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redheadspark · 7 months

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Bliss

Summary - Druig knows how to bring you bliss

*Got the idea for this one shot from this Gif*

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is 18+, NO MINORS ALLOWED FROM HERE ON OUT!

A/N - I am no SMUT writer by trade, so bear with me :D

You fell back into the bed, your breath barely on your lips as your thighs were trembling and your orgasm was now dwindling to a small simmer. Sweat itched along your skin, thanks to the solid body on top of you that was holding you close and still buried deep inside of you, watching your body shake from your post orgasm. His eyes were wide, nearly black with no evidence of the sapphire blue they naturally were, his lisp plump to almost crimson in the moonlight, and his skin with its sheen of sweat along his porcelain skin.

"That was…..I can't even talk" You tried to say, but your voice was nearly gone with a small smile on your lips as the man above you merely chuckled and ruffled his own brown hair from his eyes.

"Don't say a single word, darlin'." He hummed, leaning back down to have his arms on the mattress below you, digging his forehead against your shoulder as he rolled his hips deeply and slowly. You mewled, arching into him as you clung onto his shoulders, knowing fully well that he was not done with you.

Neither you were done, not with what you went through.

This was not the first time you two were in bed together, nor would it be the last. But it felt like your first time, not with the intensity and the lust that was seeping under your skin as you both were gasping for air and pouring your love to one another, but with the intense love you both had for one another for centuries and centuries on end.

Being together on the Domo for some time as friends before realizing your feelings for one another brought your paths together as lovers, then as a married couple. You never thought in your wildest dreams that the Mind Controlling Eternal, the very one who was aloof to outsiders and sarcastic by nature, would fall head over heels in love with someone like you. He was wrapped around your heart so naturally and organically that before you knew it, you realized that your heart was taken by him and there was no way to be without him.

You both went along with the evolution of humans, seeing the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even within your own family of Eternals and how straining it was getting with one another, you both stayed side by side. Druig's heart was beyond massive for the sake of the humans, for wishing them peace and tranquility on that small and fragile planet. So when he decided to walk away after seeing a genocide unfold in front of his eyes, you joined him. How could you stay behind and let the love of your life walk away? He was part of your soul, half of your heart, and neither one of you wished to be parted.

"Uggh….Oh fuck Druig," you moaned against his head as his hips were staying consistent, rolling sleep and slow as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. You were feeling that tension again, the burning in your thigh muscles since your legs were bracketing Druig's hips with ease, your arms shaking while you clung onto his muscular shoulders, and your core finding that flicker of pleasure again while he kissed your skin over and over. One of his hands moved from under the pillow where you were, bracing your jawline to have your head stay in one spot while he was still fucking you deeply. You loved when he did this, his actions were both filthy and intimate at the same time. Holding you close as you fucked, perhaps thinking that you two could blend into one as he made you cum multiple times.

This was how he loved you: showing you with his actions along with his words how he loved you and would never stop loving you.

You moved your head to kiss his palm that was against your jawline, feeling him thrust again to have you moan silently and feel his thumb trace your lower lip. Without you thinking about it and merely thinking about the pleasure that was now etched within you, you slide his thumb into your mouth. He moaned against your neck.

"Fuck," he growled, his thrust never slowing as your hand moved down to grasp at his ass through the thin sheet that was covering it. He huffed and moved his head to gaze at you with heavy eyes, seeing his thumb in your mouth as you locked eyes with him with a blissed-out face, "You want me to make you cum again, don't ya?"

Releasing his thumb with a pop, you grinned as he gave a particularly hard thrust, you moaned out, "Do it,"

His eyes narrowed: challenged accepted.

Having this kind of love with Druig was nothing short of amazing. Built on the solid foundation of friendship and devotion, you both could take on the world if you wanted to. Yet you and Druig didn't wish for that, you both instead settled for your little village in the Amazon. A slice of paradise amongst the soldiers that followed Druig, underneath the massive trees, and hidden from the rest of the world. The love that was blossoming over time between you and Druig was now thriving and evolving, spending mornings in bed together and long walks amongst the trees. Druig never strayed from you, and he proved it again and again.

Druig loved running the village and caring for the families that were growing as the years went by, and you saw the new side of Druig that was hidden for so long because of his inability to step in and help humans. It made you proud to see him care for his villagers, to see the brightness in his eyes and within his tone, and you wished that would never go away.

Even after 500 years when your Eternals family came back to find you two to stop the ending of the world with them, nothing seemed to slow the pair of you down.

Moans were filling the room for the pair of you now as Druig was now determined to make you cum again, you letting him as his hips were now snapping and his eyes never leaving your face as you were melting with the sensation. You felt that drive in his hold along your body, in his whimpers along his lips, and in his eyes as he was watching you get closer and closer to teetering over the edge. He knew just how to make you cum: his rough fingers along your body or inside of you, his sweet and yet filthy words in your ear, and even his cock that was perfect in length and girth that seemed to be created to only fit inside of you. Inwardly, you thanked your lucky stars that you both were Eternals with extended energy, being able to fuck all night without a single need for a break.

This led to your record: 14 straight hours back in the Amazon when you two went off together on your anniversary back in 1869.

This time, this was more than a simple act of love or fuck session. The world almost ended, and you all almost lost everything you knew thanks to Arishem and his need to bring Tiamut to life and a new balance to the universe. Yet you all stopped it, not wishing to let this planet go to waste since you grew to love it over the centuries. It was a relief that there was no more danger for any of you to worry about, and to think that you were so close to losing Druig at the hands of Ikaris, you thought of the worst.

Seeing him walk up to you with a few cuts and bruises, yet alive and well, you had to hold him close and engrain him in your mind.

He must have felt the same, whisking you away from the rest of your group. Which then brought you to your current predicament.

"I'm close…I'm close Druig…" You moaned against his head as he was not slowing down with his hips and his open-mouth kisses against your jawline. He hummed, his spare hand moving down to rub his thumb against your clit as he was thrusting deeper and deeper. You moan hotly from the touch, your legs sprawling out at this point as he keeps the adrenaline going.

"You don't have to tell me, I can feel ya flutterin' against my cock," he growled as you were feeling that sensation in your toes moving up to be along your spine, "I know your body and what makes ya tick, right? I know where to touch, where to lick, where to….where to fuck,"

He rubbed your clit hard, making you moan with no abandon as he chuckled to pause and sit up a bit. He looked down at your body, seeing him undone you were yet at the same time tight wound. Your hair askew, your breast etched in hickies and exposed for him to savor, even the gorgeous sight of where you two were connected along your hips.

But what got him was your eyes, the same eyes that he fell for when he first saw you on the Domo. The same eyes that saw his painful and tear-jerking moments throughout the years but never repeated. The same eyes that poured love into his own when he felt he was undeserving. He swore a long time ago when he first kissed you at sunset, he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you in his life.

Centuries later, he held onto that promise.

"I love you," He hummed, the tone of lust simmered as you gazed up at him with lust in your own eyes. You felt that love seep under your skin, even in the heat of fucking you both would find a way to have another layer of intimacy with each other. Perhaps you were thinking that he was going to die because of Ikaris, or that was world was so close to ending, but you two looked at one another as if nothing else existed in the world, or in that little room.

You leaned up, moaning as you did since he was involuntarily thrusting in you to make you tremble. Druig moaned too, though it was silenced by you kissing him softly. He kissed you back, feeling that gentleness along your lips as you framed his face in your hands. Although you knew of it being a distraction, moving one hand to be placed in his chest to give him a push.

Within a second, he was sprawled on his back as you were now riding him. He grinned as you gently grasped his throat, feeling him gulp as you too locked eyes with that intensity again.

"Love you more," You replied, then giving one hard roll. Druig moaned loudly as his eyes rolled back in bliss.

The End

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hanasnx · 5 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.

Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”

He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.

You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”

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mcondance · 5 months

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cw blasphemy.

“i’m a jealous lover.” druig croons, dancing his lips against your parted ones, a hand on your waist. the wall behind you is steady, a contrast to druig’s swaying form. quiet and composed, sure in his emotions, he lays them bare to you in a moment of vulnerability. still, he has to play, to pick and prod with his words in a way only he can. ‘jealous lover’ he says, making holy the words that humans have made holy for centuries.

his origin is not important, not here, not now. now, he’s normal. simple. a reference to god is just that; a morphing of text to something that means much more to you than it’s source. he’s a jealous lover. the context in which it’s used makes it hit you harder, to know he’s referencing a god’s envious love for his people in his love for you.

“jealous lover, huh?” you sing, and he huffs a little breath out of his nose, the corners of his lips turning up. he nods once, his head notching up just a little. “you quotin’ the bible to me?”

and he knows it’s silly, knows you think it’s funny just as you do the religion he quotes, but it’s here, and it’s true. and you know that too.

“i’m jealous,” he almost pouts, the hand on your waist pulling your body to him and swinging his body to yours. your hands come up against his chest, curling around his neck and crossing at the wrist behind his head, your bracelets clinging together softly as they hang.

“what for?” you smile, looking in his eyes like he hung the stars in the sky. it’s ironic, really.

and just like a god, he’s unexplained and understood only by those who worship him. “nothin’.”

#druig x reader #druig x black reader #druig oneshot #druig fluff #x black reader #don’t ask me what this is #i told indy i was jealous last night and was abt to make a religious reference cause yk the bible says god is a jealous lover #and i decided to write it down instead so here #cw blasphemy #tw blasphemy #cw religion #tw religion

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writing-wh0re · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ahh this is soo sweet 🥰

Two Daddies George Weasley x Reader X Fred Weasley... (This story just got over 10k hits on AO3 🥹 thank you xx)

I Do George Weasley x Reader

Advice Fred Weasley x Reader

Waited Years Druig x Reader... (This was posted on tiktok by someone and it went wild)

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mothdruid · 4 months

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A FELIX AND OLIVER FIC???? I WANNA KNOW MORE PLS

omg, G! of course!!!

my felix and oliver fic is a threesome fic that happens at a uni party. my idea for it is that you're fucking felix, then oliver "accidentally" walks in and you taunt him to come join or felix says he can look but not touch (cucking situation). who knows, maybe i'll write both of the ideas.

here is a small snippet

Even though the idea of someone seeing the two of you sent a thrill down your spine, you loved the way he got on the dance floor. The way his arm would loop around your waist, pulling you close to him, making sure that everyone with eyes could see that you were his. Especially when those eyes were ice blue and soulless. The eyes that belonged to his new close friend, Oliver.

ask about my WIPs

#here's to my return to writing for a barry character #ngl druig has been on my mind a lot lately #but felix and oliver are also at the forefront #moth talk #abby answers #topguncortez #basiccortez #/G #oliver quick #felix catton #felix catton smut #oliver quick smut #saltburn fic #saltburn smut

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beyondspaceandstars · 11 months

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Treacherous (epilogue)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i guess we finally made it - thank you for reading and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed this fic, even though it took me forever to update. thank you for being patient and i pray this has lived up to any expectations. thank you for caring and reading! I write just to have fun but it's always nice when there's people to read it :)

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You made your way out to your apartment balcony, carefully maneuvering the tight space as you carried two plates filled with sandwiches and cups of soup. Druig was already sitting at the patio table. He’d been sitting there for a while scrolling on his new cellphone (or "cellular device," if you asked him about it).

You two had made a pitstop on your travels to see a few of the Eternals and Sersi had insisted on keeping in touch the modern way. She shoved a phone into Druig’s hands and, despite his protests, he quickly became fascinated with the technology. It was still a very funny sight to you. You were quite relieved you find you weren’t missing your phone, though.

"Do you have time to take a break from your phone for lunch?" You playfully asked as you placed a plate of food in front of your soulmate. He smirked and rolled his eyes before placing the phone on the table.

"I was reading about a farmer’s market that’s going to be not too far from here tomorrow," he explained. "We should check it out."

"Sounds nice," you replied and swirled your spoon around your serving of soup. It was evident that Druig missed the routine and community of the village. You noticed this pretty quickly after moving in together. He focused on very specific parts of living, such as cooking with particular organic vegetables. He was also very strict about security in your apartment. You never missed the protective eye he kept on, well, everything.

Living together like this was certainly an adjustment. Even though it wasn’t the first time you two had shared the same home, it felt very different now. You were coming together in one household on almost completely different terms. There was a willingness and dedication to this life that hadn’t felt as real or tangible in the village.

The place you lived in also felt very bizarre. It was a one-bedroom, cozy flat near the city but not in the heart of it. It screamed prime real estate to you. A place like this in New York would be mind-blowing. You didn’t know how Druig was able to obtain this flat but you also didn’t want to ask too many questions. All of the Eternals seemed to manage their livings on their own with ease and you would just go along with it for him.

"Are you okay, darling?" Druig asked, pulling you out of your wandering mind.

You nodded and took a bite of your sandwich. "That farmer’s market sounds really great. Hopefully, their growing standards live up to your demands," you joked.

"I’m sorry for thinking we should eat well," he replied, making your joking tone. "Perhaps that diner you took me to traumatized me."

You gasped. "You certainly weren’t complaining at the time."

He smirked. "I finally had you back. I was a little distracted, I wasn’t thinking clearly."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was mush in your chest. You didn’t know how he constantly managed to do that to you. It never felt like it would fizzle.

"There’s no need to woo me," you muttered as you felt your face get warm. "You already have me here."

"But that’s where you’re wrong. Because you’re here, I get to woo you every day, for as long as this world allows."

Now your stomach felt like mush. You had to force yourself to look away or else you would completely crumble under Druig’s gaze.

"An art gallery a few streets over is looking for an intern. I was considering applying," you said, changing the subject. You had to shift it—he could go on forever working you up.

Druig smiled at your admission. "That sounds wonderful."

"Yeah?" You sighed. "Do you really think so? I wasn’t totally sure, my creativity has been lacking for a while. I… I haven’t done much of anything creative since the village. I never got to finish the blanket." It was such an insignificant part of the village but its loss didn’t get past you. You had remembered that first spark that it ignited in you, that moment you wondered if you were right where you needed to be. It felt so silly to admit, so silly to have a knitted blanket hold so much weight, but its loss could’ve foretold so much.

"I’ll get you all the yarn you want," Druig responded with no hesitation. "You’ll get to make a hundred blankets. You can fill the entire flat with them."

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I make traditional art, too."

"Any materials you need, consider it done," he replied. "Do you want a studio? We could rent a studio."

You quickly shook your head, trying to get him to slow down. His tendency to come on strong and eager had yet to fully fade, but you were starting to think it never would.

"Let me start with the blanket and internship," you said. "Maybe I’ll get some paint sets as well. We can talk studios…at a later date."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just want you to have everything. I… I don’t want you to regret this, not even for a second. I never want any more worries or fears running through your head."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and placed your hand on his where it rested on the table. You noticed he hadn’t touched much of his food, a seemingly uncommon occurrence for him.

"You can’t stop me from worrying, but I can assure you that, right here, right now, I’m very pleased with where I am in life. I’m happy in this apartment and I’m glad you’re the one I’m sharing it with."

You swore you heard Druig let out a sigh of relief but you ignored it.

"I think that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear," he muttered. "I’m happy as well."

"Thank gosh," you said as a smile you couldn’t contain spread its way onto your lips. "Now, we should finish our lunch. I believe I was promised yarn."

"Anything for you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate."

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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nsfw headcanons w/ druig

lemme just say i have been obsessed barry keoghan over the past few months. he was so fine in eternals like gah damn.

♡another character who’s his own warning,dark! druig ??, he’s a possessive asshole

✿let’s be honest druig has seen some kinky shit throughout his thousands of years existing. and he just can’t wait to try them out on you

✿where do i even begin ? for starters he loves LOVES having an obedient toy who he can play with whenever he wants. he doesn’t even need use his powers. he knows he can use you as much as he wants and you’ll stay by his side.

✿aside from the obedience part he loves having something-someone to own. he’ll cover you in bruises and love bites just in case anyone got any ideas. you belonged to him. of course you have a necklace with his initial and a scar on your left thigh from when he carved his name into your thigh. there’s no escaping.

✿druig is veer irritable so it doesn’t take much to get him in a mood. punishments with him tend to vary from spankings to being tied up and forced to watch him finish himself off. he always rewards you afterwards though if you took it like a good girl. he’s a bitch but he’s fair.

✿he learns a lot from humans so naturally he wants to test out what he learned on you. when he found out about porn ? oh my god - the things he learned drew you to tears multiple times. your body was pushed to the absolute fucking limit but it was worth it.

✿he doesn’t like to be called daddy or sir, my lord sounds so much better to him. he wants to be a god in your eyes.

✿druig doesn’t care who’s watching. he will happily make passionate love to you in a crowd of people if he so feels like it. he wants every mortal to know who’s property this is. he is their god and they should bow down to him.

✿he’s a mean/rough dom. most of the time he doesn’t much care about your orgasm he’d rather chase his own. he’s selfish. he has the stamina of 10 men so you’re lucky you get to cum once or twice or five times m.

✿spit kink!!! there’s not much more to add to this. if he tells you to open your mouth you better stick out your tongue and eagerly await your gift.

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softquietsteadylove · 8 months

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Hi can you write a full on pregnancy journey between thenamesh and the eternals find out about it as well and gilgamesh is helping thena through giving birth

By all odds, Eternals cannot reproduce. It's not in their physical makeup--they're not organic beings. But there are timelines, and universes, and powers beyond mortality. The Elemental Eternal is proof of that. With her evolution comes exceptions.

She doesn't turn the Illusionist Eternal human, she returns life to the Strongest. And with his renewed life, came an unprecedented circumstance.

The Warrior Eternal became pregnant.

Without Ajak's guidance, they only had so much insight. Phastos performed every scan and test, Druig assessed what he could at the subconscious level, Sprite even tried constructing an early image of the fetus in a sort of ultrasound. Kingo proclaimed to have knowledge from playing a doctor - once - but was denied acknowledgement.

But none of them knew how to bring an immortal life into the world--or if it would, in fact, be immortal at all.

Sersi had brought her sister's dearest love back to life, forsaking even her own loved one. Thena, upon hearing the news of her new role in life, had grasped Sersi's hand. The Alchemist was confused until she saw the tears in her sister's eyes, whispering, "I'm sorry, I know how much you wanted this."

Sersi burst into tears, wrapping her arms around Thena's shoulders. She had always dreamed of transmuting life in its rawest sense. In this way, she somewhat felt that she had.

So, with the family of Eternals with only themselves, they embarked on raising this new form of 'life'.

Sersi was the only one who even remotely knew what to expect. She told what she knew, did further research. Phastos and Makkari concentrated on reading every material the human world - and beyond - had to offer. Druig was quietly attentive, never admitting to concern but always hovering nearby and commenting on if Thena or the budding consciousness she was harbouring desired something.

Gilgamesh was beside himself.

For all the years upon centuries upon millennia he had spent by Thena's side, they had never had to consider this a possibility for them. And while he usually had the typical minutia to worry about - Thena's general well being, health, Mahd Wy'ry - he now had a whole other set of problems.

He was beside her every second, reluctant to so much as look away from her and their child. Everyone told him he was being excessive, including Thena herself. But he refused to leave her again. He promised her as much, anyway. He stayed close, made sure they both knew he was there.

He cooked nutritious meals, made sure they got their rest. He was a little more insistent with his brothers and sisters than they were used to. Either he was asking Phastos and Makkari for what they had read about pregnancy or he was asking Druig how the baby 'felt'.

He asked Sprite for illusion 'ultrasounds' so often that she eventually stopped obliging him, saying that unless Thena asked, she was no longer their ultrasound machine.

Sersi threw herself into tending to Thena, and their child to whom she would be a second mother if anything happened to Thena. Sersi attempted to forbid her from saying such things, but Thena said that she had heard of such practices before, and if it had to be anyone, it could be no one but Sersi.

Phastos had complained that he had an actual child, and that Jack was even fond of Thena (for some reason) and vice versa! Thena said that yes, she was very fond of Jack too. But he and Ben would have their hands full with their human child, no less whatever immortal creature she spawned (her own words).

"Are you sure about this?" she could remember Gilgamesh asking her about halfway through. It was nowhere near the normal number of months for a human gestation, but they had to assume that their advanced cell strength and regeneration was translating into the growth of the baby.

"It is far too late to ask that," she answered, her hands on her stomach, swollen to accommodate their child.

"I mean," he shifted, taking hold of her hand next to the bed she nearly constantly occupied. Although she denied it, she had to all but be on bed rest, supplying the baby with not only her Cosmic Energy but much of her physical energy as well. "We don't have any experience in this--none of us. Are we sure we can get through this?"

Thena looked up at the ceiling, seriously considering the reality of their situation, and the question related. She patted her stomach, a subconscious motion she had taken on in the last two weeks. "Yes."

Gilgamesh chuckled, kissing her hand, "that easy, huh?"

"Hm," she smiled, relishing the small but heavy affection. "It will in no way be easy. But we can do this, is what I'm saying."

He sighed, tilting his head at her, "you'll be doing the hard part. I can be here as much as I can, but there's nothing I can do for the pain of what you'll go through."

None of them had any concept of what it would mean to give birth.

Thena let him moved the back of her hand to his cheek, always cooler to the cheek than his warmer skin. "I have no fear."

"I know you don't," he lamented more than complimented, "but maybe, just this once-"

"Gilgamesh," she said softly, pulling his eyes to hers. Her still and unwavering eyes, "I do not fear this. I will endure anything to bring this being to life."

Gil's eyes watered, "I don't want you to have to."

"Be that as it may," she soothed, moving her palm to his cheek, "I choose to allow this life shelter within me, and I have already decided that it is this life that takes precedence now--over my own, over anything else."

He shook his head, "Thena-"

"I'm sorry."

He blinked through his tears, although Thena's always became glassy.

"I have experienced living without you," she admitted, her throat tight with the difficulty of such words, "no matter how brief. I know that I am asking something unbearable of you."

Gilgamesh buried his burning eyes within the warmth of her palm.

"But the young one comes first, before all else," she insisted. She brushed his tears away and forced his eyes back to hers, "swear to me."

He nodded, unable to say it just yet. To speak such an unthinkable thing was too much for him. He had only just died and come back to life within the same twelve months. And now life threatened to both give him the greatest gift and take away his greatest treasure?

"I will be with you," she promised, rubbing her belly with her free hand again, "in a way."

That was the last they had spoken of the potential worst possibility.

The birth was hard. It took all their resources to keep everyone calm, let alone actually help with the process. Makkari and Sersi did their best, Sprite insisting that she couldn't possibly stomach the reality of what was happening. She could be heard whispering to Kingo the fear that they would lose Thena this time.

Phastos kept an eye on Thena's health, although the actual act of birth had taken more strength from the Warrior Eternal than they ever could have anticipated. All the equipment at their disposal was just barely keeping her conscious as her body prepared to, in a way, deliver its own form of Celestial.

"Thena, come on, just stay with me," Gilgamesh would whisper, his lips always close to her skin, her hair, something. He held her hand, which would have broken with her efforts were it not for his exoskeleton.

She stared upward, delirious from her efforts, her pulse thready and her skin covered in a cold sweat. "When?"

"Almost there, Thena," Sersi promised on her sister's other side, dabbing her flushed skin, "I promise, just a little more."

Makkari waved, it's time!

"Come on, Thena, one more deep breath," Sersi pleaded, squeezing her shoulders as Makkari got into position.

"Almost there," Gil whispered to her, "then you can hold our baby."

Thena's pupils widened. The baby.

A shrill cry broke the air. Breath was held as Makkari held the tiny life, washing it off and wrapping it up as Sersi had told her. There was no 'cord', like Sersi had told her, but she watched as a golden thread of energy dissolved into the air. She tilted her head.

There's no belly button, Makkari shrugged, as if that were all that significant a detail. But other than that, she's beautiful.

Sersi's eyes lit, "she?"

Makkari shrugged again but smiled as she handed the baby over to Sersi first, I guess--looks an awful lot like Thena not to be.

Sersi blinked through her tears; it was true, the little bundle looked like a tiny Thena, even with wisps of the same sun glow hair.

"Sersi," Thena struggled just to lift her arms, "please."

"Here," she whispered, leaning down carefully and depositing the baby into Thena's arms and over her lap. "Look at her, Thena, she's perfect."

"Perfect," Gilgamesh whispered, gazing upon a child of his own. He had always gotten along with human kids, maybe even gotten attached to a select few, like Jack, or Odin's little pup once upon a time. But this--this was entirely different.

"Oh," Thena blinked, her voice unmistakably melted and sweet. She smiled, "she has your eyes."

Indeed, the little one blinked and had massive, warm brown eyes, like the Strongest Eternal himself. She looked up at Thena, and then over at her father, who only dissolved further.

"Hello little one," Gilgamesh whispered, as if even his voice would be too much for his new treasure to bear. He offered his finger to her itty-bitty hand.

She was already capable of a strong grip.

"She incredible," Sersi whispered to her sister, pressing her lips to Thena's hair. "What will you name her?"

Thena gazed at her child.

Makkari and Phastos also looked over amidst the work of making sure Thena was stable and going to fetch the others.

"Olympia has always been home in our minds," Thena spoke gently, "even though there is no such thing. And yet when I say it, I still think of home--the same feeling I get when I think of Australia."

Gilgamesh leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"There shall be an Olympia," Thena declared, her eyes meeting that of her child, already so wise. "You shall be the meaning of home now, little one."

"Olympia!" Sersi gasped.

Thena looked up at her, "you are crying even more than Gilgamesh."

"So?" Sersi sniffled, barely able to see through her tears at all.

Thena let Gilgamesh take Olympia from her arms, just enough for her to recline in the bed more. "Let them in, they should meet her."

"Oi Sis!--you-"

Gil glared at the doorway, "keep your voice down."

Druig clapped his jaw shut, his teeth clacking loudly.

Kingo chuckled, for once, the most tactful of their chaotic little family. He strode in, Sprite clinging to him nervously. He smiled at Thena, "you made it."

She smiled back at her most opposite but undeniably dear brother. "You did too."

Gilgamesh tilted the bundle in his arms, although he obviously wouldn't be letting anyone else try holding her just yet. "This is Olympia."

Kingo smiled still, as if having anticipated the name that was preinstalled in all their heads. "She's beautiful, you guys."

"Gilgamesh," Thena spoke up from the bed, but he shook his head, already knowing what she was going to ask of him. He turned away, leaning over his bundle of joy. She let out a faint laugh as Kingo made his way to her bedside, "you'll have to hold her later."

He allowed the selfishness, "I think he's earned the right to hog her for a little."

"Oi sis," Druig greeted all the same, although in a whisper as he scurried over to her other wide with Makkari and Sersi. "How you doin'?"

She was still smiling, elated to be on the other side of her trauma, no matter how beautiful. She let her brother pat her shoulder, "I have experienced worse...I think."

Druig snorted, "well, for what it's worth, I've never considered you tougher."

Thena looked over to where Gilgamesh was protectively huddling over Olympia, protecting her from her own Uncles and Aunts. She puffed through her nose faintly, "if you can get close enough, take a look at her. See what she's thinking."

Druig regarded the baby curiously. Even after heading a commune for two hundred years, he had never met a baby quite like this. He waved his hand vaguely in her direction.

Warmth

Makkari rubbed his back as he swiped at his eyes. Different, huh?

He nodded, slinging his arm lazily around her shoulders. They deserve this.

Makkari watched as Gilgamesh returned to Thena's side, still refusing to let Kingo and Phastos so much as tickle Olympia's cheeks. They do.

"Come on," Sprite grumbled, choosing instead to go over to Thena's side instead of crowding the baby and baby holder.

Thena looked at her youngest - most tentative - sister. "So?--what do you think?"

Sprite pursed her lips petulantly. She eyed Olympia, and her crowd of admirers. She tilted her head, "she's prettier than I imagined."

Thena took neither offense nor humour, but smiled. "You can meet her when you're ready."

And she did. Sprite warmed to the little life, just as she did to rejoining Kingo and even the human Karun instead of the isolation of secrecy.

Kingo and Phastos easily became the most eager to dote on their new little Eternal, although Gilgamesh insisted that he be the only apple of her eye. Druig managed to sneak into her good graces, with Thena's help getting past Gilgamesh's defenses.

Gilgamesh still barely leaves her side, even months after her birth. Despite her short gestation, she seems to age according to the Earth's rotation, as far as Phastos can test.

"Ajak would have loved you," Thena whispers down to the child sleeping in her arms. Whenever she lacks sleep, she does this--walks the halls of the Domo with Olympia for comfort. Her grey robes swish around her as she takes a seat in the awakening chamber. "She would still be crying even now, I'm sure."

Olympia sleeps as soundly as her father does. Apparently this is odd for a baby, which Thena doesn't think makes sense; they need sleep, so why would they be unable to achieve it?

Thena looks up at the looming statue of Arishem. "He has done me no kindnesses. If anything, he has cursed me in many ways."

Olympia doesn't mind. She has no awareness of her mother's ailment, and with the presence of their family to help, she will never witness the uglier consequences either.

Thena smiles down at the little one, though, "but I have you. And I will endure any curse for that."

She looks up at Arishem again. "Not that he had any part in that. If anyone game me you, besides your father, it is in fact godmother Sersi."

Olympia remains unbothered.

Thena presses a kiss to her tiny head, growing more white-blonde hair by the day. "You will learn in time. I will make sure you know of Ajak. And that you never know of Ikaris."

She dislikes even uttering his name in her child's presence.

Not that Olympia minds that either.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

She smiles as Gilgamesh rounds the corner, his grey robes also swaying in the ambient air of the ship. "I wanted to walk."

He comes over to her, checking on their little sunburst and then her. "Come back to bed. I'll hold her if want to look at her while you fall asleep."

She lays her head against his shoulder, "perfect."

#Thenamesh AU #in an alternate universe #this is what Sersi does with the remainder of the unimind energy #and we never speak of Ikaris #also as always #thanks to my girl Dalhia28 #who wrote the original pregnancy fic for these two #I don't usually write pregnancy fics #even just in general #but this fic was asked for very personally #by a very sweet follower #so I'm happy to oblige #I hope you like it!#I actually quite like how this turned out #I did think about the potential names and such #let's just say I already had this idea #and it just fits I think #everyone is obsessed with the baby of course #Phastos and Kingo are both like I am the big brother I am her favourite uncle #just kidding it's Druig #Thena even lets him hold her #Makkari isn't allowed until she's older because they're worried she'll get to excited and vibrate too much for her little bones #Sprite doesn't want to hold her but she does like putting on little illusion puppet shows for her #Gil is o b s e s s e d of course #they're always holding her #Phastos is like I designed and made the perfect bassinet and crib and bed for her #I'm getting a little insulted #Thenamesh Olympia AU

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redheadspark · 7 months

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can I get Druig with "how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast." and "you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?" 🥺

A/N - YAS FOR THIS! I would love to write this, thanks for the request, dear friend!

Ray

Summary - Who knew the mind-controlling Eternal was a ball of sunshine in the morning

Warnings - just some fluff :)

Humming was the first thing you heard when you were slowly waking up, much to your dismay.

Grumbling, you threw the thin sheet over your head to try and block out some of the sun that was about to pour into your little shack. The softer sounds of the trees high above rustling in the morning wind was the next thing you heard, a shiver going through your body as the humming was continuing. You huffed, knowing now that there was no way you were going to be sleeping again as the bed was now shifting. A pair of gentle yet calloused hands touched the top of your head and massaging your scalp as you wiggled under the sheet.

“Mornin’, my love,”

His deep tremor of a voice was enough to have you open your eyes, seeing through the thing sheet a silhouette of a body.

“How are you already awake this early?” You said in a mumble under the sheets as the fingers in your hair never stopped moving slowly, “It’s the weekend. We don’t have chores today.”

“Still a good day to wake early and enjoy,” he replied as you huffed, pushing the sheets down and scowling up at your husband of 400 years. Druig, perched over you on the bed with his tossed hair shining in the sun and his piercing blue eyes looking like sapphires orbs looking down at you. He was sporting a thin shirt and running pants, a thin sheet of sweat already evident on his face as he grinned widely at you.

“You went running?” You asked as a yawn as he nodded.

“Earlier this morning, since I know you’d rather sleep all day than enjoy the first rays of the morning,” He teased, you rolling your eyes.

“How can you be this cheery already? We haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You stated as he shrugged.

“It’s a nice day, and I find it a blessin’.” He replied, then leaning down a bit to graze his nose with yours with affection. You could breathe in the soil that was under his nails from working out in your little vegetable garden the night before, the sweat he got from his rain, and something that was simply Druig, “The blessin’ of our village, the blessin’ of breathing in the fresh air of the jungle, and the greatest blessin’ of bein’ married to ya,”

500 years together in the Amazon was nothing short of heavenly for you and Druig. Getting there was such a harsh and difficult decision, simply because you two left your Eternals family behind. Druig went through so much turmoil and pain that night, knowing he was not able to help stop the genocide that was unfolding in front of all of you. As his wife, you stood by him and never swayed in that choice when he decided to go off on his own and branch out away from all you two knew. You too were heartbroken, not knowing when you were going to see the others again. It’s been 500 years of raising a village and being away from the rest of the world that seemed to evolve and grow.

Ajak told you one last thing before you followed behind Druig. You looked up to her as a mother, seeing the sense of comfort in her eyes as she gave you one last time.

“Take care of him and his heart,”

So you did.

Being married to the mind controller was nothing short of adventurous. You two knew each other far too well, from the mannerisms to routine. He loved sweets and you loved spice. You preferred simple affection in public whereas Druig saved his affection for the bedroom. You loved to sleep in and take your time in the morning, whereas Druig loved to rise early with chores on his mind and take care of the village before the sun would even rise.

It was a role reversal, you being the grumpy ball of sleep and Druig being the early-rising ray of sunshine.

“Druig…it’s too early,” You said as he was peppering you with kisses and laughing as he was. It was one of the tactics that he would use to get you out of bed.

“Will you join me for breakfast?” He asked against your cheek. You said nothing, attempting to ignore him as he then went for the next tactic on his list. His fingers moved to go to your sides, tickling you and making you shriek in laughter as you writhed and wiggled in bed. Druig never stopped, keeping his fingers along your skin as you were laughing and crying at the same time. Druig never thought of anything more beautiful than you laughing on the bed, hair flying everywhere along your face and skin, the sun shining down on your dark hair to have it almost shimmer. To him, you were everything and more that he would ever want and cherish in this life.

“You won’t stop this until I say ‘yes’, will you?” You asked in a breath as he shook his head. Finally, knowing that this was a battle you weren’t going to win, relent and sighed, “Fine. Fine, I said! Let me get dressed first!”

“Good!” He replied, his fingers retreating as you finally caught your breath again and he leaned back to have you sit up in the bed, “Although next time we can eat breakfast in bed since you covet this bed more than me,”

“..you’re not wrong,” You teased, then being silenced with Druig’s lips on yours. You could take his sunshine attitude every day if you could, knowing that it would lift you up and push away the grumpiness that was deep inside of you. No matter how much you hated mornings, you would take Druig waking you up with kisses and sunshine every day if you could. His affection was shown in his smile, in his words, and in all he did around him and for you.

You’d happily take 500 more years of Druig’s happiness over anything on this planet.

The End

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Prompt Session

#druig x reader #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #druig x eternal!reader #druig fanfiction #druig fluff #eternals #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #marvel #the eternals #marvel cinematic universe fandom #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu fanfiction #mcu

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cloudy-em · 10 months

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cloudy's library

welcome to cloudy's library!

here are all of my favorite works by other authors. i've included their usernames but i haven't tagged them/mentioned them because tumblr wants to limit how many people can be mentioned in one post. so, go check out all of the accounts that are (unfortunately) not tagged.

if links are broken or you do not want your work linked here, please message me.

i will try to update as often as i'm reading!!

fandoms have been color-coded for readability. smut will be marked with an * (asterisk).

marvel cinematic universe

thor

domestic by soulofvibranium

loki

sharing a bed by gingers-writing

bed-sharing by jessiejunebug

candy floss me by innaminitus

injured reader by undiscoveredhorizon

betrothed by undiscoveredhorizon

peter parker

happy accidents by decadentpaperduck

girly girl gf by darling-i-read-it

four eyes by kelieah

no words needed by genesisrose74

in the real world by luveline

druig

gold rush by druigswhores

adam warlock

*softdom adam by inklore

strangers like me by magnitude101999

let's dance by autumn-hiraeth

criminal minds

spencer

the lanky guy in room 603 by samuel-de-champagne-problems

in your shadow by lvrslvt3

boyfriend headcanons by academiareid

the nice guy by ebullientheart

domestic blurb by radient-reid

access by ebullientheart

name blurb by radient-reid

pretty hot by strawberrysands

protective by inreveriess

the statistical probability of falling in love by reidscanehand

not shy of a spark by spencersmagic

strictly business by sailorholly

miscellaneous

kili

no idea why by immawriteyouthings

supernatural

castiel

post by supernaturalfreewill

crooked tie by bored-writer101

dean

dating headcanons by graceloveswolves

sam

post by supernaturalfreewill

jack

kindred spirits by swlbarnes

the bear

carmen

pretty by superhoeva

taste test by superhoeva

let the light in by delicrieux

*luca and carmen berzatto both being into you thoughts pt.2 by dropitpunk

*who doesn't want carmy to go down on them? by flavor-of-the-week-writing

breathless by inpraizeof

*dance - extended cut by superhoeva

shy chef by fanboygarcia

we should love, not fall in love by thegreatestsandwich

carmy + headband by thebearer

*i can see you by berzatoe

*eating out by stargirlfics

carmen being taken care of by stargirlfics

reader on their period by thebearer

(not) strong by lskisms

sydney saw it first by criesinliess

*engaged to carmy by sunflowersteves

*nsfw alphabet by thebearer

*pity party by violentdelightsandviolentends

*tell me you need me by writer-hes

*more, more, more by docmartinis

luca

anything for you by write-fromthe-start

grumpy x sunshine by ay0nha

*nsfw alphabet by binzlovenicetingz

*you're #1 to me by patherxrogers

idle hands by ay0nha

*luca and carmen berzatto both being into you thoughts pt.2 by dropitpunk

try again by iridescentprose

late night luca thoughts by pantherxrogers

*better than wine by superhoeva

right person by words-4u

*just a taste by inklore

*burn your life down series by nolita-fairytale

shameless

lip

*cockwarming during a movie by theapangea

soft lip by randomoutsiders

clumsy reader by randomoutsiders

*lip + size kink by randomoutsiders

*lip + daddy kink by theapangea

*lip + oral fixation by randomoutsiders

adore you by moonlit-imagines

unbelievably, uncontrollably, and undeniably by justauthoring

ass pinching by gxtitobxby

brat tamer by thebearer

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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I saw your inbox was open and I just had to put in a request ❤️ Can I get “ so you kissed him, and then you... “ “ ran away. “ with Barry

Thank you

Run away with my heart

paring: Barry Keoghan x actress!reader

a/n: hiya! sorry this took soo long ive just been in a eddie munson/stranger things faze rn and ive been working on fics towards that so i finally had time to work on some requests! I threw a selfcare bath scene in this randomly ahab but I hope you like what ive wrote! sns that its kinda longg :) from this prompt list

warning(s): fluff, unrequited love, happy end, confessions, swearing, KISSING OOO, heated make out sesh, unedited! sorry if this is messy i really need a beta reader! :/

“shit, shit, shit!”

You were freaking out, pacing back and forth in front of Gemma's trailer door. You didn’t know who else to go to besides her, she has been your closest friend on set during filming so it seemed only right.

You didn’t know how it happened. One minute your on set goofing around with Barry as usual and something had just come over you. You kissed him. Right there practically in-front of everyone. You didn’t know what to do after that so you here you were waiting for Gemma to answer the door.

It opens to reveal Gemma in a fluffy white robe and her hair freshly washed. She frowned down at you just as confused as you paced.

“y/n/n? what’s wrong?” she asked knitting her brows.

“Gem, I really need to talk its an emergency.” you said hurriedly.

She motions for you to come in and mumbles something about the mess in her trailer. You really didn’t care so much in the moment your hands laced together as you breathed in a shaky breath.

Once she had closed the door you two were completely alone as nothing but silence held the air.

“What’s going on? you seem shaken.” she says.

Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably, a side effect you had from nerves.

You tried your best to explain what had just occurred as calmly as possible but failed and when you were in the middle of your rant Gemma stopped you gently.

“Woah, Woah, slow down, take a breath,” she steps towards you with her hands out. She places them on your shoulders comfortingly when she's close enough. You inhale a breath as she dose and you both exhale at the same time.

“okay.” you nod.

“start from the beginning, what happened?”

“I was hanging out with Barry on set like we usually do and one thing led to another and…”

You loved the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. How his nose would twitch when you would make a stupid joke. You always wondered why he always put up with your ridiculous jokes that were so corny half the time. After spending so many moths together something just grows. You and Barry had a special bond out of anyone else in the cast. Everything just felt right with him around. Like your world was better now that he was in it and you don’t know how you went thing long without him.

Maybe it was just a silly crush, you don't know. What you do though is that your feelings ran deeper than love. It was more of a fondness for him.

“You should go into comedy,” Barry says once he’s calmed himself down a little.

“get off, i’m not that funny,” you protest.

“Come on, ya you are.” he nudges his shoulder with yours.

“you’re so full of shit,” you giggle.

“no im serious, you’re great.” he says in a more stern tone.

Your giggles had stopped completely now as he’s looking at you more genuine as he speaks. You can tell by his tone its coming somewhere deep.

“You’re not just a funny lass, you’re smart, beautiful, and an overall good person. I think that’s amazing on it’s on own, anybody would be lucky to have ya.”

Your heart melts at his words. Your cheeks were heating up and before you could even control what you were doing, you gently grabbed Barry’s face and kissed him so softly. Your lips brushed against his just long enough for him to feel the warmth of your skin and taste your strawberry chapstick. Before he could even reciprocate and kiss you back you were pulling away with a faint smack and taking off towards the direction of the trailers.

Now here you were back in Gemma's trailer finishing your story. The look on her face changes while you speak from confusion into pure humor.

“So you kissed him and then…”

“Ran away.” you finished.

You plop down onto her leather sofa that wasn’t as comfortable as you thought it would be. Huffing you squeeze your eyes in frustration realization hitting you that Barry probably hated you now. You felt so humiliated right now, I mean what the fuck were you thinking? You’ve ruined a perfectly good relationship between you just because you couldn’t handle the most genuine sounding complement’s you’ve ever heard about yourself.

She laughs heartily at you and you glare at her not so seriously.

“I mean what was I supposed to do?!” you put your face in your hands. “Im so embarrassed, what am I gonna do the next time I see him?”

“Tell him how you feel?” Gemma suggested sitting next to you.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same? or worse laughs at me?” you shoot up out of your seat and throw your hands up. Gemma gives you a pitying look from her seat.

“He won’t, i haven’t known Barry for that long but I know he has a good heart and I know he won’t judge you all the lesser for admitting your feelings.” she states.

You cross your arms and look solemnly towards the ground. If he did hate you you didn’t know what you could do, this whole operation could be ruin from your dumbass mistake. You didn’t want to risk it further and make things more uncomfortable between you and Barry.

Gemma offered to tell the crew you weren’t feeling well and you decided to head back to your hotel room, since everything had been pretty much wrapped up for the day anyways. Nobody questioned you when you walked to the car and drove back to your hotel for the rest of the night. You would order room service and watch trashy reality tv to take your mind off things. Then hopefully sleep would take you into a deep sleep as it usually did.

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When you arrived at your hotel it was fairly early into the night and guests were leaving to spend nights out on the town or go out to dinner, but not you. You got into the elevator as a couple walked out past you giggling at one another. It made you kinda happy to see some people could figure things out and been happy themselves. You pressed the button with your floor number, the white glow around it signaling you that the doors would close and you'd be completely alone soon. Finally. after being near loads of people all day with the hussle and bussle of being on a set, it was very tiring most days. You couldn’t wait to curl up into bed and rant to your pillow.

Just as the doors were closing, a hand reaches in to stop them. You groan internally but your eyes flash with panic as a familiar face pops into view. Blue eyes look almost as shocked to see you as well but you don’t let them distract you. It was Barry. Oh right, you completely forgot he was staying in the same hotel as you, and the same floor as a matter of fact. God if the ground would swallow you whole right now you wouldn’t object to falling into it.

“hey,” he laughs out, sounding almost nervous.

“hi,” you squeak out.

“Sorry if i startled ya, just didn’t want to miss it.”

You nod and shift over from your spot in the middle to the left to make room for him. He stands next to you tall as ever and hands in his pockets. The silence swirls around you both in this tiny space and its suffocating you. The digital scenes numbers signifying each floors dings echoing in your ears. you felt like you were going to faint, being in this elevator for more than twenty seconds with him was sure to make you go insane. Barry noticed your uneasiness but didn’t say a word

He was hot on your tail you could feel him. Feel his warm gaze on the back of your head as your hair bounced with each step. It sent shivers down your spine to know he was looking directly at you. Reaching your door you were glad that this uncomfortable awkwardness would be over soon.

Barry was across the hall from you of course. It made it even more antagonizing standing in the softly lit hall searching for your room key as Barry was also digging into his pockets looking for his.

You groaned in annoyance continuously digging through your bag. The key card was nowhere to be seen and you huffed shoving your bag with a thump. You must've left it back in your trailer. This was great, now you had to go all they back down to the lobby and ask for a new one and you knew it would be a hassle. Barry turns and sees your growing frustration, he reaches into his pocket and finds what he was looking for. He pulls it out and holds it out to you from behind.

“Here,” he says. you turn and frown at him when you see the identical card placed between his thumb and pointer.

“One of the costuming ladies said you left it and she knew we were staying in the same hotel so, i brought it to you.”

“Thanks,” you take it from him and turn back to your door. The green light blinks at you and the door click’s as you push the door open. With one final turn you see Barry watching you solemnly as you bid him goodnight and just before your door closes you hear a ‘night’ from him making you inhale. Once you’re safe behind the door you thump your head against it soundly and squeeze your eyes cringing at yourself. Here you were being an absolute fool for this man who was only across the hall and feeling nothing but embarrassment when you were near him. Combing your fingers in your scalp, you decided to just call it a night.

You made your way into your room toeing off your shoes as you walked to your bed and threw yourself down on it. Bouncing for a moment on the mattress before you stilled made you sigh contently, as if all your worries went away as soon as you laid down. You didn’t know how you would face Barry tomorrow after today but you tried not to worry about it too much. Instead you got to work on drawing yourself a quick bath, using all the fancy soaps the hotel had to offer, and then you’d throw on the complementary robe and get into your king bed and fall asleep to the mind numbing television.

You got up reluctantly and went into the bathroom to start up the tub. Turning the knob to the right temperature you checked it just to make sure it was perfect. Satisfied you go to the sink to inspect the various soaps you thought about earlier. There were three different kinds, Rose, Lavender, and Lily. Since you wanted to feel relaxed tonight you picked the lavender knowing as it had calming properties and such.

You walked back into the little room with the tub and began undressing, throwing your clothes into a pile in the corner. You were so sweaty and sore from all the stunt training you had to do leading up to this production but you knew it would be worth it in the end. You were so in shape and healthy but you knew going into this that training for a big marvel movie was going to be brutal to get that super hero bod.

You poured some of the liquid soap into the bath above the faucet and watched as the bubbles formed. Once you were content with how much water had filled the tub you turned off the valve and dipped your foot in testing the water. You bemoan at the warmth and as carefully as you can slip down into the tub and lay back. You inhaled the Lavender as it took over your senses and calmed your brain. Even if this only was for a few minutes while the water was still warm you enjoyed it. Taking baths was a great way to help you destress and it was doing wonders for you now.

After only a few minutes a knock on your room door startled you out of your trance. You threw your head back and sighed. Whoever it was they would go away in a few moments, but no another knock was heard. Just ignore it. But another pound to the door made you grunt and sit up and get up out of your safe haven. You grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the hook and threw it on tying it around your waist quickly. Water splashed onto the floor from your feet but it was fine you would clean it after. You practically threw the door open without even looking through the peephole to see who it was first. It could've been anyone, and you were standing in just a bathrobe. Barry is standing there looking rather flushed when he sees you.

Beats pass as he looks at you trying not to seem obvious that he’s pretty much checking you out. And it doesn't creep you out that he is, even though that you’re standing in front of him practically half naked. Once again you’ve seemed to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Heat rises to your face and you clear your throat.

“Sorry,” he speaks. “I didn’t know if you were asleep but, I have to talk to you. its urgent.”

Your lips part at his words. Not really knowing what to say you gesture for him to enter your room. He walks past you and stands in the middle of the room waiting for you to shut the door. Once you do you meet him and you’re standing face to face. Your breathing intensifies as you’re walking closer to one another, until your chests are almost touching. Everything is quiet and still as you both lean in at the same time. Suddenly he’s kissing you so passionately you thought you died and went to heaven. You couldn't even believe this was happening it’s like something out of a movie, but it wasn't, it was real. Your kissing is hot a frantic like your both scared the other will disappear once its over and you were clinging onto one another.

His hands are so cautious as to where they hold you. You just want him to touch you and it makes you a little frustrated to see him being so hesitant. Rolling your eyes slightly You grab his hands and place them so he can cup your ass firmly with his palms. and He groans hotly into your mouth. You swallow every sound his makes as you reach up to play with his hair. His lips feel so soft moving with yours you feel almost dizzy and you’re so glad his holding you right now or else you’d probably fall over.

When you both pull away you’re breathless and eyes blow full of lust. His lips are a light pink color from all your kisses and swollen. He leans down to peck your nose and then lean his forehead against yours. You giggle at the action and you're both still trying to regain your breath.

“So you have feelings for me huh?” you question.

“I do.” he admits. “and I am hoping yours haven't changed?”

You shake your head and he smiles boyishly.

“Not in the slightest, especially after you kissed me like that.” you jest.

He throws his head back in laughter and leans back in to kiss you once more with even more passion as before.

a/n: leave the ending up to your imagination.. 👀

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writing-wh0re · 2 years

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Marvel Universe

Bucky Barnes:

Spank - Smut18+

Prompts - Smut18+

Soft Sex - Smut18+

Sebastian Stan:

Prompts - Smut18+

Peter Parker / Spiderman (His Character in my stories is over 18!)

Prompts - Smut18+

Oh Daddy - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Perfect To Me - Fluff

Ice Bath - Fluff / Implied Smut18+

Later - Fluff / Light Smut18+

Hot Chocolate - Fluff

Gamer!Peter - Fluff

Sweet Peter - Fluff - HC

Walked In On - Smut18+ - HC

Fuckboy!Peter - Smut18+

Addictive - Smut18+

Tom Holland:

Sugar Baby - Smut18+

Loki:

Glad I’m Yours - Smut18+

Can I Have My Book Back? - Smut18+

Druig - Eternals:

Amazing Lover - Smut18+ - HC

Waited Years - Smut18+

Something Special - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Champagne and Sunshine - Smut18+

Crowded Room - Smut18+

Finally A Family - Fluff - HC

Gym - Smut 18+

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beananacake · 2 years

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Hear me out, what if, WHAT IF, Phastos gifted a pair of like mechanical wings to Angel for her to fly one more time with Ikaris 🥺?

You know what? He definitely would do that.

I hope you like this!

Soar

(Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader)

Word count: 2.9k words

Warnings: Angel and her vulgar mouth, words like shit and ass and boobs, tooth-rotting fluff, smidgen of angst, brief mentions of death, some repetitive words (im sorry), affectionate Ikaris!, Angel and Ikaris being the babeys that they are

This is a part of the series Savior (Ikaris x fem!guardian angel!reader) I suggest you read this first before you continue with Soar. Or read this before Savior, idk. Do what you like, I'm not your mom lol

“Take off your shirt.”

You raised a brow at Phastos, looking at him curiously before your face broke into a shit-eating grin.

“Why, Phastos, you’d have to take me out to dinner first.” you teased and saw the Inventor Eternal roll his eyes. You chuckled at his exasperation. “Thanks for the offer but I’m married. And besides, I didn’t know you swing both ways now.”

“I don’t,” he replied shortly.

You grinned again. You walked around his little workshop—well, it was more of a plain generic garage, really. Phastos had no need for those human tools whenever he invented something; he just needed to wave and flick his hand and anything he had set his mind to would be made. Much like you with your powers, only yours were made of brilliant golden light and very limited to handheld weapons, or else they’d vanish once you let go of your fist.

“So, why do you need me here again? Other than to see me topless.” You turned to him, leaning back on a table as you watched him take his spot in the center of room.

“I want to perfect something,” he said. “You can keep your shirt on for the time being. This needs a bit of tweaking before I can have you try it.”

“What is it?” you asked, peering at the disassembled machine that hovered above the both of you.

“It’s… something,” he replied distractedly.

You smiled softly, letting him. Once Phastos was engrossed in his projects, it was impossible to pry his attention from it. You just walked about the place to entertain yourself, looking at the random stuff that were scattered everywhere. There were the usual home tools of grass cutters and wrenches and pliers, with the occasional wooden picture frame that was most likely Jack’s school project and a baking soda volcano took up a spot on the corner. There was a photo of Phastos’s family in one of the wonky frames and a photo of Jack and Ben tacked to the board. A table was cluttered with an unfinished project and another held a little birdhouse, half-painted. The whole room was messy, if not homey, and it looked really nice and domestic.

You turned to look at the little device Phastos was working on and neared it. “What’s it do?”

He shushed you. You made a face at your interruption and watched closely as he took a little piece of something to replace it with something in the something. Really, you had no idea what it was other than it was sleek, V-shaped, gold, and if you held it, would fit the length of your palm.

He did a little more of flicking and twisting and turning his hands before everything fell into place. The V-shaped machine floated before the both of you, bobbing in the air and likely waiting for Phastos’s next customizing.

“Ta-da.” he said with a beam, gesturing to the little item.

You looked at him expectantly, lips pursed. “Okay…?”

He sighed. “I don’t know why I bother with this family.”

“No, no!” You touched his arm, smiling apologetically. “I’d be as excited as you are if I only knew what it is.”

“These are your wings.” he said plainly and you had to blink before you processed his words.

“What?”

“Your wings. Since, you know, the whole fiasco at the beach years ago, I figured you’d want to fly again.” He looked rueful and shy and you knew he was apologetic for being the one to have urged you to try and temporarily blind Ikaris, but only to have your husband kill you for it by clipping your wings.

“It’s not your fault, you know. Ikaris was being a stupid ass then.” you said nonchalantly. “Plus, we needed to stop him from making more really stupid decisions.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Yes. Well.”

You watched him, smiling to yourself. All of the other Eternals tried not to talk about that time in the beach but you knew it was inevitable. It was part of all of your lives; a test to the bond they had as a family and a clarity for you as to why you were a guardian angel to the most annoying, most pain-in-the-ass Eternal there was. Everyone came out relatively unscathed then—well, you were brought back to life so that counted.

You circled the device, leaning in to look at the little etchings on it. The symbols were a mix of Ikaris’s and yours. “It’s too small to even lift me from the ground.” You looked up at Phastos, smiling bashfully. “I mean, thank you. I’m sure this is amazing but I don’t see how this would work.”

“It would need your cosmic energy to activate it.” he said. “It should only work with your energy signature so no one else could use it.”

“Okay.” Cool. “How do I activate it?”

“Put your mind to it.”

“That’s Druig’s thing,” you deadpanned.

He sighed. You only grinned at him. God, how you loved teasing and riling up everyone in the family.

“How do you usually use your wings? I’d assume you just put your mind to it, like you do when you think about picking up a cup with your hand or kicking a stone with your foot.”

You nodded. He was right on that. “One thing, though?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see the wings.”

“I don’t know what they look like,” Phastos said honestly. It was true; it had only been Ajak, Ikaris, Gil, and Druig who had seen your wings before they were cut off but they were the most magnificent wings you’ve ever seen.

You turned to him curiously. If Phastos could give you back the very same wings you had, you’d be eternally grateful. Pun intended.

“Are you going to remake them?” you asked gingerly. You did not want to hope. You’ve been used to being wingless for nearly a decade now. To have wings again was nothing short of a miracle.

“Well, you are.” he replied. “Like I said, put your mind to it.”

“Do you work for IKEA? Because your instructions are pretty vague just like their manuals.” You teased. “If I end up conjuring a black hole, it’s on you.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m joking.” You walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as you could. “Thank you, P. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Phastos patted your back and pulled away, smiling down at you. “So, let’s see how it is. Take your shirt off and turn back.”

You put your hand to the hem of your blouse but hesitated. You looked at Phastos unsurely, not knowing how to explain the many gash and slash marks that decorated your back.

“I’m not going to jump on you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Phastos said when he plucked the device from air.

“Damn. I thought I was hot as hell. Well, there goes my self-esteem,” you teased again. You lifted your shirt slowly, unsurely, and turned back, baring to him your long history with human violence.

“Y/N—”

You flinched at the piteous tone in his voice. You hated it when they pitied you. “It’s ugly, I know.”

“Do they still hurt?”

“No. Only to look at, though.” You cleared your throat. “Can I keep the front of my shirt on? You might see the hickeys on my boobs.” you joked.

You could almost see the frown on his face.

“Were you always this vulgar?” he asked.

“Seven thousand years of life and you expect me to be prudent and demure? Besides, Jack’s in school. I don’t think he can hear us.” You crossed your arms across your chest, covering yourself as you turned to him. “So, what’s next?”

“I’m assuming the two slanted patches of skin were where your wings were attached once?”

“Yeah, the only virgin angel parts in my whole body.”

He groaned. “Y/N, so help me god—”

You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous. You’re giving me wings. You’re making my dreams come true.”

He sobered, smiling softly at you. “It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for everyone.”

You shrugged. “Eh, it means a lot to me either way.”

Phastos turned and twisted his hands again, adding a bit more length to the device in his hands. He held it out for you to inspect. “Okay. I’m going to attach this to the base of your spine with these ends,” he gestured to the tops of the V, “connecting to where your wings were once. It should take a few seconds to read your cosmic energy signature before you could use it.”

“Is it going to electrocute me?” you asked as you turned your back to him again. “Because you’d probably forgotten but I’m made of some kind of organic material and I know I’m a good electric conductor.”

“It might sting a little but that’s only because I’m connecting it to your body. You don’t have to take it out ever again, even when you don’t use it.”

Cold, sharp metal tickled your lower back and the sudden sting of metal prongs digging in made you yelp out loud.

“Sorry,” you heard Phastos say.

“Is this permanently attached to me now? Like a classy tramp stamp?” you asked when you straightened.

As you were about to say another quip at your Inventor friend, you felt the surging of cosmic energy through you. It was a cold tingle that ran from the tips of your toes to the top of your head before settling in the two slanted spots of skin on your back. You felt it coming out of you, felt it take shape behind you and, with a bright surge of light, materialized into something that was concrete and familiar.

“Holy shit.”

You looked up at Ikaris, smiling when he placed your arms around his neck. You had arrived home just in time for him to come back from his errands and you both made quick work of dinner before coming up to your bedroom balcony. It had become a ritual, to come up there and watch the night sky as it got dark enough for him to fly the both of you.

“You still haven’t told me what Phastos wanted with you today, angel.” He nuzzled your nose with his, placing his hands on your waist and gently swaying you as if in a dance.

“What are you doing?” you asked, chuckling.

Above the both of you, the moon was big and red. A blood moon, you thought. Often it meant chaos and disruption but you found it fitting because it also meant change.

“Interrogating my wife.” he replied cheekily. “And dancing with her.”

You smiled. “I like the dancing part. The interrogation, I don’t think so.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours again. “It’s not much of an interrogation, anyway. You haven’t answered my question.”

You turned your head up and gently pecked his lips. “Why are you so interested to know?”

“You could be plotting something against me,” he teased against your lips.

“Please,” you said, offended. “I don’t need Phastos’s help for that. I’m perfectly fine plotting something against you on my own.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure.”

You grinned.

“Was that what you were doing?” he tried again, searching your face.

You winked and kissed his lips again. You felt him smile against you. You placed your palm on his cheek and pulled away to look at him.

“It’s nothing serious, if that’s what you’re worried about. All three of them are doing okay. Jack is doing amazing in school. He got great marks on his test about Greek history today.” you told him. “So, are you going to fly me tonight, lover, or do I have to play twenty questions with you first?”

You felt your feet lift from the floor of your balcony. Ikaris held you firmly by the waist, bringing you easily with him to the skies. You kept close to him, watching as the both of you moved closer to the moon. You passed by the buildings of the Chicago skyline and went through the clouds. You held out your hand, feeling the soft mist of the clouds as it passed though you. You both emerged from the largest collection of clouds, hovering above it as you saw an unobstructed view of the blood moon. Below you, Chicago and its neighboring cities twinkled like earthly stars.

“Beautiful,” you whispered as you looked at the sight before you.

“Yes, you are.” Ikaris whispered back at you.

You looked at him, smiling a soft smile before pushing yourself away from him to freefall back to Earth.

“Angel!” Ikaris yelled in panic, watching as he groped the air to catch you from falling.

You closed your eyes as the air rushed around you with your descent, wetting you with the water vapor held within the clouds. You missed this, missed freefalling back to the earth and flying just as you neared the skyline. You never attempted to do that with Ikaris; you always held on to him whenever he flew you across the city. But now, with Phastos’s invention…

“Y/N!”

You opened your eyes, seeing you were still in the clouds, but Ikaris was nowhere near you. Not seeing him would have scared you on any other occasion but today, you were fine with that. You were more than okay with it, actually, because you wanted to surprise him.

You closed your eyes once again as you activated the device Phastos made for you. The cosmic energy in you swirled deep in your belly; you imagined golden tentacles extending to the far reaches of your toes and your mind and pulling it towards your center before exiting your back. Your mind went back to the day you first saw your majestic wings, to your reflection on the water as it showed the golden lights between your magnificent white feathers of various sizes, and you felt the change in the cosmic energy as it molded itself after your memory.

“Angel! Y/N! Where are you!”

You breathed deeply. The rush of the air was back and it rung in your ears. You were out of the clouds now, out of hiding… and, opening your eyes, you gave a mighty flap of your new wings.

“Y/N—!”

You hovered before your husband, smiling softly as your wings flapped to keep you afloat.

The device had been able to bend your cosmic energy to make your wings; a golden outline of every apex and curve, of the large primary flight feathers to the smaller secondary control feathers, to mark the place where your once majestic and awesome wings were.

The only thing Phastos could not replicate were your feathers. He said that while it was possible to make them, it would be difficult to hide them back when you had no need of it. It would’ve been wonderful to have them again but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. So instead of those, more brilliant light filled the void of the outline. Your once white feathered wings were now made of radiant, golden, cosmic light. It shone brightly and brilliantly, like a beacon that surrounded and bathed you in its luminosity.

For the longest time, you were whole again.

“Angel,” Ikaris said reverently, eyes on your golden wings, a tear falling down his cheek.

You flew to him, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before taking his hand in yours. “Yes, my love. I’m an angel again.”

“How?”

“Phastos,” you said simply and it was explanation enough.

He swallowed and reached out to touch it. Your power buzzed and crackled as his finger traced the shape of your wings. His touch was airy and soft, nearly phantom-like but very much worshipful.

“It’s real,” he whispered.

You nodded and felt your own eyes burn with tears. It’s real, you thought to yourself. I’m flying on my own again.

“Angel,” Ikaris murmured achingly. “My Angel.”

Tears rolled down your cheek.

“I thought—I thought I’d never see you like this again.” He swallowed. His eyes continued to roam and watch your wings. “They’re as beautiful as I remember them.”

“They’re more beautiful now, Ikaris, because it’s made with the same cosmic energy that’s running through you, the same one you gave to me so I could live.” You told him. “You made it happen.”

He pulled your closer to him, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispered with all emotion.

“Thank you,” you said. “Thank you for making me whole.”

You willed your wing to bend and caress the side of Ikaris’s face. The golden light illuminated his face and, in his eyes, you saw all the love he held for you. It was one and the same with the love you held in your eyes. He looked so beautiful bathed in your light, in the same brilliance that you shared with him.

“Ikaris?” you called after a while.

You both had flown hand in hand, cruising the skies as you watched the lights below you fade to black. It was nearly midnight and there was only a smattering of lights in the cities across the state, with some flickering until they died out. The moon moved higher in the sky, shining its redness down on the gray clouds. Against the backdrop of the blood moon, you looked like the Weeping Goddess that you were.

“Yes, angel?”

You watched his face; at the adoring expression he wore on it before you broke away from him. You grinned devilishly.

“Catch me if you can.”

And you soared the night.

#ikaris x reader #ikaris x female!reader #ikaris x guardian angel #marvel eternals #eternals #ikaris #druig x reader #phastos x reader #beananacake writes

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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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Treacherous (20)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i have produced another chapter by some miracle.

‘Treacherous’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"This is where you’ve been living?" Druig asked, a hint of suspiciousness in his voice, as you approached your apartment building.

"This is where I’ve lived most of my life," you replied. "Why? You don’t like it?" You weren’t sure why you asked, why you were looking for some kind of approval from him. He’d made it clear this wasn’t permanent.

He glanced around at your surroundings, from the other buildings lining the streets to the people walking around you two. "It’s safe, yes?"

You also took a second to survey the area—something you hadn’t really done before. You just grew up around here, it was all you really knew. Questions or concerns of safety were few and far in-between. You just…lived. But you knew it was natural for Druig to consider such a thing if his secluded paradise and rough attitude was any telltale sign of his worries about everything.

"Besides the alien attacks and the world almost ending, yeah, I think the city is safe," you answered, trying to keep your tone light.

Druig sighed. "That’s not what I meant."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Are you just looking for a reason for us to leave? You promised at least one night here. You might love it."

"One night," he said, pointedly. "That was the…compromise."

"I’m well aware that what we did was called compromising," you laughed, "but that seems to be a big new word for you."

Druig frowned. "I compromised all the time when we lived in the village."

"I’d argue not as willingly." You smirked and bridged a bit of space between you two. His face was hard to read, which wasn’t surprising, but you could sense his worries almost clear as day. The push and pull of soulmate bonds never failed to catch you by surprise.

"Well, as I said at the diner," Druig muttered, "I have a fresh perspective on time."

"Then we shouldn’t waste it out here, should we?"

Druig let out a defeated sigh. "It’s your parents I am meeting, yes?"

You nodded. "My ex was around not too long ago if you’d prefer to meet him."

Druig visibly flinched at your words and although you were just teasing him, you regretted it instantly. The joke seriously did not land and it was evident by the sudden moodiness.

"Druig, I’m—,"

"He was here? In your apartment?"

"Yes," you replied, "he was in my kitchen. We talked for a bit. He was just a loose end to tie up, do you understand?"

"He was only in your kitchen?"

"Of course," you answered him immediately, trying to keep your cool.

"Did your parents like him?"

Your frustration was boiling as you considered the interrogation Druig was putting you through. If you hadn’t detected his hurt you might’ve thought he was just stalling. Either way, you didn’t want to stand out on the street all night discussing the past you had tossed away.

You avoided his question as you unlocked the door to the apartment lobby and marched your way inside, heading straight for the elevators.

"Hang on—,"

"Yes," you snapped. "Yes, my parents liked my ex-boyfriend. They practically adored him. I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know what you want to hear, but they liked him very much, okay?"

You fought to catch your breath as you stared back at your soulmate. The bubble in you had accidentally popped but at least you got it out here and not in front of your parents. They had little say in the matter but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want their approval. There was no doubt in your mind they mourned what you had lost and were gravely skeptical of your future standing beside you but this was reality now. This was all that had been building up ever since you found your way into that Amazonian village.

"Thank you for being honest," Druig muttered. You didn’t respond as the elevator arrived and you entered, wasting no time aggressively pressing the button to your apartment floor.

The tedious ride in the elevator was silent. You and Druig stood a respectable amount of space apart. Not only had you felt bad for snapping, but you didn’t exactly want to face your family holding the hand of your soulmate. The situation was already delicate enough. Despite it being your idea, your nerves didn’t exactly vanish.

The dinging of the elevator signaling your arrival felt like a final nail in the coffin.

After exiting the lift but before approaching the dreaded apartment door, Druig stopped. You turned to him, confused.

"When I first asked you about your family you said they were good people. Do you still believe that?"

Your shoulders sagged in some sort of defeat. "Of course, but our situation is difficult for everyone. They just want what’s best for me. Like any parent would."

"Are they soulmates?" He asked. You shook your head.

"No one else in my family was born with a soulmate mark."

Druig hmm’d and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Besides," you continued, "even if they were, I can guarantee they still wouldn’t understand. There will never, ever be anything in the world that mimics our journey."

"Lucky us," he said in a cool, indifferent tone. Was the shimmering newness finally fading for him? You gave a sympathetic smile before turning back to the apartment.

The apartment was quiet when you entered it. Druig kept fairly close to you and you almost wanted to laugh at how familiar his nervousness felt. It was like the roles in the village has been reversed.

"Shoes off please," you said and motioned toward the shoe rack by the door. You kicked off yours and waited. Druig gave you a questionable look as if to gauge if you were serious or not but you didn’t budge.

"Sweetie?" Your mother called from further into the apartment. That made Druig tense up even more. You had seriously misjudged how difficult this might be for either of you but no turning back now. Sink or swim.

"Yeah, mom, it’s me," you called back as you slowly made your way into the apartment, "Sorry, took longer than expected but there’s someone I want you to meet." You rounded the corner and found your mother in the living room on her computer typing away. You didn’t see your father but you weren’t exactly pressed about that. One parent was easier to handle than two, especially at a time like this.

"Someone to meet?" She looked up from her computer. "Who…" The fading of her words told you the exact moment Druig had stepped into the room.

"This, um, this is—,"

"It’s him, yes?" Your mother asked like she had been eager for the words to roll off her tongue. "That man. Your… Your soulmate."

You looked over at Druig who wore a stern but unreadable expression. He stood with his arms behind his back like he was waiting for something. You hadn’t expected him to be warm in the slightest but this was almost annoying. You sighed and nodded. "You wanted to meet him, right? Well, Druig meet my mother. Mother, this is my soulmate."

A silence that was not surprising but also certainly wasn’t welcomed fell over the living room. Both parties judged each other and, likewise, you judged both parties for not just proceeding with the faux politeness typically required in such situations.

You counted every second until your mother finally broke and said, "It’s nice to finally meet you."

Druig had little reaction. "You as well."

You cleared your throat as you waded through the overly thick tension you certainly hadn’t prepped for. "He’s staying the night."

Your mother’s eyes widened. "So that’s it? You just waltz in here with him and declare he’s spending the night. Do you even know where he vanished off to?"

You were growing more and more irritated as the second passed. You knew Druig could sense it because a ghostly touch skimmed your back.

"We had a fine conversation not too long ago," you replied in the most leveled tone you could manage. "Where’s dad?"

"He had to run to his office." Your mother sighed. "I fear he’s not going to love this, honey."

You shook your head. "I can’t do anything about that but what I can ask is that you two just try to be happy for me, just this once. Your only daughter, the only child you have who was cursed or maybe blessed with a soulmate tattoo, found her match. She found the person who is going to love her, care for her, hold her, be there for her. Can’t we think about that for one second? I get it, I spent so much time being caught up in the technicalities of it all I forgot what this relationship means. But we can’t afford to do that anymore, okay? It’s not perfect and yes, we have a lot to work out, but I can’t fix it all right now. I can’t give you the answers to everything."

You felt mighty high on your soapbox but you also frankly didn’t care if you looked all preachy or high and mighty. To say you were at the end of your rope would be an understatement. And you had been there a long time. Druig’s touch got firmer.

"I… Alright. Fair enough." Your mother cleared her throat. "Will you two be joining us for dinner?"

You glanced at Druig who wasn’t looking at you and instead had become very fascinated with some knick-knacks your mother had on display on an end table.

"Sure, sounds good," you replied and grabbed your soulmate’s hand, not saying another word as you led him back to your bedroom, a fine place to stay cooped up for the time being.

The second you crossed the threshold, you saw Druig become quite fascinated with your room. He dropped your hand as he wandered around looking at your poster, photos, memorabilia, and much more. He took in your furniture as well—for as little as there was of it.

It was like he was trying to memorize every detail. You shut your door gently and watched your soulmate intertwine with your world. This must’ve been what it was like for him seeing you in the village—or at least very close to the feeling. It was a weird mixture of pride and curiousness. You wanted to know what he was thinking exactly, what his feelings were, but you couldn’t sense much from him. You did, however, have an odd sense of feeling territorial.

"It’s nice," Druig eventually said. "Small, but nice."

You smirked. "Well, we can’t all own villages."

"I guess not," he replied but his voice wavered like he wasn’t fully here. "Did you mean all that? That big monologue you gave to your mother about us?"

You sighed as you crossed your room and took a seat on the edge of your bed. Druig stayed standing, directly in front of your gaze.

"I’m sure you already know the answer to that," you said.

Druig let out a light laugh and stepped just a few feet closer to you. "You know I’m never sure about anything when it comes to you and your complex feelings. I fear I’ll never be." You suddenly wished he would just close the distance between you two. But you weren’t sure where those thoughts were coming from.

"Of course I meant it," you muttered in reply. "Neither of us have ever been perfect in this relationship but I’ve rarely felt any malice in your actions. You can be a bit questionable in your approaches to things but you’ve shown me I’m important. You’ve treated me unlike anyone has ever treated me before. You’ve bent and sacrificed and I… I want to give you at least a piece of myself in that way before it’s over. And let’s be real, it will be over someday, but I’ve spent so much time fighting it just because you didn’t fit the mold I had created in my head. I probably let the forums poison me but if there’s one thing it’s taught me, it’s that we are uniquely spectacular."

It took all your strength to not look away from him as you spoke. You accomplished it, but holding his intense gaze felt like a whole new challenge as you waited for a response.

But you eventually got one — and not in the way you had anticipated. No, Druig didn’t deal in words this time. Instead, in what felt like one grand motion, his lips were on yours and you were pinned to your childhood bed.

You couldn’t believe you two were here, completely with one another, in your world, in your space. The room you had spent hours thinking about your soulmate in now held your soulmate. It gave you a space for you two to be, fully engaged. Within and all around.

Magic felt like such a dull word compared to what you felt but you grasped onto the winds of it all and let him take you where he wanted.

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softspaceboibrian MASTERLIST

hello, lovelies! this is everything I've ever published here on tumblr, or at least it should be. enjoy! <3

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago || A Jamie Tartt Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Stranger Things

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson I have a taglist for this, so if you would like to be added, please let me know!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

more to come....

Marvel

Eternals

He would never admit it || Druig

X-Men

Nightmares || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

You Over Everything Else || Warren Worthington III (Angel)

Queen & Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Journeys End in Lovers Meeting (Professor!Gwilym Lee x student)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Kisses Series

Gwilym Lee: Unspoken Feelings

Ben Hardy: A Goddess Among Men

John Deacon: Reading Session

Ben Hardy

My Girl

Long Enough

Private After After Party (smut)

Golden Slumber

One More Present

Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way

With A Little Help From My Friends

Gwilym Lee

Roll With It

The Rest of My Life

Roger Taylor

Bad Habit (song fic)

Rog and the Flying TVs

Our Castle

Brian May

You Need to Relax (smut)

Headcanons

Valentine’s day

Imagine being the daughter of a Queen member

BoRhap boys’ as dads

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Who do you think is Ajaks favorite child?

So, Ajak would say that she loves all her children equally. She would never have favourites!

But yes she does and it's Sersi--hear me out!

It's not just the picking her to take over as Prime, because that's obvious. But I'm talking about how I think Sersi is the most human of all the Eternals.

Ajak loves all her kids. They function all together, as a family, even the cantankerous Druig and stubborn Ikaris and prickly Thena. Ajak wouldn't change anything about them.

But Sersi is different. From the moment they first awaken Ajak knows Sersi has insatiable curiosity, and passion, and love for all she does. Ajak sees how much Sersi loves life in all its forms and admires it, maybe even envies how much more freely Sersi can love without the burden of the truth weighing on her.

Ikaris is her secondhand, and he knows all that she does (mostly). He becomes a confidante to her in a way none of her other children are. And yet this ultimately dooms them both to never actually being able to depend on each other in an emotionally healthy way. Both are a pillar of the irrevocable truth and fear how it will crush their family if they move from that.

But that's why I think Thena's role in this is so fascinating (my bias is showing, I'm well aware). Because Thena also knows the truth, on some level, even from the beginning. It can be argued even before then--maybe she always gets Mahd Wy'ry, maybe she always remembers the horrors that they facilitate in their missions.

Ajak knows this. That's why she suggests erasing Thena, because she really does love her, and she knows firsthand the burden of knowledge. Thena already had wisdom, it's the knowledge that really endangered her.

I also think that's why Druig's relationship to Thena is so much deeper than what we got in the movie. He speaks up for her--he speaks up for her against Ajak, and Ikaris, and Arishem himself. He believes that Thena has a right not to want to forget their lives, and he obviously doesn't trust the answers he gets from Ikaris or their Prime.

Ajak is a very complicated character. She's not entirely right, she's not wrong either, and I do believe that she does the best with what she has. And that she loves her children. That, above all else, is what drives this person: love for her children and for people.

And that's Sersi's favourite thing: people. Sersi loves life and the people in it, and everything in between. Sersi is who Ajak could be if she didn't have the burden of their mission on her. And yes, she does impress that onto Sersi and burden her with that. It's hard to reconcile, and confusing, and it creates hardship for Sersi. But Ajak did so knowing Sersi was the right one to take this on.

Because this mother has high hopes for her daughter, and she knows what she can handle because she forged this child's soul from her own.

#Eternals #Ajak #a biopsy if you will just some thoughts of mine #also yes I saw the Barbie movie why do you ask?#mother-daughter relationships are endlessly complex #and I don't want to trivialize anything for anyone by waxing poetic about it from my own perspective #but this is what I think about Ajak and Sersi's relationship #also sorry you probably thought this would be a really fun ask and I've done...this #okay so for those who read the tags #Ikaris is her very good mama's boy who does everything right but then she finds out is wanted in six states for federal crimes #and she goes where did I go wrong???#Thena: where could he have gone right is really the question #Thena is like Ikaris' twin they're so alike #Ajak asks how Thena is and Thena just nods and walks off #she's more of an icy teenager than Sprite is to her #but at least Gilgamesh makes Thena a little sweeter #he's also best boi so...write that down #Gil helps carry in the groceries #Sprite acts like she's too cool for it all but really she still likes cuddles and I will die on that hill #Druig is constantly bitching about 'mother dear'#while Ajak and Makkari have a great relationship!#They're obviously close Makkari is holding her in the wedding scene #Makkari is very close and sweet with Ajak but Makkari is also a wild child #she steals and is rambunctious and likes breaking the rules #Miss Goody Two Shoes is Sersi herself #Phastos too up until...a certain point #And Kingo...Kingo thinks he's her favourite #like truly and genuinely

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