covers?” He offers, and you jump at the invitation.
Obviously after 7,000 years of companionship the two of you, and all of you, were extremely close. But why had you come to see him tonight? Why were you so eager to join him, literally in bed?
“I had a bad night, I was waiting for you to invite me for a cuddle” you giggle, making yourself comfortable beside him.
Druig grins as he looks at you, both of you now propped on your sides to face each other. He feels a twinge of guilt for his filthy thoughts, you just wanted to spend quality time with a good friend.
“So, tell me about your night? What was so bad love?” He asks and the nickname catches you off-guard. You body heats up, and not just from being under the blanket now.
“I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep. I felt restless. And you…you always make me feel calm; at peace” you shrug and Druig is stunned into momentary silence at your sweet confession.
You are my peace. He wants to say back.
“I’m glad you came…” he trails off, hand reaching to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. He lets his fingers graze over your cheeks, and the skin there feels like he lit a fire under his touch.
“Druig...” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, just like his dream.
“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. Will you let me have you?” He asks in a voice so heavy with want it sends a red hot pleasure straight to your core.
“Take me, I’m yours” you hum. And then he’s kissing you.
His lips press against yours gently at first, the first taste of him is intoxicating.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. His hands gripping your waist as he does the same.
Druig feels his blood boil when you moan against his mouth as your bodies meet. The feeling of you clinging to him, and the soft, sweet touch of your lips on his…it was almost overwhelming.
But in the same instant he wants more.
He pushes you down, so you’re flat on on his bed. His blue eyes raking down your squirming form. You looked flawless splayed out on his mattress. And a feeling of unease washes over him.
“Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” He asks. His voice steady, but expression saying everything.
“Druig, you’re all I’ve ever wanted…” you admit, He’s back on you in seconds, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat.
You let your hands tangle in his dark hair as he nips at the peaks of your breasts. He takes one in his hand, kneading. Mouth still leaving playful bites across your skin. He pulls down the top of your night gown, and you shimmy the rest of the way out of it.
“You’re perfect…” he pulls away to admire you for moment and before you can thank him, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. His fingers coming up to tweak the other one.
“I love your tits” he growls, switching and giving the other breast the same attention with his tongue.
If Druig’s cock wasn’t fully hard before, it was now.
His fingers dance down your front, tracing over your hips.
Then lower;
Your eyes flutter shut when his knuckle brushes over your sensitive clit. A soft sigh leaving your lips.
He rubs up and and down your thighs. Tongue leaving a wet trail down down your abdomen until he’s face to face with your dripping pussy.
“All this for me, Y/N?” He asks with a smirk, but inside he felt incredulous.
He runs a finger down your folds till he finds your entrance. He looks up you through his lashes for permission.
“Yes, Druig” you beg, sitting up on your elbows. You were panting already and he had barely touched you.
You can feel his slender fingers begin to push into you tentatively and your mouth parts into a small ‘o’ as you watch him.
“So wet, I wanna taste it” he whispers against your mound before he’s lapping at your clit like it’s his job. You fall back into the bed, back arching as he works your pussy.
He’s messy and attentive, paying attention to the things that made you moan the loudest. His fingers speed up inside you, and his mouth focuses on your clit.
Your legs tighten around his head as your orgasm approaches, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked with your juices. He grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders before he starts licking you again.
Your whimpers echoed through his otherwise quiet room as he devoured you. His fingers return to your pussy, curling them upwards each time they pushed into you.
“Dru… I’m gonna cum!” You warm and he hums against you before sucking on your clit.
Your toes curl as the pleasure crests in your belly, body shaking in ecstasy.
And he licks you clean as you come down, savoring the taste of you.
“Please, Druig; I want to feel all of you” you tell him when he comes up to kiss you. He presses his forehead to yours with a nod.
“I’d do anything you ask Y/N” he says, kicking off his sleep shorts.
He lines up with your entrance, and you both hold you both hold your breath.
He pushes in, just the tip and the moans are already spilling out of you. Druig feels his dick get impossibly harder at the sound of you. He pulls back out, slapping his cock against your clit and then slipping just the head back inside of you.
Your body shudders in pleasure at his actions.
Enough teasing he thinks, he feels like he could explode just looking at you.
He eases in, pressing himself fully into you and your legs wrap around his waist.
“So fucking deep…” you murmur, eyes rolling back at the feel of his thick cock inside of you. Druig’s brow is damp with sweat as he concentrates on fucking you.
He watches you below him, face contorted in pure rapture. Because of him. He thrusts even harder at the thought. You wanted him.
Druig sets an unsparing pace, fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Fuck, he’d be fine if it was.
Your moans turn to screams as he rams into you over and over. You feel your second climax creeping up and your pussy clenches around him.
His hips stutter, fist slamming into the mattress at the sensation.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up” he warns and you pull his head down to your mouth so can whisper in his ear.
“So don’t, cum inside me Druig…”
And fuck he wishes it wasn’t over so soon, but as soon as he hears your filthy suggestion his orgasm is ripping through him. His load paints your walls; triggering your own release.
“Wait! I never asked you my question!”
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ahhhh my first Eternals imagine, clearly unedited lol but I’m just so excited! I loved The Eternals so much, I feel so inspired lmao. Send requests and lmk what you guys thought of the movie! Sending love ❤️
these are ALL things that many people in texas have been actively fighting against for almost a full year. there's been a campout in front of atx city hall since late spring in protest of the homeless camp criminalization. the "punishing cities who cut police budgets" is specifically directed at austin which voted to cut police funding by 1/3rd following last year's protests against police brutality. teachers have been outspoken against the education bills, reproductive rights advocates have been talking about the bill against abortion for months now.
for almost a year there have been political protests, movements (eg, stop the sweeps), social media coverage including people warning each other of when police are in certain areas, mutual aid and political organizations (such as little petal alliance), etc etc of ALL these things. there are currently protesters that are in jail or were bailed out of jail by their communities.
don't frame this as "the state just sprung all these on us, wow nobody cared or talked about it" because they didn't spring it up on people, and people were talking and acting. it wasn't hidden either--there is news articles of these things, social media coverage, all of it.
Kol and his family going through your social media so they can check on/creep on you would include…
Arguing them over what the difference is between Snapchat and instagram.
Lots of shouting and re-explaining what the significance of a story is. “No, no, no. The story here will not last as long as the one on…here!” - Kol sighed heavily at Klaus.
“Just show us which one she uses most.” - Elijah demanded.
“She uses both, that’s why I’m talking about both!” - Kol barks
They learn a lot more things about you than you’ve told them, including how often you get in trouble for being human
They had no idea you were such a party girl because in the physical, you’re very shy and don’t talk much
Klaus learns through your graduation post that you’re a dropout art student, who decided to go for history instead. He figures he could have helped with both if he had known you earlier.
Elijah didn’t know you could play the cello until he saw the really old post you had of you playing it as a ten year old versus you playing it now at a twenty-something year old
You liked going to gay bars more than regular ones because they had better drinks and music
You’ve been to a lot of festivals, but you only take pictures of you laying on the ground, eating or dancing like an idiot
They’re pleasantly surprised to find out you take pride in your bong collection
There’s quite a few saved stories in which the Mikaelsons are shown inconspicuously being filmed.
One is of Klaus with the dog filter on him.
Another is of the time that you made Kol paint your toes because you didn’t want to sit up and do it yourself.
A third is of Elijah walking with you down Bourbon, when you faked like you were going to push him in a fountain.
The fourth is Rebekah and Freya fighting about something you had walked in on, and it was making you laugh. “I miss you, Beth!” you quietly chuckled as a shout out to your roommate.
The first video you posted that morning to your Snapchat was of Kol, and you drew little stars and blush strokes on his face.
“I really want her to delete that.” - Kol
“I really want her to print it out for me!” - Rebekah
Klaus was always concerned about how often you went out by yourself. Don’t think it made him feel any better about it when he sees your snaps and saved stories where you hit up cities that weren’t even on the East Coast. New Delhi, Paris, San Francisco, La Paz, and Cairo were the longest ones.
“These all happened last week? If she needed a Summer getaway, all she had to do was ask.” - Klaus said and pretty enviously .
“You do know she’s a history major right? She’d probably be too busy with homework and conferences to go for a romantic walk on an Alsace beach with you.” - Kol scoffed
Elijah just wants to know who is holding your phone while you’re doing a ton of stupid shit, like dancing idiotically to Lana Del Rey in the middle of a gas station while you fill your roommate’s tank with; or hotboxing in the back of a Volvo with a boy he doesn’t know that has pink hair and a bunch of tattoos.
Elijah goes through your instagram because he thinks your photography skills are incredible and that you have an eye for details.
He picks one out which was on the night of their last Mikaelson Ball. You were barefoot, walking down Bourbon Street in your bright orange fringe dress and drinking an entire bottle of Fireball.
He swiped left, and found you and your friends dancing in a dark park with a time stamp of 1 a.m., singing Weezer’s Say It Ain’t So.
“At least, she can dance.” - Kol joked
“I would have given anything to see her do that at the ball itself.” - Elijah admitted
Rebekah likes your bio at the top: “My best quality is getting blood and wine out of furniture.” “She knows how to keep an audience, that’s for certain” - Rebekah admits
Rebekah tells Kol to tap on the newest post to your instagram. You’re in the dressing room of a store in Los Vegas with your good guy friend, who’s holding your phone. You’re wearing a long electric blue wig, wearing more makeup than the Mikaelsons had ever seen you wear. You keep posing and looking over your shoulder, the guy holding your phone laughing his ass off because you can’t figure out how to stand.
You exclaim, “I can’t even fucking— Now how the fuck do I—” Your friend zooms in on your shocked, disenchanted face. “I have it on good authority I can’t get out of this ever again.”
This post inevitably skips to you being cut out of this designer dress in an extremely messy hotel crowded by your teasing friends.
The very last story on Instagram of yours is seconds old, where you’re sitting on your couch with your laptop, watching the Sopranos. A sniffling emoji is tucked in the corner of the scene emotes that you could possibly be sick.
“Where are you going?” - Elijah asked Klaus as he got up
“Cognac is good for a sore throat, isn’t it?” - Klaus thought about going over there
“She’s going to know you watched her story.” - Kol sighed
“And who’s fault is that?” - Rebekah remarked
prayers are great but here are organisations you can support and donate to after the explosion in beirut, lebanon. as of right now august 4th 2020, 54 bodies have been recovered and thousands are injured, and entire neighbourhoods including hospitals have been destroyed. we’re already in an economic crisis and famine on top of covid and our government, as usual, has done and is doing nothing to help us, much less the refugees. we still don’t know what or who set off the explosion. we have 1.5 million syrian refugees and 300k palestinian refugees who also need help.
- save the children lebanon
- muslim aid lebanon
- bassma: donations go to help families pay for health care, food boxes, clothing, education and tutoring
- anera: donate to syrian and palestinian refugee camps in lebanon
- lebanese food bank
- association najdeh for female palestinian refugees in lebanon
- lebanese red cross
- penny appeal lebanon, help buy food for children and families
- islamic relief usa / islamic relief canada
- basmeh and zeitooneh: learn about the social and economic crisis + donate here
- jusoor syria, refugee education program in lebanon
- help lebanon carrd with a few more ressources + overall petitions
if you know of any dependable and official charities/ngos in lebanon please reblog and i will add them onto this post as well.
edit: there is a post circulating saying that donating to lebanese charities is kind of useless atm bc the value of currency has dropped immensely so. idk i think its still important to donate to these ngos bc they provide long term direct help to ppl (food, shelter, education etc) and not through the government but the post did make valid points and i will try to find other funds as well!
edit 2: nvm lmao! donate your hearts out these are approved ngos who dont go through our shitty ass gov!
If Teen Wolf Crossed Over with The Originals/The Vampire Diaries
just a little headcanon I thought of:
Klaus would find Stiles annoying
“Someone make the idiot stop talking.”
This scares Stiles, which causes him to ramble even more
Derek and Klaus were kinda like “hm” about each other, Klaus and Peter definitely were like “hmmm” about each other
if that makes any sense
Rebekah thinks Stiles is adorable though
“His awkward is kind of cute.”
“It needs to shut up,” -Klaus
Hayley wondering why her eyes don’t glow like Scott’s
“I don’t get it, if you’re their alpha, and your eyes glow, why don’t mind glow? My pack is bigger than yours! And real!”
“Hey, my pack is real!”
“You have a human in your pack, how does that even work?”
Scott and Elijah getting along reallly well
“Why is his jawline crooked though?” - Damon Salvatore about Scott
“JUST BECAUSE IT’S CROOKED DOESN’T MAKE HIM ANY LESS OF A MAN” - Stiles Stilinski
“Why is your first name your last name?” - also Damon Salvatore
“Why does your girlfriend look like your ex girlfriend who is also your brother’s ex girlfriend who is also Klaus’s ex girlfriend who is also Elijah’s ex girlfriend, who looks exactly like another one of both Klaus and Elijah’s ex girlfriend”
“Make it shut up, NOW,” - Klaus
“My head hurts,” - Damon
“He has a point, though,” - Rebekah, amused
“So, she’s like a witch?” Davina about Lydia
“Banshee” - the pack
“So like a seer?” Vincent
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Lydia, predict one of their death’s, please, like, now,” - Stiles
“There is one person we could call.” Damon said reluctantly. Everyone stared at him as he glanced at Stefan. “She’s probably the only person who’d be able to control Klaus.”
“Who in the world could control Klaus?” Bonnie muttered in confusion.
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