This One Two I Really Want A Part 2

don't be in love with someone else...

Druig x Reader

Summary: Your mortal boyfriend of 6 months is going to tell you he loves you at his office Christmas party. Druig has been in love with you for 7000 years. He isn't handling this well.

slight angst with a happy ending ♡

WC: 1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting an Enchanted fic anon! I'm so so sorry it took so long ♡ tell me what you think ♡

Looking out the foggy window, Druig drew shapes in the thick mist that his breath created. He could see the snow falling on the parked cars from the fourth-floor apartment window. It was peaceful this time of year; he found peace in the chaotic holiday season.

The normally quiet street was quite vibrant tonight. People hurrying home in the snowy weather, careful not to let their heavy shopping bags touch the wet floor. He looked at his transparent reflection in the window, colorful Christmas lights you insisted on putting up around the apartment created small patches of light on his fair skin.

He saw you emerge from the hallway, the sequins of your dress shimmering brightly. "How do I look?" you asked nervously, standing in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful. That was always the other Eternals response, even if he hadn't looked at you yet. He slowly turns around to face you, a small yet caring smile tugging at his lips. You stood nervously, your hands clasped in front of your lap. Your long sleeve dress was covered in large circle sequins, at least the sleeves would keep you warm in the winter air, the short hemline could never.

"You look- festive," he chuckled playfully. You cock your head and form a curious smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. It is a Christmas party," you countered as you began to hunt for your purse. "Do you think John will like it?" You ask him from the kitchen, the hesitation in your voice going over his head.

John, Druig thought bitterly. On the inside, he was scowling at the mention of the Wall Street finance protege. You'd been seeing him for the past six months after meeting him at a bar. "I'll give him a couple of years and we can move on before he realizes I can't age," you told the brunet Eternal that night.

That sentence haunted him till this very day. For 7000 years, he pined after you. 7000 excuses not to tell you he loved you. This year's excuse was that you found someone to spend a few years of your life with. "He'd be stupid not to like it," Druig managed to tell you eventually, taking a seat on the emerald-colored couch.

You put on a coat that John had gotten you to wear from a high-end place in Manhatten. Druig scowled at the faux fur coat. He knew you hated that jacket; you only wore it to make the blonde man with perfect teeth happy. "What are you going to do tonight?" you asked.

Druig peered down at the wood coffee table, a DVD case resting on a stack of books. "Kingo sent over an advanced copy of his next film for us. I was going to watch it and tell you how it is," he told you, biting the inner corner of his cheek. He bit it so tightly he faintly tasted the iron of his blood.

You rushed back into your bedroom and began to laugh, "Which one of us is he playing this time?" you shout.

"Erm... I think Gil?" He answered unsure, taking in context clues by Kingo's costume on the cover.

You hurried back into the living room, eyes glued to your cell phone as your free hand dug around inside your small purse. "Druig..." you say, placing your phone in your pocket, "I think John's going to tell me he loves me tonight."

Druig's heart stops beating, that sinking feeling in his stomach made him ill, all other sounds become white noise. Your comment echoed in his ears, all he could do was stare at the faded red wine stain on the rug below him. Tell her. Y/N, I love you. Say something. You're going to lose her. "What are you going to tell him?" he manages, struggling to speak.

You shrug your shoulders, looking at him with a worried expression. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, you thought shifting back and forth on your heels.

When Druig finally looked at you, your expression shifted. That cheerful smile you always had was masking the doubt. "Whatever feels right in the moment," you respond, faking a smile. Vague, in the ballpark, but vague. You did love John, you felt some kind of spark with the man, but it wasn't the wildfire Druig lit inside your heart. You practiced saying I love you in the mirror so many times but whenever you said "John" it felt bitter on your tongue. You replaced his name with Druig's once, it felt right. It felt like you were supposed to say it all your life.

He hummed, letting silence fill the decorated apartment. A sudden chime from your phone alerted you that the car was outside, "Have fun. Call me if you need me... or anything," Druig tells you reluctantly, knowing what that ding meant. He stood up and smoothed out his black sweatpants.

You smile excitedly in front of him, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your coat. The way your eyes shine when you talked about John being outside, the way your lips turned up in that million-dollar smile, and how you barely said a word to him before you left told Druig everything. You were in love with John.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Druig stood by the couch completely frozen as she watched you reach for the doorknob. Don't be in love with him, he screamed in his head. Don't be in love with someone else. But his lips were wired shut, and when he finally managed to open his mouth nothing came out. No desperate pleas or declarations of love. It was just silence until the door shut behind her with a soft click.

Kingo's movie played like comforting white noise, muffed in the Eternal's ears as he paced the floor aimlessly. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs tapping his thighs anxiously. All he could think about was you and the three words you would tell him in a fleeting moment. He hated the flashes of made-up senarios in his head like of John having his hands on your lower back, smiling as he introduced you to his co-workers, and of his undeserving lips on your skin. Druig wanted you to have the time of your life... just not with John. And that haunted him.

Hours had passed and Druig still couldn't focus, the question if you loved the banker swirled in his mind. He tried laying down, cleaning, hell he even tried to watch the movie Kingo sent him. Checking his phone for the third time in a minute there was no message from you. Midnight, he noted as he glanced at the illuminated numbers on the top corner of his screen.

He crossed the room slowly, almost zombie-like with a refilled glass of cold whisky. His tired blue eyes look out the window, shocked to find you and John standing on the icy sidewalk below your window. Druig squinted his eyes, leaning in to let his warm forehead touch the cold glass.

John didn't look happy, he had a sullen expression on his chiseled face. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be the greatest night of your life? Why was it being cut short? Then he saw you slowly remove your jacket, gently placing it into John's extended hand. "Shit," Druig cursed under his breath as he found the sudden motivation to move quickly. Slamming his glass down on the table with a harsh thud and grabbing his leather jacket off the arm of the chair, he hurried out of the apartment.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," John told you sadly, mustering a small depressing smile. Your coat was clenched in his arms and with one final look, he walked away with his broad shoulders hunched.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, your cold hands delicately wiping them to avoid messing up the makeup you spent an hour on. A jagged breath escapes your lips. How were expected to face Druig now? You took a deep inhale with the cold air burning your lungs and turned around.

You didn't come face to face with a doorman in front of the doors but a familiar face. A worried face who held a leather jacket. "Druig," you whisper in disbelief, swallowing hard. You two stare at each other for a moment, surprised at the presence of each other.

He rushes to you and drapes the warm jacket around your barely covered shoulders. His eyes examined every inch of your face; the snowflakes that perfectly fell in your hair, your teary y/e/c eyes, and your red rose that challenged the famous reindeer's own. "Are you ok?" he asks gently, tugging the jacket closer to your body.

You avoided his loving gaze but nodded, "I'm fine," you answer meekly. The back of his hands brushed against the side of your cheek, removing one of the warm stray tears you didn't know fell.

"You don't look fine, Y/N."

You dared to look up, Druig's eyes were fixated on your face. "I couldn't do it," you tell him brokenly, a sob threatening to leave your throat. Druig furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his pink lips slightly parted. "I tried so hard to say that I loved him but I couldn't! The words never came out! I-I froze! He looked so hurt." You let the sob out, no longer holding back the tears.

Druig should have felt relieved that you didn't feel strongly about the mortal. What broke his heart was seeing you in so much anguish over it. "I love you," he blurts out suddenly, interrupting your sad ramble.

Your words came to a sudden stop, a warm feeling spreads across your entire body. His face becomes clear to you, no longer blurred by the tears. He was blushing a deep crimson, the falling snow practically melting as the snowflakes came into contact with the burning skin.

You already felt like you forgot how to breathe, now you were completely breathless, his words echoing in your mind. It felt like a lifetime standing on the cold streets with Druig searching for answers in your unreadable expression.

It was an instinct you didn't know you had until you were doing it. Grabbing Druig by the back of his neck to crash your lips into yours. A passionate kiss that puts all the ones in films to shame. His open hand quickly grasps your lower back, refusing to let you slip out of his grasp. You tangle your fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, sharply inhaling as your chest collides with his.

"You waited 7000 years to tell me you loved me?" you breathe as you part from his lips to catch your breath. Druig connected your foreheads and nodded slowly.

"I wished I told you before you met John. I wish I would've told you centuries ago," he sighs, counting all his mistakes. "I shouldn't have let you walk out that door tonight. I sh-"

"We're here now," you interrupt him calmly, "and I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. When we saw each other across the room on the Domo."

He laughs in relief, "That's when I fell in love with you too."

Your laugh matches his, warm breaths mixing. His other arm snakes around you to pull you into a hug. With a soft hum, you bury your face into his neck. You weren't in love with someone else... your hearts belonged to each other from the very start.

Again so I can remember

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

I’m participating in Kinktober this year! The list I’ll be following is by @the-purity-pen and it can be found here!

For the month of October I will be posting drabbles each day to fill one (sometimes two) of the three prompt options given!

Week One | Oct 1st. - Oct 9th.

Day 01 | Remus Lupin (Face-Sitting)

Day 02 | Fred & George Weasley (Threesome)

Day 03 | Regulus Black (Hair-Pulling, Ass Worship)

Day 04 | Tom Riddle (Spanking)

Day 05 | Ginny Weasley Uniforms

Day 06 | Regulus Black (Deep Throating)

Day 07 | Tom Riddle (Roleplay, Stripping/Strip Tease)

Day 08 | Cedric Diggory (Cunnilingus)

Day 09 | Sirius Black (Hate/Angry Sex)

Someone better (Harry x reader)

Warnings:I think none expect a little bit of insecurities and talking about body and bit of bullying and mentions of sexual things towards the end but other than that is pure fluffy.

Notes:I just wanna say,I don’t hate Cho I just had put someone there and she was the one who would fit better

Sinopse:Y/n feels tired and like she’s not enough and that her boyfriend,Harry,could do so much better só Harry helps her realise that she is perfect the way she is.

Enjoy :) and if you like my work,feel free to repost.

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One more day you woke up with the same feeling that make you not want to get out of the bed.The feeling that everthing that you do is worng and you always ruin everthing.

The feeling of not being enough.

“Y/N!” Harry called you taking you out of your thoughts,he was looking at you with a worried face “What happend?”

The commom room was empty,everyone went to their classes.

“Sorry i was…distract”You forced a smile and tried to look confidente to face him.

You and Harry have been dating since the end of the last year (now you are on your fifth year),you should be more comfortable on talking to him about your frustrations but....

“Come on,we are going to be late for the class of DA...Got distract again?”He tried to sound natural but he knew something was off. “You know you can tell me anything,right?” he put his hand on your cheek and smiled at you,in that moment you bit you lip to hold your tears.

“What would someone like him be with someone like me?” you thought.

You felt like the only thing you were supposed to do in life is exist and nothing else.

''You don't need to come if you don't want to,it's fine'' Harry said but for you it sounded like he said “Please go Away,I don't need you here”

Frustrated you went to class and sat in chair that there was there(Where anybody could see you),wishing to just vanish from the face of the Earth.

Part of you wanted to believe in Harry's love for you,but the other part insisted on saying that you were nothing but a dead weight.

What did you have to make him feel attracted to him?Neither you were capable to love yourself,how could you be so sure that he loved you?

You stoped thinking about it,realizing of how ridiculous you were being,he would be with you if he didn't love you,right?

Or he was just out of options?

“Stop with that” You said to yourself,feeling that your problems were going to make you go mad.

“He loves you” one part of your mind said and the other said ''Love what?''

“You made him happy or was he just pretending?''

You were Funny,smart,pretty and got nice skin...right?. “Did you really think that?”

He wanted your love.''From someone like you,for what?''

You put your arms around your legs and put your hands over your ears even though you knew the sounds weren’t coming from the class and yes from your own mind.

“Enough,please” you asked yourself quietly muffling your hiccups,looking at the ground.

So you hear screams of celebration and hapiness coming from a little far from you making you remember the class.

“Your stupid”Someone said while something hit your back and you hit the floor.

“Stop with that Cho”Harry screamed,getting closer to quickly.

With you head down,hoping you messy hair would hide you red face from your disgrace, you sit on the floor and then you realise the amount of people around of you to watch your deplorable state.

“Aren't you going to do somethig?you just sit there,you are doing nothing,literally NOTHING!” Cho's voice seemed to be in your head,up and clear,while the another seemed muffled and distant.

“It's the third class she come and do nothing,of all the students I have ever seen,your girlfriend is the most useless!”said Cho getting closer to you with each word.

That hit you like a rock really deep,making you shrug your shoulders,you were a shame for Harry too,you get up even feeling a little disoriented,a walked to you room.

Harry propraly would have lose his temper and punched Cho right in that moment if wans't for the fact you ran away crying.In that moment he forgot of Cho’s existence and ran after you.

It's been a while since he notice that you ditance yourself from him, the vague look and distant thoughts when you were with him,didn't go unnoticed.He wanted to know what happend and resolve it himself,but at the same time he didn't want to sound indelicated or underestimate you.

You were a Strong women and he knew that better than everyone else,so seeing you like that made he worried.

He looked for you everywhere but couldn’t find you.

The worry began to be replaced by despair.It was almost curfew time and he didn't have find you yet and he knew he couldn't sleep until he knew you were ok.

He was going to his dorm to take his cloak and the map but he decide to look at your dorm,when he walked in he saw you sitting infront of your bed with you arms around your legs crying.

“Y/N” He hesitated seeing you shrink more with the sound of his voice.He sat beside you and wraped his arms around you in a attempt to say ''I am here''.

“I'm so...so sorry”You said,not turning to look at him.

“it was just one class,Cho is just stupid for saying that stuff”he said trying to convince you that everything was okay.

You didn't answer and it only made him more agonized.

“Why me?”He was already confuse,this question made him even more confuse “I'm sure you could have someone better,so why?”

“Wait,wait...what?”for a second he thought it was a joke but hen he saw you tears.

“It's just...I wanted to be someone better,prettier for you and...you know do something right for once and be useful for once,i'm not worth it” you said trying to hide you even more with your hands.

Every word hurt him more than someone telling him he was a liar.

“Hey,look at me” you didn't look “come on Y/N...look at me” you didn't look at him because you didn't want to face him,so he took your chin and lifted it up until your eyes met “Listen to me” he put his hands on your cheeks “You are perfect for me,ok?i mean...come here

You didn't have time to formulate the next sentence,Harry pushed his body against yours and you felt the mattress on your back.

“I love when you implies me for the idiocy that I do”he kissed you before you could anwser.

“i love when you're late for breakfast so you just go in pajamas to the great hall” he kissed you again and you wanted to punch him for remembering you about that and at the same time you were blushing.

“i love touching you”for completing the next kiss,you felt his hand under your shirt and in that moment you realized that your thoughts were complety wrong.

“I love your perfume” then he started kissing your neck.

“Harry...”when he heard that he laughed a little bit so he stopped to stare at you smiling.

“I love when you say my name too”he stopped at the closure of your bra, lifting his body to look you up and down”I love every part of you,Y/N” and then kissed you again.

The kiss was getting more intense slowly and then you realize where this was going to go,and could you resist this?no.

The problem was that the boy stoped everything and smiled at you and kissed your cheek,then he layed down and started cuddling you.

You turned to the boy who caressed your waist and looked at him with a face like “really?”

“What we’re in school,you know that”he said grinning up at you.

“Now that you started,you are going to finish it,Harry James Potter”he laughed and cradled his face in the curve of your neck.

“We have a lot of time for that,Y/N,i will never leave your side”

materlist

I’m gonna redo this on my TikTok,I did a video with this audio today but I will do it again

y/n: i love your hair!

sirius: thank you! i like your freckles..

y/n: really? i used to cover them up but.. you know.

regulus: *scoffs*

y/n: hm?

regulus: you’re supposed to be my potions partner..

y/n: i am..

regulus: no you’re not. you’re disloyal.

Omg,okay…so I been thinking like this

So druig and the reader like meeting again after a long time and he calls “my beautiful,beautiful y/n” or just love and it’s really fluffy and like they can go on a date and he can give his jacket to her and the other didn’t know they were a think and they talk about and it’s just really cute and everything <3 I would love if you could do that

Okay, first post but anyway, i watched eternals a few days ago and i am obsessed. I went in thinking I'd crush on Ikaris but Druig stole my heart and I'm in love in love. I will be writing fics on here so you can request for any marvel character you'd like

Characters i write for:

Eternals: Ajak, Druig, Makkari, Sersi, Thena, Gilgamesh, Phastos, Kingo, Ikaris, (Sprite- she really annoyed me😭)

Any Avengers and other mcu Characters. (I'm too lazy to list them)

Ps: for all you horny mofos yes i do write smut

Omg super cute omggg

Compliments

REGULUS BLACK X READER summary: headcanons about the reader giving him compliments every single day and Regulus getting flustered each time. requested by anon. hope you like it <3 (regulus is my fav character so I tried to do this justice.)

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So cute m,Reggie lives after the war and children ahhh I need this

Nothing Left | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Everything crashes within seconds and Sirius doesn’t know where to go. 

Everything went downhill so fucking fast. How was that even possible? Everything was perfectly fine a year ago, but it seems that within that year, everything had collapsed onto the helpless boy. It was like being beneath a crumbling concrete tower that fell with no warning. Like being slapped in the face unexpectedly. Like getting doused in freezing water on a Sunday morning. 

In retrospect, it sucked. 

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Just reposting do I can remember to check it out

1st - Professor!Loki {Power play, spanking and degradation}

6th - Draco Malfoy {Breeding kink, semi-exhibitionism}

11th - Sebastian Stan {Cockwarming, size difference}

16th - Regulus Black {Innocence, virginity loss and praise}

21st - Mob!Ben Barnes {Lingerie, bimbofication and marking}

26th - Fred Weasley {Oral, hate-sex, and overstimulation}

31st - Marauders {Wet dream, D/S dynamics, DP, choking and degradation}

Most of the fics were requested but any late requests might be added or made into other surprise fics/headcannons.

These fics are all +16 and some may be +18 due to how explicit it is.

If you want to be tagged then let me know.

Omgggg,this helped me sleep and it’s so good like so cute

Dance Lessons | Harry James Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Wordcount: 12200 words (Yes, really. Do you ever just start to write a little oneshot and then it turns out as a fic with over 10000 words?)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, sexual tension but no smut, fluff, slight angst, slow burn i guess

Summary: Harry asks you to teach him how to dance for the upcoming Spring Ball.

a/n: Set in Harry’s sixth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. (The beginning is inspired by this oneshot)

Not many could say that they had faced Voldemort more than once and had survived, but Harry Potter was one of the few lucky ones that had gotten away every time. And if that wasn’t enough, Harry had defeated horrifying creatures, had broken into the Ministry and had saved the wizarding world several times – more or less accidentally, but hey. He had dealt with Umbridge and fought Death Eaters.

To the world, he was a hero, he was the Boy Who Lived.

So yes, his record of fighting the evil was quite impressive for a sixteen-year-old. But there was one thing he knew he would never impress anyone with and that were his dance skills.

Because Harry Potter couldn’t dance for shit.

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Ok this is my first post,so I will repost imagines of regulus and Harry here because I love them but I will also post my own one shots here,I have wattpad too it’s the same @ so yeah