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Cross My Heart and Hope You Die [Preview]

Content warnings: Attempted rape and murder

This shit can be pretty triggering so please be responsible in your media consumption!

Preview summary: A certain serial killer’s plan is delayed by an unexpected visit from you.

It was a moonless night.

At mercy of the wind and rain of Gotham city, Edward sat atop a twelve story building that overlooked the Mayors penthouse. His face was frozen against the elements as he watched the politician at his desk; paperwork sprawled about with his shirt sleeves bunched up along his forearms.

The Mayor looked stressed to say the least and had decided to stay in for the night (much to his wife's dismay)— ultimately missing the Halloween festivities that his son had been talking about for the past week.

Little did his wife know that instead of working late every other night this week, he was off at the iceberg lounge talking up women thirty years younger than him; hence the pileup of paperwork that sat patiently at his desk.

Gothams biggest Halloween event was at a venue across the city and the family wasn’t expected to be back from it until 1 Am at the earliest. Edward glanced at his watch and knew he had to start soon. It was now a little past ten and everything he had planned for the past two years was about to come to fruition.

Slowly, he crept through the apartment building; trailing through various hallways that smelled of cleaning supplies and expensive perfume. It was almost humorous that all the richest people in Gotham were living in a apartment building that had such weak security.  The cameras were easy enough to override and most of the security team was on the third floor occupying a Halloween event that the Mayor would never show up to.

His vision was slightly hindered due to the eyeholes blocking some of his peripherals, but Eddie wasn't too nervous about anyone sneaking up on him. Equipped with enough ammunition to clear out a mall, he huffed around his black duffle bag that was slung around his shoulder until reaching his destination.

Once he got into the luxurious penthouse, he searched for a possible hiding spot to house him while he waited for the opportunity to strike. As he circled the living room he found small coat closet just behind the couch.

Sitting patiently from a darkened room, he spied on the unsuspecting politician who had just strolled into the living room from his office, rambling relentlessly on the phone. Edward would have to wait until he got off of the call in order to get in his kill— couldn't risk anyone hearing.

"Okay Jim, just send the shit over..." The Mayor barked over the phone. ".....Yeah, yeah. I know...........You know wha—....No you're not listening.....Jim!" He sighed. "It's late and i'm tired. I'm not telling you again: get him fired! If Andrew has a problem with it, call me in the morning." Hanging up the phone, he stormed past the cluttered closet holding the masked intruder, unaware of the horrible acts that were about to take place

Placing his hand on the back of the closet door, Edward knew it was time to put his plan into motion. Just as he was about to make himself present within the living room, there was a knock at the front door.

Slinking back into the closet, Edwards anxiety skyrocketed at this new variable being added to his equation.

"I'm sorry Mayor Mitchell, I have some urgent letters from the commissioner." An unfamiliar voice from the doorway expressed.

"Had to come this late at night? This couldn't wait til the fuckin' morning?" He exclaimed with his continued frustration.

"He said it was important." Edward could tell from the sound of your voice that you were uneasy with the Mayors overpowering anger.

Taking a second to breathe, the Mayor looked you over. The way his eyes scanned down your figure made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to drop off the papers and leave.

Finally breaking the silence, he motioned for you to enter the penthouse. "Just put them over on the desk in the office. It's the door on the right."

Letting go of the breath you were holding you gave a quick nod and made your way to the door, unaware of the stalking figure observing the two of you.

Opening the office door, you made your way over to the desk where various files and letters were scattered about. Adding your papers to the mess, you felt something creep up behind you. It was warm and far too close for you to be comfortable.

"M...Mayor?" You asked hesitantly.

From the closet, Edward could make out the rough silhouette of the two of you. Patience wearing thing, he moved from his position and worked his way towards the office. If he had to kill en extra person to ensure his plan would succeed, so be it.

Back in the room, your stomach dropped as you felt the Mayors hand trail from the side of your thigh to the swell of your pencil skirt. Fear was bubbling up from inside and you felt your eyes watering as you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

"You know how many women would throw themselves at the chance to be with a man like me?" He whispered into your ear. "It's late. Why not stay for the night? We have a guest suite down the hall. And I think I have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from 1968 in the wine cooler. Can't imagine the Commissioner is paying you too well. Spoil yourself tonight." He began to litter your neck with kisses and you had to do everything to keep yourself from throwing up.

Collecting yourself, you attempted to wiggle out of the situation. "Sir, I'm supposed to be getting home soon."

Ignoring you, be began to grind his hip into yours. You were unable to stop the tears that were making their way down your cheeks.

"Please." You whimpered. "Please stop. I won't tell anyone about this just please, I have to get home." Desperation was evident in your voice as you tried to physically remove yourself from his hold.

Frustrated with your antics, the Mayor bent you over the desk and started to forcefully separate your legs.

You began to fight against his hold—much to his dismay— and launched your elbow into his ribs, causing him to let go. Finally released from his grasp, you ran towards the door, but not before he grabbed a hold of your forearm; trapping you once again.

Bring you to the floor, he laid you on your back and restrained your wrists about your head with one of his own. He used his free hand to smack you across the face before reaching into his pant pocket to retrieve a small Swiss-army knife.

"Now you're gonna be good for me unless you wanna leave a lot uglier than when you walked in." He threatened as he waved the blade in front of your face.

Frozen in fear, you tried to muffle your sobs as he let go of your wrists before working to lift your skirt.

As he worked to remove your skin clad tights, you tried to look elsewhere to take yourself out of this personal hell. Your eyes scanned for a phone or tool; hell even a pen would've been useful.

But it wasn't until you looked back up to the vile monster above you, did you notice a different (but equally terrifying) subject leering over his shoulder: a masked man.

Your eyes were blown wide and you weren't sure if you should remain quiet in terror or scream for help at the figure. But as he brought himself closer to your attacker, you were caught in the headlights and couldn't move an inch.

The way his eyes remained unseen from behind his glasses made shivers run up your spine and you weren't sure if you liked it or not.

It wasn't until you heard a clang next to your head were you taken back into your reality: the knife.

In pure stupidity the Mayor had dropped his only weapon in order to more efficiently take off his pants and you weren't exactly sure what your next move should be. Looking back up to the foreboding masked man, you watched as he turned his head to the knife, then back to you, then to the knife once again. It was almost as if he was waiting for you to do something as well.

Now equally undressed, the Mayor started to remove himself from his underwear and you knew that your undergarments were next. Your breath quickened once you realize what needed to be done. Quickly in rapid succession, just as the Mayor began to shift your underwear, you stretched out your arm and grasped the knife before bringing it between the two of you.

Taken by surprise, he attempted to fight you for the weapon.

"You fuckin' bitch!" He grunted as he used one hand to choke you and the other to fight your own hands in order to grab the knife.

You knew deep down that there was only one thing that would stop him was the metal object between he two of you and you didn't have much time to use it, given that spots were beginning to litter your vision.

Physically bracing yourself, you put all of your strength into your arm and dug the knife deep into the Mayors torso, right under his ribs.

Shocked at the searing pain that shot through his chest, the Mayor looked where the blade had been lodged in his body. Your eyes locked with his as he attempted to get a word out, but nothing came. The two of you were stuck in that position for what felt like an eternity before he collapsed on top of you.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Your cursed out loud; your actions just now catching up with your mind. He was heavy atop you and now you were wiggling to get free.

Put the last of your weening strength into your arms, you managed to flip the Mayor over before scrambling back along the floor. Out of breath and physically exhausted, you removed the blade from his chest and held the blood soaked dagger out towards the mysterious figure that had watched you with empty eyes.

To ensure distance between the two of you, you jutted the weapon in his direction."Stay the fuck back!" You screamed.

Ignoring your request he sauntered over to you. His figure casting an overwhelming shadow over your body.

"Leave me alone!" Your demands were turning to sobs as you felt how tired your body was.

He wasn't scared of you in the slightest, nor should he be. Sure, you could take some idiot flailing around on top of you, but you knew you couldn't take this man down with the palm sized weapon in your hand.

Reaching down to your shaking figure, you felt your heart stop as his gloved hand made soft contact with your face. He caressed your tear stand cheeks as he looked down on you. His eyes were piercing under his reflective frames, and you were hypnotized by his presence.

"Leave out the back door. Security isn't lined along the west staircase. Burn the clothes and take the papers with you."

Confused at his antics you hesitated to get up.

Frustrated at you for not listening to his directions he threw out a sharp sigh. "I said leave."

Surprised at his decision to let you go, you quickly followed his instructions and picked yourself up from the floor. Papers in one hand and your set of heels in the other, you looked back at the mysterious intruder who was moving the Mayors body into an office chair and securing his body to it with duct tape.

Before leaving the room you attempted to thank the man for handling your...issue.

"Thank you by the way." You timidly muttered and gave a curt bow before starting out the door, leaving your accomplice to finish his work.

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I’m gonna try really hard to get another piece of work out to y’all as fast as I can but please keep in mind I’ve been stewing over this since March. I just want everything to be perfect for y’all plus it’s really hard to make such a toxic character lovable. If calc doesn’t kill me this week I’ll see if I can treat you guys with a lil something from my ask box.

love youuuu <3

#edward nashton #the riddler fic #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #the batman fic #danonation fic

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HI GIRLIE <3 how you holding up? I just wanted to say that I've just read puppy girl and it was just phenomenal, when's part 2 coming? Remember to stay hydrated!!

part two was just posted! sorry it took so long, it’s been a really busy couple weeks! lmk how you like it and my asks are open :)

#druig fic

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Self-Preservation

Summary: Ever since leaving the Eternals you’ve been able to live the life you’d always wanted. Even though it get’s a bit lonely at times, it’s better than fighting an endless war.

Part 2 of Puppy Dog

Content Warning: Angst, slight makeup, lil bit of kissing :)

Work Count: 4.6 K

Present

Unpopular opinion: you looked forward to getting calls from work.

As an environmental specialist you traveled the world to do field work in the most remote parts of the planet. You've dived to the sea floor, hiked to the top of Mt. Everest, been to Antarctica (twice), and those were just some things off the top of your head.

You lived in Washington State, specifically Forks. When you told people that they'd always ask 'isn't that where they filmed Twilight?' and the answer was always 'yeah it is’. The world outside your little cabin in the woods was wet and dreary; just how you liked it. Maybe it was a trait of yours to be drawn to temperamental and mysterious places.

You sat at your window drinking tea while you watched the rain pour. Bundled up in the thick sweats and fluffy socks you made yourself cozy and listened to the sound rain drops hitting the roof of your house.

As you sat there on your couch you let your mind wander. Thoughts of the people you've met, hearts you've touched, and so on began play through your brain. You've lived countless lives and met countless people but you were constantly met with the reminder that they could never stay for long.

And you were lonely.

Maybe loneliness suited you. After all it's not like you could just tell the world of your existence; not with the multitude of super humans coming out of the woodworks. You'd probably end up causing another pointless battle which lead to pointless deaths.

*ring ring*

Being pulled from your thoughts you reached onto the coffee table in front of you and grabbed your phone. You were met with a picture of your friend, Kaleb. The two of you worked together on various projects and you had a feeling another one was coming.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You said.

"You'd never guess who I just ran into." His voice carried with excitement.

"I'm guessing it wasn't Tim—" You chided, "he's been trying to get a hold of you for this new project, maybe you should return his calls."

"I'll start returning his calls once he pays me back!" He retorted. "Anyways no. It wasn't that ass clown, it was Jenny Wood. And she had some interesting things to say about Shelby. You remember her right?"

"Isn't she working somewhere in the Amazon or something?" You questioned.

"Yeah at least she did before she was relocated." He added with lace of mystery. 

"Relocated? What for?" Your interest was now peaked.

"So get this. Two months ago Shelby got a letter from some old-ass rich guy in Peru. Says his property's water source is being effected by some issues linked to a factory upstream; he asks Shelby if she could record data on some issues in their water—"

"Why not ask a water treatment specialist?" You asked.

"Exactly what I said! But apparently even though this water thing wasn't even in her field she still flew down to Peru. And guess what? No one's heard from her since."

You dreaded the thought that something had happened to a previous colleague of yours. You and the girl were never close but she was good at heart, and that's all that mattered.

"Where do you come into this?" You replied.

"No just me. Us." He continued. "Shelbys company looked at the letter and found out that the property she was sent to is one of the most untouched parts of Peru's rainforest. It's like a haven of new discoveries waiting to be made!"

"Ah I see, you want to do some exploring." You said while rolling your eyes.

"Jenny works at the same place Shelby does and says that their company would be paying top dollar for us to take a couple notes on what we see there." He relayed.

"That's if we even go." You retorted.

"I know you like mystery, Y/N. We're going."

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Four Days Later

The air was humid and thick as you broke through the tree line of the Peruvian rainforest. The lush foliage stretched on further than you could see and you were careful to watch out for anything dangerous in your surroundings. Map in hand, you dragged your boots through the muddy terrain of the forest floor.

A large backpack was strapped to your shoulders that had been filled to the brim with supplies for your week long trip. To your side, Kaleb huffed to keep pace with you. His steps were large and clunky as he attempted to match your strides; the twenty-nine year old was relatively fit for a human, but he was no match for your Eternal enhancements.

After discussing the details of the job to Kaleb, the two of you had decided to accept the job from Jenny’s company. The first part of your "mission" was to talk to the head of the estate that sent the letter to Shelby. You were told to ask a few questions, do a quick check-in for Shelby, then break off to do independent research on the jungle.

You've been to countless rainforests during your extensive lifetime. Thousands of years on the planet meant that you knew what ecosystems like this one sounded like. The chirping of nesting birds, the grunting of the primates, and the buzzing of the pestering bugs were all familiar noises in the tropics.

This forest was different. Quiet.

As you drew closer and closer to the estate, you found that the only noises you could hear anymore were coming from you and Kaleb. Before you could mention the lack of creatures around, your partner called out to you, "I think I see houses out there in the distance!".

Peering ahead and saw the faint silhouette of buildings. "I'm surprised I haven't seen a road or anything." You quipped.

Blisters bore into your feet as the two of you approached the houses. Glancing around, you attempted to find a road or even vehicles that could indicate where exactly these owners traveled from, but were met with none.

Instead you noticed other signs of life; a wheelbarrow here, a rake there, some areas for sitting and so on.

As you approached the cabins you began to hear the murmur of people talking. Sweat was dripping down your face as images of cool water and a place to rest were within your reach.

Once making it to where to trees ended and the buildings began, you heard the noise of Kalebs feet stop behind you.

"Holy shit," he whispered. "It's a fuckin' cult."

On the other side of the cabins you saw men and women of different ages dressed in similar clothes working about the compound. Though nothing was suspicious about their actions, you too felt something off in your gut.

In an attempt to ease your partner, you gave him a light-hearted laughed. "Just cause' people are wearing the same thing doesn't mean that they're in a cult." You stated as you started looking around. "Anyways, this seems like the right place; lets go talk to the property owner".

Kaleb hissed out to you as he attempted to keep his voice down. “You wanna talk to the cult we just stumbled upon? You're crazy."

"We didn't stumble upon them, we were sent here for a job." You said as you approached a woman grinding corn into corn flour.

"Buenos dias." You stood next to the woman and waited for her response. Instead of looking up at you she simply continued to do her job.

Kaleb huffed behind you. "She's ignoring us, Y/N. They clearly don't want us here."

Ignoring the impatient man behind you, you crouched in front of the woman and swiped your hand in front of her gaze. To your surprise she didn't even register the gesture.

"Give me your phone." Your brow furrowed as you stood up and you moved on to a pair boys sitting next to the woman. As you situated yourself between the two, you noticed that the children were talking amongst themselves; showing an indication that they could hear.

Taking Kaleb's device from behind you, you turned on the flashlight before slowly swiping the phone across their gaze. Again, no reaction.

"Their eyes aren't dilating and it seems like they can't hear me. I think you're right; there's something...interesting about them.".

You put Kaleb's phone in your bag before turning towards the woman once again. She seemed content and at ease but you knew something was wrong with her as well as the eerie energy of the jungle around you. This also meant that you had reasonable suspicion that if you found Shelby she'd be in a similar state.

Your attention however was quickly cut away from the village when you saw a large figure shifting in the foliage just behind the cabins. A low growl emitted from the entity and you knew for a fact that it wasn't anything friendly. "Kaleb get into one of the buildings." You warned.

"What? Why?" He asked in a state of panic as the silhouette got closer and closer.

You heart began to race as the growling got louder and you didn't dare take your eyes off the predator as you instructed your friend. "Just go! Now!"

Suddenly the creature pounced from the woods and allowed it's body to be hit by the light. You stomach dropped as you took in it's form: it was a deviant.

Even though it'd been over a millennium since you've seen the monsters, you didn't have time to be scared when there were lives to protect around you. Knowing you couldn't possible burn the creature like you had all those years ago, you had to come up with a plan. Quickly springing into action you attempted to work just as you had in the past: freezing the deviant then cutting off it's head.

Even with the presence of the deviant, the people of the community still didn’t acknowledge anything happening around them. This meant that you would have to get the beast as far away as possible.

Rushing to aide the people you dashed towards the deviant with nothing but pure adrenaline running through your veins. This was the first time you've tried fighting one of the creatures on your own, but it's not like you had a choice.

Arm stretched outward, you attempted to freeze the deviant to the ground. A blast of ice was expelled from your hands and struck the beast on it's front left leg. A brief sense of satisfaction washed through you before you tried to do the same to the other appendage.

Unfortunately for you, hundreds upon hundreds of years without practice left you rusty and your powers weren't as strong as they used to be. As you managed to freeze one leg to the ground the other one would free itself. Your goal was becoming more difficult as you felt yourself growing tired.

Deciding to switch tactics, you tested how your fire abilities would fair in this fight. Burning and scorching the monster you were able to corner it into a thicket of trees. It snarled and lashed at you with ferocity that scared you senseless. Barely dodging the offending attacks, you looked for a moment that would allow you to land the final blow.

Finally lunging at the creature, you turned your arm into an ice-sword and effectively sliced it's head off. It's tendons were thick and rough, thus making the act difficult, but that didn't stop you from killing the monster.

Feet back on the ground, you stood for a moment to catch your breath; not caring as blood and other innards splattered out onto you. Giving yourself a couple of seconds to catch your breath, you turned to go find your partner and check if everyone was safe.

It was then when you were face to face with another deviant.

Startled once more, you weren't able to think before it pounced at you; it's teeth and claws just inches from your face. As you cringed in anticipation of utter agony you closed your eyes and braced for impact.

A few seconds ticked by before you opened you eyes and you had come to find that monster was sitting still in front of you. This time however, you noted the unsettling noise of flesh tearing. Looking past it's face you saw a blade impaled in it's torso, it's guts dripping out onto your shoes; creating a sort of sloppiness to your favorite hiking boots.

Traveling your eyes up the blade you noticed a smaller figure standing on the other side of the deviant. With a grunt they flung the monster to the ground.

Taking in their full form you tried to stifle the gasp that was quick to make it past your lips.

"Y/N?" The man called out.

He was wearing a dark set of work clothes and his face was speckled withdirt. The baggy sleeves of his hemp shirt were rolled up his forearms. His chest was heaving as he looked up to you.

Sorrow was all you felt when your eyes met his. Being in his presence once again after all those years did nothing to prepare you for the overwhelming sense of dread that tightened around your heart.

"Druig..." You whispered as you broke the tension. His eyes were softer than when you saw him last, but as you dove deeper into them you saw that they were still distant; unreadable. Your mind raced with questions: 'Why was he here? Did he know I would come? Does he miss me?'

Obviously taken aback himself, Druig attempted to say what was on his mind. "I'm surprised that you're even still alive. Ajak said she hadn't seen you since..." He trailed off.

"Since I left? Yeah, that was kind of the point." Your voice held a pinch of sarcasm.

He attempted to take a step towards you and instinctively your feet pushed you away from the telepath.

A frown embedded his face as he took a deep sigh. "Look, I'm sure your tired and probably need somewhere to crash tonight. I'm usually not one to invite outsiders, but if you'd like to stay to at least recharge, you're welcome to."

You didn't know what to do in the moment, sure you didn't want anything to do with the mind reader but deep down you knew it would be best to have an actual bed to sleep in for the night.

"Fine."

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A few hours later

After settling Kaleb into his cabin (after a very important conversation), you managed to take a quick shower in the quaint bathroom just a few cabins down from your own. Putting on a pair of pajamas, you stuffed your dirty laundry and items back into your bag before looking around your room for the night.

The pounding noise of rain against the tin roof was relaxing as you navigated the small cabin. The oil lamps flickered and jumped as you passed them, giving the room a warm and somewhat mellow atmosphere. You could make out the faint sound of music playing from a record player somewhere on the compound and you felt yourself release the tension that had been forming since bumping into the mind reader.

It wasn't until you had sat down in the surprisingly comfortable bed that the weight of the day sunk it.

Seeing him again shook you to your core. Just speaking to him again sent flashbacks of how terrible your life used to be. The constant death, war, and heartache wasn't something you missed.

You had pictured this exact moment since you left and while you didn't expect him to grovel at your feet in guilt, nothing could've prepared you to how it would feel to actually see him.

Your spiraling thoughts were gone once you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." You called out to the unknown figure.

With cautious steps, you watched as the mind reader himself make his way into your space. He was wearing different clothes from before and his hair was wet from a shower he probably just got out of before coming to see you.

From your spot on the bed he was able to look down on you; something that reminded you of your old dynamic.

His face was that of stone and his eyes scanned over you. "So?" He asked.

Confused at his statement you responded in a similar tone, "So?..."

His lips grew into a tight line and he placed his hands on his hips as if he was scolding a child. "You know exactly what I’m asking. How could you just leave? Do you know how you made everyone feel when you just abandoned us?”

You felt overwhelmed at his questions and tried putting up an invisible wall between the two of you. "I’m not doing this right now. And if I'm being completely honest, I don’t think I will ever want to. I came here for a job and that's what I'm going to do".

Rubbing the bridge of his nose he replied. "I'd think your family who hasn’t seen you for thousands of years is more important that some stupid job."

It was impossible to not roll your eyes. "Family? We weren't a family. We were teammates at best!"

"Fine, teammates, family, whatever. I feel like I deserve to know why you just left!" He barked.

"You deserve nothing from me!" You abruptly got up and started closing in on the telepath. You weren't going to let him intimidate you.

His face was pinched and you saw him getting redder and redder with anger. "What? You're still mad about some shit I said before fuckin’ paper was invented?" He grimly laughed. "Do yourself a favor and grow up, Y/N."

“You don’t get to say that!” You interjected.

“Am I wrong?” He sneered getting louder.

You were getting in his face now. “Yes Druig. You’re wrong.”

“Asking you to get over some petty grudge isn’t crazy of me! It’s you—” His arms were spread to the ceiling while his body attempted to intimidate you by looming over your figure. “—deserting everyone just cause you couldn’t get along with a teammate”.

"You're going to make me feel crazy for doing something about how you treated me? You're going to make me the bad guy?" The feeling of rage was overwhelming and you felt tears threaten to spill from your eyes. "Druig, I—" You stopped. The air around you getting quiet at your sudden reservation.

He was panting now. His glare was burning a hole through you. "You what?"

Anger was then replaced with anxiety as you struggled to find the words. "I’m not the bad guy. I’m not the villain or the monster for doing what I did. I’m sorry that you felt hurt by me leaving, but Druig I...I loved you.” You hands were clenched in tight fist as you pushed yourself to speak.

“I loved you so much that it hurt, okay? I let you bully me, and torment me, and belittle me because I was stupid. I was stupid to believe that allowing you to what you did was fine. You can’t just stand here in front of me and disregard what happened just because it was a long time ago. I need an answer. I deserve to know what happened that made you hate me so much.”

He stood there without saying a word. His face was contorted in a mixture of confusion and sheer anxiety. You fought the urge to strike, or scream, or scare him just so you could hear him say something.

"Druig...I want to know why you treated me like you did." You pressed. Your voice was now dripping with desperation to receive the closure you had longed for.

"Y/N." He sighed as he dropped his gaze to the floor. His demeanor was more reserved than before. His shoulders sinking as his voice got quieter. "I-I don't know."

"That's not an answer and you know it." You replied through gritted teeth.

Backing away from you slowly, you noticed that Druig was attempting to put space between the two of you.

Reached out, you grabbed his arm. "Druig please, I just need an answer."

Looking back up at you, you saw that his eyes weren’t filled with the usual anger, but guilt. "I should've told you this awhile ago Y/N...”

“Told me what?” You questioned.

You could tell that he was contemplating to drop the subject again but you weren’t going to let him. “Druig, what were you supposed to tell me?”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, he caved in. “Y/N, you’re...different from the others.” He gave you a saddened look. “The other Eternals, that is.”

You were confused. "Different how?"

He brought his hand up to your head. “Cause...” You noted how cool and rough his fingers were as he caressed your upper brow."I can hear every thought in your head, Y/N.”

Feeling betrayed you took a step back; removing his hand from your temple. "What?"

His eyes looked around as if he was trying to find the right words. "Every idea...whim...daydream. I can hear all of it." He swallowed. "I know I should've told you —and I'm sorry—but I didn't know how. Not after...afte—"

"After you found out I loved you." You finished his statement.

“I felt like telling you would’ve done more harm in good. I thought it was better to ignore it like I did with every human on the planet, but it’s not the same.” He tried to reclose the gap between the two of you. “It’s not the same because a human can’t possibly know me. They can’t love me or empathize with me the same way you can. Their love is so quick; it’s gone before I can even decided what to eat for breakfast! But you? You love me in a way I’ve never felt.”

“How can you say that?” You reply in offense. “You have so many people who love and care about you, but I never saw you treat them like how you treat me.”

“Because I can’t hear them, Y/N!” He exasperated. The two of you were now inches apart.

With hesitation, his hands that were once by his side reached up to lightly grab your shoulders. His eyes held a sense of fear that only seemed to get worse as he continued his confession.

The sign of affection startled you but you didn’t try to stop him. This was an entirely new side to him you’ve never seen —never felt.

He took a deep breath before continuing.“Because when I hear how you think about me, I know it’s better for the both us to push you away. And so I did whatever I could to get you to hate me. I’m not worth getting to know, Y/N. Isn’t that why Makkari left me? She’d probably give you a list of things wrong with me.” He gave a wet laugh.

“I can’t ruin love for you like I did to her. You don’t know me Y/N; I’m jealous and angry and everything you’re not. So yeah...I couldn’t give you what you wanted. I never could’ve. No matter how much I wanted to give in, it’s easier for you to hate me than to see what would happen if I gave into this.”

His words were nothing but a whisper as your gaze darted from his eyes to his lips.

“And what is this?”

Tension in the room was thick as the two of you inched closer together. The only sound was coming from outside; crickets and other bugs making beautiful white noise. Now nose to nose you were able to fully take him in. He smelled faintly of soap and citrus. Unsure of what to do, you watched as he studied your face before pulling your body even closer to him.

“I don’t know but it scares me.” He spoke lightly.

He shut his eyes and you decided to do the same as his mouth made it’s way to yours. The subtle taste of toothpaste ran across your tongue as you made the first few hesitant kisses to his lips. The sheer act of kissing him was like nothing you’d ever experienced before; it was explosive but soft and intimate at the same time.

His hands rested on the curve of your lower back and attempted to push you into him. Giving in, you dug your fingers into his hair. His locks were soft and still slightly damp from his shower.

Finally, you remembered exactly who you were dealing with. A flash of shame came across your mind as you were reminded of all the humiliation that you had been through, and here you were kissing the man who caused it. Placing your hands on his chest, you pushed him away lightly; breaking the kiss.

An array of emotions had overwhelmed you. You were bombarded with excitement for what was to come and guilt for letting him get what he wanted so quickly. “You can’t just do that, Druig.” You mentally cursed at your voice for how meek you sounded. Clearing your throat, you tried again. “You can’t just suddenly apologize and expect me to love you like I did. I respect myself too much to let that happen.”

Druig felt as though he was grasping at straws to convince you to give him another chance. “Y/N... I can’t even tell you how much I regret what I did.” He let his eyes take you in before continuing. “None of this fixes the past. I know. And you have every right to be mad at me and never see me again. But I mean it when I say, if you give me another chance I’ll be there for you. This can be whatever you want it to; I just want to be in your life if you’ll let me.”

His words felt sincere and you toiled with the possibilities that Druig had laid out. Of course the little voice in the back of your head was eager to submit to his idea, but on the other hand you knew he hadn’t earned it.

“I don’t know...” You murmured.

Giving you a half-pained smile he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You don’t have to know right now. It’s a lot to think about.”

A few seconds had gone by before you had a proper response to the man. “I don’t forgive you —I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to— but I want to try. I want to try to be happy instead of just pushing my problems to the side.” You stated.

You weren’t sure if you had made the right decision, but you couldn’t deny the amount of weight that was taken off your chest.

Processing your words, he nodded. “Of course. I’m not going to push you to do anything.” He tried to hide the slight grin that your words gave him. “I’ll give you a bit of space for the night, but don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

Appreciative of his actions you have him a soft hug before he left the room, giving you a quick smile before shutting the door behind him.

Going back to your bed, you laid back and looked at the ceiling. The rain had turned more into a light drizzle and slowly began to lull you to sleep. Your mind and body were tired from the exhausting day and you wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

Closing your eyes you tried not to think about the amount work that this new relationship with Druig was going cause. It was scary, but ultimately you knew that you’d be okay with whatever the universe managed to throw at you.

You weren’t doing all of this just because he whispered sweet words in your ear and cried in front of you, but because this is what you wanted. Making a decision for yourself was just as empowering as when you left a millennium ago. It was something you prided yourself in.

Maybe this was a bad idea and you would ending up leaving him, or maybe this is the best choice you’ve ever made. Either way you were prepared to deal with it.

This was your life and you were going to do whatever the fuck you wanted.

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a/n: my bad if it’s a little sloppy, i tried to make it make sense for Y/N to get back with Druig (please don’t get back with someone after they emotionally abuse you for years, no matter how good the excuse is). I’m so so so sorry this took so long; I didn’t expect to make a part two, but since y’all were so nice I quite literally slaved away on this for the past two weeks (I’m not complaining because in the end I love making you guys happy). Lmk if there’s any mistakes in it! <3

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i should be finishing part 2 this week! thank you for the love!!! ❤️✨

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No Stealing in the Jungle

Summary: As a mortal living in the Peruvian Rainforest, you know the rules. It’s a relatively easy set of rules to follow: don’t leave the compound, don’t hurt the community, and avoid The Man.

Content Warning: 18+ Smut (duh), some implied mind-reading, a lil degrading, idk it’s smut y’all know the drill, smut smut smutty smut

Word Count: 3.8 K

Time moved slowly in camp.

Maybe it was due to the fact that the only trace of music was from the birds and the only food on the table was from the farm, but it was nice. A predictable pattern that lead to a predictable day and thus a predictable life.

You had lived in the jungle for as long as you can remember (and that’s not saying much). The swaying of the myrtle and acacia trees of the Peruvian Rainforest shielded you from any view of planes or the slight twinkle of satellites. Although you didn’t know such things existed you knew that there was something off about you life the moment you heard about The Man.

“He’ll look at your and know your whole life story”

“Make you forget things that you knew”

“Take control of your soul and move you like a puppet”

“He’s the devil”

Though you had never encountered him before (he was gone on expeditions regularly) you hoped to the heavens that you’d never have meet him.

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It had been a particularly hellish day. The slivers of sunlight that bore it’s way through the treetops was enough to make your skin hot as you worked around the community. As you moved produced from one side of the village to the other, you were dowsed in sweat and dirt had made its home under your fingernails

Your stomach growled continuously as you rolled a wheelbarrow full of bananas across the little village; temptation to reach in and take one was growing on you. It was your fault in all honesty. You had skipped lunch in order to take a nap and you were facing the consequences.

Stopping your trek you reached your hand in the wheelbarrow, it’s not like anyone would really notice, right? Once the banana was pocketed in your left pocket, you pushed the cargo to the back door of the pantry house where you were met with an unfamiliar face.

His dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes were the first notable thing about him (the second being his intimidating gaze). He walked towards you with a sense of purpose and royalty as you stood frozen in place.

This was The Man.

Coming to your side he leaned in close to where you could feel his breath on your ear.

“I’m don’t like thieves, Y/N. Not here.” He spoke.

His voice had the most lovely of accent you’d never heard and it caused goosebumps to litter your skin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stammered playing dumb.

He clicked his teeth and shook his head with a sense of disappointment on his face. His body language quickly becoming more menacing as his hand began to rise. Quickly grabbing you by your hair, he leaned your head back; exposing your neck to the sky he spoke again looking you deep in the eyes.

“And I like liars even less”.

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She has the most gorgeous frame, he thought. Walking around the outskirts of the compound he watched over his people with a keen eye and you had caught it routinely.

Maybe it was the way that your chest heaved as you worked in the fields and the way your hair was tied up just-so-perfectly when you did the laundry. You were striking and he wanted nothing than to fill your head with thoughts of him.

There was a reason you’d never met him before: you’d never done anything wrong. Never cheated, or sought vengeance, or killed. In his eyes you were perfect and he didn’t want to sully your life with his presence. He wanted to keep your pristine.

Of course that was until you decided to steal food. He was disappointed as he watched you reach into the wheeled crate and steal food meant for the pantry, especially since there was food for you to take back at the kitchen. It’s the principle, he thought. You had been so good for so long that he had hoped he would never have to catch you doing such a thing; but as you stood there lying and stealing from him, he knew what he had to do to snuff out your bad behavior with a punishment.

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he was excited.

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You woke up in a cabin not too unlike your own. It was modest with little trinkets scattered about the shelves and furniture in the room. The only difference was the man sitting opposite from you.

“The Man” You whispered. The thought was more to yourself than to him, but you heard a faint chuckle.

“Is that what you all call me now? How ominous” He said. The Man was laid back in his chair as he scanned his eyes up and down your body before making it back up to your face.

“Sir, I am so so about the banana a-and the lying. I know there’s nothing I can do about it now, but I promise to never do anything like that again. I’ve never stolen in my life and I see that it was a mistake — I see that now — so maybe,” You pleased. “just maybe, we can call this a warning?”.

You couldn’t quite read his face as you begged for mercy. You were terrified of his mere presence due to the stories and gossip that had traveled through camp.

“A warning?” He laughed. “You’re so funny sometimes.” Getting up he crossed the room to get a closer look at you.

“That’s why I like you.” He chirped.

You looked up to him at his compliment. His eyes bore down to you and his lips were slightly parted. Although you were still scared of what he had in store for you, an undeniable feeling started to make its way to your core.

You ran your eyes down his body and unintentionally met your eyes with the bulge in his trousers. Unsure of whether you had caused it or not, you tried to shake your thoughts and brought your gaze back up to his eyes.

His eyes were with peppered with lust as you watched him think over his next decision. You saw him shift between looking at your eyes and your lips to the point where you could hear a pin drop as the gears turned behind his head. Finally after a few seconds of consideration he closed his eyes and returned back to his seat with a sigh.

“You’re suspended from kitchen duty for the next two weeks. Now leave.” He said firmly and he fidgeted in his seat; careful not to make eye contact with you again.

The abrupt change from flattery to sternness gave you whiplash. “Pardon?” You asked incredulously.

“Go on. Get out.” He stated even firmer than before.

You were surprised that suspended kitchen duty was all he had in store for you (even though you loved cooking with your friends), but then again you weren’t exactly keen on what he could’ve done. As you scrambled to collect yourself, you began walking towards the door. Taking one glimpse at The Man, you saw that his hands were perched over his erection in a poor attempt to hide it from you watchful eye.

“Don’t let me catch you again or the will be a far greater punishment.” He called out as you left the room.

“Yes, sir.” You said with a slight smirk.

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It had been a few days since your run in with The Man and you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As everyone began to return to their cabins for bed you found yourself laying down and staring at your ceiling. Your thighs rubbed together at the thought of seeing him again. The way he could knock you over with nothing but his voice made your face flush.

Slowly but surely you hand traveled down your abdomen as you tried to alleviate your newfound feelings. Thinking back on the way that he looked at you was enough to make your stomach tighten.

Should you test your luck and try to see him again? You mind racked with ideas that would get you in a bit of trouble just so you could feel his warmth by your side. Perhaps you would even steal again if it meant letting him eyefuck you.

Just as you were about to reach your core you were interrupted by the sound of someone at your room door.

“Come in!” You beckoned as you made yourself presentable.

Prisha, a girl you worked with when you had kitchen duty, poked her head in the room.

“You’ve been asked for” She said with big eyes.

“By who?” You questioned.

“First of all it’s whom and second who else could ask for you at a time this late?” She said with a raised brow. “The Man.”

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Your long skirt ruffled and turned in the wind with each step as you approached the illuminated cabin. Stuck in your head, you were filled with mixed emotions. Sure you were scared of what he needed to discuss with you but you were also thrilled at the thought of seeing him again.

The door was cracked open and before you could even announce your presence you heard a voice yell out to you from the inside. “No sense in knocking, Y/N. Enter.” Exhaling a deep sigh you stepped into the room.

The room was illuminated by candles and lanterns that flickered from the slight breeze of the open windows. The Man was sitting on his bed wearing nothing but a towel along his waist. He was dripping and you could feel yourself getting turned on at the sight.

“You called for me, sir?” You asked, trying to take your mind off of such impure thoughts.

“I understand you’re one of the best field-hands on the compound?” He more so stated than asked.

“Yes that’s correct.” You replied as you approached the chair where you had been sitting just days before.

“I have some plans for expanding the farm done by some of the community planners. Let me know what you think, the blueprints are on the desk.” He used another towel and began to dry his hair.

He must of known what he was doing because you were getting turned on by watching him dry off. Swallowing the excess of saliva that had manifested, you turned over to the desk.

For the next few minutes you forced yourself to concentrate and began to actually asses the information on the blueprints. You were noting any comments or questions regarding the plans on a separate pad.

As you looked over the new plot layouts you felt a warm presence at your side. Looking up you saw The Man reading over your notes as he overshadowed you.

“You’re actually pretty good at this.” He praised. “I’ll take these notes to the next meeting.”

As he grabbed the papers off the table he brush your arm and instantly butterflies flew in your stomach. You couldn’t help buy study his hands as he read through your input. They looked strong but so soft and pristine. You wondered how they’d feel holding you, tracing your body, prodding inside you.

Your face was hot and you noticed that he stopped his task and was simply looking down at you. Almost parallel to last time you tried not to notice how close you were to his crotch; the tension preventing you from breaking his gaze.

“I could use your help with something else before you leave.” His voice was rough and sensual but you tried your best not to show it’s effect on you.

“Anything you need, sir.” Your voice was airy and you couldn’t help but notice how we twitched under his towel.

“My books need sorting. I’d do it myself but...” He traced his fingers down the side of your face; only pausing briefly when his thumb met the part of your lips. “it’s a lot for one person to do.”

Turning away from you he walked into a separate room where he had surprisingly stocked library. You followed behind and watched as his hips slightly swung with every step. “Right now they’re done by age and region but I feel like it would be more efficient if it were done by category, don’t you?”

As you approached one of the bookshelves you ran your fingers over the spines of the old texts. Looking over at him you saw that he was no longer looking at you eyes —no— he was fully taking you in.

“Up you go then.” He said motioning towards the library ladder.

“Start with the one’s along this column and then make your way across.” He commanded.

As you stepped further and further up the ladder you tucked your skirt between your legs; careful not to expose yourself to the powerful man. You weren’t wearing underwear at the moment and even though you wanted him to touch you, you weren’t sure how he would react to seeing you in such a compromising position.

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The two of you worked for awhile in silence. The sounds of the jungle filling the cabin and the room where you occupied. Having ditched his towel, The Man had changed into an evening robe that left little to the imagination. You on the other hand had discarded the shaw you were wearing as the humidity took it’s toll on you. Though the energy of the room was comfortable, the sensual undertones were still ever present.

All to suddenly, a large gust rushed through the compound causing the window shutter to slap against the cabin. Startled at the sudden noise you felt yourself lose balance on the ladder. Your hands reaching out for anything it could grasp, but still you felt yourself fall backwards.

Just as you were about to brace for impact you felt hands on you back. Your heart racing you looked back to see The Man under you, hoisting you up. “You could grab onto the ladder now.” He grunted.

Embarrassed and slightly excited at the contact, you reached forward and placed yourself flesh against the ladder once more. As you regained your composure you noticed that his hands didn’t leave you back; in fact they were now resting lower than before.

You felt as his strong hands moved down from your back to the swell of your ass. “Sir?” You asked timidly.

He began to massage your body with his strong and tender hands as you began to feel yourself get wet. Continuing with his left, he used his right hand to pick up your skirt, thus exposing your naked cunt to him. “So much prettier than I imagined.” He whispered to himself as up brought up his thumb to play with your hole.

You couldn’t hold back your moans as he defiled you; giving you pleasures that nobody had given to you before. “You like that pretty girl?” He mocked.

“Yes.” You whined.

“Yes, what?” He demanded as he lightly slapped your sex.

You flinched at the contact. “Yes, sir”.

Bringing you a few steps down the ladder he brought your pussy to his face. The feeling of his breath on your most sensitive area made your legs feel like jelly. He pounced on your cunt; fucking your hole with his tongue while one hand held up your skirt and the other wrapped around your body to your breast. You were in utter bliss as you felt him eat you out with such vigor.

Coming up for air he continued to play with your now exposed tits. Pinching and twisting your nipples as you continued to moan out for the world to hear.

“Didn’t take you for such a slut, Y/N. To be honest I was almost looking forward to the chase, but you’re too easy for that.” He sneered. “Thinking such things about me while we’re working? Shame on you. Wanting to get in trouble just so I can make you feel this is way isn’t what good girls do, Y/N. And I know you know that. I don’t think you even deserve my cock to ruin this tight little hole, hm?”

Desperation clouded your mind as you thought about what it would feel like to get properly fucked. You were a virgin but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about being stuffed with all of him.

“No, please. I need it. I need your cock, sir.” You pleaded.

“Do you?” He asked as his hand left your breast and returned to your pussy. Playing with your entrance once more he began to insert his fingers into your hole.

You winced as you stretched around his fingers but it was a good pain; and you wanted more of it. “I need more. I’ll be so good to you, I just need you to fuck me. Use me, Sir. Use my cunt.”

He sped up the pace of his hand, fucking your roughly with his thick fingers. The sounds of your wetness were ever present in the room. Your body shook as he massaged your insides, turning you into mush.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He grunted. “So ready to take me, yeah? Think you can do it?” He asked.

“I can do it, sir.” You moaned.

“Then get on the ground before I change my mind.” He spat.

Descending the ladder you brought yourself down to the wooden floor; arching your back you pointed your ass to the sky for better access. The floor creaked beneath your arms and legs. After a few seconds you were surprised that you didn’t feel him coming up behind you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You heard him ask with an edge.

You looked back over your shoulder and saw that we was standing over you.

“You thought I was going to fuck you? You haven’t even earned it yet,” He teased. “come over here and suck my dick.”

Dragging yourself up from all fours, you eagerly sat in front of him on your knees.

“I’m sorry sir.” You quipped while you looked up at him.

He looked glorious from this angle especially with the large bulge coming from under his rope. Slowly you untied the piece of clothing and opened the front of it for easy access. Instantaneously his dick sprang free; slapping you in the face as you brought your hand towards his crotch.

“No hands. Sluts don’t use their hands, and that’s what you are right? A dirty fucking slut?”

“I’m not.” You lightly protested.

“Really?” He sneered as he took the back of your head into his hand. You gasped as he pulled roughly on your hair and shoved himself into your new opening.

“Then why do I have my cock in your mouth, already? I can practically smell your cunt from here. I know how desperate and wanting you are. It’s kind of sad how much you need me — need this dick— in your life. You’ve never even had cock before have you? Well just know that I’m going to ruin you from wanting anyone else for the rest of your life.” He taunted.

Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes as he continued to fuck your mouth. ‘He tastes so good’, you thought.

“You like the way I taste? Don’t worry this is all you’re going to be doing from now on. No more farm work or cooking, no. I’m going to make you my personal cockwarmer, how does that sound?” He laughed down at you as thrusted into your mouth once more.

You were too cock-drunk to even notice that he’d read your thoughts; the only think you were focused on was the way he was making you feel. Your pussy was clenching around air underneath your skirt and you had started dripping onto the wooden floors.

“Get on all fours.” He demanded.

Begrudgingly removing him from your mouth, you quickly got into your previous position with your ass high in the air. Ready for the taking.

You felt his body press between yours as his tip lined itself with your entrance. Slowly he pushed in and let the tip of his dick penetrate your tight hole, but didn’t dare go any deeper. He started to fuck you with only the tip of his penis, making your frustration grow and grow.

“Sir, please.” You begged.

Taking his hand and putting it on the back of the throat, he started to squeeze. “You’ll take what I give you and like it.”

As he continued to fuck you with nothing but the tip, you felt yourself moaning at the agonizing tease. The added sensation of him choking you had you going wild.After a few minutes of slow and shallow fucking, he gradually he began to sink deeper and deeper into you. His thrusts were growing harsher than before and you felt him hitting your cervix every time.

“This what you wanted?” He asked as he started fucking into you at a faster pace.

All you could do was nod as you reached out to anything on the floor to stabilize yourself as he penetrated you.

“You can’t even talk? Wow I’ve fucked you dumb.” He chuckled. “You need this, Y/N. Now say it!” He snapped as he slapped your ass.

“I need this. I need you to fuck me like this all the time, please Sir. I can’t live without you inside me.” You moaned.

He snapped his hips into yours at a brutal pace. You ass bounced against him and he felt himself twitching at the sight. The more you cunt clenched around him the the faster he went. Cursing himself, he felt his orgasm coming close and he needed to get you there too.

“M’gonna to cum inside.” He grunted as he brought his chest to your back. “Gonna make you mine and mine only.”

Using his left hand to attack your clit and his right hand to hold himself up, he found a groove that had you tightening around him. “You like that? Like the thought of me pumping you full of my cum? And here I thought you were innocent; never a malicious thought in your brain. I guess I was wrong ‘cause you’re taking me like a proper whore.” He teased.

You felt yourself approaching your peak as he sped up the hand on your clit. “Sir, I’m so close. I’m gonna cum.” You cried.

As you reached your orgasm you’re pussy constricted around him, making him hiss with how tight you had gotten. Behind your shoulder his eyes were glowing a golden tint and you suddenly you felt him twitch. The unfamiliar sensation of warmth coated the inside of you as you felt a level of ecstasy you had never dreamt of achieving before. An unworldly orgasm ripped through you while you milked his cock to oblivion.

The two of you sat there in place in order to catch your breaths. Finally after a few moments, The Man came off of your body and gave one last thrust before pulling out. The mix of both of your juices spilling out of your cunt and onto the floor.

Looking back at him he handed you a towel from a laundry bag on the library desk before grabbing one for himself as well.

“Um.. thank you, sir.” You said lamely at the gesture.

You looked up to find him staring at you. His eyes were softer than before.

“Call me Druig”

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A/N: first time writing smut and idk if i like it lol. I’m gonna start working on part 2 of Puppy Dog in a few days, but i’m tired as shit rn. thank you guys for the support and lmk if they’re any typos or anything. also, i’m looking for mutuals if anyone wants to collab.

#druig smut #druig fic #eternals fic #druig fan fiction #druig eternals

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How dare Druig break my heart this early in the morning 🥲❤️

i’m sorry IM SORRY. i’m glad you seemed to enjoy the angst (i’m a sucker for absolutely heartbreaking scenarios). thank you for reading!

#druig angst #ask box #why not make everything sad?

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Puppy dog was sooo good! I couldn’t put my phone down. I hope reader gets their happy ending <3

hey! im working on a different piece rn but since a couple ppl have been asking, once i’m done with it i’ll try to start on part two. thank you for reading though! it means the world to me (i love you so much xoxo)

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Masterlist

Druig

Puppy Dog (angst)

Summary: You’ve been in love with Druig since you came to Earth but he wants nothing to do with you. Maybe you can still be friends or maybe not.

Self-Preservation (angst)

Part 2 to Puppy Dog. Ever since leaving the Eternals you’ve been able to live the life you’d always wanted. Even though it get’s a bit lonely at times, it’s better than fighting an endless war.

No Stealing in the Jungle (smut)

Summary: As a mortal living in the Peruvian Rainforest, you know the rules. They’re relatively easy to follow: don’t leave the compound, don’t hurt the community, and avoid The Man.

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Puppy Dog

Summary: You’ve been in love with Druig since you came to Earth but he wants nothing to do with you. Maybe you can still be friends or maybe not.

Content Warning: Near death experiences, arguing, unrequited love, (Druig is an asshole in this)

Word Count: 6.5 K

When you first saw Druig you knew you’d want to know everything about him. He was gorgeous and before he even had the chance to speak you knew he’d be your reckoning. It wasn't long before you all had a routine on the charming little planet of Earth. The people, the food, the music, all of it was beautiful and filled you with such a sense of wonder and joy. If the stoic telepath had any love for the ball of rock he didn't show it; he merely watched from behind pillars and listened to chatter from the outskirts of gatherings.

Of course he wasn't too serious. On some occasions you would catch him joking with the stable boys or mingling with the women washing their clothes by the river; something that made you more jealous than you would like to admit. But it was refreshing to see him smile.

Your power is the ability to manipulate thermal energy, to put it simply it means that you could freeze a person to death while they were standing in a bonfire or keep an entire family warm during snowstorm (something you had to do couple times). You thought that everyone had incredible gifts but it had always been Druig that amazed you. Even though his power wasn’t flashy or grand, it was captivating nonetheless. The ability to control minds is impressive if not intimidating, there are moments where you wondered what he’d do if he could use them on you. That’s not to say that you’re scared of him, but you couldn’t deny that the hairs on the back of your neck stood whenever you watched him in battle. He was dangerous and scary and occasionally rude, yet here you letting him take up most of your daydreams.

You’d destroy the Sun just to have Druig look at you the same way he did at Makkari. The two of them have been on and off for forever but you never felt animosity towards her. In fact, you were almost happy that she was able to make him smile; for whenever you’d try to strike up conversation with him it was the complete opposite. There was something that he just didn’t like about you and even though you’d do anything for him to just be content with your presence, you didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

And you would have to be okay with that.

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607 B.C.

The Sun had just begun setting over the desert horizon when Phastos had sent you over to the local blacksmiths with some molds as well as some prints that they could use for farming. He was always sending you into town with new ideas that would help the community progress and you didn’t mind it; meeting with the people of Earth and learning along with them was one of your favorite things about being an Eternal. A warm and comforting breeze swept through the small Southwest Asian village and you could hear the faint noise of men laughing. As you neared the house you began to sense the people within the building. You could feel three heat signatures: a large man that was probably in his mid-thirties, a younger man in his twenties, and...Druig.

Your palms grew sweaty at the thought of talking to him. Of course the two of you had conversed before but it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. When the Eternals first began their mission on Earth you had tried befriending him (perhaps a little too hard); and maybe it was the fact that you we’re always surprising him. Whether it be with small gifts or even just your presence, you remember him being less than happy to see you. But the question remained: what did you do? For the longest time you had lead yourself to believe that it was because you weren’t gorgeous or that you were gross or some other superficial thing that someone like Druig would think up.

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Two hours earlier (Flashback)

"I just don't get it. I've literally tried everything just to get somewhat of a bond with him and he hates my guts!" You and Sprite were both laying on her bed in the Domo after fighting off Deviants in North America. You were positioned near the top and she was spread along the bottom, both looking at the intricate details that decorated the ceiling.  "I bring him gifts, he gives them back. I compliment him after a battle, he ignores me. What do I have to do to get him to not completely detest me?" You groaned.

Sprite turned her head to glance up at you , clearly not thinking too hard with a slight smile on her face. "It sounds like you like him"

You sprung up at the accusation. "What! I can't like someone who looks at me like a bug under their show, Sprite. And news flash: Druig's an asshole. Plus if I did like him, I would never do that to Makkari even if they’re not “technically” dating; she’s too good a friend and far too kind for anything along that nature to happen. But doesn’t mean that I want Druig to absolutely hate me!”

She giggled at your antics before laying back down, looking at the ceiling. "Well if you want an honest answer why don’t you just ask him?"

You rolled your eyes at the thought of talking to Druig. “I can’t just go up to him and ask. He’ll say something snarky or just flat out ignore me like he always does.”

Sprite raised an eyebrow at you. “Y/N if you want an answer I don’t know who better to go to. Get some balls and ask the guy!”

“What if it’s something terrible?...”

“Ask.”

“...Or something that I can’t fix...”

“Ask!”

“...what if he absolutely hates my guts and want nothing to do with me for all of eternity!” You flopped back onto your back with a sigh of frustration

“Y/N,” She said sitting up. “you can ask and finally know or you could wait another thousand years. But in the end it’s up to you. I’m not going to tell you what to do but I hate seeing you this way”.

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Pushing open the blacksmith's door you removed your hood and made your way over to the workbench.

"Ah, Y/N! What does Phastos gift us with this time?" The head blacksmith, Andreas, asked. His face had pink hue due to the heat inside the shop and his long curly black beard was peppered with white ash. He was wearing a while linen cloth with a blood red robe thrown on top. The sleeves and edges of the robe were frayed, worn from the years of wear. His working apron was sitting on the chair across the room where Druig and Omar (Andreas’s apprentice) were sitting.

"Farming tools! From what I understood — and you know how Phastos is — there should be some things here for land managing and some other stuff for better irrigation, but it's hard to tell since I’m not to familiar on how to read prints all that well; if you have trouble with these molds I'll just pry Phastos from his workstation and bring him down here."

You set down the molds and blueprints then took off your cloak. Underneath you wore a fine emerald green garment that cuffed around your ankles and wrists. It was decorated with beautiful gold beads. The one-piece was a gift from a noble family in the last village you visited.

"We were just about to eat." Omar said as he uncovered a large bowl on the back table. "Eleni brought us stew a few minutes ago. You’re invited to join us if you'd lik —."

“I’m sure she’s busy enough as it is," Druig interrupted, a false sense of innocence in his voice. "No sense in wasting time here with us when she could be doing much more productive things. Isn’t that right Y/N?"

“Well what are you up to, eh? I’m sure I could help.” You spoke back with a weak attempt of staying cheerful. Even if he hated your guts you were going to try your best to be pleasant even though you felt your heart squeeze every time he glared at you.

“I’m not sure you could, I doubt you’d be any good at it” He quipped.

“I bet I can manage. Plus I don’t see you digging a well or saving a village,” You spoke with a bit of edge. “You know, productive things?”

He motioned to the various sketches and designs on the table in front of him.“Actually I’ve been helping these two with some new armor improvements. You’re more than welcome to stay,” He sneered. “but as you said you’re not too familiar on how to read prints”.

You felt your face heat up as embarrassment swept over you. "You know what? It’s fine. I just ate anyways," You said turning to Omar. "so thank you for the offer, but perhaps we can meet up another time, hm?”

Before Omar could even reply you started making your way back to the workbench to retrieve your cloak and headed out the door.

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As you laid in bed you thought of how much it stung to have the one person you had heart-eyes for hate you with such a passion. He had no right to be so rude and crass with you, especially when all you’ve wanted since you’ve known him was companionship.

knock-knock

“Come in!” You beckoned to the visitor.

The door to your room opened as Makkari made her way into your space. She was in her lounge clothes and greeted you with a soft smile.

“Hey what’s up?” You questioned. It wasn’t like you and Makkari didn’t get along, you just didn’t hangout often.

“I was just wondering how you were feeling. I saw you kind of stomp in and figured you might want a friend”.

You weren’t exactly sure what to sign. Of course you didn’t wanna lie to her, but how do you tell your friend that you’ve been in love with her on-again-off-again boyfriend for over a millennium?

“I got into a little argument with someone down in the village, nothing major.” You felt a little guilty for not telling her the whole story, but it was still technically true, right?

“Let me guess it was Druig, again?” She rolled her eyes at the thought of him.

You eyes widened when she signed his name. “How’d you know?”

“He’s the only person who makes you this upset; it makes sense since he’s also the only person who seems to fight with you.” She put her hand on your shoulder before sitting down next to you on your bed.

“Um yeah he kind of told me to buzz off earli— why does he hate me?” You asked exasperated.

Stunned by the switch of conversation Makkari took a deep breath. “I don’t know if he hates you. Maybe you should ask him” She shrugged .

“Yeah that’s what Sprite said.” You signed.

“Two against one. Just get it over with Y/N! It might make you feel better once you receive, I don’t know... closure? Maybe if you both just air out what needs to be said, you can get along”

“I know, I just thought putting it off would be okay,” You cringed at the thought of earlier as confrontation. “but it’s creating more of an issue.” You pouted.

She gave a shoulder a squeeze before leaving your room and shutting the door.

“Thanks, Makkari”

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You sat in the kitchen. You had eaten hours ago and only the evidence of the curry that you made earlier was a dirty bowl in the sink. Just as you were about to call it a night you heard the faint noise of footsteps. As you looked up from the table you saw exactly who you were dreading, Druig.

He looked as glorious as the first time you saw him. He was glossy from the sweat and grime of working with the blacksmiths. He wore a beige cloth draped across his waist with a loose robe sitting low on his shoulders. There was something about how he walked and a sort of glare that danced along his eyes that conveyed he was irritated and if you hadn’t been sitting there for hours on end maybe you would’ve waited to have this conversation, but you couldn’t back down now.

“You’re still up I see” Your voice was rough from not talking for awhile. Looking up you waited for his response.

Nothing.

“So how did the rest of the night go with Andreas and Omar? Any progress with the new armor?” You asked as he grabbed a clay mug from the cabinet. You we’re pressing and you knew it. Whenever he’d ignore you, you’d usually just drop it. But not tonight. Tonight you were going to get him to open up whatever thoughts he was having about you whether he liked it or not.

“Druig...” Nothing, again. He reached into the pantry and fetched a jar of tea, but you weren’t going to let him get away. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” You huffed. At this point you were getting impatient.

As he turned to take the mug and tea back to his room you decided to do something you’ve never intentionally done before: touch him.

Placing a firm grip on his shoulder, you stopped him in his tracks. “I don’t know why you think you can treat me like shit but I’m stopping it,” You paused, unsure of how he was feeling. “now.”

He turned his head back towards the hand on his shoulder. Glancing from the shoulder to your eyes, you felt yourself recoil at the connection. Never in your life had he been this close, this...intimate. You could see his thoughts turning behind his eyes but you couldn’t tell what exactly he was feeling. His glare was now hardest on you, his mouth controlling into a disgusted snarl.

Shifting his stance he placed both the mug and jar in the crook of his left arm and used his right to remove you from his shoulder. “You want to know why, Y/N?” He tilted his head as he questioned you, irritation evident on his face. “It’s because you” He dug his finger into your chest. “follow me around like a puppy dog, giving me gifts and compliments just hoping— wishing— for a lick of attention. You don’t think I notice it? Well I do. I’m obviously not into you Y/N and you’re going to have to get over it. Just cause Makkari and I aren’t a thing right now doesn’t mean I wanna settle for someone like you. So leave. Me. Alone”.

He brought himself back up from his looming stance over you before taking a deep breath and turning back towards his room.

You stood there frozen for awhile. The feeling of utter dread and rejection flooded through you and before you knew it tears started to prick out of the corners of your eyes. Fearing that someone would see you at your weakest you ran to your room where you would undoubtedly cry yourself to sleep.

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You had thought long and hard about what Druig had said last night. Currently, you were in your room. You we’re wearing a soft loose tank top (or the equivalent of this time) with an earthy floor length cotton skirt. The sunlight of the early morning trickled it’s way through your windows and onto the bed where you were laying.

‘Just cause Makkari and I aren’t a thing right now doesn’t mean I wanna settle for someone like you’. You winced at the fresh memory. Even though you were indisputably in love with Druig, you valued your friendship with Makkari too much to move in on her ex right after a break up. Even though they would routinely break up and get back together just about every other year, you’d wait until they were both sure on how they felt before even thinking of pursuing the telepath. Of course you would love to not have to go after anyone’s ex, but as everyone in the group knows by now: it comes with the price of being an immortal being in a mortal world.

The sound of your stomach growling took you from your thoughts as you made your way to the kitchen (otherwise known the crime scene where your heart was massacred last night). As you entered the kitchen you were met with a bed-headed Kingo. He was eating a piece of toasted bread glazed with butter made from some of the bakers of the last village we were in.

“Morning,” You said softly. “looks like you slept pretty well”.

“Not even close.” He said with a groan. Stretching his arms over his head he tried to shake himself awake. “Our royal couple had another fight last night”

“Oh really? Usually Sersi stops by my place after her and Ikaris have their little arguments” You said as you tore a piece of bread from the loaf.

“No, no. I’m talking about Makkari and Druig. She came by my room last night talking about how ‘she’s tired of this whole back and forth thing’ and ‘he thinks that she’s just going to wait and eternity for him’ . Just a whole bunch of angsty couple stuff, you know the deal” He said as he took another bite.

“Not really” You half-chuckled. Maybe that was the reason why Druig was such in a poor mood you thought. You internally cringed and actually felt guilty for cornering him last night.

“But I don’t blame her. How long have they been dating? And how many times have they broken up?” He asked.

“Too many for me to count”

“I care about her too, Y/N. And...I don’t know...it just frustrates me when all she’s telling about is how terrible their relationship is.”

“Well we don’t know how they act all the time” You said. “Of course she’s only going to tell you the bad things about their relationship when she’s venting to you. I don’t think it’s good for you — for us— to get involved in whatever’s going on between them. If they don’t work out then they don’t work out, but we should leave that decision for them, it’s not our place.”

It was almost comedic how you, Kingo, and Sprite worked. You watched him pine over Makkari, Sprite after Ikaris, and in turn they watched you. It was like you all bonded over the fact they you’d never be with the one person in the world that you wanted. It was almost comforting. Almost.

He ran his hand down his face. “You’re right”

“I always am” You joked.

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Leaving the people who had touched your heart in such a special way was always something that was bittersweet; knowing that you’d never see them again was depressing, but you took refuge in the thought that you were going to help new people \who you’d learn to love.

It had been a pretty easy week despite the interaction with Druig. Most of your downtime was spent helping the locals or learning about their cultural traditions. It’s times like these that made you love your mission. The people of Earth were so special to you and you were happy to watch them grow. Unfortunately, the peace couldn’t last for forever.

Today you were woken up by the sound of screams coming from the town. Quickly dressing yourself and running to the commotion, you were met with your fellow Etrernals who we’re doing the same. “What’s the plan, Ajak?” Gilgamesh asked.

Ajak joined up to your left.“Sprite, Kingo, Druig, and Phastos are working defense. Get as many people to the top that hill.” Looking out to where she had pointed, you noticed that it was just a bit south of the town. “It’ll be easier to fight off Deviants if they’re the ones who have to come up to us.”

Once given their commands, the four split off to round up civilians. You tried to fight the urge to watch as Druig left and even though he couldn’t read your mind, you hope that he knew you were rooting for him. One fight couldn’t erase the unfathomable love you carried in your heart for him.

“Thea, Ikaris, and I are on offense. We’ll clear them out the best we can. There’s going to be some stragglers that we won’t be able to get in time, so Y/N, Makkari, and Sersi clear-out all the deviants on and around the hill; we don’t need them slowing down the other group”

With your commands given, you and your group started running.

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Atop the hill you and your group had managed to kill a small amount of the deviants present, this was a larger number of them than anticipated but it was nothing that you couldn’t handle. Sweat was dripping down your forehead and your fingers were covered in grime. This was just one of the key principles that you and your fellow Eternals knew: war was dirty.

It was probably twenty minutes since you had last seen the others when you had noticed a small blob coming from the village. Shielding your eyes from the sun you were able to see that it was the defense group with a sizable amount of people among them. Judging the distance, you could guess they were probably a little less than half a mile away. As they continued their pilgrimage to the hill you could make out a 5-9 deviants coming from the village towards the group. You were dowsed in the feeling of fear as you looked from the group to the deviants and back to the group. They weren’t going to be able to defend themselves and the humans without casualties.

Glancing back to Makkari and Sersi, you decided to take it upon yourself to attempt to meet the group halfway in order to alleviate the pressure of deviants on them.

“Sersi I’m going to need you to cover for me, okay?” You said as you dodged a deviants attack.

“I’m on it!” Was all you needed for you to dart across the field to where the group was, and with the downhill slope on your side you were able to get to them in a relatively short time.

“Y/N we need more cover, take the backend of the group with Kingo and Druig while we keep pushing forward”

Using your powers to create a pathway of ice, you skated to the back of the pack where the two Eternals were fighting. Slowly but surely the group progressed further up the hill. “Well what do we owe your presence?” Kingo joked over the commotion.

“To the fact that you’re getting your ass kicked” You yelled with a cocky grin.

You, Kingo, and Druig had fought side-by-side countless time before — just as you had with all the other Eternals — and you found yourselves getting into a familiar groove. First Kingo would blast the deviants in order to distract them while you froze their limbs to the ground. Once frozen in place Druig would be able to cut of their heads with his long sword. Even though you were getting the job done, you felt like there was something different about your dynamic.

Usually there was a sense of fluidity to your fighting pattern. The three of you would almost move in a waltz: blast, freeze, chop, blast, freeze, chop. But Druig (of course it was Druig) was somewhat stiffer than before. You noticed there was hesitation in his movements and it ended up slowing you and Kingo down in the process.

“Hey could you two speed it up? Not really feeling the drag happening right now” Kingo shouted as he blasted another deviant.

“Talk to Y/N! Maybe if she had her head out of the clouds her shots wouldn’t be such shit” Druig snapped.

You were taken aback by the utter disrespect happening, especially on the battlefield. Druig was always rude to you but never in serious moments like these. Fighting together meant that you had to fully trust your teammates and you began to feel yourself sinking further into your insecurities (something you probably shouldn’t be doing in the middle of a fight).

“My shots are just fine, just do your job” You bit back as you froze a deviant to the field.

“Don’t worry Kingo,” Druig continued. “you’ll probably just have to pick up her slack as usual since Ms. Puppy-dog is having another off day” .

Your heart twisted at the reference to your earlier confrontation. Looking out at Kingo you noticed his face had turned sour. “What’s your issue, dude?”

“Nothing” Druig huffed as he swung his sword once more.

“Clearing it’s something since you can’t shut your mouth for a mission” Kingo pressed. You knew he was angry on your behalf, especially since you two were fairly close. You found comfort in the sentiment but it seemed to be taking your collective attention away from the fight.

“It’s fine Kingo, let’s just focus.” You were grasping at straws to keep the peace. As they continued to bicker you felt them grow slower and slower against the attacking deviants.

“No, Y/N. It’s not fine.” Said Kingo. “I’m so tired of him running his mouth and nobody says anything.”

Druig scoffed. “Oh really? You don’t think I know what this is really about? You don’t give a shit how I treat Y/N. No, this is about Makkari.”

“Druig that’s enough” You warned.

Kingo was gradually getting closer to Druig, his eyes filled with more rage than you had ever seen the jokester have.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Druig. I don’t need an ulterior motive to say you’re an asshole.” Kingo said. His figure standing a few inches taller than the telepath.

Turning your attention from them, you noticed that as the argument progressed, your small trio had fallen behind the main group. Looking up ahead you looked to Phastos that was witnessing the bicker. “What’s going on? We have people to save up here!”

Deciding to take matters into your own hands you placed yourself between the two men and gave commands. “Kingo make up our lost ground and blast any deviant coming up behind the main group. Druig, I still need you and that sword so we’re going to continue down here.”

Kingo’s eyes shifted between you and the man in front of him.

“Please” You begged.

With a sigh he turned away from the two of you and started running up the hill.

Getting your mindset back into the fight you started attacking any deviant you could get your hands on with Druig in tow. It was harder now without Kingo but you were making do.

“You and Kingo are perfect for each other” You heard behind you. Druigs voice was serious and was full of resentment.

“I’m not doing this now” You said as you continued the fight.

“I bet you two just sit up all night waiting for Makkari and I to break up, eh? Make it a little club or something? You got Sprite in there too? ‘Cause we all know she’s ready to pounce on Ikar—”

His sentence was cut off by your fist hitting his cheek. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you are, but you are not going to speak about anyone that way” You said. Your blood was pumping more than it had been during the whole fight.

Stunned by your strike, Druig brought his hand to his lip that had split on contact. “You know what,” He shoved you back a few steps “I’m so tired of your shit. I’m tired of you sitting here acting like an innocent lamb. But that’s not true is it? No. Not with you constantly throwing yourself at me. And now you’re telling Kingo to talk shit about me to Makkari?”

“Me?” You said getting incredulously. “I didn’t tell Kingo to do anything. And just cause your girlfriend is starting to realize how much of an asshole you are, doesn’t mean you can treat me like trash”.

Druig let out a laugh before meeting his fist with your left cheek —ultimately knocking the wind out of you. You looked up to see Druig towering over you, his shadow blocking out the sun.

“Don’t you ever talk abo—” Druig’s sentence stopped abruptly. A look of utter horror and shock struck his face as he looked down to his chest.

Lodged just above his stomach was a claw. A deviants to be exact.

He had been impaled.

Suddenly the world had come to a halt. The indescribable sense of rage had left your body and had been replaced with the purest feeling of panic and terror. It had happened almost instantaneously: you’re body ignited and you were no longer a mere instrument of heat — you were on fire. Within a split second you had discovered your newfound power and burned the towering deviant to the ground; reducing it’s body to ash. Everything happened so fast that you still had time to reach out and catch Druig before he fell to the dirt.

“Druig? Druig.” You said as you slapped the side of his face.

His eyes were searching around as if he couldn’t make out exactly what was happening.

“Wh...what’s going on? Y/N, my chest...” His words were drowsy and he motioned to his ribs. “my chest...i-it hurts...”

You looked down to where the deviants claw was still embedded. You wanted to wait until Ajax could heal him before you even thought about removing it, but there was so much blood escaping around it.

Tears began to run down your face as you began to think of the worst. “Druig this is going to hurt but you’re going to be okay.” You used the tip of your finger like a welding gun to seal the gaps around the claw where the blood was escaping. You tried to ignore his grunts and screams but seeing him in pain like this only made you cry harder.

Unbeknownst to you, the defense group was having trouble of its own.

The other Eternals were having trouble with the increasing number of deviants trying to get to the humans. Even with the addition of Kingo, Makkari, and Sersi it wasn’t enough to hold back the blood-thirsty predators, and if they didn’t do something quick people were going to die.

“Where’s Druig and Y/N?” Yelled Sersi.

“They’re further down the hill” Kingo replied bitterly, recalling the argument from earlier.

Sprite huffed. “Well we need their help. Call them up here!

Looking down to where you two were located Phastos couldn’t quite make out what was going on, “Y/N we need you two up here!”

You were too preoccupied to care about what was happening uphill. The only thing on your mind was saving Druigs life and you were going to do that.

“Druig!” Sprite shouted in an attempt to get your collective attention.

As the fighting progressed more and more deviants pounced on the group, now outnumbering the Eternals greatly.

“Y/N!” Sersi begged.

“I can’t!” You cried glancing back down to the telepath, your mind frantic and overwhelmed.

You didn’t know what to do. Do you leave him here to die or go up to help your teammates? There was too much going on and you were frozen in place. You placed your hands over your ears to concentrate on your options. How could you get him up the hill? Was he too injured for you to move him? Where would you put him while you finished the battle? With all of these questions running through your head you didn’t notice how the world began to gradually quiet.

Your attention was taken by the sound of flesh tearing.

Looking up you saw that Thea, Gilgamesh, and Ajak had made it to the scene and were helping the rest of the group kill of the remaining deviants. They all worked like a fine oiled machine and finished off what was left of the predators.

As amazing as they were, you turned back towards the man on the ground.

“Druig” You said sternly. “Druig I need you to stay awake, okay? Can you do that for me?” You pleaded.

You looked for any sign that he understood what you but were met with none.

“Druig. Please please please, stay awake.” You said as you grasped his hand. “I’m sorry for all of that earlier, okay? When you wake up we’ll sort this out — and you’ll wake up — but please. We need you to stay awake, Ajak is going to be here soon. Just stay awake.” You sobbed.

You heard the sound of footsteps approach and saw your teammates had made it down the hill; each and everyone of them were converted in blood and dirt from the battle. If you hadn’t seen what had just happened you would’ve assumed they took a bath in blood.

Once in sight Ajak rushed to Druig’s side. Her face was full of worry and she was careful not to move him as she assessed his injury. The entire group was quiet as you all feared for the worst.

“He’s going to be okay”

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You stood naked in front of the shower. You mind blank as your processed what had happened not even an hour earlier. Looking at your shaking hands you felt sick at the crimson red that stained them. You were covered in his blood and it shook you to the core just how close you were to having him die in your arms. Is this how you were going to live? On the edge of life and death?

You didn’t want that for yourself. You knew that much.

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After getting cleaned up you made your way back to the main room to fetch your armor that hadn’t made it to the wash yet. Turning the last corner you were met with a surprise: your team waiting for you.

“I think we need to talk, Y/N” Ajak said firmly as she motioned for you to join the rest of them.

The feeling of anxiety once again was present in your mind as you made your way to the circle.

“You are an Eternal, correct?” She asked.

“Y...yes?” You weren’t sure exactly where this was going.

“Then why aren’t you acting like it?”

“Wha—”

“Your job is to protect life on this planet no matter the cost. I know that. Druig knows that. Everybody in this circle knows that. So why don’t you?”

You were growing frustrated at her accusations. “What was I supposed to do? Let him die? What would happen if that was you, Ajak? Or anyone else here?” You questioned.

“Then I would expect you to do what’s best for the mission. You can’t let personal feelings get in the way of that. I love you all as if we were family but I will not compromise the job for anyone. We needed you out there. I heard that Sersi, Sprite, and Phastos called for help and you weren’t there! I know it’s hard but that is our reality. This is no time to be selfish; our mission comes before the individual and you need to figure that out.” Disappointment was evident in her voice as she looked you down. “Am I clear?”

“Yes.” You spat.

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As the sun set over the desert horizon you were almost finished packing.

A couple pairs of clothes along with enough jewelry to pay lodgings and food was all you really needed for your journey. The thought of bringing more sentimental items flashed in your mind but you feared that it would make you turn back. Make you come back home to the war, and the loss, and the bullshit you just couldn’t deal with.

You sighed. Maybe running away is the cowardly thing to do but you knew Ajak was right; you had lost sight of the mission and you couldn’t go through the agony of watching your friends die one by one. It was just easier to cut them off; severing the relationships you had with them sounded a lot better than submitting yourself to the heartbreak of death. Now the important question was: did you even want to say goodbye? If you did you weren’t sure if you could actually leave. If Ikaris even got word of you trying to leave he’d report back to Ajak and that wasn’t something that you really wanted to face.

But you remembered that there was one person who couldn’t tell a soul.

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Druig was lain out on a cot with a wool blanket draped over him. His chocolate hair was messy and his lips were cracked but to you he looked ethereal. He wasn’t awake of course — his condition would probably last a few days as Ajak had stated — but that didn’t stop you from saying goodbye.

You took a deep breath as you approached his sleeping figure. “I’m leaving. For good.”

You seated yourself on the side of his bed. “I know you probably don’t want me here but...I don’t have anyone else to talk to that won’t tell the others.”

You felt tears start pooling around your eyes as you continued. “You were right. Everyone was picking up my slack today and I just figured it’d be better if I took off, you know? Avoid facing a situation like this again. The whole thing today and last night...it just made me think. I can’t watch my friend die, Druig. How is everyone just okay with that? How am I wrong for valuing your life in such a way? I tried doing what’s best for the mission, it’s hard — so —hard to accept that because...”

Biting your tongue you debated your next words. “...because I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you and I couldn’t just let you go. Not even after how you treated me. And I’ve fought so fucking hard to keep myself together as I’ve watched you love someone else all-the-while you act disgusted by my existence. But despite all the signs telling me not to, I’ve loved you since we arrived on Earth. And I should have told you, and maybe —just maybe — that would’ve saved us all this shit,” You said motioning towards his injury.

“but you know what? Now I know.” You face grew into a scowl as you thought back through the thousands of years of insults and rejection. “I know that I didn’t deserve how you treated me. You actually made me believe that I was wicked for wanting you to like me — to treat me like a person — how crazy is that?” You half-joked.

“I’m not evil, or selfish, or any other name you’ve slapped on me because...because I deserve love. I want someone to love me just as passionately as I did you, and I want to make connections with people who I won’t have to leave after a week, and I want a life filled with friends that won’t abandon me for some stupid fucking mission!” You cried.

“And guess what, Druig?” You stood up, and wiped the tears from your eyes with your sleeve.

“I’m going to find it”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Ive never really written fan-fiction before but I really wanted more Druig content so here you go. Lmk what y’all think and I’ll try to figure out how to open my requests lmao

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