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deceitfuldevil · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet with Druig the Eternal

Warnings: Exactly as the title states, 18+ minors do not interact. Mentions of overstimulation, assumed unprotected sex, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), praise, degradation, CNC, cream pies, edging, teasing, semi-public sex, choking, gender neutral reader? (Tell me if that’s wrong), not proofread and written when I had been awake for 35 hours straight.

Word count: 2K

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Druig has known he has more time than most on this world since the dawn of the earth, and he uses that fact to his advantage when taking care of you after sex. Even after you’ve finished, he never just pulls away to end things. Druig always fucks you through and through your orgasms, his slender digits still scissoring slowly inside of you as the wave of euphoria you just experienced fully passes. He will wordlessly make his way into your mind and repeat over and over again how good you did and how beautiful you look. Letting those soft praises play on loop as he steps away only for a moment to grab a warm cloth to clean you up, then tossing the fabric aside and tucking you into his side as he holds you close until you drift to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Druig doesn’t care much for one part of himself over another, but when it comes to you your eyes are his favorite part about you. He loves turning them gold when he encapsulates you with his powers, he loves the way your eyes flutter back into your head as he pleases you so intently, he loves how you will look directly at him as if he’s the most interesting man in the world.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Knowing that Eternals cannot produce children is something Druig used to both of your advantages, because while he still can cum, there’s no chance of getting you pregnant when he does so. So obviously Druig loves to stuff his cum as deep inside of you as possible, in the most primal ways he can think of, always adding in a few more thrusts for good measure to make sure you’re nice and full of his essence <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After you and Druig established consensual non-consent his favorite thing to do is sneak into your mind when you’re sleeping and make you start dreaming about him inside of you, so that when you wake up it’s the first thing on your mind and you immediately pounce on him, and what do you know, somehow he’s always ready to go.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Druig is older than some fossils, and he has more knowledge than any well versed historian could ever dream of. So yes, I think it’s safe to say he’s well-versed in pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As much as Druig loves to use his powers in the bedroom his favorite position is when he’s sitting up and you’re on his lap riding him like no tomorrow. Your hands placed firmly on his board shoulders to help steady yourself as you bounce up and down his length, your forehead resting on top of his head as you focus on not finishing too soon while soft whines escape your lips. Your chest right in his face where he has full view of his second favorite part of you. Druig loves when you’re fucking yourself on him and he gets to watch how much you truly enjoy it more than anything else.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As much as Druig shows his softer side for you, that soft side isn’t around much in the bedroom. In the moment Druig’s main focus is your pleasure, and there’s nothing goofy about that. He won’t crack a joke until you’re throughly fucked out and can’t even understand his words.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s no animal, but he always keeps things realistic. The carpet matched the drapes, and he keeps himself fairly well groomed down there because it’s what works best for both of you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter if it’s a quickie or if it’s an all night long marathon, Druig is always deeply intimate and in the moment with you. Soft, dirty words whispered in your ear to edge you on. Always touching you in more than one place at a time to keep you guessing and begging for more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacking off has never been something Druig felt the need or urge to do, but most frequently his hand falls upon himself when his mouth is busy pleasuring you. He can’t contain himself when he hears your beautiful moans and tastes your sweet juices on his lips. Druig will have his nose buried in your essence and moan into your heat as he gives his throbbing member a few swift tugs, holding himself off from doing anything more until you’ve finished first.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s somewhat controversial but as mentioned earlier, consensual non-consent (CNC) is one of yours and Druig’s favorite actives in bed. It’s so relaxing to just let him take over your entire mind and when you come back around you’re completely fucked out. It’s great for Druig too to make you make of mess of yourself for him before diving into you himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

There’s a lot of places Druig likes to do the deed with you. A beautiful waterfall hidden in the Amazon forest, tucked away in the garden of his followers making, even on the rainforest floor because he loves how primal it feels to literally fuck you into the ground. But his favorite place of all to fuck you is on top of the alter stand in his humble house of worship. Laying your back against the cold flat wood while your arms are wrapped around his neck he’ll imagine that all of his disciples are with you two in the house of worship witnessing the way he is thrusting in and out of you. Because your moans are the highest prayer of all.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Druig is so completely and utterly obsessed with you that just about anything you do can and will get him going. You’ll be tending to a garden and he’ll tell you how pretty you look on your knees, or it will be extra humid out and you’ll be putting your hair up in a ponytail and next thing you know he’s pulling your hair back and flattening his palm against your neck, telling you your heart is starting to race.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play is a no for Druig. He never wants to feel older than you, wiser than you, or above you in any way. He wants to be your equal, and doesn’t like to be reminded of all the years he’s endured on this earth before he met you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As pretty as you look with his cock stuffed down your throat, Druig prefers to be the one pleasing you instead of you pleasing him. He would spend days on end if you’d let him with his tongue prodding expertly at your entrance and his nose pushing up against your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A little bit of everything is always the right way to go in Druig’s opinion. He’ll almost always start off slow and sensual, and work in those high energy moments where you’re babbling and screaming his name as he roughly jack rabbits into you sending you over the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Druig would never turn down a quickie, especially if presented with the chance. Most of your quickies happen when he loses his resolve and just needs to have your right then and there, and there’s nothing more satisfying than simply being able to take you whenever and wherever he wants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There’s two kinds of risky situations Druig will put you in. One is when you two have the quickies and he’s fucking you in an open garden or in his house of worship with the door unlocked, and he loves knowing any one of his followers could spot you two at any given moment. The other risky situation Druig likes to put you in is around the Eternals when he will get a little too handsy under the table or even under a shared blanket during movie night, you’re more of risk than he is in these situations because you’re the one who always makes a sound.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Never forget this man is a celestial, a god essentially. There’s no such thing as needing a break for him or running out of energy in the bedroom. Druig aims to please and please and please you until you can’t take anymore, only when you’re satiated, so is he.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Technological advancements weren’t always Druig’s favorite part of evolution, but as soon as he learned what good can come from adding a cheeky little vibrator into the mix, it became his new best friend.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As an eternal Druig does have duties and responsibilities to attend to, and it’s always when he’s about to go off on a mission or busy himself with something else entirely when he really leans into teasing and taunting you. Mostly going inside of your head, telling you exactly what to do, and how you’re going to do it without him ever being there. But hell never let you finish yourself off without him there, but he’ll tease and edge you for hours if he can. He’s unfair but the reward is so worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s definitely not overly loud or vocal in bed aside from giving demands and or praises, maybe a little grunting or whining if he’s close and ready to finish. But overall he’s pretty quiet so he can tune into the sounds you’re making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Druig loves to make you cum as many times as possible, especially if he’s going down on you he’ll make sure to double down on his actions immediately after you’ve finished to build up another twice as intense orgasm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is handcrafted, not a flaw or an inch missing anywhere on that man. He’s surely not too large to the point where you’re in pain every time, and by no means small in any way shape or form. His girth is slightly larger than average, always a right squeeze of a delicious one. His length will hit your cervix when he’s holding tightly onto your hips and slamming into you repeatedly, other times when he’s not as rough he’s got a bit a curve that brushed against your g spot in just the right place to have you seeing starts every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Druig had a past with people who are now lost to history, but he never felt for them the way he feels for you. Therefore Druig is always yearning for you, willing to take you whenever you ask, and to do whatever you need.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

To circle back to the beginning, Druig will always make sure you’ve fallen asleep first afterwards in case you need a glass of water or something to that effect. Once you’re snoring softly in his embrace, he pulls your impossibly closer and allows sleep to take him as well.

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A/N

Been a minute since I wrote but I’m trying to post at least one fic of some sorts every month and with this I’ll actually still be on track!! Can’t even begin the go on about the shit happening in my daily life but I hope I will start writing again more soon.

Thanks for reading <3

Much Love,

—Skyler

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tinythebunni · 1 year

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Druig x innocent reader

Such a Dumb Little Thing

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Druig is not a good man. Sure, he’s an immortal eternal, but by no means was he a hero. Hero’s are good people, hero’s only ever have good intentions. Hero’s do no wrong. But he’s saved people, he’ll be saved the planet! But what he planned on doing to you, that made him lose all hero points.

Druig first saw you 2 years after the emergence. After he rebuilt his village, he decided to move to Queens. He had some friends there after all.

Once he arrived at the Avengers Tower and had a brain cell splitting conversation with Loki’s oaf of a brother Thor, he went to the library to find him.

Once he saw his old friend, he stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice his presence. But you can’t exactly scare the God of Tricks, now can you?

“You seem as brooding as ever.” Loki said with mirth in his voice.

“And you seem as depressed as ever. How’s the daddy issues?”

“How’s the fake God?”

Eventually, neither one of them could keep it together. As soon as their eyes connected they burst out laughing. They gave each other a side hug and reconnected.

Druig is in the living room now, listening to Loki hum an Asgardian hymn. Druig was listening as he read The Odyssey. He was half way done when the elevators opened up, with two teens stepping out.

One, being Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man. The arachnid avenger. The second, being unknown to Druig. But he wanted to change that. This one drew him in.

She was tall, most likely above 5’7. Soft locks flowing down to her breasts, wavy and beautiful. Her eyes, a beautiful dark brown. But her clothing, a beautiful indicator of her innocence.

This angel in front of him, this goddess, was wearing a pink milkmaid dress. Her tits practically flowing out the top. The dress just barely covered her ass, falling down to mid thigh. She had on knee high socks with a light pink bow in the middle, and Mary Janes to cover her feet.

She was a wet dream. With her hair in pigtails and adorned in bows, she looked ready for him to take her. And yeah he meant fuck when he said “take her” but he also meant literally take. He planned on kidnapping her.

In his mind, it wasn’t exactly kidnapping. It was relieving her of her duties. She’d be his pretty little housewife. His own personal cum dump. She’d walk around in that dress or only an apron and knee socks. His pretty house wife.

“Oh, hi mister Loki! This is Y/N, she’s my friend from science!” Peter said.

It seemed Druig hadn’t been noticed yet. But you noticed him. You were staring, quite hard to be honest. His leather jacket made him seem all the more attractive.

“H-Hello! I’m Y/N, but you already knew that. Peter just introduced me, I’m sorry that was dumb.”

She’s cute. Quite adorable actually.

“Hello Bunny. Pleasure to meet you.” Had you not been standing, you would’ve clenched your legs together. A way to relive the ache between your thighs.

You’d let him use you if it meant he’d kiss you. You barley knew the man but you’d made up your mind.

“I, um, oh my god. I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too! What’s your name?” You asked as you sat next to him on the couch. Peter would’ve taken a picture if he had his camera on him.

You, dressed in pink and white, cheeks aflame and thighs clenched. Next to this Eternal, dressed in all black, brooding and a dark demeanor to him. Truly comical.

“I’m Druig. I’m a friend of Loki’s.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you! Loki’s really nice to me, so any friend of his is a friend of mine!”

“Oh bunny, I don’t wanna be your friend.” Druig said with a smirk. Loki and Peter took this as a cue to leave, you two looked five seconds from fucking.

With teary eyes you asked, “you don’t?”

“Oh no bunny. I wanna be more than that. I wanna do some things that friends that don’t do with each other.” And with that, he walked to the guest room

It’s been a week. You’ve come over to the tower every day since you met Druig. Everyday it was a game of cat and mouse. He’d stare and you’d blush and never look. Too scared to even try. But tonight was different.

Peter invited you to have a sleepover and you gladly accepted. You guys watched Star Wars (Peter’s choice) and Barbie (your choice).

It’s 2am now. Peter’s sleep, has been for a while. You on the other hand, haven’t fallen asleep yet. You’re horny (all Druig’s fault) and hungry. A bad combination.

Walking out to the kitchen, you grab an apple and sit on the counter. While scrolling on your phone, you hear foot steps walking towards you. You don’t look up, half expecting it to be Peter.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up before New Years. Surprise surprise.”

“Ooh, you’ve got a slick tongue, now don’t ya.” You look up at the voice of the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts.

“I know a few tricks with my tongue too.” He says with a smile. Two can play at that game.

“Proof?”

“Oh my god! mmm nghhhh! Please Druig please!” You’re on his bed now, completely naked, while he’s still fully covered. Leather jacket on and everything.

Suddenly he stops. Removes his fingers from your puffy cunt, tongue from your clit, and head from in between your thighs.

You whine in protest, writhing and whimpering with need. You open your mouth to speak, but Druig beats you to it.

“Call me Daddy.”

You nod your head and beg him to continue. He lays his right hand on your abdomen to keep you from arching up. The thumb on his left hand finds your clit and runs figure eights. He just seems to be doing everything right.

You get close in seconds, it’s your first time even being touched like this. You’ve never even touched yourself before! You’ve never masturbated! (Your slick coating Mr.Carl the bear begs to differ.)

He can tell your close, he gets impossibly faster with his thrusts. Your a moaning mess underneath his hands, turning into putty for him to use.

The bed is moving too much for it to be just from him fingering you. You sit up just a little bit to look down and confirm your suspicions. Druig is jumping the corner of the bed. Hot.

The sight of Druig grinding against the bed sets you over the edge. You cum all over his hand, your slick covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm.

“Mhmm, virgins get wet so easily. Can’t wait to feel your soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You thought he’d stop already. You’d already came, that much was evident, so why was he still pumping his fingers in and out of you?

“Mmm, dr-daddy it’s too much!”

“Be quiet or I’ll shut you up myself.” Don’t gotta tell you twice.

You muffle your whimpers with the palm of your hand, the other one finding the bed sheets to ground yourself. You were feeling floaty already.

Druig making you call him daddy, the overstimulation of him fingering you, and the tears slowly running down your cheeks was too much.

You slipped your thumb into your mouth, a coping mechanism you used when overwhelmed. Usually when you do this you’re stressed because of a test, not because you’re being fingered by an absolute God.

“Such a dumb bunny, I beg there’s not a single thought in your head right now that ain’t about me” Druig smiled. Keeping his eyes on you, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He planned on making you cum 4 times tonight. One orgasm for each time you made him hard that day.

You could feel him deep inside you, his tongue claiming you all over again. You squirmed as you found yourself getting close to the edge again. And Druig new this too.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum, look away, and I’ll stop and leaving you begging me to cum.” You nodded in submission and listened.

Once you found yourself about to cum, you looked at Druig with begging eyes. You looked so pathetic right now, it made him chuckle. The vibrations from his laughter sent you over the edge. Your eyes almost rolled back, but Druig smacked your thigh before they could.

While Druig helped you ride out your orgasm, you made eye contact the entire time. Once your high was over, you were left panting and staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh baby, we aren’t even close to done yet.”

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Seven | "Wishing"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Masturbation

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Porn with no plot, just 200 words of Druig fucking himself

*•.¸♡Paring : Druig x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : With you gone for the week, Druig is left to please himself

*•.¸♡words : 215

Druig bit down on his lip, his fist getting faster as it pumped his cock. He could feel the growing pressure inside of him, the intensity growing with each twitch of his cock, every throb of his nerves. "Ugh," he grunted. He closed his eyes, forcing his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth. Druig could feel his high growing closer and his fist tightened around his hard cock.

He wished you were here, that it was your delicate hands fisting his cock. That you were clenching around him as he fucked himself inside you. Instead, it was left to him to imagine you below him, whining and moaning for him.

Faster and faster he pumped, his rhythm increasing. His breathing came faster, more ragged, and he could feel his orgasm building with each stroke. He stroked and fucked into his fist.

His orgasm hit him like a hard fist to the chest, and he moaned, collapsing back against the pillows He was panting, his skin damp with sweat. He felt as though he had run a marathon or something, and now he was spent.

He clenched his eyes tight as the orgasm crawled through his body. He gasped, and it was a high-pitched noise. His toes curled, and his breath came in deep pants.

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Druig Masterlist

Here is a page entirely made up of my work involving my favorite Eternal: Druig!

It's filled with oneshots, series, and my OG story called Light My Love! I will also add the Melody Series here as well :)

Please enjoy, and don't be afraid to send over requests or prompts for me to dive into with Druig:

*The Divider and Banner art is beautiful created by @firefly-graphics*

Calling - Fluff and a hint of smut

Don't Let Me Go = Angst and Fluff

Our Di (Drukkari X Reader) - Fluff and a hint of Angst

Soothe = Angst and Fluff

Take the Leap = Mostly Fluff

Milo = Angst

NSFW:

Goddess

Speechless

Ignite

Blossom

Dandelion Wine Series 🌼

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder Series

Sparrow Series

Paradise 🌺 Series

Darling Astrid Series

Light My Love 🌌 (OG Series)

Druig, Clío and Melody Series 🌹

A Longing Heart - Angst and Fluff

Beautiful Soul - Angst and Fluff

Boo! - Fluff

Burden - Angst

Decompress - Angst and Fluff

Defender - Angst and Fluff

Healer - Mostly angst with a hint of fluff

Just You - Mostly Angst with Fluff in the end

Kaleidoscope Eyes - Fluff

One on One - Mostly Angst but with Fluff

Only For You - Angst and Fluff mixed together

Shining Armor - Fluff

You? A Bore? - Angst and Fluff

Will You? -Angst with Mostly Fluff

Tangled - Smut (18+)

Soft - fluff

My requests are open for any requests, prompts, or ideas for Druig! Enjoy:)

Tagging: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @charlie-heatons-whxre @steve-harringtons-slut @heartofwritiing @vinvantae @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin @basicrese

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itsapeterthing · 1 year

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I’ll be honest, I’d love to request a Druig Halloween blurb…I just don’t know exactly what to request. All that I can think of is somehow having the reader be a librarian (it’s my favorite trope, seeing as how I am one myself). Maybe Druig volunteered to do a story time for kids at Sersi’s prompting and he was so popular, he was asked back to do a spooky Halloween one? Idk…I’ll leave it up to you.

PS: I love your work so much!!!

T’was Halloween Night || Druig

a/n: i’m sorry this is so short and so last minute but i hope you enjoy this little halloween fic!

word count: 1k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || druig masterlist

A shiver ran through you as you stepped into the library, the door shutting behind you as the warmth from the inside welcomed you in. The lights had been dimmed by this time of night and the warm, orange glow of the halloween decorations you had expertly strung up two weeks before reminded you of what day today was: Halloween.

You unraveled your scarf from around your neck and noted the vacancy at the front desk. Despite your coworker’s disappearance, however, you weren’t alone. You heard a man’s voice carry from the children’s room and with it, the excited gasps of the kids who came for story time, thrilled by the tale at hand. As you hung your scarf on the hook, you followed the voice through the threshold and smiled.

On the colorful rug were a scattered group of children, dressed to the nines in their costumes with their parents by their side, and in the middle of them a man who looked much to out of place between them.

His dark hair was in his face as he read and his black leather jacket nearly distracted from the different accents he used for each of the characters in the story- his voice fluctuating with each line.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he sat in the wooden chair that was far too tiny for him, hunched over to find the words on the page. Despite his stature and admittedly brooding appearance, it was evident that the kids just adored him.

Without realizing, you smiled along with his story until the very last line when the kids erupted in pitter pattered applause.

And you couldn't help but join them.

As the applause fell and the parents escorted their kids out of the library and into the cool Halloween night to begin their trick-or-treating, you realized as the last child left that all that remained were you and the unnamed man.

With the room drowned in nothing but the “Halloween Party” playlist your coworker had left on, you watched as he shrugged on his leather jacket. Maybe it was the fact that you were spending Halloween alone, working or the way he had a magnetic energy towards him despite his demeanor, but you didn’t want to allow him to leave so easily.

“You did a great job.” You complimented him. “The kids loved you.”

Looking up from digging into his pockets, he shrugged and rolled his eyes.

“I think everyone just likes a good story.”

“Do you?” You asked.

“Do I what?”

“Enjoy a good story.”

He thought for a moment.

Pushing himself up from the stool, he chuckled to himself.

“I’ve been a part of far too many to say.” He replied. “Ask me an easy question, Y/n.”

Your name slipping from his lips both flustered you and invigorated you. You both were hyperaware that you had never shared your name, but as shocked as you were, you hated to admit that you weren't as uneasy as you were intrigued.

“How do you know my name?”

The soft smirk that painted his face was both welcome and infuriating at the same time.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Are you a ghost?” You asked, only half joking.

The laugh that erupted from his chest proved the side that was being truthful, wrong.

“In some places.” He said. “Though, not here. If that’s what you're worried about.”

He slowly crossed the room to you, his hands behind his back as he did. You straightened against the wall of the threshold, watching his every step and memorizing the way he walked over to you in pure confidence and cockiness. Usually you hated a man who exuded any of it, but you could tell every ounce of it was justified- far from the men built up by feigned respect you accounted usually.

“So you’re human then?”

He smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

You were suddenly aware of how close he stood to you.

His chest was practically against yours and although you could see his face, you swore he was close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

“Naturally inquisitive.” You responded.

The lack of movement from either of you ushered the lights in the room to shut off, leaving the both of you basking in the warm, orange glow of the Halloween lights.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked.

Choked up by his proximity to you, you nodded.

“Would you like to get get coffee?” He asked. “After your shift, of course.”

You had to admit that you had opened your mouth to respond as soon as he asked the question but shut it a moment later when he responded to your protests without a word. It was almost as though he could read your mind.

“You’d like that wouldn't you?”

Standing up straight, you stuck your nose up.

“Maybe I would.”

“Well,” He said, leaning in closer. “It’s a date, then.”

As quick as he leaned into you, he pulled away and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

“That’s what you humans say anyway, right?”

Glancing at his figure from his shoes to his eyes, you nodded.

“That’s right, Mr...?”

Knowing where you were headed, he chuckled and stepped backwards.

“Druig.”

Watching as he, Druig, stepped towards the door, a part of you felt a breath that you hadn't;t even noticed you had been holding escape your lungs.

His stride was long and quick and before you knew it, he stood at the entrance with his back towards you. Druig’s face peaked over his shoulder as his hand met the handle.

“Happy Halloween, Y/n.”

And just like that, he left, with only the cool breeze that slipped in as the door shut behind him there to greet you.

You found yourself wondering who he was, or, rather, what he was, but as a couple walked in behind him, you found peace in the fact that you would find out later that Halloween night.

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eternalslover · 2 years

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YO WRITERS OF TUMBLR

WHERE DID ALL THE ETERNALS CONTENT GO 😭😭😭

PLEASE I NEED MORE OF IT

KINGO, SERSI, MAKKARI, DRUIG ECT

PLEASEE

AND IDEC WHAT YOU WRITE

I.E. FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST, DRABBLES, HEADCANONS, ONESHOTS ECT

I AM LIVING OFF OF CRUMBS AT THE MOMENT

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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Treacherous (12)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: angst (but not like that's new or anything lmao) 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.

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"I believe I told you to get some rest," Druig replied after a heavy minute, completely dodging your question. You still refused to look at him, opting to keep your back to the doorway, where he stood. Your eyes were trained on the little table in this unsettling room, your fingers gripped your boyfriend’s wallet like your life depended on it.

He… He had to have been here. Here. In the village. In the same space as you. He had found you. He must’ve known — but you never saw him. Never had a single clue.

Your brain was racing. Your hands were shaking.

"Why won’t you answer any of my questions?" You snapped back.

Druig cleared his throat. Was he close to crying as well, you wondered. "I was trying to protect you from this."

Protect? You could almost laugh. "He was here, wasn’t he? He came looking for me."

"He was just passing through—,"

"You’re lying," you cried. His words could say what they wanted, but the bond never led you wrong. You could feel the guilt, shame, worry, panic… "He had been searching for me, right?"

Druig’s voice turned soft. "Yes."

You angrily tossed the wallet back on the table and slammed the drawers completely shut. "Where is he now?"

"I sent him back on his way after we had a chat." He sighed. "It wasn’t until I found a makeshift campsite nearby that I realized he left behind some items. You’ve found the remnants."

"Druig…"

"Would you have gone?" Druig asked. You heard the floorboards creek behind you, signaling his approach. "Be honest with me, dear. Please. Would you have truly left with him?"

You nearly couldn’t believe he was asking you this. Like that was the most important topic at the moment. But you could just about understand his eagerness to propose the question. You hated that part of this the most, you think.

"I was never given the option so I don’t know," you answered briefly. Dismissively, almost, but this situation is anything but something you could dismiss. It was a cop-out of an answer and you both knew it.

The floorboards creaked once again. And then you felt Druig’s burning touch on your hips. He couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep ending up in such positions that tempted you to give in to everything.

"Maybe you do know," he muttered against your neck. "Maybe deep down."

"No." You shook your head and pushed yourself out of his arms, not wasting a second to get to the doorway of the bedroom, trying to put as much space between you two as possible. "Don’t you dare do that. Don’t… Don’t try to think for me or tell me what I’m feeling, Druig." You had to stop to take a breath as your voice cracked. "I—I don’t want to think about it right now."

You waited a moment for Druig to reply but nothing ever came. He just stared back at you, his eyes holding something unreadable.

He didn’t say anything to your heartbroken spiel. He didn’t say anything as you left the bedroom. He especially didn’t say anything when you left the home and went to the only thing you had left that didn’t resolve around your soulmate. The last thing you felt at the moment you could call yours: chores.

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You didn’t know why you were choosing to now obey Druig’s orders, but you let your feet carry you to the kitchen hut. Still being the very early hours, no one else was reporting for duty. You could see some early-riser villagers off in the distance but you were the only one in your area.

Honestly, you probably would have preferred it if it stayed that way. You did not forget about the fact you probably looked like a disaster. You tried patting down your hair and rubbing your eyes to make yourself look like you’re…less of a disaster but you couldn’t dwell on it for too long. Vegetables needed chopping.

You returned to the station you had been parked at yesterday and found a bag of potatoes where the onions had previously sat. After grabbing a knife, you put on an apron and got to work.

It was just the right amount of quiet and focus you needed right now. The motions were repetitive and there was slight satisfaction in your work still. But that didn’t fully ease your scrambled brain. Where did you even begin?

Druig had sent away your loved one, someone who came looking for you, someone who was worried and probably desperate. He just…pushed them away. No doubt while flashing those glowing eyes and using his compelling powers. The actions were almost unthinkable, unreasonable.

What did it matter if you would have stayed or left? You deserved to at least see your boyfriend — or whatever he truly was anymore. You deserved to speak to him. Hug him. Explain what the hell was going on. Would you have left? You weren’t completely lying when you said you just didn’t know. Deep, deep down you knew it was unlikely given your arrangement with Druig but still. You were here. Part of this world.

His world.

And there was little you could do about it — actually, there was a little that you wanted to do about it. An uneasy feeling of defeat and acceptance washed over you.

The sound of a branch snapping made you jump, quickly pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up, ready to start another argument with Druig… But all that you came face-to-face with was the other kitchen workers. Their smiles were warm as they greeted you but you didn’t miss how their eyes lingered a beat too long on your features. You tried to ignore it and greeted them shakily in their native tongue. Everyone too soon fell into their own rhythm in the kitchen.

You all operated like robots, a much grimmer version than yesterday, it felt.

As you watched yourself move into the motions of it all, your eye kept catching glimpses of your tattoo. You wished the temperature was suddenly in the negatives so you could have an excuse to cover your entire arm. That little sun taunted you, and it reminded you.

Despite everything, Druig was still your soulmate. You two were a pair, a somehow perfect match among the rest of the world, meaning… Was this what life was meant to be? You knew soulmates could be complicated but you truly had never anticipated all of this. Hell — you didn’t think anyone could plan for this. And yet, the universe believed this was as all should be in the grand scheme of things.

There was no doubt in your mind Druig had faith in you two. Can’t faith make some people act peculiar?

You were forced to ponder this all over as you continued chopping along with the other villagers. It appeared that a breakfast of fried eggs — from chickens you had yet to see — with a side of fresh fruit and bread was on the menu today. While some worked on breakfast, others, like yourself, were on prepping duties. Lunch seemed to be a hodgepodge of food, mostly stew, and dinner was sandwiches, mainly made from leftovers. From the looks of one station, bread had come in an abundance.

But it all meant very little to you. Your appetite vanished after the debacle this morning. Despite some villagers motioning for you to join breakfast, you politely declined and continued your food prep.

The others began filing out and taking their meal break. You had thought everyone had left until someone tugged on the skirt of your dress. You turned to look at the person who had approached you. It was one of the kitchen workers, a dark-haired woman around your age, who looked gravely concerned.

"Are you okay?" She asked, softly.

"Y-Yes," you replied, nodding your head quickly. The woman just glanced at you as if analyzing your face. And maybe she was. You weren’t sure what to make of this encounter. Her eyes were a normal shade of brown, indicating that Druig wasn’t the force behind this interaction. It was genuine.

The woman eventually accepted your response with no pushback. She just patted your hand, an action that somehow told you she was there for you, and then she left with the others.

This whole ordeal only threw you farther into your work. You had never known you could become immune to the starchy, woodsy smell of potatoes. You became an absolute pro at dicing them, a talent you didn’t know what you’d ever do with, but it was good at continuing to keep you distracted for now.

The morning flew by and before you knew it, it was lunch. The villagers paused their work for the day and began snacking away. You had considered only briefly joining them before a cold rush came over your skin.

You looked up from your workstation and the curious glances the villagers gave you told you all you needed to know.

How dare he?

"What do you want?" You asked. You sped up your chopping motions.

"I think we should talk." Druig’s rough, accented voice felt so close yet so far away.

"We have all the time in the world to talk," you retorted. "You made sure of that."

"Please," he borderline begged, "could we go somewhere more…private?"

At his question, you halted your movements and looked back up at the other kitchen workers. They were very much still staring, not even trying to hide their curiosity. Druig could’ve fixed that, so why wasn’t he?

"Just flick your wrist and make them all turn away, then."

Druig let out an exacerbated sigh. "That is not how I want this to go."

"Oh, really?" You let out a humorless laugh as you slammed down the knife on the workstation. You whipped your body around to face Druig. "You had no problem doing it to my boyfriend."

"He’s not —," Druig began but abruptly stopped himself. He shook his head. "I’d appreciate it if we could just speak in private."

Furiously, you undid your apron and threw it on your workstation. You were complying. Why were you complying? Why did you allow yourself to keep doing this, your heart wondered. Because of that tattoo on your wrist, your brain answered.

Because despite all the ups and downs, this was somehow meant to be.

Druig led you out of the kitchen and down a pathway, heading towards a structure in the middle of the village. It was what you had deemed as a community center but the inside looked more like a church. The location was odd, you had to admit, but it was the closest place for privacy which was nice. You didn’t think you could handle walking all the way home, grouchy and annoyed.

You leaned against the wall, keeping great distance between you two, as you waited for Druig to start speaking. He stared at the floor, his arms folded. You tried not to stare. You really didn’t need that distraction right now, no matter how appealing he could be.

"I was scared," Druig muttered softly, a jarring contrast to his previous tone. You waited for something more he didn’t seem to be offering up anything else.

"Scared?" You scoffed. "You acted like that because you were scared?"

"I panicked," he said between clenched teeth. "I — You — You would’ve left. Everything we worked for, all the progress we made, would have been for nothing because he would’ve wasted no time sweeping you away. I… I can’t even handle the thought of that, dear, you must understand."

You shifted your stance. "You… You don’t trust me?"

"Well, I—,"

"You really, truly thought I would just leave."

"I… I don’t know," Druig admitted. "I want to say no, but I feared risking it. I finally found you, my beautiful, beautiful soulmate. Seeing him, remembering what is out there, made me panic."

You averted your gaze to the worn-down wood beneath your shoes as you rapidly tried to blink away the tears that were beginning to form. Quickly, your anger was evolving uncontrollably.

His explanation was simple but what you sensed in the bond was powerful. Guilt and fear wrecked your soul.

"You could’ve just talked to me about it," you muttered in response. "You told me before that we are partners. This is what partners do. They communicate, and they work through things together. I can’t keep getting brushed aside like this."

"I know," he replied almost immediately, panicked. "I—I know that. I promise. It was just a…lapse in judgment."

You looked back up at him, surprised. " Just? I don’t think it was just anything. It’s… It’s pretty serious, Druig."

Druig let out a frustrated sigh. He ran his hands through his hair in aggravation. You knew you weren’t making this easy but you also had the right to act like this. This was arguably a bigger deal than past arguments and you wanted to make sure you were heard and understood this time.

"I know," Druig snapped, "and I’ll spend eternity, almost quite literally, making it up to you, but I can’t go back and change it now, can I?"

You hated that he made some points with that. "I guess not." You shrugged. "Unless you can work your magic and order him back here."

Druig smirked but it wasn’t a look of joy. "Why? So you actually can waltz off with him?"

You sighed, suddenly forced to come to terms with it all. "No," you mumbled in reply. "I said I would try, I would try this for us. I wouldn’t go back on my word like that."

Hell — you didn’t even feel like you could go back on your word if you wanted to. You had found your soulmate, the bond was in action. An invisible rope in the form of darkened ink on your skin.

Looking at Druig, you saw a flash of relief come across his face. It didn’t last long but his eyes clearly softened when as he stared at you. Everything in that moment felt…right. The air had changed in the community center but it hadn’t all been smoothed over. For you, you weren’t sure when, if ever, you could fully accept what he had done but a part of your tried reasoning it based on his words. This whole situation was intense and scary. You alone were no stranger to panicking.

But, realistically, this still would never be the perfect love story you had always imagined for yourself.

Druig nodded as he took in your words. His mouth opened slightly like he was going to say something but then something caught his attention. You could visibly see the switch happen. His body became rigid, his eyes flashed gold. His hands become fists at his side. Despite him looking at you, he was outside this room, in the village. You didn’t know how you knew or even what you were sensing but it put you on edge. The whole thing lasted seconds but the effects were felt heavily.

When his eyes returned to their normal hue, you immediately asked, "What’s wrong?" It was kind of alarming how in tune to him you were but you certainly didn’t have time to process that.

"Stay here," he replied firmly and headed towards the door.

Your eyes widened at his command. After your spiel, he was hitting you with that? You marched towards him, determined and borderline angry. "Absolutely not," you snapped back.

He turned back to you, shocked. "Excuse me?"

"Partners, Druig." You took in a shaky breath. "We’re partners, remember?"

His hands gripped the handles of the door as he looked over your features, probably trying to figure out if you were serious or not. But you stood your ground on it. You two were just inches apart.

"Perhaps just this one time—,"

"No," you said, effectively cutting him off. "I deserve to know what goes on here as well, yes?"

You could practically see the gears in Druig’s head turning, trying to come up with an argument, but it all fell flat.

Druig turned back to the doors. "Very well then," he said.

But before he opened the doors, you had one more thing to mention. "Druig" —he glanced at you—"we’re not done discussing…this."

Druig appeared hesitant but gave a final nod in understanding before he dramatically pulled the community center’s doors open, his attention now solely on whatever was happening outside. It was quite amazing, actually, how intense he could become. How focused and dedicated this man was at his core. You just wished he always paid attention to the correct things.

Slowly, Druig stomped his way out of the center and into the village square. You followed closely behind, peeking over his shoulder.

Two things caught your attention immediately. First was all the villagers sporting gold eyes, standing completely still, staring at the middle of the square. The second was the group of strangers (trespassers, maybe) watching you and Druig with mixed expressions. They all varied so much in appearance yet you could just tell they all belonged. That they were more like a group of strangers as opposed to people who just wandered in.

You cleared your throat and whispered to Druig, "Who…?"

"I’ve missed all of you," Druig said to the strangers, ignoring you. "Please. Make yourselves at home."

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Druig with “Wrapping your arms around your lover's waist and pressing your forehead against their back/resting on their shoulder, swaying to music only the two of you can hear.” Please! Thank you!

Druig x Reader

wc: 243

a/n: thank you for requesting my dear ♡

You lived for the times to could pry Druig from the village. It didn't happen very often, and Druig would never admit he liked those times as much as you did. So when you knocked on his door in the 1920s raving about a dance hall, he was more than happy to whisk you away.

"Isn't it grand?" you shouted over the big band, the beads of your dress clinking together as you moved along to the lively music.

Druig scoffed and scrunched his nose at the smoke coming from the cigarette of the gentlemen next to him. "Besides the lack of decorum, I'd say so, m'lady."

The band got to take a deep breath before starting the next piece, a soft slow song that changed the mood in the large hall. Druig noticed how you swayed side to side, humming along with the music. He smirked and stood closer, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer.

His eyes scanned the room before he placed a kiss to the nap of your neck, the small hairs standing up from the warmth of his touch. The beads of your dress rolled in between his fingers, his chin rested on your shoulder as he slowly started to sway.

Light giggles get passed your lips as he whispered kind words into your ear. "Thank you for coming with me, Druig," you tell him, placing your gloved hands over his.

"For you? Anytime."

Join the blurb night ♡

#druig x reader #druig x you #druig imagine #druig blurb #siempre buckys blurb night

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littlelordfuckler0y · 2 years

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hey that instagram thing you did with Ikaris was amazing yo!! I was wondering if you can do that again but with druig😩😩

Why not lovely here you go x

Druig x reader Instagram au

yourusername I’ve gotten so good at photoshop

@officialkingo Shut up work out sessions are real I mean would you look at that 💪

@yourusername you put it right down after the photo😭

@m4kkar1 HAHHA posers

@isitphastos I strongly believe this is a photoshop

@itsikaris Look at druig struggling to lift up 10% of the weights

@d.r.u.i.g That isn’t my struggling face fuck off

yourusername He is still pissed we couldn’t take it home

@spritesgram WHY DIDNT YOU?

@yourusername you can’t take a zoo animal home :/

@spritesgram I don’t see how that could’ve been a problem

@officialkingo Has it even showered?

@d.r.u.i.g Ofc??? I shower every two days

@officialkingo I meant the sheep but HUH WHAT?

@itsikaris Did you go to the zoo to return druig?

@yourusername Apparently they don’t take returns

@d.r.u.i.g I can see these and OUCH

@yourusername we’re just pulling your leg he doesn’t mean it 😭

@itsikaris I was asking seriously tho

yourusername So I’m not Druig’s first girlfriend guys twinkies comes first—

@ser_sea.with.an.i That is sad to hear…

@spritesgram I’m sorry to say but I had my doubts about this relationship 😔

@yourusername I thought we were friends-you should’ve told me 😖

@d.r.u.i.g Haha just traded my first girlfriend for a kindle (or as ikaris would say an iPad)

@itsikaris There is literally no difference you’re making it up

@d.r.u.i.g Do you even know what an iPad is?

@officialkingo I bet he thinks it’s a photoframe with screen

@itsikaris That’s what it is

@d.r.u.i.g I—wow

@yourusername How did you make it this far in life?

d.r.u.i.g Dinner date :)

@yourusername <33

@ser_sea.with.an.i Lovelies 🫣

@officialkingo ADORABLE. But druig still sucks

@itsnotphastos😍😍

@itsikaris Why are you using an old photo?

@spritesgram You’re like a grandpa at this point

@d.r.u.i.g FOR THE MILLIONTH black and white photos don’t necessarily mean they’re OLD PHOTOS

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#druig x reader #druig blurb #druig x you #druig x y/n #eternals marvel #eternals

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cutelittleluckysoul · 2 years

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Hey! Idk if your requests are open but if they are, could you write something including teasing Kingo or Druig in public (with fem reader?)

Sure I can try:3

Kingo:

Oh my he loves it! Absolutely adores it!

It drives him nuts but he is all here for it.

Would want to get you home as soon as possible

But you wont

His favourite is when you teade him under a table

Or when you guys go shopping and you drag him to buy underwear with you and you try on something sexy just for him

He doesn't know how he just didn't take you in the dressing room

It took a lot of will power

Also love it when you slap his ass teasingly

The moment you are home he is undressing you

Druig

Doesn't hate it but doesn't love it either

Mostly because he gets embarrassed

You try to refrain from physical teasing him ss much as you can

Only sometimes giving his ass a little grope

What you do instead is either whisper all the things to him you want to do later

Which always makes him flustered

Or you think about it very visually, which you know he can see

Like making intense eye contact with him and thinking about him eating you out at the table you are currently sitting at

Or him pounding you against a wall still in his clothes

He will lose every train of thought he has when you do that

#druig smut #kingo x reader #eternals #kingo #kingo imagine #kingo x you #kingo one shot #kingo headcanon #druig x you #druig headcanon #druig oneshot #druig x reader #druig #druig imagine #druig blurb

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brelione · 2 years

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posting a little excerpt from my book on here <3

VERY MUCH NSFW

this is from my book on wattpad called the drelione chronicles which is just scenes that didn’t make it into my main book, Brelione. It’s based off my eternals DR <3

warnings: mentions of choking, scratches, sex. also, for context, it is mentioned that sounds have color, this is because brelione has sound to color synesthesia and is selectively mute because of it. happy reading!!

maybe i was a bit…. dumb. from the moment he woke up, leaving a spot of warmth on the mattress as he pulled on a tank top, feeling my eyes on him. a smirk pulled at his face, eyebrows raised as his eyes met mine. “sorry, did you have something to say?”he asked, moving closer to the bed. a roll of my eyes, moving myself on the bed, sitting up as he came back on the mattress. “come on, what’s on your mind, lovely?”he asks, hands on my legs as he settles himself just between them.

you’re a mind reader, you tell me.

it doesn’t help his ego, small chuckle rising from his throat as he presses a kiss to my forehead, voice low and raspy as it fills my ears. “believe me, li, i don’t need to be a mind reader to know exactly what you’re thinking.”he breaths, smiling when my hand comes to his hair. pressing a kiss to his lips, he shuffles slightly, arms just above my head. that god forsaken tank top, he knows what he’s doing to me. “you have training,”i whisper softly, making him grumble. “training can wait,”he kisses my neck, teeth grazing my skin. a not so typical tuesday morning, legs wrapped around his hips as he smiles.

“your voice is so pretty.”he says softly, a hand coming down to lift my shirt up a bit. my thumb against his cheekbone, he leans to my touch, sighs. with a light tug of his hair, i sit back up, making him grumble. “training,”i remind him. it does not take a genius to learn as to why he’d be late, teasing will flood my ears for centuries over it. complaints of heavy vibrations, meetings in the common room to discuss what is appropriate. “how about,”his finger tip swirling patterns against my abdomen, gentle hearts. “you come along, watch me.”he suggests. hand against his throat, i push him back with a grin, his laugh like music to my ears as his hands squeeze along my hips. i kiss him once more, the feeling all too good to let go of.

his fingers pull to my thighs, wanting me against him. “you want me… at training?”i ask, watching how his eyes close just half way, watching me with such admiration one would think that i am a sunset over the ocean. “oh, come on. i know you like the tank top, and i could use your pointers, yeah? best warrior of all…”he says, twirling a curl between his fingers.

don’t let thena hear that

he laughs softly, sighing as i get up from him. warm light comes through the window, not helping my desires as every ripple of muscle on his body is highlighted. i need to commission a painting of him, he looks so perfect. maybe a special painting, one just for myself, to be hidden from the others. grabbing my loose draw string pants from the floor, i pull them up my legs, making him grin. “making my job harder for me, hmm?”he teases, laughing when i push him along. this day is gonna be painfully long, i know that already. the thinkers are the ones made to do training now, having not a single sprinkle of experience that would help them against deviants. and with how unfortunate the world can be, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one of them was brought face to face with one of the creatures. and without training would be left frozen by fear.

making our way down the corridor, so early that breakfast is in its early stages, a lesson of cooking taking place in the kitchen. stopping in to get a cup of coffee, ikaris fixes his posture, stepping aside from the coffee pot. “isn’t it a bit early for you to be up?”he asks, gold light illuminating wisps of dark hair. “she’s accompanying me in training,”druig speaks up, shoulder against the door frame, hands in pockets. my eyes trail down his body, finding a heavy shadow in his pants. he catches me staring, tongue along his cheek, raised eyebrows in amusement as he comes toward me. “training, you?”gilgamesh asks, not particularly happy about the disruption of how to boil perfect potatoes.

druigs arm nudges against mine, trapping me between his arms as he hands me the jar of flower syrup for the milky coffee. “ajak suggested it,”he replies, his hand coming back to my waist. i watch how his adam’s apple moves when he speaks, the way his head tilts. he is driving me far beyond crazy. ikaris stares back at him, eyes dark as he grins. “so who are you fighting, then?”he asks. “best of the best,”druig replies, gilgamesh turning. “i didn’t agree to fight you,”he jokes, making me grin.

we know you’d break him in half

druig gasps, eyes resist a laugh. ikaris is not so kind, chuckling. “most would,”he replies, last thing heard before druig practically drags me along. arms finding any and every way around each other as i take breaks to have sips of coffee. “you’ll go easy on me?”he asks as we slip into the room of training, pulling the lever that lifts the pit up to a stage like structure. and though the domo isn’t really a place for doors, there is one here, closed with the graze of my hand. the only two in here for now, the others not yet awake. i imagine most of the thinkers will be here in just twenty minutes, to fight or to laugh, that is undecided. i raise my eyebrows, lifting myself onto the stage as i shake my head. i am just above him now, he stands in front of me, hands on the stone. “you won’t go easy on a poor, defenceless man?”he asks softly, tilting his head. “that’s not very kind of you.”he says.

there’s plenty of unkind things i’d do to this man, in one swift motion i have pulled him onto the stage, knocked onto his back with my foot against his chest. “ah, that was harsh.”he says, amused as he looks up at me. with a look of desire, he pulls my leg, to no avail as i stay put, grinning. he sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “why don’t you teach me?”he asks, finally standing after a moment.

fighting?

a smile comes across his features, hands in front of him. “well yes, that too.”he responds, watching as i put one leg behind the other. what landed into his dreams that’s got him so worked up? the world may never know, though i’d be lying if i said i didn’t find it attractive. he copied my stance, though he can’t remain serious, a grin fighting it’s way onto his face. “am i supposed to believe that punching and kicking a deviant is gonna save me?”he asks, eyes fixated on me.

i hum, a quick motion as i sweep his legs out from beneath him, knocking the air from his lungs. mindlessly, he kicks me, attempting to knock me over as well. but my stance is steady, grin on my face. with a loud, exaggerated sigh, i throw myself onto the ground, making him laugh. “that bad, huh?”he asks, turning on his side to look at me. “how do the rules for this work, down three seconds and it’s a win?”he asks, eyes wandering. i don’t think he understands that this isn’t a win and lose situation, it’s about improving. i shake my head, making him huff.

“it’s so terribly boring, fighting. and it is not as if i won’t be without you, you’re stronger than half of us.”he says, finding himself above me. “that is true.”i say, he kisses my forehead. “i love your voice, did you know that?”he asks, kissing my neck lightly. i grin, feeling how his hands travel. “how long, would you say, that we have before the others finally show up?”he asks, lifting my legs. hands through his thick hair, he gazes up at me.

ten minutes.

he frowns, planting another kiss on my lips. “such a shame.”he says, pressing himself against me, letting out a low sigh into my neck. “such a shame.”he repeats.

the next few hours, there was no escaping lust. hands against thighs, hands in hair, glances across the room, his arms flexing whenever given the chance. i accidentally had to fix my top a few times, taking it untucked from my pants, revealing small bits of my torso, watching how his eyes drifted from his opponents, leading him to tumble to the ground.

and when he was finally let out, well, he wasn’t too pleased to have hit the floor so many times. deciding to take the afternoon to ourselves, hardly able to keep ourselves off each other. pushed against trees, hands against throats, by the time we arrived to the limestone hideout we were well out of our minds, hardly any thoughts present other than eachother. his hands don’t take long to rid me of my shirt, taking anything and everything in sight, marks littering my chest. pushed against a column, i tug at his hair, feeling how he practically shakes in anticipation. the sun glitters against the water, sending a beautiful shine against his skin.

pushing him back, pushing him to the floor of stone, he watches me with dark eyes, following my gaze as he removes his pants. it’s funny, how easily he crumbles under my gaze. i take my place on the ground, watching him. my fingertips graze his thighs, feeling the strength inside them. everything about him is so unbearably attractive, kissing him as i straddle him, his grunt leaking into the air as he grips my hips. following his wishes, i move against him, watching how his eyes fall back in his head, his face in my hand as i make him look at me.

how he is real i do not know, surely it isn’t allowed to be so gorgeous. letting go of me, he watches, pulling at the hem of his shirt, he’s pleased when i swipe his hands away. he lets me pull it off him, loves the way i can’t help but blush at the sight of his bare chest, running my fingers along his skin. he’s so painfully attractive, his fingers looping into my pants, tugging them down until they’ve been long discarded. nails against my hips, sun shining through my eyelids as i pull at my lovers hair, his tongue long buried inside me, thighs trembling against his touch.

we will not be finished with ourselves until long after the sunlight fades into nothingness im sure, his chest colored red and purple with marks, hair beyond disheveled. sweat amongst other things covers his skin, leaving it to shine in the remnants of daylight, finished with his task when i’ve come undone, smile on his face as he wipes it with the back of his hand. “oh, my beautiful brelione, you’ve never looked so lovely.”he says, forehead pressing against mine. “too perfect for this world,”he mutters, kissing me gently as he lines himself up. “tell me, are you ready?”he asks gently, finger tips running from my temple to my cheekbone as i nod, feeling his thumb caress my jaw. he shakes his head, the sun just behind his head as it nears its disappearance, making him look like he has a halo. “tell me,”he repeats, unsatisfied.

i can’t help the smile that comes across my face, my hands back on his arms, watching how his face flushes at the feeling, glancing away for just a moment. “i’m ready, flower.”i say, watching how his eyes catch a sparkle at the nickname. he hums, careful as he moves into me. it does not hurt, an odd sensation though it is not pain, which i can’t say is expected seeing as he is beyond average. his mouth falls open as the sun finally rests behind him, sky painted fire and violet, my hands coming to his face as a press a kiss to his nose. “i love you,”he says. “i love you more,”i reply, nails grazing his back as he moans.

he shakes his head, muttering that it is not possible. his voice has taken a unique hue, every time it leaves my lips it seems to be brighter and brighter until my eyes betray me, sewn shut by pleasure. it is not long before we are but moving bodies in the dark, the air filled with the songs of our pleasure, not stopping until we are so far in that our muscles ache with enjoyment. so tired, hair clinging to our skin as warmth has spread across it so quickly, still trapped within each others arms as our pants fill the otherwise silent night.

his back an artwork of pink scratches, hips bruised by his fingertips. “we’ll go back in the morning,”i mutter into his skin. i could not walk if i tried, wrapped in each others arms we fall asleep, hoping that the others won’t come looking. eons later, the sun warms my skin again, his hand grazing my arm, kiss pressed to my temple. “is it bad that i kind of hoped they catched us?”he asks, smile pressed into my skin, nose nudging my slightly bruised neck. my throat raw from my voice used so much, tired so much that i do not want to open my eyes just yet. “you alright?”he asks, making me move over as he chuckles. with a sigh, knowing i will not win this battle between slumber and consciousness, i look to his smiling face, my finger stroking his nose gently.

“i’m just fine,”i whisper gently, finally sitting up. i swear i can still feel him inside me, standing up with a yawn as i stretch my arms, body still bare. he takes my lead, retrieving clothing that ended up so far. “as much as i wish i could stare at you like this forever, it’s not long before the others come looking,”he takes his tank top from the grounding, helping me into it, kissing my forehead. “and i don’t feel like sharing this vision with them.”he mutters, laughing when i nudge him. “i will tell them a raccoon got my back,”he says, retrieving his pants.

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#druig smut #druig series #druig blurb #druig x eternal!reader #druig x oc #druig angst #druig fluff #druig x y/n #druig eternals #barry keoghan #eternals fanfiction #fanart #marvel fanfiction #bucky fanfic

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Can you do a protective! Druig one? I’m sorry if this is really unspecific

this is platonic, obvs (and all i could come up with lol)

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Y/N wasn't sure what happened. The group were fighting off deviants and Y/N had gotten one away from Sprite before she heard Sersi's voice yell out her name. Y/N turned just in time to get struck by another deviant, one of its tentacles slicing her stomach.

Ikaris had shown his laser beams at it which made it let go of Y/N, but then the deviant threw Y/N, sending her flying and she crashed into a stone wall, knocking her out.

Druig was by her side immediately, the others quick behind him. Out of all the eternals, Y/N was one of Druig's favorites -- next to Makkari. They were the only ones he seemed to tolerate.

Y/N's like a younger sister to him.

And somehow, Druig became one of Y/N's favorite eternals. Maybe it was all the sarcastic comments he would make that made her laugh or how he always had food on him that she would steal, but she enjoys spending time with him.

"Y/N?" Druig calls, shaking her slightly.

"We need to get her patched up." Sersi states.

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After getting Y/N inside, Phastos took care of her injury, placing gauze over it. Everybody left, but Druig stayed, sitting in a chair near the bed.

'She'll be okay.' Makkari had signed to him before she left.

Y/N lets out a small groan as she comes to her senses. Her eyes slowly open, looking around to find herself in her bed. She spots Druig watching her with worried eyes.

"What happened?" Y/N mumbles.

"A deviant attack. You got one away from Sprite, but then one got you." Druig recounts.

Y/N attempts to sit up, but is quickly pushed back down to the bed by Druig.

"No. No, you're hurt. Just lay down." Druig orders.

"Be nice to have Ajak alive at times like this, hmm?" Y/N weakly chuckles, immediately wincing in pain afterwards.

"Right. Do you want some water?" Druig asks. Y/N nods and Druig gets her a glass of water, helping her drink it.

"Why are you the one here?" Y/N questions.

"What do you mean?" Druig asks.

"You're staying with me. Why? If anybody, I expected Sersi or Makkari." Y/N says.

"I wanted to." Druig mutters.

"Ah, you love me." Y/N cheekily grins.

"Shut it." Druig lightly rolls his eyes making Y/N laugh.

"Just admit it. We all know I'm one of your two favorites anyway." Y/N says.

"Whatever. Just... let me change the gauze. And your physical activity is limited until you're better." Druig declares.

"Okay, dad." Y/N sarcastically mumbles. Druig rolls his eyes again.

#druig #druig blurb

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redheadspark · 2 years

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hawuu can i get "Are you blushing?" / "I'm just cold." And Accidentally Matching Costumes For Druig

A/N: HAWUU! I love this for Druig! Thanks for the request, anon!

Grease Is The Word

Summary: You didn’t mean to match your crush when it came to a costume. Really, you didn’t.

Warnings: Fluff all the way!

The front door opened, you grinned as Kingo appeared at the door, whistling as he took in the costume you were wearing. The party was lardy in full swing inside his house, at least 20 people were seen piled in his living room and dancing to the retro 80s music that was blasting out of his speakers and all sporting red solo cups in hand.

"Wow! You look great as....." Kingo trailed off, not knowing who you were. You giggled, doing small twirl in front of him. The black, skin tight leather jeans you were in, fitting like a glove to highlight the curves along your thighs and hips with the black strapless tube top that showed off your waist brought your outfit all together. You also sported high heels, a black leather jacket that was wrapped over your shoulders, bright red lipstick along your lips, and your hair in the fancy curls that matched the character you were dressed up as.

"Sandy?" You asked gesturing to your outfit. Kingo still looked confused, you snorted, “Oh come on, Kingo! Grease? This is Sandy!"

"Ah, gotcha!" He said, you sighing in relief, "Not my favorite musical, but you still look good. Come on in, the others are in the kitchen and hanging out. I need to check on Sprite and make sure she's not staring about story time session out in the background,"

You followed Kingo into his house, hearing the music humming against your skin and bones since it was so loud. People were dancing left and right, dressed in various costumes from the Cat In The Hat to sexy nurses and doctors. You were itching to get a drink to get the cold off your shoulders since it was a bit cooler that evening, and inwardly you were hoping that were was more than just light beer or hard liquor to nurse on.

Finally, you pushed through the kitchen door and the loud music melted away instantly. You grinned, seeing the familiar friend group that you grew to love all huddled together and dinking some of the spiked hot cider that was sitting on the counter. They all saw you and waved, your roommate Makkari dressed as Joan of Arc in makeshift armor glided over to place a warm cup fo cider in yoru hands.

Thank you, you signed at her, Makkari grinning with a nod before she gestured to your outfit, I like your costume!

"You can pull off the Sandy look real well," Sersi hummed in agreement, you blushing a bit from the kind compliment.

"Thank you," you replied, looking around at the group and then raising an eyebrow, "Where's Druig?"

"Waiting on your crush?" Ikaris asked coyly, a grin on his lips as Sersi swatted his arm to hush him. In your mind, you never thought your curls on Druig was obvious, but that wasn't the case with this group. They could see how smitten you were with the black sheep of the group, no matter how you were trying to hide it or move it under the radar. But Druig was a different breed all together: the cool demeanor in his stance and stares to the cool tone in his voice and smiles.

He had a lot on his mind, you itching to unveil it and see what he had in his brain that made him tick. He was also kind, looking to help out those in need without being boisterous about or flaunt it in public. He preferred to do his acts of service in private, whether it was pulling the weeds in his older neighbors yard or paint the homes of the homeless shelters downtown. He was kind to you none the less, always wishing to talk to you and know what was on your mind. The smiles he gave you felt personal and private, more intimate than anything you've ever felt before.

Those butterflies were always there and were intensified over the months you grew close to him.

"He said he would be here 10 minutes ago," Phastos replied, looking at his phone, "I swear the guy likes to keep us waiting,"

The kitchen door swung open, boots were heard on the limonium floor.

"Speaking of which," Gilgamesh said in a snort as the kitchen door was thrown open. You all looked, seeing none other than Druig waltzing into the kitchen with his signature smirk on his face. You saw his costume and for a spit moment, you were frozen solid. It seemed liked everything was slowing down as you two locked eyes and you both froze in your spots. The black T-Bird leather jacket, black tight shirt and fitted pants with boots, hair styled to the side.

You've got to be kidding.....

"Are you two...." Ikaris trailed off, looking from you to Druig, and then from Druig to you. You both were still looking at each other, seeing what the other was wearing and you felt as though you two were the only people in the tiny cramped kitchen. Druig's blue eyes scanning your attire making you looking like you were under a microscope and being analyzed with every part of your costume, and flushness was on his skin.

He gulped. Physically gulped.

"Danny and Sandy?" Sersi asked, sounding a but shocked as Makkari was massively grinning from ear to ear, Phastos was hiding his grin behind his hand over his mouth, Thena was smiling as she cranked her Cider and Gilgamesh was trying not to laugh. You should be embarrassed, but something else was taking over you and Druig was seeing your costume and looking rather..hot under the collar so to speak.

"This is too good," Ikaris snorted under his breath to Sersi, who once again swatted his arm with her fingers as Druig found his voice again for the first time in what felt like an hour when it was only a few minutes.

"You look great," He said in a hum to you, and you heard the hint of softness in his voice as he pointed to your outfit. You grinned, a simple smile that seemed to break the ice a bit as Druig smiled back at you and brought the warmth in your cheeks. "Thank you, Druig. You look....really great too," You complimented him, Druig nodding his head at you and then moving over to the cup that Makkari was holding out to him as you moved out of the way. You were replaying that gaze he gave you in your head over and over, feeling that same sensation of warmth and happiness in your gut as you moved to stand next to Sersi and Ikaris. You might have looked like a silly girl with a massive grin on your face, but didn't care.

You were only thinking about Druig and his smile he gave you.

"Are you blushing?" Phastos asked in a low tone to Druig, whom was rubbing the back of his head with a hint of embarrassment while holding his cider in hand. Druig gave him a scowl.

"No! I'm just....cold," he bit back, Phastos just rolling his eyes as you were watching briefly. The blush on his cheeks was scene, a contrast to his pale skin and his bright eyes made him look vulnerable. There was never a time you ever saw him in such a way, he always held his head high and never letting his guard down for one second. But seeing his vulnerable side for a split moment seemed surreal, and it was from seeing you in a costume he never thought you would be in.

Neither you or Druig saw Makkari, leaning against the countertop on the other side of the kitchen, looking rather smug herself while posting the red solo cup of cider to her lips. Thena walked over to stand next to her, gently nudging her shoulder to get Makkari's attention before she spoke in a low tone so that neither you or Druig could hear her, "You told them to dress as Danny and Sandy without letting the other know, didn't you?"

Makkari just grinning and nodding her head, Thena chuckling and squeezing her shoulder.

"Well, done," She hummed Makkari, who just drank her cider with no sign of her smile melting away.

The End.

Fall Prompt Part Two

#druig x female reader #druig x female reader #druig x reader #druig x you #druig x oc #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #druig #eternals #marvel #marvels eternals #eternals fan writing #eternals fanfiction #druig eternals #druig x y/n #druig oneshot #druig fluff #druig blurb

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itsapeterthing · 2 years

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↳ I currently write for the marvel characters Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Xu Shang-Chi, Druig, Jack Russell and Matt Murdock. Find my inbox here and my masterlist with all of their fics here!

↳ Tap “keep reading” to find my full collection of Druig fics below.

↳ All works are ordered oldest to newest.

Oneshots

With Trembling Hands (Druig x Shy!Reader)

in which you accidentally stumble into the room while druig talks to the other eternals for the first time in years and the spotlight falls on you (fluff)

For You? I Do (Druig x Eternal!Reader)

in which you and druig get caught alone in 1814 england and to protect your new identities you form a plan to fake an engagement. as time goes on you both realize that your feelings may be a bit more than platonic and that calling each other your spouse may be what you’ve always wanted (angst, fluff)

Troublemaker (Clingy!Druig x Avenger!Reader)

in which druig just can’t seem to leave your side or let you leave his either (fluff)

‘Til We Meet Again (Druig x Time Traveler!Reader)

in which you and druig have a love that transcends time and works against all odds, despite the fact that you are not an eternal (angst, fluff)

Sunshine (Druig x Eternal!Reader)

in which you’re an eternal with the gift of manipulating weather and nature and you use it to your advantage… especially on your husband (fluff)

Fireflies (Druig x BlackWidow!Reader)

in which you are reminded of your past- both the good and the bad- and druig is there for you along the way (angst, fluff)

Blurbs

Allergy Season (Druig x Reader)

the one where your allergies are acting up and druig wants to make the experience a bit better (fluff)

Disbelief (Druig x Avenger!Reader)

the one where you and druig can’t keep your hands off of each other in front of the other eternals (fluff)

Sweet Dreams (Druig x Avenger!Reader)

the one where you’re exhausted from school and training and fall asleep on druig (fluff)

T’was Halloween Night (Druig x Librarian!Reader)

the one where you’re a librarian who meets druig after he hosts story time (fluff)

#druig #druig x reader #druig fanfiction #druig one shot #druig imagine #druig blurb #druig drabble #druig fluff #druig angst

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druigs-wife · 2 years

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ZUNNI || MARVEL FANFICTION

PART TWO || SOLDIER 🏛

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

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

word count: 7540

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

PART I MASTERLIST ZUNNI MASTERLIST

DOMO | PRESENT DAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Interesting...

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

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

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

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

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

BAGHDAD | THE AIRPORT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ما هي المشكلة؟"

"What's the problem?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ATHENS | 1196 BC

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

"γεια"

"Goodbye"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ATHENS | 1186 PNE

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

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

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

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

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

“Zun, we can't-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ATHENS | ONE DAY LATER

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

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

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

BABYLON | A WEEK LATER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THREE DAYS LATER...

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

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

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