Hello all! This is my first post for Tumblr for Druig, I have plenty more ideas but this sweet fluffy moment is just the beginning... Enjoy my beautiful, beautiful people...
Druig woke with a violent tremble, the echo of the piercing scream still ringing around his skull. His eyes searched around the room, seeing it still empty and quite, rain pattering softly against the glass walls opposite his bed. He was still not accustomed to living in such a large building, luxury, a whole floor to himself with basically all his walls being glass, able to see into the clouds far above the city below. Sometimes he wished he was still in his part of the Amazon. Running a hand harshly across his face, he dropped his head back to his pillow, unnerved by the scream that had woken him.
“Must have been a memory…” He comforted himself, closing his eyes moments before another strangled scream echoed through his head. Druig jolted out of his bed, knowing that scream. Y/n, her screams familiar to him by now. Her nightmares were more frequent than his own, but he had never heard it in his mind before now. The elevator to her own floor felt like a lifetime, him shaking with a few beads of sweat on his forehead. What if it wasn’t a nightmare? What if someone had made it past their security and made it into their building? The elevator door dinged and Druig scrambled out into Y/n’s room, as lightning flashed outside her windows.
“Gods,” he thought, “she keeps it fucking cold in here” as his bare chest erupted in goosebumps. His eyes searched, everything was in the right place, the room was safe… But y/n, you were not. You writhed on your bed, eyes squeezed painfully shut in a deep and terrifying slumber, whimpers and scared moans peeping between your lips as you tried to wake from your dreams.
Druig, so emotionless and cold to most of his fellow Eternals, felt his heart ache as he saw you in such agony. He approaches your bed, beginning to softly shush you as he gets his hands around your shoulders and holds you still. Your cries are piercing his mind, he can hear your terror deep inside himself. His eyes glow soft gold and he whispers “wake up” desperately, unsure if his powers could penetrate your mind.
Your eyes open and you gasp, your lungs burning as you scream into the room around you.
It takes a few moments before you recognize Druig, his blue eyes and hair ruffled from sleep. Creases from his pillow remain on his cheek and his warmth soaks into you from his hands holding you steady. One breath, two breath, three… a sob scrapes out from your throat, strangled and mad, and your tears won’t stop now. Druig… the Eternal who is so individual, who has no need for another person. Druig, his cold eyes and powerful yet harsh demeanor, was here, holding you, gazing at you with pity, and understanding.
“Druig…” You whimper, and clasp onto him. You didn’t care if he judged you, or would mock you for being so afraid of a simple dream, you needed him. You needed his strength, his warmth, his comfort which you weren’t even sure he was capable of. Druig wasted not a second, one hand holding the back of your head and tucking your face into his neck while his other scooped your body effortlessly on top of his. He kept you held tightly against his chest with you sobbing into his neck for gods know how long, until your cries turned into sniffles and whimpers. You hadn’t realized your nails had been digging into his skin, or that your tears had been falling on his bare skin. You hadn’t realized how warm the bare skin of his chest had heated through your thin oversized shirt you slept in.
But none of that mattered, the nightmare playing still in your awake mind, and you wanted -- no, needed -- that pain to stop. The immobilizing pain, you needed it to leave. Ajak could not help, no one could, no one but Druig. Sniffling harshly, you turned your face from his neck, forehead brushing against his chin and whispered your request…
“Druig… please… please make it stop. Take it away from me.”
Druig turned his head, his lips brushing your flushed forehead. “I can’t control your mind, darlin’,” he whispers, “My power doesn’t work on our kind.” His heart hurts, feeling your body give slight trembles on top of him, from exhaustion and fear.
“I can’t hold this much pain Druig… please. Please just let it be over,” you asked gently but it was a plea. You were begging him. “Any bit of peace please.” You tucked your face back in his neck, wanting the world to disappear, to be absorbed into Druig’s warmth and the safety his body was offering. You felt him take a deep breath, his chest moving your body as you laid on him, reminding you to breathe as well.
Slowly, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. The restraint on your lungs lessened, your body ceased its shaking, the feeling of warm and soft peace slowly spread through your body. Instead of controlling, Druig was influencing. God, the relief he gave you.
You lost track of time while your brain clouded over with the beautiful peace and comfort Druig was giving you. It felt like being wrapped in soft warm blankets, like drinking warm sweet tea in front of fire, like smelling your favorite scent, like a slice of true happiness and content. It felt… like home. It was like a drug rushing through your veins and washing over your brain. Druig felt like home to you. He was your safety, and you’d be damned if you let that go. Soon, Druig withdrew his influence, slowly so as to not shock you. He wasn’t sure what or how he did what he did, but he felt how your body melted against his. How your warm breath slowly fanned across his neck and collarbones, tickling his ear. Your fingers were no longer digging into his skin, rather resting softly on his chest over the little crescent cuts which had already healed.
“How was that?” Druig asked softly. You made a contented little noise and took a final deep breathe, greedily inhaling his scent before slowly sitting up. He allowed you to slide off his body, you sitting cross legged beside him, knees resting against his leg and side. Your body ached at the absence of his heat, his firm body beneath yours, his hands on your head and stroking your back gently. He tucked his now free arms behind his head and looked wordlessly into your eyes, before you looked down as you played with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t have the brain power to be concerned with the fact that he had only his sweats on, and you only in a large thin shirt and underwear, and socks with Pickle Rick on them.
You both remained silent, feeling the cold temperature you kept your floor in, and listening to the rain patter against your floor to ceiling windows. You felt your cheeks flush as you felt the unarguable desire to cuddle with Druig hit you full force.
“Did I help you, sweetheart?” His voice interrupted your thoughts. You had never heard him use pet names, except with Makkari. The connection they had was as close to sibling love as possible, it took centuries for you to understand that and tamp that twinge of jealousy down.
“I don’t know how you did that, Druig, but thank you. I have not felt that amount of peace in my entire existence.” You raised your e/c eyes to meet his pale blue ones, and saw the softness he held in his eyes as he gazed at you. You felt goosebumps across your arms and legs and his eyes tracked their path across your skin as well. Before you could reach for a blanket to wrap up in, his arm gently touched your arm and tugged you down into his side. Refusing to overthink it, you curled into him, head on his shoulder, leg draped across his stomach, your body instantly absorbing his warmth and wrapping your senses in his scent once again.
“I hear your nightmares frequently… I don’t know why I haven’t come here before to help you.”
“Don’t apologize. Normally I can handle them, this one was just… too much… thank you for coming, I don’t know if I could have taken much more before you woke me up.”
The arm not supporting your head reached across, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face as his lips pressed oh so softly against your head.
“I will be back tomorrow night, if you wish, my sweet, perfect Y/n.” He asks softly, reservedly, the worry at being rejected heavy in his voice. You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, the flush that found its way to your cheeks, or the relief that settled into your head and chest. You allowed a moment of bravery in this sweet soft space between you and whispered…
“Stay every night with me, Druig. Don’t leave me here alone…”
