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hi !!! i was previously @/pogueslandia, and i was wondering if you could change my url tag to @milkiane in your taglist if i’ve ever asked to be added before? thank you !!
hi nonnie! yes i still write, however i havent been active at all due to college. im taking a pretty large schedule and trying to finish my aa by december - so i havent been posting. however, summer is coming and i am getting back into writing/posting! <3
the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know what’s supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by ‘most fun’ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me I’m on strike
note: it took me ages but, here it is! the final part <3
pairing: druig x (f)reader
summary: druig confronts you about your sudden disappearance.
warnings: fake dating, some swearing, not proofread!!
wc: 1.3k
Days passed since that night. The new year approached with stead and you had spent most of your days lounging about, reading old books from Sersi’s library and talking with Dane about his newfound family history. Currently, you sat in the sunroom, a large room filled with plants that soaked in the sun from the windows that made up the walls and ceiling. The sofa beneath you was one you recognized from the old safe house in Spain. A chaise lounge of deep green crushed velvet that felt the slightest bit scratchy against your skin. You set the book down, slipping a fallen leaf between the pages to mark your place.
Your muscles relaxed when you laid back onto the plush material, eyes drifting to the panels above you that glistened with melted snow. Druig and you had been able to keep up the charade. If you could even call it that. The nights with him were becoming increasingly close.
It started with him holding your hand, then your arm, then your waist. Before you knew it - the two of you were right back in Rio. Those nights that neither of you could let go - even when it got too hot and you had to kick the blankets off.
“Shit,” You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. Swinging your feet over and onto the concrete floor, you sat up. Time to get up and do something. Your fingers pulled at the sleeves of Druig’s sweatshirt that you had borrowed (to keep the image up, you told yourself), and you meandered through the living room and into the kitchen. Druig was seated at the dining table, attention locked on a pile of old parchment maps. Makkari was atop a barstool at the island next to Thena and engaged in a conversation. Eventually, you ended up at the fridge, pulling a bottle of pomegranate juice out. Turning to the girls, you leaned your forearms on the granite countertop.
“Does anyone want to go on a walk with me?” You ask, licking the remainder of dark juice from your lips. Their eyes shift to you. Makkari gave you an apologetic smile.
“We have plans to go into town. You can come if you’d like,” She signed. You waved her off.
“Oh no, no - it’s okay,” You smiled back at her, “I hope you guys have fun. Be safe.”
She blew you a little kiss - that same sisterly affection that always existed between you.
The sound of wood dragging against cement garnered your attention. Druig had stood up, arms stretched to the ceiling. He turned towards you, catching your eyes.
“I’ll come,” He looked down at the papers, “I need to take a break anyways.”
You wanted to protest, but it would’ve made a scene and that was exactly what you needed to avoid. Pressing your lips in a smile, you nodded and followed him to the mudroom. There, you kicked on your boots and threw on a long coat. After Druig did the same, you moved to the front door.
“Hold on,” He murmured. His slender fingers pulled a knit beanie from the coat hook. Gently, he placed it on your head. His eyes focused on your hair, the cold touch of his fingertips pushing strands behind your ear. “Alright, now we can go.”
He had a smile on his lips, a content one. He held the door for you and followed you out into the snow. Though the sun had emerged, it hadn’t melted much.
The grass was still hidden and the pond still frozen over. You began to walk towards the tree line. The dark columns of bark contrasting against the ground, making a scene that looked like a painting.
The cold air was already capturing the tip of your nose all while enhancing the color that the pomegranate juice left on your lips. Druig of course had committed this image to memory already - wondering what they would taste like if he had dug up the nerve to kiss you.
“What were you working on?” You questioned, breaking the silence. The dark-haired boy ran a hand through his hair.
“Ah, just some plans for the village back home.” His accent cut through the bitter air. It sounded lovely.
“Oh really?” You hummed, curling your hands deep into your pockets. “Plans for what?”
Druig sniffled. For a second you glance at him. He looks bright and full of color against the backdrop of winter. His eyes were blue as ever. “It’s uh, for a farm plot. I wanted to find a good spot for it. It’s turning out a little harder than I imagined.”
You nodded in acknowledgment.
The silence overtook the forest once again. If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the rustling of animals through the branches and thickets. That’s one of the things you loved most about coming to see Sersi. It was so peaceful here. You never had to worry about accidentally hurting anyone with your abilities, or about running into Druig.
It’s ironic, how the world works.
As you continued to walk, you could feel Druig’s demeanor slowly shift. You had stopped walking to admire some fungi growing at the base of a tree, one that you hadn’t seen in many centuries. Our of your peripheral vision, you could see him. His head was tilted towards the treetops.
“Y/N. Are we not going to talk about this?”
Your heart froze in your chest. The tips of your fingers trailed off the edge of the mushroom.
The snow crunched under his feet as he turned his body towards you. From your crouched position, you met his gaze. Your mouth stayed shut.
“You don’t get to determine what is right or wrong for me.” His tone wasn’t aggressive or angry - but matter-of-fact. He approached with his hand spread out to you. “I have always admired how much you care for others and try to prevent their pain.”
You took his hand and allowed him to pull you up straight. His eyes were soft, lined with his dark lashes.
“I thought you hated me.” He said, hand still firmly grasping yours. You close your eyes, letting go of the breath that you were holding.
“I could never Dru.”
When your eyes opened, a frown adorned his features. You leaned into him, head falling onto his chest.
“I’m sorry.” You said, feeling yourself melt into him as he wrapped his arms around you.
“All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home,” Druig murmured, “You’re my home, you being away for so long has made that crystal clear.”
Your chest felt heavy as ever, with love and regret. It was far easier to see now. To see that you meant well but it wasn’t the right thing to do - to leave him.
The sun had long disappeared behind the cloud cast and snow began to flurry down. You pulled back from his torso. Reaching your arms up, your hands caressed his cheeks. You sniffled, partially from the cold and partially from the tears swelling in your eyes.
“For the record, I never once stopped loving you.” Your lips stretch into a melancholy smile from which he can’t seem to pry his eyes.
“Good. Don’t stop now,” He breathed. His icy hands made contact with your cheeks, pulling your face towards his. Druig’s lips met yours with a perfect mix of gentle and hastiness. You would’ve thought that the centuries of tension would have been obliterated - but really it was just the beginning of the high that you’d experience from being with him. His thumb brushed over your cheek, fingers crawling to the back of your head. The air bit at you when he pulled away - the warmth of him suddenly gone.
Druig rested his forehead on yours, holding you steady. His eyes shot down to your sweater - his sweater, and a cheeky smile bloomed on his face. “I’m looking forward to an eternity of seeing you in my clothes.”
Your eyes fluttered shut ad you stifled a laugh. Druig did the same, quickly followed with an ambush of kisses across your face. Eternity was going to be a lot more bearable with him by your side.
hey lovelies <3 just letting u know part 3 of my type will be up soon. finals have finally ended and i’ll likely post more. i hope ur all having happy holidays!
Ahhhh CHRISTMAS!! What about a fic where Druig gets the reader the most amazing personal and thoughtful gift but chickens out of giving it to her in front of everyone but when she opens it she realises it’s from him and he admits he’s in love with her?? 🥺🥺🥺
note: i rly loved this idea and im definitely getting in the christmas spirit lol!
pairing: druig x (f)eternals!reader
summary: you fall alseep under the light of the christmas tree and wake to a present from druig as well as a confession
warnings: fluff! not proofread
wc: 1k
2:18 AM
The lights were streaky and blurred through your drooping eyes. You rub your eyes, placing at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Your neck is sore from sleeping on the armrest of the leather couch. The warm yellow lights from the tree kept the room just bright enough so that you could see where everything was. The fire was now just a few hot coals, faintly glowing red. On the floor, a few feet from you was Druig, a fistful of blankets at his chest. A small smile graced your lips, he looked quite cute.
Quietly, you tip-toed to the kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from the dining table. You returned to your spot on the couch, munching on the chocolate chip cookies.
“Are you eating cookies?”
You jump at the sudden noise of his voice. His eyes are closed, but he has a faint smile on his face.
“You scared me,” You hissed at him, rolling your eyes. “Come here, I’ll give you one.”
You can see his shape coming your way and eventually settling by your feet. You offer him a cookie, which he happily takes into his slender fingers. They graze yours in the process and you can feel how soft they are.
The two of you nibble on the cookies in silence, wrapped in your respective blankets. Druig licks his fingertips clean of any melted chocolate and lays back down onto the carpeted floor. You follow suit, snuggling back into the couch.
“What did you get me for Christmas?” You ask him, peeking over the edge of the couch. You can hear him snort.
“I’m not gonna tell you.” He turns to face you, his skin lightly illuminated by the tree. You’re not sure if it's the lighting or your mind playing tricks on you, but you see a twinge of redness on his cheeks. He is just within your reach. The tips of your fingers run over a small scar on his shoulder.
“When was this?” Your voice is gentle. His eyes refuse to leave your face as he responds.
“Tenochtitlan.”
You move on to a scar on his collarbone - one which you can barely feel. Your eyes meet his.
“Sparring with Gilgamesh.”
His fingers embrace the back of your hand, guiding it towards his chest. A thin chain catches on your finger and you can hear him inhale sharply. You follow the chain to the pendant at the end; A delicate wrapping of gold around an onyx stone. You hold it between the pads of your fingers. His chest rises and falls with his breaths.
“I made it.”
Amusedly, you hum. He was always so talented. Drowsiness began to envelop you once more, your arm becoming limp. Druig didn’t dare keep you awake. He admired how gorgeous you looked and how fulfilling it was to hold your hand in his even if it wasn’t intentional. His eyes shut, but all he could see was you.
⏤■⏤
The morning sun crept in through the window panes, slowly urging you to wake. Your arm was chilly, having been stuck outside of your blanket all night - but your hand was warm. You peeked over the edge of the couch cushion to see that Druig was fast asleep with your hand in his. You felt your face grow warm. As much as you wanted to never let your hand move from its place, a set of footsteps barreling down the stairs caused you to retract your hand.
You’re ultimately glad you did because it was Sprite and boy would she eat that scene up. Her arrival was followed by Gilgamesh and Ajak and eventually the others. Their presence slowly woke Druig as well. You avoided eye contact as best you could, but he still managed to catch your attention. Only then could you see a refreshed happiness in his eyes.
“Sprite if you're not careful, I think Sersi may turn your gift to coal.” Thena mused, melting into the recliner in the corner of the room, wrapped in a blanket. Sprite glared from her new spot in front of the tree, motioning for everyone to hurry over. One by one the Eternals found their places in the room, some on the floor others piled on the couch. You watched as they reveled in their new toys and gadgets. You had gotten each of them a simple gift, tailored to match their personalities. Smiles and thanks were thrown your way. Gilgamesh pulled a small Bo from under the tree, it was wrapped in gold and silver paper, tied with a twine bow.
“Y/N,” He read, tilting the box to get a better look. The burly man stood up and walked the small box to you, placing it in your hands.
“Awe, this is so cute,” You smile, carefully untying the bow. There is no indication of who the gift is from. Everyone’s eyes are on you as you unfold the paper. Druig’s gaze feels heavy - were you the one that grabbed his hand in the middle of the night?
You remove the lid of the small box, uncovering a gorgeous gold necklace. It is twirling wires of light with small stones laid. Something about it looks familiar…
“This is gorgeous, thank you to whoever got it for me.”
Pulling the necklace out, you begin connecting the dots. The same gold necklace that you were touching last night awfully resembled this one. You make eye contact with Druig, eyes darting from the piece that hung from his neck and the one in your hand.
“Dru…”
As you look between them you realize that the necklaces fit together, the stones creating what would be a beautiful golden swirl of lines with sparkling stars.
All he does is give you a smile, and you can’t do much else because you’re speechless. The gift opening goes on, but it seems that all fades to the background. Druig joins you on the sofa at some point, his hands finding the pendant in your lap. His nimble fingers pull your hair away from your neck and clasp the necklace on. He leans in to whisper into your ear.
“I love you, Y/N. I always have, I hope you will be mine.”
You feel his lips press a gentle kiss onto your hair. For the rest of the day, you aren’t more than an arms-length from him - and he intended to keep it that way, for eternity.
note: italics are flashback/memories.. alright!! part 2 is here, im really enjoying writing this so far . its hard for me to write rly long parts but maybe we will get there one day lol; for @sapphireplums happy late bday darling
pairing: druig x (f)reader
summary: after telling kingo that the two of you are dating, druig asks why you had ever stopped being friends a few centuries earlier.
warnings: fake dating, slow-ish burn, not proofread!!
wc: 1.5k
“Hey man, I don’t wanna argue - I just came to ask…” You could make out Kingo’s voice pretty well from inside the bathroom, but the conversation dimmed and turned to mumbles that you could no longer comprehend through the door. . Now adorned in Druig’s clothes, you stood and fiddled with the hems. Checking your appearance in the mirror, you sighed. What was Druig thinking? You were going to have to explain to everyone that it wasn’t true and that you really were single - all alone for yet another year.
“Happy thoughts,” You say to your reflection. You open the door slowly, peeking out.
Druig is nowhere in sight, which is both a disappointment and a relief. As quiet as you can, you sneak into the hallway, towards your own room. It is just down the hall thankfully, but you have to pass many of the other Eternals rooms to get there. With the lack of light, you end up smacking your foot into the baseboard. A very audible thud echoes through the house. Your face contorts, a silent scream escaping.
“What’re you doing?” The voice behind you is unmistakable. Druig. You turn with a pained smile.
“Going to my room.” You whisper, wondering why he isn’t keeping his voice down. He shakes his head, pursing his lips together.
“Nah, come on.”
“But-“ His hand slipping in yours is what silences you, causing your heart to thud. You swear it's loud enough for him to hear, but his lack of reaction makes you think maybe he can’t. Once you’re back in the confines of his room, he turns to speak to you.
“Kingo has probably already texted Sersi and Sprite, likely even Ajak - and the others will have heard by morning. If they think we’re together then they will think something is wrong if we aren’t sleeping in the same room,” His accent is so mesmerizing to listen to that you almost don’t comprehend what he’s saying, “Is your foot okay?”
Looking down at it you can see it's slightly red, and still stings a little. But after all, you’re an Eternal. It’ll pass soon enough. You nod and Druig turns to grab a small throw blanket and a pillow from the bed. You extend your arms to take them, but he ignores you and tosses them onto the floor as if for his own use.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” You say softly. “I’m not kicking you out of your own bed, Dru.”
His head is hung low as he chews on his lip. His lack of response lets you know that’s not gonna happen.
You motion towards the bed, “We can both sleep on the bed?”
His head turns up and his eyes are now on you. He looks unsure.
“It’s not like this would be the first time,” Your tone isn’t suggestive, but an attempt to keep him from sleeping on the hardwood floor and guilt eating at your conscience. His lips pull into a faint smirk, but he doesn’t object.
⏤■⏤
A few hours into the night, you’re still unable to find sleep. Druig is breathing softly beside you, you could make out the rising and falling of his chest with the faint moonlight spilling in through the window.
Carefully, you remove yourself from the blankets and make your way to the window. It is a large clean-cut rectangle stretching from the ceiling nearly to the floor, lined with wispy chiffon curtains. Slipping into the windowsill, you let yourself relax. The cold walls feel fresh against your skin, giving you a sense of clarity.
Sometimes, it felt numb. Being an Eternal. Endless life.
Daily life felt as if it were reduced to monotony. Love was bitter, you either found it with a mortal; doomed to die before your eyes. Or hope that within the few other Eternals you were paired with that you’d somehow be so lucky to fall in love and be loved in return. It was fulfilling to help the humans grow - but many of them seemed destined to self-sabotage.
You press your fingertips against the glass, watching fog form around your fingertips as a response to your body heat. The rustling of blankets causes you to look towards Druig, his figure lazily writhing in the sea of blankets to face you. His eyes hesitantly open to make out the silhouette of your body in the window.
“Hey,” You whisper with a melancholy smile. Even from this far away, his eyes are a piercing shade, glowing in the moonlight.
“What’re you still doing awake, doll?” The raspiness of his voice conveys his lethargy well. The comforter is haphazardly draped over his abdomen and you can’t help but admire his picturesque-ness. Even after thousands of years of knowing him he somehow still managed to render you awestruck. You tried to suppress the flutters in your stomach that bloomed at the nickname.
“Why’d you tell Kingo…” You trail off, gazing out the window at the snowy hills. You glance back at him.
“I know it bothers you that they ask,” He was awake now, scooting to the edge of the bed and tossing the blanket aside. “I figured two birds one stone. I get to spend more time with you for a bit and they stop annoying you.”
Audibly, he sighs. Druig meanders to the windowsill, taking a seat across from you. All you can offer him is a smile. You don’t notice when he intertwines his legs with yours; Only when his fingers graze over the skin on the back of your hand. “What happened in Brazil?”
⏤■⏤
The party raged on for days. The famous Carnival. 1800 is a year to celebrate apparently.
The heat of the day was dissipating slowly into a comfortable warmth, yet the crowds only grew more sweaty. Glass beads, tinsel, feathers, they all littered the streets. You remembered when you first got wind that there were extensive festivals going on here - it was something that you and Druig couldn’t resist.
Luckily, you had snagged a small wooden chair on the edge of the alleyway. It was nearly morning and you were on your reserves to keep partying. Every now and then you’d see a pair of golden eyes - Druig taking over a person in order to find you. He couldn’t keep up with how fast you moved in these crowds. You spotted a young man, with a curly head of hair.
“Y/N,” He greeted in his mother tongue. His eyes beamed a bright gold.
“I’m ready to go home if you are,” You pant, desperate to peel the layers of sweaty clothing off and bathe in the springs. “Come get me.”
The boy scoffs, a mischievous smile on his lips. Then, his eyes dim and he returns to what he was doing before Druig took over. You spotted him in the crowd, mop of dark hair covered in glitters. His smile was so bright and his demeanor so happy. Something in the back of your head nagged at you. It had before. ‘Look how happy he is!’ ‘You’re holding him back.’ ‘You could never make him truly happy.’
A group of happy youth pulls him into their vicinity - forcing him to join their dancing. You give him one more look before you turn and melt into the crowd.
It was difficult to avoid him in Brazil, really in most of South America. You’d avoid those glowing eyes, even if they weren’t his. Somehow you had convinced yourself that he was better off without you.
⏤■⏤
“Y/N?” Druig’s low voice broke through your thoughts. No surprise there. “Lost in your own head again?”
You rest your head onto the window pane. “Mhm.”
The forest in the distance is bristling with movement, caribou wandering through the snow.
“I thought it was time to stop holding you back. That’s why I left Rio.”
Druig’s dark brows furrowed. “Holding me back?”
His hands grew firm against yours. You used to be able to read him so well, but now you could hardly tell what mood he was in. You missed the days where you’d surprise him with the first editions of his favorite novels and handmade trinkets. Druig rested his head on your clasped hands. Gazing at him, you say still. Admiring the way his midnight stands of hair shine.
“Cmon let's go to sleep,” You murmur. His hand is desperate to stay on yours, but he lets go momentarily. When he slips into his previous spot on the bed, and you yours, his hand ventures towards you from under the blanket. First, it grazes your hip and then finds its way back to your palm.
The shivers that ran down your spine soon dissipate as the heat from his body warms your own.
Is this friendship that has evolved over thousands of years, or is it something else?
