Again So I Can Remember

I am a clumsy person soooooo

Omg omg can you do regulus with a clumsy reader

yeah sure I guess, but it'll be similar to the tom one I think.

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➡ pairing : regulus black x reader.

➡ genre : fluff, humour.

➡ content/warning(s) : mentions of bruises and injuries, clumsy! reader.

➡ summary : just regulus taking care of his clumsy s/o.

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is a worried boy.

a little bit of clumsiness is understandable but everyday? yeah he kind of wants to put you on a leash ( and not in the kinky way- )

honestly offers you piggyback rides on the stairs so you don't trip and fall to your eternal doom.

knows alot of healing spells since he plays on the slytherin quidditch team.

is genuinely surprised by how clumsy you are.

"sweetheart, how do you manage to bruise yourself all over in a matter of hours?"

scared for your safety.

lots of handholding and blushing.

as time passes, it'll just be instinctual, a second nature to the two of you.

doesn't trust you alone on a broomstick.

lowkey wants to baby proof things since you keep stubbing your little toe and later on complaining about it to him.

kinda feels like a stressed mother.

is very protective of you.

kisses your injuries sometimes.

tells your friends to keep an eye on you when he's not around.

finds your clumsiness endearing.

does not trust you with certain spells and certainly keeps you away from potions work.

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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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Omg I loved this so much ahh,so much butterflies and so well written,thank you so much

Is This New? (Druig x Eternal Reader)

Warnings:spelling errors maybe? Allusions to sex(nothing explicit) and fluff.

Requested:yes✔

Summary: Before the eternals broke up and went their separate ways y/n and Druig dated in secret went they all meet again after centuries that romance is rekindled.

My stomach seemed to be doing back flips as i watched him inch closer to me our faces so close together i could feel his breath fanning my face, "My beautiful beautiful y/n, did you miss me?" He asked his lips curling into a smirk. I couldn't help but smile god i missed him i missed him so much but I like to indulge in his teasing.

"Only in your dreams baby" i quipped, he opened his mouth about to say something probably equally as witty when we were so rudely interrupted by Phastos and Kingo.

" What the hell is this"

"Yeah is this new because i absolutely hate it"

"You're telling me you didn't know they were messing around back in the day?" Sersi added laughing softly.

Kingo and Phastos shared a look and Druig stepped away from me as we both moved to stare at Sersi "What?" I asked surprised i mean she is right but i swear Druig and I were quiet and secretive when it came to our relationship.

"Yeah you guys aren't exactly good at keeping secrets" Ikaris said causing Druig to roll his eyes, a reaction that only Ikaris manages to evoke.

"You know what let's start a fire and gather for sprite's story like we did for old times sake hmm" Ajak says sensing the tension in the room she is our mother in a sense i have always thought of her as my mother, kind, nurturing loving always doing what was best for us.

"Ajak is right let's do that yes!" I say clapping my hands glad to get out from under the surprised stares of everyone trying to put pieces together.

We sat around the fire the air was cool and everything was peaceful as Sprite began her tales.

"Are you cold love?" I hear Druig's raspy voice in my ear.

I wasn't cold really I'm an eternal i can handle cold but i wanted him close and i wanted to feel him again. I smiled "Yes" he got closer to me taking off his jacket to drape over me pulling me into him. I looked up at him for a moment and he looked down at me our tension could be cut with a knife. Our faces so close our lips almost brush i looked at his lips and before i could lean in i heard the sound of coughing.

"Seriously? We are right here get a room please" Phastos' voice boomed interrupting my train of thought Druig and I pulled away from each other my cheeks flushing as i looked around to the others

"I really don't like this" Kingo said making everyone laugh.

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She’s my best friend,yeah we are not a couple (Daniel Radcliffe x reader)

Warnings:none

Notes: in this one,you he’s a teenager but lives alone so yeah,and imagine him with his fluffy hair because I imagined like that when I was writing and also my taglist is open and the requests too.Also this is highly inspired by an interview Daniel did so if you wanna watch that one first and then read it’s better.

Sinopse:Daniel and y/n are best friends and in one of Daniels interview he’s asked about her.

I hope you all enjoy and if you want rebloog my post,feel free to :)

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Today,Daniel was going to do an interview about the new Harry Potter movie on late night show with Conan O’Brien and he was rather nervous about it for two reasons.

First because it was going to be his first on that show and second because he knew they were to ask about her and he would get all flustered.

Now you may ask,who is she?Only y/n.For Daniel she was a star,the brightest of all.She was so beautiful,her hair is shiny and dark like the sky but her eyes are light like the sun but what Daniel really love is her personality,she’s quiet but once you get to know her,she will be an Angel.She will help you with everything and will be the sweetest person ever.

She makes Daniel feel like a fool because he loves her and he’s sure about that but just can’t tell her because he’s afraid to lose her friendship.

They had just called Daniel to the stage and he was very nervous,everyone could see that,so when Conan started asking questions,Daniel was very glad.

“Welcome Daniel,I’m so glad to see you here” said the host while shaking Daniel hands.

“Thank you for inviting me here,it’s a pleasure” said the boy while trying to call his hands that were shaking.

“So,Harry potter is really big right now,the new movie is going to be out soon and I lot of people are expecting a lot from it,so tell me,how do you feel with a lot of people knowing you?is it strange?how do you feel?” Conan said while looking to Daniel and the crowd.

“It feel a bit weird,when I went to Japan there were three thousand people waiting for me there and it was crazy because It was so much people,I think I still haven’t go used to it,you know,a bunch of people knowing me even tho I don’t know them” Daniel said with his strong British accent.

“Three thousand people!Wow,that’s a lot of people.But now let’s talk about the girls” the host said laughing a bit while the crowd make laughed too.

“Sure,we can talk about that” Daniel said laughing because he was very nervous.

“Does the girl follow you?I imagine that they are crazy for you,I mean you a very attractive young men.Has any fan or girl caught you eyes?” Conan said while leaning a bit in Daniel’s direction.

The whole crowd went crazy,some laughing,some making noises,some really interested in the answer and some girl screaming for him,while Daniel just laughed.

“Well…they are some fans that are crazy,but I don’t know,I’m not really thinking about dating right now”he said while moving in his chair,trying to get comfortable.

“Ok but what about you co-star,y/n?in this movie your characters are going to be a couple and i know a lot people that to happen in real life,what about you?” Conan said while smiling at the blush in Daniels face.

“Yes,our characters will be together in the new movie and y/n it’s a whole another story” he said while drinking a bit of water to hide his red cheeks.

“A whole another story?i mean she’s great” the host said while looking at Daniel.

“She’s ugh” said Daniel,not even Able to describe her in a word.

The whole crow made sounds of “oh” while Conan asked Daniel to tell him more.

“I mean,y/n is perfect and she always has been but now she has this face that looks like she hasn’t slept in days and I find that so attractive and I don’t know why” said the boy.

“We love women that are deprived of sleep right?”joked the host while laughing “so how it was like to kiss her for this movie?”

“It wasn’t really as uncomfortable as I thought it would be.We are really friends and we know each other for a quite long time.It feel nice,I think.I’m not going to say that it was normal because it wasn’t,it just fell natural,you know” said Daniel with a smile in his face while remembering the day they recorded that scene.

“So do we get to see more of your characters together?or maybe you two together?” Said Conan,looking at Daniel.

“Yes,there will be more of Harry and y/c/n together but about me and y/n together,she’s my best friend,we are not a couple” The boy say while chuckling a little.

The comes to an end after a bit but the only thing in Daniels mind is that he knows that y/n and him are definitely more then friends,other wise you wouldn’t be waiting for him to come to his apartment so you could “hang out”.

i'm new with you | r.b

regulus x gn!reader

requested by anon where you and regulus stays at hogwarts over xmas and get to know each other

warnings; brief mentions of food, Regulus' parents being shite as usual

word count; 1400+

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Regulus was not used to staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. He was unsure of the feelings that circled through his foggied mind, and he began to wonder if he was not happier away from them than he was close to them.

All his life he’d sought their approval, and yet it never seemed to be enough for his family. They would accept nothing less than the best, as they would always remind him, which left him slowly coming to terms with his normality, the ordinary that passed by life at his side. What was the use in wishing to be more than he could ever be? The false sense of superiority the Noble House of Black gripped with such fervour led them to believe they were entitled to greatness, owed some sort of reward for circumstances in which they had no control over. But he did not believe in such falsities.

Regulus was tired. His skin was dry and stretched from trying to make way for a new person to inhabit it, someone far more impressive than he was or would ever be. But it was his skin, his heart and his brain, and he was done giving it up to a version of him that would never be worthy of it.

As he walked through the halls of the school he’d finally accepted as home, he smiled softly to himself in the new found tranquillity he had granted himself to enjoy. Occasionally, a professor would greet him in the halls with a small look of pity, unbeknownst to his gratitude for being allowed to stay. There were not many students however, at least none that he recognised, but he was not so afflicted by this, for he had now the time to get to know himself for who he really was.

He thought this learning was to commence over dinner, but it seemed that was not to be the case. He was accompanied by another in his year who had smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face in the Great Hall. He was not disappointed to have company, as he thought he might have been, and he waved them over silently.

You didn’t know Regulus well, but you knew him well enough not to be confused by his offer. In the few lessons you shared together, you were often given seats in close proximity and had the pleasure of exchanging conversation with one another, even eliciting laughs from each other that needed to be stifled in the company of your professors. Sitting down beside him, you smiled warmly and asked him why he was not to go home this year. Regulus answered truthfully–his parents did not wish for his presence–he almost said it with pride.

“That’s terrible, I’m sorry,” you said with a frown, wondering what sort of parents would say that to their own child.

“I’m not,” he said earnestly, which made the prospect a little less sorrowful.

“Can you believe Christmas has come so quickly? I can hardly stand it,” you laughed, taking bits and pieces from the middle of the table for your plate.

“It came around fast,” he agreed, “But I like this time of year, so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just a horrid reminder of time. I always feel as if I’ve done nothing all year when it gets to Christmas,” you confessed with a smile, though you were telling a truth that weighed heavier than you cared to admit.

“I think there’s too much pressure on what we should do and in what amount of time. Even if you only read a book you wanted to this year, or perfected a recipe, or climbed Mount Everest, they’re all achievements. Yours and mine shouldn’t be measured against each other,” Regulus shook his head, dissecting and burning his parents' logic.

“Well,” you scoffed, “I guess you’re right, I’ll try to look at it that way,” you promised, believing you would strive to keep that promise.

Over the next week, you and Regulus ran into each other more often than not, and soon it became purposeful. You’d meet in the library and check out your favourite books together, go on walks in the rain and sleet, hoping for snow to purify the grounds and wipe the slate clean for new mistakes to tarnish. He was especially hard not to admire when his face was reddened by the harsh wind, and the wooly hat he wore only half way down his ears. Even by the fire, there was something about the way the warm light thinned his face and made his features sharper, yet he still looked youthful and good-natured.

“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other before, I would have bought you a present,” you said softly on Christmas Eve night.

Regulus turned his head to you and smiled at the sentiment and your honesty. He never felt as if the things you said were empty, on the contrary, they were full of genuity and truth, something of which he must learn to become accustomed. Sometimes, he forgot you weren’t saying things just to say them, and often looked back at his responses with a grimace. It was nature he had learned to take every syllable with far more than a grain of salt.

“I would have gotten something for you too,” he replied, “But I’m glad I’m spending Christmas with you, I think it will be the nicest one I’ve had in a while,” he confessed, twisting his body on the sofa and lying back across your lap.

“I’m glad I get to be a part of it,” you grinned, playing with the curls in his hair, twisting them around your finger and untangling them.

Regulus’ eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation your hands in his hair brought; it was gentle and innocent, and it made his pulse race for miles in search of something he thought only you might be able to give him. He sighed heavily, but not from exhaustion or frustration, but from the serenity in which he found himself. Though he loathed losing the feeling of your fingers tracing his locks of hair, after a few minutes, he sat up and faced you with eyes wide open. He wanted to memorise each curve and dip of your face, how the light softened it, gave it beauty which he thought not possible.

“I wish you had been part of it sooner,” he breathed unevenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands so that he might rub his thumbs across your skin, a connection of which he had only dreamt.

It was your turn now to close your eyes, perhaps out of fear. But whatever the reason, you focussed on the pads of his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks and how the palms of his hands rested over your jawline. You daren’t open your eyes, in case Regulus saw something in them that made him turn away–they often betrayed you. Instead, you placed a hand on his chest as your breath revealed small trembles, though it did not deter him, for in his breath you could hear the same. And like in a dream, his lips met yours in a delicate embrace that was sure to shatter if faced with interruption. His lips were soft, tentative, but they grew braver with the feeling of your reciprocation.

And soon, it was as if you were the oldest lovers, who had naught left to explore of each other and yet still managed to find something new and igniting. Your hands were in his hair and his were trailing down your back, up your arms and over your face, desperate to remember what it all felt like when he inevitably pulled away. When you finally came up for air, his brows were still furrowed, but upon opening his eyes, his features softened when met with yours.

“Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, drawing a laugh from Regulus, a sweeter sound than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted after a moment, still hazy from the embrace.

“Speechless? I’ll take it,” you teased, pecking his lips before nuzzling into him.

“I’ll come up with something,” he remarked, resituating himself so you were both more comfortable, letting his arm fall over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Eventually,” you laughed, and so did he.

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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

   It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts: 1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets. 2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing. 3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered. 4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots. 5] Number two is office parking lots/garages. 6] Number three is public restrooms. 7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught. 8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming. 9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. 10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it. ———————————————————————————————————————————- POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER: 1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

  2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would  not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target. 3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent. 4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts. 5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there. 6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly. 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble. ——————————————————————————————————————————- FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it. 2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.  

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) . b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)  

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot). 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.   

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry. If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

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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

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.

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