#druig request

“I suppose” he mumbled.

“Well, I’m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup. Keep drinking water” I said with a finger pointed at him, letting him know it wasn’t a suggestion.

I walk over to the kitchen once again and get started on the soup. I hear him yell, “I can’t exactly do that now that you’ve swaddled my arms y/n!”

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I come back after a while with the soup ready to find him asleep. He looks so cute and peaceful, I smile.

He really needs his rest so I put the soup away for him to eat later. I hear him move around on the couch and mumble my name.

Worried something might be wrong I rush towards him to find he’s perfectly fine. But he’s still mumbling and talking incoherently. That’s when I realize, he’s a sleep talker.

I kneel beside him, “Druig? You awake?”

He opens his eyes but when I wave my hand in front of his face he doesn’t respond. “Holy shit” I whisper trying not to laugh.

“Y/n!” He suddenly exclaims my name which startles me. “Y/n, she’s really pretty”.

My face goes red. Did he just—

“Her earlobes are very nice I’ll have you know” he mumbles as if he’s talking to someone, only I don’t know who.

“Druig?” I say softly but I’m afraid to wake him.

He smiles, “She smells like honey, I like honey. Buzz buzzz”

I throw my hand over my mouth to keep myself from bursting into laughter. He’s really out of it. I might as well see what else I can get out of him.

“What else do you like about her?” I ask. For a moment I thought he wouldn’t respond, but he did.

“Bloody hell, everything. She has eyes, they’re beautiful. And her smile n’ hair” he slurs his words and yet somehow I can make out what he’s saying.

I’m probably red as a tomato at this point, my cheeks hurt from smiling like a goof. Does he really feel this way about me?

“Anything else?” I ask, dying to know more.

“Plenty. She’s very smart that one. And funny, but don’t tell her I said that,” he laughed, “it’ll go to her head”

“But she’s also,” he continued, taking a pause to contemplate, “very kind. She is the kindest human I’ve ever met. She takes care of me, and I wanna take care of her y’know? She’s just bloody perfect”

I muster up the courage to ask, “Do you love her?”

But he went back to talking incoherently and then just stopped all together, sleeping soundly.

Damn it. I have to know. I can’t just pretend I never heard all this. But what if it’s not true? What if they’re just that, incoherent words?

I have to know.

“Druig? Druig wake up” I start shaking his shoulder, jolting him awake.

“Hm? What?” His voice is groggy and his eyebrows are knit together in confusion.

“I-I um,” fuck, maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, “I have a question”

He props himself up on his elbow and looks at me, our faces close, but not close enough.

“Do you love me?” I say hesitantly. He blinks a few times and his mouth falls slightly open; clearly taken aback by my question. In my eyes there’s panic that I made the wrong choice.

“Yes, y/n, I always have” he says with a smile. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding and rest my forehead on his.

We both laugh, “I love you too” I say.

“What made you ask though?”

I giggle, “No reason” and go in for a kiss but he stops me.

“As much as I wanna kiss you, I don’t wanna get you sick” he says.