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beyondspaceandstars · 1 year

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The Great War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hence, cabbage growing in the summer heat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were bold, he had to give them that.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Druig, come on…" Sersi pleaded.

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

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

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

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

Before anyone else could interject, Sersi gave you a rundown of it all. From the Deviants, to the true purpose of the mission, to the regretful news of Ajak. The Eternal didn��t miss a beat relaying a story she already seemed tired of sharing.

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

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

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

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

"Please, we need all—,"

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

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

"Because you’re so above controlling others."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. "That’s fair."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed. "Druig, please…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mysadcorner · 4 months

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

Druig Haunted House Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

Jump out at him and he’ll scream :)

#druig x reader #druig x y/n #druig x you #druig headcanons #druig #eternals #eternals x reader #eternals x you #eternals x y/n #eternals headcanons

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marvelsage · 1 year

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Neteyam

Lo’ak

Neteyam- Self Assurance

ATWW X MARVEL 2 3 4

Aonung 2

Aonung- The Tree

ATWW 2 3 4

Wednesday:

Wednesday & Wick

Xavier Thorpe- Mind Reader

Bianca Barclay- Rave N Dance

Bianca Barclay- Sparrow

Namor:

Namor*

Namor- Mutant/Bender

HOTD

Aemond T.

Euphoria

Ashtray - 4>1

Ashtray- Training Wheels

Fezco- Crash Landing

MCU

Wanda- I See You

TASM- Flame On

Druig- I’m My Own Boss

Druig- Disguise

Sprite- Honey Bee

Eternals- Twister

Gilgamesh- Passage

Wanda- For You

Druig- I’m John Cena

Shang-Chi- So Your Like The Avatar?

Druig- Shifter

Makkari- Picnic

Thena- Starring Contest

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #addams family #avatar fanfiction #wednesday series #marvel x you #neteyam x reader #avatar x you #marvel mcu #namor x poc!reader #namor x you #fezco x y/n #ashtray x reader #thena x reader #eternals x you #house of the dragon aemond #tasm spiderman #wanda x y/n #masterlist

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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

Word Count: 588

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She seems to think so.

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

Her smile becomes a victorious grin.

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

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

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

A whoosh of air hits you from behind.

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

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

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

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

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

She tilts her head, eyes searching yours.

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

“Are you cold?” she signs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years

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Druig and voyeurism

He watches

Both the commune and you

Although the latter is his preferred object of observation

He's following you around any time he can, hiding in the crowd, behind corners and trees

Druig loves the fact that you don't know

It's like a mountain lion following a poor antilope, waiting for the perfect moment to strike

At first, it was just fascination but it changed one night when he caught a "glimpse" of your less-than-chaste thoughts

For a moment he just listens, curious about the whole ordeal, maybe a bit amused

But if he plays a role in those dirty imaginations of yours...

He's probably outside your window, leaning against a tree and just watching as if there's nothing better to do

Because, to him, there really isn't.

Aside from railing you, that is.

Druig's not someone who beats around the bush but this is one of those rare occasions when he enjoys the act of "chasing"

You don't know that he knows and the power trip he gets from that is satisfying in itself

The rainforest, obviously, gets very hot

And water has the best temperature for swimming in summer at around 4AM

You couldn't sleep one night and decided that maybe a little get away from the community, a moment to yourself and the peace of night would soothe your mind

Druig, of course, tagged along

Not that you would ever know

He doesn't go to bed before you do as a principle

He's just sitting somewhere among trees, perfectly hidden

There's no hurry so you're taking off your clothes slowly, tossing them on the grass

The honesty of your actions, the fact that you're being the truest to your own self right then, gets Druig up and going

And I mean that in more than one way

The crytal clear water is washing over your nude body in gentle waves and he could swear that it was you who came out of the sea foam and not Venus

Because, let's be honest, she's got nothing on you

Venus is most often presented naked and Druig would have zero, even a negative number of, complaints if someone painted you naked

If anyone else would look at it in envy of Druig, he would just boast even more but the second anyone tries anything funny with you, limbs shall be broken. Severly.

In the moonlight, the river looks a lot more inviting and, somehow, enigmatic

Painting you as a woodland or water nymph from Sprite's stories; one that made the greatest of men lose their minds

There's precum leaking from the tip of his cock and he can feel the slick drops running down his leg

You start washing yourself and it's not helping, honestly

Your hands are gliding across your skin and Druig is just about breadth away from coming out and just railing you against the rocks

Damn, how much he wants those hands to be his, gripping and caressing the body he's longed for ever since he laid his eyes on you

Frustrated as all Hell, he rubs his bulge just to ease the tension even a little bit

The slight timidness in his actions is quite surprising, to be honest

It's not like he has never fucked his own hand thinking of you and creating some very vulgar and vivid scenarios in his head

But now that you were in front of him, although fairly far and completely unaware, for the very first time, he feels dirty

But those ridiculous thoughts disappear the moment he can see the blissful expression on your face, moonlight brightening your wonderful features just right

You look completely content and Druig, already sliding his hand into his pants, wonders if that's the face you would have after spending the night with him

He's clenching his jaw like a goddamn vice as he's stroking his dick

The sounds you make are also a lot better than what he could imagine

Maybe you gasp at some animal running through the shrubbery, surprising you, or you moan gently feeling the lukewarm water against your skin. Maybe you start softly humming some folk song

He's going through absolute torture, fucking his fist and not your juicy, tiny cunt

Druig can not recall if he has ever seen something, or someone, this beautiful

So, to some degree, he has made you immortal in those early hours of the day:

Forever remembered as the wonder of the world

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intothemultifandom · 2 years

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– 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 || 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠

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

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

SERVE ARISHEM. ELIMINATE ALL DEVIANTS.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's so lovely to meet you."

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

Druig.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sprite had stopped screaming; Sersi had only started.

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

Druig.

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

"And I, yo–

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

Maybe I’m ill, you thought, reeling.

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

You could practically feel his sly smile against your skin.

His touch burned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His touch, this time, tingled pleasantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And further,

further,

further in the back–

a hand emerging from the Earth.

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

Being Mentored by Makkari Would Include . . .

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

They were practically your parents

Makkari was thrilled that there was a new member

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

You two bonded quickly, with her teaching you sign language

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

Which she, of course, said yes

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

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

But you two trained well and worked great as a duo

So great that Druig got jealous

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

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

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

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

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

You were often hanging out outside of training

And teased the others in sign language

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

You and Makkari fought over who got to teach who

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

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

Druig got more jealous

Eventually, he warmed up to you

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

You favored Makkari tho

Who wouldn’t? She’s awesome

Plus, she was the most fun

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

Which they were right

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

But still! We stan Makkari here

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— Ajak being doubtful of confessing her feelings ( HC's )

warnings: none

requests: open

a/n: omg? me actually writing something after months? there has to be something wrong with the multiverse haha.

bp: 37 if i'm not wrong.

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Ajak was the leader of the group, so there was no way she fell in love with you. . . a team member. . . someone with whom she should strictly have a professional relationship. . . a friend at most. . . right?

Except she did fall in love with you.

I mean, how could she not? You were just so. . . you.

Truth is, every little detail of you got her charmed. It was the little smiles you gave her, the sound of your laugh while hearing the eternals' bickering, how caring you were. . . and that's not even all of the reasons.

She could make a list if she had to. Cheesy.

But you were nothing but colleagues. Friends.

And that's how it should remain.

Oh, how she wished it wasn't, though. But everything in her screamed that it was wrong. She shouldn't.

It was hard to push aside her feelings and to pretend that they were purely friendly.

But good thing she was good at hiding things.

At least that's what she thought.

Until a pair of eternals noticed how much she changed whenever she was with you, being less confident and serious as she was usually, and instead turning into a shy mess.

Unluckily for her, Kingo and Thena had been the ones to figure it out.

It wasn't completely bad.

On one side, they did try their best to convince her to act on her feelings, to confess. . . on the other, one of the two was having way too much fun teasing her ( if you guessed it was Kingo, yes, you were right ).

Ajak negated everything, refusing to do as they said.

But eventually, it became harder to run away from them. Really.

Whenever you two where standing even remotely close to each other, Thena and Kingo would share knowing glances, to which Ajak would respond with a cold, hard one. It would be scary if only they didn't know she wouldn't do anything about it.

After all, your presence made her feel. . . nervous. Not in a bad way, but it did feel strange.

Nothing different happened in the next few days. However, as the time passed, the behaviour of the three started to concern you.

After finishing a reunion, you told the three of them to stay for minute, asking what exactly was happening. It was more than suspicious, now.

Nonetheless to say, Kingo and Thena left before you could utter a single word, leaving you and Ajak standing there, an uncomfortable silence filling the room.

At least this time, you could maintain the eye contact.

Breaking the silence, Ajak spoke up, “I apologise for their behaviour, I don't know what's gotten into them.” She chuckled awkwardly.

You just nodded, still not quite comprehending the situation. “What was all the staring–contest–thing about? It seemed. . . intense.”

Ajak had to take a moment before answering, being caught off guard by your question.

It was now or never. Maybe it was time to be honest with you and her own feelings.

“I apologise beforehand, and I ask you to please let me finish before you say anything.” You frowned, and if you were confused before, now you were even more.

But you kept quiet anyway.

“I came to realise that I have feelings for you, the kind of feelings that are more than platonic. I– I might be in love with you, and I know it's not correct and. . .”

You'd be lying if you said you understood a word of all the rambling that came after that. You could see her mouth moving but your brain had stopped working as soon as she said those words.

You didn't react, not until you realised she had stopped talking some moments before, and that was when you snapped out of your trance. Ajak was in love with you? Goodness.

It's not as if the feeling wasn't mutual. Truth be told, the leader had been on your mind for quite a long time now, taking a big part of your heart.

There was no thinking before your next move. You just leant forward and kissed her, slow and sweetly, once again catching her off guard. However, she did not waste a second before kissing you back, a little insecure but relieved. Relieved that you didn't think it was weird, that it wasn't bad.

The smiles on both your faces when you had to pull away were worth of being on a painting. Everything felt right.

And it was.

Yet, you would need to talk about all that and be clear about the feelings shared, but for now, you'd enjoy the moment.

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"Shame" - Druig x siren!Reader

SUMMARY: Eros comes up with a brilliant plan to lure out Arishem but that requires a rekindling of old friendships that haven't ended exactly peacefully. A billion-dollar question: does a siren's song work on Eternals?

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Word count: 830

Eros' plan was, to be frank, quite ridiculous and no one had a reason to even remotely believe it would work. But they were pressed for time and out of options, so the Earth's mightiest heroes were dependant on sheer dumb luck and crossed fingers. Luckily for humanity, history has been changed with less.

"Are we sure she will help us?" Makkari signed with a worried expression on her face. It was a question everyone had been silently entertaining. Trust was something none of them was capable of affording at that point.

"Either that or she will bite our heads off," Eros stated with a grin. "I've always found that endearing."

"Sirens aren't known for helping. They're brutal and stop at nothing." Thena remained unconvinced. Her skepticism was not at all misplaced. Sprite has told many stories about those creatures and only some of them were slightly embellished, just enough to make sure humans won't go looking for them.

"They also pay off their debts. And she just happens to have one."

The dive bar was exactly how one would expect it to be: loud, smelly, dirty and filled with clientele whose cockney accent became gradually less comprehensible with each cocktail. Sometimes it was hard to believe that those very same humans once built the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.

Eros marched through the swarm of people, clearly knowing where you resided. Maybe the credit's due or maybe he had enough common sense to follow the smell of gourmand perfume that vaguely carried in the stuffy air of the venue. Not to mention the line of moony-looking people all headed in one direction.

The lounge was filled with people and the gourmand fragrance that was strong enough to give vertigo even to chemical plant workers. They have barely stepped into the room when four men, roughly the size of Anna Wintour's closet, stopped them from going farther. Their expressions were weirdly dreamy and completely absent as if their minds were drowning in a blissful daydream while their bodies were but puppets for somebody else.

"Eros!" you exclaimed in an excited voice. The moony bullyboys stepped aside to let the Eternals pass through. Without the human barricade, they could see the exact reason Eros brought them to this place: you. "Hate to see you here, dove."

Laying on a velvet sofa, you were wearing a silky slip dress that could well be sold as lingerie. A white fur was thrown around your shoulders but you let it slip off in an inviting manner as you stood up and approached the newcomers. You were surrounded by the gourmand smell, noticeably stronger than anywhere else in the locale. It was a fragrance that made mouths water, bringing to mind memories of sweet treats and summer days - a smell one becomes addicted to as soon as they sense it.

"Long time no see, (Y/N). I have almost missed you."

"Then take a number and wait for your turn. Fancy a drink?" You vaguely pointed towards someone beside them.

They turned their heads towards a cheerleader-looking girl that had appeared out of the moony crowd inside the lounge. She was carrying a tray with red drinks inside martini glasses. The gourmand smell coming from the bevearges was intense enough to be considered pungent.

"Your powers don't work on us," Druig stated.

Yes, Eros would make sure of that. He's always been a killjoy.

A smirk crept unto Druig's face. He seemed amused by that fact as if he had already won some kind of rivalry. His expression, however, quickly changed when your shameless, intense gaze crawled up and down his body, taking in each curve and detail. Whether it was intentional or not, the inside of your lower lip was caught between your lips as if when choosing between lewd words and actions you have chosen to remain silent, for now. A cold shiver run down his spine as Druig unconsciously swallowed. The moment was brief, although he will remember it as if hours went by, and although he was wearing layers of clothing, your gaze made him not only feel completely naked but cut open.

"Shame," you said carelessly before turning back to Eros. "So, to what calamity do I owe this displeasure and why should I care?"

But your words were of little interest to Druig now. His previously flourishing pride and confidence were subdued by some newly-found sensation, a curiosity of sorts; curiosity about the could-have-beens. And this curiosity made him doubt his own self-assurance, his own words: could he be sure that he was immune to your siren song? That Eros' power withstood your ancient, cunning magic? Or did he, in his own desire, no matter how hidden and subconscious, subjected himself to your power?

Maybe, in some secret way he refused to acknowledge, he wanted to be like the crewmates you lured to shoals and sharp rocks? And what a shame that would be, for Druig to fall victim to his very own game.

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Last Wish

(Kingo x Reader)

Summary: Kingo left his family, refusing to fight both with them and against them. The moment he realized he was going to die, he made up his mind to make one last important confession.

|AN|: Found this in my drafts all the way from January. Edited it instead of sleeping, so it's probably not edited too well.

Also shoutout to billcwingcloaks for the movie reference.

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"Wait, where the hell are you going?"

"I still think Ikaris is right," Kingo said solemnly, darkness dancing in his softened gaze, facing something that pulled his heart and his mind in opposite directions, tearing him apart.

"So that's it, huh? Just gonna follow him?"

Follow Ikaris, help – allow – the destruction of this planet, of all the people they were supposed to protect. No, he couldn't. Kingo's own thoughts hurt, each and every one agreeing with the inevitable destruction painful, his own mind punching himself because as much as he knew stopping the birth of a Celestial was wrong, the thought of the whole humanity ending in nothing but mere hours burning him up from the inside.

"We can't win," he said in quiet defeat. They were no match, the end was inevitable, coming closer and closer, and each second seemingly approaching faster than the other. "There's no stopping this and we need to accept it."

'What do you want to do?' He smiled at Makkari, a little too sadly compared to the usual spark his eyes always shone with. 'We need you.'

Kingo nodded, yet the gesture carried the opposite meaning, his lips pressed together as peace spread through his body, knowing his fate is sealed and the future he might fear or look forward to would never come.

He has seen humans in similiar situations, when they knew how limited their time spent alive was, something in them seemed to snap, the desire to break free and not think of the consequences of their actions. As an Eternal, he had never been forced to hurry his life as it was never-ending, but now mortality has caught up to him. One thing he would never expect. The few little things he craved to try on his mind, whatever happening next insignificant.

Something inside him ached thinking of the loss, of the world crumbling apart, the terrified cries of all living slowly dying down in shortest moments patching a way for new generations – new lives. It was a sacrifice that was necessary, a sacrifice that was good, yet he despised it.

He loved Earth.

He love humans.

He loved...

He loved and he needed say it out loud, almost as if it would make the truth more real. The last thing, his death wish, consequences didn't exist, reality was ending, every sense in his mind keeping him from this now wielding no weight.

"I won't join Ikaris," Kingo said finally. "But I won't join you either. We would be fighting a pointless battle."

"We must try–"

"I love this planet," he cut through Sersi's interruption, holding out a finger towards her, to give his words more meaning or just warn her to let him speak, either way the room fell as silent as a grave, all gazes sharp and stabbing him through. "I love the people in it as much as any of you do, and I wish–I wish this wasn't happening..."

"It is," Phastos reminded him carefully. They all knew the meaning his words held, they understood him even without anything being spoken out loud, at least a bit they did.

"It is," Kingo agreed. "And I don't want to waste my last moment doing something pointless."

"So you think saving the world is pointless?"

"If you can't win then yes." With this, he pushed past the others, not looking back as he exited the Domo, barely waiting for Karun to say his goodbyes.

"Are we going home sir?" Kingo noticed traces of tears in his friend's eyes and all humor and good things to say had left him. He nodded, subconsciously grabbing the phone in his pocket, as if to make sure its still there, waiting for him to take action.

"Ah, there's something important on your mind."

"You have service here Karun?" he dodged the topic, nonchalantly trying to steer away from the serious conversation.

"Yes sir."

"Can I borrow it? Mine's not catching anything."

"Of course, of course." The man started fishing around his pockets, the tip of his tongue trapped in between his teeth, and wobbled slightly from side to side, struggling a bit to find his phone.

"You can go ahead, wait for me on the plane, I just need to make a quick call." Karun smiled at Kingo, a small knowing spark flashed across his gaze before he turned his back to him and walked away. He knew, of course he did, there was nothing that man didn't know when it came to Kingo.

He let out a long sigh, quickly dialing a familiar number by memory, his fingers typing almost on their own, it was a habit, something automatic he didn't need to control anymore. There was no way to go back, there would be no time to do this again. People often said to die regretting the things you did, not the ones you couldn't do, and Kingo had all the time of a mankind itself to thinking about the experiences, the memories, take the amazing things with him to his death: his success, his fame, the thousands of years of his life. He had plenty to regret, far worse than a few simple words, far more embarassing than the feelings he held against his will or a better judgment carried in his apparently robotic heart.

The phone rang, once, twice, seconds passing a sudden change of his mind flashed through him, almost like he jerked awake from a dream, a daze of too many things happening at once clouding his judgment. What was he doing? This wasn't him, he wasn't serious, he wasn't so upfront. He couldn't– he–

"Hello? Karun?" Your voice on the other side of the line answered and Kingo's hand shot up to his ear the second he heard you.

"Oh? Oh! Hi, this is... uhm... not Karun." He pinched the brindge of his nose with his fingers, cursing at himself in his head. Really smooth buddy.

"Kingo?"

"Yeah."

"What do you need? Did something happen?"

"No," Kingo lied and licked his lips nervously, his gaze wandering towards the Domo small in the distance, still floating above the ground. Everything was going to die. "Everything is fine, just felt like chatting, you know me."

Coward. Someone from the depths of his thoughts shouted.

You deserved to know in person. You deserved to be told better than over the phone. Or so he tried to convince himself, excuse the way he suddenly backed away.

"I do, you're very chatty."

"Incredibly, people love it, who else makes conversations as interesting as me?"

"No one, I admit that." He heard your laugh, a proud smile creeping up his lips as he listened to the delightful sound.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wanted to drop by, make sure you're still as much of a delight to look at as always, bless you with my presence." You were a great journey away, sitting at home clueless about the future, just going on about your day like it was no different to countless other before or those that would happen later on. Nobody knew. Nothing he said would linger on this earth, it didn't matter. His immortality wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't risk grieving your death dacades later still trapped in the same ageless body as you would slowly fade away. It was all about to end at once.

"Alright, I'll be waiting."

"Great." The line beeped and for a few seconds he found himself just staring at the phone fondly, just your number glowing on the screen. No picture, no name. He had taught Karun to save his contacts one too many times by know, still, he stuck to his old ways. He envied him the luxury of not adapting if he didn't want to, missing a certain parts of the past more than the others, sometimes wishing to go back in time where everything was simpler and his family was still together.

When walked into the jet, Karun was seated comfortably, gleefuly watching the recording he acquired throughout their little family adventure.

"How did it go sir?" the man asked, a cheerful smile on his face still even after learning his fate.

"Aren't you a bit too nosy?"

"Just a little curious sir," Karun shook his head. "I like romance very much, it's beautiful, I watch 'Dilwale Dulhania Leh Jayenge' at least twice a month."

Kingo chuckled to himself. This was nothing like 'Dilwale Dulhania Leh Jayenge'. It was a cold reality, the pressure of death the only thing forcing him into action. No space for the fire of passion, or the stories of happily ever after people humans told each other on quiet evenings.

"This is not a romance movie, dear friend," he said, sadness hiding behind the thoughtful expression. How much he wished it was. So many evenings he had spent reading his scripts over and over, playing men with happy endings, who fell in love without fear, spent the rest of their lives knowing for sure that one day it would just...end. Sometimes he envied them, wishing for his existence to be so simple, now even craving to be more than someone's luxury appliance for destruction.

"There are those with sad endings."

"Nobody likes those."

"My wife loved them." Kingo raised an eyebrow at the man, a small amused grin spreading across his face.

"That's a bit worrying."

"What I wanted to say, sir, not every movie ends well. Like Romeo and Juliet–"

"–not a movie–" he piped in, but Karun ignored him.

"–they both died, just like you will," his valet beamed, however, the smile dropped into a serious expression once he saw the way he was looking at him. "Which is very sad, of course."

An awkward silence filled the space between them, heavy with the worries in Kingo's heart. Karun wanted to help, he always wanted to help, only nothing could make this better.

It made him wonder why he wasn't scared, or didn't seem to at all, given the fast approaching demise.

The rest of the journey they spent in silence, Kingo looking out of the window, too many things running across his mind. Words he planned on saying and words he was too scared to; the whole time gathering the courage to truly look you into the eyes and say whatever he held back, hid inside him, for so long. He winced in emberassment whenever he caught himself thinking in such soppy way and if it were any other time, he would make fun of himself on his own.

When they landed, his mind shouted in protest as he moved, trying to talk sense, but his legs like with a brain on their own. His whole existence conflicted, more than once thinking back about the others, how he chose something selfish instead of staying with them. Instead of trying. But he couldn't die without you knowing, no matter the conflicted feelings.

Before he knew it, he was at your door, knocking nervously, shifting his weight from his heels to the toes and back while he waited for you to answer, box of chocolate in his hands. It was dumb, but it was the best idea he could come up with in the given moment.

"Took you long enough." Were your first word when you spotted him standing at your doorway, eyes fixated on the ceiling making it almost seem like he was praying. "Where did you call me from, Cuba?"

"Something like that." Kingo muttered, just staring at you, unable to find the right word to start. Till now he hadn't really knew the weight of what he planned to do, he didn't think about what he would say, words always coming naturally to him, he regretted it.

Silently, Kingo handed you the box, his gaze bearing into you, uninterrupted even with such a thing as blinking. His mouth opened, lips waiting to form a sound that never came.

"What, is it my birthday?" you smirked, taking the chocolates from him. Normally, he would return the witty remark, he really would, but that was not the time. Not the place.

Not the world.

"Nothing? You're starting to scare me."

"Can I come in?"

"Kingo, what's wrong?" you urged, ignoring his question just like he ignored yours. You were both living two different situations.

He felt like prisoner awaiting his death sentence, feeling the tight knot in his chest, the cold breath just at the nape of his neck. It was almost like time was no longer a concept, but a real force actively pushing against him, fighting and winning.

"Have you ever thought about what would be your last wish?" he said quietly, examining your eyes like they were the only thing he wanted to remember. They carried the galaxy Kingo cared the most about – your soul – and he found them the most beautiful he had ever seen. Even not remembering his past lives, he was certain none other could stand a chance against you.

You frowned, taken back. You weren't really prepared for something like that. Not from him. It was always just a friendly banter, poking fun and even the most serious moment turned into one filled with laughter. Kingo was the sunshine you always turned to, like a flower desperate for its light. That solemn man was not your sun.

"Theoretically," he quickly added when he saw your expression, almost hearing the doubt in your mind. Of course you knew something was wrong.

"Just...come inside." You gave up quite quickly, sensing it was not the time for games. Something was wrong and it was too visible on a cheerful face like his.

Stepping back, you opened the door enough for him to slide by, your bodies and clothes briefly touching as he passed. Neither of you tried to think about it just like all those times before where you both were just a little too close.

Soft click sounded from behind him as you closed the door, but Kingo couldn't bring himself to turn around and face you. It was easier, with his back turned to you, hiding the face his face twisted, how his gaze fell to your lips when he was too weak to resist.

"Kingo?" you asked into the heavy silence and only a quiet humm was your answer. "Talk to me?"

"Believe it or not, I don't know how."

A sad smile creeped to you lips as you watched his back and you remembered his question. "What would be your last wish?" You couldn't see his face, but his body twitched like he was about to turn around and stopped himself the very last second.

Maybe for the first time in his life, Kingo was truly scared. This was the only chance he could get, to open his stupidly synthetic heart to you, that beat all the same as a human one, and not fear what would happen if you rejected him. Not fear what would happen if you didn't.

Yet, at the same time, the thought of dying with the knowledge of your rejection, of him destroying all that you had and what he held dear, was still there.

"You know you can tell me anything," you whispered, trying to encourage him as you heard the tension and uneasiness hanging in the air above you.

He chuckled, dryly and ironically, as if all his good humor had left him, and turned to face you. Once again memorizing the shadows over your face, creases of your skin. He could remind himself of your humanity; of that one thing he thought he knew so much about and pitied the Earth for having to carry as a burden. As he watched you however, sculpting your image forever into his memories, hoping that in his next life he wouldn't forget you if he tried just hard enough, he wished to share the vulnerability of a human body.

Life seemed to be worth more if you knew it could end anytime.

"I wanted to keep this a secret, but I think you deserve to know." If you wanted to live the last moments elsewhere, with people you cared about, or had a wish just like his, you deserved to have the freedom to do it. To die the way you wouldn't regret. You are the one who only had this one short-short life.

"Yes?"

"The world is ending." You raised your eyebrows, an amused smile slowly spreading through your face, but disappearing when you saw no hint of humor in his features. Usually he would smirk, laugh at you for falling for something so obvious and maybe reveal the chocolate box was full of baby carrots, or something similiar. Not this time. "Wait, you're serious?"

"A really big alien is going to tear the Earth apart." The way he said it, like it was something ordinary, something he had made peace with, and just accepted the the destruction awaiting everyone. It must have meant he was messing with you. Why else would he be so calm?

"How do you even know this?"

"My family–" he stopped himself, trying to think if the best way to phrase it, "we...might have something to do with it."

"Kingo–!"

"That's unimportant right now!" He cut you off.

"Unimportant?!"

"Unimportant," he agreed. "So why don't you go and do that last wish thing we talked about?" Kingo hugged you around the shoulders, flashing you the usual charming smile, but it was stiff and as forced as his movements seemed to be.

"No." You freed yourself from his grasp. "You can't just say this to a person and not expect questions."

"Okay," he answered quietly and ran a hand through his hair. "Ask."

"What is happening? And start from the beginning."

From the beginning he did start. A bit more literally than you wanted him to. It felt like a knowledge you weren't supposed to have, but he kept going, every information crazier than the last and it all felt either like the craziest dream or the worst possible lie. So you just stayed silent and listened. About his family, about history and about he beginning of mankind. About Kingo's eternal life and a plan of the birth of new worlds; and the destiny of yours. He told you about the possibilities of rebirth and innovation, the sacrifice this world had to make.

"So you think the billions of innocent people aren't worth saving?" You asked him when he finished. His expression turned blue, he didn't shine as bright as you knew him, the weight of this knowledge heavy on his shoulders. He wasn't evil, you knew it, but you refused to believe he would let so many people die.

"It's more complicated than that." Kingo understood your anger, just like he understood the anger of his family. The desperation and naive hope that maybe with enough effort, destiny could change. His faith was strong, or so he assumed his whole life on Earth, but when he looked at the pain twisting your face, the fear hiding behind the tears in your eyes, his faith wavered.

"Why are you really here, Kingo?" you whispered and held his dark warm gaze. His lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath, but stopped himself from answering the very first thing that fell on his tongue. "No," you stopped him from another lie. Another attempt to dodge and escape from what he truly wanted to say. "The truth."

You knew him, you knew him too well. None of his true intentions could be hidden, not in such an open moment, not when he wanted to say everything he had been hiding for God knows how long. "This is my last wish," he admitted, the weight in his chest lighter, allowing him to feel the wild beating of his heart.

"Letting me know I will die?"

Kingo shook his head and stepped closer to you, his hand came resting on your cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb. He didn't look at you first, pondering over the possibilities, discussing with himself whether it was worth it. Hurting you both this way. But like he heard some say: love was pain. It didn't matter, you wouldn't have to bear it too long. "Letting you know, that I love you."

He heard the way your breath hitched in your throat and could feel the regret. Guilt over what he had now forced you to face. You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve his selfishness, you didn't deserve to die.

Nobody did.

An apology was already forming in his mind, wishing he could take it back and let you live in a world in which death didn't await you, where your death wasn't his fault.

However, as he was about to speak, try to save as much as he could, fix as much damage he had done on you, your hands cupped his face, pulling him close and silencing all his words with your lips. Just briefly, for a few seconds, just like you were unsure, either with yourself or the meaning of his words. Whether they were serious or the most though-out joke.

When you pulled away, worry written in the crease between your brows and he wanted to be selfish just for a few more seconds. Feel the kiss, your warmth and your touch before his very last bad decision. Maybe last decision ever.

His hand sneaked around your middle, crashing your body against his in an embrace, allowing you to be as close as he wanted, and sealed your lips back together. It was needier than before, he couldn't let go, all he needed to breath and feel was you.

Your hands came into his hair, subconsciously backing away as he pushed you against the wall, not once breaking the contact between the two of you, until your back hit the hard surface behind.

Kingo didn't seem satisfied and his lips left your mouth, smirking as he saw you whine in protest, and started kissing the outline of your jaw, pulling you even closer when you moaned and dug your fingertips into his shoulders, urging him on.

He moved down your neck, butterfly kisses turning into more passionate, sucking the skin and kissing it right after, breathing in the scent lingering everywhere in you body.

"Kingo," you cried out, hugging him tighter to yourself, read to plead for him to continue, to never stop, when his lips left your neck.

"You're right," he whispered to you, your faces so close you were breathing as one, and your lids almost fluttered closed every when your noses accidentally bumped into each other. "They are worth saving."

You looked up to meet his eyes, gentle, with the saddest smile that could ever adorn his handsome features, and smiled when he cupped your cheek with his hand once again. "You are worth saving."

With those words, he placed last gentle kiss on your lips, as a goodbye and a promise of seeing each other again. A promise that he will come back. To you.

"Please don't die."

Kingo smirked, some playful mischief back in the way he looked at you. Finally something you recognized, something that was the same as the old times. "I wouldn't dare. That was not even foreplay."

With a wink, he was gone. Off to save the world, back to his family, leaving you wanting and hoping to see him again. To have more than just a few desperate stolen moments to share. A lifetime together.

He could never have you for eternity. People age and die, fade from the memories of living, but stay in the hearts of those who loved them. Your memory will never fade. Kingo will carry it forever in his eternal heart.

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

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