#druig reader insert

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Druig has known he has more time than most on this world since the dawn of the earth, and he uses that fact to his advantage when taking care of you after sex. Even after you’ve finished, he never just pulls away to end things. Druig always fucks you through and through your orgasms, his slender digits still scissoring slowly inside of you as the wave of euphoria you just experienced fully passes. He will wordlessly make his way into your mind and repeat over and over again how good you did and how beautiful you look. Letting those soft praises play on loop as he steps away only for a moment to grab a warm cloth to clean you up, then tossing the fabric aside and tucking you into his side as he holds you close until you drift to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Druig doesn’t care much for one part of himself over another, but when it comes to you your eyes are his favorite part about you. He loves turning them gold when he encapsulates you with his powers, he loves the way your eyes flutter back into your head as he pleases you so intently, he loves how you will look directly at him as if he’s the most interesting man in the world.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Knowing that Eternals cannot produce children is something Druig used to both of your advantages, because while he still can cum, there’s no chance of getting you pregnant when he does so. So obviously Druig loves to stuff his cum as deep inside of you as possible, in the most primal ways he can think of, always adding in a few more thrusts for good measure to make sure you’re nice and full of his essence <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After you and Druig established consensual non-consent his favorite thing to do is sneak into your mind when you’re sleeping and make you start dreaming about him inside of you, so that when you wake up it’s the first thing on your mind and you immediately pounce on him, and what do you know, somehow he’s always ready to go.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Druig is older than some fossils, and he has more knowledge than any well versed historian could ever dream of. So yes, I think it’s safe to say he’s well-versed in pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As much as Druig loves to use his powers in the bedroom his favorite position is when he’s sitting up and you’re on his lap riding him like no tomorrow. Your hands placed firmly on his board shoulders to help steady yourself as you bounce up and down his length, your forehead resting on top of his head as you focus on not finishing too soon while soft whines escape your lips. Your chest right in his face where he has full view of his second favorite part of you. Druig loves when you’re fucking yourself on him and he gets to watch how much you truly enjoy it more than anything else.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As much as Druig shows his softer side for you, that soft side isn’t around much in the bedroom. In the moment Druig’s main focus is your pleasure, and there’s nothing goofy about that. He won’t crack a joke until you’re throughly fucked out and can’t even understand his words.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s no animal, but he always keeps things realistic. The carpet matched the drapes, and he keeps himself fairly well groomed down there because it’s what works best for both of you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter if it’s a quickie or if it’s an all night long marathon, Druig is always deeply intimate and in the moment with you. Soft, dirty words whispered in your ear to edge you on. Always touching you in more than one place at a time to keep you guessing and begging for more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacking off has never been something Druig felt the need or urge to do, but most frequently his hand falls upon himself when his mouth is busy pleasuring you. He can’t contain himself when he hears your beautiful moans and tastes your sweet juices on his lips. Druig will have his nose buried in your essence and moan into your heat as he gives his throbbing member a few swift tugs, holding himself off from doing anything more until you’ve finished first.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s somewhat controversial but as mentioned earlier, consensual non-consent (CNC) is one of yours and Druig’s favorite actives in bed. It’s so relaxing to just let him take over your entire mind and when you come back around you’re completely fucked out. It’s great for Druig too to make you make of mess of yourself for him before diving into you himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

There’s a lot of places Druig likes to do the deed with you. A beautiful waterfall hidden in the Amazon forest, tucked away in the garden of his followers making, even on the rainforest floor because he loves how primal it feels to literally fuck you into the ground. But his favorite place of all to fuck you is on top of the alter stand in his humble house of worship. Laying your back against the cold flat wood while your arms are wrapped around his neck he’ll imagine that all of his disciples are with you two in the house of worship witnessing the way he is thrusting in and out of you. Because your moans are the highest prayer of all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Druig is so completely and utterly obsessed with you that just about anything you do can and will get him going. You’ll be tending to a garden and he’ll tell you how pretty you look on your knees, or it will be extra humid out and you’ll be putting your hair up in a ponytail and next thing you know he’s pulling your hair back and flattening his palm against your neck, telling you your heart is starting to race.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play is a no for Druig. He never wants to feel older than you, wiser than you, or above you in any way. He wants to be your equal, and doesn’t like to be reminded of all the years he’s endured on this earth before he met you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As pretty as you look with his cock stuffed down your throat, Druig prefers to be the one pleasing you instead of you pleasing him. He would spend days on end if you’d let him with his tongue prodding expertly at your entrance and his nose pushing up against your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A little bit of everything is always the right way to go in Druig’s opinion. He’ll almost always start off slow and sensual, and work in those high energy moments where you’re babbling and screaming his name as he roughly jack rabbits into you sending you over the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Druig would never turn down a quickie, especially if presented with the chance. Most of your quickies happen when he loses his resolve and just needs to have your right then and there, and there’s nothing more satisfying than simply being able to take you whenever and wherever he wants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There’s two kinds of risky situations Druig will put you in. One is when you two have the quickies and he’s fucking you in an open garden or in his house of worship with the door unlocked, and he loves knowing any one of his followers could spot you two at any given moment. The other risky situation Druig likes to put you in is around the Eternals when he will get a little too handsy under the table or even under a shared blanket during movie night, you’re more of risk than he is in these situations because you’re the one who always makes a sound.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Never forget this man is a celestial, a god essentially. There’s no such thing as needing a break for him or running out of energy in the bedroom. Druig aims to please and please and please you until you can’t take anymore, only when you’re satiated, so is he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Technological advancements weren’t always Druig’s favorite part of evolution, but as soon as he learned what good can come from adding a cheeky little vibrator into the mix, it became his new best friend.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As an eternal Druig does have duties and responsibilities to attend to, and it’s always when he’s about to go off on a mission or busy himself with something else entirely when he really leans into teasing and taunting you. Mostly going inside of your head, telling you exactly what to do, and how you’re going to do it without him ever being there. But hell never let you finish yourself off without him there, but he’ll tease and edge you for hours if he can. He’s unfair but the reward is so worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s definitely not overly loud or vocal in bed aside from giving demands and or praises, maybe a little grunting or whining if he’s close and ready to finish. But overall he’s pretty quiet so he can tune into the sounds you’re making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Druig loves to make you cum as many times as possible, especially if he’s going down on you he’ll make sure to double down on his actions immediately after you’ve finished to build up another twice as intense orgasm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is handcrafted, not a flaw or an inch missing anywhere on that man. He’s surely not too large to the point where you’re in pain every time, and by no means small in any way shape or form. His girth is slightly larger than average, always a right squeeze of a delicious one. His length will hit your cervix when he’s holding tightly onto your hips and slamming into you repeatedly, other times when he’s not as rough he’s got a bit a curve that brushed against your g spot in just the right place to have you seeing starts every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Druig had a past with people who are now lost to history, but he never felt for them the way he feels for you. Therefore Druig is always yearning for you, willing to take you whenever you ask, and to do whatever you need.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

To circle back to the beginning, Druig will always make sure you’ve fallen asleep first afterwards in case you need a glass of water or something to that effect. Once you’re snoring softly in his embrace, he pulls your impossibly closer and allows sleep to take him as well.

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A/N

Been a minute since I wrote but I’m trying to post at least one fic of some sorts every month and with this I’ll actually still be on track!! Can’t even begin the go on about the shit happening in my daily life but I hope I will start writing again more soon.

Thanks for reading <3

Much Love,

If Earth was only ever meant to be a mission, it did not feel like it.

Your heart was overwhelmingly filled with love. Life on Earth felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, and it felt like a gift each day to watch the sunrise above the horizon’s mountains, to watch the ocean’s waves and to hold the hands of the family you loved. You did not think of the past, because all you could remember was stars and void, and the implications of that were far more concerning than you cared to dwell on. How lovely and terrible it was to have something to call your own - a family. It was an indisputable fact. The Eternals were your family. From the warmth of Gilgamesh’s hugs, to the stunningly bright smiles of Makkari, to the glowing pride of Thena. Fighting against the Deviants was a noble cause, and you would not trade it for anything in the world. You shared the same sentiment as Sersi, a love for humans and their natural creativity and ingenuity.

At your side was Druig. Throughout every battle fought protecting the sanctuary of Babylon, almost every moment you spent aiding the humans with your own abilities, and during those quiet contemplative moments in private, he was there. Your connection was always there. Love didn’t blossom overnight, it was simply another fact of your cosmic existence. It was not something to dwell on overnight, or to worry yourself over. You loved your family and you loved Druig, and he loved his family and he loved you. Druig, however, was always an overthinker. His touches always faltered, his gaze turning away at the last minute, his mind clocking in overtime as he worried over the possibilities of what it meant to be together or of how it could end badly. Not out of distaste or of not loving you, but because he loved you more than anything else in the world. Ever the pacifist, Druig would rather stay silent forever than upset you with his words or actions. At the back of his mind, Druig would imagine the worst case scenarios; you denying him, or leaving him. He didn’t want to push you into anything, but you hushed his intrusive thoughts with such casual affection that made his chest ache. It was destiny.

With Ikarus and Sersi, their love was public and celebrated by all. Their marriage was devastatingly sweet, their public displays of affection further cementing them as the couple of the group. 

With Druig, the urge for people to know was simply not there. It didn’t matter what the others thought, you would always be together throughout history, and you were both content with that. The memories flooded your senses. Nights spent by the fire with your head on his shoulder and his hands stroking your hair, watching Sprite’s vivid display of beautiful illusions and stories. When you’d walk the ocean’s shore, he’d kiss you deeply with a hand on your jaw and your arms around his shoulders, and taste the sea salt on his lips. From the side, he’d watch with a softness in his eyes as you sang for the humans to bring calm after a night of violent attacks. You were someone he’d live and die for a thousand times. 

And the others weren’t blind to this fact. It was a beautiful thing to witness, and their teasing was relentless. You held in a laugh as Sprite made kissy faces behind Druig’s back. Ajak, always such a mother hen, tucked your hair behind your ears and thanked you for finally softening Druig up. Even Ikarus gave a small chuckle and elbowed Druig as he caught him staring at you from across the way. 

Oh, and those humans. Such mischievous, creative little things, and oh so observant. The story of you, of your other Eternals, lasted for centuries throughout human history. To them, you were gods, myths, legends.

The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was your legacy. A tale of tragic love. 

In the stories, Orpheus and his charms and perfect voice (what you later realized was what they interpreted Druig’s control over people as), lost his beautiful wife Eurydice to a snake bite. After her death, he ventured into Hades’ realm and convinced him to let her come back. Hades told Orpheus that he could take Eurydice back with him but under one condition: she would have to follow behind him while walking out from the caves of the underworld, and he could not turn to look at her as they walked.

He lost you not once but twice.

For you, however, the details were...blurry.

The harbingers of chaos, the Deviants had arrived in masses and clawed their way to fight against you. The fight was long and brutal, not only because of them, but because of Mother Nature itself fighting back. As you soared through the sky, you could feel the rush of heat rise up from the ground. In that one distracted moment, a Deviant struck you out of the sky and buried it’s teeth in your side. And you fell, and fell, and fell, until crashing into the surface of blackened earth.

The sky opened up with hellfire and soot above the heads of the Eternals. The volcano had been dormant up until now, but they had felt it far too late to evacuate the masses. Deviants ran across the lava rock and magma, forgoing their own pain to attack you and your family. Pure white flashed across your eyes as you landed, leaving a trail of blood in your wake. All the while, the earth underneath your feet cracked violently. It was too much at once, and the deep rooted pain that ran throughout your body bled out from the wounds on your side. Amidst the smoke and the chaos, you could see Druig’s face stricken with fear, and his hand desperately reached out for yours.

The Earth opened up cruelly, and you fell in.

He descended into the mouth of hell to save you. Hand in hand, he pulled you out, wincing from the sheer heat of his descent. You stumbled on your feet but ran with him, trying to escape in time as the volcano erupted in full force. All the while, the Deviants persisted. It felt like the end of times, running through the battlefield as your family fought tooth and nail as the humans fled. He couldn’t turn back to look at you, he had to keep you both moving, but the feeling of needing to know you were there, the knowledge that you were toeing the line of life and death, overwhelmed him.

He looked back. You smiled at him before your eyes widened. The Deviants descended on the two of you, and your hand slipped from his.

-

The others thought you were dead, but Druig was never convinced.

It took a monumental effort to hold him down before he threw himself back into the heart of the Earth to look for you, to bring you home. He was relentless, Gilgamesh holding him tight as Phastus built a metal cage to restrain him, and Ikarus carried him back to safety as the land around them was lost to the volcanic eruption. They had never had to deal with the death of another Eternal, but the collective pain they shared was nothing in comparison to the depth of Druig’s grief. 

Their family felt shattered. Sersi laid her head on Ajak’s chest and openly wept, not only for the massive loss of human lives, or for the injuries they sustained, but for the true first feeling of loss. 

It wasn’t long until they all separated. The love and connection they all had for one another was strong, but things felt different. As Druig stood at the top of the temple in Tenochtitlan, the faces of the humans below turned to look at him, calm under his control. In that moment after such a heated argument, with worries that perhaps Thena would be their next loss, he knew he couldn’t stay. He couldn’t protect you, but at least he could protect them. 

Druig’s loss drove him to a new cause, one that he dove into headfirst, and remained focused on for the decades to come. No longer could he stand to the side and let human conflict continue; in his eyes, remaining neutral in the face of the oppressor did not make them heroes. He would not allow such atrocities and genocides to continue.

For him, home eventually was deep in the Amazon forest. Humans had become greedy, and the beauties of nature were being torn apart for lumber mills and to take land for capitalistic desires. Of course, his methods weren’t favorable or ethical, there was no excuse for completely controlling the actions of innocent people, making them work for his any whim or desire. But his heart was in the right place, in a way.

The years passed by. Druig rarely emerged from his secluded home.

Until one day, he did. Milling through the streets of Pucallpa, a city in eastern Peru bordering the edge of the Amazon forest, he had found himself dreadfully bored. What was his existence now? A soldier without a cause, mission long over. He and the other Eternals shared the same sentiment; they felt abandoned and forgotten on Earth by their creator. If the Deviants were supposedly gone, what was left for them? There were times where he could consider himself human. The pain he felt, the ego he had, was all too reminiscent of human emotion. But as he walked through the streets, chewing on skewered meat (they called it anticuchos, and he had to admit, humans made some delicious food), Druig couldn’t deny that he felt very much alone. Othered. Separate. There was just so much in the vastness of Earth, sometimes his actions towards saving the Amazon felt miniscule in comparison to other issues. He was no Atlas; he could not bear the weight of the world’s problems solely on his shoulders, even when he tried.

The man stopped at a food cart on the street corner, examining the man’s wares with an aloof gaze. It amazed him sometimes just how many little treats that people had invented. He gave a polite nod to the vendor, asked for a cold soda, and dropped a few soles into his hand. When Druig turned to walk away, a small ringtone chimed from the vendor’s pocket. The Eternal thought nothing of it, until a voice called out after him.

“Oye, joven! Hay alguien llamando por ti! Eres Druig?” Hey, kid! There’s someone calling about you. Are you Druig?

Druig stood stunned in the middle of the crosswalk, and it wasn’t until the moto-taxis and cars waiting to cross the intersection honked at him that he did a little jog back to the food cart.

He gave the man a curious stare. “Seguro que no estás equivocado?” Are you sure you’re not mistaken?

“No, no, contestalo.” No, no, answer. The man held out his phone, and the cracked phone screen displayed an international phone number that he vaguely recognized. Druig held the phone and cautiously answered. “Hello?”

“Dude, it’s the twenty-first century. Get a phone!” A shrill childish voice yelled in his ear, and his shoulders relaxed a tad. It had been so long since he heard Sprite’s voice, the feeling of home warmed his chest and he couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“You could always send a letter, you know. Wait- how do you even know where I am right now, Sprite? What’s going on?” He replied snarkily, but a pang of worry immediately hit his chest. The other Eternals only ever tried to contact him when something was wrong.

A beat of silence passed, and Sprite sighed. “Listen. Don’t freak out yet, but get in touch with Phastus. He’s living in the States, and he thinks.... He thinks he saw her.”

For once, his emotions betrayed him and the disbelief washed over his face. Druig stayed silent for a beat too long, and soon Sprite spoke again. “Just get on the next flight, okay? I’m with Sersi right now in London, we’re already heading over there.”

“Okay.” Druig replied, and the call ended. And there he stood as people walked by, so used to the world continuing on without him. He looked up at the sky in his stunned state, before the vendor awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Oh, sorry- gracias.” He thanked him sheepishly, handed him the phone, and strode down the street with a new purpose.

A tiny spark of hope in his chest whispered to him. Maybe I was right. 

-

He wasn’t much of a hugger. Even after so many years, his family knew him too well. Yet when they finally reconnected in some large urban city of the U.S., Sersi embraced him gently and he found that in that moment he truly didn’t mind it. Sprite, on the other hand, gave a small affectionate punch to his arm and tried to keep her typical annoyed look. It faltered when he ruffled her strawberry blonde hair. No matter how much he liked his solitude, loneliness could be painful. He truly missed them.

“So, where are we going? Where did Phastus see her? What did he say, exactly?” Druig started, eyebrows furrowed. “I came at the drop of a hat, yet you’ve barely given me any details.” Sersi held up a hand as they strode down a bustling street, the setting sun casting sharp beams of golden light throughout the brutalist buildings around them. In the sun, her eyes were molten gold. “One at a time, alright?” “You always ask a million questions.” Sprite chirped, and he glared at her unhelpfulness.

Sersi sighed and continued. “Phastus explained that he was here for a business trip with his husband, and it was as if something told him to turn around. When he did, apparently she was crossing the street here.” At that, the woman paused and gestured to the large intersection before them. People milled about, waiting for the crossing light to flash green. “But he said there were lots of people, and he could’ve been mistaken because they were in a rush.” 

Druig let out a long breath and stared hard at the intersection, as if it would give him answers. 

“Did… did he say anything about how she looks now?”

From below, Sprite snorted. “He actually did mention that, he said it was weird because she was in modern clothes, of course, but he’d never seen her in these times.” The man nodded. Across the way, the light flashed green for go, and the trio crossed with the tidal wave of people. In their hurried walk, though, Druig spoke up again. “Wait, you didn’t answer my first question, Sersi. Where are we going?”

Always a peaceful and kind woman, Sersi was hesitant to give more details. They could very well be wrong, following a false trail to a woman who just happened to look like you. None of them could bear the heartbreak once more, especially Druig. But he had a right to know. If she didn’t say a word, his curiosity was insatiable, and he would have gone on to search for answers himself. 

“Well,” the brunette said after a moment of contemplation, “Kingo helped me do some research, called a few connections, you know how popular he is these days. There’s a woman using what looks like a false identity here in the city, who apparently owns a nightclub that she sings at some nights.” Sersi guided them towards the subway entrance, and they stepped into the damp darkness of the underground. “If there’s a possibility, then we have to see it through.”

The sudden realm of possibilities flooded his thoughts, and Druig simply nodded and stayed silent as they waited for the train. He had no words, a rarity, but in his mind he mulled over what could happen when they arrived at their destination. Disappointment was likely, that was something he had to be prepared for. But hope was a warm thing, a little drop of concentrated sunlight that spread the warmth of maybes and what ifs through his body, electrifying his fingertips. Sersi had said it well: he had to see it through. When they sat on the grimy seats of the train, Druig folded his hands in his lap, seated right in between the two women. The words escaped his lips before he could even think. “Thank you,” he blurted out, and his lips pressed into a thin line in embarrassment when they both quickly turned to look at him. “You really didn’t have to do this, you know.”

Sersi laid a soft hand on his shoulder, smiling with understanding. Words weren’t needed. However, their smaller companion wasn’t as emotionally intelligent. “Don’t be stupid, it doesn’t suit you. We’re family.” Sprite stated with a matter-of-factness, and looped her arm through his for the rest of the train ride. 

-

The sun had dipped well below the horizon by the time they reached the club. A vintage-style neon sign reflected bright colors off of the wet pavement, illuminating their path to the entrance. The sign read The Answer in bold red, and more neon pointed an arrow down, leading attendees to the door at the bottom of a stone stairway. A line of people waited outside, chatting loudly as they were eager to enter, and it was clear why. From a block away the trio could feel the music; a heavy bass beat thrummed down to the bone.

“You know what to do, Sprite.” Sersi told her, and it took a moment for Druig to process what she meant. When he turned to look at them, Sprite’s illusion magic changed her appearance from that of a preteen to an adult version of herself. If he was being honest, which he usually was, it was very weird to see. She noticed his perturbed glance, and shrugged, as if reading his thoughts. “Weird, right?”

“Kind of.” He grimaced. Sersi urged them to hurry, and they picked up the pace. By the time they reached the entrance, the line was nearly at the point of reaching around the block’s corner. That warm hope from earlier that reached his fingertips was now nervous energy; he was definitely not waiting in line. “I’ve got this.”

Before Sersi could object, he approached the bouncer and gave a smirk and a nod. “We’re close friends of the owner.” Druig said, eyes flashing in the dim light. The bouncer’s eyes flashed, almost as an answer, and he let them in without question. Behind them they could hear the jeers of the folks waiting in line, but he paid them no mind as the three descended down the steps and into the nightclub.

There was something in his chest that urged him to enter the fray. The club was bigger on the inside, halfway underground with an aphotic effect. Dark walls, dark countertops and tables on the perimeter, and a dim bar illuminated by a blue underglow. There was a stage for performers that was empty for the time being. In a small area to the side, currently the DJ stood at his booth and spun music for the masses. It was absolutely packed, the dance floor filled with moving bodies. Above their heads, they could see a large room upstairs with glass separating them from the rest of the club. Likely the VIP area, as it looked like there were people inside, but the reflections of neon against the glass obscured the view. Whatever was guiding him, he had no clue. The red string of fate was taut with anticipation.

“So what’s the plan?” Sprite had to yell over the music. Glancing around the room, Sersi seemed determined but a bit lost, out of her depth. “Let’s try not to be obvious or weird, okay? We can split up, look around a bit, ask a few questions that don’t seem too weird. In thirty minutes, we’ll rendezvous near the bar.” She answered, and the three nodded at the same time before breaking off into different directions.

In the moment that it took for them to separate, Druig looked over his shoulder to see Sprite quickly shift disguises and approach the VIP lounge entrance with the appearance of the bouncer. The other security let her upstairs without a second thought. She had beat him to the punch, as that was his first thought as well. Sersi, on the other hand, made her way through the crowd just to be sure, as thorough as ever.

The man approached the bar and ordered a drink, winking at the bartender as she handed him a full glass with a flash in her eyes. He turned around and walked off without paying. Druig was so used to using his ability on others by now, it was second nature. Definitely a habit he needed to shake off, but he didn’t give it a second thought as he walked parallel to the walls. To be fair, Druig didn’t mean to look like a creep, but the effect was there anyways as he slowly circled the perimeter of the club. The patrons sitting in booths and small tables paid him no mind, and eventually he slid into an empty booth close to the bar to sit and finish his drink, unsure of what to do next. The entire time, his mind worked non stop imagining what scenarios would take place. If you were actually there, actually alive, what could he even say to you? How could he express centuries of mourning, of longing and hope? It was too big of a concept to condense into words. After a few minutes of frustrated loneliness, Sersi joined him, and Sprite appeared soon after. They all mulled in the shared feeling of disappointment, so familiar yet so unwelcomed. Words were unnecessary when they all thought the same thing, that maybe you really truly weren’t alive. They hadn’t noticed that the crowd seemed to begin to focus around the stage, and the music slowly calmed down.

Sprite shifted in her seat and spoke to fill the silence. “So far, nothing in the VIP area. From what I can tell, the owner hasn’t shown her face in a few days.” She offered.

“Well, if she’s not here then we can figure out where she lives.” Druig replied curtly, and Sersi raised an eyebrow.

“And if it isn’t her?” She replied, “We’d just be stalking some random woman and going to her house.”

“Wouldn’t you already call this stalking, casing out her place of business? If we’re searching, we might as well be thorough.” He hadn’t meant to snap at her, but his patience was beginning to wear thin. The buzzing energy inside the club, the booming music, the shitty liquor, it was all beginning to grate on his nerves with how overwhelming it was. The immortal enjoyed his solitude for a reason.

Sprite opened her mouth to argue, and the room went black.

“Ladies and gentlemen, turn your eyes and ears to the stage. Give a round of applause for our lil’ club’s lovely owner and songstress, Y/n!” The DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers, and the stage lit up with a deep red light. 

You stepped out onto the stage, basking in the attention of the crowd. In this modern age, there was not much left that you hadn’t seen or explored, and so you loved the entertainment industry. At the very least, it was actually, y’know, entertaining. The club was a point of pride for you, and the singing was just to fill in the empty moments in between owning a business. You were alive, you felt alive for the first time in eons, and you’d like to stay that way thank you very much. With a microphone in hand, you crooned into the night to a swaying crowd. 

Three jaws collectively dropped, but Sprite was quick to react as she grabbed the other two’s hands and made them disappear from sight the second you stepped onto the stage. Predictably, Druig was a mess. On the outside, a deer frozen in headlights, but that damned mind of his that always ran a mile a minute was in pure shambles. The last memory he had of you was nothing short of horrible, the image of you burnt and bloodied smiling at his concern before being ripped away, right out of his hands.

And here you were now. As beautiful as ever, soothing his troubled old heart with your voice. 

Somewhere in his thoughts, he vaguely agreed with Phastus. All memories of you were from ancient times, before fashionable clothing and stylish haircuts. It was a different world, and you were like a relic of the past coming to light for the first time.

He rubbed a tired hand over his brow as another thought occurred to him. If you had been alive all this time, why hadn’t you ever seeked them out? Why hadn’t you come home to him? There was so much to explore in that branch of thought, he had to swallow around the lump in his throat and ignore it with an intensity. For now, Druig let your saccharine sweet voice soothe the old pain in his chest. It was like a rush of breath after holding it for too long. The air found its way back home, tucked deep in his chest and behind his ribs. 

Minutes turned into an hour, and it felt as if you were gone from his sight in the blink of an eye. He had been utterly entranced during your short performance, and Sprite had to smack him in the chest just to make him pay attention to their words.

“Are you going to talk to her?” Sersi asked, apprehensive and excited and grief-stricken. Her throat was tight and her words came out clipped. It seemed he wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by emotion at the moment. 

“Yes, I mean- of course.” He stood up abruptly from the booth and looked around anxiously for another glimpse at you. Wherever you were, you had disappeared from sight, much to his chagrin. “Wait here if you want. I’ll go find her.”

Without another word, Druig strode off into the club as the music picked up again and people flooded out onto the dancefloor. You had appeared before them like a mirage. Paradise was so close in sight, but as soon as he reached out for you, the glamour disappeared in a haze. A desperate feeling clawed at his chest, an intense longing. Now that he had seen you, that he knew you were here, nothing in his path would stop his search.

When he spotted you in the crowd, Druig could only stop and stare. Images from his memories of you kept flashing in his mind’s eye, almost in comparison to how different it was seeing you now. He drank in the details like a man in a draught. The flush of your skin, the rolling of your hips, arms moving in a casual dance amidst a sea of strangers. When a man got closer, brushing a hand on your lower back, a flash of hot, angry possessiveness shot through him like lightning. 

The crowd around you stopped. It took a moment to process what was happening, and you stopped to look around in confusion. All at once, as if controlled by a hivemind, the partygoers turned to stare at you with a menacing glow in their eyes. “There you are.” They spoke, hundreds of voices at once filling up the room. There was some amusement at the display, but your surprise was evident. You turned in circles, eagerly looking for who you knew in your heart was the cause of this peculiarity, and the crowd parted a path for Druig to approach you.

“Here I am,” you replied in earnest, taking in the sight of him. He hadn’t changed, it seemed he had barely even switched up his damn haircut. A chill dragged its cold finger down your spine, filling you with anticipation from his intense gaze. His handsome face was a sight for sore eyes. You were the first to move, wrapping your arms around his waist and splaying your hands across the expanse of his back. A beat passed and Druig draped his arms around you, and felt your head lay on his chest, and the crowd began to move to the beat of the music again. You were rocks against the currents of people, isolated in your own little world. In your chest, the feeling of home returned at long last, and you held him tighter. -

Later into the night, you had found yourselves tucked away into the entrance of some tiny hallway meant for storage. Underneath a dim bulb, it was as if all was right in the world, destiny’s clock tick tick ticking back into position one minute at a time. Your place was in his arms, so warm and perfect and simply right. You didn’t need light to trace his skin, still having memorized each freckle and spot of his face, fingertips brushing against his cheek as you unabashedly stared up at him. He looked down at you in reverence, near disbelief.

The weight of your gaze was nearly too much to bear, and Druig pulled you closer to press his face into your hair, emotion threatening to overwhelm him once again. He thanked whatever creator in the cosmos that he could think of, grateful to destiny for allowing you to be safe again in his arms, to have placed you before him. A shaking breath filled his chest, and the soft sigh that followed stirred the locks of hair near his lips. “Oh darling, oh dearheart. How I’ve missed you so.” Saying the words out loud was like a relief, the way his breath hung off his words in one fell swoop. Muscled hands gripped your waist tighter when he spoke again. “For so long, I dreamt of this. For all I know, I could still be dreaming now.”

You pulled away to look up at him, and Druig nearly mourned the loss of your warmth before you slid both hands solidly against his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“You’re not dreaming, alright? We found our way back to each other, just as we always have. I’m not going anywhere.” You told him resolutely, and you could feel the smile grow across his face before he turned to press a kiss into the palm of your hand. When Druig spoke again, the movement of his lips brushed against your skin. 

"My Eurydice, I should have never looked back. I'm so sorry."

A shuddering breath caught in your throat. Your chest tightened at his words, that tone of reverence now pained with a history of grief, a pang of hopelessness. He had mourned you, you realized. Without a second thought, you pulled him in and kissed him deeply, pouring your feelings into the affection. Druig didn’t need to read your mind to understand what you meant by it, but you pulled away anyways, barely enough to speak. He shivered at the feeling of your breath against his skin. “Don’t. Don’t apologize, my dearest, how could I ever fault you for that? I never have. Never.” You told him, voice dropped to a near whisper. He nodded once, absorbing your words. 

No time was wasted as his lips found their way to yours once more, a hand rested against your jaw as the other held onto your hip with a newfound desperation. Your hands moved from his face to drape across his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his thick black hair against your fingertips. You had missed him, missed this so intensely, it was dreamlike to feel the drag of his teeth against your lips, asking for permission. You sighed contentedly as you opened your mouth against his, and he deepened the kiss without pause. A low groan rumbled from his throat, and whatever self control you had in the moment was thrown out the window. The only reminder of the outside world was the music that shook the walls of your club, but if anybody walked by in your own little secluded place, you couldn’t be bothered to care. At the drop of a pin, the moment had gone from heartfelt to sinful. The touch of his hands against your skin burned hot, and you couldn’t help but scrape your nails against the nape of his neck as he kissed you, licking his tongue into your mouth and nearly drinking you up.

When you pulled away, regrettably so only because you needed a breath, Druig chased your lips. “Love, I can’t breathe,” You breathed out, and the next breath caught in your throat when his eyes met yours again. “Then don’t.”

The nails that lightly scraped his skin now dug in harshly as he caught your lips again in a deep kiss, pulling at your hip to fix his thigh between your legs, and you swore you could see stars behind your eyelids. A breathy moan left you, choked off at the last minute in an attempt to be quiet, and Druig directed his attention from your lips to the sweet spot underneath your jaw. He wanted to hear more, needed more, overcome with the needy primal desire of feeling you against him. It had been too long, far too long. “Do you understand just what you do to me, my love?” He growled against your skin, and you felt teeth drag across the expanse of your throat. Open mouthed kisses left your skin searing to the touch in their wake, and you could only hold onto his shoulders as he worked his thigh against you, senses overwhelmed with pleasure and affection. 

He didn’t stop until the sound of a throat being cleared loudly and awkwardly reached your ears. You nearly jumped out of your skin but had no room to pull away. Druig, on the other hand, chuckled bitterly against your throat before standing up straight. His expression dropped at the sight of Sprite, and a hot red flush crept up his face and over his ears.

“I saw way too much!” Sprite said with a tone of comical disgust, hand clamped across her eyes. “Whenever you lovebirds are decent, Sersi wants to say hi.” And with that, she turned on her heel and high tailed it out of there.

The moment she was gone, the tension broke and the two of you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. It was rare to see Druig throw his head back and truly laugh, and you loved it, you loved him so dearly.

“Let’s get a move on before I get kicked out of my own club. I can’t wait to see the others.” You told him with a smile, and he sighed before finally fully stepping back and letting you stand up by yourself. The two of you straightened out each other’s clothes, and his hands gently brushed your hair back into place, and you ventured back to the others hand in hand.

-

The family reunion was a week-long visit to Ajak’s ranch out in the plains of South Dakota. The lifestyle was decidedly very different from your own; you had found comfort in urban cities, you couldn’t help but enjoy the anonymity that came with it, but also the great potential for excitement. But at the moment, there was no place you would rather be.

Ajak welcomed you home with open arms and kissed your forehead, and you felt like a child in her presence. If asked, she’d say she considered you all her children in one way or another. Her aura was warm, comforting, motherly. You ate the food she cooked, sat around the dinner table with the rest of your family, and truly felt as if all was right in the world again. Mission be damned, you were here on this Earth for them. For him. Any time you looked up to see Druig across the dining table, it was like electricity connected you to each other. 

Later on in the evening, he drove her old truck further out into the plains, and the two of you laid a blanket out in the truck bed and stared up at the stars. Out there was your creation, where you had been made, but this was home. Home had a beating heart, two strong hands, and a sarcastic mouth. 

And when you got home, you both quietly went to your shared room and slipped under the covers to rest. Druig kissed at you, less desperate this time, more because he finally could do this again and indulge in it. He took his time to savor your kisses, the softness of your skin, the noises you made underneath him. And you did the same, reunited with the only person in the world who you would live and die for, and everything in between.

There was no more fighting, no war to be won. You could simply be. -

Maybe fight a few more Deviants along the way, but eventually, they’d kill the last of them, and then what would he be able to do? 

Sit and watch while these humans continued to wage wars against each other, to kill each other over petty arguments, over minor disagreements? The death and destruction that humans waged on themselves were growing every day. If the others would just let him, he could stop it. Stop the pain and suffering for everyone. But they would never let him do that. He was forbidden from interfering in the conflicts of humans.

So instead he’d just have to watch them tear each other apart. 

And he had been watching when he saw her. 

You caught his eye from across the pavilion. A beautiful face, but more interestingly, curious eyes. You were standing off to the side while a crowd listened to Sprite tell another story. She was droning on and on about Ikaris. Druig wasn’t sure which story she was trying to tell, there were too many unimportant details, about what Ikaris had looked like, detours to his interests, little personal details, it was boring.

So he allowed his gaze to wander. And he’d happened to lock eyes with you. And you smiled flirtatiously, a quiet burst of laughter bubbling up from your chest as you stared back at him, not daring to be the one to break the eye contact.

Part of him wanted to go to you. To talk to you. To find out what was so funny, and if things went well, to make you laugh again. 

He wanted to know you. He really did. But he also knew that he couldn’t. Getting close to humans only made it all the more painful to watch them grow and age while he stayed the same. 

Druig had had friends before, close friends, but every time they would grow old and die and Druig would be left with nothing but memories. No matter how hard he tried, death could not be stopped. Not even by an Eternal. 

So he learned to keep his distance. To never get too close to the humans. It was easier that way.

So he took the easy way out. He winked at her before standing up and disappearing down an alley into the dark night. 

Druig walked away, ending the story before it could even start.

Rome, 30 BCE

You were perusing the stalls of the Tuesday market when you saw him. The stalls and tables stacked high with goods, wares, food, crafts, anything you could ever dream of owning. Treasures from the farthest reaches of the empire. You needed to purchase some food to last you through the rest of the week. Nearly completely focused on completing your tasks when you’d loved up by chance and caught the eye of a stranger at the same time he looked over at you.

But was he a stranger?

You’d seen him before. It couldn’t be a coincidence. This wasn’t some stranger that you’d seen in the market a few years ago. This was a man that you recognized from centuries ago. And he was looking at you like he remembered you too. You didn’t dare speak. If he knew what you were that was one thing, but he was something…else. It would be a bad idea to go in blind to whatever he was. 

So you were going to do what you do best. Run.

Life - if you could even call it that anymore - had been hard on you. 

You’d been a young woman when the whispers had first started. When your sisters began to look older than you despite being years your junior, your father was getting greyer and greyer, and fine lines began to appear on the faces of your friends. When you first realized that while they had begun to age, that you hadn’t changed a bit. 

As the years went by the whispers only grew, the more people wondered what you were, or what you had done. 

Some thought you were chosen by the gods. A favorite. Bestowed with a blessed gift. Some of those people revered you and honored you. Others were jealous and envious, they couldn’t see what was so special about you that the gods would pick you over them.

But there were others who thought you had been cursed. That the gods had smited you, given you a malediction. Those people wanted you gone, banished from the city. Sent somewhere far away so that you couldn’t infect the rest of the city with your sin and wickedness. 

They’d dragged you screaming and crying out of your father’s house. They’d dragged you through the city’s streets and to the edge of town where they’d tied you to a mule and sent you out into the desert with nothing but the clothes on your back.

You’d wander for who knows how long. 

You should have died. Of dehydration. Starvation. Of something, anything that had happened to you in the wilderness. 

But you couldn’t seem to die. You laid in the desert, stranded. Your dead mule left behind long ago and willed the gods to take you. To end your suffering. But they wouldn’t answer your prayers. Perhaps there were no gods after all. Or maybe they really had cursed you, maybe this was your punishment, to suffer and unending death for the rest of time. 

You weren’t sure what your sin had been, how you could have offended the gods. But if the stories were true then the gods didn’t always need a reason for doing the things they did. They were all-powerful beings who could do what they pleased. 

But you had your own power now. A power that had scared the people in your village. A power that you would have to learn to use. 

Eventually, you’d accepted what had happened. And began your trek. You’d wandered through the wilderness until you found a new village. They’d taken you in, nursed you back to health, and allowed you to live with them. 

But after a few years, you knew what you had to do, that you need to keep moving, from village to village so you never stayed in one place too long, never allowed anyone to get to know you too well, all in order to keep your secret safe. 

Holding yourself at arms distance from all was hard at first, but eventually, it became second nature. It was only natural. And you’d traveled the world. Visited corners of the world that you never could have dreamed of.

Big cities were the best, it was easy to disappear into a busy place. And you could stay a few years longer which was always nice.

So when the Roman Empire came to power Rome was an obvious choice for your next home. 

You’d been walking through the market when you’d seen him. Just glanced up from the fruit you were inspecting at the right time and made eye contact with him across the way. 

She had to be a great-granddaughter 40 generations over. Some distant relative, one identical to a woman who had lived centuries ago. You’d think it impossible. 

But Druig remembered her. Remembered her face. The smile was the same, her hair, her lips, the set of her cheekbones, and the rise of her chin. But her eyes….her eyes were different.

This time. He didn’t run away. He moved towards her.

She had turned to walk away. And was halfway down an alley when he finally caught up to her.

“Have we met before?” He asked as he chased after her, unintentionally cornering her in the alleyway.

“I don’t think so, But I do come to this market often, maybe you’ve just seen me around here before,” You tried to reply, your words coming out unevenly as you avoided eye contact, trying to step back from this strange man, to get somewhere safe.

“No, not here, somewhere else,” He said slowly. Trying to choose his words carefully. He’d clearly spooked her. And he didn’t mean to, but he also needed to understand.

“I’ve lived here all my life,” You lied quickly.

“That’s not true,” Druig replied with a simple shake of his head. “You’re from Athens.”

You stared up at him with wide eyes. “I-”

“I saw you in Athens, over 800 years ago.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I- You’re crazy,” You rambled as panic began to seep down your spine. What did this guy know? And what was he going to do to you?

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just confused,” He told you. Wishing he could reach out and press a reassuring hand into your shoulder. But he knew that he couldn’t. That you’d probably actually bolt.

“Who are you?” You asked as you looked up at him. Trying to search his eyes for some hint at his true intentions.

“I’m sorry,” Druig apologized. He’d gotten ahead of himself. And he needed her to trust him. “My name is Druig. I’m part of a group called the Eternals. We were sent to earth five thousand years ago to protect Earth from monsters called Deviants.”

“Who are you?” He asked after a beat.

You tell him your first name. “I’m...I’m not sure what I am. I haven’t aged since around 890. But I also can’t seem to die.” 

You’d never told anyone that. You’d gotten close before, to breaking down and telling someone the truth. But you’d always known that the consequences would be terrible. But now you were here, telling a complete stranger, a man that you’d known for thirty seconds your deepest secret. 

Maybe you’d finally lost your mind? Or maybe your death wish had finally returned.

“So it was you,” He breathed out. “And… do you have any powers?”

“Is immortality not impressive enough for you?” You shot back before taking a deep breath. “Not that I know of. I just don’t age, can’t get sick, never get sustain serious injuries, nothing can kill me.”

You looked away for a moment, closing your eyes tightly in an effort to banish the memories of your darkest moments, banishing them back into the recesses of your brain. “How did you remember me, you’re even older than I am, and you remembered me. From centuries ago. We didn’t even speak that night, did we?”

“We didn’t.” He admitted. Thorough he wasn’t sure he was prepared to admit the whole truth to you. The embarrassing fact that he’d thought of you frequently over the years. That a mysterious girl who’d smiled at him one time had plagued his thoughts and struck a chord in him back then, and that it had happened again today when he saw you.

No. That would be way too embarrassing to admit. 

“I-I could take you to my family. We could figure out how this happened to you?” He offered, albeit, lamely. 

“Phastos, he’s an inventor, if anyone can figure out what happened to you it would be him. And Ajak, she’s a healer, if we go find them, she might be able to fix it,” “Only if you wanted that.”

He looked absolutely breathtaking. His hand tightening around a yellow cup were taking your mind to far away places. Sure, he was always pretty, and you were always attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? But today, specially, the mix of the alcohol with the feeling you weren’t going to see him at least for a long time until the classes started again were giving you a distinct braveness to go and talk to him.

Your head was a little dizzy, sure, but you were fully on your senses. After having your friend ask you a billion times if you were sure, which nearly made you quit. You were joined with him before by your professors to do some assignments together, it’s not like you never spoke with him before, but it was never much beyond regular subjects that evolved college itself. You walk towards him, feeling your belly twist in a funny feeling when he turns the look from his group of friends to you. 

— Hey, beautiful. - and there was this, the pet names. You were sure he used with any other girl but it made your legs feel like jelly.

— Hey, Druig.

— What brings you here? - he leans his head to the side in curiosity smiling at you.

— Oh, I- um, nothing, really, I just wanted to finish the semester without my only conversations with you being about Mr.Williams’s classes - you chuckle.

— They were hell, weren’t they? - he giggles showing his lovely dimple.

— Tell me about it, honestly, I could smell cigarettes the whole class, I thing I developed a whole new type of asthma. - you both laugh.

— But you’re not here to talk about her. - he points his finger at you in playful accusation.

— Right, Yeah-

— Where you goin’ after this? - you’re thankful he interrupted you since you didn’t really know what to say.

— Uhm- home? - you shrug - I don’t intent to walk out of here any sobber so not really up to anything else - you take what was left of your drink in a long gulp and he takes the empty cup out of your hands without warning. - What are you doing?

— Maybe... It's better if you stay sobber, young lady' - he takes a step towards you, leaning closer to speak on a whisper. Making you involuntarily put your legs closer, tightening one to the other. You look at him grinning, numb by the proximity he had of you.

— And what would that be for?

— You wanna go somewhere quieter?

— Just like that? Not even dinner first? - you provoke

— I can get you some very fancy nachos they're serving here, that would do? - you giggle at his response

— I do want to. - you take his and in yours and before he starts leading to way to God knows where you stop giving him a childish look - Go somewhere quieter, I mean, not the nachos, don't know if that was clear. - you lean your head.

— Pretty clear to me, gorgeous - he winks smiling widely and start walking hand in hand with you.

He leads you to a room and closes the door behind him, you can still hear the muffled party music when he does so. Without saying a word more when getting there he puts his hands in the back of your neck pulling you closer to him, but didn't miss you yet, just brushing his lips on yours.

— You are one hundred percent aware of what you're doing right? - he asks you once more, his voice cracking, afraid you drank to much already. You giggle at his concern and reassure him.

— Had one or two beers, Druig, I'm as sobber as I can be - you break the space between you attacking his lips with yours, feeling a taste of alcohol and mint gum on the kiss, when his hands travel around your body and give your boobs a tight squeeze through your shirt, making you whine louder than you were expecting. — Sorry. - you smile looking at him with his eyes opened when he heard you. You didn't know if it was because of the low light of the room but his normally bright blue eyes were as dark as the night sky looking at you ir pure desire.

— Don't apologize, honey, I loved hearing you. - he kisses you fervently and this time you break it taking his shirt off in s fast movement, tossing it in the corner of the room - Someone's in a hurry.

— Shut up.

— You know - he says between kisses - I've always wanted to do this with yo- he smiles seeing you put your hands inside if his pants and holds his words back, stoping to enjoy the feeling of your hands around his pulsating cock. 

— You were saying, honey? - you look him in the eyes, inches away from his face, your noses touching when you speak, now pumping his dick slowly with your hands, your eyes matching his in a look full of lust.

— Hmhm I was- he mumbles some none sense trying to get the words to his mouth - I was saying - he tightens the grip on your waist pulling you closer while you still slowly masturbate him - I've pictured you like this before,- he takes a lock of hair from your forehead - In my head. You looking at me like that.

— Like what?

— Like a little slut.

— You like what you see, love? - you tight your grip on his cock, fastening your pace and seeing him bite his lips and nod.

— A lot. - he pulls you to a heated, sloppy kiss taking your hand out of his pants and pulling you to the bed you didn't care much at the moment who it belonged to. He sits and you put your legs on each side of him, now on his lap. Breaking the kiss you let your lips travel around his neck and a part of his naked chest, hearing the whines come out of his mouth making you feel your panties soaked.

On a quick move Drugs slides his hands inside your skirt, ticking the skin of your thighs to finally reach your panties, feeling the wetness of your pussy on his fingers and starting to move them in a slow pace still above the issue, putting pressure on your clit and hearing you whine. He sees you pull your head up leaving easier access to your neck and starts kissing and sucking it.

— This feels good, huh? You like it? You like it when I make you wet like this. - he puts your panties to the side letting his fingers in contact with your flesh, the contrast between your hot cunt and his cold fingers making you whimper and unconsciously hop on his hand to increase the contact. - You want me to put my fingers in you, love? Huh? - you nod while he kisses your neck - I'm gonna feel this warm little pussy in my hands. - he mumbled against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine. - Gonna make you feel so good, princess.

You let out a loud moan when he put his fingers on you, simulating your swollen clit with the other hand. You push your hips towards his touch and feel the knot on your stomach form.

— Holy shit, please, Druig I- fuck - you lean over him trying to hold your noises, thankful the sound outside was loud - Keep doing it, don’t stop, please. - you pull him back to kiss his lips until you feel your release coming on his fingers, making him look at you like a starved animal, he puts two fingers in your mouth making you taste yourself while sucking them.

— Good girl, that’s right, cleaning your mess, baby. I bet you taste as good as you feel.

— I want to feel you, Druig. - you say once his fingers are out of your mouth, touching your forehead with his. - inside me, please. - you almost beg.

— You’re clean? - he says trailing kisses down your neck and taking your shirt off to have easier access to your breasts, you groan with the feeling and chuckle slightly due to his concerned tone in the question.

— Yeah, you?

— Hmhm. - he mumbles against your skin, his mouth to busy to spill out any words.

—  Good, good. Then hurry up with this - you smile holding his hair with your hands. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth biting and sucking your tits, you wanted him inside you, plus the constant reminder people would miss you at the party and you didn’t really want to explain you were gone for so long because you were fucking with a boy after a thirty second conversation.

— Let me enjoy your gorgeous body first, baby. - you groan with the vibrations of his voice hitting your skin and let his mouth do it's job, your core tightening and pulsating as an effect his words had on you. Once you felt like you had enough you grab his hair locks to make him look at you, without having to say a word, Druig gets your sign and gets rid of your skirt and panties, like the look you gave him was the final drop he needed to get as needy as you were.

He leans your body carefully on the bed, tossing his own pants and underwear across the room in fast movements. His dick slaps against his stomach making a sinful moan scape your lips just by the sight as he leans down hovering above you. You look at his pulsating member dangerously close to your cunt and lead your hands towards it, Druig stops you pinning your hands above your head, holding them in place effortlessly. He looks at you with a boyish smile.

— Tell me what you want me to do, darling.

— I want you to fuck me, Druig. I need you inside of me. - you mumble quietly against his lips, noses touching and your mouth brushing in his as you speak. He pumps his cock a couple times more before putting it inside of you, filling and stretching your folds like a perfect fit, making you hiss with the feeling, adjusting your position beneath him.

— What is it? - he realizes you´re unquiet. - Can't take my huge cock, princess? - he feels you tight around him with his words and loses the dominant pose for a second, trying not to lose himself and start moving recklessly.

— Move. - you grin looking at him. Not needing a second more he gives you a strong lunge that feels like blows your insides, ticking all your senses at the same time on an crazy amount of pleasure.

— Atta, girl. - he whispers against your lips.

His words sent waves of pleasure up to your core. The sight of his face twisting in pleasure with every other lunge could make you cum just by itself. It was the most sinful yet most heavenly thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The silver chain oh his neck hitting your cheek when he fastened his pace, making you forget for those moments where you were, leaving out loud moans and begs of his name.

— They´ll hear you like that, sweetie. - he whispers in your ear, voice cracking when he tries to mouth more than four words.

— Let ‘em - you hold his shoulders strongly when you feel a familiar knot building back on your belly, your face showing him well enough that you were close without the need for words. He brings his hand down to rub your clit in circular motions while kissing your jaw and neck. - Druig, I’m gonna-

— Let it all out for me, honey, will ya? I want to feel your pussy clinging ‘round my dick, you can come. Come for me, baby, c’mon.

You let out your juices all over his dick, making him release himself right after you, making a mess on your thighs and belly and on the sheets. Druig lets his body fall over yours, without the strength to get up by himself and you both lay in silence enjoying the after sex atmosphere.

— Should I give you my number or sum? - you ask chuckling, he lifts up his chin to look at you, head resting on your bare chest as your breaths got back to the regular pace.

When you started going out with each other, way before you learned he was an eternal, you asked him casually about his birthday. The way he laughed was so genuine you thought you had told him the funniest joke in the world, but you did not understand at the time.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday.” Druig explained to you, a smile still in his face as his hand found yours and held it tightly.

In the moment his thumb stroked the skin of your hand you let the subject go, smiling at him and steping closer to give him a peck on the lips in the middle of the sidewalk.

…

It all clicked in the moment he told you about how long he had lived on Earth, how long he had existed. Spoiler: it was so much longer than you.

Some small parts you noticed and thought were weird in his behaviour started making sense for you, specially that part about not celebrating birthdays — he might have just learned it that way or maybe after the 1000th time it got tiresome.

So the last thing you expected as you steped into your apartment was the colorful baloons…and the cake filled with just the right ammount of candles…and your boyfriend with a birthday cap.

That was it for you.

“I can’t believe it!” You said, hand going to cover your mouth as you tried to hold back the gigantic smile that was threatening to appear.

“Surprise.” He said with that signature smirk of his, walking to hold both of your hands and bring you closer. “I think you should make a wish now, right?”

Still in disbelief, you looked at Druig and kissed him as a way of saying thanks, a way of just showing how much that meant to you. The smiles against each other's mouths were more than enough comfirmation that it was understood.

“I love you.” You just blurted it out. The very first time those three words slipped. “I love you so much.” But you didn’t seem to care, you loved him and that was it. You only wanted to say it then.

“I love you.” Druig side back, his forehead finding yours. “Since that first week.”

You could stay forever there. Safe in his arms and under the light of the candles in your cake, all just perfect.

Feeling Druig slip a birthday cap at the top of your head, you looked at him again with a raised brow this time.

“Don’t forget to make a wish.” He reminded you.

“I won’t. But there’s just one thing missing.” The fear passed his features for a bit, wasn’t it all perfect? “You need to sing me ‘happy birthday’.”

The relief was intantaneous, but Druig was already shaking his head. “Just make the wish.”

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While outside you breathe out deeply trying to fill your burning lungs with oxygen. As much as you hated to admit it, you were in love with Druig. Completely, humiliatingly, in love with him. You can’t remember when your infatuation started. Maybe it had always lurked deep in your heart but you couldn’t help but feel like you were meant to be together. Yet the love you felt seemed completely one sided - Druig didn’t hate you or anything, almost the opposite, you two were very close friends which makes his interest in Makkari even worse. He had never out rightly told you he wanted to pursue a relationship with her but his obvious flirting made it clear to you. Recently it’s become hard to be around Druig as you try to keep your butterflies at bay and so you began to distance yourself. You felt it was for the best - you could keep your friendship with Druig and he had more time to flirt with Makkari.

Druig knew something was off, he didn’t need to read your mind to notice how you left the room when he entered or wouldn’t laugh as hard at his jokes as you used to, to be honest he thought you were getting bored of being around him. For some time he tried to convince himself he was making it up, it was his own insecurities he was projecting but soon the other eternals noticed something was wrong and began to question him, and what hurt him the most is he didn’t know what he did. After watching your departure from the party, he refocused his attention on Makkari. Half of him wanted to chase after you to find out why you had left in such a hurry but the other half realised you probably didn’t want him there. ‘You should speak to her’ Makkari signed across the table, “I don’t think she’ll want to speak to me” Druig murmurs, reuling on her powers to feel vibrations and lip read to understand what he said. ‘You won’t know unless you try’ She signs, this time he unfolds his previously crossed arms to sign back, ‘What if I make it worse?’ ‘You won’t unless you do something stupid’ His mind begins to race, what includes something stupid? He felt like crying out, he didn’t know what to do, he wanted to take you in his arms and take away anything that makes you upset yet it seems like you want nothing to do with him. 

Before you started ignoring Druig, he was planning to tell you he was in love with you and had been for thousands of years. Makkari was helping him plan the way he would tell you and what he would say, but the fear of rejection and self doubt lingered in his thoughts so he continued to put off the admission no matter how harsh Makkari was on him.

Druig can’t stand the thought of you standing out in the cold by yourself anymore so he stands, you can either come back inside into the warm and ignore him or maybe you two could have the longest conversation in the past few months. Makkari claps lightly as he stands, however he brushes it off and saunters over to the entrance, he walks under the entryway and finds you standing slightly further along the path.