#eternals x y/n

[beyondspaceandstars]

The Great War

Relationship: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Angst, canon divergence Summary: Druig had to watch you piece yourself back together after the Eternals split — and fears of facing tragedy once again rise when the Eternals end up at his doorstep. He’s determined to put you first this time, but nothing is ever that cut and dry, and you prove that. A/N: sooooooo I forgot about this one shot... Um, I believe I wrote it almost a year ago and it just sat on my computer so after some re-reading and editing, I think it’s okay to share! I hope you enjoy.

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He watched you from a far as you gave the children a tour of the garden. He knew it was your pride and joy and your face did nothing to hide the light that shined within you when one of the kids asked a question.

You could command the crops however you pleased, and your brain was packed with facts about every single thing that grew. You could go on and on for hours—Druig could personally vouch for that. Recently, you’ve been experimenting with hybrid crops, trying to find a new species to perfect, and you kept Druig very much in the loop about your progress every night before bed.

But he didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d listen to you talk about anything so long as that look of blissful happiness was plastered on your face.

Druig wandered a little closer to the garden, not close enough to draw attention, just enough to eavesdrop on your tour. He tried to look busy like he was inspecting a row of corn, but really you had his attention. Then again, he couldn’t think of many times when you didn’t crowd his mind.

"…and here we have some cabbage," you explained. The kids following you oohed delightfully.

Ah, yes. The cabbage. Druig chuckled to himself. A vegetable that has little business growing out here, let alone this time of year. But that was just the beauty of your powers. You could make pretty much anything sprout in nearly any environment.

It had taken some convincing for you to really use your powers. You had been so concerned with if growing certain things and aiding the villagers would go against the mission. But Druig had kindly reminded you that you two were away from it all. You were helping this civilization thrive—any means necessary.

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

Druig watched as you moved the young tour group to a vacant section of the garden.

"Here is where I hope we can start growing carrots soon," you said, motioning towards the freshly plowed land.

"Carrots?" One of the children said, her voice shakily repeating the word. "What are carrots?"

Druig smirked at the flood-gate the child had unknowingly opened. You wasted no time dishing out your detailed lecture on carrots.

You were just getting into a spiel about beta-carotene when a shiver went up Druig’s spine. Something was off, and he noticed it immediately. The village had been disturbed, penetrated by an unknown. He took a quick glance back at you to make sure you were alright. When Druig saw you were still drawing on about carrots, he let out a sigh of relief and left the garden in search of what had caused such a powerful imbalance on his land.

But his hunt hadn’t been a hunt at all. The problem made itself known immediately.

They were bold, he had to give them that.

***

The young student gave you one last hug before she ran back to her parents. You had made her home your last stop as you went about dropping the students off after the tour. She was a talkative one full of complex but beautiful questions and you absolutely adored that. You wanted them to be curious, to ask as many questions as they could think of. You’d answer them all as you had for their parents when they were young. And their grandparents. And so on.

You pulled your shawl tighter around you as you made your way through the village, looking for Druig. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed him observing your tour but you must certainly had. He was hard to miss and after all these years still managed to drive you a bit wild, even when standing there doing nothing.

You scanned the various groups of villagers but couldn’t seem to find your lover among them. You frowned and stopped at a congregating group of women. They were weaving baskets.

"Has Druig been around?" You asked in their native tongue. The women looked surprised at your question.

"He’s at the Center talking to our visitor," one woman kindly explained before turning back to her work.

You frowned. Visitors? What visitors? You didn’t see casual visitors this deep inland.

You thanked the women for their time and made your way to the Center. It was a nice communal space that held a variety of events, from meetings to religious services. It wasn’t too uncommon for Druig to be held up in there during the day, but the mention of visitors drew a lot of confusion for you. Why would he invite someone in?

Druig was very cautious about outside forces, to the point you got slightly annoyed about it. You’d only been out of the village a handful of times and were always met with Druig’s intense resistance. He was incredibly protective of you, sometimes bordering the edge of controlling—but you understood why. He loved you deeply and had promised to never let anything—or anyone—hurt you again. So far, he had kept his promise. But a sense of unusual nervousness filled you as you approached the Center.

You really didn’t know what you expected to find when you pulled open the door to the Center. Part of you thought you’d find Druig working on something. Another part of you thought he’d be having a meeting with these mystery visitors.

What you hadn’t prepared for was to come face-to-face with some old…pals.

The group of Eternals turned to face you the second you opened the door. Like you, it didn’t take them long to realize who they were coming in contact with. They bore mixed expressions, surprise and relief being the most evident. Well, except for Druig. He sulked off to the side, looking displeased when his eyes landed on you, but the others paid little attention to him.

Once the shock wore off, they mostly all greeted you joyously. You couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto your face as you soaked in this unexpected but welcomed reunion.

You didn’t think you’d ever see any of them again after the fateful night. The Split had been especially excruciating for you. The life and people you’d known, the routine and security, all vanished. You were a bit lost for a while until Druig had offered you a hand.

However, that malice and fear weren’t at the forefront of your mind right now. All you could focus on was your fellow Eternals coming together again, sharing a moment under one roof. It truly had been so, so long.

"What are you all doing here?" You asked after giving a share of hugs and happy exclamations.

Sersi, naturally, was the quickest to step up to the plate to answer your question. The light in her eyes faltered as she opened her mouth to speak, but Druig didn’t waste a second before cutting her off.

"Nothing," Druig spat. He stepped in front of you, nearly blocking your view of the others. Your brows furrowed at his commanding tone, but he didn’t give you time to retaliate. "We had some matter to discuss briefly, nothing special. They were just on their way out, actually. Why don’t you help the villagers prepare for dinner, dear."

"Dear?" It was Ikaris who spoke up now, unable to hide his surprise at the pet name that rolled off Druig’s lips naturally. But while it was Ikaris who said something, a look of surprise flashed on everyone’s face.

Druig ignored him, his focus solely on you. "Please, love."

You know you should’ve listened to your lover and usually, you do, but, in the moment, you couldn’t. You wanted to know what was going on, even though you found comfort in the village. You knew this wasn’t nothing. Stuff like this didn’t happen. You knew these fellow beings too well. The reunion happening here wasn’t for shits and giggles. And they certainly weren’t here to just check up on you and Druig. No one did that.

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

Druig shook his head. "She’s been through enough thanks to all of you, thanks to all of us. The last thing she needs is to be put in serious danger."

Ikaris scoffed. "How about you let her speak for herself."

Druig shot the other man a glare you hadn’t seen in centuries. In fact, you hadn’t seen Druig this upset since the day you two had reunited.

"I haven’t seen you all in ages," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "I certainly am curious to know what brings you out here." You gave Druig an apologetic look but he didn’t refute. His features even seemed to get softer at your patient words.

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn’t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

You soaked in every word, completely stunned and alarmed by the news she had to share. When she explained they needed your and Druig’s help, you tensed. You could now understand why your lover had been so reluctant.

Unfortunately, Druig was also right in the fact that you didn’t need this, didn’t want this disturbance. You had created something beautiful and familiar here and your immediate desire was to go down with this ship.

So much was at stake on both fronts, and the surprise of it all wasn’t something you wanted to wrap your head around right now. Losing this? The land? The people? Everyone? Your hands shook as you spoke.

"I…I am sorry, Sersi, but I don’t see how I can be of any help," you said as gently as you could manage. "I think I may be better off here."

"Please, we need all—,"

"What have you done to her?" Ikaris asked Druig, cutting off Sersi and making everyone in the room jump. "What are you controlling her or something?"

Druig let out a wicked laugh. "Does she look like she’s being controlled, Ikaris? Frankly, I am insulted you would even think I’d treat her that way."

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

Druig marched towards Ikaris, leaving little room between them. His voice was bitter and hot as he spoke. "I am when it comes to the one I love. How dare you accuse me of that." Druig paused as he and Ikaris stared at one another as if challenging each other to say another word. When Ikaris didn’t reply, Druig took half a step back and turned to the group. "I think you all have overstayed your welcome, don’t you agree?" He looked around expectantly, but no one moved.

Cautiously, you broke the heavy silence. "This has truly been a lot for one afternoon. Maybe we should take some time to think. We can regroup later."

After an unsettling moment of everyone watching Druig like he was a ticking bomb, he agreed with your proposal. The others were quick to follow suit and, not surprisingly, looked relieved to have a moment out of the stuffy Center.

You happily showed the group where you gathered for meals, hoping they’d at least want a snack after trekking all the way out here. You enjoyed your dinner among the people and your friends and tried your best to refrain from bragging about the vegetables in the stew that came from your garden. You failed at that, but everyone seemed impressed with your crops. Druig held your hand through the entire meal, successfully but bitterly avoiding the questioning looks of the other Eternals. It had not been missed by you that you two were yet to explain your dynamic and how it came to be. Sure, a little flirting had occurred prior to The Split, but declarations of love must’ve been a confusing step.

But it was good. The moment was good and the evening was ultimately enjoyable. The villagers loved conversing with the guests. They were so welcoming and curious. The food was lovely. The company was lovely. The atmosphere was lovely. Was this all truly in jeopardy? How could it come to this? You didn’t like having your heart heavy with this.

Couple of hours later, after you finished assisting with the cleanup, you found yourself sitting under a tree, away from the bustling village, snacking on some berries. You weren’t alone for long, though, as you saw Sersi make her way through the dense trees.

"How are you doing?" She asked as she took a seat next to you on the ground.

"Okay," you said noncommittally. You held out your hand, presenting a few berries. "Would you taste these? I can’t decide if they need to be sweeter."

Sersi chuckled. "Is this a ploy to poison me?"

You shivered. "I haven’t dealt in that in centuries."

One area of your powers you had always held back on was the way that, while you could grow the most delicious crops, you could also grow the most deadly. But there was no need to unleash that anymore. It did little to help the village.

"Alright," Sersi said with a shrug and took the berries. "But if they find my body out here, they’ll probably look at you first."

You nodded. "That’s fair."

Sersi tossed the berries in her mouth. She hmm’d. "So," she began, "you and Druig?"

"Yes," you replied to her question that wasn’t a question. Part of you hoped that would be that but Sersi’s unwavering stare made it clear she wasn’t walking away without the whole story. This came as no surprise.

You took a deep breath and began. "After Ajak sent us off I was…lost. So very lost. Everyone else just made their decisions and went on. I—I didn’t know where to go, where to begin. I had known one way, one goal, for as long as I could remember and now everything was upside down. Everyone went their own way. I felt left behind." You paused to take a deep breath. You hadn’t spoken of such things with anyone but Druig, but, then again, no one had been around to hear it. To ask.

"It took a couple of years, but I eventually came upon Druig," you continued. "He admitted he had tried looking for me but I was the only one off his radar. He then apologized for storming away. I shared my feelings on the situation—on The Split—and the villagers welcomed me. I’ve rarely left since. Over time, our usual flirting and banter grew. He’s just… He’s just it for me. He’s so kind and caring. He’s taken care of me in so many ways and I truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Up until today, I believed in fate. But maybe this was all just part of the plan. I could do without the pain and feeling…deserted but, in the end, this love has been good to me."

Sersi was silent as you spoke. She grew still beside you. Your spite had mostly subsided, but you still felt it was important to share, especially if dooms day was upon you. And while you had, for the most part, moved on and adapted, you knew Druig still held a bit of a grudge. Not to mention the anger he felt towards himself for leaving you, but over the years, you tried your best to ease his shame.

"Well, I—I didn’t— We, we didn’t…" You watched Sersi scramble to find the right words but her lack of reasoning wasn’t a bad thing. There was nothing to say.

"It’s okay," you assured her. "I’ve moved on. I’ve even made peace with all of it, I think." You looked back down at your basket of berries. "But there is someone who hasn’t quite come around to the idea of forgive and forget."

Sersi nodded. "Druig never quite seemed like the one to entertain such ideas."

"Please excuse his animosity towards the situation." You paused. "About earlier…"

"We do need you, truly," Sersi said. "I understand it’s frightening and you’re welcome to despise us but think about this place." She looked up at the trees and moonlight surrounding you two. "Everything’s so wonderful. The people, the place, the home you two have built. Don’t you at least want a shot to fight for it?"

You looked at the landscape around you. At the trees. The berries. The homes off in the distance. You hear the chatter of the villagers. The blow of the wind. The hum of the nighttime creatures. You closed your eyes, recounting the dinner, how nice it had felt to have so many of your friends together again. You wanted that all over again. You wanted this home you built.

"I think I was overwhelmed by all this…news," you explained. "And at first, I didn’t want anything to do with…anything. If the world was ending, I wanted to be here, in my home, but now… I don’t believe I can sit idly and let this place, these people, vanish." You opened your eyes. "More importantly, I can’t let my friends, my family, down."

Sersi took a moment and pattered your hand. "I’m relieved to hear that. You’re important, you’re valued. We can’t do it without you."

You shared a shy smile. "Well, I’m glad you’re happy about my decision. Lord knows how Druig is going to react."

"He’s shocked," a voice said from among the forest. You and Sersi whipped your heads around to find Druig walking out from behind a group of trees.

"I’ve never known you to eavesdrop so much, honey," you said, trying to keep the situation casual, but you were practically shaking.

Druig approached you two slowly. "Forgive me, my lady. I had only come to suggest we retire for the night. I certainly hadn’t expected to find you…conspiring," He shot a look at Sersi, who held her head high.

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

Sersi turned back to you. "I think you two should talk."

You hesitated but eventually agreed. Sersi avoided Druigs heated gaze as she left, heading back to the village. Druig took Sersi’s former spot next to you under the tree.

"You truly want to do this?" Druig asked softly, a stark contrast from his previous demeanor. "After everything, you want to help? You think we have a chance?"

"We have to try," you said. "For this. For us."

Druig took your hands in his. You turned to face him finding him very close. Your foreheads were practically touching. He stared into your eyes like you were all that existed and, for a second, it felt like that.

"I can’t bare to see you hurt again, love," he said. "And if we do this, there’s no telling what will happen after. There’s not even a guarantee we’ll make it out alive—,"

"That’s why we try," you pleaded. "And I’m aware this reunion may mean nothing. We’ll all probably go our separate ways again and that’s fine. I have a place to go back to. I have a routine and a garden and goals… But above all else, I have you. And with all that, I think I’ll be okay."

Druig searched your expression like he was expecting you to change your mind, but when nothing else left your lips, he nodded in defeat.

"If this is what you wish to do, I’ll follow you." He brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek. "I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for and you always have the right to make your own decisions, do you understand that?"

"I know that, Druig. You were just being your protective self."

"That’s obvious?" He said with a humorless laugh. "I just want to see you happy, love."

"I am happy, Druig," you said, your eyes starting to well with tears—the good kind. "Happier than you’ll ever know."

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Can I please request what it would be like to go into a haunted house with Druig headcanons

Druig Haunted House Headcanons

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Druig would probably enjoy going to a haunted house, at least more than others typically would. Depending on if the house was "haunted" just because of rumours or if there were actually ghosts would dictate how much time he would have to look around.

He’s definitely going to roll his eyes if someone tries to warn him about the house, of course it isn’t going to be too much of a danger to him no matter what people claim to be inside the house whether it be real or fake.

He will absolutely tease you, and it may even turn into mocking once he realises that he’s getting under your skin. It doesn’t matter how close to him you are, this sort of behaviour is something you would have to get used to if you’re going to be spending time around him.

He may also take this opportunity to flirt with you, of course taking advantage of you potentially being scared by the haunted house. It would be his way of showing off to you while also being in a situation where his flirting would be less awkward.

If you were genuinely in a scared state due to the “haunted house” then he would move past his sarcasm, mocking and flirting and try his best to genuinely give him comfort. It’s tiny moments like this that a caring side comes out and he genuinely tries to help, even if you doubt his intentions at the time.

Jump out at him and he’ll scream :)

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[cilliansgirl]

Y/N: So that’s my plan.

Druig: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Y/N: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Druig: It fucking sucks.

Y/N: That’s not constructive criticism.

Druig:

Y/N, tearing up, visibly turning red:

Ikaris, jumping up from his seat: Hey, hey, it’s alright love. Druig, apologize right now.

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Pairing: Makkari x gn!reader (where reader wears a dress)

Word Count: 588

Synopsis: You don’t feel like you belong in her world.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not read or interact, slight angst, imposter syndrome

A/N: Day 17 of Marvel Girlfriend May (please don’t check the date) is for Makkari!! ❤️ I love her!! As always, please reblog if you enjoy my writing.

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"Turn around,” she signs, looking you up and down as her mouth curves into a smirk.

You follow her order with reluctance. The blue dress swishes lightly, the hem just grazing the floor as you move. You feel naked in it, and your face is flushed with heat. “I feel like a slight breeze would tear it off me,” you half-joke, signing the words as you turn to face her again.

She steps forward, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you into her side. She turns her gaze to the mirror, the two of you standing together, you in blue, her in red. With one hand, she signs the word, “Beautiful.”

You think about what to say. That you’re nervous, that you want to make a good impression on her family, that this dress really feels too flimsy, but none of it seems important when she’s looking at you like this.

You peer at yourself in the mirror. The dress is stunning, but can you really pull it off?

She seems to think so.

“Okay,” you sigh, viscerally aware of how heated your face feels under her attention. “You win.”

Her smile becomes a victorious grin.

It’s blissfully quiet outside, away from the chaos that is Makkari’s family. You’d expected as much, but it was still a little overwhelming to actually be there, sitting among gods.

You run your hands up your bare arms and plant your elbows on the balustrade. Kingo’s place is ridiculously impressive. The view over the rest of the city alone must have cost him a fortune. And now you’re here, watching the stars above reflect the twinkling lights of the city below, wondering how they haven’t kicked you out yet.

You can’t shake the feeling you don’t belong here.

A whoosh of air hits you from behind.

“Kari,” you murmur to yourself, glancing behind and seeing her there, behind you.

“Is everything okay?” she signs. There’s a tension in her gaze, a protectiveness you’ve seen only a few times before.

“I’m okay,” you promise with a smile. “Your family is wonderful.”

She snorts. “That’s one way to put it.”

You don’t want to disappoint her. The only person who has truly cared for you, the only person who has ever wanted to take you to meet their family, and you feel like an imposter because of it.

She tilts her head, eyes searching yours.

But how can you tell her any of that? You can’t let her think the worst of you.

“Are you cold?” she signs.

You look down at your arms, the skin slightly raised as the cool breeze washes over you, and nod.

The wind whooshes as Makkari blurs away, returning before you can even blink. She holds out a blue cardigan, the shade a perfect match to your dress.

You frown. “And where did you get that?”

She just shrugs, a mysterious glint in her eyes, and holds it out to you.

“Kari,” you laugh, heat rising to your face as you put it on. You breathe a sigh of relief. It’s a flimsy piece of clothing, but it brings a sense of security you didn’t have before. “Thank-you.”

She nods, and the look in her eyes says it all. She'll do anything for you, you realise with a slight intake of breath, because she thinks you belong together. It’s hard to deny it, not when you feel the same for her.

Melting at her wordless declaration, you let her take you back inside to her family.

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– 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 || 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠

SUMMARY: The gift of foresight had served you well, until it doesn't. Rescuing you from an unpleasant vision, your love knows exactly what to do to bring you back to the present.  PAIRINGS: Druig x Eternals!Female!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: romance; angst

Since you could remember, you existed for one reason and one reason only:

SERVE ARISHEM. ELIMINATE ALL DEVIANTS.

It had been one of your earliest thoughts when you first woke in The Domo, second only to the name Arishem–celestial supreme–had bestowed unto you:

Y-O-U-R-N-A-M-E.

"I am [Y/N]," you tested aloud, awed by the smooth tone of your voice.

Across from you, a large figure entered your line of sight and as you raised your head to consider the new-comer, you were taken aback once you saw who it was.

Out of all the males you’d awoken with, the stranger was perhaps the youngest of them all.

He was tall, nearly a head taller than you, and while your uniform was dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, his uniform consisted of blacks and reds. 

The colours he wore were a stark contrast to his skin, pale as though kissed my moonlight and complimentary all the same against the sharp lines and contours of his face. 

"[Y/N], is it?" An equally low voice greeted in turn, a mischievous glint taking root in piercing blue eyes.

The young man had drawn close the moment he started speaking, your tongue growing laden as he paused in front of you. "Beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl."

If you were genetically engineered not to get sick, it certainly did not feel like it.

In his presence, it felt as though your breath had got caught in your chest and in spite of the regulated air pressure circulating through the ship, you couldn’t help but feel the air around you both had become almost electric. Dizzying in an almost familiar sort of way. 

"–My name is Druig," the young man said, grasping your hand in his.

Smoothly, he pressed his mouth against your pulse, lips curled into a small, disarmingly warm, smile as he lifted his head.

"It's so lovely to meet you."

––The third and most encompassing thought you had on The Domo the day, was of him.

Druig.

In addition to celestial energy and your natural athleticism, the gift of precognition was perhaps your greatest asset in battle, one that often put you on par with Makkari.

Where she could outmanoeuvre herself out of any situation with her speed, your foresight gave the team the upper-hand to strike Deviant nests before the creatures would even decide to attack first.

Ironically, it seemed that for all you could see the future, seIdom could you recall the past. 

You could not remember whether or not you had kin waiting for you back at Olympia, or if there was a special someone waiting for your return.

Instead, where you imagined the comforting embrace of a mother you had come to picture Ajak, with her kind eyes, soft touch and motherly affection. She had guided you many times, had offered you redolent views and insights so you could learn to understand the world around you. 

When you thought of the proud smiles of the great Gilgamesh and mighty Thena after an intense training session, you thought of how mortals considered the kin before them and found yourself honored you had your very own Uncle and Aunt to learn from. 

And when you thought of the rest–of Sersi and Ikaris, side-by-side and in their own little world; of Sprite and Kingo, often causing mischief amongst the mortals; and Phastos and Makkari, always sating their burning curiosity–you thought of how too few mortals could say they had this many siblings, and how colorless your mission would've been without them. 

Of course, at the centre of what was slowly becoming your universe, was Druig.

From the very first time you had met, there was something about the brooding-Eternal that endeared him to you, and supposedly, you to him.

After your initial introduction he had become a constant presence in your life, always seeking you out in the quiet corners of The Domo, to moments of reprieve between battle and chaos. Teasing. Touching. Always falling back into orbit as though you were twin stars, destined to gravitate towards the other. 

Beneath changing skies and through the rise and fall of multiple civilisations, falling in love with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

In fact at times, it almost felt as though in some past life, you’d already loved him befor–

The sky was red, your skin feverish. Still, you tugged at him him, mapping each crevice and plane you’d explored many times before as he did the same. 

Desperation made your touch ardent, made his lips linger on the crown of your head even when the contact burned. 

“I’ll find you again, [Y/N]” he’d said fiercely, teeth red as blood dribbled down to his chin.

“I’ll find you,” he said more quietly, almost to himself as he settled around you. Your final refuge. 

The ground shook again. The dirt splintered with a boom. 

Distantly, you thought of Makkari–of how she’d always been quiet–and hoped that she’d manage to outrun it all before you peered up. 

Sprite had stopped screaming; Sersi had only started.

The end of the world grew too loud, the chaos turned to white noise but oddly enough you could still hear him. 

Druig. 

Maybe it was because he was right in front of you, or maybe it’s because you’d always been attuned to his frequency, but as you zeroed in on his laboured breathing, you couldn’t help but rasp: 

"And I, yo–

–Beautiful, beautiful, [Y/N], you’re missing the festivities,” his ochre voice said, breaking you out of your reverie as a maelstrom of emotions flooded you.

Maybe I’m ill, you thought, reeling.

Druig had come up behind you, wrapping broad arms around your frame as he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck.

You could practically feel his sly smile against your skin. 

His touch burned. 

“Do we bore you that much that you’d rather return to your paints than me, oh great [pseudonym]?"

Shaking yourself from your daze, you lifted your gaze to meet his, swallowing the unease that had lodged itself at the base of your throat with a small smile. 

“You could never bore me,” you said immediately, forcefully rolling your eyes as to quell whatever thundered in your chest. 

What you had seen, it couldn’t have been the future. 

Half-heartedly, you placed the paint brush you’d been holding back with the rest, turning fully to fold yourself properly into his embrace. 

Druig, ever attentive, must’ve felt the tension in your frame and sensed the trouble plaguing your mind because gently, he pressed his lips to your head.

It was his way of grounding you, you knew, his way of comforting you when words failed him.

“I know,” he hummed after a moment, brushing his fingers along the curve of your back. 

His touch, this time, tingled pleasantly. 

“Let’s get back to the others then, shall we?” he continued, unwinding his arms as to hold out a hand.

You knew he wanted to ask what had happened, knew he wanted you to lay your burdens bare before him.

But Druig was Druig, and while he was often snarky, he was not unkind.

This was not the first time you had seen something unpleasant, something horrifying.

You would talk, later, when the festivities had ended and you could confess what you’d seen between fine sheets and in the comfort of your room.

But for now, all you wanted to do was forget what you’d seen. And because Druig loved you, he’d make it happen. 

“Kingo’s promised a woman you’ll sculpt a statue in her like,” he baited, almost slyly. It was a no-doubt way to do exactly as you wanted. 

Fondness swelled in your chest at his meddling and at him, and laughing, you slotted your hand within his. 

On papyrus paper the size of a crate of wine, you had painted a red sky. A burning field. Two people, lost in the flames, at the very centre of it all.

And further, 

                  further, 

                             further in the back–

                                                   a hand emerging from the Earth.

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[melancholiania]

Desolate [Part 4]

[Yandere!Ikaris/GN!Reader]

chapters: part one part two part three

Summary: Some truths come out.

[Warning for spoilers. Set after Eternals (2021), although quite a bit of canon is used loosely. Mentions of Mahd Wy’ry.]

Warnings: nightmares, blood, former Ikaris/Sersi, auditory hallucinations, etc.

A/N: slow chapter. sorry for the long wait.

Edited. Replaced picture.

Do NOT interact if you are a minor.

England, somewhere in the 1200s A.D

Ikaris felt the wet crunch of soaked early autumn leaves under his leather shoes, looking down at his glassy reflection in the water of the creek the Eternals had set up camp, nearby a small village, where Ajak pathetic murderer murderer you killed Ajak you are a monster had heard of a possible Deviant location. 13th century England was the last place any of the Eternals had expected to go, with a great many empires and civilisations popping up at every opportunity to protect and guide, but Ajak had insisted on quickly solving this Deviant issue here before moving anywhere else.

After a particularly nasty quarrel with Druig —over, frankly, nothing important in the long run— he had angrily flown out of the Domo to calm himself down. He ended up in the creek nearby, where he was right now, looking at his reflection.

Looking away from the clear water, Ikaris noticed Ajak meditating near the Domo, clearly communicating with Arishem, evident by the clear detachment from her surroundings SHE’S DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. He saw Thena and Gilgamesh spar, her golden constructs clashing against his golden armour, and noticed Sprite clearly attempt to trick Kingo, their illusion of a wild hound clearly working as Kingo had no clue that she had stolen his pouch of coins.

Lastly, he eyed Sersi though she didn’t seem right nothing felt right about this wake up sitting peacefully on the other side of the same creek, rustling some leaves with her hand, transmuting the dead, dry leaves into gorgeous wild daisies with a flourish of her hand, golden energy flowing through the flora. His heart fluttered in his chest this is a dream wake up wake up this is a dream dream wake up up wake up as he continued staring, and he swiftly lifted himself from the ground, quietly flying towards her.

“Hello, Ikaris,” Sersi chuckled, feeling his presence next to her as he landed next to her and sat down, tucking his head onto her shoulder wake up she hates you you wake up. Ikaris felt at peace, simmering rage slowly subsiding as he watched deft hands pick at the petals of the daisies and release them into the chilly autumn wind.

“You’re not usually the affectionate type, Ikaris,” Sersi remarked as she set down the remaining blooms and stroked his cheek, which he melted into. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing, Sersi.”

She you’re dreaming Ikaris wake up and face reality sighed at Ikaris’ attempt to show a brave face, knowing about his squabble with Druig. News traveled fast among the Eternals (it wasn’t hard when there were only ten of them in a concentrated area.). Trying to avoid the topic, Ikaris nuzzled himself into your? Sersi’s shoulder, arms wrapping around her she’s not you waist.

“Sometimes, I wish I could stay by your side forever, Sersi,” Ikaris purred. Her she isn’t real face was unreadable as she tried to take in Ikaris’ words, mind searching for an answer. Ikaris hears a distant, faint hum.

“You should let me go. We aren’t together anymore...you broke it off with me, remember?”

Ikaris freezes, suddenly aware in the oddness of the conversation. He remembered this day. He remembered Sersi acknowledging his words, at least, that was supposed to happen, right up until Sersi’s YOU I want you you not her you who you her her not her response had slapped him in the face like cold water did to a human. The hum grows into a static buzz. Louder. Louder.

“Wait...what do you mean? N–no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.” He spluttered as he let go of Sersi’s WHO ARE YOU waist and stood up abruptly, feeling the wrongness of this entire scenario. “I remember the day. You agreed with me. We’re supposed to be together here...what’s...wha—”

Everything feels too wrong, everything is too loud and Sersi doesn’t want to be with him YOU NOT HER I WANT YOU and what was that noise it’s too loud it reminds him of his guilt and shame reality is reaching him faster and faster the nOISE IS TOO LOUD STOP PLEA—

Ikaris’ eyes flutter open violently and he immediately pushes himself off something soft with an anguished yell, breathing heavy and pained, his face damp with sweat. He heaves loudly, the strange dream still freshly stored in his mind. Stormy blue eyes look around wildly, glancing manically at white walls, a soft tapestry and potted plants here and there, trying to gauge where he is and regain his bearings when he sees you.

You’re sitting on an armchair in the sunlight, clearly startled awake from his sudden outburst, the soft blanket around your shivering shoulders slipping off. He realised, eyes widening, that he was in your bedroom, sleeping on your plush bed, instead of the couch he had been sleeping on for the past two weeks that he had lived in your house. He was still in his clothes from before, dark and inky Deviant blood staining the otherwise pristine bedsheets and blanket.

He was about to reach out to you and speak when he groaned sharply to himself, suddenly feeling waves of pain shock his entire body as he crunched into himself to wait out the agonising sensations, eyeing his bloodstained hands through squinted eyes to ground himself.

You quickly flew from your armchair, anticipating the worst as a blood-curdling scream let out in frustration by Ikaris suddenly froze you in place, unsure and panicking.

Ikaris tried to ignore the way his legs twitched as if they were pierced with pins and needles, his chest aching like it was being stabbed by several of Thena’s golden constructs. His heart also felt like it sank deep, deeper to unreachable depths, realising he needed to offer you some kind of explanation for his harrowing, bloodied appearance and disturbing behaviour from before.

“Ikaris! Please tell me you’re alrig—”

“—how long had I passed out?” He choked out, ignoring your request, pain still flowing through him, gold threads of cosmic energy flickering violently under his pale skin.

“Nine...nineteen hours. It’s like, ten o’clock..in the morning,” you stutter worriedly, still stuck in your spot, eyeing the ticking clock right above your bed. Ikaris groaned once more as he leaned into himself further, trying to ride out the agony he was experiencing.

“R-right. Okay.”

As the pain slowly subsided and the gold threads stopped flashing after an agonising minute or two, Ikaris shivered, slowly returning his broken gaze back to your own skittish one, as you quickly shook yourself out of your frozen stupor and swiftly reached the bed, placing yourself right next to Ikaris as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Ikaris. We...we need to talk.”

He sighed sadly, heart aching and mind turning.

“I know.”

§

Ikaris had to lie.

Well, lying was probably too harsh of a word. Lying to you would feel like stabbing his metaphorical heart over and over again please it hurts to be deceitful to you like this, and you already knew something was up with him. It would be a fruitless endeavour to try otherwise.

So what he confessed was the truth...with a lot of omissions and some half-truths to hide his true involvement. He couldn’t tell you that he—

He couldn’t tell the whole truth. He had already hurt you once in the alleyway. He couldn’t bear to betray your trust in him.

“So...you're telling that you're an Eternal.”

That he was. He nodded, trying to think of an answer to that, as your curious eyes indicated that you clearly wanted to know more.

“We Eternals, we're synthetic beings, created to hunt Deviants, creatures that have roamed this earth and antagonised the human race. I...along with nine others, came to this Earth seven thousand years ago to eradicate them and protect humanity.”

You mulled over his words, clearly trying to process what he told you.

"Does that explain the black stuff on you and the bed? You killed a Deviant?" He nods, confirming your suspicions.

"Several, actually. They've been popping up a lot more frequently." BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU RELEASED THEM FROM THE ICE YOU—

“That also explains how you were able to survive falling from space, I guess,” you try to joke, earning a sombre huff from the bulky man in front of you, who nodded nervously. Your gears were turning, thinking of the statue you saw on TV and how Ikaris had freaked out over it. He seemed to also be connected to that.

“So...you were involved with the gigantic marble statue...thing in the Indian Ocean? What even is that?” You questioned, clearly confused as to how he could be involved with that.

Ikaris froze, trying to quickly spin something in his mind to tell you, pushing away the loud voices yelling at him to stop spilling everything to you, to hide away the events of that cursed day. He couldn’t tell you that he had wanted Tiamut to break through the Earth’s surface, destroying the entire world and you along with it.

(Now that he had met you, his thoughts bubbled with anger at how he could be so foolish to leave you to die along with the rest of humanity. Disembodied voices mock his quickly growing attachment to you.)

“That statue. Th-that’s a corpse of a Celestial.”

You were clearly even more dumbfounded, brows scrunching in complete confusion. Of course you didn’t know what a Celestial was, Ikaris internally screamed at himself. You were never supposed to know. And yet here Ikaris was, telling you about them.

“The Celestials created us. That one, in the ocean, was about to...emerge, but the other Eternals killed it by turning it into marble before it fully surfaced. They’re foolish for what they did...what we did was all for nothing...”

The last sentence was uttered bitterly, with so much poison soaked in those words he spat out that you had to push yourself back from him, clearing some distance between you and Ikaris on the soft bed.

“You talk like what they did was a bad thing!” You suddenly blurted out, shocking Ikaris out of his angered brooding.

“Listen, I might be a little biased as a human, but I think humanity deserves to not be blown up by a huge-ass Celestial growing out the earth's surface, without us being in the know.”

He hung his head, trying not to disagree, if only to placate you before you started arguing. You sighed, noticing Ikaris’ guilty expression. He clearly seemed to regret his resentful words. You reached a shaky hand to his face, stroking his scruffy cheek as a form of comfort. He leaned into it, eyes closed and brows furrowed in pain that seemed to run deeper than a physical injury ever could.

“I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, eyes opening slightly to eye you. “I shouldn’t have been so...callous about my words.” He grabbed your hand that rested on his cheek and lowered it, tightly caressing it as if it was his last tether that connected him to this plane of existence. “I should have considered your feelings about this.”

You eyed him sympathetically, trying to understand his point of view. If what he said was true and he had lived for seven thousand years, possibly more, which was much longer than you had ever existed, seeing humanity for all its good and bad would make him much colder towards you all, you tried to justify in your head. You slowly squirmed your hand out of his surprisingly tight grasp, leaving your hand sore and aching.

“Not just me. Everyone on this planet,” you said with a soft stare. “But...I get it. You’ve probably seen everything about us. All the good, all the bad...I understand if you’re absolutely jaded with us humans.” You massaged your hand to soothe the pain from his tight hold, while Ikaris sighed and nodded, looking rather solemn. You looked back up at him, speaking once more.

“If you’re comfortable later on, you can, you know, tell me about your life here on Earth, tell me about your other Eternal friends, all that. I’d love to talk with you about it. That’s...that’s if you’re ever up for it,” you mumbled quickly, surprising the Eternal, whose eyes lit up slightly, his icy blue gaze melting at your kind words.

“I wouldn’t mind. Thank...thank you for the offer.”

Quiet filled your bedroom as you both sat silently, just enjoying the comfortable silence between you two.

You then suddenly realised—with a mildly disgusted sniff—that there was a rather pungent smell coming from somewhere, and you began sniffing around. Looking back at Ikaris, who was still sitting on the stained bed, you realised he was still covered in blue-black blood from before, the bloodstains absolutely reeking of tar and death. You had to hold back from throwing up as you locked eyes with Ikaris once more.

“Ikaris.”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“D-do you mind taking a bath? You stink, like real bad.”

§

An hour or so later, you were sitting on your rather uncomfortable couch, flipping through the same four television channels, absolutely bored out of your mind as you continued clicking on your remote controller. You would have loved to use your phone, but after the crash almost three weeks ago, your phone was still busted, and you never had enough time, with you constantly fixing up your parent’s house and dealing with Ikaris, to go get it fixed.

You made a mental note to find a phone repair shop in your hometown as you settled on a children’s cartoon channel. At least you wouldn’t be bored out of your mind with international stock market news on one channel and soap operas on the other two.

While watching the cartoon (A strange movie about the Avengers saving San Francisco from a weird-ass villain who was more of a floating head than an actual body. You wondered whether the Avengers actually authorised this shit to air for kids with how close it was to the actual Avengers’ exploits.), your thoughts wandered and brought you to think about what Ikaris was up to in the bathroom upstairs. Taking a bath shouldn’t take that long...right?

The squeeeaak of the single creaky step on the stairs answered your thoughts. Speak of the devil.

You craned your head from the television to see Ikaris shuffle down the stairs and enter the living room, still drying his damp hair with an old towel you had in the bathroom. He wore one of your old teenage t-shirts, seemingly too small on his bulky torso, wrapping around every bulge and fold of his muscles, along with a pair of your old oversized sweatpants, thankfully looking somewhat normal, if not a little awkward on his frame. He hopped on the couch alongside you, seemingly very close as both your thighs touched, surprising both of you. You both scooted away from each other, you laughing awkwardly while he stared blankly at what just happened.

“A little close there, huh,” you chuckled. He remained silent.

You turned your attention on the screen in front of you both, and a few minutes passed with silence between the both of you, made slightly uncomfortable by the fact that you two seemed to sit a little too close to each other, both pairs of hands awkwardly positioned to deliberately not touch each other.

As the climax of the movie began with the Avengers along with a young girl literally becoming a giant to fight a huge robot, you felt a heavy, oppressive energy breathe close to your neck, giving you the shivers as the hairs on your neck stood to attention. You turned your eyes for the screen to see Ikaris literally breathing down your neck as he grabbed your thigh with a possessive squeeze, the gold energy flashing under his skin as he moved a little closer to you, weirding you out further.

You quickly tapped his shoulder, trying to gently snap him out of his trance with an “Ikaris? You’re...you’re kinda right next to my face.”

That seemed to do the trick, as the gold stopped flashing under his pale skin and icy eyes seemed alive once more. Ikaris quickly scooted away, his hands quickly letting go of your thigh and grabbing his own thigh awkwardly, the whole thing wonderfully accompanied by the grunts and yells of the Avengers characters in the background. You sighed in frustration, grabbing his shoulders.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I just...I don’t know what’s happening,” Ikaris cursed and looked at you with a worried stare, hands taut with frustration. Your brows furrowed, gently touching his shoulder to soothe his tense words.

“I thought it’d have stopped by now but...no...it can’t be Mahd Wy’ry...” Ikaris whispered to himself, confusing you once more.

“What is Mahd Wy’ry? Some kind of ailment?” You accidentally said out loud as you let go of his shoulders, making Ikaris’ eyes widen slightly as he looked at you once more, realising that he had to explain that too.

“It’s a thing...it’s something that affects the mind. You’re not aware of where you are in time, you remember countless lifetimes before you, you’re lost and you can’t seem to understand that those memories are just that...memories,” he mumbled, clearly worried that he had the same problem.

But it couldn’t be. He knew what Mahd Wy’ry looked like. Images of Thena’s whited-out eyes would haunt him, as he saw her seemingly lost to the memories that existed before she ever came to Earth, the countless lifetimes she had once experienced, ones that she should have never have had in the first place, for her mind couldn’t hold the weight of all those moments lived once and never again.

He knew what Mahd Wy’ry was supposed to be. Did he have it?

He could never be sure. He could never show his face to any of the other Eternals because of what he did, so he would never truly understand what was wrong with him.

All he did remember in those times where he was frozen in a trance was you. Your voice, your face, your scent, your everything.

You.

He longed for his memories of you to be branded into his mind for eternity.

The air was thick with tension between you two, a stark difference from earlier in the day.

§

“Are you sure this would be where the World Forge is?” Makkari signs aggressively, looking at the infinite colours of the universe from the Domo.

Thena shrugs. “This is our only hope to find them. We must try.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. Sporadic updates.

Reblogs appreciated.

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[ynscrazylife]

Hey! So this is a long shot but July is disability pride month, idk if you know, so I’m wondering if it would be possible to request a Makkari (from eternals) x reader fic where the reader is also deaf and makkari is kind of mentoring them like a big sisterly figure kind of (maybe they’ve recently got powers or something, I’m not very good with ideas) makkari was just the first marvel character I could really see myself in and I love your works so much your account is such a comfort, so thank you!

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This would start out by you being a new Eternal sent to Earth, having been taken in by Gilgamesh and Thena

They were practically your parents

Makkari was thrilled that there was a new member

When she learned that you were deaf, she was happy to teach you sign language

You two bonded quickly, with her teaching you sign language

When you were almost fluent, you asked Makkari if she would train you

Which she, of course, said yes

She helped you figure out your Eternals powers and trained you in combat

It was a little unfair, though, because she kept making you dizzy with her super speed

But you two trained well and worked great as a duo

So great that Druig got jealous

He pulled you aside one day, telling you that you had stolen his best friend and girlfriend

But Makkari walked up and slung an arm around your shoulder, saying that Druig was stealing her mentee

You smirked very happily as you guys walked away, much to Druig’s displeasure

Your parents soon had to tell you stop for a bit because they rarely saw you

Outside of Makkari mentoring you, you guys also became quick friends

You were often hanging out outside of training

And teased the others in sign language

They soon asked you guys to teach them sign language because they didn’t want to miss out on what you were saying

You and Makkari fought over who got to teach who

Whenever the team faced enemies, watch out, cause you and Makkari kicked ass

Everyone was astounded at how well you guys worked and fought together

Druig got more jealous

Eventually, he warmed up to you

Druig became a big brother figure and Makkari a big sister figure

You favored Makkari tho

Who wouldn’t? She’s awesome

Plus, she was the most fun

Thena and Gilgamesh often complained that you liked Makkari better than them

Which they were right

Makkari was a great teacher too, which I think we’ve established

But still! We stan Makkari here

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[druigs-wife]

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.

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

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[redheadspark]

Bliss

Summary - Druig knows how to bring you bliss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes narrowed: challenged accepted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Centuries later, he held onto that promise. 

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

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

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

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

The End

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[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (11)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: *SMUT, NSFW - minors, DNI* [please read A/N for more info, smut immediately begins after the page break] Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: THREE IMPORTANT NOTES: (1) THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT - if you are underage or uncomfortable with this type of content, please skip to the first page break (denoted by ***) (2) This smut is UNEDITED - I don't really love to write smut nor do I like to read it back but I felt it was an important addition to this kind of story. (3) My apologies now if this fic is not going in a direction you prefer/would've preferred - I write fics for my enjoyment so I understand if some elements may not be your cup of tea :)

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It was hard for you to track exactly how you ended up here. How you ended up being pushed against a bedroom wall. How you ended up with Druig’s lips attacking your neck. How you ended up letting out soft, delicate whimpers as your soulmate’s eager body pressed against yours.

It was so very hard hard to figure out. No matter how much you tried to focus, the timeline shifted and died out. And so you gave up wondering, gave up all logic and reasoning, truly let it all go in the moment, and happily pressed yourself into Druig.

Your hands locked onto his biceps, which were expertly pinning you to the wall. He had one left in between yours, his knee brushing against your core every now and then as he continued the assault on your neck. His hands roamed freely and curiously over almost every inch of your body.

"Druig…" You sighed as he worked on one particular area of your neck, no doubt making sure he left a pretty mark.

"Does this feel nice?" He asked in a low, dangerous whisper against your skin as he grounded into you again. "Does this feel right?"

All alarms in your head were screaming. The universe, the bond, all felt enflamed. It was so…so good.

You weren’t sure how you knew what to do but, instinctively, your grip went to entangle your fingers in his hair. Druig sighed against your neck as he continued kissing from your slightly exposed collarbone to your lips and back again.

"Druig, please," you muttered in shaky breaths. "M-More."

"More?" He said, his voice heavy on the teasing tone. "If that’s what my soulmate wants…" His words faded gloriously as one of his rough, tough hands made its way to the skirt of your dress. You hadn’t worn many dresses in your life upon finding yourself here but you were suddenly so glad it was like the only thing Druig had in your closet.

His teasing fingers danced along the inside of your thigh before tracing over the fabric of your panties. Like the dresses, they weren’t the most exciting piece of garment, but you could tell that wasn’t on Druig's mind as your eyes met one another. He held that intense, glowing eye contact while his hands dipped in your panties and found your sopping core. He let out a deep moan at the same time that you let out a whine.

"You do really want more, hmm?" Druig muttered against your lips. He was almost as close as could be as his fingers trailed over your sensitive area. "You can’t fake that kind of want, right, dear? Try to deny everything, deny what we are meant to be all you please, but your body can’t lie."

You didn’t know what to say — didn’t even know if you could make words should you suddenly get the idea — as Druig dipped two teasing fingers into your core.

"Not going to fight me on that, are you?" Druig asked after he stole a case while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that one particular spot with such ease.

You shook your head. No, you weren’t going to fight it. He knew that. You knew that. The bond knew that. Fate knew that.

You leaned into his touch. Gosh, no one has ever had you flustered so quickly. Your… Your former partner certainly hadn’t touched in such a way before.

Within moments, minutes, seconds, of receiving Druig’s touch you felt like you were going to combust, and then he had to go and surprise you with your thumb finding your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your eyes fluttered close in bliss. You were done in record time. You had never come to completion so quickly before it nearly shocked you off your feet. Your body shook, and your legs almost folded like gelatin. Thankfully, Druig was close enough to hold you up against the wall, but mentally you were certainly a puddle.

Druig chuckled in your ear as his fingers worked you through your orgasm. He was almost relentless like he was drunk off the power, which you had no doubt would be the case for him. He controlled almost everything in his life and he no doubt loved the fact he now had you.

Your high began to dissipate (albeit much slower than it built) and Druig’s fingers responded, slowing their motion, letting you take a breather.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Druig asked teasingly as he withdrew his fingers from your panties, slowly pulling them out from under the dress of your skirt, not-so-subtly making sure his hand brushed over your hot, sensitive skin.

You let out a little whine. "Druig, please," you muttered as his hand came up to caress your cheek. Begging seemed to be the only thing you had a grasp on and you could sense that Druig greatly appreciated that.

Druig wasted no time locking lips with you once again but on this go, his arms made their way around your body. He patted the back of your thighs and you knew immediately what he wanted. Your legs secured themselves around his waist while he held you up. As if your eyes hadn’t confirmed it early, your body did now: he was somehow not skipping arm day. Druig was a worker, much like his villagers, despite that powerful leader image. It was just one of the ways you noticed his love for what he had created and it made your bond shine.

Still skillfully locking his lips with yours, Druig maneuvered you around the room until your back was hit the soft comforters of your bed. Your shared bed. There had been an imaginary line you drawn on the bed, signifying each person’s spot, but it was out the window now. A bed you had so much reservations about now felt like paradise. In a way, it reminded you of the situation you were in right now.

Once you were comfortable, Druig went back to his assault on your neck while eager hands fumbled with the steps of your dress. You could feel him anxiously trying to pull the straps down but with your clunky positioning, it wasn’t working quite well.

"Come on," Druig murmured to himself as he continued his work. His lips left your skin to allow him to focus.

"Maybe I should stand—,"

You went to move — well, as much as you could move given the fact Druig was straddling you expertly — but then the sound of fabric ripping stopped you.

"Druig!" You gasped as coldness hit your skin and your ruined dress cascaded to the floor. You were left only in your panties now, the top of the sundress hadn’t allowed for much of bra.

Not surprisingly, Druig wasn’t bothered by his own actions. Or the results, as evident by his wandering eyes and lips that were threatening to pull into a smile. He was not shy about taking in every inch of you. Happily, his lips made their way from your neck to your breast then down to the softness of your stomach.

"Hush," he replied as he kissed your inner thigh, completely ignoring your panties or what they covered.

"Someone… Someone made that dress—" you gasped when Druig nipped a bit at your skin "—and you… you just ruined it."

Druig shook his head and peered up at you from his spot between your legs. It was…a sight. "Do you not have other dresses, dear?" He gripped your hips, his hold getting a little tighter with each question. "Have I not provided for you? Have I not treated you well?"

Your head was spinning again after such minimal clarity. "Y-Yes."

"Then why must you worry your pretty little mind about everything?" Druig asked with an exacerbated sigh.

To signify the conversation was truly over, Druig began pulling your panties down your legs and dispositions of that piece of your clothing as well. At least those were still intact.

Satisfied with submission, Druig made his way back up your body, kissing your skin at random as he went, even running another finger or two through your core which made you squirm hopelessly.

You two were soon face-to-face once again. His eyes were heavy, hypnotizing, as his stare bore into yours.

"You’re sure you want this?" Druig asked suddenly. You sensed his uncertainty, it hit you like a wave. You almost wanted to laugh at his question, really. He had ripped off your dress, got you completely naked, and thought he would’ve made it that far before you put on the brakes?

But you didn’t laugh, you answered truthfully, because you could tell the question meant something. "Yes, Druig. I want this." And you did, you really did. You didn’t know where the feeling had come from, how you had even found yourself here, but arguing with logic didn’t feel right.

Being loved by your soulmate was what felt right.

Your words was all he needed to hear, that last barrier between you two. The tension of it all evaporated as he shifted above you and you felt him penetrate your walls. The first stroke let out groans of pleasure from both of you, catching you nearly by surprise.

You hadn’t expected to feel so…full. So encapsulated by Druig in so many ways. Not only did his arms cage you in, but this physical connection sealed whatever deal was just made.

"So perfect," Druig mumbled and began to actually move once he was adjusted. You, on the other hand, didn’t know if you could ever adjust to him but you were along for the ride now.

He rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm, his hips hitting yours with such wonderful force. It only briefly passed your mind that you were completely naked and he was entirely clothed. The contrast of it was…not something you wanted to unpack right now. You truly were at his mercy in so many ways.

Why was the thought of that making you wetter?

Never letting up on his pace, Druig reached between you two to work on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The moment you felt his touch, your hands gripped his arms. You cried out his name, feeling your second orgasm already building like a racing fire.

"You good, darling?" Druig asked between heavy breaths. "You close? Gonna cum for me, your soulmate?"

His words sent another jolt through your body. You felt tears beginning to form in your eyes. All you could do was weakly nod as the fire in you roared.

"I want words, dear," Druig said, his voice low in warning. You could barely understand how he was able to speak while doing the things he was doing to you.

You tried to hold off from losing it right then and there. "Y-Yes," you replied softly. "Yes, I’m-I’m gonna—,"

Without warning, Druig’s stokes picked up. They became more sloppy and you had to shift your legs to accommodate his position. But for as much of a change as it was, he never let up, his brutal pace physically moving you up and down the bed.

"Then do it." Druig practically spat the words at you, no doubt a sign of his own release approaching, and of course you obeyed. You let that fire of an orgasm engulf you fully. Pleasure flooded all your senses, your skin was hot as you let out a mixture of whines and moans. Druig’s name slipped out here and there as if some sort of prayer.

As you had suspected, Druig was not too far behind you. Despite your orgasm hitting you like a train Druig’s pace and touches didn’t let up. He kept pounding into you, almost at an overstimulating rate, until his hips faltered and you felt his release coat you. You both let out groans at that sensation.

Coming down from his own high, Druig still kept himself planted in you as he pretty much collapsed onto your body, his arms winding their way around you to hold you close.

***

It was all perfect. Truly, perfect. Perfect was a word you didn’t know you could ever associate with this kind of moment. This place. With him. The way he held you felt so different yet so similar to that night under the stars. It was peaceful, just where you needed to be.

"You are everything I had hoped for," Druig said, breaking the silence with such a heavy confession. Your heart somehow began racing harder. You didn’t even want to begin to wonder if you could say such a thing to him.

You shook your head slowly. "Sounds like someone’s orgasm went straight to their head."

Druig shifted to his side, turning his head towards you. "No. You shouldn’t dismiss that."

But you did. You did dismiss it, instead of turning the topic to something more noteworthy.

"Have you ever been with anyone else?" It didn’t seem impossible and you certainly were no stranger to being with others but Druig knew that. You, though, couldn’t get a read on him very well. He certainly seemed a little…skilled.

There was an uncomfortable pause as you waited for Druig to respond. Your eyes were locked on one another. You waited patiently.

"Yes," he eventually said. "I have been with others but strictly for pleasure. It… It was all a long time ago and… and honestly, I was not even sure I had it in me for something more." Druig laid down again, breaking the eye contact. He rambled to you and the dark bedroom. "And then you stumbled into the village and it was like everything clicked. I felt…I feel so much for you. Pride, admiration, wonderment, worry, happiness… The whole spectrum was in me before you ever said a single word. I just saw your pretty face and I was hooked. You were finally here."

"Druig…"

"When you didn’t immediately reciprocate, I got worried. I thought I had been wrong or this universe was playing a cruel joke on me. But that wasn’t the case and never had been, had it? You were just a hard nut to crack." Druig chuckled. "I still like that, you know."

You were quite uncertain about how to respond. You always knew Druig was the passionate kind — you had literally felt it — but to hear just how deep it had ran and for how long it flowed through him surprised you for some reason.

As a new silence filled the room, Druig traced mindless patterns on your skin.

"You felt all that when you didn’t even know me?" You asked in a hushed whisper.

Druig nodded. "But as I’ve said before, I did know you. We knew each other in ways we hadn’t yet understood."

Were soulmate bonds truly like this? You tried searching in your brain for some reference from all the forums you had read but you couldn’t recall anyone ever describing it like this. No one had warned you, really. You thought you understood that and accepted the risk but this was a brand new world you were walking into.

After a moment, you mumbled, "I think we should get some sleep."

You had come to the conclusion you weren’t very good at this. Speaking to reciprocate feelings felt like suffocating most of the time. You guessed you only had your actions to rely on and hadn’t tonight been the ultimate showcase of love? At least, that was what was always portrayed.

"Of course," Druig replied. He undid the comforter you two were still above and pulled it over your naked bodies. For the first time in this shared bed, he snuggled in close to you. His arm was thrown around your waist and instinctively, you moved your head to the crook of his neck.

"Good night," you whispered.

"Good night, dear," he responded before placing a kiss on your cheek. Your skin burned happily.

***

You were awoken the next morning by a chilly breeze creeping over your skin. You shifted around, eyes still closed, trying to find more of the comforter and Druig for warmth.

However, as you moved, you quickly found you were alone in the bed.

You slowly blinked your eyes open, taking in the sunrise that was just peaking in from the bedroom window. You looked around, somewhat awake, to find that you were the only one in the room.

Huh? Had last night been an illusion? You were not only confused by this situation but hurt that such intimacy could be followed with…abandonment?

Fearing the worst, you called out into the empty room for your soulmate. "Druig?"

Seconds later, the door connecting the bedroom to the bathroom flung open. Druig appeared, his hair damp and disheveled. A towel hung loosely off his hips. He held a bar of homemade soap in one hand as he looked at you with grave worry.

"What’s wrong?" He asked — no — he demanded.

Oh. He had just been getting ready for the day, you realized… This early, though? He couldn’t take his time this morning after…everything? You didn’t know exactly what time it was but the headache forming in your brain told you it was early enough.

You shook your head. "N-Nothing. I just… You weren’t here, in bed. What are you doing up so early?"

Druig sighed. "I have some things to attend to."

You frowned. "Right now?"

Druig smirked a little at your concerned, needy gaze. "I’ll be back soon," he said with a breathless laugh as he turned back to the bathroom, leaving the door open this time.

You hmm’d. "What do you have to do?"

The smirk on Druig’s face dropped. "Things," he answered shortly, definitively, in a way that you knew meant you shouldn’t pry. But why was he becoming secretive all of a sudden after asking you to open up to him, to let him in?

"What things?" You asked against your better judgment. Regret pierced your heart when Druig shot you a look.

"I want you on kitchen duty again today," he replied, his voice emotionless and serious.

Seriously? Your brows raised in surprise. "Are you going off to…wherever you were yesterday?"

You watched Druig as he finished getting ready in the bathroom and then crossed the bedroom to his closet. Your eyes never left him as he picked out his apparel for the day. You waited but the longer he left you laying there, the worse you felt for asking.

"You should get some more rest," Druig finally said after he finished making sure his outfit was laying just so.

Another prying question was on your lips but you held back. When he looked over at you to make sure you heard him, you just nodded and tried to keep your anger at bay. No doubt Druig could sense your frustration but he didn’t comment on it.

Pleased with you seemingly dropping the subject, Druig crossed the room and placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a string of goodbyes. You still didn’t say anything as he left the bedroom.

It wasn’t until you heard the front door shut that you gave up your position as a statue.

You scrambled around the bedroom, pulling on your panties from yesterday and racing to your closet. You grabbed whatever dress you could find and threw it over your head, letting the skirt drop to below your knees. You adjusted the top slightly but, again, didn’t bother much with it.

You didn’t give a second thought about your hair or make-up or perfume or anything as you slipped on a pair of flats and raced out of the house, following Druig’s path specifically and precisely.

When you got to the bottom of the porch, you luckily could see Druig not too far off in the distance. He was walking towards what you categorized as the back of the village. You watched for a second before beginning your trek behind him. You kept an unsuspecting distance, utilizing trees as often as you could.

Druig was making his way to a group of worn-down houses, not too far from your own home. You probably could make out the buildings from your porch, among the chaotic wild plants of the area, had you stayed there.

You hadn’t been around these homes before but they didn’t look too different from other villagers’ homes. The only thing making them outstanding was that they were just…old. Like a first rendition of the current homes you knew.

But it wasn’t their appearance that really was of any concern — it was the fact Druig was walking into one of them with a hard look on his face.

You peered around a tree, just watching and…waiting. You really didn’t know what you were doing nor did you know what to expect. Maybe they were renovating it and he needed to oversee the progress? Or maybe he had another home for himself? That wouldn’t be too bizarre…right?

Druig didn’t spend much time in the home, though. Before you could really even blink he strutted back out and headed towards the center of the village.

Is this where he’s been going to? It didn’t seem very likely but also your curiosity was losing control. Perhaps the home could just give you some answers to his moody secretiveness?

After you heard Druig’s steps fade out, you again went against your better judgment again and crossed the open pathway leading up to the home. You climbed the shaky porch steps carefully, making sure to test every piece of wood before stepping. Once all seemed good, you made your way to the door.

The wood of the door was just as worn as the porch and it didn’t take much for it to open. It didn’t even appear to have a lock on it. The door just…moved and welcomed you inside.

Oh, the inside. To call it randown would be an understatement. Life hadn’t seen the inside of these halls, of these living quarters, for a good amount of time. Everything was bare, paint chipped away, and there was relatively no furniture.

Why… Why had Druig been here? What could possibly be here for him? The questions racked your brain as you continued your journey into the decrepit, abandoned home.

The home was laid out nearly exactly as your home was, so it didn’t take long for you to come up with what you assumed to be the bedroom.

Part of you thought to turn away. So far, there had been nothing here. It was just a house. Maybe Druig just liked the quietness of it. A leader needs to retreat every now and then, yes?

But the other part of you wouldn’t accept that. This was all too bizarre, even for someone as complicated as him.

Swallowing whatever guilt you felt, you pushed open the bedroom door and found it…empty. Well, almost empty. There was a dirty mattress in the middle and a small bedside table in the corner.

These two items didn’t seem too out of place — they were both dirty and old — but an item on the table caught your eye.

A wallet.

Specifically, a black leather wallet — that you immediately recognized.

You no longer had the mind to be rational or questioning. You marched across the room and snatched up the wallet. Flipping it open, you looked at the identification card inside. And your heart dropped.

"Dear," Druig’s voice called to you from the doorway. "What are you doing?"

You froze but didn’t dare look at him. You hadn’t even heard him come in — how had he known you were here? But maybe that question could wait until later. You looked back down at the item in your hand. You ran your fingers over the ID, over the familiar credit cards peaking out.

When you went to look into the cash slot, you noticed the table drawers were propped open just slightly. And they were not empty.

"Druig," you said, "what are you doing with my boyfriend’s belongings?"

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Druig Haunted House Headcanons

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Kingo: Hey Ikaris…

Ikaris: Yes?

Kingo: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Ikaris:

Ikaris, panicking: Where’s Y/N?

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Blue - 17/12/22 ~ You don’t feel like you belong in her world. (Makkari x gn!reader)

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what they're watching:

i saw this tik tok awhile back n it made me laugh my ass off

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Desolate [Part 3]

[Yandere!Ikaris/GN!Reader]

chapters: part one part two part four

Summary: You try to get used to Ikaris’ presence in your life.

[Warning for spoilers. Set after Eternals (2021), although quite a bit of canon is used loosely.]

Warnings: nudity, acts of violence, seizure(?), auditory hallucinations, cops

Do NOT interact if you are a minor.

edited. replaced picture.

Of course the cops would arrive to your house with the way you handled that disastrous emergency call, you summised to yourself, terrified. You immediately slammed the door shut on the officers and put your back against the door to reinforce it, quickly feeling the heavy knocks on the door getting more aggressive by the second. You turned around in panic, trying to think of some answer to bullshit to the police behind the door.

There was no way in fuck that you would be able to explain the busted car in your pathway, the horrendous emergency call, the alleyway, and the fact that you had a blue-clad superhuman who looked completely out of place in your small town.

Speaking of Ikaris, he still stood where he was and looked at you, absolutely dumbfounded. You quickly gestured to him to hide, hands wild as you pressed your back on the door, the heavy slams against the door reminding you that you both didn’t have much time to look less suspicious than you currently were. Thankfully, Ikaris had taken the panicked hints you were giving out and quickly raced to the back door next to the kitchen, behind the flight of stairs.

You breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing your face to relax yourself and smoothing your clothes as you opened the door once more to a very annoyed group of policemen, still waiting at your door.

“I am so sorry about that. Would you all like to come in? I can put on a kettle for tea...”

§

“Thanks for visiting officers! Appreciate the concern!”

Is what you chirp with a fake sweetness as the tea you’ve made sits cold and untouched on the kitchen counter while the policemen leave your house around an hour later. You quickly closed the door on them witha loud slam and cartoonishly slid down the door, screaming into your hands. You never really were overly fond of the authorities, and small town ones were not exempt from your general annoyance.

After a few bits of small talk and beating around the bush, they had started interrogating you while you had begun pulling out the teabags and turning on the electric kettle. They were mostly curious about the suspicious emergency call and the suspicious man who was heard choking you out. You knew that generally telling the police the truth would be helpful, but you were, frankly, absolutely done at 7:30 in the morning and just wanted to be left alone and unbothered. You had answered them with a few placid answers, nothing too noteworthy to arouse suspicion but not empty enough for them to be frustrated with you.

“I was sleep-deprived and probably hit a deer or something...I feel like I probably was trying to process everything that happened? I don’t know...”

“Oh, that was just a weirdo who wanted my cash. You know, with me being an out-of-towner, even though I’ve lived here for most of my life, hah...”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine....I don’t have any injuries besides a sore neck. I’ve already been to the doctor’s and...”

“Blood in the alleyway? Huh...I mean, I don’t have any open wounds...must be unrelated...”

You hoped those would keep them at bay. You did not want to talk to any of them any further.

Picking yourself out of the floor after having a much-too-long screaming session, you picked up the cold cups of tea and dumped them gently into the sink, too tired to bother washing them right at this very moment, despite hating dirty dishes in the sink. As you began walking towards the sooty couch in your living room, your thoughts suddenly shifted to the missing man in blue armour, who you were talking to just before the police had arrived.

“Wait, where was Ik—!?”

The back door slammed open as Ikaris strode into the living room right up to you, looking rather haggard, though you figured that he held up better than most, considering the fact that he literally fell out of the sky and busted your car. He seemed much more fatigued, yet his eyes burned like stars as he stared at you, utterly entranced as his face pulsated with gold wires of energy.

“Are they gone?” He asked, seemingly concerned for you. You shrugged, not particularly pleased that they were here in the first place despite them leaving rather quickly.

You quickly shifted your focus to eye him up and down, quickly realising that, in the last few hours of absolute chaos, you hadn’t realised that he looked absolutely fucking filthy. Soot caked his barely-held-together armour, and it seemed to be in even worse condition than it was an hour ago, cracks permeating the sooty plates of blue, along with a crackle of what seemed to be strange blackish charcoal here and there.

His face and hair also looked absolutely dirty, soot splattered along his face, along with the remnants of dried blood he had thrown up hours earlier. When his mouth opened to speak, you swore you could see reddish-gold stain his perfectly shaped teeth.

"I think my appearance disturbs you." It absolutely did. He looked horrifying.

“Well, yeah, obviously! You’re absolutely caked in dirt and what–why the fuck is your mouth still bleeding!?” You almost yelled, absolutely disturbed by his dirty appearance. The gold shimmering on his face stopped once again as he froze, the colour draining from his face as he stood in silence, unnerving you slightly.

You really needed him to freshen up as soon as possible, you thought to yourself, trying to dust some of the dirt off his chest plate, not noticing Ikaris faltering at your touch.

“Would you mind taking a bath or something? I can get fresh clothes for you. I assume you don’t have anything on you, right...?” You then trailed off, slightly annoyed at the fact that he was tracking dirt into the somewhat clean house.

"...Sure," he said, strangely stuck on the touch of your hand.

He wasn't one for many words, you thought to yourself as you dropped your now sooty hand back to your side, awkwardly standing in front of him.

“I really appreciate it. Now go, oh my god. I do not want to see your nasty ass until after you are squeaky clean,” you say as he’s already off to clean himself. He’s also on the wrong floor.

"Bathroom's on the second floor to the right, and it's UPSTAIRS! UPSTAIRS!

§

Ikaris sat naked on the edge of the bathtub, turning his head to look at the floor-length mirror standing at the edge of the pristine bathtub, his damaged and dirty armour having been immediately willed out of existence with a golden flourish as soon he had entered the bathroom and locked the door. All that was left were the remnants of dried blood scattered around his mouth, throat, and across his face, along with dirt caking his sallow skin.

He eyed the mirror with a hollow glare, eyes focused on the bruises that littered his bulky form. (Despite being an Eternal, those cursed blooms of blue and purple could still spread, although they thankfully didn’t stay for long.) The bath tap was running, being paid no attention as he sat still, thinking about everything and nothing all at once. His entire being felt like a shattered mirror of broken directives and base instincts that couldn’t seem to connect no matter how desperately he longed for it to, while every emotion he felt was wrong in every sort of way.

Yet, the overwhelming emotion he felt devour his entire mind was fear. Fear of what Arishem would do.

Tiamut was dead, that was for sure. He had seen the gargantuan Celestial’s eyes snuff out like a dampened sun on an overcast day, transmuted into crackled chunks of marble, a harrowing signal into the universe announcing that this world was to be disposed of. And worst of all, he had failed to stop the other Eternals from subjecting them to an inevitable fate, for Earth would be forsaken anyway, either by Tiamut rising or Arishem arriving to judge this cursed planet for its serious transgression.

Voices once again laugh at Ikaris, mocking him for even trying to stop the other Eternals from killing Tiamut. He growls to himself, trying to block them out and why are they so loUD WHY STOP LAUGHING STOP PLEASE STO—

“Hey, Ikaris, you alright in there? You were screaming, like, really loudly, and I could hear you from downstairs, you okay?”

Your lilting voice, muffled through the bathroom door, cuts through the cacophony of laughs and mocking like a knife through butter, shaking Ikaris out of what seemed to be an absolutely deafening screaming session. Quickly rubbing his face to regain his bearings, he stands up from the bathtub he was sitting on with a wobble, the water almost filled up to the edge, steam filling the room rapidly. He walks over to the door, answering with an “Aye, I’m alright. Just...going through something.”

He hears you sigh. “Alright, but if anything’s wrong, just let me know,” you say, voice slowly fading away as you walk away from the door.

Ikaris tries to ignore the strange longing stop thinking like this you don’t love them you should love them what is wrong with you you stop thinking about them like this stop stop stop you love them? do you? DO YOU? he has for your voice as he returns to the tub, turning the squeaky tap off. He quickly sinks into the scalding hot water, completely submerging himself as he stops breathing, wishing that he could actually drown or burn like a normal human being would.

The blistering heat of the bathwater is a peculiar yet welcome comfort, and Ikaris sinks once more into the restless black abyss of sleep with an aching heart that strangely hurts for you, the last thought on his mind being your warped voice joining in the twisted choir of his shame, laughing at him for his pathetic existence.

§

Ikaris quickly became a welcome presence in the two weeks you’ve stayed in your hometown so far, settling in pretty quickly despite the unusual circumstances of his arrival. (Your gut instinct yells for you to think of why you decided to bring a superhuman —if he was even human— stranger into your life, especially one you had never heard of, unlike the much-too-famous Avengers. You push it away.)

Throughout the past week or so, he had been helping you with fixing the house whenever you wanted him to, especially with some of the more difficult parts while you were freshening up the more antiquated aspects of your late parent’s house. This had been a pretty difficult process for you, as you loved them with your entire being, but they were...in a better place, and you had to try to move on without them in your life. Freshening up the house was a way for you to at least try to do so.

(Your gut screams at you once more to not let Ikaris be near you or get anywhere close in your personal life, family and all. Irritated, you shove it into inexistence.)

Meanwhile, a concerning amount of Deviants had been popping up around the world once more, some of them appearing near your hometown, which you were oblivious too.

Ikaris, at the vast pine forest behind the town, had noticed a small pack of winged, hound-like Deviants wandering around one day while he had been discreetly flying around, gathering some wood for your fireplace at home. Of course, he couldn't believe it at first, thinking them to be nothing more than his own delusions returning to haunt him.

He was instantly proven wrong when a particularly scrappy Deviant decided to launch itself at Ikaris, wings unfurling as it tackled him, making him drop most of the kindling as it attempted to drag him down to the leafy ground. It was unsuccessful, which was putting it kindly, as Ikaris immediately grabbed the Deviant off him and brutally swung it to the ground with a growl, the gross squelch of black blood and gore splattering the forest floor, instantly killing it.

Ikaris heaved, breaths getting more ragged and frenzied by the second as he eyed the dropped kindling he had been collecting for you, a complete mess on the leafy ground. Usually, something like this shouldn't have induced such a livid reaction, but it did, and he could only see red.

With white-hot, searing wrath THEY RUINED YOUR CHANCE WITH THEM THEY RUINED IT KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL KILL THEM THEM flowing through his blood, the remaining kindling in his hand was brutally crushed into splinters and chips in a fit of rage. At the same time, golden beams were immediately shot by a royally pissed-off Ikaris at the rest of the Deviants as they also launched themselves at him. His core directives were to correct excess deviation, after all. (Ajak’s disembodied voice would cruelly remind him that he was the one who set them free from the ice to kill her, and left Gilgamesh dead in their wake. Ikaris snarls, pushing the voice to the back of his mind as he blasted at another Deviant.)

His shattered, broken beyond repair core directives instructed him to kill any hostile Deviant. And that he did.

What those directives didn’t say though, was to completely brutalize them. And yet, Ikaris was using his brute strength to drag their deaths out, ripping sinew and muscles apart with complete ease, bursts of oily blood showering the Eternal. One particularly unfortunate deviant was cleanly ripped in half from head to toe, screaming in agony as it reached a brutal end in the hands of an angered Eternal.

As he finally descended onto the leafy ground after the fight, heaving breaths were finally starting to slow down. Ikaris felt much less wound up and aggravated, as if he was in a comfortable trance. Deviant blood was generously splattered across his face and clothes as he looked around, sighing quietly at the absolute massacre he caused, corpses of the Deviants quickly disintegrating away, leaving only oily black blood and some gore behind. The sight was strangely cathartic, he thought, quietly soaking in his surroundings.

His foot gently nudged the pile of kindling that had been dropped and it collapsed with a few clunks, snapping him out of his daze, realizing the gravity of the situation.

In all his rage about the kindling and you, He had forgotten about your reaction. He knew you would panic and start asking questions, as any average person would if you saw him covered in dark blood, no matter his explanation. He hadn’t even told you he was a fucking Eternal yet. He had never planned to, either, having not expected to live this long. He had to get rid of the blood before you noticed.

Swiftly grabbing the kindling, and swaddling it in his arms, he launched himself towards your house, flying as fast as could before you arrived home, a strange longing in his heart and soul lingering.

(He wonders why you, a mortal’s opinions mattered so much to him. He never felt this attached to anyone, not even Sersi.)

§

As the sky darkens with grey clouds, Ikaris sneaks into the house through the back door with the kindling, not noticing you watching the television, the channel turned to the afternoon news. As he quietly drops off the kindling on the kitchen counter, his quiet steps going upstairs are interrupted by a squeaaaak of the stairs’ wooden planks. He wonders, annoyed, why he didn’t think to fly up the steps as he hears your voice.

“Ik? Is that you?” You yell out from the living room. You don’t notice him, as the stairs are blocked by the living room wall, which he is silently grateful for.

“Aye, it’s me. I’m just going to take a bath!” He yells out. He prays that you don’t come up the stairs.

“Wait, Ik, don’t start yet! The bathtub’s clogged! I just— gimme a sec! I’ll come up and fix it for you!”

Ikaris blanches at the thought of you seeing him covered in blood, and he quickly tries to fly up the steps and reach the bathroom. He reaches the bathroom door and tries to twist the knob, only to find out that it’s locked. Great, he mentally screams, panicking.

“Ik, you should have seen the news today, like, there’s a huge-ass statue in the middle of the Indian Ocean, and no one knows what caused it, it’s like a total—HOLY FUCK WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?” You immediately yell, staring right at a blood-covered Ikaris, who is desperately trying to open the door without brutalising it into shards of wood and metal. He looks at you, white-faced and clammy, standing straight up as he walks towards you.

“What did you say?”

“I...Ik, what happened to you?” You’re both terrified and concerned.

“It’s, it’s nothing. What’s this about a statue in the middle of the ocean!? I need to know,” he begs, holding your hands in his bloody ones. His eyes seem glassy with tears, and you feel a primordial fear pool in your gut.

“I...”

You hear the loudest BOOM in your life as you instinctively launch yourself away from any close windows, pulling your hands away from Ikaris, who remains still. You hear a booming voice from the skies above, and you swear it’s a god or the end of the world, and honestly, both were kind of inevitable with how the world was going since the Avengers and the Blip. You look up from the floor you were laying down on and see Ikaris’ face swirl glowing gold, his body stiff and unyielding.

“You have chosen to sacrifice a Celestial for the people of this planet.”

The largest voice you’ve ever heard shakes your entire house, vibrations rocking your body and launching you off the floor. The golden threads swirling across Ikaris’ body glow manically, unstable light pulsing across his skin.

Arishem is here, he realises, the golden swirling quickly starting to hurt.

“I will spare them, but your memories will show if they are worthy to live.”

Ikaris starts to convulse, collapsing to the ground as the house vibrates continuously. You grab onto his convulsing form, looking at his agonised face, as he looks at you for any kind of mercy. You’re panicking as you try to lay him on his side and prevent him from falling down the stairs, while the voice continues to boom across the entire Earth, you realise in a panic.

“And I will return for judgment.”

Ikaris is absolutely screaming in pain at this point and the golden swirls look more like cracks across his body, glowing so brightly you can barely look at his strained form, having to close your eyes, still trying to keep him from falling down the stairs as the light and vibrating reaches its fever pitch.

And suddenly, everything stops. The earthquake, Ikaris convulsing, the voice, the golden light. Everything.

You’re heaving with exhaustion, opening your eyes to see Ikaris passed out, eyes half-lidded and slowly closing.

Fuck. Not again.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Sporadic updates.

Reblogs appreciated.

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