#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.

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!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't have to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So where were we going?"

___

After a hard and unhappy relationship with your ex, you decided to seek some mental help. He left you feeling really bad about yourself and depressed. Going to therapy was honestly such a great idea and you thanked yourself because you soon started to feel way better. You finally felt like you could talk to someone about your problems without having to feel like you’re inconveniencing whoever is listening. At least your therapist got paid for listening to you. Druig was just so good at doing his job, he made it feel like you were someone he actually cared about but he was just doing his job. He was also extremely attractive and you would be lying if you said you didn’t think of him often, but he would never go for a damaged girl like you. Or so you thought.

When you got to his office, the receptionist walked you into the session room, gesturing you to sit and she explained that he was running a little late but that he would be in in a couple minutes. You thanked her and sat on the comfy chair and waited for Druig to come in. You often wondered what kind of mental problems he had, or if he even had any considering he’s a physiologist. Getting up you decided to stroll around the room, and looked outside the polarized window. Moving on to his desk you noticed that there was sticky note on his computer that had todays date and your name on it…with a heart next to it. In a second you felt your ears start to burn and it spread across your face. Why was there a heart next to your name? Did he like you? Did he think you were cute? Does he do this to other patients? Your mind was all over the place and you felt way too excited.

“you’re a curious little kitty today, aren’t you?” Druig chuckled making you snap up and around. Fuck. How embarrassing for someone to catch you snooping around. Specially for that someone to be Druig. “I-I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed. I needed a pen a-and” Druig smiled and walked towards you taking your hand in his. “Oh y/n…don’t worry you’re not doing anything wrong no need to apologize. What did we discuss in our last session..” he asked taking your hand in his. “You don’t need to apologize over silly things” you repeated looking down at his hand. He took your chin with his index and middle finger and lifted your face slowly. “No you silly girl. Yoouuuu don’t have to apologize for little things.” He mocked letting you go and asked for you to sit as he sat down too.

“Now let’s get started. Well first let me apologize for being late, I was taking care of something personal” he said taking a deep breath and readjusting himself. “Problems?” You asked curiously. “No not at all. Well, it was but it’s not a problem anymore. I just had to set up some cameras in my house but theyre a lot harder to set up when you don’t hire a professional to do it” he explained. “But enough about me, how’s my favorite human doing” he said getting his pen and pad ready. Uugghhh he’s so cute you thought to yourself , and favorite human??? I think yes. He chuckled at himself and cleared his throat to try and mask his action.

“Favorite human huh? You’re too kind. Well…I’ve been good everything is pretty much the same except that I recently started to read more. Ive been reading some romantic novels. I know probably not the best idea ever but I find those really comforting.” Druig paused his writing and nodded looking up at you with a smile “that’s good Y/n..I’m glad you’re finding new ways to exercise your mind…I know what you went through with your piece of shit Boyfriend so it’s only normal to gravitate to something safe like that….what kind of romantic novels are they?” He asked. You paused trying to think of something. Telling the truth was not an option you didn’t want to say it. “Just like regular romance stuff, nothing too kinky” Druig noticed how you fidgeted with your nails and how you were avoiding eye contact. “Let me ask you again, but this time don’t lie” he commanded. “I don’t feel comfortable sharing.” You answered “it’s embarrassing”. Druig chuckled as to lighten the mood, “no problem hun, you’ll tell me eventually..or I’ll have to force it out of you…now..let’s move on”. You laughed at his threat thinking nothing of it. The rest of your session went by pretty smoothly and you wanted to ask about the sticky note but then you would only expose yourself. He’d think you were definitely snooping around if you brought it up. But why a heart, you though.

“That’s all the time we have for now y/n. Same time next week, I’ll have our front lady give you the reminder card” Druig stood up and gave you your weekly hug. You often wondered if he was like this to everyone. What if he was just too much a flirt? You didn’t like that idea. “What’s wrong sweetpea? Youre not giving me the strength I need from you” he asked peeling away. “Sorry im just a little too perceptive today. But it’s nothing really. I’ll see you next week okay?” You explained reaching for your belongings and you started to walk away, but his hand halted you from going any further. “One more hug, please. For the road?” his beautiful eyes were so mesmerizing, how could you even resist this. “Okay” you giggled and soon the both of you were intertwined once more. His eyes changed and he was back in the familiar space of your head. Reading you from the inside and looking for the answer he needed. Once you broke the hug, he looked at you with soft and kind eyes, smiled at the thought that your feelings for him only got stronger with every seed he planted in your head. “I know you saw that note y/n..…I look forward to seeing you next week, darling” He whispered caressing your face before leaving the room.

You froze in embarrassment, not knowing what to do. Would he bring it up in next weeks session? Your phone rang and you saw it was your best friend.

“Hello?”

“Y/n! I got let out early today from work. Let’s meet up at the Starbucks near your house.”

“Yes that’s perfect I gotta tell you something and I need your opinion. I’ll be there in 10”

“Uuu yesss. See you then”

~~~~~~

After you two met up and discussed the whole situation with your therapist, she had quite a bit to say.

“You have free will. You will do what your heart wants you to do but this isn’t right. Yes he’s obviously a sexy mother fucker but this chemistry that you two have must be addressed outside of the therapy room. This isn’t professional and you have to realize that this is happening IN therapy he’s taking advantage of your mental state with all this touchy feely gig” your friend explained. “I know, I just can’t bring myself to act on it.” You murmured. “Maybe you can get another therapist?” She suggested. The thought of not seeing him often made you heart hurt. You looked forward to seeing him but maybe she was right, you were definitely attached to him and you looked too much into his actions. “I guess so” you sighed. That night you went to bed and contemplated how you were going to break it to Druig in the next and last session. Would he be offended ? You weren’t sure if you were doing the right thing but your best friend did make sense. But you still weren’t 100% sure. You rehearsed what you wanted to say in front of your bedroom mirror over and over again each night. When it was time for bed you got your water from the pitcher on your nightstand and took some sleep medicine to help you on those days that you just couldn’t shut your mind down.

~~~~~~~~~A week later ~~~~~~

You entered the facility and you mentally repeated what you were going to say today. Your heart raced every step of the way, and it almost jumped out when you were brought into Druigs room and he was already there waiting for you. He did not seem happy and chipper like he usually was, he was sort of…mad. Fuck why today, you thought to yourself.

“Welcome back Y/n. How have you been” he asked with no emotion, not even bothering to look at you. “Im good, hey are you okay? You seem upset?” You asked sitting down. He lifted his stare from his pad to yours and back to his pad. “Im fine. Let’s get started” as the session went on there was tension and he treated you so…professionally. You didn’t like it one bit and you even got mad, but maybe this is what you needed to break it to him. As you two were finishing up you stated, “This is actually my last session here at your office. I’m feeling much better and you’ve been a great help, thank you for that.” He scoffed, “What why? You’re not ready to leave my care. You haven’t improved as much as I need you to. I’ll see you again next week, okay?” he said snapping back into his old self as if he wasn’t just mad. “ I feel better now. There’s no point in me coming back if I feel better” you answered. “DONT do this Y/n. I need you to feel better. You will only feel better if I help you through it. Don’t you want me to take care of you? To help you? I only want what’s best for you” He said almost whispering so no one could hear him. “I..I I don’t know” you stammered. Maybe he did care for you like he said. But you weren’t sure anymore. “I’ll think about it” you added. Druigs anger started to bubble up and he decided to walk away from you, he then slammed his fist on a near by drawer making it crack from the bottom. “Why are you so ungrateful. Am I not doing enough? I just want to make you feel good y/n, you’re literally my favorite person ever. Do you hate me?” He asked with tears in his eyes and he turned around to wipe them away.

Something about seeing him crying snapped something inside you. You went to him fast and hugged him from behind. “I’m sorry Druig, I’m sorry, I just thought it would be better for me to find another person to talk to. You make me feel confused and it was getting hard to see through your actions and what you meant by them. I’m sorry. I’ll be back next week okay? Please don’t cry” you begged hugging him tighter. You didn’t want to disappoint him, and seeing him cry because of you was something you didn’t want to see again. Druig smiled. Everything is coming together, you were a pleaser and he was going to use that to his advantaged. You’d soon make the most beautiful and submissive plaything ever. His cock twitched at the thought he just had to be patient. He turned around to face you. “I know I should have done this better but I would like to take you out on a date.No more misleading actions, I will show you how much you mean to me, okay?” He said rubbing his thumb over your lips. “Yes Druig”. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, he lingered a little too long but it made you burn inside. This affection was something you only read in books and you wanted this.

~~~~Later that evening~~~~~~

You spent all your afternoon shopping and looking for cute clothes. When you found what you needed you headed home and started to get ready. Gosh you couldn’t believe how long it had been since you went out on a date but this certainly was a nice change. When you got to your room, you noticed that something’s were shifted around. You suspected someone could have gone inside your home but that was impossible, everything valuable was there and the doors and windows didn’t show any signs of forced entry. You thought it was super weird but you also thought you might have moved some things. Your phone then got a notification making you move on and forget all about that. It was Druig asking if you were still going to meet him. You answered yes and he then sent you another text right after. “We’re going on a little stroll to one of my favorite rose gardens before we go to dinner. Make sure to drink allergy medicine if needed!”. You smiled thinking how beautiful that sounded. You were definitely allergic to roses but you weren’t going to let that stop you from going. You did as he said and grabbed some water from your pitcher and you took an allergy pill. As you chugged, you realized that the water tasted funny. You grimaced and put the already empty tall glass down. You headed into your closet to get the newly bought shoes out and your world started spinning. You lost your balance and you tumbled to the floor dropping your phone. Your eyes started to see black and that was all you recalled.

Druig smiled at his phone when he saw your unconscious body on the floor. He thanked himself for setting up those hidden cameras in your bedroom. He was able to study you for a week and he learned about you. He always checked in and made sure you were a creature of habit as he had suspected. The day before your therapy session he checked in and heard you speaking about seeking another therapist and he decided it was time to make his move. When you were out shopping, he broke into your home and laced your water. It was all going according to plan.

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place. You were in a big bed adorned with soft blankets and huge windows that displayed the city lights. Where were you? You quickly remembered where you were before and what had happened, you quickly got up and tried to be silent. Someone had kidnapped you and you had to get the fuck out. When you opened the door you started to look for an exit. There was a really nice kitchen and living room and a door in the corner. As you made your way across to the door, you tried to turn the knob as silent as possible but it was locked….from the inside. You panicked trying again to unlock it. “That won’t work silly y/n” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you. You jumped at his words and turned around, seeing him take steps closer and closer to you. “Druig what are you doing here? What am I doing here. Where am I?” You asked still not knowing anything. He chuckled and took your hand pulling you toward him. He wrapped his hands around you but you struggled to get him off you. “Answer me, where am I?” You questioned. He pulled your hand and dragged you to his big sofa and made you sit. “You’re Home y/n, I got this nice ass apartment for you and I know how much you wished you could live in a high rise, somewhere you could see the city lights from. Isn’t it incredible” he said gesturing to the huge windows in the living room. “Why am I here? I thought we were going to go out ?” You questioned. “Oh no baby, you’re not going anywhere for a long time. Not until I train you to obey me by your own will” he darkly explained as he sat next to you.

“Druig stop. You’re scaring me. Take me home” you demanded. He looked at you with a blank expression. He knew he could just MAKE you adapt but he wanted a challenge. “This is your home now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” It clicked in your head that he was not joking and you needed to run. You got up from the couch and started to dart to the back door that led to what you hoped to be the fire escape. He used his powers to trip you and you stumbled across the floor. “Bad bad girl y/n…” He chuckled darkly as he dragged you back to him with his mind as you struggled to stop yourself from moving any further. He grabbed you by your hair and lifted you up to your feet. “Your mind is full of filthy little things and I’ve been inside of it ever since I met you. I know exactly what you think, feel, want, and need. I love your mind baby I love your soul and what makes you…you. Don’t be afraid angel, I’m going to take care of you from now on” he explained now holding you by your waist as he pressed his lips against yours. You tried to pull away but he commanded you, “Dont fight it” and with that you just let it happen. You stopped squirming around and you started to kiss back. He moaned into the kiss and started to undress you. “I wish I could be patient my love but you’re just too delicious” he purred while unbuttoning your shirt. “Please Druig no” you whispered. “Dont tell me no y/n. I know that you’ve fantasized about me fucking you into oblivion. There’s no need to resist kitten, Daddy’s here to make it all better” he said pushing you down onto the ground. He soon took all his clothes off and sat on the couch, spreading his legs and bringing you right between them. “Show me what your pretty little mouth can do” he demanded as he grabbed your head and brought it closer to his member.

You shook your head in defiance but you couldn’t resist the feeling that was growing in your pussy. “Naughty little thing. You’ll get what you need soon, that’s IF you do as I say..” he said slapping his dick on your mouth to open up. “Now Open” he said as his eyes changed to gold. You complied and his head rolled back, letting out a deep rooted groan. You felt so much better than he thought. “Mmm fuck babygirl just like that….you’re doing so so good for Daddy…that’s it all the way in” he praised making you even more horny. As you sucked him up you pressed your pussy down to the floor, moaning on his dick. You didn’t know why you were so turned on by him despite now knowing what he truly was and what he was capable of.

“Think of me Darling…only me” he said while pushing you down onto the floor. He tore off whatever clothes you had left and he kissed you passionately. Breathy and sloppy sounds soon filled the living room, making his dick leak pre cum in anticipation. His hands roamed your legs and he slid one of his hands between your legs, rubbing your soaking wet cunt. “Druig stop” you whispered trying to hold back your moans. “If you really wanted that you wouldn’t be soaking, you know you want this…you want me to fill you up to the brim and make you mine all night long” he said forcing himself between you. “Why are you doing this” you cried. “Because I want you. You’re capable of following directions perfectly with the right push. You’re incredibly kind and loving. I chose you to be mine wether you want to or not princess” he said rubbing his tip on your clit making you shudder. “I know how you think of me y/n…I see the lust in your eyes when we talk. You want this” he said commanding you again. “I want this” you repeated. “Good…now brace for me darling” he said as he sunk himself inside you moaning out in pleasure. When his juicy cock slid inside it made your pussy burn as he was so big. You screamed and closed your eyes shaking as he reached all the way inside. His hand clamped over your mouth as he smiled sadisticly. “Shhh…not too loud. Other people might think something bad is happening” he said snapping his hips into you. Your cries were muffled by his hand but they soon started to turn into moans as you adjusted to his size.

“That’s it kitten, you take me so good” he cooed. As he rammed into you, he wrapped his hand on your throat making you moan in a choked out state. “Druig..” you whispered feeling that familiar pressure above your belly warning you that you were close. “Not yet…Daddy needs you to hold on longer. Can you do that for me?” He said against your lips, releasing his grip and kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna cum” you warned. “Oh you are now? Well let this be a lesson…always…listen… to what… I tell you to do” he said snapping his hips into you and then stopping his movements. He pulled out of you making you whined at the loss of the feeling. Your hips bucked up slightly as if trying to reach the orgasms that was now fading back into you.

He brought you back up to him and pushed you onto the living room window. He picked you up and slid himself inside. “DONT worry, no one can see inside” he smirked as he continued to pound you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his dick worked wonders. His lips locked with yours and his tongue slid into yours. You tried to fight it but he bit your lip, making you gasp. You unwillingly let him in and he moaned into your mouth, exploring it all. He pulled away and looked into your eyes dead on. “You’re mine. Only mine. Tell me who you belong to kitten” he demanded. You were so lost in the feeling and the need for you to cum was becoming unbearable. “You, Druig” you answered hoping that would be enough. “Dont make me pull out again. Who do you belong to Y/n..you know what I want you to say” he moaned. “ You daddy” you squealed. His thrusts got faster and sloppy making you shiver as your orgasms was near. He reached your g-spot over and over again making you yell out in pleasure. You orgasm hit you hard, making you squirt in the process. Your juices dripped on the floor and Druig came inside you, cursing at the feeling and nuzzling his head in your now bruised neck. He filled you to the brim, his cum joined your juices on the floor, making a huge mess.

He looked at you with his glowing eyes. Studied your entire body with his brows furrowed as if he didn't control your mind to get you outside. Your obedient, defenseless and fragile body.

"It's so dangerous out there. You're obviously so confused, my lady. You're too naive to decide for yourself, aren't you?"

He slowly approached you. Then wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, lifted your chin, making you look at him blankly.

"I guess I shouldn't leave you alone any longer. Look at you, who knows how many wild beasts want to hunt you." Intense anger and jealousy swept over his body as some "disgusting" images appeared in his mind of Ikaris's rough hands roaming all over your delicate body.

His grip tightened. "My beautiful prey, ruthless beasts lurk around you. They're after a delicious and beautiful prey... like you. Fortunately you have me. Don't worry, I won't let them touch you."

He took your light and trembling body in his arms but something didn't please him. He wanted you with a fearful expression. He wanted you to want him, need him, hug his neck, moaning his name.

"Druig, I'm scared!" Soft whimpers escaped from your trembling mouth when you immediately hugged his neck tightly and burried your face on his shoulder. You were scared, yes. You were numb, mindless and sleepy. You didn't recognise anything and barely felt your consciousness.

You were a tailor for the compound, a position had you interacting with Druig more than others. He was always calling you in to mend a tear in his cotton shirt or a loose seam in his pants. But he never handed you the clothes, he claimed it was too much of a bother to take them off and you never corrected him. So you just worked around him as he went about his day.

Usually he would sit and tell you stories about his past,

And you listened. He always checked to make sure that you did, his eyes always regarded you with an interest you couldn’t quite place. And his fingers always found a way to dance along your skin. Strange and lingering touches that always left you unnerved long after leaving.

You moved close to him figuring he wanted you to fix the loose button on his collar. He didn’t stop you and you took your needle and thread out of the pocket of your blue apron. He titled his head back as you worked, you could feel his breath on top of your head, and a smell that was complete him surrounding you. It was too much and you hurried your last stitch before pulling away. He gave you a playful smile. “I don’t bite.”

“I know.” You returned his smile. “If that’s all I better get back to my chores.” You turned to leave but he stopped you, hands closing around your wrist in a gentle but commanding grip. You looked up at him and he studied you with dark eyes, a golden tint taking over before disappearing completely.

“Don’t leave yet. Sit.”

“Why?” You asked.

“Humor me.”

He motioned for you to sit at the small wooden table and you did, keeping your eyes cast down at the floor. You could feel his gaze on you and looked up as if pulled by an invisible force. He smiled at your act of obedience. You were always easy to control, always willing to hand yourself over to him at the snap of a finger.

He had been watching you for a while now. Something about you had drawn you to him and now that you held his attention he needed you to be his. Oh, It would be so easy to make you love him. All he had to do was put the thought in your head and the rest would follow. He bet that you wouldn’t even put up a fight. It would be so easy and you wouldn’t even have to know. But ever curious he wanted to see what you would choose to do.

You gave him a nervous smile, not quite sure what he was thinking. He smiled before leaning close, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Love me.”

His statement caught your off guard. It came out of nowhere and for a second you thought that maybe you had heard him wrong. You didn’t dare to respond, waiting to see if maybe he’d say it was all a joke. But his eyes were serious as he leaned down to your level.” Now I know the situation is a little strange. But I think my request was pretty straight forward.”

“Love me.” He repeated, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. The action was sweet but the situation had you on edge.

“What?” You asked, moving away from his touch. You barely knew the man that was standing in front of you and here he was asking you to love him in the calmest voice imaginable.

“Love me, love me, love me.” He mused in a song songy voice,

You just stared at him with wide eyes. He sighed, sitting back to lean against the table. “It’s not that difficult to get your head around.” He stood up pulling you to your feet. “My beautiful beautiful (y/n).” He held you flush against his body, restricting all your movements. “Love me.”

You paused and started up at him, his eyes hopeful. “I can’t.” You struggled out, pulling at him to let go. But his grip only tightened. “Please Druig let me go.”

“Now you know I can’t do that.” Druig sang out. “Come on don’t make me do this. Don’t make me force you. I want you to love me of your own free will.”

“But I can’t.” You cried.

He smiled, a hand coming to press your forehead back to his. “Oh but you will.”

As soon as the words left his mouth your mind went blank. A feeling of calm settled over you and you relaxed in his arms. Druig smiled feeling you give into him. “Love me.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was a command. And like it or not it was true now and forever more.