#dane x sersi

[whimswonders]

Any good sersi x dane teacher fanfics to reccommend? I have a great need to read some flirty teacher antics.

[sersi]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

Sersi and Exodus' battle is something else, so much power being unleashed they are leveling the whole city.

[fassbendersflwer]

Eternals characters I write for -

Ikaris

Sersi

Druig

Dane Whitman

Eros Starfox

Kro ✊(I’m playing..)

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 6.3

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I come bearing the next mini-chapter! If you missed any previous installments and need to catch up, you can find them on my handy dandy Table of Contents here. The competition is heating up as everyone grows closer. How will the others fit into the group dynamic? Find out now in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

By the time dinner rolled around, Druig was pretty beat. Technicals were never fun, but this one had been particularly distressing: gluten free bread. Both he and Makkari were in the bottom half, which wouldn’t have been too terrible a few weeks ago, but now, it could spell disaster. Poor Phastos had come in last, leading him to retire early as usual rather than joining the rest of the group. Results had varied widely for the rest of them, leading to their current discussion.

“People think being vegan is hard, but going gluten free is the real challenge,” Sprite remarked.

“I concur,” Sersi added.

Says the one who came in first, Makkari interjected, a playful smirk on her lips.

“And it was very difficult!” she responded.

“Congrats, by the way!” Gil said, raising his bottle of water in a toast. The rest of them joined in, raising their assorted drinks to Sersi, which made her smile.

“Awww, thanks everyone,” she said as she clinked glasses with the group. While she seemed genuinely happy, Druig thought he spotted a hint of sadness in her eyes. It seemed Makkari had noticed, too.

Hey, you okay? she signed subtly, so as not to alert everyone, though most of them still noticed.

“Yeah, just thinking about our friends who’ve been sent home. Dane actually predicted I’d do well this week. I just wish he was still here to see it,” Sersi explained wistfully.

“You could just call him, right?” Sprite interrupted, sounding more like a statement than a question.

“I think she could, but it might be against the rules to give him too many details about the competition,” Ajak explained.

“And if I call him, I don’t know if I’d be able to hide it for long,” Sersi added.

“Ugh, couples are so gross,” Sprite lamented.

“Oh, we’re not together. Dane and I are just friends,” Sersi said a little too quickly, a blush starting to settle on her cheeks.

You mean he still hasn’t asked you out!? Makkari asked, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

“What? He’s done no such thing!”

“Really? I asked Thena out the day she got eliminated,” Gil piped up.

Everyone seemed to turn in unison toward Gilgamesh, not exactly surprised at the idea but surprised to hear it confirmed out loud. After a split second of silence, their reactions came all at once.

I KNEW IT! Makkari exploded, nearly shaking with excitement, which made Druig chuckle.

“Well, at least I don’t have to watch you pining after each other anymore,” Sprite said, her voice sounding annoyed, but a small smile on her face.

“That’s great, Gil!” Ajak added.

“She said yes, right?” Druig asked teasingly.

“She did,” Gil confirmed with a grin.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so happy for you two!” Sersi said.

“Thanks, everybody,” Gil replied, a bit surprised but still appreciative of the warm response. “To get back to the point, though, I didn’t wait long. So what’s holding Dane up?”

“I told you already. We’re just friends,” Sersi insisted, her face getting redder by the minute.

“Sersi, he spent most of his time talking to you and the rest of it staring at you when you weren’t looking. I think he might want more than friendship,” Sprite declared.

“That’s not even counting your interactions during dinner,” Druig chimed in, prompting Sersi to shoot him a look.

Maybe he just needs a push in the right direction, Makkari suggested, like advice from someone who knows you both.

“Hey now, we shouldn’t get too involved,” Ajak interjected. “I’m sure Dane is quite capable of asking Sersi out on his own, if that’s what she wants.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure,” Gilgamesh said pensively. “Asking someone out is a lot of pressure. It’s easy to just keep making up excuses for why you shouldn’t do it.”

What was your excuse with Thena? Makkari asked.

“I don’t know how much she’s told you, but we sort of knew each other a long time ago,” he began. “In fact, we were supposed to get coffee together, but she ended up moving away before we got the chance. When we ran into each other again all these years later, I wasn’t sure she’d still want to go out with me.”

“But she did,” Sersi said, smiling gently.

“She did,” Gil confirmed, smiling back. “But I didn’t realize that until the day she got eliminated, and she asked me how much longer I was going to make her wait for that coffee.”

“It was pretty obvious to the rest of us,” Sprite muttered.

“It never seems obvious when it’s happening to you!” he asserted. “You’re still young, Sprite. You’ll see what I mean when it happens to you. Anyway, Makkari might be onto something. If you want Dane to ask you out, Sersi, he might need a push in the right direction.”

“I still think it’s better not to interfere,” Ajak interrupted. She gave a pointed look at Makkari, who feigned innocence at the gesture. Ajak then turned her stern gaze toward Druig, who didn’t need to pretend to be surprised.

“Why are you looking at me?” he asked.

“You know why.”

“I don’t think he does,” Gil said, chuckling.

“For fully grown adults, you’re all pretty clueless, huh?” Sprite teased, sparking a chorus of “Heys” from everyone else. After a moment, she added, “Except for Ajak.”

“Thank you, Sprite,” she replied smugly.

-

As they left Ajak’s room, Druig hung back from the group a bit. Right on cue, Makkari turned to look at him, noticed his growing distance from the rest of them, and accepted his silent invitation to talk. She let the group get a bit further away before asking him, What’s up?

What was Ajak trying to get at earlier?

I think she just knows you’re my usual partner in crime, she replied, a sly smile playing at her lips. And she doesn’t even know the half of it.

Druig couldn’t help but smile, remembering their clandestine baking session earlier that week.

Do you think she’s right, though? Makkari continued.

About what?

About not interfering.

Druig thought about it for a moment, then he turned to her and said, No. I think I’m with Gil on this one. Sometimes guys need a push. Makkari’s small smile turned into a full-blown grin. I’d ask Sersi first, though. Just in case.

I will, but I think she’ll accept my help, she said. You saw her at dinner. She really misses Dane!

Yeah, I don’t envy their situation, he added. Although, if I can’t turn things around tomorrow, that might be us next week.

Hey, she said, as she stopped and turned him to face her. Stay strong. We’re both going to get through this week. You know why?

Why?

Because I won’t allow you to give up, she insisted. There was a soft smile on her face, but a steadiness in her gaze that told Druig that she meant it. It stirred something in his chest.

Thank you. I needed that, he said.

Anytime. With that, she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back and noted, not for the first time, that they seemed to fit together perfectly.

-

Honestly, so many cute ships came out of this movie. Hope you enjoyed this installment!

Part 21

[avengerphobic]

I love when marvel buff women pick up their giant of a boyfriend as if he weighs nothing

[josephinekhawaja]

Happy to have it confirmed that Emilia Clarke will be playing the daughter of Ben Mendelsohn in the MCU, though I thought her name would be Veranke. Not only to see Talos daughter all-grown-up, but out of amusement that throughout the Star Wars anthology films, I always thought Felicity Jones and Emilia Clarke could pass for cousins. I mean, biologically, Director Krennic is not Jyn Erso's Uncle Orson...but functionally, and evilly, he is✅☑. (All I am saying is from admittedly what little I care to remember of the Solo film, we never get a surname for Qira; and what even is the Star Wars galaxy without Daddy Issues and needing to hit up Maury Povich. I can see it in my own head at least.) I have had this vision for years, and now at least get to see it in their multiverse variants. Looking forward to their father-daughter dynamic, and glad Emilia gets to be her natural brunette self and not have to dye her hair green or whatever.

Also, can we please be having her meet Dane Whitman sometime. For...reasons, of science. Thank you.

[reiignonme]

♞ DANE WHITMAN TAG DROP!!

[cdragons]

Our Love is Eternal-Chapter 2 

Previous Chapter Pairing(s): Ikaris x fem!Elemental!Reader; Sersi x Dane Whitman Word Count: 5.0k words Chapter Summary: Ikaris continues to reminisce of the love you two shared while Sersi is about to meet an old friend Warning: slight angst, overload of fluff, Sersi mentally cursing, past natural violence, mention of abusive childhood, past violence Author's Note: Once again, a special thank you to the one and only @valeskafics for kindly agreeing to being my beta despite her insanely busy schedule! I could not have continued this fic (or any of my fics) without your help! Also thank you to everyone who decided to keep reading my works, I cannot tell you enough how grateful I am for all the likes and reblogs! I sincerely apologize for how long this chapter took, it is shorter than the last one. I'm trying to see if making my chapters shorter, I can post more frequently. Hope you enjoy this chapter! Be kind and like, reblog, and/or comment if you want me to continue!

“Ikaris…Ikaris…” 

It’s you. You were calling out to him. 

Ikaris reaches out to hold you, to press your frame against his for a single moment of bliss to fight the ocean of misery that had been his life since you left him. He feels your body shaking, and he looks down to see tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“Ikaris, I love you.” You swore to him. 

Why are you crying? 

“I love you so much.” 

Do you? 

“I’m sorry; I’m so, so sorry.” 

Then stay – please just stay. 

“Please, I’m begging you. Just forget me.” 

My cruel darling, how could you ask such a thing from me? How could you even think of mocking my pain with such an impossible favor? 

“Forget our vow, just be free of me.” 

If forgetting you is freedom, then let me be damned by your haunting. 

And then he woke up, and once more you were gone. 

Opening his eyes only to see that the sun had not risen yet, Ikaris stretched his tired muscles before rubbing his face to loudly groan at the idea of going through another tedious day of pretending to be human. Looking at the clock on his left bedside, he sees that it was only 4:42 am. Despite not needing to meet Sersi until at least 10, he knew that there was little point in attempting to sleep again. Instead, he decided to take a quick run to hopefully get his mind off you. He would have flown, but he felt the need to purposely limit himself to distract himself. Quickly getting dressed in a navy-blue cotton compression tee with black running shorts, he decided to make a route that would start at his building in Hammersmith to around Hyde Park’s perimeter, before returning. Putting a dark-grey hoodie, he quickly put in his ear buds before listening to one of the playlists Sersi made for him when she dragged him to buy a new phone after learning he only carried a flip phone. 

Being an Eternal – especially one that can literally fly – there was little point in exercising, as they cannot age, get sick, or physically change. But Ikaris found that it took a tremendous amount of both mental and physical concentration in limiting his physical capabilities to that of an average human male. He learned this when you made fun of his being unable to shoot an arrow from a bow like a human during one of your earlier outings together. 

He was grateful that the sun hadn’t risen yet, otherwise he certainly would have gotten some unwanted stares from civilians. While he was running, he tried to keep his head from glancing around the world around him – but it was futile. All he could see was the changes made to the city since its founding. What was once a tiny settlement from the Roman Empire expanded to the bustling metropolis now. By the time his run is over, the sun is rising, his playlist has ended, and he is ripping off his clothes to wash away all the sweat on his body to prepare for the day. He doesn’t bother to wait for the water to heat up before letting it pour against his skin. As the water slowly starts to warm up, he closes his eyes and lets his mind drift off to the entirety of his life. 

Ikaris remembered every moment of his seven-thousand-year lifespan on Earth. He remembered everything from the moment he awoke on the Domo, to the first time he spilled the blood of his first deviant, saving that young boy whose father was cruelly devoured by that same monstrosity. He couldn’t claim that he particularly enjoyed his existence, only that he knew he had a purpose to achieve, one bestowed upon him by Arishem. A purpose he intended to fulfill to the best of his abilities and expected the very same by his fellow Eternals. Although the mission had its obstacles, knowing that he was an integral component in carrying out Arishem’s plan for this planet was more than enough to him. According to Ajak, the Grand Celestial was very pleased by their progress and dedication in their faith towards him.  

Everything was going smoothly, until a sudden windstorm annihilated one of the settlements, they had been watching over for over a decade. Thankfully none of the humans were harmed, but the destruction was unsettling. Ajak assured both the humans and her children that the storm resulted from the Earth’s evolving climatology. But the storms continued, and the powerful gales were accompanied by heavy rain, followed by constant thunder and lightning. Even worse, the constant downpour of rain caused a rise in water levels, resulting in any settlement close to any water body to be completely flooded beyond repair. 

Ajak and Sersi had been completely beside themselves with panic for humanity’s tedious fragility, their tender and soft hearts breaking more and more with each loss of life.  

The kind and noble Makkari had fallen into bouts of depression in knowing that her extraordinary speed could only save so many; along with the fact that more links of humanity’s past were lost forever.  

Sprite was losing more of her spark and grew more aggravated as she could no longer use her illusions to lift their spirits, camouflaging herself into her surroundings to avoid any interaction.  

The ever so cheerful Kingo no longer flaunted their home, and only grew more withdrawn and taciturn.  

Thena only continued to train herself harder, growing more agitated by her unquenched thirst for battle, and her self-frustration at her inability to strike the cause of humans’ plight.  

Gilgamesh took it upon himself to be her sparring partner and emotional tether when her frustration grew too much.  

Phastos had nearly worked himself into a damn stupor in trying to figure out the cause of such calamity, only to discover that the natural disasters could not be considered “natural” at all.  

No, to classify the cause as “not natural” was a gross understatement. The chaos that erupted in the Domo in discovering that the abnormal wind patterns were from an all-powerful wind goddess referred to as Zephyr, “Mistress of the Winds.” However, it was not she who was the mastermind of all this destruction. No, that honor belongs solely to you…the younger sister of her most prized protégé who she adored to dote on.  

Despite what his other Eternals assumed of him; Ikaris was more than aware of his flaws. He knew that he could be at times overbearing and arrogant, that he can seem unkind and indifferent to humanity he had sworn to protect, that he at times had “tunnel vision” when it came to his mission and was uncompromising, and that he was too easily baited by his fellow eternal and rival Druig. But he could gladly accept all of his faults, if only so that he would be burdened by his greatest weakness, you.  

You, who pillaged the land with endless floods and harrowing winds, inflicting more damage upon the humans than any deviant. You, who plagued his mind since the very first time he laid eyes on you over six-thousand years ago on the shores of what is now referred to as the Mediterranean Sea. Ikaris remembered that time well, as he was sent with Ajak and Druig to not only formally announce their presence on Earth, but hopefully form a sort of partnership between them and the offenders. For Ajak to lower herself to ask for permission to meet with you was insulting to say the least, even Druig agreed with him on this matter.  

At first glance, Ikaris dismissed you as a spoiled goddess, drunk enough on her otherworldly power to delude her into thinking herself more important than his purpose to Arishem. How could he not, with your fine cerulean silk robes wrapped around your pliant body, further lavished in silver adornments and precious sea stones? It had not been until he looked into your eyes that he was taken back by their intensity and forced to reevaluate his original assessment. Those dazzling, glorious, beckoning (e/c) eyes that stared back at him with such blazing ferocity that he wondered if you were actually a fire demon disguised as a water goddess. 

The introductions were fairly straightforward; it was the matter of the “negotiations” that led to the problem. Ajak tried to explain that their mission as the “Eternals” was to protect humanity from the “Deviants” in order to aid them to prosper and evolve. She tried to explain how the flooding is a risk to their mission, and how their creator “Arishem” would bring dire consequences on those who intend to disrupt their assignment to the people of Earth.  

You then explained that you did actually care about the “surface walkers.” In your eyes, the moment they left the sea, you held no responsibility over them. What concerned you was the fact that since the “Eternals” arrived on Earth, the deviants had started to target those who relied on your protection. Not only that, but there have been multiple instances of territories being destroyed by strange energy beams. You and your brothers did not fight in a three-thousand-year war to banish your tyrant of a father and restore the sea’s delicate balance only for a band of pretty aliens in shiny tights to ruin it. Stating all of this, you demanded the head of the one who caused so much destruction in return for the flooding to cease. 

This is where the discussion got a bit…overzealous on both ends. As Ikaris admitted himself to be the one who could create the energy beams from his eyes – even giving you and your aunt a demonstration by destroying the impressive rock formation behind you into a million tiny pebbles. He then outright demanded that your childish temper tantrum cease, as you and your “people” were not more important than the orders from the Great Celestial Arishem. He told you of how as an Eternal, nothing was more important than the fulfillment of his grand design.  

This outraged you to no end, as you slammed the stone table as you quickly stood to meet your opponent’s gaze. You then countered Ikaris by stating that your family and kingdom had existed long before the surface walkers, let alone the Eternals. You went so far to blatantly called him a “puppet” to this Arishem character, for so willingly going along with his so called “grand design.” In your eyes, those who blindly followed a higher being were no different than pawns. And in your experience, pawns were the ones who were always the first to be sacrificed by the masters they followed. 

The two of you argued back and forth at one another for what seemed to be hours. Ajak and Lady Zephyr both appeared to be extremely nervous at the heated exchange; while Druig seemed more amused than nervous at the heated discussion. He didn’t want to voice his opinion, but he was intrigued by your honest skepticism. You were clearly someone who believed in proof through action and evidence as opposed to blind faith.  

Although, it wasn’t until you torpedoed sea water to Ikaris – no doubt resulting in a concussion and few dozen broken bones, added by you throwing your sandal to his battered face for good measure (leaving a clear red imprint of the shoe that would last for at least an hour) – that truly made you earn the mind controller’s respect. Ikaris would later flush in embarrassment every time Druig told this story to the team, describing in excessive detail how pathetic the Golden Son looked with his armor completely soaked, and how his body was ruined to the point he couldn’t even fly. 

However, in learning that your main concern remained in your people’s protection. Ajak suggested that you would aid the Eternals in preventing the deviants from consuming the humans, so long that they provide help to prevent the same from being done to your people as well. Along with that, Ikaris would be much more careful in making sure that his energy beams do not damage any of the ocean reefs.  

Despite knowing that this arrangement would be mutually beneficial to both parties, you still had to discuss it with your brothers before a final decision could be reached. However, you assured the Prime Eternal that you would immediately reach out to inform her when a final decision has been made and announce it in person. Ajak countered this by telling you that she would send both Druig and Ikaris as escorts as a symbol of good faith and respect between both families. Although he protested a great deal at the time, Ikaris knew that it was his duty as Ajak’s second-in-command to follow her orders. Looking back, he couldn’t help but feel very grateful for Ajak’s insistence of his company. If she had never done so, he would never have had the opportunity to get to know the beautiful complexity that was you. 

Since that meeting, he had to learn to tolerate your quips and pranks. He would be forced to make conversation with you in order to diminish the overwhelming awkward and silent tension. You would be forced to pretend that his company was welcome. He would learn about your complicated relationship with your mother, and the scars you carried from your father. You would apologize for calling him a puppet and admit that you were jealous of his ability to have faith in ideas and places and people he had no recollection of ever meeting before his mission on Earth. He would buy your first loaf of bread and smile fondly at how large your cheeks would get in how much you stuffed them. You would show him how to eat sea grapes raw and laugh at his bewildered reaction and gagging. He would see that beneath all the scars and sarcasm, was a girl who was robbed of any sense of security as a child. You would see that behind the stoicism and preaching, laid a soldier whose faith was his only constant in his role of an observer to constant change. 

In a way, you both were not so different from one another. You both were warriors with purpose forced upon them by higher beings with no choice in the matter. You both had to make sacrifices that painted yourselves as strong and hid away the cracks and broken pieces. But somehow, the broken parts of either of you made the most beautiful mosaic when put together. And that made all of the pain worth it. 

Ikaris was then brought out of his wistful melancholy at the realization that the warm water had turned icy on his skin. Immediately shutting off faucet, he stepped onto the rug and quickly dried himself before tossing his running clothes into the laundry hamper next to the bidet. He briskly sauntered off to his wardrobe and pulled out his typical daytime casual wear of a black crew neck t-shirt with black jeans and a dark peacoat with black leather Oxfords.  

Making an adequate breakfast of toast, eggs, and black coffee; he quickly ate as he watched the boats sail on the river from the view in his flat’s reception room. Glancing at his phone to note the time, he was shocked to find that he had less than fifteen minutes to get to the museum. Although his attendance was in no way expected and necessary today, he made a commitment to his friend and was determined to see it through. He swiftly washed his dishes and checked his home to make sure that nothing could burn, nor flood the apartment while he was away. Taking only his phone and his keys, he locked the door and exited his building. Greeting the daytime porter, Norman, who managed to expertly hail him a cab within seconds. As Ikaris handed Norman a generous tip for his service, he entered the cab before sinking into the seat as he looked at the river to his side. 

No matter how pretty the view might have been, no amount of picturesque sunlight could hide the heaps of grime and waste that laid on the bottom of the river floor. While London was never the most hygienic of cities, it has only worsened to an irreversible extent since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution in the 18th century. If Ikaris was grateful for only one thing since your disappearance, it was that you were absent from the horrors he is forced to witness every day. While you were never a fan of England, you and he shared many fond memories of Europe; the time you two spent in the early 3000 BC Scandinavia held an especially special place in his mind.  

You knew what snow was, and how it looked – your eldest brother’s domain was in the Artic Circle for Gods’ sake– but you had never been allowed to touch it, let alone play with it. And when you saw a small group of human children throwing snowballs at one another, you decided to make the biggest one you could make before chucking it directly to Ikaris’ face. Ikaris was so taken back by the assault, he barely registered what happened before you decided to throw another aimed at his solar plexus. Naturally, this led to a full-heated battle that lasted for the rest of the day. By the end of it, Ikaris couldn’t remember the last time he felt so young and laughed so hard. In fact, he couldn’t recall smiling so much before meeting you. But as the two of you laid on your backs, watching the stars and moon fill up the night sky, he heard you whisper something that he would never forget. 

“These lands must have magic inside its bones.” 

Confused, Ikaris wanted you to repeat yourself. But when he turned his head, there were no words. Because there you laid, soft smiles and flushed cheeks; but all he saw were your eyes. In that moment, there were more stars in your eyes than there were in the galaxy. Realizing you were expecting a response. Ikaris thought back to all the stories Sprite told to the humans at banquets and feasts. He would laugh at her made-up tales of magic and themselves as gods.  

But if someone like him can laugh and play like a human; if you were by his side laughing with soft smiles, flushed cheeks, and eyes filled with stars; if the two of you can lie on the snow-covered ground as time flies by; then maybe magic truly did exist beyond stories and ideas. 

“I think you’re right.” 

And he found that he meant it with all his heart. 

As Ikaris continued to reminisce about simpler times, he felt a soft mechanical buzzing. Knowing that it was most likely Sersi questioning him of his location, he reached into his pocket to silence the ring without even looking. Not even realizing that he was about to get everything he ever wanted for the last 600 years in the most unexpected way possible. 

NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM, LONDON – ABOUT 30 MINUTES EARLIER 

Since Ajak had split the team, and each member had decided to venture off in their own lives, Sersi was determined to continue to live amongst humans. She had seen millions killed by their own hand, but her love for humanity remained steadfast. As she continued to roam, she would live a life with a new role. Sometimes she was a wandering healer who could transform a rock into medicine; other times she would pretend to be a midwife, witnessing first-hand the wonders and joys of life and creation. In this time however, working as a museum scientist to one of the most prestigious institutions in the modern world was thrilling in a different way. She was able to meet so many people from all around the world, not including sharing her knowledge from her early life to the next generation of potential scholars. She may have been terrible with punctuality, but her natural ability to teach had saved her many close calls. However, she made sure to leave her shared flat with Sprite about 30 minutes earlier than usual to meet Dane and finally meet the mysterious historian this morning. But as she prepared herself, she slightly regretted that decision. 

Sersi couldn’t remember the last time she was so anxious to meet someone in a professional setting. She loved her job, and she was good at it too. Ever since her first day, she was always in her element. As she walked into her office, she was immediately relieved by the sight of a strong dark figure in a handsome white cover that was sitting on her papers.  

“One iced americano with 2 espresso shots and an avocado on toast for you my lady, from yours truly.”  

Oh, and Dane was there too! 

Sersi chuckled fondly at the sight of her boyfriend as he made a grand sweeping arm gesture to the takeaway feast before her eyes.  

“My hero,” she cooed as she held her hand over her chest as she pretended to swoon. “How did know?” 

“Well, considering how long we’ve been together,” he started, “I figured that the only way you were going to get here early enough to make a decent impression on our special guest was if you skipped your usual morning meal routine. So, I thought that some caffeine and overpriced toast would be enough to get you through the morning.”  

“Well, you thought correctly.” Sersi gave Dane a quick peck on the cheek before walking to her desk and setting her things down. “Isn’t this coffee shop really busy around this time?” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ve got an old schoolmate who works there as the chef. He made sure to set my order aside when I asked him last night.” 

“Oh no, was it any trouble?” No matter how sweet the gesture was, Sersi hated the idea of causing trouble for others, especially those she held close to her heart. 

“Nah,” Dane quickly reassured her, “I just owe him a pint or two when I next see him for drinks.”  

“Well, I’m very grateful for you and your friend.” She stated as she opened the takeaway box, only for her jaw to drop and her eyes to stare back at her human boyfriend. 

“You ate it?” The lovely eternal exclaimed in shock and betrayal, but Dane only shrugged while sucking a breath through his teeth. 

“Yeah,” he drawled out with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, “I didn’t actually expect you to show up early, and please hear me out before you get angry!” Putting his hands in front of him in an attempt to make peace, “I didn’t want it to go to waste, and I only really ate half of it.” As if pointing out that last bit would grant him any mercy. 

But seeing that he crossed a line, Dr. Dane Whitman made sure to save his ultimate weapon for guaranteed forgiveness.  

“Forgive me?” He begged, pouting slightly as he pulled out the most pitiful puppy-eyed expression he could manage. Fingers crossed behind his back in hopes that it would work. 

“Damn it,” thought Sersi, “he knows I can’t NOT forgive him when he does that.” Whatever defenses Sersi had were always knocked completely down whenever Dane pulled out that expression. It didn’t help that she found his pout incredibly adorable. She sighed in mock defeat. 

“Fine,” she conceded, “I suppose that I can forgive you this one time.” Walking over to her mortal lover as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she closed the distance until their lips were a breath apart.  

“But don’t ever eat my toast again.” Sersi stated with an expression too serious to be taken seriously. 

“Deal,” Dane nodded in mocking serious expression, the ends of his mouth lifting as Sersi leaned in for a kiss. It was almost pitiful how devastated she was when she pulled away to eat the rest of her feast. 

“By the way,” she stated after taking a large sip of her coffee to wash down the toast, “Isaac is coming to visit today. To see the historian visiting today.” 

“Since when was he interested in nautical folklore and oceanography?”  

It was a fair question to ask. Ikaris may have been an ancient immortal being that watched over humanity’s evolution, but Isaac Harris was a man with PhD’s in both Classical and Historical Archeology.  

“He just wants to make sure that our time and resources aren’t going to be wasted,” reassured Sersi, “that’s all. But I think he’s more curious to see if I can actually manage to come in before him in anything.” 

 “Well,” Dane chuckled, “good to know you beat him today at least. But seriously, how are you feeling today?”  

“Yeah!” Sersi cheerfully replied, “This wouldn’t be my first rodeo, and knowing that she is closer to our age will help smooth any awkward tension!” 

“At the very least, she’s closer to the age I put on my resume,” thought Sersi. 

“Good to know at least one of us is confident,” chided Dane to the beautiful Eternal. But his next words were very sincere, “it’s impossible to not adore you though.” 

Sersi did genuinely swoon that time. She was surprised that her knees managed to keep her steady. Luckily, the clock above her office’s entrance showed her that they were both dangerously close to being barely early in meeting their guest. 

“Well, we better head down now,” she softly stated as she walked toward the door with her incredible boyfriend’s hand locked with hers. “After all, first impressions and punctuality are the things that mean a great deal to us Brits.”  

Dane’s smile grew even larger at her terrible joke, “Most of us at least.” And he swore that his morning became ten times better at hearing her laugh on his own. 

After what seemed like an eternity of impatient walking in the familiar halls and corridors to finally reach the grand lobby, both Dr. Sersi and Dr. Dane Whitman hurried down the ornate staircase. To their shock and amazement, their mystery guest was already there, standing with their backs turned toward them and staring at the colossal skeleton hanging above her. Reaching the bottom, Sersi felt there was something strange about this person, almost…familiar. 

“Hello,” Dane called out, “I am so sorry for making you wait. Although, it’s a huge relief to know that someone of your caliber would find our institution’s Hope to be worthy of your attention. The full story is quite remarkable actually, see she-” 

“She was found in 1891, along the Irish coastline,” a hauntingly familiar voice interjected, “judging from the sheer size of the skeleton, I’d say that the fisherman must have gained a fortune by auctioning the corpse. I can’t imagine how long it must have taken the buyer to butcher the meat and boil down the blubber.”  

Sersi swore she stopped breathing. It couldn’t be…could it? 

It wasn’t until their guest paused to turn and faced the couple that Sersi felt her heart beating more rapidly by the second.  

Over 5000 years ago, Sersi met a young woman who came from the sea. The young woman was the product of two great beings, each containing powers that existed before time itself. She lived a hard life, but she grew strong. She learned to control the sea she came from, along with banishing a primordial evil. But with peace came solitude, and with solitude came loneliness. But she eventually found the Eternals, or rather they learned of her. An agreement was brokered between the two parties, and what was an alliance of necessity came a bond willingly forged of fond memories. But around 600 years ago, the young woman disappeared for unknown reasons, and was never seen again. 

Until now apparently. 

Sersi couldn’t believe her eyes. It was over 600 years ago in Mesoamerica. You had donned your battle armor and unsheathed the blade the finest sea smiths forged in honor of your first kill in the name of your eldest brother’s new empire. Sersi remembered how terrified Ikaris was in that battle; he could not remain by your side since the Deviants were scattered across the region, and you alone had to cover the coastline. It was a brutal battle that day. By the end, your pristine robes were shredded and whatever remained was drenched in tar-like blood. She could see new scars and bruises littered on the skin that peaked through the torn cloth. That steady stance that could only come from a seasoned warrior such as yourself was gone; in fact, you looked less like a warrior and more like a beggar. Your body had taken so much damage that you could only be healed by your second eldest brother. Sersi remembered being terrified of your well-being, but you reassured her that you would soon return. She wept for days after learning from Ajak that you could no longer return. 

And yet, here you were! You were right in front of her! Except that it seems you traded your warrior aesthetic for modern business casual. She took in the sight in front of her. You were smartly dressed in a double-breasted blazer with gold buttons over a striped cotton zip sweater, and light-wash straight leg jeans paired with a pair of flat-heeled light brown loafers. The familiar braids you styled daily were replaced with a sleeker, more modern style. She took in your figure, pitifully attempting to find any resemblance between the image of the woman before her and the memory of her friend who she thought was gone. The only thing that confirmed your identity to her was the lapis lazuli charm attached to a gold chain around your neck. 

“It matches his eyes.” You told her when showing her the gift Ikaris gave all those years ago. 

As if sensing that Sersi finally confirmed your identity for herself, you gave out a warm smile. 

“Hey Sersi,” you cheerfully stated, “it’s been a while huh?” You walked forward and wrapped your arms around her to give her a tight hug. 

Reciprocating your embrace, Sersi had only one thought going through her head as she warmly greeted you back. 

“You bitch.” 

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[lilacliquors]

day six: baby, it's cold outside

pairing: druig x reader

word count: 661

notes: and here's day six! personally, i don't mind this song that much, and this prompt was cute and flirtatious to me. as always, reblogs, comments, or asks are highly recommended, and likes are appreciated. enjoy <3

it was near the end sersi and dane’s annual christmas party, and you were getting bundled up and ready to head back outside. it had begun to snow about halfway through the party, and by now, it was really coming down. it wasn’t ideal weather to travel in, but you had no choice.

“leaving already?” 

you looked up and druig, the man you’d been talking to most of the night, was leaning in the doorframe, hands in his pockets and a small smile on his lips.

“oh yes,” you said. “i don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“pretty cold out there though, isn’t it?” he asked, making his way over.

“it is, but it’ll only get worse if i stay longer,” you said. he joined you by the front door, then leaned against the arm of the couch that was nearby. you could feel your cheeks warm slightly, but you chalked it up to being bundled up in the warm house.

“just being by the door made your hands all cold, like ice,” he said, reaching forward and taking one of your hands gently. and he was right, your hands were cold. nothing a glove couldn’t fix.

“well, uh, if i don’t get back soon, my roommate might start to worry,” you said, your voice soft.

“gorgeous, i really don’t see a reason to hurry,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze. you could feel your heart pound in your chest, and he was much closer now than you realized.

“well, you haven’t met her,” you said, laughing a bit.

“i’m sure she wouldn’t mind you staying a bit longer. it’s not exactly good traveling weather, is it?” he asked, looking down at you. the way his blue eyes sparkled with a playful mischief was enticing. maybe you did want to stay a little longer. there was no harm in that, right?

“i’m just worried she might start to overthink and panic…” you said.

“you could always give her a call. i mean, look at all the snow. you shouldn’t be out in that,” he said, and you glanced behind you. it did seem to be blowing up a bit more, and staying inside felt like it would be much better…

“i suppose i could stay a bit longer. what’s one more drink?” you asked, and he smiled a bit.

“come on, take off your coat. it’s not a problem if you stay a bit longer, honest,” he said, and you nodded. carefully, you removed your hat and coat, and he took them both from you gently.

“i think i’ll take your advice and give her a call, so she doesn’t worry,” you said.

“good idea. i’ll go get you another drink. will hot chocolate work fine? it’ll warm up your hands,” he said.

“that would be great. thank you.” you smiled as he went into the kitchen. you took your phone from your pocket and dialed your roommate’s number, and she was quick to answer.

“oh my god, where are you?” she asked.

“i’m still at sersi’s. thought i’d stay a bit longer,” you said, peeking into the kitchen. Druig gave you a little wave, and you returned it with a smile.

“i dunno, i think you should head back. it’s only gonna get worse out there the more the night goes on.”

“yeah … but it’s cold outside. and it’s nice and warm inside.”

“mhm, sure. i still think you should come back.”

“and wouldn’t you feel bad if i got pneumonia and died out there?”

“don’t be so dramatic!”

druig returned moments later with your drink, and you accepted it with one hand and a smile. the warm mug was like heaven against your hand, and his eyes were so kind.

“don’t worry about me, i’ll be just fine,” you said, and before she could argue, you hung up and slid your phone into your pocket.

“glad i decided to stay,” you said softly.

“well, i did warn you. baby, it’s cold outside.”

[alaynasansa]

On this special day I wanted to share some of my favorite female characters in literature, cinema and tv

Sansa Stark (asoiaf)

Catelyn Stark (asoiaf)

Arianne Martell (asoiaf)

Elia Martell (asoiaf)

Brienne of Tarth (asoiaf)

Rhaena Targaryen (daughter of Aenys) (asoiaf)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (asoiaf)

Elizabeth Bennet (pride and prejudice)

Amy March (little women)

Galadriel (lotr)

Arwen (lotr)

Eowyn (lotr)

Leia Organa (star wars)

Shira Brie aka Lumiya (star wars)

Padmé Amidala (star wars)

Danni Quee (star wars)

Sabé (star wars)

Mulan (mulan)

Anna Marie Lebeau aka Rogue (x-men)

Lorna Dane aka Polaris (x-men)

Emma Frost aka White Queen (x-men)

Rachel Summers aka Askani (x-men)

Betsy Braddock aka Captain Britain (x-men)

Monet St Croix aka Penance (x-men)

Sue Storm aka Invisible Woman (fantastic four)

Sersi (eternals)

Joyce Byers (stranger things)

Kira (knights of emerald)

The Knights of Emerald is a heroic fantasy book series written in french taking place in a fictional medieval universe. Kira is the main female character. In short : She is purple from head to toe, with clawed fingers and toes, sharp teeth, and vertical pupils. She's half insect (her father is a giant ant, so what ?) half fairy and half elven. Her father is a megalomaniac emperor who raped her mother and wants to invade the continent where she lives. She is a crown princess but abdicates her throne because she knows nothing about politics and prefers to fight to protect her people as a knight. During the series the reader sees her grow from a toddler to an undisciplined nine-year-old child who does not yet have the maturity to understand why she is overprotected against her father's schemes and why she does not have the right to become a squire like her friends, then to a fifteen-year-old teenager who is insecure because of her looks, finally has the right to join the knighthood and experiments romantic love, then to an experienced adult who still goes through several trials before she can fulfill her destiny. I love this character !!

Bridgess (knights of emerald)

Bridgess is smart, straightforward and a born leader. She's kind of like a big sister to Kira and has been very supportive of her. She manages to stand up to the most stubborn characters of the series but sometimes she breaks down and fails because she is not perfect and perfect characters are boring

Swan (knights of emerald)

Swan is brash and has trouble obeying. She was born into an extremely sexist kingdom and continually feels the pressure of having to prove herself in order to be as respected as men are within knighthood. She's quite friendly and very tolerant, especially with her best friend Kira. Swan starts a family in the midst of war and struggles to deal with this new change in her life, fearing that she will not be able to fight with all her pregnancies, experiencing guilt and pain at not being able to be with her children and not seeing them grow up as much as she wants

[canonrpfinder]

anyone else still love 2021's eternals? no? just me? i'm hoping to find writing partners willing to do just about anything with the fandom. i'd love to explore the dynamics between the characters or throw ocs or even other marvel characters into the mix. even though i'm open to doing just about anything, i would love to focus on druig x makkari, thena x gilgamesh, sersi x dane (exploring the black knight), druig x ikaris, and kingo x sprite (with sprite having visibly aged after the events of the film). i'm 21+ and literate/advanced literate/novella looking for 18+ writers who write about the same.

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[roleplayfinder]

anyone else still love 2021's eternals? no? just me? i'm hoping to find writing partners willing to do just about anything with the fandom. i'd love to explore the dynamics between the characters or throw ocs or even other marvel characters into the mix. even though i'm open to doing just about anything i would love to focus on druig x makkari, thena x gilgamesh, sersi x dane (exploring the black knight), druig x ikaris, and kingo x sprite (with sprite having visibly aged after the events of the film). i'm 21+ and literate/advanced literate/novella looking for 18+ writers who write about the same.

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[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 1.2

Hello fellow Drukkari stans! I just wanted to say thanks so much for the support and feedback last week. I am back with a part 2 of last week’s fic! I had a lot of fun with this one. Got some other characters showing up and got to flesh out the dynamics a bit. Hopefully no one is too OOC. Also, I am not a baker and have no idea if anything I wrote on the subject is accurate :). Anyway, if you missed part 1 and would like some context before you read this, you can find it here. Now, here is the next part of my Drukkari Great British Bake Off au!

One challenge later, Druig was already exhausted. He’d mainly been worried about getting the icing on his cake in time (which he did, by some miracle, even if it sort of melted off), but the thing he really struggled with was the interviews before and after. He was one of the first to go, leaving him little time to get nervous again at least, but he still felt like a deer in headlights, and he was pretty sure he gave them nothing but terse answers. At least they’d have plenty of others to use.

That aside, he was pretty content with his signature cake. The judges had appreciated his choice of flavors and the resulting textures, even if the icing had turned out rather messy (but it was there, at least). As such, he was looking forward to trying it himself during their lunch break.

Just as he was sitting down to eat, Makkari came out of her own interview. He waved her over and she took the seat across from him.

How’d your interview go? he asked.

Good, I think, she responded. But I might have given them too much.

It’s alright, he replied. I think I gave them too little. You’ll balance it out.

This earned him a chuckle, which may have made his stomach flip.

Did you try your cake yet? she asked.

No, would you like some?

Her smile widened once again. Sure!

The theme had been based around colors. The judges wanted a two-tiered cake in a color that the baker felt represented them in some way. He’d gone with a blackberry cake decorated with black icing and raspberries. He’d also added a dash of cinnamon to the batter, which the judges had enjoyed despite their initial concerns about the combination. Even with this in mind, Druig braced himself when Makkari lifted her fork to her mouth to try some. To his relief, she immediately broke into a smile.

It's really good! she said, putting extra emphasis on the “really.” It’s not too sweet or too tart.

Thank you, he signed shyly.

Try some! she told him, gesturing to his plate. He obeyed, taking a rather large bite. She was right. While he had tested the recipe at home, he thought it had turned out even better today. The flavors were well balanced, and while it would’ve been better if the icing hadn’t melted off, it was still quite satisfying.

Okay, your turn, he said, gesturing to Makkari’s own cake. She arched an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, but she kept a playful smirk on her lips as she pushed her cake toward him.

Based on what the judges had said, her cake had turned out much better than his. Her decorations hadn’t melted off like his, which certainly helped. Makkari had gone for a dark chocolate and red velvet cake, foregoing the typical red and white look for red and deep brown that almost looked black. It was certainly a visually striking cake that had stood out against the mainly cool-colored cakes of their fellow competitors. Druig took a bite and was immediately struck by how rich it was. But despite that strong first impression, there was also plenty of depth in the flavors, especially the chocolate.

“Wow,” was all he could say at first.

Good wow, or bad wow? she asked, carefully studying at his expression.

“Good wow,” he replied. “Very good wow.”

She chuckled at this, and he was just about to say more when someone else approached their table. It was the fashionable man from before – Kingo, Druig had learned. During the challenge, his station had been just in front of Makkari’s, and she’d been delighted to discover that he knew BSL as well – better than Druig did, actually. Druig knew he had no right to be jealous, so he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as the other man sat next to Makkari.

“Hi Makkari! Mind if I sit?” he asked enthusiastically.

Not at all! she answered. Have you met Druig yet?

“I have not!” He extended his hand to Druig, and they introduced themselves again.

We were just trying our cakes, Makkari explained, gesturing to their plates.

“Oh! Want to try mine?” Kingo’s cake had been ambitious, to say the least. He’d gone with a vibrant ube cake with passion fruit and guava inside, as well as mango slices decorating the top. While the judges hadn’t faulted the fruit combination, the other flavors had overpowered the ube, and the cake had turned out rather sticky and dense with all the fruit weighing it down. Nevertheless, Makkari accepted the offer and took a small bite. He offered some to Druig too, and he was just curious enough to accept. Makkari’s face gave little away as she chewed thoughtfully under Kingo’s watchful gaze. Druig actually did enjoy the flavors, but the judges were dead on about losing the ube, and it was definitely much chewier than a cake should be. After a moment, Makkari lifted her hands to say, It’s… interesting.

“Well, I’d hate to be boring,” Kingo responded. “Thoughts, Druig?”

“I think interesting is an apt description.”

I love the color! Makkari interjected.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure you’d let me sit with you since mine doesn’t match your color scheme.” Druig hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he saw it, it was hard to ignore. Makkari’s cake neatly inverted his own cake’s colors.

Well, now that you mention it… Makkari signed with a coy smile. Kingo’s mouth fell open in feigned hurt as he turned to Druig.

“Druig, don’t let her kick me out!”

“I think the lady has decided.”

Maybe you can sit with Karun! At this, Kingo’s jaw nearly hit the table. The tea-touting gentleman, Karun, had also decided to make an ube cake, but unlike Kingo’s, he had not lost the ube flavor by adding other fruits. As Kingo began to sputter in shock, Makkari dissolved into a fit of giggles, and Druig was fighting the urge to do the same. Kingo started to stand, but Makkari pulled him back down, signing, Kidding! Stay!

“You sure you don’t want to give my seat to Dane?” Dane, the other brunette, had gone for a black cake as well, but his was black forest. Coincidentally, the brunette in question had just walked into the dining area and was looking for an empty table.

I think he has someone else to sit with, Makkari observed. Right on cue, the pretty young woman from earlier walked in, and Dane smiled and waved at her.

“What was her name again?” Druig asked.

“Sersi, I think.” Kingo responded. The table grew quiet as they observed Sersi walking to Dane’s table. Just as she was beginning to speak, Druig felt a tug on his arm.

Stop watching or they’ll think we’re weird! Makkari signed emphatically.

“They wouldn’t be wrong,” he signed back, whispering along so the other table wouldn’t hear. This earned him a snort from Kingo and a playful shove from Makkari.

Speak for yourself! Now, tell me what they’re talking about.

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Yes, I had to work in the matching costume color schemes somehow. I thought about changing Dane’s, but there’s also something amusing about both him and Druig choosing black but having very different takes on it. And once again, likes, reblogs, and feedback would be much appreciated!

Part 3