#dark!druig

“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.

~

Druig knew that it was wrong to take you.

Despite the fact that beings like him lived by their own rules, and the morals and laws of mortals rarely applied to his kind, he still knew that it was wrong. He was wrong to do a lot of things. He was wrong to watch you like he did, to trace every inch of your frame with his cerulean gaze while you were none the wiser. It was wrong of him to follow you, studying your habits and movements as you interacted with your friends and family, wishing that it was him who held your attention.

It was especially wrong of him to imagine what it would be like to have you gaze up at him with perfect trust, eyes glassy and lips parted under the influence of his gift.

But these were just thoughts, and thoughts had never hurt anyone before. Druig heard plenty of thoughts in passing that made him raise an eyebrow, and he had been around long enough to know what was alarming and what wasn’t. His daydreams—fantasies weren’t alarming in the slightest. At least, that was what he told himself when he found his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch you. Or when he would catch himself taking one gentle step forward with the shallow intention of stealing you away.

These were just thoughts. Thoughts that consumed him when his brothers and sisters were a bit too suffocating. Or when Ikaris’ self-importance became a bit too much. Or when doubts started to creep up on him about all of this and his purpose here, especially while watching mankind become more and more depraved. It both disgusted and frightened him, and those were times where his thoughts became overwhelming.

Druig would look around at the mess this was all becoming, and he’d want nothing more than to hide you away from all of this. He couldn’t bear the thought of any of this touching you, tainting your smile and darkening your aura, your weak mortal body cracking under the pressure of your inherently flawed human nature. But then you would catch his eye, and you would smile in that way that told him you were untouched by the true horrors out there, and for a moment, Druig was convinced that everything would be okay.

Only you could do that, and that was when he’d find himself gravitating towards you. Even just being near you made him feel that way, and so he’d shadow your footsteps, just far away enough to be careful, but close enough to satisfy him. Naturally, he grew addicted to that feeling, and soon enough, he got his fix.

“Druig,” he’d told you when he introduced himself, and you had smiled.

He was so entranced by it that he’d almost missed the sound of you telling him yours, a smile on his own face as he repeated it to himself. Of course, he already knew it, but he liked the taste of it on his tongue, nonetheless. Your smile had widened at the action, a soft laugh escaping you as you showed him the plants that you were growing.

He knew all about those too, but he was more than content to make you believe that you were teaching him something new. His gaze rested on the side of your face as you pointed, drinking in your skin and your lips as they moved, and the way the sun hit your eyes just right.

“My mother,” you murmured, voice quieting. “She’s very sick, you see…and… If I cannot find something to heal her, then she’ll die.”

His own face had fallen at that, and before he had time to register just how much that would break your heart, you were turning towards him again with another smile.

“I’ll save her though. I have to.”

You said that last part more to yourself than him, and it should have come as no surprise to him when he was angrily staring at Ajak that night. Her denial to help you had upset him more than any of her other refusals, and it was the first night that Druig had been struck with the almost crumbling urge to outright defy her.

“We do not interfere,” she repeated to him in that tone that he was beginning to hate more than the Deviants themselves.

He had begged and begged, so unlike himself, and even humbled before her, she still turned him away. He’d told her that selflessness drove his actions, and maybe he truly believed it at that time, but in truth, your happiness fueled his happiness. It was why he was determined to see your mother live too, but fate had other plans, and if he regretted getting close to you when he knew he shouldn’t have, they were long gone when you threw yourself into his arms.

You had no one, and he knew that the best thing for you was to marry a man who could provide for you, but the thought angered him more than anything Ajak or Ikaris could ever spew. You were beautiful, and he would have to be a fool to miss the way you were admired. To miss the yearning gazes that followed you, identical to the one in his own eyes.

Druig was a lot of things, but a fool was not one of them.

And when he’d reached his breaking point, when he was being honest with Ajak and standing toe to toe with Ikaris, he made the decision right then and there. He wanted to save these mortals that Ajak had convinced the others were destined to die before their time. He just wanted to get them away from the violence and bloodshed, giving them another chance at a safe life. He wanted to get you away from it all. That was what he’d told himself at least, but when the gold of his eyes returned to their natural blue, watching in satisfaction as the rest of your kind walked off to build a new life…

You did not follow, hand held in his as his gaze grew bright once again, and you turned to him with a mesmerized smile.

Druig was a rapist.

He could spin it any way he wanted to and tell himself all of the comforts in the world, but it couldn’t be viewed as anything other than what it was. You smiled at him and looked up at him with blind adoration, thighs eagerly parting to accommodate him, but it was rape all the same.

As much as he couldn’t stand Ikaris at times, Druig was officially worse than him, and that left a sour taste in his mouth.

He didn’t want to call himself that, call it that, but that was what it was, and he’d made his peace with it. It had eaten away at him at first, and that was why he’d fed himself lie after lie. You had liked him before all of this. You had smiled at him and leaned into him, so he was not making you do something you weren’t already going to do.

He’d had every intention of dropping his influence, eager to let you fall for him as naturally as he did with you. Everyone had good intentions, he supposed, but then he’d had the irresistible urge to kiss you, and when he did, the taste of you on his tongue triggered a frenzy in him. You had stolen his breath away without even trying, and he was convinced that you were the one to put a spell on him as he mauled you in a way that should have made him feel shame.

Your own hands had been unsure, even with his voice in your head telling you to accept his ministrations. It had hit him then that you’d never been touched like this before, and his desperate movements suddenly turned into languid touches. He hadn’t wanted to miss a single part of you, and the sound of your sighs were like music to his ears.

Your head had been thrown back in ecstasy as he kissed down the column of your throat. Your skin felt like flower petals beneath his fingers, and when you pulled him closer, he’d thanked Arishem that he’d plucked you. Your mewls egged him on, and Druig had almost come on the spot when you’d happily opened your legs for him.

He hadn’t hesitated to taste you, drinking from you like he was dying of thirst. Your fingers in his hair and the taste of you on his tongue and the sounds falling from your lips had made for an intoxicating combination. He wouldn’t have been able to stop even if he wanted to…

And he hadn’t wanted to.

You both barely registered your pain, too wrapped up in the feel of him inside of your warm walls. He’d caged you in beneath him, forearms pressed to the bed as he curved his hips into yours, sinking into you without abandon. Your hands had grabbed at him in desperation, slipping and sliding over his skin from the sweat that clung to it, and yours faired no better. He’d been chasing something that night, and he’d found it when you came around him.

The mixture of shock and bliss in your eyes would haunt him in the best way forever. The breathlessness of your voice, the tremble of your body, the flutter of your core around his hard cock. He had done that. He was the one who had led you to that, and if he had it his way, no one else ever would. And in that moment, Druig wanted to have it his way.

He had fucked you for hours that night, holding you down and tasting your skin with a hunger that frankly scared him. Your legs had been wrapped around him, nails pressing into his skin while singing for him in a way that soothed him. He only ever pulled away when your legs and arms would drop to the bed, exhaustion snatching you away from him.

In those moments, he’d pulled away to look at you, slipping out of you with a groan before settling beside your prone frame. He’d propped his head up to get a better look at you, reaching out to trace patterns into your dewy skin, charmed by the way the moonlight hit it. There would be the most relaxed smile on your face, and despite how much he wanted to make you squirm in your sleep, that was too far for him.

Because that would really make him what he didn’t want to be, right?

He told himself that you would have wanted this. It was like a prayer on his tongue, a mantra he told himself that was really nothing more than wishful thinking. He repeated it to himself until he couldn’t anymore, and he’d held his breath as his influence left you, desperate to know the truth. Your confusion and fear had been as clear as day, and despite your familiarity with him, it hadn’t been enough to ease your worries.

Where were you? Where did everyone go? Why couldn’t you remember anything?

Those were the questions that met him, and with every one fired his way, the façade he’d made for himself crumbled more and more. He could see it in your eyes that you were afraid of both him and the situation you found yourself in, and in that moment, he’d accepted his role as the villain in your life.

His selfishness had won.

With a clench of his jaw, your fear was gone. Your tears no longer fell, and Druig gently brushed away the ones that had. There was nothing left in your eyes but perfect love and perfect trust, and there was no amount of guilt in his heart that could stop him from capturing your lips with his own.

Druig knew the first time you threw up.

It was just after breakfast, and you had apologized profusely, confusion coloring your tone as you told him that you hadn’t felt sick. He had cleaned it up with a smile, reaching out with his other hand to brush his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s alright, my love. It just did not agree with you,” he told you.

Still, his soothing words did not calm you, and he’d had to bribe you with a book to get you to forget about it. You had nodded with a smile, and as your back rested against his chest, your fingers playing with the sleeve of his shirt as he read to you, his free hand had found its way to your stomach, a fierce possessiveness filling him that he had never felt before.

You had almost seemed nervous to tell him once you realized the truth, and he’d eased it by falling to his knees. His arms circled around your waist to pull you closer, his lips pressing against your stomach through the thin material of your dress. He’d looked up at you, and from his place on his knees, he thought to himself that if he believed in angels, he would probably mistake you for one.

Sex with you was different now, and if Druig thought he was addicted before, it was laughable in comparison to his desire for you while you swelled with his child. He wanted to live inside of you, and for the most part, he did. He woke you up with languid thrusts, and if it were possible, he would choose to wake up with you moaning underneath him.

Your stomach was barely protruding, only just starting to show, and his hands pressed themselves to your stomach as he pushed himself into you. Your own hands reached back to hold onto him, gasps leaving your parted lips as he stretched you around him. His hands slid over your frame, unable to remain in one place for long, longing to touch every part of you.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispered against your ear, desperate to hear it.

You told him that you loved him all the time, eyes bright and sparkling, but he really wanted to hear it now for some reason. He wanted to hear how much he meant to you and how much you desired him. He wanted to hear you vowing your devotion to him, and only when you did, did he come inside of you.

He was always coming inside of you. When you bathed together, when sleep threatened to take you, even in the kitchen. There were times where he would have you sit in his lip while he read to you, and his hand would find a home between your legs before making you sink down onto his cock, snugly sitting inside of you before moving beneath you, forcing you to take his thrusts.

It never waned. In fact, his desire for you only reached knew heights as you swell, your dresses falling around you like water from the roundness of your stomach. You were glowing, a warmth in your skin that had nothing at all to do with his powers but instead the child growing in your stomach. Your happiness came from that, and despite the lie he was clearly feeding himself, it made him feel a little better.

You were excited to feel the baby kick, and Druig could not keep his eyes off of your face as you pressed his hand to your stomach. He stroked your face as you mulled over baby names, teeth sinking into your lip and brows drawn together. There was a fond smile on his lips as you would tearfully ask him if he still thought you were beautiful, and he’d chuckle before taking your face into his hands.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” he would murmur. “How could you ever ask me something so silly?”

You would shrug, suddenly unsure of your thoughts, and he would wrap his arms around you.

“Am I not inside of you every chance I can get?” he whispered into your ear, and he took great pleasure in the way you shuddered in his hold.

He happily spent the next few hours showing you just how beautiful he thought you were. It was hard to feel remorse for his actions in moments like this. It was hard to linger on just what he was doing to you and how disturbingly awful it really was. He was taking away your will and consent to make him happy, and no matter how happy you were too, it was not real. It was a farce. A lie, and if his brothers and sisters could see him now, the disgust and horror would be more than enough to bring him to his knees.

But Druig loved you.

He loved you and desired you more than anyone he had ever met, and any minor guilt that still lingered was long gone the moment you brought his daughter into this world. She had your eyes and his hair, and her cry was his second favorite sound in the world. With her in his arms, he pressed his lips to your glistening skin, telling you how great of a job you did and other praises that granted him a weak smile.

You were obsessed with her. She was never out of your sight, and you loved to watch her as she slept, and he loved to watch you. You were childlike in your own right as you marveled at every sound and movement she made. He ran his eyes over you, a mirthful smirk on his own lips when you hurried to pull him along to see her do something as mundane as make spit bubbles. You were in love with the mere existence of her, and Druig made sure that you knew that that was exactly how he felt about you.

It was love.

He watched you and coveted you and loved you when it was all he could do, and even though he shouldn’t have, he stole you away. He had no right to, but perhaps you were his long before even he realized it. If he had it his way, he would keep you until the end of time, and Druig had grown accustomed to having it his way.

~

Tonight was an extremely rare event: you had managed to convince Druig to come out with you. The notorious recluse was actually in the club with you. Okay granted he was just stood leaning against the bar watching whilst you danced the night away in the middle of the floor, your body bumping into the hoards of other people around you.

You’d already tried numerous times to pull him onto the dance floor with you but he just wasn’t having it. You sigh to yourself as you watch your boyfriend watch you from afar. And so you just continue to dance by yourself, enjoying your own company, losing yourself to the steady beat of the music as it thrums through your body.

You close your eyes and let your hands roam your body, moving up your waist to your neck before getting lost in your hair as you continue to swing your hips. Okay so you were kinda deliberately putting on a show for Druig, tossing your hair the way you knew he liked. You feel dizzy and giddy, your closed eyes making the music feel even more intense as it pulses through your body.

It’s then that you feel a pair hands snake around your waist. You smile to yourself and lean back into the warm chest that’s pressed behind you. You feel their hips start to grind into yours and you happily grind back, matching their rhythm.

“You finally decided to join me then hmm?” You hum hazily, your head titling back on their shoulder, your mouth angling towards their ear.

“Mmm yeah” you hear an unfamiliar voice respond in your ear.

Your body freezes and you open your eyes to see Druig stood exactly where he was before, leaning against bar, watching you from the across the club. His face is the perfect picture of rage, his jaw taught, the muscle in his cheek twitching, nostrils flared.

A small panic settles in you as you realise that it indeed is not your boyfriend that is grinding into your ass.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else” you yell over the music, attempting to step away from the stranger behind you.

“I can be anyone you want me to be babe” the deep voice chuckles darkly, their arms locking around your waist tightly, keeping you in place.

“Listen I have a boyfriend” you say pointedly.

“Really? I don’t see him” he laughs, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear.

It then occurs to you that even though this man had his hands all over you, even though you had just been grinding against you, Druig still hadn’t budged from his perch against the bar. If anything now you were just pissed off. What was it gonna take to really get his attention?

So you decide fuck it, might as well test the boundaries of Druig’s patience. He’d certainly tested the boundaries of yours.

“Fair enough” you shrug again the man behind you, leaning back into his chest again.

You slowly start to move your hips again, pushing back again the guy’s crotch. You let your head lull on his shoulder, your hands flying up to tangle in the guy’s hair. You giggle when you hear him groan. His hands find their way back to your hips, helping guide you against him.

Suddenly the man’s body goes slack against you, his hands falling off you and hanging limply by his side, his body completely still behind you. You open your eyes in surprise and are quickly met with Druig’s, shining brightly gold as he pushes through the crowd to get to you.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” Druig seethes as finally takes his place in front of you.

You tighten your jaw in defiance.

“I’m just having a little fun” you quip back.

“Fun, hmm?” His eyes narrow dangerously as he glares down at you.

“Yeah, fun” you emphasise.

“With this guy?” Druig cocks his head at the guy behind you, his face blank and devoid of consciousness, a faint gold glow lingering behind his eyes.

You shrug.

Druig chuckles darkly. “Oh sweetheart, I think you need reminding who you belong to."

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to argue as he grabs your arm roughly and drags you out of the crowd, heading towards the bathrooms. He roughly shoves you through the doors. You trip and almost lose your balance, catching yourself on the sink. You look at up in the mirror to see Druig standing behind you, his face a picture of evil.

You spin around to face him and that’s when something in the corner of the room catches your eye. You turn your head slightly to see the man that was grinding on you just moments ago stood slack in the corner, his eyes glassy but focused on you, that light golden glow that mimic Druig’s still lingering.

You look between him and Druig worriedly.

“Druig... what are you doing?” You squeak.

“I told you, I’m reminding you who you belong to” he hums darkly as he walks up to you, pinning your hips against the sink.

His face hovers dangerously close to yours, the hot breath filtering through his flared nostrils fanning over your face. You’re involuntarily leaning back, holding yourself steady on the countertop.

“What about him?” Your eyes dart back to the helpless man.

Druig just smirks again, his bright eyes somehow clouding with a devilish darkness.

“I’m gonna show him who you belong to as well. Show him that you’re mine.” His lips twist into a snarl on the last word.

You swallow nervously, pushing back so far onto the sink counter that you were almost sitting on it.

Without warning Druig’s hand slips under your skirt, straight between your thighs. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as his fingers push against your panties, shoving the fabric between your already soaked folds. He dips his head to attach his lips to your neck, biting at the skin sharply. You hiss at the pain.

“Mmm see how wet you are already? And I’ve not even touched you yet” he hums cockily into your neck.

For some reason you decide to push your luck.

“How do you know it’s not from him?” You jerk your head towards where the man stood blank-faced and wide-eyed in the corner.

Druig’s hand freezes, his entire body going rigid, a rage literally simmering off him. He slowly raises his head to meet your gaze. You stare at him defiantly but you can feel your eyes widen in fear as you take in the anger on his face.

“What was that sweetheart?” He says, his voice laced with a venomous condescension, unnervingly calm and controlled.

It was almost sinister.

You gulp, knowing you’d taken it too far now.

Druig brings his hand up from your panties, finding purchase on your jaw. His fingers dig painfully into your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You avert your eyes nervously, afraid to meet his gaze. In your peripheral vision you see him cock his head to the side as he glares at you.

“Well don’t go all shy on me now” he seethes. “What did you say?” He pinches your jaw quickly.

“I- I- said... maybe...” you let out a shuddering breath. “Maybe... I’m wet b- because of h-him” you swallow dryly, your words barely more than a whisper.

Druig leans back, his hand dropping from your face. Your cheeks burn where he’d likely bruised them with his grip.

“Oh yeah? So you want him then, do you? You want him to fuck you?” Druig taunts.

You look back and forth between the man and Druig, your stomach alight with nerves, and not necessarily in the good way.

“Well? Is that what you want? You want this random stranger’s cock instead of mine?” Druig’s anger is coated by a kind of smugness, as if he already knew the answer.

“N-no” you mewl.

“No?” Druig teases. “What do you want then hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest as his gaze rakes up and down your body lazily.

You reach your arm out forward, trying to grab him, but he dodges your fingers.

“Uh uh,” he tuts, “use your words baby."

A whine leaves your throat as you pout lightly.

“Such a little brat” Druig scoffs to himself. “Tell me what you want, or you won’t be getting anything."

You mewl again.

“Please Druig” you cry, your bottom lip quivering. “I want you, only you. Please” you bow your head and look up at him through batted lashes.

A small smirk appears on his lips, telling you you were heading in the right direction.

“What do you want from me little one?” He pushes.

Another whine passes your lips. The hunger between your thighs overrides all other senses, making you momentarily forget about the other man in the corner.

“I want you to touch me. Please, please” you whisper fervently, the pathetic pout returning to your lips.

His smirk grows into a cocky grin and he hums his satisfaction. He steps forward, his body pushing you against the sink again. He keeps you completely under his control with his gaze, even without using his powers on you. He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the counter, opening up your legs and slotting himself between them.

“You want me to touch you hmm?” His face is back only an inch away from yours. “Like this?” He taunts as one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing lightly.

You whine again, your eyes pleading with him. He sees the silent cry in your eyes and teases you even further.

“What? You want more?” His smile is wicked sharp.

You just about manage to nod as his hand wraps even tighter around your throat. Your mouth hangs open, a choked sound escaping you. He laughs darkly before releasing the pressure, leaning his hand around your neck but letting the oxygen flow through you again.

“Hmm that’s still not quite what you want, is it, little one?” He chuckles. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He whispers.

Your eyes flick back to the other man. Druig lifts a finger off your throat to push at your jaw, forcing your head back to face him.

“Hey, don’t worry about him. You keep your attention on me” he speaks forcefully.

You nod once again.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Lower” is all you can choke out.

His lips curve in amusement as he huffs a small snort. He raises an eyebrow tauntingly as he moves his hand from your neck, his fingers ghosting over your chest. He pushes down your already low-cut shirt, exposing one of your breasts. The shirt you were wearing didn’t work with a bra so he was quick to take advantage. His hand palms your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Here?” He pinches your nipple as he teases you again.

You shake your head, that pout returning to your lips.

“Lower” you mewl again, your hips rutting forward against his, desperate for any kind of friction.

He chuckles that dark laugh of his again. He keeps his eyes on yours as he trails his hand lower down your body. His fingers brush down your side, over the curve of your hips, going over the length of your skirt before he reaches the hem. He skims up your thigh, pushing under your skirt as he goes until his fingers once again find your clothed pussy. He opens his mouth to mimic your gasp as you cry out when his finger push against your clit, the soaked fabric of your panties providing little barrier between you and his fingers.

He rubs your clit through your panties a few times, his eyes never leaving yours. He then shifts to push your panties aside, his fingers teasing your dripping entrance. You moan again, your hips bucking towards his fingers. Your mind goes blank, nothing concerning you other than getting Druig’s fingers inside you. He continues to circle your hole but makes no motion to touch you any further.

Your moans turn into pitiful whines as your eyebrows knit together in a sad, begging expression. He clocks your pathetic face and halts his circling.

“What? That not enough for you?” He mocks.

You groan, pushing your chest forward, your body colliding with his as you attach your lips to his neck, desperately hoping that by paying him some attention he might return the favour.

His other hand quickly comes up to grab you by the back of the neck, yanking you backwards, once again forcing your head up to look at him.

“Oh no that’s not gonna work right now sweetheart. I told you to use your words."

You knew what he was getting at. He wanted to hear you beg, but more specifically, more importantly, he wanted his own name to fall from your lips alongside your begging.

“Druig” you whine. “Druig. Please. Please touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. Please, Druig, please” you almost cry.

“Mmm that’s better."

Your gasp washes over Druig’s face as he pushes two finger inside you at last. Your gasp is garbled and choked though, awkward with the angle at which Druig still held you by the back of your neck. Druig shows now mercy, no slow start, no time to adjust to his fingers stretching you open. He immediately sets a hard and fast pace, his fingers fucking into you mercilessly. Your moans are strangled as Druig keeps your head in place, keeping your eyes on his as he watches you squirm with pleasure as he loses his fingers inside your dripping cunt.

But you can’t help it. Your eyes slip back to the man in the corner. The man that was watching silently as you sat spread eagled on the sink, Druig’s hand lost between your thighs.

Bad move.

Druig’s yanks your hair harshly, your eyes snapping back to his where they’re alight with anger.

“I said, keep your eyes on me” he snarls.

You whimper, blinking away the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“Yeah that’s it little one, you keep looking at me as I make you cum on my fingers. Make you cum like no one else can” he all but growls.

Something akin to a sob leaves your throat as you start to feel the burn settle in the pit of your stomach. Druig’s brutal pace has pleasure coursing hotly through your body, like a wildfire spreading rapidly across your entire being.

“You think he could make you feel this good with just his hand hmm? You really think anyone can make you feel as good as I can? Or are you just a little slut who likes to tease hmm?” He breathes in your face.

You shake your head limply, tears now starting to fall from your eyes. He barks a harsh laugh.

“Look at you, crying just because of my fingers. I haven’t even got to fucking you yet. Such a pathetic little baby” his voice is sharp and deadly, his words just adding to the pleasure that was blazing through your body.

“I know you’re close” he grunts. “Go on, show this guy what you look like when you cum on my hand” he instructs.

A strangled sob erupts from you as the fire finally explodes in your core, your climax ripping through you. You fight to keep your eyes on Druig’s as you clench around his fingers, your body convulsing as he carries on pumping you through your orgasm. Your body fights to arch forwards, to curl inwards around the pleasure but he keeps you firmly in place, your neck starting to ache where he was tilting it back.

You shudder violently as you slowly come down from your high, Druig's pace declining in speed but not entirely stopping until your orgasm had been coaxed out to its fullest potential.

“There’s a good girl” he praises, but it’s laced with an edge of sarcasm, of mockery.

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings his hand up level with your face, tracing your lips with one of his drenched fingers, leaving a trail of your own slick like lipstick on your mouth. Druig then pushes both of his wet fingers into your mouth, curling over your tongue and nearly hitting the back of your throat. His non-verbal command is evident in his eyes; suck.

You obey swiftly, sucking on his fingers, pulling the taste of yourself into your mouth. His smirk reignites on his face.

“Good girl” he murmurs softly.

Then his eyes darken again as he pulls his fingers out your mouth harshly. He leans his face close to yours again, his nose just about touching yours.

“Now I’m gonna show this man what he can never have. And that’s to have that tight little pussy of yours around this cock. I’m gonna show him that I’m the only one that gets to fuck you."

Another tiny whimper lodges in your throat at the prospect.

Druig pushes your legs open wider on the counter with his knee as his hands begin undoing his belt and jeans. You take the opportunity of your head being released to let your eyes flicker momentarily to the man in the corner again. Luckily Druig was too focused on undoing his trousers to notice your small slip up. Regardless, you feel a small twang of fear spike through you. Were you really about to let yourself be fucked in a public bathroom whilst some stranger watched silently from across the room?

But when you feel the head of Druig’s cock push between your folds you knew the answer. Knew you’d already lost.

Your body reacts instinctively, your back arching, your hips pushing forwards towards his touch. That wicked chuckle of his covers the gasp that escapes you as he pushes inside you, taking no time to sink to the hilt.

One of Druig’s hands then finds its way to your face again, gripping your jaw like a vice. He forces your face back to look at him. His other hand holds your hips steady as he wastes no time in setting a brutal pace thrusting into you. He said he was going to fuck you so that’s exactly what he was doing, his hips colliding with yours with a bruising force. Your moans are again muffled and strangled where his fingers were digging into your cheeks. His grunts were loud and dominating, commanding the attention of the room, only just topping the wet sound of his cock finding home inside you with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Hmm you may act like a little slut but really I’m the only one you’ll let fuck this pretty tight pussy, isn’t that right little one?” He squeezes your cheeks, pursing your lips forcefully.

You nod your head once. “Yes” you mumble.

He leans in close to you, his lips almost brushing yours.

“Yes, what?” He whispers darkly.

“Yes, sir” you breathe through trembling lips.

“Good girl” he brings your lips roughly to his, still holding your jaw in his hand. He kisses you hungrily, his mouth dominating yours. You moan weakly into his mouth when his hand moves from your jaw to grip you neck, holding you in place and squeezing lightly.

Your mouth hangs open limply as your feel your head start to spin. Your mind going light, weightless as that fire began to burn in your stomach once again. But Druig doesn’t care. He continues to make out with your unresponsive lips, licking into your mouth without a care. All he cared about was showing that he owned you, owned every single part of your body; you were his to use as he pleased.

“Such a little whore” he mumbles into your mouth. “Flirting with other men just to get my attention. This is what you really wanted though, isn’t it? For me to fuck you stupid?”

Your answering “yes” is trapped in your throat, kept in place by his hand. He loosens his grip the slightest bit to let some oxygen flow through you again, keeping you on the precipice of a weird kind of high that came from being lightheaded whilst your core was heavy with the pleasure he was fucking into you. You feel a tear slip down your cheek absentmindedly. He barks another derogatory laugh.

“Look at you, so dumb on my cock. Just as dumb as this idiot in the corner who thought he could have you. But he can’t, no one else can. You are mine” he growls, his hips somehow snapping into you even harder.

More tears stream down your face, all the sensations beginning to overwhelm you. Your head was light and spinning, your neck sore from the way Druig was holding it. You could already feel the bruises on your cheeks. He was fucking into you so hard a slight pain settled between your legs, mixing in with the pleasure. You already knew you were gonna struggle walking out of here afterwards. And you knew Druig would love that.

“I’m not sure you even deserve to cum again after your attitude tonight” he grunts harshly.

You mewl and whine pathetically in response, your noise resembling something like a sob.

“Please” you cry.

You push against his hand, your face angling towards his neck. To your surprise he doesn’t stop you. Instead he moves his hand from your throat to settle around the back of your neck, holding you against him. You breath in deeply, letting the oxygen flow back through your body.

“Please sir, please let me cum” your voice is rough and raw from where he’d choked you.

You bury your head in his neck, kissing him desperately, tasting your own tears mixing with the sweat on his skin. You continue to beg and plead with him, murmuring into his skin in between the kisses. He’s still pounding into you harshly even as your body slumps weakly against him, your body already spent despite him not being finished. You weren’t even sure you could handle the incoming climax as it builds to a peak inside you.

“Fuck” he barks harshly as you continue to sob into his neck. “You know I can never say no to you little one."

It’s then that you feel his hand move off your hips as it finds its way between your bodies. His fingers start to circle your clit and your body practically convulses into a fit as your orgasm almost immediately breaks over you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock little one” he grunts into your ear as his hips and fingers work furiously in unison.

You cry into his neck as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tightly as only you could. Tears spill from your eyes and onto his skin as you mewl pathetically, your body spasming with the pleasure as he keeps moving inside you.

“Ah fuck, yes. You always squeeze me so good” he pants as his brutal rhythm finally falters. His hips stutter and finally still as you feel the hot ropes of his release paint the insides of your walls. His fingers dig into the back of your neck roughly as he ruts himself through his own release.

HIs fingers are still working on your clit as he slowly continues to thrust inside you. Your whole body starts to shake as he pushes you beyond the point of pleasure. It’s like your core tightens even further, twisting into a sharp coil as he pushes you over the edge again, another climax searing through you. This time you feel your release leak out of you, spilling onto your thighs and the counter beneath you.

“There’s a good girl” Druig half laughs as he finally slows his pace even more, removing his fingers from your clit.

You slump against his chest, letting him take your entire weight as you both pant heavily. He wraps both his arms around you and rubs your back softly, a sudden tenderness taking over him.

“Shh you’re okay. You did so well. You’re always so good for me” he hums gently into your hair, placing a kiss to your head.

You have only a moment to enjoy this softness before he’s suddenly yanking your hair again, once more tilting your head up to look at him. He looks at you before turning his head to look pointedly at the man still stood against the wall.

“But, if you ever pull that shit again with another man you’ll really be in for punishment. You hear me?"

His face is menacing as he looks back at you.

All you can do is nod meekly.

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Sersi returns the stare, unable to form the right words to respond to him. The short second pause was enough of an answer for him at the moment. Druig didn’t want to cause a scene, in spite of being beyond the wilderness already. He doesn’t wait for her to answer before turning around, facing right back at the entrance of his boxy wooden outhouse he had build with the villagers entrapped in the forest. His fingers waved, beckoning his friends to follow him to walk straight ahead. They all gathered inside, dramatically setting a more private overtone. “I know you guys hate it when I use my powers on these mortals... Or to anyone at all” Druig mocks, the latter part more subdued in tone, looking specifically at Sersi whom he had sensed became more fond of the human world and its population.  Privacy wasn’t an issue for them. They could take this impending discussion whenever and wherever they wanted to. His powers were one summon away from controlling the people working around their surroundings, so as they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop whatever concern they have to solve later on.  His friends took separate seats among the wooden benches laid all over across the room. Druig, however, still stood confidently, along the middle of the aisle where he could easily walk towards any one of them. “You’re the only one with the potential to put a Celestial to sleep,” Sersi explains. Druig’s head turns to her, face directly staring with a questioning raised brow. “And why would I want to participate in this? It’s essentially a suicide mission, if you ask me.” “We can’t do it without your help,” “Hmm...” “Come on, Druig. You’re better than this.” “Yeah, and I just learned my whole life, existence, and purpose was a lie as well. What will I gain from all of this?” Kingo cuts in the middle of the conversation, defending, “You’re really expecting something to benefit from this?” ”And why shouldn’t I?” He could see the rest of his friends practically look in disgust at him. “I don’t know... Probably saving the billions of people on this planet can clear out your conscience for once in a while. Maybe you could gain something from that,” Kingo continues his statement, imposing a guilt feeling that still wasn’t entirely apprehending nor convincing for their fellow mind controlling Eternal. “You’re sick,” Sersi spat out in distate, “you’ve barely changed at all.” “Yeah?” The tone is Druig’s voice steadily rises, bringing out a well embedded rage he had snubbed for the past few centuries while looking for a place to settle. “You’re all no different from me...” He adds, “You guys are just as selfish as you think of me as repulsive.” All of their expressions shift from being provoked to apologetic. Druig, and the rest of his friends, expected their ongoing argument would lead to this. No one could blame where he was coming from as well.  The room had been put into an awkward silence, which well enough spoke volume. For the most part, Druig took advantage of the situation, knowing well he wasn’t going to allow them to paint him utterly as the villain— for the second time. “Did I hit a nail?” He taunts to everyone, looking from one face of the room to the other.  For all the centuries that had passed, he learned that in times like this it was best to utilize the conversation to his own advantage. He couldn’t allow them to step on his own decisions anymore. He wouldn’t take its consequences. “Are you playing victim here, Druig?” Ikaris throws in, intrinsically adding fuel to the fire. “Fuck off.”  “Looks like I hit a nerve as well—” “Okay! Calm down!” If it weren’t for Kingo and Gil, Druig definitely would’ve stormed to beat Ikaris in the face. But he was held back, instantly deliberating that a fight against him wouldn’t be worth it.  “Let’s all not get on each other’s throats now,” Sersi calls out, realizing it was best that they were to step in and be the bigger person in this. It was the only way to settle a truce. “Druig, we’re really sorry.”  “Yeah?” He scoffs. “Yes—” “Sorry doesn’t fucking cover it.” Sersi, much like the rest, looks taken aback by his reaction. “Now you’re just acting childish.” “Welcome to my world,” he sardonically retorts, “it’s all going to go downhill here and thereon.” No one wanted to speak up. Not for the fear of how their friend would react again, but because of the realization that they’re slowly and emphatically starting to understand where Druig was coming from— not out of spite, but from hurt. “Now you guys want my help to save something dearest to you?” Druig bellows, “You’re now only understanding what it feels like to fear losing something or someone you value profoundly?” “...Where was all of this centuries ago?” His voice dims, almost cracking, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of them for that hint of weakness he had just played out. Close as she can get, Sersi tried to place a consoling hand on his shoulder but was immediately dismissed with a shake. “We thought that during that time, it was for the best. But we do regret what we did.” “Oh spare me the pity, Sersi. Your judgment has been biased ever since then. You pretend you're morally correct only when you think it can be used to your own advantage or personal benefit. You never considered nor compromised with me at all!” Druig didn’t try to cover his indisposition anymore. He had no one to hide his pain from. He looks up with weak mournful eyes before saying, “... I hope all of you never get to bear the torment of emotions on how it feels like to be helpless and lost.” ⌞ °   •        •   °   ⌟ 5000 BC Mesopotamia. Druig was beguiled the moment you, along with the rest of the Eternals have departed from inside the Domo. Between both your first encounter with each other, you caught him for staring longer than usual, returning with a quick glance and smile. Both of you shared the small points in time just as human civilization was still underdeveloped. Most of the mortals in the planet lived off from fishing, solely finding motif to survive— nothing more or less. He made sure to look after you. Both by making sure you were never placed in grave danger from Deviants, as well as welcoming himself into your thoughts. He never wanted to sense torment from you, because he would feel the same agony too. For most of the premature years the Eternals shared on Earth, all of you had to wield different powers granted by the Celestial Arishem. Committing to the chore of protecting people from Deviant was embedded into your mind. It was the only path given to the entire crew, and none of you knew better than to obey. For the betterment of mankind, per se. Soon enough, all your powers started to reveal their uniqueness amongst the others. This granted more potential to compromise as a team, knowing well each Eternal was gifted, yet none of you considered yourselves to be better than the other. Ajak had regenerating powers aside from her abilities to communicate with powerful Celestials. Phastos was literally a king of technological advancements. Kingo manipulates cosmic energies within the tips of his fingers. Sprite could form illusions no matter the range. Thena summons any weapon in the palm of her hand. Gil basically had an iron fist with super strength abilities. Sersi transforms any inanimate shapes of matter into another element. Ikaris had flight and laser beams shooting from his sight. And Druig was able to control the minds whoever and whenever he wanted to.  You learned that your own sets of powers authorized you to manipulate force gravities, specifically dark and negative powers. You could still control your abilities within broad daylight, but you realized you could only reach your powers maximum potential when compromised with negative forces.  It initially seemed like a curse. Why give someone the power that seems fundamentally antagonistic? You badly wanted to adapt to your group. Matching their own energies as they learn their own combative skills and power moves. In view point, after learning the origins of dark arts, you could essentially posses certain gravitational and extra dimensional energies— majorly discerned in highly opaque areas that equate to the void. It enabled you to channel certain types of dark shadows into your systematic strength; furthermore, allowing you to manipulate time, emotions, and common objects either inanimate or living. For the mean time, you watched your group save hundreds of individuals as the years go by and population tends to increase. While you didn’t try to get under the pressure of being compared to them, you felt more and more helpless. Seeing that as you feel one step closer to getting to know your powers, you simultaneously appear three steps behind on the capability the rest of the Eternals had. Each of them grew mightier and fiercer.  But you still felt leashed under to your own abilities. You did help as much as you could, in ways such as creating destructive pain to Deviants clashing in the middle of the way. Being a walking ball of darkness felt like a threatening title that you yourself had no constraint over. “That’s enough,” Ajak practically had to call your attention and your focus hardly yielded to it. “I said that’s enough,” She had to repeat it twice before finally summoning you back distinctly. The glow in your eyes faded away, only drifting back into reality when your head turned to her. You looked in front seeing a Deviant completely abolished into pieces, barely even recognizing how disfigured it turned out to be. You didn’t know how much of your power was used against it nor how strong it affected the destruction process.  Everyone shared glances, back and forth, between you and the Deviant you demolished lifelessly and brutally.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t...” you frowned, nearly tearing up at how wicked you appeared to them amidst the fight, “I don’t know what got into me.” Even more, what you realized was that, for most times during battles, you get carried away while bringing about your abilities. It was as if your magical powers were using you, instead of the opposite. * “Are you feeling better?” You spotted nobody except for Druig, who came to look after you took some time to take flight somewhere a bit farther across the location the Domo was stationed on. The sky was dark and you were relying in front on the fire you made to illuminate your surroundings. You hated starting straight in the night sky. It felt like you were gazing directly at something that resembles yourself. And it didn’t leave a great sense of esteem, more on feeling sick to your gut. “Yeah,” you respond. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He remains distant, standing meters away with his arms tucked behind his figure.  “Why?” He takes a few steps closer before shrugging. “Figured you needed the company.” You didn’t reply. Not knowing if he was right or that you actually wanted to be alone for the mean time. However, Druig takes the silence as a form of agreement. Before you had the will to tell him to scram, he takes the vacant spot next to you and positions himself to a sitting position alike yours.  You didn’t feel the need to talk. Originally you were already enjoying the silence by yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be forced to harm someone within the vicinity, knowing there weren’t any mortals within a mile away. But Druig decided otherwise.  “Did you know I can read minds as well?” Your face remained unimpressed, but you kindly did return the conversation. “I didn’t yet I’m not surprised. That must seem nice.” “It does. I’m still adjusting to my telepathic abilities.” He smiles. “Well, I’m happy for you.” And you did genuinely mean it. “Really?” He prods, “Because I sense more worry from you. Do you mean it?” “I'm telling the truth, Druig...” you’re taken aback at his hesitance. You appreciated the concern, but at the same time you didn’t want anyone dictating your emotions.  You further explain, “Being happy doesn’t mean you can’t feel sadness too. I’m sure you can feel both at once.” Druig raises his chin slightly, taking in what you said and then agreeing, “Point taken.” As if he had learned something new tonight. And he was glad he picked it off from you. “...Well then, what are you sad about?” “Did you really just come find me only to pry at my thoughts and feelings? That isn’t very nice of you,” you scowl instinctively. You weren’t consciously thinking straight when you decided to call him out instantly like that. You liked to blame it on your powers and its tendencies to bring out the savage parts of you— but you knew well than to make excuses for it. Instead, it sends you spiraling into worry. Knowing you’re still too weak to handle the darkness. “My mistake. I never intended to pry,” he apologizes, “I just hate seeing you underrate yourself like this.” “Like what?” “I can sense your emotions from a mile away, darling.”  Internally, you freeze at his endearment. You maintained a scowl, thankful that he wouldn’t see you fluster over him because of the nightfall. “Isn’t that being invasive?” You clarified, but the tone in your voice was more curious than it was irritated. “Not if you’re the one manifesting your own feelings. You’re practically a beaming ray of distress,” he says, “I’m just concerned for you.” Momentarily you frown, unaware that the negative energy radiates stronger than you expected. Not only has it swathed over you, but it has also began reaching to the others in the group. You warily nod at his explanation. “Hmm... I guess I appreciate the gesture.” Druig smiles, finally pleased at the progress of you slowly welcoming him into your thoughts. “Now,” he leads off, “care to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” * From thereon you started opening up to him more. He was the only person who truly showed how he wanted to understand you more, having to do with not only your powers but getting to know your personality as well. On top of it, he didn’t leave the discourse completely one sided. In exchange with your ideas and sentiments, he introduced the potentials of what his power holds. From time to time, he gains more information from you which he always deems significant. By letting yourself pour out the concealed internal struggles you had, the weight forcing against your chest felt lighter than before. The more it boosted your esteem and confidence, the less you feared the darkness swirling in your core. Not once did Druig make you feel like you were seen as someone tied alongside a demonic figure. Contrast to it, he actually helped you differentiate yourself from it. He sensed that you’ve always linked yourself beneath its shadows, which was why you seemed manipulated by it. You didn’t suffer as much as you did before. Seen as someone to be feared. Your dark forced sorcery didn’t define who you were wholly anymore. You, instead, started to feel like you belonged with the group. Much more accepting yourself too.  Both of you were laying flat on the sand— closely beside one another, the back of your heads resting on your palms with shoulders stretched and elbows resting— while watching the stars above the night sky. This has become your usual routine ever since that night he approached you.  Fortunately, a lot has changed in the course of time. You were rational— almost entirely clearheaded nowadays, barely fearing the absence of light like how you did years ago. You found comfort in the magic you were gifted with. “So you’re telling me, you've been helping me control my powers?” Your eyes broke off from staring above, face turning to the side to look at Druig. You were all in smiles as years pass by, seeing the drastic impact he has over you. He nods with a humbling smile, “Yes.” “Are you putting me like under your mind control spells? Or is it rather different than your usual capabilities?” “It’s hard to explain. But I promise I’m not mind controlling you completely, just a part of your brain to help keep yourself curb with the void.” “Should I take that as a good or bad thing?” “Depends...” He beckons, “What do you think?” From his side, your voice softens as you inch your face closer to him. “I think...” “...It’s a good thing,” you whisper, delighted at last before sealing the gap between the pairs of your lips.

1521 AD Tenochtitlan.  Compared to the beginning of civilization, humans have advancement by this time, specifically with their weapons. Emotions have developed both positively and negatively. Love grew evident, taking part of the beauty and appreciation between humans and the things that surround them. It allowed development and collaborations, leading to underlying factors such as attraction, protection, intensity, and trust. All these sinking not only to mortals but to the Eternals as well— especially intimacy and codependency. On the other hand, the dark side also had its chance to arise along with it. There have been hindrances caused by jealousy, pride, and greed. This has introduced the concept of war and murder, which were truly heartbreaking to watch from a perspective.  None of you could interfere, as per the Celestials commands. The torment affected Druig. And the darkness slowly returned to devour you too.  Ironically, your mental state began to degrade from your intense fear for what may blindly come at you. But Druig became more and more unhinged, acknowledging that he can feel your emotions together with the humans by tenfold. “It hurts,” you cry. Tears were barely forming around your eyes, but your throat and upper body felt like it was being clawed into pieces. Both of you were hiding in the middle of the forest, unexpected of how the night was going to unfold prior to this. You gripped around his wrist, nails almost digging into his skin forming crescent marks he had dealt with from you before. Your chest tightened, barely allowing you to breath as you tried your best to control the negative forces that had been emanating since the start of warfare among the land.  “I know,” he grieves for everyones pain. “Please help me make it stop.” Your eyes pleading at his while he frowns. “I need you.” Druig hesitated for a moment, though eventually and willfully taking it as an opportunity to confuse your vulnerability and attachment as permission to assume control. He wanted to make up an excuse. The darkness you were exhibiting was muddling with his own demons, tempting to expose his deepest and darkest secrets to the surface like bait. He didn’t want to see you writhing in anguish and panic anymore. And he felt you didn’t wish for the suffering anymore either. You were spiraling into a rabbit hole of a mess as your face could barely look straight back at Druig, absurdly turning from one side to another while you screamed. Your brain felt like it was being smashed forcibly and horribly into a pulp. Druig had no other choice than to distract you from the discomfort. He took your vulnerable state to his full advantage. His fingers enclosed around your wrists, pinning them down to the ground, then goes on top of you, his strength trying to match with your manic state— almost entirely restraining your body. He tries to use his powers, eyes instantly illuminating to gold trying to get into the depths of your thoughts and finally authorize his control. The surge of power dominates him like a quench of thirst in a hot desert region. He never expected it would feel like this. Though he wouldn’t deny the fact that he had been dreaming for a moment like this to come along. Between the two of you, sharing this point affliction and pain had become something sacred. There was passionate level of exchange in intimacy Druig couldn’t elaborate thoroughly. He was just thankful that his powers were effective on your struggle. “Please…” The shift in your voice was clear, tears slowly blur your vision before spilling down your cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.” Your sobs weren’t direct to the pain your powers were causing anymore. Druig knew that. He detected every inch of your thoughts, much so what you felt. Yet he made sure you weren’t the one deciding for yourself anymore. He waited for years. Anticipated that you would actually get better. Maybe both of you could rule the world with your powers combined. For all that, he was disappointed that he never helped unveil your maximum potential on your own. Though it wasn’t a problem for him. He’s been patient up until this point. You needed him. Completely.  Your tears were for him now.  “I’m hurt that you would think of me that way, darling,” he whispers, face leaning overly close to your ear. “I’m trying to help you here.” He’s steadily overpowering you and you felt ashamed that you couldn’t defend your feelings nor your body beneath him. You didn’t know if you wanted this, everything was seemed messy and you weren’t in the headspace for anything that happens further. Did you really wanted this? Was this for the best? Does Druig intend on helping you manage the pain? No matter how much you pondered over this scene, it doesn’t negate the fact that you’re too late to change what may come along. Your gut felt disgusted and he probably had figured that out. He gives you a look that twists your stomach like a knife that has impaled through it. Like you really had hurt his feelings by doubting him and his actions. But you didn’t want this... Or did you? “I’m s-sorry!” You bleat. His hands sneak under your aztec skirt. The length of it dropping down to your ankles. But he didn’t so much as struggle when his fingers settled to draw it upwards over your abdomen, exposing the skin of your lower body— defenseless and bare. He ensures to peel off any articles of clothing that comes across his way. “You can be difficult to deal with sometimes; you know that right?” His voice just as smooth as his movements. His body setting apart a wide space between your inner thighs he can welcome himself in. “...You’re really, really fortunate to have me. Lots of other people wouldn’t put up with you like this— always being emotional and out of control. You’re lucky I’m the only person left who can understand why you act this way.” Eventually, your headspace became more and more unstable. Thoughts were too clouded, barely registering if who was right between you and Druig. All that you could do was surrender yourself physically to him, hoping that eventually the mental anguish can compensate for the trauma. His lips plant soft kisses on the crook of your neck, conflicting from the aggressiveness he’s exhibiting as he groped and grasped your hips down to the ground. “Oh, poor thing,” he cooed, “Writhing little mess.” You didn’t know why you haven’t blacked out from all this. You were terrified and your mind wanted to shut down badly. Albeit, you figured it was Druig mind controlling you not to pass out from any of this. He didn’t want you to miss out seeing him harness his powers over you. “Seeing you getting you worked up over this,” he groans before sliding himself inside your cunt. “Fuck you’re so hot.”  Instinctively, your arms extend and hands reach to grip over his shoulders. Your eyes flutter at the pace of his thrusts and hips slamming against yours. You wanted to seal your eyes shut from all the pleasurable sensations. You didn’t want to look at him in the eye, ashamed of how your body was reacting agreeably to his touch. The air was cold, but the exchange between your bodies felt heated. You were confused, wanting to vomit. Forcing your body to squirm further beneath him, you tried to gather enough strength to push him off, or at get away from his chokehold. But you failed, miserably while at it. Dried leaves rustling around as it served as a cushion from the rocky ground. He pins you down with a weight, trying to simmer you down from your state of horror.  “Shh, shh.” He mumbles into your cheek, “I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t you trust me...” “Druig, please—” The back of your throat felt like it was set on fire. “...I trust you— so fucking much,” he groans, pacing a relentless rhythm as he bucks his hips back and forth.  Your lips quivered at the sight of him. He continues to chase his release, leaving sloppy kisses under your jaw. His hand curls around your waist, finishing inside you with a pained moan.  “You’re alright. I understand better than anyone else.” “I’m scared.” “You don’t have to be,” he consoles, “you have everything you need. Me.” You swore you heard him say, “You’re mine” somewhere along the line. But it didn’t help ease the feeling that you felt trapped. Again. Just like how you were under your powers before. You gasp for breaths, hands falling beside on the ground with fingers twitching. Your ears rang before darkness swarms all over your vision and sets in. * Druig stares at your unconscious body. Collapsed from the shock he had put you in.  He felt guilty. Deserved to be. But he knew everything came at a cost. He was doing this for the best. You were never going to value yourself as much as he did. No one will be willing enough to show you what you can and can’t do. Only he had the power over you and he surely claimed those rights long ago before anyone realized it. He patiently waited for this time to come. He didn’t expect it to come so soon, honestly, maybe anticipating it after a few thousand more years or so. But he was thankful nonetheless.  All Druig wanted to do know was escape, together carrying your lifeless figure. Both of you could rule your own little civilization without the rest of the Eternals hindering authority.  What he didn’t expect was Thena suffering under Mahd Wy'ry simultaneously from the time he plans both your exit. He was so distracted from getting you under his control that he didn’t realize that the Goddess of War had created a commotion just a few miles away from where he held you down. It was doomed fate. Sersi found him first, exhausted and out of breath carrying your body in front with both his arms supporting your back and legs. ”What are you doing?” She asks He didn’t mean to drop you to the ground. But he knew he was outnumbered if he decided to put up a fight. Neither was Sersi imperceptive of what was happening. Druig always felt her suspicious on him, especially whenever he became too fond of you prior to these years. He was so close to having it all. He didn’t know what part of his plan went wrong. And it just went downhill from there. “What did you do, Druig?” ⌞ °   •        •   °   ⌟ Present Day Amazon “So do we have a deal?” He puts forward in front of the familiar faces that brings about the feeling of betrayal from centuries ago. “Fine.” Sersi hesitates, reflecting if she will regret this decision later on. Druig could hear her thoughts loud and clear. He was waiting for her to willingly make up her mind, just to save him for future trouble and to avoid history from repeating itself— like what happened back in Tenochtitlan. The other Eternals watch as she deliberately makes the decision for them, as an entire group. He didn’t want any of them interfering with his future plans from here on and out. All he looked forward to now was seeing your face without the strain of hiding.  “We won’t hold you back after you’ve helped us put the Celestial to sleep,” she says. He didn’t have to fear anyone and you were under no one’s control anymore. Only his, under him.  “We have a deal.”

a/n: thank you for reading! this has got to be one of my favorite works. dark force manip was a star wars reference and im an avid fan of the franchise! (kylo ren wh*re here) hope you liked this one! it was really heavy in plot and conflict. i love reading novels and i tried to add my own literary devices in my writing— just starting off by druig being an unreliable narrator! there were so many concepts intentionally left unelaborated and ambigious <3 i made sure reading this felt like riding a rollercoaster. did you feel bad for druig at first? how dark did you expect his corrupt alter ego would present as? 

he would 100% do it after edging you for a long time.

…..

he ruins your orgasm for the millionth time and you’re a complete mess. tears running down your cheeks and whispered pleas of mercy fall from your lips. it may look as though you’ve completely submitted to him. but you’ve still got a spark of brattiness left

he looks at you with mock pity. his eyes sparkling gold, daring you to disobey him.

“oh i’m sorry, did you want something?”

he said sarcastically. with that stupidly attractive smirk of his.

and then you say something bratty and lowkey uncalled for like calling him short or something😭

(idk i don’t like being mean so you can come up with your own snarky come back if you want lol)

and he just snaps.

you feels a warm comforting sensation spread through your body as he slips into your mind. he has you completely under his control.

he spreads your legs and ties your wrists to the head board.

he slaps your cunt repeatedly, hard. you cant stop the noises that leave your mouth. druig made sure of that. but even if he wasn’t controlling your mind, you’re not so sure you would have wanted to keep quite.

he spanks your clit until you cum. the pleasure unbearable. too much and yet not enough. unable to close your legs he continues his movements and overstimulates you into oblivion and you squirt all over him in the bed.

you whimper out apologies about the mess you’ve made. he doesn’t stop slapping your pussy as he hovers over you, kissing and biting your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t apologize for something I wanted you to do. Use your brain for once, you really think I’d let you ruin my favorite sheets on accident. nuh uh baby, you’ll take what I give you and you’ll do it like a good girl or your cunt won’t be the only thing getting slapped tonight. So why don’t you just sit there and look pretty for me? Is that dumb brain of yours comprehending anything i’m saying right now? mmm that’s what I thought. It’s okay angel, Iove how stupid you are for me.”

Once he’s finished with you he stands up, pulling up his jeans and securing his belt. grabbing his boots and tying them lazily. He grabs his button up dress shirt that has been thrown haphazardly across the room. Not bother to put it on he slings it over his shoulder.

He lights a cigarette and takes a drag, tilting his back to blow smoke up into the air. he sighs contentedly.

you’re staring at him, waiting patiently for him to come free you from the uncomfortable position.

he’s released your mind, the only thing restraining you bring the rope keeping keeping your wrists tightly bound to the head board.

he smirks, letting his eyes run up and down your body as he admires you like you’re art. a pathetic piece of art that’s currently covered in bite marks and his cum.

he walks over to you, his footsteps echoing across the now silent room.

“you want me to untie you angel?”

He says softly. His voice laced with a gentle sweet tone you’d never heard his use before.

You nod cautiously, feeling flustered by this new side of his. The tears that had been steadily flowing had begun to dry. leaving your eyes glossy and lips swollen.

“Yes please.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘finish your sentence’

“Yes please sir.”

left your mouth as though it was second nature.

If someone had told you that you would ever use those three words to address Druig you would have laughed in their face. but it was different now, you could feel it.

Things were changing.

He laughed appreciatively at your words and knelt down next to you.

His hand cradled the side of your face guiding you to look at him. His eyes flickered to your lips as you nuzzled further into his touch.

He took another drag from his cigarette, maintaining eye contact while he did so. He tilted you chin up, forcing your lips to part. He took advantage of the small gasp that left you. And exhaled the smoke from his cigarette into your open mouth. His lips brushing yours as he did so, crashing your lips together in a kiss that was worth a thousand words.

When he pulled back you were panting, lips still parted as you stared up at him dumbly. He smiled again, that familiar glint of mischief evident in his smirk.

You looked completely fucked out. He loved it.

“mmm it’s a shame really. you look so pretty like this, honestly i’d be doing the world a disservice if i simply untied you right away. no i think i’ll let you figure that out yourself. you’re a big girl right? i mean, that’s what you tell yourself. here’s your chance, prove it.”

Sarcasm dripped from his words and you felt that all to familiar anger rise in you. that sweet caring Druig hadn’t been real, simply an act to make you think there was hope for the two of you.

“Druig please just-”

He tutted disapprovingly.

“Thought you would have learned by now? It’s sir. Why can’t you remember that? It’s honestly adorable how stupid you are.”

He spoke.

“Fuck you.”

You snapped at him.

He laughed and shook his head. He lifted the cigarette to his lips as he looked down at you, you were beneath him. Both literally and figuratively, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

“Darling I just did? You really that desperate for my cock?”

Tears filled your eyes again, why oh why did you have to fall for the men who treated you like shit but fucked you like a god.

“Crying again? Wow you really are pathetic. You’re lucky brain dead sluts are my type.”

He exhaled another breath from his cigarette. It was almost out, only burnt ash remaining as the embers drew closer to the filter between his finger tips.

You realized this just as he did. What you failed to notice was the hungry look in his eyes as he settled on what to do.

And with one last hit the cigarette was out. He brought his hand down from his lips. The finished cigarette held between his fingers.

He casually brought fourth his hand and tapped the filter. The remaining cigarette ash falling and landing on your body. You gasped at the sensation, the ash was cold now having been burnt out for awhile. But it was the action itself that finally broke you. More of your tears fell as he rolled his eyes exasperatedly. The smile on his face indicated he was proud of himself for turning you into, not only a fuck toy but also his own person ash tray.

He checked to make sure the flame had completely died out and then flicked the filter. It landed on your stomach. and you whimpered at how degrading his actions were. fuck, why were you into this?

You shut your eyes, desperately trying not to let him see your tears. Knowing that they’d just spur him on.

He took another look at you.

And decided to finish his art.

He leaned over you, his face coming right next to yours as he whispered in your ear.

“You know this is all your good for. Don’t you?”

And despite the little voice inside your head screaming at you to tell him off. You nodded pathetically.

“Good girl.”

He whispered and promptly spit on your face and walked away.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He called over his shoulder as she shut the door, locking it from the outside.

Leaving you tied to his bed, unable to move your wrists from the rope keeping you securely in places

The evidence of your orgasm covered your thighs and the sheets below you. The rest of your face and body covered in his spit, cum, and cigarette ash.

Covered in him.

You were right about things changing. You just weren’t so sure if it was for the better. He’d made you his, you belonged to him.

But he was Druig and he belonged to nobody. Not even you.

I’m going to ruin that bastards entire fucking life.

You thought to yourself. The wheels in your mind starting to turn. A little ash wasn’t going to stop you from planning his downfall.

“Fuck it.”

You thought…finally deciding on what to do.

You were gonna make him pay, and it was going to feel fucking fantastic.

All you needed was a pair of handcuffs, a hotel room, a pack of Marlboro reds, and phone.

It was time to call in that favor Matt owed you.

And god knows he’s going to enjoy this just as much as you.

……………….. ……………….. ……………….. ……………….. …………

✧₊⁎🩰♡🕊˚✧₊⁎

PART TWO…

OOPS I WROTE A MINI FIC IDK HOW THIS HAPPENED

also this is my first semi-dark fic??? sorry if it sucks! also it’s not proof read.

everything written in this story was consensual!! tagging for dub-con just in case!

aghhhhgg

xoxo,

allie🕊

tagging some ppl i think might be into this! ahhhh!!

— 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.

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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.

“And y’know if anyone had laid a hand on you, I would- well, I mean, I guess you get the idea,” Druig completed his thought as he tugged you by the hips to turn towards the complex.

You just hummed in response, still lost in your mind as the minutes dragged on. As Druig practically carried your dead weight, you remembered how much you hated getting drunk when he was around. Somehow, no matter how much he did drink, he was never as intoxicated as you were. Sometimes you swore that he would just act like it, pretending that he had half a pint to many before sweeping you back to share a bed for the night.

Before you could fully comprehend your surroundings, Druig had managed to get both of you back inside your apartment and strip you of your winter coat. He helped you onto a stool and set a glass of water in front of you, “Finish that before I get back from the restroom.”

Keeping your silent tongue, you nodded and grabbed at the glass. With a blink, he was gone from view and you were left with the sound of the clock ticking. Your eyes flickered up to it and watched as the seconds hand passed by so slowly, but you still couldn’t grasp it with the feeling of time slipping through your finger tips. The tips of your fingers padded softly against the counter until they came in contact with glass… or a phone screen.

Mistaking it for your own, you tapped at it lightly which caused it to illuminate with a picture of you laughing with Druig’s head resting in the crook of your neck. It was taken nearly two years ago now, but Druig still looked the same, even wearing his familiar leather jacket. A soft smile crept onto your face at the thought of him thinking about you when he left for lengths of time.

All your panic seemed to evaporate from your body as the screen dimmed again. Maybe your drunk thoughts had gotten to your head. Yet the relief washed away with the chime of a text the light his screen once again. You knew that it might be an invasion of privacy to look, but you still brought the phone up at the level of your eyes to read the message better.

Makkari: Sersi wants to talk. Please, just answer her calls. It’s about that girl. She really wants to fix things.

The air left your lungs as a chill ran down your spine. You felt frozen inside yourself, but your body began to react for you. Without thought, you set Druig’s phone back down and dumped the cup of water in the sink before taking off to your room. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the sink running and knew he would be coming out at any moment. So you pulled yourself into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

As your body went limp against the door, knocks echoed against your back as an accented voice called out to you, “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?… I need you to open the door so I can make sure your okay… C’mon, love, just unlock the door and it’ll be so much easier…”

Still, with your mind still foggy and unclear, you shouted the first thing that came to mind, “No! Go and… go and see, Sersi! I bet she’ll want to talk to you.”

All went silent on the other side of the door, and it was deafening. A sick feeling washed over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood from a sudden chill, and you scurried away from the door. You did everything in your power to create as much distance between you and the door, a strange sort of… fear clutching to your skin.

“(Y/N),” His voice with a horrendous calm sang out through the door, “Open the door and we can talk about this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you thought about your next move, but your mind still failed you, “No.”

Everything went dark as specks of gold danced in your vision. It felt like you had been caught in the dreamworld your mind had come up with. Yet just as soon as you had entered, your normal vision splotched in until you could see Druig in the frame of the door. His face held the same calm as in his tone, yet his eyes told a different story. He looked down at your cowering position near the bed, and all you could ponder is how he managed to get inside without breaking down your door.

With two long strides, Druig was next to you, crouching down just above your level. He raised a hand and attempted to graze his knuckles against your cheeks; yet you flinched away, causing him to frown further, “why did you look at my phone, dear?”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was the other woman?” You spat back at him. A new surge of anger and power ran through your body. With a great force, you shoved Druig’s chest and used the space to get back up to your feet. However, he was able to regain his balance with ease and now looked at you eye to eye.

“You are not the other woman. If you would just let me explain, I-“

“No! You don’t ‘get to explain’ shit! Because deep down I’ve always sort of known that I wasn’t enough for you. If I was, you wouldn’t disappear and expect me to just stay like some sort of dog! I have wasted years of my life just waiting for you and for what reason… what- what reason?” Your brows furrowed as you wondered the answer to your own question. You had tried to move before but there was always some sort of mental block. Pieces started to fit together and even if the whole picture wasn’t coming together, you had enough sense to get the hell away from him, “I don’t know what you’ve done or been doing to me. But I’m done. Get out.”

Druig stood frozen in place, absorbing everything you had just said along with your body language. He could tell that you were trying to make sense of years being under his control, but he knew if he came forward about it, then he would truly loose you.

“Didn’t you here me,” You stomped towards him, shoving him in the direction of the door, “get out!”

He caught your wrists as you raised a fist, pain written on both of your faces. Druig’s eyes searched your own, watching you try to connect dots to create a constellation neither of you had ever seen, “No.”