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softquietsteadylove · 7 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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centersy · 1 year

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Love, Jack

Benstos | Rated G | 2.7k

Written for the Benstos Valentine’s Day Bingo 2023 hosted by @benstos

Prompt: homemade gift and music

This is my first time writing again in over a year and it was very much a rush job. I wanted to get something out today though, and all my other wips are miles away from being done so here’s some family fun for V-day!

Snippet:

Kingo proved himself less and less useful everyday (according to Sersi) when he expressed countless grievances with his editing abilities. Eventually he admitted defeat and suggested they outsource an editor.

Sprite has been added to the chat.

Together, Jack, Kingo, Karun,Sersi and Sprite put together what Jack hoped would be the perfect gift – and it was now loaded up on his computer, which was linked to the TV; and as it played he watched for his dads’ reactions.

READ IT ON AO3

#benstosvdaybingo2023 #cen writes #literally wrote this in a day rip me for it sucking #no beta we die like Netflix shows starring lesbians #I wanted my own no beta tag so bad and this is the one that had just the right amount of annoying lmao #benstos #phastos x ben #phastos #ben stoss #jack stoss #fic rec #self rec #eternals #benstos bingo #homemade gift #music #kingo #sersi #sprite

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silver-pieces · 2 years

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firelight tryst

Pairing: Sersi x gn!reader

Word count: 405

Synopsis: Sersi saved your village, and the celebration by the bonfire is the perfect opportunity to say thank you.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, kissing in public, implied sex, tw: alcohol

A/N: Day three of Marvel Girlfriend May, here we are!! 💚 This one is set back in ancient times, and the reader lives in a village in an unspecified location. I hope this is vague enough to translate to anywhere around the world ~

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You’ve been making eyes at each other all night. Sersi, dancing and laughing with her motley band of strange sorcerers, and you, giggling across the bonfire with your friends. The spirits have been flowing freely for some time now.

Nursing your cup by the firelight, you muse on what you could possibly say to her. But you’ve never tried to approach someone, let alone a stranger with powers that just saved your people.

A shadow falls on you, and your vision is suddenly filled with her.

“Hi,” she says.

Your friends giggle from behind you. Heat flares on your face, and you find yourself standing up before her, brushing the dirt off your clothes. “Hello.”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “I’ve been ordered to come and speak to you.” She glances across the flames, and you see some of the other newcomers grinning at her. One of them raises his cup in your direction. She huffs an embarrassed sigh. “Sorry about them.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes and gesture to your own friends.

She laughs. “We shouldn’t blame them, they’re all clearly very drunk.”

“And I’m sure they will be full of regret tomorrow.”

The firelight glimmers in her eyes. “And you?”

You shrug, a sly smile on your face. “I have yet to make up my mind.”

She angles her head, and glances pointedly away from the fire into the darkness, as if suggesting something. Then she turns her heated gaze back on you.

Your core clenches just from the expression on her face. Oh dear, this is really happening. Plenty of others have already snuck away to share trysts in pairs or more, but you yourself have always been a stranger to the practice.

Sersi smirks at you, seeing right through your stunned expression. “Shall we give them something real to talk about?”

“What?” you breathe.

She cups your face and takes you by the waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

Her lips are feather-soft, setting your body alight with feeling and a sudden dizzying lust.

Whoops and cat-calls from your friends greet your ears, making them burn at the tips. You need to come up for air but you can’t seem to pull yourself away from her.

She breaks the kiss first, mirth glimmering in her eyes. Her hand slips down your arm and takes you by the hand. She nods in the direction of the shadows. “Come.”

You follow.

#sersi x reader #sersi x you #eternals x reader #eternals x you #sersi eternals #mcu x reader #tw: alcohol #sil's writing

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eternalowl · 2 years

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Meanwhile my Google Drive:

This is why I shouldn’t be trusted with the ability to write fanfiction

What have I done

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unintituladix · 1 year

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Does anyone have fanfics where the Sandman take place in the MCU? More particularly where hob interacts with like the eternals or moonknight?

I'm look for something along those lines but I cant find anything, and i dont want to write any....

Plz help!

#the sandman #hob gadling #marvel #mcu fandom #moon knight #eternals #peter parker #i dont know what else to tag #uhhh #mcu #dream of the endless #dreamling #?#i kind of want a fic where hob is besties with steven and Sersi but i dont think there is any #should i write like a notes about it just to get it out of my system?

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cutelittleluckysoul · 2 years

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Sersi Masterlist

Headcanon

Sexting with Sersi

Playing with Sersi's Hair

Waking Sersi by eating her out

One Shot

All the stars in the galaxy can't compare to you

#Sersi Masterlist #Beas Writing #Marvel #Sersi x reader

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sebastianshaw · 2 years

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Honestly I really love the ideas here, too bad it’s wrapped up in another mutant genocide event that’s guaranteed to make everyone hate the aggressor side because you can’t have sympathy for that and it’s going to make things shitty for Eternals fans for years to come

Seriously, mutant fans won’t enjoy this. Eternals fans won’t enjoy this. I want to not pre-judge but after AvX and IvX, we KNOW how this goes and this is just looking like the same thing all over again.

(Don’t mind me, I’m just in the parking lot being grumpy I spent $312 on a couple of mice WHOM I LOVE THOUGH)

#out of shirt #I am definitely going to be writing my own EvX and it’s all going to be no stakes social shit #like Sersi and Emma snarking at each other’s outfits

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lady-of-the-spirit · 2 years

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The desire to make one character mildly ooc enough to give your actual favourite character something to be hurt over... the desire for plot vs you actually caring about getting characterization right...

#like maybe i want to write a fic about ikaris hurting sersi but his whole thing is that he WOULD NEVER hurt her and he loves her so much #i'm saying stuff

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averagebookfiend · 1 year

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Starting on it already!! I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'll try. I'm going to write at least 7 chapters before I publish anything, so stay tuned😁

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luvsersi · 2 years

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Late nights

Steven Grant x fem!reader

A/n: bold italics means Marc is talking (: i actually kinda like this. also missed u guys.

Summary: You live on the same floor as Steven and he accidentally wakes you up.

Warnings: very very slight swearing

Word count: 668

“Alright mate you can do it! It’s okay!” Steven said to himself looking in the mirror. He was trying to keep himself awake because he didn’t want Marc to take over, and figured he might as well try to talk to his neighbor. His really pretty neighbor. And he was kind of hoping the talking would lead to him asking you out on a date.

“Can you though?” Marc teased him from the mirror.

“Shut up please. You’re making me more nervous than I already am.”

Steven adjusted his shirt and somewhat tried to tame his curly hair. The only thing he wasn’t aware of was the fact that it was 3am and other people were asleep at this time. Other people also meaning you. Marc knew damn well what time it was and he was well aware of the fact that you were probably asleep. He just wanted Steven to embarrass himself as revenge for not letting him take control of the body.

“I look fine, yeah?” Steven asked Marc looking at himself in the mirror.

“Meh”

He chose to ignore Marc’s comment and went out the door. His palms were sweaty as he walked down the hall. You lived in the end of the hall and your apartment was the one that was most far away from the elevator.

“Do I knock or ring the bell?” He asked mostly himself but Marc chose to answer.

“Why do you think she has a bell smart ass?”

“Yeah alright. Okay. Okay I’m going to do it.”

His hand was shaking as he pressed the button hearing little tones come from inside. No answer. He tried again. The door slowly opened and a head peeked outside. Your head peeked outside.

“Hi I’m Steve-” he blurted out but stopped mid sentence. Your hair was messy and you were wearing a simple t-shirt and some shorts. You looked like you had just woke up. And then it occurred to Steven; you had in fact just woke up!

“Oh my- blimey I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were probably going to be asleep! Gosh I’m so sorry! I’ll just go right back to my flat. Sorry!” He stammered, his voice shaking.

He could see and hear Marc laughing from the reflection of your hallway mirror.

“Oh noo it’s fine really” You stood up straighter and opened the door so he could see you properly. You scratched your head and yawned. Steven just watched you in awe, absolutely mesmerized by you.

“So Steve did you need anything?” You asked him leaning against the door in a way making him speechless.

“I uh oh- haha. Okay wow-” he stuttered. “It’s actually Steven hah.” He poorly laughed.

“My apologies Steven.” You smiled.

“Alright so I actually wanted to ask you something.” He played a little with his fingers.

“Stop being a chicken and ask her out already!” Marc hissed from the mirror.

“Alright here we go… so Y/n would you maybe want to go out sometime?” He fiddled with his fingers. You raised your eyebrows in shock and Steven immediately regretted asking you.

“No that was stupid I’m so sorry, have a nice day- I mean night! Goodbye lovely meetin’ you!” He could see Marc rolling his eyes from your mirror.

“No actually that doesn’t sound so bad.” You smiled at him. He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” Steven wasn’t sure if he was just imagining those words coming out of your mouth.

“Steven. I’d love to go on a date with you.” You repeated yourself.

“Oh. Oh! How uh how about tomorrow? Eight?” He asked you, his head having the shade of a tomato.

You nodded. “Just make sure to come on time! I don’t want to look like a complete mess.” You laughed and pointed at yourself. Steven laughed nervously with you and you waved goodbye.

“A mess? She looked rather leng didn’t she?” He asked Marc right after you shut the door.

“Go to bed now.” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

- 💌

@vasnda

#sersi writes #moon knight #steven grant fluff #marvel x reader #fluff #marc spector fluff #disney #marvel #oscar isaac

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softquietsteadylove · 9 months

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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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dreaminginpastels · 4 months

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Wow you’re writing is great! If you’re not busy, would you do a Druig request where he’s in love with his fellow Eternal who’s generally neutral in family fights but one Druig manages to bother her enough that he feels guilty and asks for forgiveness because he can handle everyone else being mad at him but not her? Thank you in advance!

wounding me softly

pairing: druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: in which druig is increasingly distracted in battle and reader has had enough.

warnings: reader says some slightly not very nice things to druig, sliiiightest angst, brief intimacy

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 2.1k

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Druig was getting on your last nerve. Literally.

Arishem had gifted you the ability to heal others, but what you hadn’t told the rest of the Eternals was that this “ability” came with a catch - each time, you had to absorb the injury in order to heal it. Early on in your inception, you’d decided it was some punishment, for what you had no clue, but as you became an integral part of the Eternals and learned from each of them, you’d come to see it as your own private gift - a way to develop untapped empathy and care for others. It made you the beautiful person you were.

Right now, however, Druig was testing your patience. The two of you had spent much time together during the early part of your stay in Babylon, and had grown close enough that Druig had started showboating in battles, leading the two of you to keep a tally of Deviants slain and owing each other various snacks after battle depending on who won. You were happy for the first time in a long, long time. You had even let yourself wonder if there might be more on the horizon between you. Over the last week, however, something had changed. Druig was quieter, withdrawn. You’d find him lost in his thoughts, and, most troublesome was the fact that he seemed to have lost his focus in battle. It was taking its toll.

It had started with slight delays, Druig got where he needed to be but always just a tad too late. At first, you were concerned, checking in on him even though he’d just brush you off. But then you’d begun to get frustrated with the brooding eternal. The battles were becoming more frequent, and as the demand on your abilities grew, so too it seemed did Druig’s wandering mind.

…

Drained and exhausted, you slumped against a wall as Ikaris blasted a Deviant ahead of you on your route to a wounded Kingo.

“Kingo, again?” you sighed as your hands pressed on his abdomen. You felt the deep gash slowly and agonisingly transferring to your own side.

He winced, “It’s not my fault, y/n, I swear-”

“They’re just targeting the weakest link.” Ikaris stated, matter-of-factly.

Kingo scoffed. “Okay, rude.”

Ikaris smirked before responding to Sersi’s summon.

Kingo turned to you, “But seriously, y/n, if Druig showed up every once and a while, maybe these damn Deviants would go down easier.”

You groaned in frustration at the same moment that Kingo sighed in relief. The injury had finished absorbing, but you were severely lightheaded and could barely move. Druig was going to get more than an earful when you got back.

“You’re an angel, y/n.” Kingo announced as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Seriously, I appreciate you so much.”

You grimaced, trying to hide the immense pain you were in. “T-thanks Kingo. Be careful out there, okay?”

He nodded before saluting you. “I won’t let you down, boss.”

…

“Rock, paper, scissors for the last twinkie?”

Druig brushed up against your shoulder playfully in the common space of the Domo, earning him a glare from you, and a chuckle out of Kingo.

“Woah,” Druig began, gesturing to your glare with his twinkie in hand, “Careful with that thing, you could seriously hurt someone!”

You scoffed and walked away, feeling Druig’s confused gaze following your every step. As you walked into your room, you could hear his voice echoing through the walls of the Domo. “Was it something I said?”

“You, my friend, are royally screwed.” Kingo replied, stifling a chuckle.

…

A week had passed since Kingo’s major injury, and you hadn’t spoken a single word to Druig. You knew that the silent treatment was probably a bit immature for an eternal being, but frankly, you couldn’t care less. Being unfocused in battle was one thing, but vanishing when your family needs you the most? That you couldn’t condone.

You knew he’d have an excuse, and part of you was desperate to hear it. You missed him. Of course you did. Your love for him only made your resentment more torturous.

Carefully positioning your still-recovering body against the wall in the meeting room, you watched as the other Eternals filed in with bated breath, wondering how much longer you could keep your secret.

…

Druig’s heart rate spiked as Ajak concluded their meeting, the blood coursing through his veins as he prepared for what he was about to do. He hated confrontation as much as the next person, although the next person was Ikaris...

“Alright, if no one has anything further they wish to present, you’re all dismissed.”

“Actually, Ajak,” Druig began, taking in the eye-rolls from his fellow Eternals as his voice filled the room. “I have something I’d like to discuss.”

Ajak’s patient, loving eyes wandered his face like a warning. “Yes, Druig?”

“Y/n’s been giving me the silent treatment lately, and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”

“Oh here we go…” muttered Kingo as his eyes met Sprite’s, drawn to the impending drama like a car crash he couldn't tear his eyes from.

“It pains me to bring it up," Druig continued, glaring briefly at Kingo, "but seeing as the Deviants are getting more frequent, I figure we need to gel as a unit, and I don’t feel that we’re doing that.”

“HA,” A voice stirred from the shadowed corner of the meeting room. “You can talk.”

As you emerged from the shadows into the light of the meeting space, Druig took in your appearance - your heavy breathing, the dark bags under your bloodshot eyes, how pale you were. He instinctively moved towards you, resting a featherlight hand on your shoulder. His heart shattered as you winced and pulled away from his usually welcome touch.

“Y/n, you look like crap! What the hell happened?” Then, softly in your ear, “Are you okay?”

Druig felt you tremble the second before you shoved him away from you. “Of course I do! While you’ve been off doing Arishem knows what, we’ve been protecting the humans, and each other, from Deviants. Who, as you so kindly reminded us, are getting more dangerous and more frequent. This is the time that we can’t afford slip-ups, and you’re off with the fairies!”

Druig’s head fell in shame. You hated conflict, least of all with him, and he had driven you to this. He knew it was entirely his fault - he had been distracted lately, and you deserved to know why. “Y/n, I-”

“You’re careless! And you don’t think about anyone but yourself. We can’t afford that, Druig. We’re a team. A family. Act like it.”

He shrunk into himself, every trace of his usual swagger and confidence shattered like the fragile heart he held within. You were right. He had done this to you, left you exhausted and pained - a shell of yourself. The one person he swore he’d never hurt. He mustered the only words he could, hoping they were at least a bandage over your weak frame. At least enough until he could hold you again. “I’m sorry.”

With a deep sigh, he watched as you limped out of the room - step by pained step. Druig looked at the faces of the other Eternals, taking in their disappointment with panicked eyes before rushing out of the room to follow you.

…

“Y/n, wait!”

You groaned as he approached. Every noise you made splintered Druig’s heart a little more. He needed to make this right. Now.

“What, you couldn’t even let me have a badass exit? You’re unbelievable.” You mustered a chuckle to lighten the mood, but Druig saw how it pained you. How you shuddered with each breath.

“Oh my darlin’, you’re not okay.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Obviously, Druig. But great to know you weren’t even listening to my speech-”

“No, I can see it - something’s really wrong.” He lifted an arm above yours and studied your eyes carefully for permission before gently lifting your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to lay down, we can talk when you’re comfortable.”

You winced as Druig lifted your arm, but hummed gratefully at his concern, lifting his hopes ever so slightly that things might just be okay. That he might win his best friend back, if he could muster the courage to be sincere enough.

Druig guided you to your room, and lay you gently on your bed, relishing in the comfortable sigh that emerged from your lips. You looked up at him, guarded but gentle. “Thank you, Druig.”

“You’re welcome, my darlin’.” He softened as he took you in. Then, he eyed your bed. “Mind if I lay with you?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your permission.

The silence that followed was full of unspoken emotions. Of feelings too large for the room, but deep enough to create a chasm between you. Until your voice echoed through the dark.

“What’s been going on with you lately? You’re a formidable warrior, unrelenting in battle. What could possibly have you distracted enough that you’d ignore Kingo’s calls for aid?”

Druig sighed. “Look, y/n. It seems we’ve both been keeping secrets. I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours?”

You eyed his outstretched pinky. “I cannot believe you’re making me pinky swear like our inception was yesterday.”

He laughed gently, “You know you love it.”

Rolling your eyes, you took his pinky in yours. “Fine, pinky swear.”

While your pinkies were still entwined, Druig quickly added, “but you go first!” before letting go.

“You are an actual child, Druig.”

“And you have a secret to tell me…” he replied in a sing-song voice.

The mood was instantly quashed by your serious tone. “I…”

Carefully, Druig took your hand in his. “You know you can tell me anything, my darlin’, I’m not going anywhere.”

You took a deep breath as you looked up at him, meeting his concerned irises.

“My abilities come with a cost. A condition. I can’t heal anyone without taking on their pain first.” Druig searched your eyes, horrified by your words and connecting the dots as you continued, “So, each time I’ve healed the others in battle recently…”

“...you’ve had to take on their injuries yourself and heal from them.” He finished for you.

You nodded sombrely. “Each, and every one. Individually.”

“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, y/n. Why didn’t you tell us?” Druig looked down sheepishly at your entwined hands before quietly adding, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your voice was smaller than Druig had ever heard it as you replied, laced with the worries and insecurities you had held inside for an eternity. “I…I didn’t want to burden anyone, to let anyone down, and…I didn’t want you to look down on me for being the only Eternal whose powers are conditional. I was ashamed for a really long time.”

“I could never look down on you, y/n.” Druig began, turning to face you as he gently cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes. “I…I love you.”

Your eyes widened, “You…you do?”

He chuckled sadly, “Of course I do, you beautiful, oblivious fool. I’ve loved you forever.” Druig looked down bashfully before muttering under his breath. “That’s uh, that’s actually why I’ve been so distracted lately.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

“I know, I know, it’s so dumb. I just, I’ve been wanting to ask you if you would ever consider seeing me as more than just the brooding Eternal that boasts in battle for snacks because he’s too shy to ask the girl he loves to be his. I never thought you would ever see me as more and I…I would daydream about us in battle, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. Then, last week I saw these flowers - daisies, I- I know they’re your favourite - when this Deviant shoved me to the ground deep in the forest and I thought they would be perfect for some grand romantic gesture and then I heard about Kingo and- I’m so sorry y/n, I ruined everything, I hurt you, and-”

Druig’s panicked rambling faded into nothingness the second he felt your lips graze his. Gentle, shy at first, and then more deeply, with a passion that he felt at his core. He moaned against your lips, “Y-y/n, I-”

“That is somehow equally the sweetest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of that beautiful-” kiss, “-beautiful-” kiss, “-mouth.”

With a lovestruck gaze, and an empty mind, Druig’s eyes moved from your lips to your eyes as he took in the sight before him. “Y-you forgive me?”

You smiled then, cupping his face gently before placing another tentative kiss on his waiting lips. “I’ll do you one better. I love you, you sweet, idiotic Eternal. I’d be honoured to be yours.”

The two of you lay there in contented silence, falling asleep entwined in each other's embrace, knowing that everything would be okay. Knowing that you had each other. ...

a/n: hi lovely, i’m so very sorry for how long it’s taken me to get around to this request. it was my last druig request for AGES and I was just so nervous that if I wrote my last druig request I wouldn't get any more, so I held onto this baby like my life depended on it. that being said, I tweaked the request a little bit and I ADORED writing this. I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be, and please please feel free to request for baby boy again because I love writing for him SO MUCH 🤍

i’m so excited to get back into writing again, i finally finished my honours degree and I have so much creativity it’s not even funny - hoping to really smash out a bunch of your requests and create a writing schedule so i can keep it up because i miss and love writing for you all! thank you so much for your patience and support, you mean the world to me and i’m thankful for you every day

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redheadspark · 4 months

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The Denial prompts!! 2 is so Druig-coded! Can you write it for Druig please?

A/N - Awww this is perfect for the mind controller himself! Thanks for the request, anon!

Told Ya

Summary - Druig is always filled with doubt, but leave it to Makkari to bring him to the light

Warnings - Mostly fluff

Druig’s eyes were on you from his spot in the Meeting Room, the smile on your face making you almost look like you were glowing after listening to Sersi’s story that she was telling you. Of course, he was trying to make it seem like he wasn’t looking or watching at all, hoping a book tentatively in his hands with his thumb on the spot of the book where he stopped. But hearing your laugh ring like bells in the small room, the small twinkle in your eyes that was illuminated from the Domo lights, and the soft color of your armor against your skin, Druig was nonetheless entranced.

If he had to be honest, he has been entranced with you for the longest time. Maybe for as long as you all were on earth.

Druig was never one to show he had feelings or that he was weak, though he knew there was nothing wrong in showing one’s feelings or being vulnerable. Druig never did it himself, he was busy and preoccupied with saving humans from Deviants to channel his inner feelings toward you. But you none the less caught his attention from the moment you two met. He thought of your wicked sense of humor, able to brighten any room with a chuckle or your light hearted attitude. He adored your kindness and soft gestures towards others, especially those who were in need of comfort.

Most of all, Druig was enraptured with your heart that was filled with beauty that then reflected in your smile and bright eyes.

Over time, Druig held it against his chest and locked it away, not wishing to expose himself and let others know of this secret that he had. Maybe he thought of it as a major secret when it was a simple crush, and he would try his best not to show it or say it in front of anyone. You two were in fact friends, Druig loved having you as one of his closest friends who knew him far too well and brought out the best in him. But then again, he inwardly and selfishly wanted more with you. He wanted what Ikaris and Sersi had, which was saying something since he was still indifferent to Ikaris. But still, he wanted to hold your hand and feel how soft your skin was against his calloused palm, he wanted to hold you in his arms to feel that warmth he knew you had around you like a shield.

Druig wanted to kiss you and bring you nothing but joy.

Watching you like a love-sick puppy, Druig was too distracted to see Makkari speed over to chat with him with her mesh bag in hand, wishing to share with Druig her recent treasure haul. But she saw his eyes trained in your direction, her eyes looking over to see you and Sersi chatting away. The speedster smirked, looking back at her best friend and she playfully shoved his arm with her own to get his attention. He looked over a bit too quick, almost stumbling off the bench where he sat.

"Druig, you’re drooling."

“What?”

Druig looked at his best friend, seeing Makkari gesture to his slightly open mouth, to which he slammed his mouth shut instantly. Makkari chuckled, the sound filling the room as you were on the other side of the Meeting Room, looking away from talking to Sersi and at Makkari and Druig. Druig was looking down rather sheepish, blush was evident on his cheeks. You smiled, thinking of it affectionately as Ajak floated over to you, lacing your arms together.

“Come, I have something to discuss with you,” She said to you, taking you out of the room with ease. Druig and Makkari were watching you being escorted away, Druig then glaring at Makkari as she smirked back at him.

“What?” She asked him was giving her a hard look, “You’re literally eyeing her with affection!”

“I am not,” He signed and said to her in retaliation, though Makkari titled her head at him as he kept going, “I think of her only as a friend,”

“Doubtful. You two would be cute together since you bring out the best in one another,” Makkari explained to Druig, her eyes light and filled with truth as Druig was already shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck, “There’s no shame in liking her, she’s wonderful! As are you, and you two getting together wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

“It would be an interference with our work on Earth,” Druig reasoned, though Makkari was now the one glaring at him.

“Sounds like an excuse,” She commented, “You made it sound time-consuming to be with her, or anyone for that matter.”

“I don’t have time for a relationship, anyways,” He added on, though Makkari slapped his arm and scoffed at him,

“That has nothing to do with anything I just said, like at all,” She said to him with her glare, seeing him look a bit sheepish as she sighed and sat down next to him. As stubborn and hard-headed as he was when he came to what was on his mind, Makkari knew her best friend deep down. He had a massive heart, and she knew he wanted, craved even, for you to hold it in your hands.

“Even if….if she thought of me like that…I don’t think she would want to be with someone like me,” he said in a mumble. He thought of you as the sun and himself as the moon, opposites and never able to share the same space. You are bright, cheerful, and filled with life and warmth. He was mysterious, aloof, and wrapped in the calm and silence that the night would bring. Druig always hated the notion of comparing two things, but he always compared himself to you.

It wore him down sometimes, always thinking of the worst and how you would never dare look in his direction in that way.

Makkari tucked a finger under his chin, and gently coaxed him to look at her as she gave him one of her infamous smiles that would always brighten his day, “You can be a silly fool sometimes”

Druig raised an eyebrow at her, not understanding what she meant as he then heard someone gliding over in their direction. Both Makkari and Druig looked, seeing it was you with a massive grin on your face. Just the way you were smiled was enough to make Druig almost lose his breath. You stood right in front of him, Makkari scooting away slightly as you finally spoke.

“Druig, Ajak wants us to go on patrol tonight, together,” You explained, Druig’s eye going a bit wide as Makkari was grinning wide like she a prize.

“Did she?” Druig asked, keeping his voice composed as you nodded your head.

“Well..it was my suggestion anyways,” You admitted, fiddling with your fingers in front of you as Druig felt his heartbeat go a bit faster now and a flushness was now on his cheeks. You wanted to go with him? Was he hearing you right? Not that you two haven’t been on patrol alone before. In fact…you haven’t. You were always going in groups of three or more. This would be the first time….alone…

“Oh,” Druig could only say as Makkari was mentally wished she could kick him in the leg.

“The city itself is well secured, and we haven’t seen a Deviant in a week now, so only two of us seem to make more sense. Plus, we haven't got to be together for some time and I wanted to catch up with you,” You explained, thinking that you had to explain to him why you wanted him to come along with you. Maybe you thought he was going to decline the offer, but seeing the small smile morph into a bigger one on his face was enough to make you realize you made the right choice.

“I would love to join you,” he replied, the smile you had was enough to make him feel hot all over as you nodded your head at him.

“Great! I’ll….I’ll meet you outside then. I’ll grab some snacks for us too, see you out there!” You explained, turning on your heel and heading over to the makeshift kitchen area where Gilgamesh was starting to make dinner for the family. Druig watched you walking away, already replaying you asking him to come with you over and over in his mind. Hearing the tone in your voice, seeing the twinkle in your eyes, and he felt like he was dreaming the whole time. But it all happened, and he could feel every insecurity he had towards himself melt away and evaporate in thin air.

Once again, Makkari scooted his side to get his attention. Druig looked, seeing Makkari give him a wink as he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He replied, though Makkari snorted.

The End.

January Prompt Session

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dem-obscure-imagines · 5 months

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Merry Little Christmas

Druig x Reader

Fandom: MCU

Prompt: @the-sunflower-room “can’t stop thinking about druig and have yourself a merry little christmas- so cozy 😭🙏🏻”

Note: This was actually requested last year, I believe, but I’ve always wanted to write it. I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it, but I hope you like it! Happy Holidays, everyone <3

Warnings: None! Just cozy Christmas celebrations <3

Word Count: 1.6k words

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

Druig was never one for holidays. He wasn’t a scrooge, per se, but, as an Eternal, the seasons came and went so quickly. Years were mere blinks to a being who was thousands of years old. However, the look on your face as you put the ornaments on the tree made something stir around his heart, he had to admit.

He was sipping cocoa from a mug with a snowman on it, one from your vast collection. Kingo was in the kitchen, mixing up beverages, which was why he sensed a bit of liquor in the chocolatey beverage. It was still good, obviously, but he definitely blamed that for the rosy hue his cheeks had taken on.

Definitely not the cute little reindeer antlers you were wearing. Definitely not the way your laughter sounded from across the room.

All of the Eternals were there. A rare feat, but with the danger defeated, for now at least, it was cause for celebration, a time to be with family. It was your house you were all celebrating in, a large place tucked away in Northern Michigan, which, at this time of year, was absolutely covered in a thick layer of snow, more and more fluffy flakes coming down as the moments passed.

You spent your time as a writer. One of the most prolific of your time, the reviews said. But then again, you did have a thousand year head start on the rest of them.

Druig would never admit to it, but he had read them. All of them, every single one. He’d borrow them from libraries, read excerpts in bookstores, but Makkari had a collection of them, too. She was your most loyal beta reader. Therefore, when one went missing, she always had a pretty decent suspicion of who the culprit was.

And he wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure most of your love interests shared a certain resemblance with…well, him. He didn’t like the way it stirred around in his chest, the way it made him feel so warm and…hopeful. But then again, he’d never asked you what you felt.

“(Y/N), where are your Christmas records?” Phastos asked, standing over with his husband, Ben, as they dug through a crate of records.

“Oh! I forgot to bring them down, I think. I’ll go grab them. I needed to get the topper anyway.” You stepped down from your stepladder and handed the ornament in your hand to Sprite, who was sitting on the floor under the tree, shaking gifts. Typical.

Druig watched as you left, eyes glued to you. Which was why he didn’t notice when Sersi had joined him, standing right beside him.

He gasped, mug rattled, but not to the point that he spilled any on his sweater. He cursed and looked over at her. “What?”

“You look rather festive, Druig. I thought you didn’t care for holidays.”

“I thought so too…” He muttered into his mug, taking a long sip.

“Right. Well, I think I saw some mistletoe in that box of decorations. I can put it up if you’d like?” She asked, that glimmer in her eyes that she got when she wanted to meddle.

Druig thought on it, as he heard your footsteps coming back down the stairs. He met her eyes and that was all that was needed. She nodded and set across the room, plucking it out of the box, along with a length of fishing line.

“I found it! The Muppets and John Denver!” You said excitedly, presenting another crate of records, this one all Christmas. “And some other stuff.”

“May I?” Phastos asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You handed them over and walked back over to the tub of ornaments, searching for a very special one. It was a large mug of cocoa with eleven marshmallows in it, each one etched with the name of an Eternal. You smiled softly and tucked it into the branches of your artificial tree, curling the fake pine to support its weight.

“Where did you find one with so many slots?” Druig found himself asking as he crossed the room to stand behind you.

“Had it custom made.” You replied, turning to face him.

“It’s beautiful, (Y/N).” Ajak complimented warmly from her seat by the fire.

“Thanks. Thought we needed something like that.”

“What are these?” Sprite asked, digging through the other box and pulling out a stocking with Thena’s name embroidered on it.

“Stockings.”

“You had those made, too?” Ajak asked, getting up to see for herself.

“Well, I did them. The embroidery, at least.” You admitted with a shrug, motioning to the hooks under the mantle. “We can put them up, if you want.”

Makkari nodded and grabbed the stockings, putting them all in one clean row in a blur of red and green. She stood next to Druig, elbowing him and tilting her head towards his stocking, which she’d put on the end.

Right next to yours.

He nearly choked on his cocoa. So did everyone know, then? Sersi, Makkari, who else? Kingo, no doubt.

“You alright there, Druig? Looking flushed.” Ikaris jabbed, that wicked gleam in his eyes.

Alright, then, yeah, it was everyone. Everyone but you, it seemed.

It was as if a stormcloud manifested above his head. He shook his head and stalked off towards the kitchen. He didn’t know much, but he did know a cookie would make him feel better. Snacks always seemed to. And there was no shortage of them, especially now, when you and Gilgamesh had baked nearly twelve dozen batches of them. Gingerbread, snickerdoodle, sugar cookies shaped like trees, chocolate chip, oatmeal no-bakes.

He reached for a sprinkle-covered tree and bit off the tip of it, the frosting sweet. The oven started beeping and you rushed in, arming yourself with an oven mitt before reaching in for what he assumed must be one of the last trays. Oatmeal raisin, it looked like.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, staring as you straightened up and brushed the hair out of your face.

“Oh! Thank you, Druig. I’m all set, though. Are they good?”

“Are what—” He looked down at the half-eaten tree in his hand. “Oh, yeah. They’re great.”

“Awesome.” You grinned. “New frosting recipe.”

“Well it’s perfect, whatever it is.” He leaned against the counter, that boyish smirk on his face. He wasn’t sure what came over him, then, but he had to get it out. “It’s great, by the way. That new book of yours.”

“You read it?”

“I read all of your books.” He confessed. “I think this one’s your best.”

Your heart raced as you met his eyes. Surely he knew, right? He had to. That you’d been writing about him for centuries. When he’d left all those years ago, hundreds of years ago, he’d taken a piece of your heart with him, a piece you’d only found in fiction, it seemed.

“Thank you. It…it means a lot to hear you say that.”

“Can’t wait for your next one.” He winked, plucking up a second cookie and leaving the kitchen before his tongue got him in any more trouble than it already had.

***

Later in the night, when almost everyone had gone to sleep, you were up, wrapping presents in front of the fireplace, folding the paper neatly, complete with name tags and perfect little bows.

You’d switched records. It was an older one, the Rat Pack.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas…Let your heart be light…

The words were smooth, glided right out of the speaker. Snow was still coming down in droves. It was good you had nowhere to go, otherwise you’d be snowed in. Well, if your family didn’t have every superpower known to man, you would be anyway. You were glad they were there.

You were glad they were home.

“Can’t sleep?” Druig’s voice startled you from your reverie and you turned around, grateful his present was already wrapped and under the tree.

“Not until I get these wrapped.” You told him.

“Christ, you really do go all out, don’t you?” He chuckled, crossing the room and sitting on the floor beside you, yet another cookie in his hand.

“I think I’d lose my mind if I didn’t. Keeps me…in synch. The routine of a year, you know?”

“Mmm.” He hummed, nodding, face alight in the warm oranges of the flames. “I didn’t see it that way until…recently.”

“Until right now?”

“Yeah, something like that.” He chuckled, watching as you carefully wrapped the last one, taping every edge perfectly and putting a tag on top, printing Sprite’s name with a pen. “What’d you get her?”

“You’ll have to find out tomorrow morning.” You told him, shifting to slide it under the tree with the others. “What did you get her?”

“It’s a surprise.” He grinned as you settled in next to him.

“Is it a surprise to you, too?”

He gasped, offended. “I got presents for everyone!”

“I believe you.”

“Sure you do.” He shook his head, laughing softly. “Say, ehm, (Y/N), I’ve been wondering…”

“Mistletoe!” You gasped, staring straight up at the ceiling where, sure enough, a string of mistletoe hung, glittering in the low light. “Who put that up?”

“Well I’ll be…” He breathed, staring up at it, too, heart racing faster than it had in any battle. “What…do you suppose we do about that?”

“I have a few ideas.” You slowly brought your gaze down, meeting his eyes.

He may have been the telepath, but you could tell the only thing on his mind was you as he leaned in, thick eyelashes fluttering shut as his lips met yours, pink and plush and warm. You kissed back, not leaving a single doubt in his mind that you wanted this, wanted him. Your hand rose to his flushed cheek, holding him close as his arm wound around your waist.

The grandfather clock struck midnight, and he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours, noses flush, eyes on you, glimmering with a million words unspoken. He did have a few, though. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

“Merry Christmas, Druig.”

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