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xxanaduwrites · 20 days

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much ado about nothing, major

i. bubbles & battle scars

gif creds @sakuragifs !

pairing: john “bucky” egan x (ofc) maude “blue” bluell

warnings: this story will contain mature themes, descriptions of injury, blood, sexual content, swearing, as well as, physical and mental illness. proceed with caution.

— i: mentions of injury, death, & puking. (pretty much just maude, bubbles, & croz being a dynamic trio, total bestie vibes — & then there’s john. he’s just there haha)

word count: 3.4k

there must be something or nothing at all

July 24, 1943 was the date — a date marked in the history books as the start of the Hamburg attacks, and in the journal of Nurse Maude Bluell, an inclusion of her very first introduction to one Major John Egan.

It was just past 0900 hours when the doors swung open to the infirmary rather unexpectedly. Bluell was organizing a new shipment of supplies, placing gauze, bandages, and wraps alike in their respective places, Lottie wa re-evaluating the health passes for the men who were flying today — confirming that they has passed inspection so to speak, and Q — well Q was reading newspaper cutouts of her favorite gossip columns, courtesy of her girlfriends back home. A red cherry sucker laid limply in her mouth as she took in the recent excepades of the Hollywood starlets she fawned over.

For Q, it was better for her to dive her nose into the latest gossip than worry about a certain Lieutenant she had tethered a liking too. A certain Lieutenant Curtis Biddick — "Curt" for short — who was scheduled to fly today. Q would deny the prospect of liking the New Yorker with the heavy accent, but it wasn't deniable to Lottie and Maude who had seen the Lieutenant saunter in every morning just to talk to her at the nurse's station. He used the need for a sucker to subside his "apparent" drops in blood sugar as his excuse of choice.

Lottie reprimanded her every time, claiming that they were only for the patients, not for the healthy airmen — hiding the sugary sweet lollipops from her colleague.

But, Lottie's attempts proved to be fruitless as Q would find them at every turn in every single hiding spot, opening a sucker of her own just to push Lottie's buttons.

And, she was doing that just now — not just to bother the blonde, but to also hold some sort of reminder of Biddick, that he was here with her as much as she was there with him — the cherry red sucker that mirrored the very same shade of her hair — tucked safely in the pocket of his flight uniform for a victory treat.

Alas — in other words — there wasn't much to do until their men came flooding back in waves.

Until there was.

The sound of a door swinging open broke the dead silence that pervaded the medical unit. The three women immediately dropped everything they were doing once they saw the sight of Colonel Harding sauntering in with Lieutenant Payne following suit — under the haven of a thick blanket, accompanied by the the arm of one of his fellow airmen.

Or well — Maude and Lottie did.

Susan was trying to consume the last line of the article in front of her as fast as she could. She didn't want to be left wondering what Bettie Davis was doing nowadays in the middle of assessing what was to come.

Lottie, being under the wing of Doctor Stover longer than the two nurses beside her, did not hesitate to meet Harding half way. "Good morning, Colonel'' she greeted, pressing her clip board of names close to her chest as a means of suppressing the shock of it all. It was rather unusual to see any of the airmen, let alone the Colonel until the conclusion of a mission, especially when every health pass had been confirmed and processed.

"Morning. Ladies," Harding replied to the three nurses present respectfully as he always did, curt, and to the point. "Lieutenant Payne is coming down with something and will no longer be navigating today's mission," he explained. "You ladies mind checking up on him?"

"Oh not at all, sir!" Lottie chirped, setting her clipboard down and immediately swinging into action. She nodded over at her colleagues, urging them to take the clearly pale and ill Lieutenant from the hold of the corporal present.

It didn't take long for Bluell and Q to get the Lieutenant situated and comfortable in a bed with brand new sheets — pressed and floral scented. Maude felt lucky and rather grateful that they had completed that task in time for such a situation to occur. Q was still quite busy with her cherry sucker while simultaneously taking the man's blood pressure, so Bluell decided to do the evaluating — not that she minded anyways. It was refreshing to see a man in front of her who wasn't bleeding out and barely coherent. She could already tell without really knowing that Payne would be just fine. That she wouldn't be losing another one of their men just yet, and that made the weight in her chest subside with the sweetest relief.

"Lieutenant Payne," Maude enunciated carefully, smiling fondly at the poor man in front of her. It was obvious from the sight in front of her that illness had racked his bones. The color was draining from his skin, a dull gray taking over, a line of sweat was creasing his brow, and his eyes drooped heavily doused with a glossy sheen. "Please, if you could tell me what seems to be going on. How are you feeling?"

"Well, quite shitty," he laughed dryly, yet a smile still managed to grace his features and prove to be rather contagious to Maude's expression in seconds flat. "I was fine. I mean, I thought I was. 'Twas until I was propped up ready to fly, feeling like I could hurl if I even moved a muscle. Major Egan shut that down real quick though. Got me a sub with Croz."

And there it was, a title attached to the name of a man Maude Bluell would have scorched into the back of her mind soon enough. Yet, now – now in that very moment, her unfamiliarity with that very same man would simply fly over her head. Instead, she would find a tying point to her patient in the traces of his explanation, one that made her eyes light up in genuine interest. "Lieutenant Crosby?" She asked while dropping the back of her hand to Payne's forehead, inspecting the extent of his temperature."

"Yuh-huh," he nodded

At the same time as Q announced "one-nineteen over seventy," but it really sounded like, "nun-eye-dee ova even-yee," with that sucker still tucked dedicatedly in her mouth.

Maude's hand dropped from Payne's forehead then, seeming pleased to know that he wasn't burning up as bad as she expected – definitely warm but more mildly speaking – and his blood pressure was relatively normal. The wheels were already turning in her head, coming to the conclusion that he merely had some sort of bug. But, she couldn't really come to one until Doctor Stover came to access the man himself.

"Lemme guess," Payne began, getting Maude's attention after she instructed Q to get the Lieutenant a glass of water. If she got his prognosis right, he would need to remain hydrated to subside the urge to vomit. "He's here quite often ain't –" Payne's words seemed to lodge in his throat then, his features twisting just the same.

The clear indication of his illness brought Nurse Bluell to flight mode and she picked up the bucket adjacent to his bed in mere seconds. "Let it out, Lieutenant," she urged as she situated it on his lap just in time for him to spill out the contents into the bin instead of his bed. He did just that, and Bluell did not hesitate to keep the bucket steady and rub his back in a soothing motion, hoping to ease the strain in his back from achy muscles.

Once he was done, he slumped back against the headboard – his eyes appearing glossier than they had before. He was spent, but that did not stop him from mumbling out his appreciation. "Thank you Nurse – Nurse?" He trailed off, a crease forming on his sweaty forehead with a curious sort of confusion.

"Bluell. Nurse Bluell," she introduced herself, moving the bucket off the bed, tying up the old one, and replacing it with a brand new one. "But you can just call me Maude."

"Maude. The powerful battler," a droopy smile spanned across his face, recalling the meaning behind the name of the nurse in front of him.

"Yes, but –" her cheeks dusted pink, and she looked away from him as she got rid of the previous trash close by. "Not me. All you – All you boys."

"Doubt that." Q brought over the water then and he thanked her kindly before taking a gentle sip. "Call me Bubbles."

"Pardon, Lieutenant?" Bluell stood straight then, completely taken aback by his sudden admission. She took a deep breath and sucked back the urge to laugh.

It wasn't uncommon by any means for nicknames to be a staple pass of courtesy and comradely around base. It served as an attempt to distinguish the tension of a deeply set reality and also comouflague identity to foreign forces. Like Charolette and Susan who replied to Lottie and Susie Q or just plain old Q. It was common knowledge. And she had found herself giving into such knowledge as she adjusted to the shortened form of her surname — replying to Blue more often than not. But, Bubbles. Bubbles? She hadn't heard something quite like that before.

"Bubbles. That's what they call me. Ain't heroic by any means. You can ask Croz the next time he's here, 'M sure he'll tell yuh," he elaborated.

A chuckle escaped her then, a genuine smile enveloping in her cheeks in a way that almost felt foreign. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled – really smiled since she'd arrived on base. "Quite heroic to me,." She flattened her hands across the edges of the mattress, making sure he was tucked into the sheets comfortably and then she fluffed up the back of his pillow for me good measure. "Should rest up now, Lieutenant. I'll be here if you need anything. Please don't hesitate to call us over," She affirmed, and in a sudden newfound sense of confidence or maybe it was simply just the comradery, she found herself adding, "that's an order, Bubbles."

Bubbles – still poorly, shivering, and pale as a ghost – managed a light laugh from his strained throat as Maude left the man be. "You got it, Maude"

Maude's spirits appeared to be more pleasant than usual as she busied herself in the next coming hours. Her conversation with Lieutenant Payne – or Bubbles if you will – subsided the nerves that usually rattled her in deep anticipation of what was to come. However, knowing that Lieutenant Crosby was navigating today still kept her worried.

Would his stomach be okay?

Would the natural herbs she recommended to brew in his tea ease him?

Those thoughts did not fail to plague her mind throughout the day, but she was grateful to have some distraction in the task of caring for Bubbles. She made sure to keep an eye on him as much as she could, so much so, that it started to concern Nurse Charlotte Reign and Susan Quinn who felt as if previous patterns from the young nurse were resurfacing. Patterns that were brought into light the very same day an airmen died in her arms for the very first time.

Yet, Maude felt fine – well, as fine as one could be in the circumstances placed upon her. She felt like she could breathe again the moment the boys returned from the Trondheim mission in the later afternoon. It had proved to be successful – and even more so in the hands of one Lieutenant Crosby who was currently at Bubble's bedside. With a chair situated over, he not only came to check on his best friend, but also report on the mission.

Maude was finishing up wrapping a flier's burn wounds adjacent to Lieutenant Payne when she unintentionally overheard the conversation at hand. "I mean the flak, it came in so hot. I didn't even think about it when I put it on. It – It must of froze, but then these chunks, they start rolling down my forehead, I think 'holy mackerel crosby, holy mackerel, you've been hit!"

"Of course you would narrate your own death." Bubbles laughed lightly at his friend's retelling.

She secured the wrap tightly and comfortably and practically repeated the earlier lines she had said to Bubbles. She was starting to become more and more accustomed to her script, finding it more and more natural as she annunciated each word within passing days.

"Well, I mean I could make overthinking into an Olympic sport." Lieutenant Crosby joked just as Maude appeared at Bubbles bedside. She smiled at the two men, acknowledging them as she refilled Payne's water cup without interrupting their conversation.

"I've been puking so much today, I'm starting to catch up to you. Ask Maude." He nodded to the nurse next to them.

"Evening Maude." Crosby greeted the nurse. "Hope Bubbles here ain't giving you too much flak.”

"No more than you have." She just about pulled the man's chain with that one, making Bubbles erupt in laughter.

"Hey, 'snot my fault, Nurse." Crosby held a hand to his chest as if she had wounded him with his words, but the knowing smirk on his face proved otherwise.

"Did you try the tea?" She asked Croz, handing the cup of water over to Bubbles. His color was starting to come back. He looked better than this morning but he still needed to stay hydrated if he was gonna get back in the skies anytime soon.

"Nah. Next time when I actually know I'm flying I will," he sent a look over to Bubbles, only pushing his friend's buttons for fun. "Thanks Bubbles."

"Anytime." He said laughing against the rim of his cup. He took one last sip before Maude placed it back on the side table for him.

It seemed like Croz wasn't gonna let that one slide so easily. "You know I washed my hair twice, I still can't get the smell out." He leaned over his friend, practically shoving his hair in the fellow Lieutenant's face."You wanna smell? Yeah, jump in."

"No. No!" Bubbles tensed up then.

"Yeah, Come on." Croz pushed on.

Maude couldn't help but laugh at the playful side of these men. Men who still managed to let their inner kid shine through all the horror and terror they had ensued in the skies.

"Get – get away. I will puke on you! Yuh gonna have to wash it out." Bubbles threatened, trying to push Croz away.

And then like a burst of unexpected flax, everything shifted.

For not only Croz who immediately stiffened back in his seat – putting on a serious and professional front, but for Maude who – for lack of her own sense of understanding – found herself freezing just the same, but for a whole other reason.

"There he is," a deep, firm, yet some-what carefree voice broke the ice within her. And there he was, one Major Egan looking and sounding like one of those Hollywood starlets in Q's paper clipping — just stepping out of a film in the cinema. And if he hadn't had a small cut just under his right eye, he could have passed as a man who hadn't just returned from an intense mission across the skies. Clean cut, pressed in his uniform, curls styled and gelled back to perfection, with his flight jacket wrapped around his arms. Arms that held a strong hand planted against the edge of the foot of Bubbles bed. "How you doing Bubbles?" He asked.

Maude hadn't realized she was staring at the six foot two bulk of a man in front of her until Bubbles spoke up. "Never better, sir."

"That's good." And then his eyes landed on her, so intense, she suddenly wondered if he had become even taller than he was a minute ago. Feeling caught, she looked away and busied herself with the water cup on Bubbles nightstand to give herself something to do. Would the Major report back to Doctor Stover that she was incompetent and unfit to take care of his men? Lucky for Maude, his gaze broke away from hers the moment she turned around. "And I was looking for you," He said to Croz.

The chair beneath Croz creaked in protest as he stood up to be at the Major's level. "I'm sorry, Major."

"What for?" Major Egan inquired loosely.

"I – I didn't give PRs the whole flight back, I messed up the rendezvous – "

"I know. I know. The radio silence really threw off those Jerries. It's that and hitting the deck." Egan affirmed. With the conversation becoming more detailed, Maude felt out of place and rather rude for overhearing. Yet, the next words that came out of the Major's mouth not only took Croz and Bubbles by surprise, but Maude too. Any previous contemplations seemed to dissipate the moment Egan said, “Now, Harding, he couldn't be more impressed by you so, I'm transferring you to Blakely's crew full time," and then, " Bubbles, you get better, we'll find you a new fort. And Croz, we gotta give you an actual nickname."

"They call him Bing back home." Bubbles added into the conversation just as Maude urged him to take another sip. "More?" He asked, and she simply nodded as she turned back into her previous position– her view of all three men near her resurfacing.

"Bing Crosby? That's just lazy, unless you can sing." Major Egan put in his two cents, and his eyes gleamed when he asked, "Can you sing?"

"I–I ca –" Croz tethered.

"Like a donkey." Bubbles confirmed with zero ounces of hesitation, truly on a roll at deflating Croz's ego today without letting an ounce of illness ruin the fun.

"No, no – not a note, sir."

"Ah, I'm no good either, but I'm loud and hell if you can commit with enough enthusiasm, it really don't matter." And this was when Maude would come to learn of the singing shenanigans that came with one Major Egan. If only she knew then that those shenanigans would very well start up something alright.

The shorter Lieutenant and the taller Major clapped hands then in parting – a shake of sealed establishments and confirmations, proving that they were on the same page. "I'll see you at the Club Croz. I'm buying," the one with height told him, referring to the same exact club Lottie and Q would be dragging Bluell against her will in just a few short hours. "Goodnight Bubbles."

"Sir."He croaked between sips and finally handed the cup back to Maude for good.

"Goodnight, sir." Croz bid farewell. When the Major was out of earshot could Maude breathe, and Croz seemed to be too because he was back to bantering as he commented, "He thinks my nickname is lazy."

Another patient called her over then, stealing her away from the two men she had found herself laughing along with, yet a part of her felt grateful for the sudden diversion – especially now, after the Major's interruption. She couldn't explain it – couldn't even compartmentalize it exactly, but something had shifted inside her the moment he had stepped foot into the infirmary. An instinctive feeling of sorts — awfully hard to pinpoint. It hurt her head too much trying to think about it, so much so, she momentarily wondered if she was coming down with the same exact virus as Bubbles.

She wasn't.

But, she knew it was something, but what was it?

That — she didn't know.

Yet, something deep inside her – against her better judgment – told her that she needed to know. So as Croz passed by and bid her a farewell of his own, she knew what she had to do. And when the girls pitched going out to the Club again tonight, practically begging her in their shared quarters — Lottie using Q's obvious need for a distraction with Curt's lack of a return — did she give into their demise.

Was there really much ado about one night on the town?

Lottie and Q wouldn't think so, and Major Egan – well he wouldn't think so either.

the way in which she is already whipped without "knowing" is so real.

+ Q — curt and susie got me giggling & kicking my feeties !!!

also, for important context purposes, the gifs in the beginning is how i imagine bucky diverting his gaze from eyeing miss. maude ;) sir, we all know you were LOOKING — respectfully!

p.s.: i love bubbles & croz so bad, ugh my HEART <3

ANYWAYS.....

more to come sooner than you think. lemme know what ya think so far? feedback is much appreciated as this is BRAND NEW. this is also my very FIRST historical-esce fic so my apologies if there is any inaccuracies, but it do be my own fiction twist anyways haha.

love ya'll a mil, smoochies!

— xanadu

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Fashion Mistakes

Pairings: Ikaris x Persephone!Eternal!Reader (Sephia) and Druig x Hecate!Eternal!Reader (Kaetlyn) Words: ~2.5 k Summary: Sephia needs a wardrobe upgrade, and Sersi is as much as a menace as Kaet sometimes Warning: Probably very inaccurate descriptions of historical fashion trends, Sersi is a 10/10 shipper, Kaety is dramatic AF, Druig is an unbothered king Notes: This drabble was inspired by a scene in 27 dresses, if you know you know. Please reblog and like and comment! Shoutout to @ethereal-athalia & @valeskafics for being the most supportive people on this platform!

You loved your sisters. But there were times where the two of them could be a bit…much, especially when they worked together. This was evident by how the two Eternals razed through her closet to sort out her clothes to decide which were to be kept, and which would be discarded. Every piece of furniture or tile on the floor was covered in an array of textiles and patterns as if a hurricane ran through a fabric store.

“Is this really necessary?” you groaned out.

“Yes,” came the two voices in unison.

“Don’t I at least get a say in what I get to keep?”

“No.”

“Can you the two of you at least look at me before you throw everything away?”

“Can’t.” “In the zone.”

“Druig?” you looked over to her brother-in-law for help, hoping that he could maybe talk his wife down. “Do you think you could maybe help me out here?”

The mind-controller Eternal was watching the same scene as his distressed sister, only with a much more amused gaze. He looked extremely out of place in the sea of colors in his ensemble of handmade cotton shirt layers with dark blue linen pants. The only accessories he donned were the ebony wood beaded bracelet Kaety commissioned for him over 500 years ago, along with the golden ring he wore on a chain from their private wedding.

“Unfortunately, Sephia,” he began, “I’m afraid that you’re unable to convince my angel, I won’t be much more help. But you are more than welcome to keep trying. Perhaps in your success, you may convince her to spare me a glance. As much as I adore time spent with our daughters, I feel a bit defenseless on my own.”

It was only when Kaety heard her husband’s little quip that she broke her concentration. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure, but only for a short moment before she crossed the room to embrace the man she’s loved for her entire lifetime. The pure love and adoration that shone in the pair’s eyes made it feel like you were the one intruding on a private moment than the other three in your own room. It baffled you sometimes to witness the pair’s love. It often left you wondering if you would ever be able to have a love and bond as strong as theirs in your future. But after living for over seven millennium, you knew that the odds were not in your favor.

“Feeling lonely, my love?” she asked so sweetly. “How cruel of me to neglect you in favor of someone else.” You rolled her eyes at her best friend’s facetious pity, Kaety loved teasing her husband almost as much as Druig loved teasing her. There truly weren’t two souls more meant for one another than the other.

Sometimes the site of their tender smiles and private laughs made your heart feel a bit heavy, since it hasn’t been long since you realized your own longings for love, especially towards a certain man with silver streaks and blue eyes.

“Sephia is right though,” commented Sersi, “we’re going to need more people to help out if we’re going to sort through this mess out. Are you sure Phastos can’t come?”

“It’s not so much he can’t, but more that he won’t.” Kaety explained whilst still locked in Druig’s embrace as he laid small kisses across her face. “He’s still insisting that the last time he was here, some of the ghosts latched on to him and took residence in his house when he got back.”

“And that claim would be completely out the question, why?” you quizzically asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Because they weren’t ghosts.” Kaetlyn stated in a matter-of-factly tone. “They were hobgoblins. And it’s not like they caused any trouble anyway! Ben and Jack didn’t even notice anything.”

“I still can’t believe that you managed to convince Phastos to let you babysit Jack. How do you explain it to Jack when he sees you do magic, or whenever the twins see something that he can’t?” Sersi asked as she continued to sort through the closet to see what else needed to be discarded.

“Oh come on! You make it sound like I’m incapable of not using magic for everything! I am more than able to not use it for a couple of hours, and the twins are still at an age when they point at something, we can just say it’s their imagination at work. Isn’t that right, my beloved?”

“Of course, my angel,” replied Druig, “but in the defense of our friend, our girls picked up on your tendency to pick up scary strays. Especially the kind who happen to have sharp teeth and a taste for humans.” His aquamarine eyes gleamed in mirth at his wife’s pout.

“How can you say that?!” Kaetlyn exclaimed indignantly as she lightly shoved his shoulder. “You make them sound as if they are no different from deviants, when they are far more adorable and lovable!”

“Only those with your blood will find such creatures ‘lovable,’” remarked your husband who would soothe your piecing gaze with a graze of his lips on your cheek, “my beautiful, beautiful Kaetlyn, Mother of Witches and Monsters indeed.” His last words whispered out so softly as he leaned in to kiss his beautiful wife, a kiss she eagerly reciprocated.

“Alright you two, let’s focus on the task at hand,” Sersi interjected the lovers’ quarrel, “so Phastos is out of the question in terms of helping?”

“Probably for the best anyway,” you confirmed, “Kaety still insists that his style is too much of a homebody.”

“Anyone who owns that many cardigans and sweater vests is already mentally prepared to be placed in a home.”

“But thankfully for us,” Sersi added on with a little gleam in her eyes, “I had enough foresight to predict our issue and already invited someone here to help us.”

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Kingo,” pleaded Druig, “I don’t think I can handle another one of those ‘tea parties’ he and Laoise and Aisling insist on putting on every time he visits.”

“No, it’s not Kingo,” placated Sersi, “but he should be here at any moment.”

She had that look in her eye that matched Kaetlyn whenever she came up with another one of her “ingenious” ideas.

“Um, he?” asked Kaety. “Whomst is this ‘he’?”

And like a stroke of magic, a knock broke them out of their conversation. And four pairs of eyes locked at the sight of a single man with a silver streak in his hair and devastatingly beautiful blue eyes that stood with so much self-importance you could choke on it five miles out.

“Judging by the look in your eyes,” he stated to break the shocked silence, “I can assume that I wasn’t expected to be here?” Whatever he was about to say next died in his throat at the sight of Sephia. The overloading smugness in his eyes softened to awestruck adoration when he took in the love of his life.

Here you stood, healthy and beaming, so different from the pale and tired figure that he had to come to terms with for the past 400 years. Here was Sephia, his Sephia, lively and standing and in good health. You weren't wearing the drab and shapeless dark blue and light gray garments that hid her sinful figure from the crowd. You instead wore a pair of dark blue wash flared jeans, along with a square neckline white floral patterned peasant blouse, paired with antique statement rings and delicate necklace. It was as if you was brought straight from an issue of Vogue in the seventies.

“Ikaris,” you whispered.

“Stars,” he thought, “even her voice no longer sounds as strained.”

Thanos ruined plenty of lives, made a mockery of the Avengers, and wasted 7000 years of hard labor in postponing Tiamut’s emergence with just a single snap of his fingers. But in Ikaris’ mind, all of that was justified if it meant he got to see his flower blooming in all of her rarity, as opposed to withering away in a dark and damp jungle. Half of the universe was gone now, but Sephia was healthy and alive and strong – and that meant even more to Ikaris than failing his mission to Arishem.

On the other side of the room, you stood in silence as she took in the sudden appearance of your friend. Partially in mortification that he was seeing the state of her room in the mess it was in. But a larger part in joy in seeing your friend who long became the man you gave her heart to since the first time he decided to wait outside the commune’s borders because you wanted to show him your garden. But all in shock that he decided to willingly come so close to Druig and Kaet in their home where their children reside far from the rest of humanity.

“Ikaris!” Sersi exclaimed with a tone that convinced no one that she didn’t plan this happening. “Thank Arishem you’re here! Luckily, we’ve already decided to keep everything up to the late 19th century, but from here on out we need to sort through the past 10 decades to make room for a more modern ensemble. In fact, you really do have great timing because I need to go somewhere right now, and so do Kaety and Druig. SO, we will just leave you two alone!”

Silence still rang through the air as one pair could only stare in longing for the other, while another pair stood next to one another in disbelief as one other person was basically shoving out the door. But silence was not for long as Kaety took matters in her own hands as she turned to her beaming friend in trademark green once all three were all out of earshot.

“Sersi, what Lovecraftian fuckery are you pulling right now?”

You stood in one of your favorite Thea Porter’s dresses, trying very hard to calm the rapid beating of her heart, all to prepare herself to once more face the man on the other side of the changing screen. You never expected to see him in your room, still as ruggedly handsome as he would always remain. You never expected to have these feelings for Ikaris- for anyone really- but they grew to the point where by the time you recognized it, you was already in the middle. Feeling your face heat and fluster, you put your hair in a simple and loose braid in attempt to cool herself. Stepping into view, you tried your best to seem calm and collected, but everything inside you felt anything but that.

“This is one of my favorite dresses,” you stated, “what do you think?”

“I think you need to take off that dress and wrap those legs around me so I can take you on every surface of this house in a tree,” was the first thing that came to Ikaris’ mind. But he couldn’t say exactly that, and so all he stated was the second thought in his mind. “You’re beautiful Sephia, you’ve always been beautiful in everything you wear.”

The sincerity swimming in his eyes made you wish you could drown in them. Blushing mad with a shy smile, you did her best to not seem like you wasn’t bursting at the seams from joy at his words. “Ikaris, the only way I’ll be able to get rid of anything is if you be honest.”

“Sephia,” Ikaris replied, “there is truly no one on this planet who could ever compare to you, in radiance and in beauty. I honestly can’t think of anything that wouldn’t look perfect on you.”

“Well, I do have something that I think may change that opinion,” you remarked with a twinkle in your eyes before dashing inside your closet to grab something and once more hiding behind the change screen. “Wait for a little bit, it takes a while to put on!”

After a few minutes of audible struggling, Ikaris was tempted to ask you if you needed any help taking off putting on your outfit, when you announced that you was done and then stepped into view, and Ikaris’ eyes grew wide with horror.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a hobble skirt!” you exclaimed, far too amused by reaction. “It was a very short-lived trend in the US from 1908 to 1914. Its popularity declined during World War I.”

“I can see why,” Ikaris remarked, “are they at all comfortable?”

“Oh, not at all. But they did serve as inspiration for the sheath skirts in the 1950s.”

“Sheath skirts?”

“Pencil skirts, I suppose. But it does look awful, doesn’t it?”

“Ugh, terrible. Is this the worst one you have?”

“Oh no, this doesn’t even come close.” You went back to your vintage treasure trove to search for a particularly dreadful ensemble, and what you pulled out could only be described as an antebellum nightmare. “This is my favorite, by far.”

“Oh my-” Ikaris’ hand covered his mouth in horror, “what the hell is that? And please tell me that you didn’t actually commission this to be made for you.”

“You’ll be happy to find out that I did not ask for this to be made for me. It was a gift from the matriarch a very sweet family I was staying with during my travels in 1850s.”

“Gift? Sephia, that’s not a ‘gift.’ That’s a punishment in the form of flouncing yellows, oversized orange flowers, and what I assume to be 15 layers of petticoats.”

“10 layers, and this is only the dress. Wait till you see the bonnet that comes with it.”

“Oh gods – there’s a bonnet?”

“And a matching parasol.”

Momentary silence echoed between them before a huge grin spread across his face. “That’s it, you need to put that on, right now.”

For the next several hours, the two went through only the very worst contents of Sephia’s closet. From the green taffeta balloon dress from the 80s to the orange ballerina dress that looked it was designed by a ballet-obsessed 8-year-old, they spent the entire day laughing and smiling more than either had in the last five centuries. The sight of it all made Sersi so happy in knowing she had been the cause of this success.

“You know what you’re doing is really creepy, right?” Druig commented, bringing his friend out of her dreams of planning her friends’ future wedding as she continued to spy at the happy almost-couple with Kaety’s magic.

“If watching Ikaris cutely interact with the love of his life through your wife’s magic shadow thingy so that I can get enough pictures for the slideshow I’m making for their future wedding, then fine I’m creepy.”

A soft babble from the babe sitting on her father’s lap prevented Druig from remarking on that “fascinating” idea as he peered down to see his four-month-old daughter point a chubby finger to her mother who was lying face-down on the floor as her sister sat on top of their Mami.

“Sorry little dove, Mummy can’t play right now. She’s in mourning.”

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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Heyyy! First and foremost congratulations on graduating!! I saw your cafe event and wanted to join in on the fun! I don’t mind poly marauders or poly wolf star (I love them)

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okay stuff about me: I’m female, 5ft 6, I LOVE reading like it’s an addiction haha I’m autistic and my personality is very introvert (hate social gatherings, talking to people I’m not comfortable with) which leads me to say I have severe anxiety. Like to read the occasional comic (marvel) love learning about Witch craft and the regency era (love watching tv shows/movies and books about these subjects) love broadway musicals and I’m apart of a musical theatre company as I want to be an actress/broadway star. Only have a small circle of friends but I prefer it that way and I have been told I’m very mature for my age and that I’m easy to talk too.

Can’t think of anything else lol but congratulations once again on graduating! ❤️

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i ship you with...

poly!drukkari !!!

you didnt specify a fandom but i saw that you liked poly and marvel and after reading you're description i am certain that you would suit both druig and makkari !!

i feel like they both have an incredibly calming energy

if you're ever feeling incredibly anxious druig can actually help with his powers to try and calm you down.

both druig and makkari are both happy to stay home from social gatherings with you.

and will both 100% go to see you at a show. front row so makkari can have less disturbing vibrations so she can focus on you !

ah! also, because they were literally around during the regency era they can answer any questions you have about it and point out inaccuracies and then go on little rants about the time with you <3

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druigs-wife · 2 years

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ZUNNI || MARVEL FANFICTION

PART TWO || SOLDIER 🏛

summary: at the airport in baghdad, zunni meets a young traveller, who's reminding her of one old member of her family in the ancient greece.

warnings: flashbacks, angst, fluff, blood, violence, swearing, mentions of death, eternals spoilers!

word count: 7540

A/N: i know it's been a few months since i posted the first chapter, but I finally wrote it :D the book by madeline miller "the song of achilles" inspired me to do this. enjoy!

PART I MASTERLIST ZUNNI MASTERLIST

DOMO | PRESENT DAY

Two weeks have passed since Zunni awakened. Most of the time she tried to get used to the new circumstances. Ajak helped her with the necessary documents so that she could move freely around the countries. In the evenings, she watched the illuminated and bustling cities from a distance. Everything looked completely different now than it was in the sixteenth century. Preparing to leave the Domo, Zun decided to grab the scissors and cut her beautiful, wavy long hair to the same short length she had had from the very beginning. Still, a few highlights were of a different length than the rest of the hair. She muttered nervously to herself.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Ajak walked into the bathroom worriedly, ready to leave the starship. She noticed that Zunni was not coping with one of Phastos' inventions. Her hands were still shaking a little. "Come on, I'll help you with that." she carefully handed her the tool and turned to the mirror to look at her reflection. After a while Ajak finished cutting her hair. She brushed her head a few times with a brush. Now Zunni's hair was only shoulder length.

"I know, but I had to do this, if I want to start over." she reached for a hair elastic by the sink and quickly tied them into a short, low ponytail. Ajak leaned against the wall and waited for her to finish packing.

"What’s your plan then?" she asked her.

"I have to find Kingo. At the moment he’s my only lead." she replied without looking into her eyes, and still packing the most necessary things.

"Do you know where exactly to look for him?" She knew nothing, absolutely nothing. No new clues, no address. Nothing. But despite this, she tried to be optimistic. Maybe he’ll find her? Completely by accident? That could be a miracle.

"Makkari mentioned that he might be in India now, and I think I'll start in Bombay. She already helped me buy a plane ticket. Not far from there, Ikaris and Sersi got married, remember?" it was a wonderful place. Zunni will always remember it with a smile on her face. What an experience...

"We should go with you." she offered, but Zunni immediately turned to her and disagree.

"Ajak, I appreciate your concern, but this is something I have to do on my own." she packed her last item into her backpack and zipped it. She slung it over her right shoulder and headed towards the doors.

"I let them." Zunni suddenly stopped. She looked at her again and couldn't believe what she just heard. The smartest eternal allowed something so reckless?

"What did you do?" Ajak decided not to speak for now. She understood that it would be better if she told her the truth, especially after what happened. But Zunni gave vent to her emotions and expressed her opinion “And you didn’t deign to tell me about it earlier? You knew exactly what was going on when we split up. It only caused the problems, and even Druig and I got hit for it."

"He went on his own. The deviants were gone. What do you think I was supposed to do? I wasn't going to stop him. He made a decision, as did the rest. Makkari took care of you and that's how you woke up here." Ajak sat up on bed and began explaining to her the true version of the events.

"No matter how much I love Makkari, it was his responsibility. And he left me! He left me because of you!" Ajak knew she didn't mean it, she understood that she had to react in some way. But the words made her want to cry. "He promised me that night that when I'll wake up, everything will be fine. He promised me that he’ll never leave me! And now my question is, where the fuck is he?!" single tears started to run down her cheeks. She got up and walked over to the nervous girl.

"Zunni, look at me. It was his choice and unfortunately there's nothing else I can do." she took Zunni's face in her hands and wiped her tears away.

"I swear, when I find him I'll..." she threatened and slowly tried to calm the breathing. Ajak grabbed her shoulders to make her look at her. However, Zunni continued her speech. "I would never, ever leave him." She grabbed the bag once more, which she had tossed in a corner out of frustration, and left the room, leaving Ajak alone. She was worried about her and hoped that soon she'll see her full of happiness, just like in good old days.

The plane to Mumbai was due to leave in three hours. The women had to slowly gather to make it because they still had a long way through the desert. Makkari hugged her friend goodbye and signed to her.

"Visit me sometime. I'm gonna miss you." Zunni nodded slightly and smiled at her as she stepped out of her embrace. "I hope you'll find Druig."

"Thank you for looking after me for so many years. You'll eventually get some break from me." she joked. Makkari's mouth curved upward and she laughed softly.

"It's gonna be fucking boring here without you." she admitted, unhappy with the fact that now she has to watch over the Domo in solitude. "Sometimes you mumbled kind of strange things in your sleep." she rolled her eyes.

Interesting...

"What things?" she asked her a question but didn't have time to answer it, because Ajak had entered the room with the suitcase.

"Have you got everything, Zun? We have to go to the airport in a moment." she announced putting on her blue coat.

"Yes, I'm ready." she replied picking up her bag from the floor "Goodbye Makkari." She waved goodbye to her and turned toward one of the ship's corridors. There was still a sincere smile on the speedster's face. Ajak took one last glance at the cluttered room and then stared at Makkari.

"Stop grinning and clean up this mess!" she spoke to her firmly in her beautiful, yet threatening accent, then joined Zunni and headed to the exit.

"Yes, mum." she signed annoyingly to herself as they were already out of her sight.

BAGHDAD | THE AIRPORT

Several thousand years have passed since Babylon, many things have changed, even too much. People used to be kind to each other, but now they act like animals to each other and treat themselves like shit. After the team left Babylon, Zunni and Druig could only read the local records of what was happening in that country, but she didn't expect that the consequences of imposing a new religion on them could be so devastating.

Zunni and Ajak were already at the airport waiting for their flights. They both sat on the benches and stared at the crowds of people and bodyguards shouting over each other.

“Remember how this nation used to be full of life and hope? Everyone could visit the city, receive help, home and care. Now I can see that it's filled with death at every turn." staring at the people, Zunni shared her insights with Ajak, who was leaning her arm against the seat.

"Now it's a dangerous place, especially for foreigners, so hardly anyone visits this country." the mature woman continued the conversation.

"They would have achieved much more if they-" she broke off in mid-sentence, knowing what she would be hearing next. She didn't miss it.

“We won't change it, Zunni. You know it well." she told her for the thousandth time since they had arrived on Earth.

"Unfortunately." she muttered under her breath and sighed heavily. She stretched on the seat and leaned back against it comfortably and closed her eyes for a while. After a few minutes she heard the loud scream of one of the bodyguards. She opened her eyes quickly and headed toward him. He was bothering a young man who looked like a foreigner. He didn't know their official language, and there must have been some kind of misunderstanding. She looked at the seat next to her, but Ajak had disappeared somewhere. On the one hand, it's good, she won't complain about it, but on the other hand, no one is going to keep an eye on their luggage.

Fuck it...she got up quickly walking towards the men. As she got closer, she understood more and more the context of this conversation. This man called his husband. The security guard must have overheard their discussion. He's already dead. She got an idea and approached them confidently.

"Honey? What's the problem?" Zunni hugged the stranger man, he looked scared by the whole situation, but as she approached him, he felt that he was not alone, that he still have a chance to get out of there. "Do you have the tickets?" she asked him, knowing that he was holding them in his hands all the time.

"Y-yes, I have them." he answered her in a hesitant voice and smiled at her, or at least tried, then they both looked at the confused guard who clearly didn't know what to do next.

"ما هي المشكلة؟"

"What's the problem?"

Zunni asked him politely, to which he only looked at them once more and left without a word. She moved away from him slowly, not arousing suspicion from the rest of the people around. After a moment of silence, the man spoke up.

"I feel embarrassed, I'm so sorry you had to hear all of this. I don't know how to thank you. If you weren't here, I'd probably be dead by now." it's true. At this point, it's scary to even breathe in this place. Up close, the boy seemed to have a very familiar face, as if she'd seen it before. She looked at him for a moment more. "Are you okay?" he asked her softly. He snapped her out of her thoughts, she remembered something.

"Sorry, you just... I thought you...You remind me of my nephew very much." She confessed and smiled kindly at him. She began to walk away from him steadily. "Next time, choose your words more carefully when you're in a public place, especially in a country like this." she turned completely and blended into the crowd, returning to her seat and her luggage.

"Thank you again!" he said louder, so she could hear him one last time.

When Zunni had her things in sight, she could also see that Ajak had returned to her seat. She stood up slowly and grabbed the suitcase.

"Where were you? I was worried about you." she touched her arm gently.

“I could ask you the same exact question. I fell asleep a little and you're already running away from me." she bit off her. At the same time, there were various sounds at the airport. It turned out that the flight to the United States was due to depart within half an hour.

"It's time for me." she became slightly sad. She hugged Zunni goodbye, though she didn't want to part with her again. "You'll fit back in, I ensure you." she whispered in her ear. "And remember, take it easy, you're still too weak." she grabbed her cheek and rubbed it gently with her fingers.

"I'll remember." she promised and then Ajak was lost in the crowd.

There is still some time until the Zunni's flight, so she sat back down. Painful memories of Ancient Greece were flickering through her mind.

ATHENS | 1196 BC

Surprisingly, the years on Earth pass quickly. This time, a group of Eternals was sent to Athens to get rid of all the deviants. Due to the fact, that the team is not scheduled to go on hunting on them until the next day, Zunni decided to help the servants in the garden. It allowed her to relax. She loved the distinctive scent of different flowers at once. Together with other women, she worked on removing weeds from flowerbeds. She spent half a day there, learning their language at the same time. As sunset approached, Druig came to the gardens. He sat down on a bench and watched her working hardly. Zunni glanced at him and smiled under her breath. She didn't approach him straight away and decided to finish the last flowerbed. When it got a little darker, she got up from the ground and dusted off her white tunic. All her clothing was stained with soil and remnants of grass.

"γεια"

"Goodbye"

She bid farewall to the servants who were also finishing their work for today. Zunni headed to Druig, which was still sitting and watching her closely. She sighed and shook her head in disbelief.

“I’ve been waiting here for a few moments." he said with a cheeky smirk painted on his face as he slowly rose from the bench and walked towards her.

"Really? Sorry, I didn't notice you staring at me for like...thirty minutes, maybe?" she said in a sarcastic tone. Once they were close enough, he grabbed her dirty hand. Before he could do anything, she warned him "I'm all soiled, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She chuckled slightly. Druig stubbornly brought her palm to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"I enjoy looking at beautiful creatures" he stated, staring deeply into her brown eyes. It has to be said, he know how to charm a woman. Flirting with Zunni was his speciality.

“Come on, we need to finish the vase." He took her hand and they started walking towards their quarters. "But I need to change first."

Zunni and Druig were waiting in one of the larger rooms, which was intended for art. Next to the garden, this workroom was her favorite. The mind controller settled back comfortably on the couch and closed his eyes. He was tired after a day, and tomorrow they must be full of strength to fight. Zunni, on the other hand, sat on the stool and looked at the unfinished vase, she could barely see on her eyes as well. She got up impatiently and started walking from one end of the room to the other.

"For Arishem's sake, where is he?" she slightly leaned out into the hallway to see if the person they're talking about is coming.

"He's probably busy showing off to the servants" he replied sleepily, eyes still closed.

"I doubt the servants stopped him." she slipped out. She should keep her mouth shut. Zunni prayed in her mind that he would be here as soon as possible.

Achilles. The greatest of all the Greek warriors. Son of Peleus…and all that.

Zunni had expected something more from him. He didn't shown his best since they arrived in Athens. There were various rumors about him in Babylon, but according to her only one turned out to be true. He was rarely sober, at least in recent times. As Basilis, his aunt, she tried to reach him, but he didn't want to talk at all. The day before she had caught Achilles and Patroclus, his friend from childhood, making love. They didn't noticed her, but the door was ajar, so she closed it quietly and walked away as if nothing had happened. It was obvious to her that they liked each other, but sadly they were hiding it. If she could do something so that they could live together without any consequences, she would help them.

"What do you mean?" still lying on the sofa, he opened one eye and looked at her curiously, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Doesn't matter." she shook her head and dismissed Druig, leaving him unanswered. "I'll strangle him myself when he finally shows up." She grew more and more irritated.

"Don't be so upset m'lady, anger marrs beauty." and that's where his flip side comes in. Apart from his flirting skills, he can also piss someone off at times.

"Maybe I shoud beat both of your asses." She warned him in a sweet but sarcastic tone. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and closed with a loud bang.

"Χαίρετε, comrades." he greeted with a huge smile on his lips. He could barely stand on his feet, but not from tiredness. He got drunk again.

"I can't believe it. You gotta be kidding me." Zunni's hands dropped completely. It was too much.

"I had my reasons." Achilles tried to justify himself somehow, but it was getting worse every day. He swayed slightly as he wanted to get closer to his aunt, so she ran over to him to keep his balance.

"Allie! We were supposed to finish the painting today. How will you pose in such a state?" she gripped him tightly by the muscular shoulders so he could stand straight, but Achilles pulled her to him with all his strength and hugged her, but without a reciprocating.

"Basilis, my dear auntie, I can do this." still holding her in his embrace, he moved away slightly to look at her.

"Zun, it could be worse. Besides, what you expected from him?" she's already pissed off enough. Finally, after a while, she broke free from her nephew's embrace and moved away from the men.

"I'm sick of you, both of you. I'm going to my quarters." she glanced at them and turned towards the door.

"Auntie!" he shouted after her and spread his arms, barely standing on his legs.

"Go to bed!” she shouted back and slammed the door behind her, leaving them both alone.

In the morning the deviants attacked the city unexpectedly. The strongest gods from Olympus gathered to fight, but even they couldn't cope with the bloodthirsty beasts. The Eternals came to their rescue. Ikaris and Zunni, as always eliminated the most dangerous of them in the air, Thena and Gilgamesh collaborated on land, and Sprite and Druig carefully controlled the entire course of the battle, distracting their opponents from time to time. Phastos, on the other hand, was busy with something completely different, he was sitting in his chambers and creating newer and more absurd inventions for the simple Greek society.

After defeating the last deviant in the air, Zunni landed with a crash on the ground near Thena, who had just delivered the last, killing stab to the last beast in Athens. This battle was hers, she got rid of the greatest number of deviants, and it was she who received all the applause. When she managed to slip out of the crowd of happy inhabitants, she approached her sister, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Are you okay?" she crouched down beside her and made sure she was okay. Zunni looked at her sharply, as if breaking out of another trance. Her eyes no longer sparkled with white light. She managed to calm down without complications.

"Yes, everything's alright." she took a deep breath and let it out of her mouth "I'm just exhausted." she laughed and Thena chuckled with her. She got to her feet and offered Zunni a helping hand, which she gripped tightly and stood up, brushing the armor off the soil. "Is everybody okay?" she asked the rest of the team and then began to repair the damage caused by the battle.

In gratitude for saving the Greek capital, the gods of Olympus held a great feast in honor of the Eternals. Various food and drinks were placed on a huge marble table. It was going to be a feast until dawn.

"I'm starving." Gilgamesh admitted, first sitting at the table, rubbing his hands together, he didn't know from to start. At the very beginning, he poured some alcohol to warm up.

"Just don't eat it all at once." Zunni patted him on the back, which almost made him choke on one of the traditional Greek spirits.

"Help yourselves!" Zeus ordered all the people in the dining room, pointing to the full table.

The atmosphere was very pleasant. Everyone talked to each other as if they had always known each other, as if they were family. After two hours of feasting, when everyone had already drunk some liquor, the ambience became even more casual. Sprite, with the help of her extraordinary illusions, told everyone "The Legend of Ikaris", and when the story ended, Gilgamesh and Zunni laughed the loudest in the room.

"So he just...flew into the sun? This is ridiculous." she stated, laughing aloud at Ikaris himself.

“The poor man didn't seem to know how to outmaneuver it” Gilgamesh concluded and took another sip of his drink. Eternal just rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. He raised his goblet slightly towards Zunni, who was seated across from him.

"Oh, I'll wipe that smile off your face one day, believe me." a mysterious smirk appeared on his face, to which everyone reacted with laughter.

"Basilis? Where's your nephew? I heard he's causing a lot of trouble lately." Hera asked politely after a moment when the room calmed down. Oh yeah…Achilles. He's late again.

"He has a lot on his mind recently, he's trying to let off steam in some way. He's still a young boy." she tried to explain his absence from the feast. He was probably still asleep. Zeus's wife was not very satisfied with this answer, although she knew that Zunni was trying to be his good carer.

"Have you finished the vase?" she asked another question and on this point, Zunni had to disappoint her too.

"Not yet. I hope we'll do it tonight." she put a handful of fruit on her plate.

"As long as his hangover will allow it." Phastos, who had sat in silence the whole time, interrupted. Zunni looked up from her plate at the eternal.

"Phastos, weren't you supposed to be in your chambers?" defending Achilles, she tried to bite him back.

"I think I have the right to rest, at least for a while, because I don't know about you, but I work for days." He pointed at each person with his fork and took a bite. The door to the dining room slowly swung open, and Achilles emerged from it, trying to sit down at the table imperceptibly. "There he is." he pointed at the approaching man.

"Sorry, I'm late." he bowed slightly to Zeus and Hera and took an empty seat next to Zunni. It was evident that he was still asleep and that he came here only under duress.

"Together with Hera we thought that since you got rid of the deviants, maybe you'd like to settle down here for a while?" Zeus took his wife's hand and announced his proposal to the Eternals. The team exchanged glances, some nodded without hesitation, and others had mixed feelings about it.

"I don't know, it would be very kind of you, but we'd like to arrange it with our leader first." Ikaris announced to Zeus after a moment of reflection.

"Think about it, people like to be in your company." Hera admitted and smiled genuinely at them. Achilles was still leaning on the table and said nothing. Zunni lightly brushed his hand.

"What stopped you this time? Hey? Is something wrong?" she wanted to finally talk to him, to understand why he was behaving this way.

"It's okay. I need a drink." he took his hand away and reached for the alcohol in front of him. Zunni stubbornly tried to pull him away from it, placing her hand on his once more.

"You just sober up, Allie. Put it down." whispering, she asked him.

"I feel wonderful. Give me a drink!" again her nephew threw her hand away, he was acting so childish.

"Achilles!" she screamed in a whisper so as not to attract the attention of all the guests present. He gave her an irritated look and stood up, loudly pushing his chair back.

"Great, I wish you a lovely feast, then." he bowed before leaving the room, full of bitterness. There was an awkward silence in the room.

"What an annoying kid, how are you dealing with him?" Phastos commented on. It gone too far. Zunni had to talk to him seriously after all, so she got up from her seat as well and picked up the alcohol that Achilles had wanted to drink a moment earlier. It seemed that this was the only way for him to finally open up to her. “Hey, where are you going?” Phastos asked as she walked away from the table.

"Don't disturb yourselves, I must finally talk some sense into him. Thank you for hospitality, Zeus." she bowed culturally and took the alcohol under her arm.

"The pleasure is all mine." he nodded, smiling slightly at her, then continued to eat the dish.

"Should I go with you?" Druig was sitting a few chairs away, and as Zunni passed by him, he grabbed her gently by the waist to make her look at him. He offered her support.

"There is no need, thank you." she smiled a little sadly and took his hand off her body. She headed to the exit and began to follow Achilles.

She didn't have to search long. Her nephew was sitting in the garden, staring at the landscape of Athens from above. She approached him and waved a jug lightly with his favorite alcohol in his sight. He seemed to be a little bit surprised.

"I want to understand you, but I don't know how anymore. I thought maybe this would convince you?" she approached him closer and handed him the alcohol, then sat down on the bench next to him, while Achilles put the jug down on the ground and sighed heavily.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving for war." he gasped his words as he stared straight ahead. Zunni's eyes widened. Why is she finding out about it now? "And the best part is, only thanks to me they can conquer Troy."

"What are you talking about?" she asked him a question, stepping back slightly.

"According to the prophecy of Calchas, it's thanks to me, that they can win this war. There is only one catch..." He lowered his head and took a deep breath. "I'm going to die..."

For a moment, Zunni didn't believe what she had just heard. Achilles, her nephew, the person she has to protect at all cost, is doomed to die. She didn't take her eyes off him and after a moment she took his cheek and turned him so that he finally looked at her. He was unmoved, and in fact he seemed to be reconciled with his fate. But Zunni wasn't.

"You're not going anywhere. I forbid you!" she shook her head and raised her tone to which he stood up abruptly.

"You won't be deciding about my life! I'm leaving tomorrow morning, whether you like it or not!" he started screaming at her.

"When we got here, I promised Zeus to look after you!" she got up from her seat and began to speak to Achilles, who had his back to her, "It's my duty to stop you from doing this. "Why do you care so much about the glory, if you're going to be dead?!" he turned to her as he heard the last word.

"What do you know about me, huh? Maybe that's what I want?" he shrugged and continued arguing.

"That's not true." she said immediately and firmly.

"How do you know that?" pointed at her with his open hand to continue her speech.

"I know about you and about Patroclus..." a grimace appeared on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't manage to. "Before you say anything, I really care about you. he was really happy." he walked closer to her, and she touched his shoulder gently, "I'm sorry I couldn't prove it to you sooner, but I also get lost in this sometimes." a single tear ran down her cheek. "You can think of me whatever you want, but for me you'll always be my family." Zunni's confession stunned Achilles. His expression softened, but he continued to insist on his.

"Sorry, but that's what my goal is. I know your opinion about the war. You would stop the bloodshed at all costs, if you could. And...Patroclos is going with me." She lowered her hand and took a few steps back.

"You'll lead him to the slaughter. I don't support this. We protect your planet from all violence, and you use it anyway." she expressed her opinion with her arms folded.

"Basilis...as my aunt, please respect my decision." this time it was he who grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She was the only person besides Patroclus who could understand him. She didn't support what might happen in the near future, but she had no other choice. Zunni closed her eyes and hugged him. Achilles deepened his embrace, thanking her for understanding.

ATHENS | 1186 PNE

The war lasted much longer than the Eternals had expected. Only Druig, Thena, Gilgamesh and Zunni decided to stay in Greece. She watched it all closely from a distance, still worried about her nephew. She realized long ago that she'll not convince him. The Eternals were receiving messages from the front from one of their trusted soldiers, he informed them of all Achilles' exploits. Some were indeed worthy of a hero, but the rest not very much. Not for Zunni. The informant was due to arrive in the capital a few weeks ago, but he never did.

A worried Druig entered Zunni's quarters. She was standing by the balcony with her arms folded, admiring Athens.

"Something must have happened." she admitted, standing with her back to him. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly from behind.

"Maybe they had some complications along the way." he tried to cheer her up.

"This is taking too long." she sighed. "I have to end this." Druig turned her gently to face him. "I don't have the strength to only hear about the losses these people suffer." she confessed to him after ten years of being quiet.

“Zun, we can't-”

“I don't care what I can and cannot do anymore! I had allowed this slaughter to go on for way too long. Ten fucking years waiting for this torment to end! He's my nephew, I love him. I guess I deserve to see him again. One last time." she sobbed loudly. Druig analyzed what she had just said. She was not wrong. He also didn't supported that and wanted to let her alone into this mess.

"I'm going with you." he stated.

Later that day, they flew away in search of a camp near Troy, which allegedly contained Achilles and Patroclus.

Druig held tightly to his companion and together they were flying over the Aegean Sea. The land was now in sight, together they looked for the nearest Achaean camp. Zunni and Druig landed near one of them to check if they were in right place. Three warriors stood outside patrolling the area. As they spotted the Eternals approaching, they recognized them in the blink of an eye. One of them trotted up to them.

“Basilis! What are you doing here? Something happened in Athens?" he began to question anxiously, he didn't expect their presence.

“Where is Achilles? Is he here? " she looked around the camp from afar.

"Yes, my lady. He is, but a few kilometers away and still fighting. He should be back soon." he answered her. Thank Arishem, he was still alive. Maybe all is not lost yet.

The soldier led them into the camp. There were bloody warriors everywhere, groaning in pain. On the way to some free tents, Zunni remembered to ask on more question, equally important.

"Tell me one more thing...what happened to Patroclus?" he stopped and looked down on his feets. The soldier considered his words for a few good moments, but in the end he only pointed on the tent to the west of them.

“I'm sorry, my Lady…but he's dead. He was slain today at the battle." he finally confessed. She stared at the indicated tent for a long moment, hesitating to go in there. If Achilles didn't know it, he'll face severe agony. Zunni and Druig eventually entered to the tent where the dead Patroclus was lying. He was battered and bloodied, his face as pale as a sculpture. She covered her mouth with her hand. That was horrible. The worst part is that Achilles let it happen. At the same time, the perplexed hero stormed into the tent. When he saw the body of his beloved one, he fell into great despair. He knelt in front of him and hugged him as tightly as he could while his tears ran down his cheeks like a stream. Zunni discreetly asked Druig to leave them alone. When he did so, she approached her desperate nephew and hugged him tightly as well, trying to soothe him at all costs.

“Shhh… I'm with you, Achilles. Let it all out. I got you." she closed her eyes and the two of them sat there for an hour until he stopped shedding tears.

After a while, Zunni led him to his bed. He wished to take Patroclus with him. They were both lying on the sheets, Achilles was brushing the strands of his beloved's hair away, and Zunni was playing quiet, calm melodies on the lyre nearby the bed. He turned his sleepy gaze from his lover to his aunt and stared at her for a few seconds. When she felt his eyes on her, she lifted hers as well.

“Tomorrow I will kill Hector. I must avenge him." Achilles' eyes became wet again. Zunni just hummed to herself. "Do you want to stop me?" he asked in a low tone. She sat in silence for a moment, then said something that surprised him and something she didn't expected she would ever tell this to.

"I will not even try to...If you die, I wouldn't be surprised if I do the same for you."

He needed that, he needed these words. Deep inside, the thought of the next day hurted him, but he tried not to showing it, so he just nodded and started stroking Patroclus's hair once more.

Achilles received new armor early in the morning and left without saying goodbye. He was afraid that if he would saw his caregiver again, he would gave up. The hours were passing horribly slowly, but it was finally done. Hector died and with this, revenge was fulfilled. Achilles didn't talk much after the incident. Together with the soldiers, they were planning an attack on Troy. Zunni and Druig didn't interfere in their doings. She just wanted to stay with her nephew until the very end. One day have passed, commanders and warriors began to leave the camp. This time he didn't say goodbye either. They waited alone for the end of the war.

Druig was enjoying a plate of fruits and Zunni was peeking out of her tent every so often, looking for any soldier. But nobody had come. It was evening, she had a feeling that this day would become the history, but her mind wandered around Achilles all the time. He wasn't her nephew anymore. He became someone much more important to her.

She ran out of her tent without saying a word, leaving Druig alone and took to the air as quickly as possible. She began to fly towards Troy. It was several kilometers from the city, but already high flames engulfing the battlefield could be seen. As Zunni flew closer, she saw everyone slaughtering each other like animals and setting fire to everything they could. The city was covered in blood. She looked everywhere, but nowhere to see Achilles. She came even closer. Paris, brother of Hector, was in her sight as he was aiming his bow. The arrow hit her nephew's heel. That was the end. She flew to him, didn't manage to catch him, so he fell to the ground with a thud. His breaths became less and less regular. With the lasts of his strength he looked at her.

"You weren't the perfect caregiver, dear aunt...b-but you were the mother I needed." moved by his words, she began to sob and laid her forehead on Achilles', who breathed one last time. The battle continued around them, but he was the only thing that mattered to her. However, her mourning was interrupted by an arrow aimed by Paris, which bounced off her protective barrier. She turned and picked herself up from the ground, grasping the sword dropped by her nephew.

“Do you want to avenge him?! Let it be a fair duel. Without any magic, witch!" he challenged her. Zunni became even more furious and without thinking she got rid off her shield and all powers for that moment. When it happened, Paris drew his sword and started running towards her. Zunni rapidly blocked his first hit, again and again. She pushed him a few inches from her and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him even further. He slammed his fist on the ground and rose from it, gasping intensely. This time it was she who started to punching him. Paris tried to protect himself from them by dodging, but Zunni took a big swing and cut his stomach. It was not a fatal blow, but he felt it, then grabbed his stomach and blood appeared on his hand. Without hesitation, she took another swing with her sword and this time she cut his arm, which caused Paris to fall on his knees. A sword escaped from his hands and he became defenseless. She came close enough to him to put the sword to his throat. Her eyes flashed white light several times, there was a vengeance in them. But before she delivered the killing blow, Druig could be heard in her mind.

"If you kill him, you will not bring him back." Druig was in her mind from the very beginning when she escaped from the camp. He followed her each movement and wanted her to stop before doing something that she could regret later.

In fury, Zunni hesitated for a few more seconds, but finally let go of Achilles' killer and took a few steps back. Paris didn't know what to do. There was fear in his eyes. He grabbed his throat and breathed deeply before taking his bow and sword and then disappearing into the ruins of Troy.

Several days have passed since the deaths of Achilles and Patroclus. On the hill near their camp, an obelisk was builded in honor of the hero. Zunni knelt in front of it and arranged the most beautiful flowers around the grave, then lit a few candles. She did the same at his beloved's tomb. When she finished, she got up and started praying for a while. Maybe that's what he wanted? After all, they're happy together and going to love each other until the end of the world or even longer. Zunni took Achilles' sword from her belt. Gods allowed her to keep it as a souvenir. She laid it down carefully on the grass and in one graceful movement gave it some of the cosmic energy she possesses. She always carried the sword with her, and with it...her son.

ATHENS | ONE DAY LATER

The Eternals were due to leave Greece this day and return to the rest of the team in Babylon. Zunni was ready an hours ago. She spent her last moments in an art studio. At last she finished the vase. The woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with one hand and stood up to see it whole. It looked magnificent. None other than Druig knocked on the door.

"We are leaving." he informed her. Yet Zunni was still staring at her creation. He walked over to her and began to admire it as well. "Beautiful." Druig stated. He looked around the room and found her bags not far away. "I will wait for you outside." he was heading for the exit and left the room. Zunni looked at the vase for a few seconds longer and after a while she grabbed her baggage and left the room as well.

The vase depicts Achilles and Patroclus in their embrace with swords holding high. In the background behind them the Eternals fight with the deviants.

BABYLON | A WEEK LATER

"Grounded?!" upon their return to Mesopotamia, everything quickly came to light. Due to the fact that Zunni entered the field of the Trojan War and almost killed Paris, Ajak decided to chill Zunni's actions. She didn't tell Arishem about it, because the sentence would have been more severe, so she decided to punish her herself.

"You will not be able to fight the deviants or go on missions outside Babylon until further notice." she told her firmly. Druig was also in the room, trying to help ease her punishment. It could have been much worse. Zunni didn't tell Ajak that Druig was with her all the time, because he would also got grounded. But does he ever listens to her?

"I was there with her!" just as the team leader was about to leave the room, Druig have confessed. She turned to face him and looked at him suspiciously.

"Were you on the battlefield with her, or several kilometers from Troy?" she asked him a trick question. He looked at Zunni, who was clearly telling him to give up and not continue the argument. The mind conttroller didn't listened to her.

"We were there together." after a long moment, he lied. Ajak hummed and continued to stare deep into his eyes.

“You're lying Druig. Give it a rest. I will not ground you." she didn't agree.

He walked around the room to come up with some excuse. Zunni cursed under her breath. What he was doing was so childish, but also kinda sweet that he wouldn't leave her alone. After a moment he looked at one of the flowers in the pot and pushed it to the ground. The rug was soiled with dirt all over it. Ajak hands dropped. She was resigned. Zunni hid her flushed cheeks in her hands. Druig changed his face expression and was about to say an insult directed to the leader, but she overtook him.

“Okay, that's enough. You're grounded." she left irritated by the whole situation and slammed the door behind her. Zunni looked at him in disbelief and a characteristic smirk appeared on his face. She turned to face the balcony, you could see the landscape beyond the Babylon's walls. The Eternals were just battling the deviants attacking one of the villages. She watched the fight closely, thinking of that she has to wait a while before returning to the battlefield. Zunni felt Druig's soft breath on the back of her neck. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He enjoyed relishimg her scent, tenderly pressed his jaw against the side of her head.

"You're a dumbass, you know that?" she started to tease him and he just laughed at the nickname she gave him. For the rest of the battle they both watched the stunning landscape and enjoyed by themselves presence.

THREE DAYS LATER...

During another deviant attack, the team had to split up. Gilgamesh and Ikaris fought right outside the city gates, while the rest fought a few miles away. A lot of the creatures flew, which made it difficult for them to cooperate. The flying Eternal tried to get the situation under control, but there were still too many of them. He was centimeters away from one of the monsters. He covered himself with his hands, knowing he was going to get hit. It didn't happened. With the help of her energy, Zunni managed to eliminate the enemy before it could had harmed her friend. Ikaris uncovered himself and looked at her surprised.

"I'm gone for a few days and everything is falling apart." she taunted him, then eliminated another deviant approaching him. “Someone is out of shape, man. Focus." she flee away from him and took care of the rest of the beasts.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @hey-there9-its-me @shityoudidntaskfor @assassinsasha23 @mshannah @ambearsstuff

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

„𝐙𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈” 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A/N: i promise that the next chapter will focus only on relationship with druig 🤠

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feninina · 3 months

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˚◞♡. ✧˖° ꒰ 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖 ༘⋆ ꙳

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 !

･῾ ᵎ ⌇— nina. xviii. scorpio. cill’s wife. 🕸️

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requests are: open !

los pedidos están: ¡ abiertos !

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✧˖° currently obsessed with/writing for: society of snow cast, jesse pinkman, reneé rapp and cillian murphy!

⩩ ꜞ other characters i write for are: here

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darkrpfinder · 5 months

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🕊️ hello! 28 she/her, looking for an rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:

noncon, degradation, dirty talk (filthier the better), legal age gaps, cheating/blackmail, omegaverse, horror, enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, object insertion, cnc/dub con, daddy kinks, breeding, bdsm

hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder

i'm open to mxm, mxf, and fxf ships, with a strong preference to playing characters who are bottoms/submissives. i'm open to both fandom and original universe roleplays, with some of my favorite genres being fantasy, crime, supernatural, and historical (french revolution, victorian, ancient eras (vikings, ancient greek, etc.) being some of my favorite).

fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):

ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)

eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)

kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)

eros x psyche (greek mythology)

dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)

thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)

achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)

misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us

plots i'd love to do:

your character is a wealthy patron of the parisian opera, who has elected to sponsor a soloist of the parisian opera. are they wealthy? are they secretly a criminal mastermind? either way, she's indebted to do whatever he wants

your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase

vague ideas that i'd love to explore but can't think of a specific plot for: a/b/o verse anything (i'd would love to play an omega character, especially for an mxf or fxf plot), plots involving the hunger games (perhaps two former victors, or a victor and a capitol citizen), anything involving the assassin's creed fandom (perhaps a templar/assassin ship?), enemies to lovers, anything with criminal characters, etc.

faces i love using: cindy mello, lorena rae, ashley moore, archie renaux, golshifteh farahani, christina nadin, rachel zegler, chantel jeffries, kelly gale, madison beer, braydee cardinal, yovanna ventura, holly lim, shonali singh, josie canseco, madelyn cline, savio de chiara, grace van dien, rocio crusset

faces i love playing against: barry keoghan, stephen james, winston duke, florian montaneau, giuseppe maggio, patrick gibson, theo james, dev patel, andy biersack, richard madden, max irons, reece king, ben dahlhaus, folkwin wolfspeer, cillian murphy, jack o'connell, post malone, dichen lachman, sydney sweeney, honestly any and all faces i'm open to.

i range from large posts to small posts, and would love to do this via discord. maybe even make a server for us to write in! please like this post and i'll reach out. (sorry this is so long, i've never written one of these before and thought to cover as many bases as possible).

#arcane rp #marvel rp #omegaverse rp #stranger things rp #the illiad rp #hunger games rp #the grisha universe rp #acotar rp #star wars rp #the last of us rp #assassin's creed rp #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun

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prpfs · 5 months

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🕊️ ♡ hello! 28 she/her, looking for a discord rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot, but i'm also trying to do other stuff). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:

hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder

fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):

ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)

eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)

kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)

eros x psyche (greek mythology)

dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)

thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)

achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)

misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us

plots i'd love to do:

your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase

like if you're interested and anon will get back to you

#arcane rp #league of legends rp #marvel rp #stranger things rp #greek myth rp #the illiad rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #dead dove

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baskinrobbinsalwaysfindsout · 1 year

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Multiverse of Madness: Muses

Avengers (& friends):

Bucky Barnes || White Wolf || FC: Sebastian Stan

Clint Barton ||. Hawkeye || FC: Jeremy Renner

Wanda Maximoff || Scarlet Witch || FC: Elizabeth Olsen

Scott Lang || Ant-Man || FC: Paul Rudd

Pepper Potts || FC: Jessica Chastian

Steve Rogers || Captain America || FC: Chris Evans

Woo Ji-ae || Detective Woo || FC: Kim Se-Jeong

The Defenders:

Elektra Nachios || Elektra || FC: Elodie Yung

Frank Castle || The Punisher || FC: Jon Bernthal

Eternals

Sersi || FC: Gemma Chan

Druig || FC: Barry Keoghan

Phase Four Stars:

Marc Spector/ Steven Grant || Moon Knight || FC: Oscar Isaac

Xu Shang Chi || Shang Chi || FC: Simu Liu

Xu Wenwu || The Warrior King || FC: Yang Yang

OCs

Gabriel Fuentes || FC: Michael Trevino

Mariah Hill || FC: Kat McNamara

Spider-Verse:

Amadeus Cho || Brawn || FC: Charles Melton

Felicia Hardy || Black Cat || FC: Camilla Mendes

Martin Li || Mister Negative || FC: Andrew Koji

Miles Morales || Spider-Man || FC: Jordan Fisher

Harry Osborn || ** Green Goblin || FC: Gavin Leatherwood

Olivia Octavius || Dr. Octopus || FC: Jeanine Mason

Peter Parker (616) || Spider-Man 01 || FC: Tom Holland

Peter Parker (TASM) || Spider-Man 02 || FC: Andrew Garfield

X-Men:

Raven Darkholme || Mystique || FC: Lesley Ann Brandt

Logan Howlett || Wolverine || FC: Tyler Hoechilin

Remy Etienne LeBeau || Gambit || FC: Garrett Hedlund

Kitty Pryde || ShadowCat || FC: Zoey Deutch

Scott Summers || Cyclops || FC: Scott Eastwood

Illyana Rasputin || Magik || FC: Anya Taylor-Joy

#muses #[ lbr this is always subject to change lmao ]

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redheadspark · 1 month

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Barry Keoghan March Prompt 2 please and thank you 💙

A/N - Aww this is adorable! I made this nice and short and cute for you to read, I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!

Hold

Summary - Barry loves holding your hand

Warning - Just fluff :)

“Alright, how does your month look for our holiday?”

“Looks, good. The awards season is done and I have a solid month open before my next project,”

“Perfect! And….done, we’re officially going on holiday,”

Barry chuckled as you slammed the Laptop shut in relief, he reached over to lace your fingers together from across the tiny coffee table between the pair of you. The rest of the shop was mostly deserted, except for a few patrons who were working on their own computers or reading. With the pattering of rain and the sun attempting to push through the storm clouds that were rolling by, you and Barry wanted to hide out in a coffee shop and have some one-on-one time together. It was one of your favorite coffee shops, you found a spot tucked away from the windows and out of the public eye since Barry was not being recognized out and about. He loved his stardom, he truly did, but he also loved having time away from set or paparazzi could be your boyfriend.

One of his favorite things to do with you was hold your hand.

Sure it seemed like it was such a simple thing to do, but he loved having your hand in his. Anytime he could, he would hold your hand and keep it tucked tight. Walking together shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie together cuddled on the couch, even falling asleep together when he would cuddle you close in his embrace. Something about having your hand in his, it felt like Ana char for him with how fast things were moving in his life.

“Where are we goin’?” He asked you as you took a long sip from your latte.

“Not going to tell you,” You hummed as an answer, seeing him cock up an eyebrow at you, “As someone who has connections to travel agents, this holiday is going to be amazing for us. Just be prepared to dress for warmth,”

“Ah, so I need my speedo?” He joked, and you giggled as he grinned from ear to ear.

“You would want to bring your speedo when we go under the sun,” You teased, “But you can’t get a sunburn or else your publicist will kill me,”

“Eh, she won’t do a thing to you,” Barry reassured you as he scooted over to be right next to you, wrapping a spare arm around your shoulders to tuck you in a bit closer next to him. Your hands were still connected on top of the table, his thumb stroking your skin back and forth along our hand as he spoke again, “She’s a great publicist, but wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I know, that’s why I like her: she's kind but she keeps you in check when you’re away,” You explained, Barry kissing the top of your head.

“You make it seem like I’m a bad boy,” he commented, though he saw you smile as he poked your side, “You think I am, don’t ya?”

“Never said that,” You replied with a laugh as he poked your side again. Barry loved this banter between the pair of you, ever since you met two years ago thanks to a mutual friend who introduced the pair of you at a wrap party from one of his independent films. Barry instantly liked you, from how you laughed at one of the corny pickup lines another bloke tried on you, to how you were asking him plenty of questions about acting and what method he liked the best. He could tell you genuinely liked him as a person, not as an actor or a movie star. He asked you for your number, and you two have been a pair since then.

He was an actor who thrived and craved privacy, especially when it came to his personal life. He wanted to have his relationship with you as private as possible, not wanting to have public dates or extravagant vacations. In fact, he was the opposite, wanting to find little tucked-away restaurants to eat at or small getaways with no prying eyes. He saw now that acting life can tear families and relationships apart, and the one main thing he never wished for was to have his life with you tainted and ruined. But you never cared, not when you had your own life to deal with and your workload keeping you busy most days.

Still, little by little, you were known as his girlfriend. Barry taking you to a couple of premiers, dropping your name at interviews and talk shows, even walking with you side by side with the paparazzi catching the image at the right moment. He could see that you were no wallflower when it came to being in the spotlight from time to time. Sometimes the gossip columns and tabloids did get to you once or twice, but you were they were lies and not even close to the truth.

Barry loved having your hand in his when times were tough or when he was too stressed, It brought him inner peace and tranquility. If he could, he would hold your hand all the time and never let you go. Sure it seemed possessive, but he didn’t care. Barry cared about you and how you moved him from the inside out. Even seeing pictures of the two of you holding hands out in public, at a premiere or a party would always put butterflies in his stomach and make his heart swell.

He never felt like this with any other girlfriend, not for a long time.

“So, this warm holiday, am I going to be seeing you in a gorgeous swimsuit?” He asked you in a coy tone.

“Maybe, along with some of my favorite books to read and plenty of sunshine for the pair of us to share together,” You explained, “And it’s going to be at least 5 days too, so pack plenty of clothes…or not.”

“Hey!” He snorted, the pair of you laughing at the light antics between you two in your booth. He looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of your palm against his own and your soft hands against his calloused fingers. He knew he wanted to hold your hand forever and beyond that as well.

Inwardly, he was glad that you planned this holiday out for the pair of you to enjoy. He had other plans that he was going to make with you, given the small ring box that he stored away in his dresser drawer back at his flat. He dreamed of placing a tiny diamond on your finger, for some time actually.

But you planning the holiday made it just a pinch sweeter.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan x female reader #barry keoghan imagine #barry keoghan x oc #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan angst #fanfiction #writing #my love

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esha-isboogara · 1 year

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✰ requests + blog rules ✰

my old list was cringe and outdated and so hard to read so here’s my new one !!

what i will write ➤

-nsfw content!! that includes dead dove don’t eat, non-con elements, stepcest, most kinks

-fluff/cutesy stuff

-suicide/death/mental illness/self harm

-character x character, character x oc or anything along those lines

-blood violence and gore

what i will not write ➤

-actual incest!!

-zoophilia/pedophilia

-hateful content (racism, homophobia, transphobia etc).

-underage characters!! i am more than willing to age them up but i will not be writing for anyone under the age of 18

-piss kinks

fandoms ➤

oh boy this is gonna be a long list so prepare to scroll <3

anime —>

➩death note

➩jujutsu kaisen

➩chainsaw man

➩hunter x hunter

➩cowboy bebop

➩one punch man

➩jojos bizarre adventure

➩hetalia

➩bleach

➩devil man crybaby

➩full metal alchemist

➪free!

➪demon slayer

➩➩➩➩➩

movies —>

➩starwars !

➩all marvel movies

➪suicide squad

➩any pedro pascal movie

➩any oscar isaac movie

shows —>

➩mandolorian

➩book of boba fett

➩andor

➩brooklyn 99

➩rick and morty

➩moonknight

➩captain america + the winter soldier

➩young justice

➩adventure time

real people —>

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fandomtrashoe · 2 years

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You (white blonde female) x Barry Keoghan AU

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lipstickbisous · 2 years

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druig masterlist

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peterbarnes · 2 years

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Sweetheart

Summary: When stopping in Australia to find Gilgamesh and Thena, Druig can’t help but notice they’re not alone. In fact, they have a rather stunning [daughter/son/kid] that they didn’t tell anyone about. And Druig can’t help but flirt with them.

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A/N: Come on, folks, we need more Druig gifs I’m dying here

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You loved your home. You loved that it wasn’t dense or crowded. You loved that you could go outside and not see anything for miles other than the sand beneath your feet. You loved the feeling of the crisp air on your skin. It allowed you space, space to relax, breathe, and live.

Right now, you sat underneath your mom’s favorite tree, its green the only bright color around you. You could faintly smell the flowers and the fruit growing from it as you flipped to the next page of your book. But the sun was glaring down at you, causing you to squint your eyes. You didn’t mind the heat, it kept you warm and comfortable, but the intense light was downright obnoxious. You turned your head down and tried to just focus on the pages and words in front of you, but it was hopeless, you couldn’t see anything.

“Come on,” you groaned, moving one of your hands up to your forehead to block the light.

“Here, try these,” a voice said.

Your head snapped up and, through the light, you could see a dark figure in front of you. Not clearly, but just enough to know it was a person, likely not anything dangerous. The figure’s hand, however, you could see more clearly. It was stretched out toward you, right in front of your eyes, and in its grip were a pair of black aviator sunglasses.

Hesitantly, you reached out and took the glasses, shivering when your fingers made contact with the stranger’s. So much for the heat. Your hand lingered there for a few more seconds before pulling back with the glasses in hand and gently placing them on your face. The world darkened just enough for your surroundings to come back into focus. And boy, were you happy that you could see the beautiful sight in front of you.

The figure, as it turned out, was a man. A handsome one. His dark hair fell onto his forehead in loose curls that you wanted to run your fingers through. His blue eyes gave the tree behind you a run for its money with their brightness. A smirk was plastered on his lips as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at the moment- as if he knew the attraction that came upon you so suddenly. And the jacket. Fuck me. It clung to his arms just tight enough for you to see the curve of his muscle, and it only added to the confidence he was exuding.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” He asked, letting out a smooth, velvety accent that felt like music to your ears.

“Uh, Y-Y/N,” you stuttered back, still roaming your eyes over him. “Wait, this- how did you get here? Nobody’s supposed to be able to find this place.”

You jumped up from your spot on the sand, leaning on the tree for support as you did so. All the previous thoughts you had went out the window at the threat of someone harming your family.

“Well, it’s a bit late for that. Don’t worry I don’t bite,” he told you, putting his hands up. “Unless you want me to.”

“Easy, Druig,” a familiar voice boomed from behind you.

You turned to see your dad stalking intimidatingly toward the man in front of you. You couldn’t help but snort at the “kiss the cook” apron he dawned on his chest. Ah yes, my father, the great Gilgamesh, so big and scary.

“Nice fashion statement,” Druig deadpanned, sending a small wave to your father. “Definitely an improvement from you used to walk around in in Greece.”

“What exactly did you used to wear in Greece, dad?” You whispered to Gilgamesh as he stopped right next to you.

You didn’t miss the blush that rose over his cheeks.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Dad?” Druig questioned, his eyebrows furrowed. “I thought Eternals were sterile.”

“I’m adopted,” you stated casually. “Or kind of. It’s not really official or anything- they found me on the side of the road when I was a baby.”

“We thought it was a risk,” Gilgamesh piped in. “With Thena’s condition. But we couldn’t just leave them there. It worked out anyway. [Y/N]’s better at helping Thena than me because of their powers.”

“Powers?” Druig asked.

“I can read minds. I don’t know how, but I’ve always been able to. That’s how I calm Mom- I can get in her head and bring her back,” you told him. “Sorry that I got startled after you gave me your glasses. I just- You’re the first mind I haven’t been able to read in… ever, really. It was like running into a brick wall.”

Druig’s eyes were increasingly filling with astonishment with every passing word.

“You’re a mindreader? Me too,” he said. “I didn’t know anyone other than me could do that.”

“Surprise,” you said sheepishly.

You heard a sharp ding go off, the sound causing you to jump slightly. You missed the look of amusement that overtook Druig’s features.

“Ah shit,” Gilgamesh started. “My pie’s gonna burn. Come in soon, honey, all the others are here too. You should meet the rest of your family.”

And with that, he was gone, trudging back to the small house that sat a few meters away. You turned back to Druig, but could hear the sound of your father closing the door behind him.

“If you tell anyone I said this, I’ll deny it, but I forgot he was such a sweetheart,” Druig chuckled, his voice raspy as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he is,” you whispered. “You seem like an asshole, but I think you’re secretly a sweetheart too.”

Don’t tell anyone that either.

Your eyebrows shot up at the new voice penetrating your mind. It sent a tingle down your spine at the intimacy of it. It was unfamiliar, but not necessarily unwelcome. You shook your head, smiling as Druig kept on smirking at you.

So, my jacket hugs my muscles just right, huh?

Your face heated up like never before, to the point where you wished you could curl into a ball on the ground. You turned your eyes toward the sand, hoping to avoid his gaze. But when you saw his shoes step into your line of vision, you hesitantly dragged them back up again. He was standing right in front of you, blue eyes piercing. His smirk now replaced with a soft smile you had a feeling was newly reserved for you. He raised his hands, brushing the pad of his fingertips over your cheeks slowly before reaching for his glasses still sitting at home on your face. Slowly, and almost sensually, he dragged them off of you, the cool metal brushing against your skin before he tucked them into the pocket of his jacket. You immediately missed his touch, and you must have thought it too because soon enough his hands were cupping your cheeks and he was stepping even closer to you. So close in fact, that if either of you moved even an inch, your lips would probably brush against each other.

Don’t worry, sweetheart, I think you’re quite stunning yourself.

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misskatebishop · 2 years

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Don't hide in the shadows

Word count: 1.588

Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: You're too shy to tell Druig that you like him, so you turn red whenever he's around you.

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A/N: I loved writing this. I was so excited when I received this request. I hope you enjoy it.

Request: May I ask for a Druig story where Reader's an eternal too and the most shy of them all, like very shy, and Druig loves to tease her and sees her blush, but Druig obviously has deep feelings for her.

Reunite with everyone in a single room was some sort of torture, you think. Not because of the arguments that are more likely to start when everyone’s together and disagree on something, but because you always felt a little out of place.

Well, not a little. You’re definitely out of place.

You look at Phastos arguing how his newest design can help mankind to evolve with Kingo and Ajak. Ikaris is having an argument over each Eternals’ power with Sprite while Sersi calmly listens to them. You don’t know where Makkari is, you enjoy her company. Instead, Thena is leaning against the wall across the room, observing. Gilgamesh isn’t here yet, nor is Druig.

You step in the shadows of the room, crossing your arms in an attempt to make your presence as unnoticeable as possible. You really wish everybody were here by now. All you want is to go back to your book.

“If you keep walking backward, you’re going to merge into the wall,” Druig whispers in your ear. His sudden presence startles you. You hadn’t heard him approaching.

Druig has a pear in one of his hands. He stands by your side, giving the pear a bite. You blush at the sight of him. The truth is, you’ve had a crush on Druig for a long time. You admire his fierceness to fight for his values and defend his points during every meeting. However, the other Eternals barely notice your presence in the Domo. You’re too quiet, Sprite said once. You’re always focused on your duties, exchanging a few words with whoever was partnered up with you.

Sprite was one of the most talkative until she gets tired of only talking while you agree with whatever she’s saying. Sersi is as focused as you, you barely talk to her. It was easy to talk to Thena, she always had the most interesting subjects. Makkari likes to make fun, but you feel comfortable around her, maybe because you didn’t need to voice your opinions out loud, the words were at the tip of your fingers. Ajak was always kind.

Kingo was too self-centered, and you definitely don’t know how to make conversation with him. Phastos likes to hear what you have to say about his creation, even if you’re too shy to share it at first. You like Gilgamesh, and he enjoys showing you what he’s baking. You don’t have much to share with Ikaris, but he would make the other shut up so everybody can listen to you, and Druig… well, you don’t think you can keep a conversation without blushing every eight words. He likes to tease you, just like he did a few minutes ago. It was funny, but you often find yourself wondering if he liked you the same way.

Gilgamesh enters followed by Makkari who stops on your other side. She greets you, then exchanges a glance with Druig, it’s too fast, but be the quietest one also allowed to observe the others better. You see Ajak steps forward to the center of the room.

“Good. Is everybody here?” The leader says, eyes searching the room.

Then you feel Druig’s arm around your waist, pulling you forward to the line of people. He keeps the arm around you, and you feel your cheeks and ear heating up at the display of closeness. Ajak’s gaze fell on you, and on Druig’s arm, and she nodded.

Ajak explains that their stay in Babylon will be a little longer than usual due to the goal of making it one of the greatest cities in human history. They would need the Eternals’ help to evolve as a society. The rules are the same, kill the deviants, improve their technology, don’t interfere in conflicts. You feel Druig’s tight around you at the last rule, his body tensing up. You know that despite the rule Druig wasn’t willing to let it go. If no one was seeing, he’d interfere.

The meeting is over the moment the Domo floats above Babylon. Ajak reminds all of you of your duties before dismissing you. Druig plays a big part in it, as he can control minds, he’d calm down the humans, making them accept the Eternals in their city. After all, a flying spaceship would freak any human out in this moment of history.

The other starts to walk away, but not Druig, he turns to stare at you, his hand still on your waist. Looking eye-to-eye at him, makes you blush again. Damn, he’s handsome! Just a glance from those eyes is enough to make your knees buckle.

“Don’t hide in the shadows, princess,” Druig tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re too beautiful to not allow the world to admire you.” And just like that, he walks away.

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You were sitting by the fields after you’ve completed your duties. The sun would set soon, and you enjoy watching it from this perspective, even though you’d have to run back in time for dinner. You were chilling, watching how Sersi works with the plants has helped to keep them healthier and to create some sort of trading market.

It was a good thing, except for the fact that trades usually lead to greed, the desire for power, to have more and feel superior in a certain way. Of course, even though plenty of good things come from their work with humans, it also awakens bad sides within them. So you heard the yelling, you stood up thinking it might be a deviant, but it wasn’t. It was two men fighting over a bowl of onions.

You see when one of them pulls out a blade. You couldn’t do anything about it. Those were Arishem’s rules, no matter how much you wanted the men to stop. You expected the worst, but then, the man let the blade fall on the ground. They laughed at their own stupidity before sharing the number of onions.

You see Druig approaching, a smirk on his face.

“I thought I told you to not hide in the shadows,” he reminds you.

“I thought Ajak said we shouldn’t interfere,” you tell him.

Druig sighs, walking along with you.

“You could get in trouble with Arishem.”

“Worrying for me?” Druig says, a teasing smile tugging on his lips.

You can’t help the blush from spreading on your face. Of course, you worry about him. You worry about all of them, but Druig… He has this way of getting in the nerves of anyone, which makes you fear for him.

“I don’t care about what Arishem says,” Druig admits. “Why would a Celestial allow war and violence to happen in the world when they consume human’s hearts with selfish desires? I don’t understand. I never will.”

You could see the sense in his words. You walk in silence for a while before you break it.

Then, you spill out. “I can’t disagree with you,” you shrug, looking at your feet as you walk.

“Does it mean you won’t tell Ajak?” His voice makes you look up, and it gives a little bit of courage when you poke his ribs.

“I won’t tell her,” you assure him.

You walked the rest of the way. You enter the room you reunite for dinner. You frowned when nobody was there, you were late, where could they possibly be?

“Y/N,” Druig calls you. “Today we killed the last deviant in Babylon, so they must be at the celebration.”

Oh, yes, you had forgotten about that. Did he–?

“Did you read my thoughts?” You ask, confused.

Druig steps closer.

“No. I’d never do that,” he says, seeming equally confused.

“You do that to Ikaris every time,” you raise a brow, but you’re smirking too.

“Well, it’s different with you,” he says, getting closer. You’ve never been this close before, and it messes with your sense. You inhale deeply his smell, you could see the freckles on his cheeks, and how light the blue in his eyes is.

“Why?” you ask in a tone of defiance.

Druig’s gaze drops to your lips, which makes you feel small.

“Because I’m waiting for you to tell me how you feel.”

If he hadn’t stepped up and cupped your cheeks to kiss you, you might never have acted on your feelings at that moment. You drown in the sensation of his lips against yours, for a second you don’t know what to do with your hands, but you end up wrapping his neck and holding onto his shoulder. Then, when he pulls away, and the magic seems to disperse, it’s only then that you realize that that actually happened.

“Uh, I-I really like you,” you confess. Better do it in the heat of the moment than never. If you hadn’t said that now, you’d probably pin on him for the rest of the centuries.

“I really like you too,” Druig says, grinning. He strokes his thumb on your cheek. “My beautiful, beautiful, Y/N.”

The truth is, you can never know if someone returns your feelings if you don’t talk them out.

Walking to the celebration drew glances from your fellow Eternals companion. You snuggle close to Druig.

“The lovebirds are finally here!” Kingo blurts out too loud, drawing more attention to the couple. “We have to toast. Where’s Sprite and Makkari?” Kingo stood up. Thena had a victorious smile on her face, and Gilgamesh looked as happy as her.

You blush, hiding your face against Druig’s chest. You have a long night ahead.

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