#sersi x dane

[sersi]

Kit Harington as Dane Whitman and Gemma Chan as Sersi Eternals (2021) dir. Chloé Zhao

#marveledit #eternalsedit #filmedit #gchanedit #kharingtonedit #sersiedit #**elysiaedits #**elysia's gifs #sersi #dane whitman #eternals #they're so cute 🥺 #sersi x dane

[avengerphobic]

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

#jennifer walters #jenwyatt #sersi #sersi x dane #there are other but these are the two i was thinking of

[annamarielabeau]

MCU Phase 4 ships I hope to see have some outcome.

Druig/Makkari-My favorite Marvel ship EVER!!! Like, seriously I want someone to love me the way Druig loves Makkari. Barry Keoghan and Lauren Ridloff just have amazing chemistry, need I say more. Whether it’s in a movie sequel or prequel series I just hope to see more of them being a power couple, working together more, I just want them to have more screen time than they did in the first movie, they’re so sweet! 

Sersi/Ikaris and Thena/Gilgamesh-If there’s ever more Eternals content, I would like to have a prequel series about the Eternals time on Earth to better understand the characters and the relationships. Ikaris and Sersi included. I was moved by their little moment at the end of the movie but I just want more of them to understand the severity of the scene a bit more. Thena and Gilgamesh, I tbh only see as a purely platonic friendship, but if it wasn’t that works just as well. Again with a prequel series of some kind we could see more of them together and understand the reason why Gil chose to take care of Thena. (Plus Don Lee did say he signed up for more than one Marvel project so.....)

Sersi/Dane-They were very cute together, whatever is in store for them I’m on board 100%!! 

Xu Xialing/Katy Chen-I don’t really ship these two but I can see it work. One’s the love-able dork and the other is just a bad-ass. Friends to lovers, yes! 100%

Maya Lopez/Kazi Kazimierczak-Like Gil and Thena this could very well be a platonic friendship or a romantic relationship. (The scene when Kazi is patching up her wounds tho and how Maya dressed up when she went to fight him like?!) Either way they definitely have a history together. As shown in the deleted scene for Hawkeye, I’m not sure if he’s actually dead. (95% sure he is) Whether or not he is blah blah I want to see maybe one flashback scene of them in the Echo series or how his death affects or affected Maya. 

Thor/Mighty Thor (Jane Foster)-Love and Thunder wasn’t one of my absolute favorite phase 4 movies ever but I liked this “remedy” of their relationship. The “Our Last Summer” monologue was so funny and served as a great way for the audience to understand the importance of their love etc. Jane is obviously dead, died a warrior’s death, she’s now in Vahalla. I don’t know how but at some point I just want Jane and Thor to reunite, even if it’s just for a moment. 

Wong/Sara-Not too many people know about this one I’m sure and Sara for those who don’t know Sara is the one who destroyed the Darkhold, then sacrificing herself. Again with the platonic or romantic relationship question. I think it can be seen as either of them. They might have had some history together. But the moment they had together before Sara sacrificed herself and how she touched Wong’s cheek, so sweet!

Doctor Strange/Clea-I don’t know anything about them in the comics other than at some point they get married and Clea is Dormammu’s niece. But if they get together, I’m down, I kind of just want Stephen to be happy. 

Peter Parker/MJ Waston-These two are so cute!! They deserve the world. I don’t think they’ll ever be together again which is probably for best since for the moment, they seemed to have set up a Tobey Maguire Spiderman self discovery arc for Peter. But somehow I’d love to see MJ and Peter reunite. 

Kamala Khan/Bruno Carrelli-Now Kamala Khan has a few potential love interests as she does in the comics. I’m not getting ahead of myself, there’s only been one season so far, (season 2! season 2!!!) I’m team Bruno. But if they ever get together, I’d rather see more of their backstory and more of them together. 

King Valkyrie/Captain Marvel-This ship has been around for a while and I know there has been a rumor of Valkyrie being in The Marvels because of the deleted Insta post, posted by Zenobia Shroff. I’d wouldn’t mind this at all. Kevin Feige said “Every King needs a Queen” I want to see more of Valkyrie’s bisexuality expressed.

Loki/Sylvie-I mean I don’t care either way if they end up together, I’m not uncomfortable that they’re their both Loki’s, they’re from different universes so, not that bad? When it comes to their future, I don’t see them actually end up together, for Loki season 2, they’re probably just going to ignore their history and work together, maybe flirt a bit a little on the way. 

Jack Russell/Elsa Bloodstone-I sensed a bit of romantic vibes between them, I have no idea when or if we’ll ever see them again but I kind of just want Jack to show up and see Elsa again while she’s basically creating a new legacy of her family’s name and stopping monster hunting etc. 

Jennifer Walters/(She-Hulk)Matthew Murdock(Daredevil)-Whatever happens for these two crime fighting lawyers, I’m down. They had amazing chemistry in the show and I liked it because Jen met someone who made her happy. 

Ayo/Aneka-I didn’t know this but they are a couple in the comics, this is briefly represented in the movie. Like Ayo saying “I told you not to bring the daggers” and then Aneka kissing her head towards the end of the movie. I just want to see more of these beautiful warrior women enjoying their lives in their lakefront house. Make it happen Disney Plus!!!

Shuri/M’Baku-There’s not a lot of hype around this ship, some fanfics. After seeing Wakanda Forever I just felt some romantic vibes between them. I don’t see them becoming anything. But I just liked throughout this movie Shuri and M’Baku are just these two leaders doing what’s best by their people, Shuri is struggling and receives some council from M’Baku. Even if there’s nothing romantic between them I still appreciate the respect they have for each other. 

#Eternals #makkari x druig #drukkari #sersi x ikaris #thena and gilgamesh #sersi x dane #werewolf by night #jack russell x elsa bloodstone #multiverse of madness #doctor strange x clea #mcu wong #sara multiverse of madness #black panther wakanda forever #hawkeye #maya lopez x kazi #ayo x aneka #spiderman no way home #mj x peter #she-hulk #jennifer walters x matt murdock #ms marvel #kamala x bruno #thor love and thunder #thor x jane #mighty thor #king valkyrie #valkyrie x carol danvers #loki x sylvie #loki show

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Needing Each Other

read on AO3

~1k, Ikaris/Sersi/Dane, No Rating, Post-Canon AU

Summary: Ikaris survives. He finds Sersi and Dane in the middle of their wedding, realizing it's not too late.

#marvel #eternals 2021 #ikersi #danersi #eternals movie #ian mckellen #eternals mcu #dane whitman #ikaris mcu #sersi mcu #ikaris x sersi #sersi x dane #ikaris x dane #eternals fanfiction #eternals fic

[whimswonders]

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

#eternals #sersi #dane whitman #sersi x dane #dane x sersi

[lilacliquors]

all of kinktober, conveniently located in one place!

day one: praise kink - gilgamesh

day two: edging - sub!druig

day three: pegging - sub!ikaris

day four: overstimulation - jonathan byers

day five: bondage - sub!ikaris

day six: sensory deprivation - soft dom!druig

day seven: mutual masturbation - kingo

day eight: public sex - kingo

day nine: wax play - ikaris

day ten: roleplay - eddie munson

day eleven: oral - makkari

day twelve: face sitting - sersi

day thirteen: body worship - steve rogers

day fourteen: quickie - dane whitman

day fifteen: lingerie - eddie munson

day sixteen: degradation - steve harrington

day seventeen: dirty talk - nancy wheeler

day eighteen: biting / marking - jonathan byers

day nineteen: spanking - robin buckley

day twenty: sex toys - thena

day twenty one: breeding kink - soldier boy

day twenty two: multiple orgasms - billy hargrove

day twenty three: hate sex - billy hargrove

day twenty four: hair pulling - robin buckley

day twenty five: shower sex - sub!druig

day twenty six: masturbation - gilgamesh

day twenty seven: sixty-nine - jonathan byers

day twenty eight: cockwarming - diego hargreeves

day twenty nine: size kink - jim hopper

day thirty: thigh riding - gilgamesh

day thirty one: uniform - dealer's choice ( soldier boy )

#atomwritez #marvel gilgamesh x reader #sub!ikaris x reader #sub!druig x reader #jonathan byers x reader #kingo x reader #robin buckley x reader #jim hopper x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #soldier boy x reader #steve rogers x reader #dane whitman x reader #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #sersi x reader #makkari x reader #thena x reader #druig x reader #atomwritez kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober2022

[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

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #background thenamesh #background sersi x dane #chloe zhao gave us all the ships #and i love her for that

[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.

#Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen #Jon x Daenerys #never cared for Sersi x Dane Whitman #so can we please get my man an upgrade in alien girlfriend #The two of them are clearly situated in the UK by accent so make it happen. #Though in all actuality will probably ship her with the Kingsley Ben-Adir character in the MCU. #gotta give daddy a heart attack #karma for the Death Star #Gravik x Giah? #Rebellious Skrulls In Love #Qira Krennic #the Director could have made her like General Hux's father made him

[supercap2319]

Light My Fire

Ikaris x Male Reader

A/N: I had to.

“Stop this Y/N, or I won't be able to,” Ikaris gasped against Y/N’s red, slightly swollen lips.

They weren’t supposed to go this far. This was only supposed to distract Ikaris from Sersi. Not make him fall hopelessly in love with Y/N Maximoff. Ever since Sersi declared that she was in love with Dane, Ikaris tried to get over his broken heart. That is, if synthetic beings even had hearts. Y/N had taken it upon himself to help his new teammate and friend, as not only were Sersi and Ikaris members of the Eternals, but the Avengers as well.

That’s when Y/N and Ikaris started spending a lot of time together. They went for walks in the park. Watched movies. Trained and worked out together. Even had races to see who was faster. It got the point of them spending so much time together, in fact, that everyone in the tower thought that they were a couple. That’s when Pietro and Wanda gave their little brother the ‘No sex, without safe sex’ speech. Which was ironic because no one ever told them anything about not having sexual relations with Clint and Vision.

They had been in the gym when it happened. The kiss that would change things forever between them. Ikaris wore a blue wife beater that showed off his bare muscled arms, and black workout shorts. He looked… human. Like any other man in his late 30s. He was hot and incredibly sexy, and Y/N was so screwed.

They had just finished lifting weights and as Ikaris wiped golden sweat from his forehead as he gave Y/N a lazy grin. “That was good. You last far longer than last time.”

Y/N rolled his eyes, but smiled as well. “Please, I lasted far longer than you.” Ikaris towered over him and looked down. “Is that a fact?”

“Yup.” The younger male gently pushed the older one, with Y/N’s hand lingered on hand on Ikaris’s chest. After a second or two, their laughter silenced, and their smiles now gone as the two were steadily staring into each other's eyes. Ikaris’s hands slowly cupped Y/N’s cheek, and as he leaned down for a kiss, the younger boy met his lips with hesitation at first, before giving in.

That’s how they ended up like this. Their workout shirts were off and on the mats as Y/N straddled Ikaris’s hips as they traded heat kisses and touches as Y/N stroked the Eternal’s hair chest. Ikaris slid his big hands up Y/N’s smooth back as the youngest Avenger shook violently against his warm touch.

“Y-Y-Y/N,” Ikaris said in between kisses. “You have no idea how much I want you. How many nights I would lay awake and stroke myself into hardness and to climax thinking about your naked body against mine. How your mouth would feel on my appendage.”

Y/N groaned and whined at that. If Ikaris was trying to seduce him with dirty talk. It was working. The young man ground down hard on Ikaris’s crotch, giving the older man an indication of how much his words had made him hornier.

“Then take me, Ikaris,” Y/N said with a lust filled voice. “Take me here on the mats. The showers. In my bedroom. The sky. Just please take me.”

Ikaris groaned as he held tight on Y/N’s hips, promising to do all of that later on.

….

When they finally managed to get all their clothes off, Y/N’s moans echoed off the walls. “Ikaris…” Y/N whined as the Scottish sounding Eternal gently thrusted into him. Y/N and gripped onto Ikaris’ back and let his hands slowly slide down

“I love you, Y/N,” Ikaris whispered into Y/N’s ear as he pushed himself further with a small gasp. Y/N let out a series of quiet moans which drove Ikaris crazy.

“I love you too, Ikaris,” Y/N said as he felt Ikaris shoot inside him.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #young maximoff sibling #male maximoff #timothee chalamet #ikaris eternals #ikaris smut #ikaris x male reader #ikaris #mcu eternals #marvel’s eternals #richard madden x male reader #richard madden

[sersi]

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

#marveledit #eternalsedit #filmedit #steverogersedit #sersiedit #natasharomanoffedit #kharingtonedit #**elysiaedits #**elysia's gifs #*parallels #steve rogers #sersi #dane whitman #natasha romanoff #eternals #captain america: the winter soldier #steve x sersi

[avengerphobic]

I changed my mind I want sersi and dane back together. I want her to do something crazy to him idk what but smth on the same level as turning his heart to stone after they broke up

#dane whitman #sersi #sersi x dane

[heartofwritiing]

always come for you part one

paring: druig x fem!eternal!reader 

summary: after the events of eternals comes the arrival of eros, who has news of the rest of your family being captured by arishem. Determined to get them back you and the four other remaining eternals including a dane whitman set off on a rescue mission.

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a/n: Happy one-year anniversary to eternals! I've literary been working on this since august and I'm super proud of it! I want to thank @redheadspark for helping me and giving me the inspiration to write this! if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn't have actually written this fic. i'm so grateful for her chatting with me and giving me ideas truly. Hillary this is for you! please go give her a follow she's an amazing writer and person! This is kinda like my prediction fic of how I would want eternals 2 to go i guess but this is just fanfiction, I literally put my heart and soul into this fic and I hope you guys enjoy it! 

word count: 6,266

warning(s): strap in this is a long one! violence, angst, fluff, emotional, mentions of avengers infinity war & endgame events, unedited! 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

You’ve never been this homesick, wanting to be back on earth with Druig was all you wished for. Possibly living somewhere in the north since you’d spent centuries in South America in the blazing warm climate. The only reason you were here was because of Ajak. You had a strong inclination that she would've wanted you to go out and find other Eternals and share the truth, so you could all be free to live your lives. But you were miserable up here. You didn’t care about going back to Olympia or any other planet for that matter. Earth always had been and is your true home. 

 You and Druig had split up from the group around the 1500s in South America, building a small community not too far away from where Tenochtitlan used to be. That was where you had remained until Sersi and the rest of the crew had shown up to inform you about a celestial that was going to annihilate the entire planet from its birth. 

 You and Druig had split up from the group around the 1500s in South America, building a small community not too far away from where Tenochtitlan used to be. That was where you had remained until Sersi and the rest of the crew had shown up to inform you about a celestial that was going to annihilate the entire planet from its birth. 

You were shocked but inclined to get up and fight for this world you developed to adore over time. You had seen disaster and accord take many forms, and through it, all humans never ceased to surpass your expectations. You loved Earth and its inhabitants too much to see it perish, all for the sake of a cosmic being who thought it was superior by obliterating an entire population of life for their gain.

As for your nightmares, they weren't getting any better. The nights you did get some sleep was the ones where Druig laid awake to keep your mind at ease with his powers. 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

 It’s been weeks. Nothing had been heard from any of your family back on Earth. Makkari stands below a hologram of a map of where the Domo was drifting through space. You and Druig sat by side on one of Phastos’ old work tables snacking on some grapes you had brought on your journey. Your shoulders pressed together left no space between you both, it wasn't unusual for you to be this close, considering you’ve been together a long time. 

“It doesn't worry you?” you question popping the red fruit in your mouth, the sweetness flowing into your taste buds. 

“What?” Druig asks, eating a grape as well, not looking away from the hologram. 

“That we haven't heard from Sersi or the others since we left?” 

“I'm sure she’s fine, We're probably too far out for any signal to reach any of them,” 

You shook your head in doubt, You weren't buying it. Something seemed wrong to you and it filled you with high anxiety levels. The nightmares you’d been having recently weren't helping your opinions on this either. Nearly every night since you arrived back on the Domo, you’d been having these very vivid dreams. You would wake up screaming, tears rolling down your face and Druig would be there to comfort you. It was always the same dream of Arishem coming and taking everything you held dear away. 

 If something was awry would Sersi or even Phastos contact you about it? What if Airshem had discovered what you’d all done at succeeding in stopping Timut? Would he lay his judgment upon you all or worse Earth? 

You couldn't have that happen, if no one else would say it you would. You had to go back as soon as possible. You stood from your seat next to Druig and stepped to the middle of the room and crossed your arms, Makkari noticed the worried expression on your face. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you say. “we have to go back,” You also signed for Makkari.

Unexpectedly Makkari paused her movements as she began signing to you and glanced at the doorway to the lab. Before you could question her you sensed a source of energy coming from the corridor behind you. 

You saw from the corner of your sight how Thena stood alert from her loose position and summoned her spear and shield. You bulked up clenching your hands into fists, surging your power into your hands as it tingles throughout your skin. Druig on the other hand looked at the three of you in confusion while he munched on his sandwich, oblivious to the danger you three ladies sensed practically immediately. 

A figure with pointy ears had suddenly teleported through the room with a loud crash as he landed face-first onto the floor. Your hands glowed brighter as you stood prepared for anything, if it was a fight so be it. The stranger cackled and stood up on its two feet as it mumbled something about drunk teleporting. You were about to question who he was and what he wanted. He held his hand up and cleared his throat. As if imitating a fanfare he started speaking. 

“Behold, the royal prince of Titan,” 

Another portal appeared on the threshold of the lab, casting a rainbowish glow when another figure walked through as the elf creature continued. 

 “Brother of Thanos, the Knave of Hearts, defeater of Black Robert..” 

“Roger.” the voice corrected. 

 The name Thanos didn’t slip past you, the name sent chills down your spine, and fear seeped into your chest. You’ve heard the name numerous times before, it plagued your mind for five years and whoever this was, was the brother of the most feared alien in the galaxy. Druig caught the distressed look in your eyes, he knew that name was like a stab to the chest for you, and many others across the universe. 

 You had lost so many people to the snap who were very dear to you. Druig had never seen you like that, so lost and hopeless that he was scared he lost you to the darkness when you had first shown up at his compound in the Amazon five years ago. 

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2018

 You opened a portal and touched down on wet soil. There was a heavy downpour of rain coming down on you soaking your spandex but you didn't care, it wasn't important. You took off in a sprint toward the small familiar village a few feet away. You hadn't been here in over three years but it still looked the same, with the old wooden buildings that hadn't been renovated in over twenty years still standing firm. You ran through the courtyard past people who were weeping in despair. 

They cried out to the skies above in their native language, to the gods above, why, why was this happening? but there was no reply and you knew why. You knew exactly what was happening, it was like a ripple effect around the universe all transpiring simultaneously. A wave of defeat on you and your team for failing… Strange had said this was it, the endgame but how could something like this possibly be the outcome of victory? 

You felt numb watching your new friends turn into dust, feeling useless to stand there and not be able to do anything. Everything came slamming down on you emotionally as you stood around the remaining Avengers. until you thought of Druig. and without even thinking you opened a portal to the Amazon and jumped through, leaving everyone behind you in a state of bewilderment. He had to be here, if you didn't dust then he couldn't have right? You spotted Sofia who was sitting in a rocking chair, her family had lived in the village for generations and you remember when she was just a baby and now a grown woman with her baby on the way. You rushed over to her in bathed breaths she had to know where Druig was. She noticed you running up to her and smiled at you warmly. 

“y/n! ¡Qué bueno verte!” she said. y/n! So good to see you!

“es bueno verte también, you touched her arm. “sabe dónde está Druig?” you stammered. It’s good to see you as well, do you know where Druig is? Your Spanish was a little rusty and your voice was shaken but she seemed to understand you just fine. 

Sofia nodded and pointed towards the main building where village meetings were held and informed you he was in there with a few villagers. You thanked her and took off bidding her goodbye, you would apologize for such a rude farewell later, for you were filled with a sense of reassurance knowing he could still be here. When you got to the wooden blue doors you didn't waste another second, you grabbed the handles and threw them open. 

Four men stood at the table down the aisle of benches, one who stood with his back to you with his shoulders hunched over mumbled something in Spanish to the others. You’d recognize his voice anywhere and the gasp you let out was faint but it reached Druig’s ears. He turned around to see you standing in the doorway of the mess hall dawned in your avenger's gear and hair soaked from the rain, he thought you looked so beautiful and fierce. 

Solace washed over you and you both ran toward one another, your feet pounded against the old wooden floor and your heartbeat in your ears, it wasn't until he was meeting you halfway and you were jumping into his open arms that it finally felt true. He was alive, he hadn't dusted and he was here. 

“Oh my love,” he breathes and you let out a cry. “Are you alright?” 

“You’re okay, that's all that matters,” you sniffled. 

You both stand in an embrace grasping onto the other like a lifeline, not knowing if something was going to happen at any given minute. You just wanted to hold him for as long as possible. At some point the other village leaders had left you two alone, all you did was cry in Druigs arms and he held you tight in his arms. When you finally pulled away slightly he looked down at you in puzzlement. 

“Something is happening, I don’t know what-” Druig halted his words when he saw the solemn look on your face. 

“I do.” 

You had explained to Druig what was going on, you told him about Wakanda, Thanos, and everything else. It took a while for you to get everything out having it just all happen and Druig was patient with you as you told your story. When you finished you buried your head in his chest and he kissed your head as you continued to cry. 

“It’s all my fault…” you bawled. 

“No it’s not,” he said sternly. “ you have saved so many people.” 

“I want to stay with you,” you mumbled into his shirt. “I can’t go back to the compound in New York, it's too painful..” 

Druig gently grabs your head to pull you away from his chest so he can look you in the eyes. He sees all the pain and suffering you’ve endured, he wished at that moment to never see you like this again. He would take care of you. He nods unhurriedly Leaning forward to place a kiss between your eyebrows tenderly. 

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.” 

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So you stayed with Druig for five years, until Sersi showed up about a month ago with news of Ajaks death and the emergence. You both had decided after living in the Amazon for 5,000 years that you had to move on. You and Druig had split from the Eternals in the 1500s and lived peacefully together for decades until you heard about the attack on New York in 2012. You realized that you couldn’t sit around anymore while there were still hostile threats to Earth. 

 Druig ended up letting you go saying how he wanted you to follow your heart always and that he’d wait for you. So you left for three years, sending letters as much as you could telling him where you were and what escapades you got up to when you joined the avengers. Now you were together again after so much time you decided to never part again. 

“Defeater of Black Roger, the great adventure Starfox of Mystery Planet.” 

A tall man appeared with brown hair who smirked slightly and had a suave way to his walk. He was dawned in a silver suit with red sleeves and a cape, his armor was engraved with similar symbols on your suits. He bowed and greeted you all with his smooth voice. 

“What a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my fellow Eternals,”  the stranger said, then turned to the elf at his side. “You know, you don't have to do the whole thing every time,” he told him with a little annoyance in his voice. 

“Everything you do is impressive.” The elf scoffed. 

“Who are you?” Thena interrupted. 

“I'm Eros,” the brunette introduced, then motioned to his friend. “This is Pip,” 

Pip gave a thumbs up as he continued to chug on his beer. Eros’ eyes moved to Thena as he charmingly smiled.

 “And you are as beautiful as legends say Thena,” Eros professed. 

He certainly was a charmer, you and Makkari shared an amused glance at each other.

“What do you want lads?” Druig questions. 

“Pip and I are here to help,” Eros explains, he holds his hand out in front of him to show a communication sphere similar to the one Ajak passed on to Sersi. Its golden glow pulsed like a beacon as it floated Mid air above Eros’ palm. You were all untensed when you realized what he was holding. If he had Sersi’s sphere then that meant she was calling for help. But why would this new strange character have it? “Your friends are in trouble,” Eros informs. “And we know where to find them.” 

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  Eros had explained that Sersi, Phastos, and Kingo had all been abducted by Arishem a little over a few days ago. He wasn't sure where Arishem could've taken them but you’d all assumed they had been taken for one reason only. Your worst fears had come to life at this information, your family had been taken and were facing judgment from your creator. You had absorbed everything Eros had told you all and couldn't accept it.

   While Makkari and Thena stood in the center of the room conversing with Eros Druig stood off to the side listening intently while his thumb settled between his lips biting nervously. You could see the gears shifting in his head as he was lost in thought. Makkari and Thena had done most of the talking since Eros showed up, you and Druig only taking in the details silently. You could sense the uneasiness in the room from everyone since he arrived a little over an hour ago, You didn't know if you could trust him or not, If this was a tramp Arishem had designed to obtain the rest of you, or if he was here to help you couldn’t be sure. 

How do you know all this? Makkari signed at Eros. 

  “For a while, I followed Arishem much like you all did, but it wasn't till I was shown the truth of what my purpose was that I departed from my team,” Eros explains.

  “So there are other Eternals out there?” Thena raises her eyebrow, and with her arms crossed she stares eros down.  

 “You have no reason to trust me but I can help you find them.” 

  “We need time to think this over and come up with a plan,” Thena declared. She had kept her guard up since Eros came, only asking questions ever so often when he would pause. If Thena perceived Eros to be deceitful about his intentions then she would have him out of here in seconds with so much as a glare, but nothing had appeared wrong to her so far. It didn’t help your displeasure that everyone seemed to just go along with whatever Eros was saying. You weren't sure if it was his charming personality that just gave you the wrong kinds of shivers or his shifting eyes but something just felt wrong with him. 

    Druig didn’t trust him just as much as you did. He thought he was a swaggering peacock just galavanting around the universe looking for attention. With his fancy cape, styled hair, and flirtatious comments. He hated guys like that, and what pissed him off, even more, was the way you looked uncomfortable every time Eros’ eyes would linger on you for a few seconds too long. Druig wanted to throw him out the nearest window and into the vast void of space by his stupid cape. 

   You had wandered over to the long window after you couldn't take much more of the conversation any longer. The memories flooding back to you from the mention of Thanos' name just caused you hurt. Druig had caught your reaction to that as well and he had wanted to run to your side immediately out of habit. He was going to ask you eventually if you were doing okay with all of this, he just needed to find the right moment. 

  He saw you had sat down in the window when you were getting too overwhelmed with the conversation you had been sitting there for the past fifteen minutes. He strolled over to you seeing you looked spaced out in your spot in the window with your knees huddled up to your chest. You gazed out of the glass to see the stars twinkling millions of miles away, you didn't recognize any of the constellations, you were too far out in a universe you’d never been in. 

   Druig sat across from you and placed his hand on your knee and you were brought out of your thoughts. You looked at him untucking your hand from your arm and bringing his hand from your knee to intertwine your fingers together. He smiled warmly at you and squeezed your hand softly, you did the same back. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” you asked suddenly with your stare still fixated on the stars. 

Druig nods and smiles fondly as memories resurface. Of course, he does, he remembers everything he has done with you, refusing to forget it. 

“Yes,” he answers. “It was right here at this very window, and I thought you were the most beautiful being I had ever seen,” 

You roll your eyes playfully at his remark. 

“What about when we first danced?” 

“Yes, it was a celebration for saving the town in Babylon and you thought I hated you,” he jokes. 

“I still hate you, what do you mean?” 

“Oh right, that's why you’re still with me after seven-thousand years,” 

You both chuckle. Druig was glad he could give you some kind of solstice while you struggled internally. You went quiet again and he drags his thumb across your knuckles to pull you out of your daze. 

“You alright?” He could tell you were weighing everything in your head. Druig understood you were struggling with this more than the others, given your recent nightmares this couldn't be easy on you. You inhale but nod your head up and down softly and rest your head against the glass as your eyes stay focused on a specific belt of stars in the distance that were a cluster of blues and yellows swirling around each other. 

Ever since the snap, you hadn't been the same person you were before. You were so full of joy and hopefulness that anyone you were around would feel drowned in your radiance of energy. Druig had always said you were like an angel who had come down from the heavens to bring light down to his darkness. You always believed he was just trying to butter you up but he meant it. 

When you had come to him in the amazon everything had changed drastically. You spent more time inside laying in bed until the sun was in the middle of the sky, barely eating and sleeping at odd hours. Druig felt wretched watching you struggle every day and tried his hardest to make certain you were taken care of but nothing seemed to get you out of your rut. 

After five years it took a while to get you somewhat better, you helped around the village more and spent even more time with Druig. You felt more at peace with him than anyone in the whole world and when you decided to stay with him you had promised Druig that this was it for you, no more being a superhero and being apart any longer. But when Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Scott Lang aka Antman came to find you they had explained their plan to you about time travel. Which you thought seemed far-fetched and had declined their offer to aid them, but wished them all the luck. 

Things hadn't always been easy for you, depression and anxiety took a toll on you no matter how hard you tried to be strong, you still got knocked on your ass but you always managed to get back up again after regaining strength. You were so fortunate to always have Druig by your side in everything, he supported you no matter what, and you the same. 

“I never know how to handle things Druig, How are we gonna handle this?” you ask uncertainty in your voice. “How can we trust Eros? And what if Arishem’s already done something terrible to the others? What if-” 

“Hey,” He cups your face to force you to look at him to stop your rambling mouth. You hadn't noticed your heart began racing and your breathing had become ragged. trying to pull you back down to reality from your hectic brain he hushes you softly. “Breath love,” he inhales as you copy his breathing pattern, taking slow breaths in and out. Eventually, you calm down enough that your nerves disappear, Druigs eyes are frantically searching yours seeing clarity, he takes your hand and places it on his chest where his heart was beating peacefully behind his ribs. 

“I don't know what's going to happen but I do know this, I love you and nothing else matters to me more than you, you’re gonna get through this, and when this is all over it's just gonna be you, and me,” Druig speaks as you focus on his eyes that were saying more than what was on his lips. “You’re so strong and brave, and beautiful, and I know you’re gonna strive past these negative thoughts and feelings, Just like you always have.” 

You’ve moved close enough that you’re practically touching foreheads, a wave of relief washes over you as you feel his skin against yours, his hands holding your face, the feeling of his pulse in your fingertips grounds you back to your surroundings as Druig fills up all your senses. 

You look into his eyes and see affection glowing while the stars from outside reflect into them, causing your belly to flutter in shyness. He asks you to look at him again when your eyes shift away from his gaze. 

  “We're gonna figure this out, together. And if we have to kill Arishem to get our family back, so be it.” The determination in his voice lights a small spark in your stomach making you gain a little bit of confidence back, shaking away your nerves. He squeezes your hand harder to reassure you. “I promise you, we’ll get through this.” 

Tears threaten to slip down your cheeks as you look at each other. 

“What would I do without you?” you ask. 

“Probably suffer,” he tilts his head teasingly. You nudge him in the chest with your knee giggling. 

“I've thought plenty of times about what I would do without you in my life, nothing came to mind so I decided that my only option was you,” he responds. Your lips stretch out into a smile and heat creeps up your cheeks, after all this time he still knew how to tug at your heartstrings.

 You were doubtful about the future, and that uneasiness crept up into you once more and had you in a tight hold. But he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead and it all suddenly goes away. He was your rock, your soulmate and nothing was ever going to change that. You knew he’d always been the one to pull you out of your racing mind and you were so grateful for him. 

“I love you,” you sighed.

“I love you more,” he said. 

A declaration between you both at the moment. you’ve said it numerous times individually but this felt different. The coming conflict was only going to get more perilous as you pushed on and you had to be sure you both knew how much you loved each other. You had been through some horrible times but nothing would ever separate you two. 

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You all agreed the decision to return to earth was what was best to see if Eros was telling the truth, if you really could trust him this would prove it. Finding Sprite was the first step, now that she was human she still could be on earth and Arishem couldn't find her. There was still a chance that this could all be wrong, you hoped. 

  The Domo landed in a field a few miles outside of London. It was the last place you knew Sprite was living before you all split again. Even if humans were so used to spaceships now there was no need to cause a commotion. Sersi had given you the address to the apartment building and since Makari was coming with you and Druig to get Sprite, she would have to run you to the address after she found it so you could portal Druig there too. Thena volunteered to stay behind on the ship looking after Eros and Pip to make sure nothing was amiss. Since none of you had cell phones you had no way to contact Sprite 

You had changed out of the clothes that you had been wearing for a day now into a sweater and a pair of jeans since it was going to be chilly when you arrived back. You met everyone outside once you were ready and you all shared looks of understanding. You hoped that this was just a misconception and that everything was fine but something told you it wasn't. 

Druig saw you coming down the ramp and beamed at you seeing you look a little more perked up. The rain was coming down hard as the sky became greyer, the drops felt like sharp pins when they hit your hands and face. You couldn't lie when you thought about how much you missed this kind of weather, it was comforting and nostalgic from being in the rainforest for so long. 

Makkari was going over some things with Thena while they waited for you and when they all saw you coming down the ramp everyone was ready to go. You took out the piece of paper Sersi had given you with the address and apartment number where Sprite was living and handed it over to Makkari who took it appreciatively. She sped off in a flash with the whine trailing behind her, and in a second she was back. 

Found it she signed, grinning then asked if you were ready to go. Bidding Thena bye for now you put your arm around Makkari’s shoulders and held on tightly. Makkari took you by the arm and picked you up from under your legs and carried you off. The wind whipped around you as you sped past everything that was a blur and as soon as it started it was over. Makkari was so fast that you could barely tell you moved.

 The only thing different was your new surroundings. A quiet street with cobblestone sidewalks and buildings too close together. It was pretty late in the day and the lanterns were beginning to light the streets in an orange glow as cars sped past on the road behind you.

Now that you’ve glimpsed at your new surroundings it was time to summon a portal for Druig. You channeled all your energy into your fingertips and mind as you visualized the field where the domo was parked. a swirl of light was brought forth as a hoop appeared in the middle of the sidewalk. Through it you could see Druig standing with his hands in his leather jacket, waiting for you. He stepped through and once he did your portal vanished. 

He gave you a proud look as if you hadn’t done that a million times. But he's seen you do it countless times. You just rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you into his side as you walked up to the building. Makkari checked once more to see the number of the apartment was thirteen and you walked up to the buzzer to press the button on the panel speaker box to call up Sprites hopeful apartment building. 

“Sprite are you home? It's y/n” you say.

A few seconds pass and a staticky voice comes through the speaker.

“Y/N?” Sprite’s voice comes through in confusion. 

You sigh with relief that she at least sounded okay. Druig and Makkri had also looked relieved hearing her small voice through the panel. 

“Yes it’s me, and Makkari and Druig,” you announce the company you’re with and you hear a groan come from the teenager. 

“Ugh, tell Druig to go away,” you can hear the sarcasm dripping in her voice, it was good to know she hadn't changed. 

Druig grazes past you to push his finger on the button in irritation. 

“Sprite just let us in, we don't have time for this,” he says vexed. You give him a scolding look, now was not the time to be getting annoyed. 

“Fine, fine, something is happening anyways just come up,” she says, the door to the left of the buzzer unlocks and you all go in. Her words did not escape you, it only made you more nervous that was Eros had said was true. A set of stairs leads to the second floor of the building where Sprite's apartment is located and you make your way down the long hallway until you reach the thirteenth door. you lift your hand to the door Knocked, hearing it unlock from the other side and it opens to reveal a teary-eyed Sprite who smiles weakly at all of you. You immediately pull her in for a hug which she returns gratefully. 

“I don’t know what's going on,” Sprite sniffles into your shoulder. “ I came home from school the other day and Kaurn said Kingo had disappeared.” 

Your stomach sinks at this and you embrace her tighter. Understanding she needed this right now. You’d never seen Sprite this vulnerable yet it didn't surprise you at all. Everyone piles into the small lounging room as you and Sprite pull away from your embrace. Makkari also pulls her in for a hug, which Sprite gladly welcomes. 

You noticed Sprite's hair had gotten a little longer than it was before, as it was long enough to be tucked behind her ears showing off her sparkly earrings and she had gotten a little taller. You were so ecstatic for her when Sersi had made her human after the Emergence, she was always envious of the rest of you having adult bodies, getting to live a long life trapped in a young girl's body couldn't have been easy for her. 

 When you move into the apartment you see a man with short brown hair sitting on the sofa with his hands on his knees as he watches your exchange with Sprite. He stands up when he notices you watching him and makes his way over to you and Sprite. 

“Sprite who’s this?” you point to the stranger. 

As if she remembered there was someone else in the room, the realization hits her features at who you’re talking about.  “That’s Dane, Sersi’s boyfriend,” she says. 

Dane holds his hand out for you to shake and you accept it. He looks to Makkari, who sends him a warm smile while Druig sends him a soft nod of his head. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Dane,” you pull your hand away from his. 

“You too, I was with Sersi when she disappeared.” 

“What, you didn't tell me that!” Sprite frowns, looking betrayed. 

“Well I didn't exactly get the chance,” he says, gesturing to all of you. “I had only just arrived here shortly after you all.” 

You had asked Dane what precisely happened, he went on to explain they were wandering in the park then abruptly it was like the sky went dark and the wind picked up, and there was a giant figure in the sky, and Sersi was taken off into the distance. You asked Dane to describe what the figure looked like, and down to the last detail, you knew it was Arishem. You had spent countless days studying all you had in the domo about the celestial, but that was before you discovered the lies.

“Sprite, we know what's going on,” Druig says grievously. 

“What do you mean?” 

You should sit down while we tell you the rest. Makkari signs. 

You tell her everything. Sprite is quiet the whole time you all explain what happened to Sersi, this was the quietest you’ve ever seen her be, the weight of all this information coming down on her wouldn't be easy to take. Dane also was listening intently even if he didn’t know exactly what was going on he seemed to comprehend the seriousness of the situation. 

“So Arishem is seeking judgment?” Sprite asks. 

“That’s what we believe.” You nod. 

You can’t even begin to think about what Arishem has possibly done to Sersi and the rest of your family. You didn’t want to consider those dark thoughts creeping into your mind. You can’t help but ponder that if you were here instead of in space this wouldn't have happened but you can’t be too sure. 

“And you know this because some guy who claims he’s an Eternal says so?” She raises an eyebrow. 

“We didn't know if we could trust him, now we do,” Druig states, shifting on his feet and his arms crossed. “I still don’t trust him.” 

“Neither do I,” You voice. 

But now that you knew everyone hadn't been seen for days you were beginning to presume this was deeper than you initially thought. 

“We have to figure something out,” Sprite says. “We have to get them back.” 

 You can hear her voice breaking at her words as tears form in her eyes. You and Druig share looks from across the room.

“I want to come with you guys,” Sprite says, looking at all of you. 

You shake your head. No way, it was too dangerous especially since she was now human. She had no way of protecting herself and you all couldn't be too worried about her the whole time if there was gonna be a fight, which you were certain there definitely would be. Going against Arishem was going to be a challenge to be sure, but you were willing to save your family no matter the cost. But you weren't about to put Sprite in danger even if she could help with this mission. 

It’s too dangerous. Makkari argues. 

“Not to mention, you’re a child,” Druig teases. 

Sprite sends him a death glare and raises the middle finger in his direction. 

“We're about the same age,” she says defensively. 

“I’ll go,” Dane offers. “I may have something passed down from my family that can help.” 

 You all agreed and said your goodbyes to Sprite. She brings you in for a hug once more before you walk out the door.

“We're gonna bring them back,” you tell her.

“I know you will.”

end of part one

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To Cry for the Moon Part 11 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: So this part, and the one that I hope to get out tomorrow or Sunday, only exists because @jupitersmoon167 just has the best the ideas. I send that beautiful mind every single part after I write it and I get the most amazing ideas and support back. The only reason you get these parts everyday is because that beautiful soul keeps me on track, focused, and exploding with ideas. This part is more Moon Knight based. And the next one, well I know you all will love that one. So stay tuned.

Please do not take, copy, or translate without talking to me first. Reblogs, likes, and comments are encouraged. But anything else please message me first.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic,  @urlocallsimp  @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner,  @crypticruler, @animelover18, @philiasoul, @distinguishedmakerpandapatrol, @22carolina08, @preciousbabypeter

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader

Content Warning: Mental Illness, mentions of Death, mentions of Violence, Verbal Fighting, Physical Violence, Anger, Neglect of self.

Word Count: 2k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 12

Part 11: Meanwhile in London

Dane knew this was not going to go well. Sure he knew Steven, but all he knew about Marc was that he had one hell of a temper and clearly didn't think things through. Dane had no idea how either of them would take it. Dane had texted Steven the morning after the deviant attack to let him know that he was taking care of Y/N's dog Noob. He hadn't gotten much more than an ok back.  But after Sersi had called him and told him that Y/N had died fighting a deviant. She had given him the impossible task of making sure the Moon Knight knew. So he had sent Steven another text. He texted him that Bas the cat had never really liked Dane and he didn't know when everyone would be back. He had asked Steven for help. Steven agreed. So that was why Dane was standing outside Steven's flat with Bas in a carrier and knocking on an unstable super-powered vigilante's door. Dane really hoped he survived this.

Dane had no idea which alter he was facing when the door opened.

"Thanks again, Mate," Dane says as he is let into the flat.

"It's nothing," Steven replies as he takes the carrier from him. Dane was relieved Steven was the one fronting. He watched as Steven coaxed the cat out, earning a meow Dane hoped was a positive sentiment from the cat. Dane decides it was now or never.

"You didn't happen to listen to the voicemail Sersi left you, did you?" Dane asks.

He didn't miss how Steven's posture went stiff and he glanced at the reflection in the fish tank for a moment before hesitantly answering.

"No, I haven't," Steven admits.

"Right, you…uh you may want to take a seat," Dane tells him. He could feel a shift in the air as the man before him set the cat on the floor.

"We'll listen to it when we listen to it," Marc's American accent tells him.

Dane shook his head. "I know you and Y/N weren't on the best-"

"You don't want to do this," Marc states.

"You aren't wrong, but-"

"Then don't," Marc cuts him off.

"I need you to listen to me," Dane says.

"We don't have to do shit," Marc says, his fingers flexing into a fist.

"Believe me, you will want to-"

"Really doubt that," Marc says barely letting Dane get a word in. Dane can read the writing on the wall. This is going to have to be blunt and probably painful.

"Y/N is dead," Dane says, his shoulders dropping as he did. He knew this would hurt Steven.

"What did you say?" Marc asks.

"Y/N, they got ambushed by deviants in the Amazon. There were too many of them and they had separated the group. Sersi said Y/N fought like hell to protect the people of the village. She saved a lot of people. But they couldn't save her. If it's any comfort she wasn't alone when she died. Sersi and Druig were with her. She-" Dane was cut off and startled when Marc's fist connected with the wall.

"You come here with that stupid cat and tell us this?" Marc asks. "Why should I believe you?"

"To be fair, you didn't answer Sersi's call. She thought it was only fair you knew. That Steven knew. Y/N-"

"Stop saying her name!" Marc shouted, his fist balled again. Something in Dane broke. Sersi had been devastated when she called. Two more people she loved were dead. One dying in her arms. One who died not knowing if the person she loved even still loved her. And that was unbelievably unfair considering how painful her death must have been. She died saving people and this asshole can't even handle hearing her name. That was utter bullshit.

"Because it's true!" Dane shouts back. "Look at this!" Dane goes over and slaps the metallic feather keychain on the table. "She was worried about all of us. So worried she put her powers into this. She said all we had to do was use and she would know. It had a faint glow from her powers. It damn near burned a hole in my pocket when she died. Look at it now. Nothing. It's just a normal keychain. She is gone. Her power is gone. If you want to hit me, fine go ahead, but it won't change the fact she cared about you and you broke her heart. It won’t change the fact that after you left she'd have collapsed in the street sobbing if it wasn't for Sersi. You hurt her and then her entire world went to pieces and you couldn't be bothered to pick up the bloody phone. She died thinking you hated her over something she was told would put her family at risk. What’s your excuse? She was protecting Sersi and Sprite because they didn't want anyone to know. Not even me, but you. No. She died wondering if you even care anymore. The sad part is, that she still loved you. She told Sprite over and over how much she missed you. They told her it would be okay because you couldn't possibly be that stupid. A living breathing goddess loved you and you left her crying in the bloody street. So forgive me for trying to break that news to my friend, Steven, in person. Yeah, the cat might be a bit of false pretenses but how else was I supposed to get in here." Dane took a deep breath and despite how weird it felt he addressed the room more than Marc. "Steven, I don't know if you can hear me but god, mate. She really did care about you, loved you. And this bellend might have taken her last few days away from you, but he can't take the fact she enjoyed every day she spent with you. You made her smile and feel appreciated. And the cat, she wouldn't want you to be alone. She'd want you to have something. So if this prick ever lets you have your phone, call me. Call Sersi. Call any of us if you need to."

Dane looked back at Marc, "And for the love of all that is holy, take care of that cat. You don't get to take anything else from my friends." With that Dane slammed the door and left. Leaving the loft painfully silent.

Marc took out Steven's phone, which had become their main phone. And looked at all the missed calls. There were so many missed calls. The only person he had talked to since the night the deviant attacked them was Layla. He had needed to talk to someone, in retrospect Layla may not have been his best choice. She said she would have smacked him in the head if she was there. He was an asshole and a hypocrite. And ignoring Y/N's calls was hurting everyone. But the main point she made is that his stubbornness was hurting Steven. Because Y/N was his friend first. Y/N was his coworker. Lies had destroyed their marriage, hell their marriage was built on them. They got past it and they work together now, but if he really liked this woman, then he'd quit being a dumbass and call her back. He had said he'd think about it. 

Turns out he waited too long. So he opened his voicemail and immediately regretted it, but it was a trainwreck he couldn't stop. He listened as Y/N tried to keep them informed on where she was and what was going on. She had tried so hard to reach out to them. She tried to apologize. All he had needed to do was answer, but it was too late. He lost it listening to Sersi's voicemail. He just wanted to crawl back into his own mind and not exist for a while but he kept listening. The sad laugh and pain in Sersi's tone made it feel like someone reached in his chest and ripped out his cold heart more violently then when Taweret had done it. Because only someone cold-hearted and stupid let this happen. If he had kept his shit together he could have been there. Moon Knight could have taken whatever hit killed her and he'd have healed. She'd still be there. Steven wouldn't be in pain and they would be happy again. But he hadn't done that. He lost his temper. He let his shock and his past make him defensive. He'd wanted to protect themselves, but all he did was make it worse.

"Steven," Marc says as he turns to the fish tank but Steven takes over fronting and gingerly picks up the feather keychain off the table. He runs his finger along the edge carefully. 

"Steven," Marc says from his reflection. Steven didn't respond, he just went over and picked up Bas and sat on the edge of his bed.

"You're not stupid," Steven told the cat. "And I'm sorry your mum won't be coming back."

Steven sniffled. "And he is a bellend."

"Steven," Marc tried again to get him to acknowledge him. 

"You can stay here with me, just don't eat the fish, okay Bas?" Steven kept talking to the cat. "Like how Noob never ate you, we don't eat other pets."

Marc sighed. "I miss her too, you know, and now I can't even fix it."

"Do you hear that Bas? Sounds like someone who can't seem to learn from his mistakes. Layla might not hate us but she isn't here and your mum is gone now too. But you have me, Bas. You have me and that's okay."

The silent treatment continued until a gust of wind signaled Khonshu was there. "He can deal with his own mess, see you soon, Bas." Steven says before making Marc front.

"What is the feline doing here?" Khonshu gestures to Bas as she hops off Marc's lap and goes to make herself at home on one of the pillows. 

"She lives here now," Marc says. 

"Did the goddess forgive you?"

"She's not coming back Khonshu, the deviants got her."

"Explain," Khonshu demands.

"She's dead, Khonshu. A deviant killed her in the middle of the damned rainforest."

"This cannot be, Ma'at is strong, she-"

"Her power is gone," Marc says, picking up the feather keychain from where Steven had set it. "She'd powered this so that Dane could contact her. It is worthless now. No connection, no power. Ma'at is gone because Y/N is gone and we…we are going to go punish some assholes who deserved to be judged by someone better than us, but we're what's left."

"They will pay for what they have done. I will be her justice." 

"We will be, but I gotta feed this damn cat first." 

"Stop insulting Y/N/N's cat," Steven shouts from his reflection. "She's all we have left." 

"That's why I'm feeding her," Marc got out some of the food Steven had gotten for Bas when Dane had asked him to help. He put the food in the new bowl Steven had gotten her.

"Well, I'm going to punch some criminals. You should give it a try, Steven, might be cathartic." Marc summons the suit. "Let's go enact some justice." 

Layla pounded on Marc's door and waited for him to open up. He was ignoring her calls again and his mental state had been iffy when they last talked.

She was surprised when the door opened and an exhausted-looking Marc opened the door. She was even more surprised to see a cat sitting on the couch.

"You got a cat?"

"It's Steven's," Marc says. 

"You guys can barely keep your fish alive," Layla points out. 

"Well Dane has the dog and the cat is easier."

"Who is Dane? Why has the Moon Knight been absolutely ruthless and when was the last time you slept?"

"He was Y/N's friend. Just like it was her cat. And why we've been ruthless. Even Khonshu doesn't think it's enough."

"You didn't call her back, did you," Layla says it is more a statement than a question. She knew Marc too well.

"She's dead."

"Oh shit, Marc, what happened?" 

"Another one of the deviant monster things got her." He took out a bottle of whiskey and poured them both a drink. He was going to need it to have this conversation. He handed her a glass. She was thoughtful enough to not mention how early it was. 

"How is Steven taking it?" Layla asks, she takes a sip but doesn't plan on finishing it. Someone had to be the adult here and poor brokenhearted Steven was out of the question.

"Not sure, he talks to the cat more than he does me. Which is fair, I did kind of drive her away."

"But he still does talk, right? He hasn't shut himself off like you usually do?"

"Mostly. Not yesterday though, he had work and she used to work with him. Now that she's gone he hates it. All the little statues make him sad because some of them are statues of her, of Ma'at."

"I'm sorry Marc," Layla says. "I cannot imagine how hard that must be."

"Doesn't help neither of us listened to her voicemails until after she was gone. Now he listens to them all the time…"

He took out Steven's phone and got into the voicemail and played one for her. 

Even her heart broke at the sound of struggle and sadness in Y/N's voice. She was careful to hang up without accidentally deleting the message before handing the phone back.

"And your coping mechanism, and Khonshu's, is to beat some justice into people." 

"It's that or we have to sleep and the dreams…they don't help."

"Marc," Layla grips his shoulder. "You really think that is what she would want?"

"She's dead, she doesn't really have a say anymore."

"Well, I'm still here, and I will kick your ass if you don't start taking care of yourself. She was an Egyptian goddess, right? She's most likely in the underworld. She died saving people didn't she?"

He nods. 

"Then she's in the field of reeds."

"But she wasn't human, she was an Eternal. I…still don't know what that means but Khonshu said none had died before. Now three of them have. And I guess she never knew what would happen after…"

"Well, what does her friend think?"

"Dane?" 

"Yeah."

"He knows less than we do. She survived 7,000 years."

"And the one time you pick a fight, she dies. I really am sorry, Marc." When she doesn't get a response she sighs. "Want to go kick some idiots' teeth in and steal back an artifact taken from a dig site near Samalut."

"Yes, let's do that." 

"He'll be back, kitty." Layla gives the cat a scratch behind the ear. 

"Bas, her name is Bas," Marc says.

Layla chuckles. "Of course it is."

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[slothgiirl]

a rose by any other name part xiii

11k. druig x reincarnating reader.

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London 2024

Nathan frowns as Sprite takes on an adult form. “Seriously?”

“I’m trying to get laid.”

“Oh yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “because that’ll work.” She kicks his shin.

Your brother filled out during the past year, no longer lanky limbs. He has your dad’s high cheekbones though he’s pasty from having spent all of last year in New Asgard and his long hair proves he went native.

You check your messages for the millionth time.

“Happy birthday Dane,” Nathan gives Sersi’s long time boyfriend a loaf of gross healthy Norwegian bread that the Asgardians also like making. His obsession with alien archeology paid off.

“Thank you! How was your trip?”

After the snap, a car swerved into your parents' honda civic. A freak accident. You were all Nathan had even as you spent days sitting under the showerhead remembering so many lives. You scratched at your skin, trying to peel away the layers and get back to you. You. Whoever that even was. What were you?

At least Sersi and Sprite had the excuse of being aliens. You were just a freak. You weren’t Thor.

“Great. The salmon up there really gives Hawai’i a run for its money.”

“No way.”

Sprite doesn’t even flirt with anyone, just holds her glass and watches Dane and Nathan and you can see her getting angrier by the second.

You make your way to her as Sersi does the rounds with Dane’s friends. She was always careful to not get too close.

You were like two thousand years old. It was just your body that wasn’t. Fuck. Trying to rationalize your past always gives you a migraine.

Sersi has a black and white photograph, the ones people had to stay still for minutes for it to work right, of you and her in Paris during the 70s. The 1870s. Nathan had it as his lock screen.

“You wanna go get nando’s instead?” Your brother had told you he wanted to go when he was back in the UK. Everyone here thought it was adorable that Sersi brought her kid sister everywhere. But when it was just the four of you, Sprite didn’t have to pretend she was a teenager when she was older than the English language.

“Naw,” she shakes her head, the movement odd when carried out by the illusion she was wearing, “I kinda wanna see Dane’s stupid face when she shoots him down again.”

“We can kick Sersi out and give her no choice?”

Sprite snorts. “You’d never.”

“Maybe I’m not as nice as I look.” You brush imaginary dirt from your shoulder.

One of Dane’s friends from uni, also your alma mater, hits on Nathan and you gag. It was so weird to think of anyone finding your brother who you’d seen eating his own boogers when he was five as attractive, let alone flirting with him.

Sprite frowns. “Obviously or you’d have told Druig.”

You wince.

She had you there.

There was a letter in your sock drawer. You’d written out a lot. Then crossed it all out and instead wrote something much more to the point, then thrown that away. Finally, you’d settled on a picture of you and Sersi on a river cruise for new years. Sprite had photobombed. Nathan’s finger was in the bottom corner. But you had struggled for the words so you never sent it.

It was a lot.

Reuniting with Druig would force you to confront the reality of your situation, the big M question you’ve been avoiding. How would the use of your magic this go-a-round impact your ability to reincarnate? You didn’t want to tell Druig. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t want this, you and him in whatever space you were able to carve out for yourselves. You didn’t want to burden him with the knowledge of some freak spell, but you knew you would have to talk about it.

“Drink,” Nathan offers Sprite his cocktail. Your brother loved a good margarita.

“I can get my own drink,” she snaps. “I’m not five.” Then stalks away before Nathan can reply.

She was always touchy about her unchanging appearance.

You check your messages again. Lizzy still hadn’t responded. She was living in a mental health residential clinic Nathan was paying for. Tracking down alien relics paid the big bucks.

The transition from being ash to being alive, the world having moved on for five long years, had been rough for your sister.

You were the same age as her.

Her things had been thrown out in the chaos.

It was weird.

You didn’t know how to make her understand you were just happy to have her back. You’d outlived everyone, always.

Somewhere you probably had descendants.

“Have you ever heard about the golden apples,” Nathan asks you.

“Like from Percy Jackson?”

Nathan grins, and you know he’s about to make fun of you, “didn’t you live through the trojan war.”

“Fuck off.”

“And you have magic! If anyone should know this stuff it’s you.”

You grumble, “say that a little louder I don’t think they heard you in Tokyo.”

***

You glared jealousy at Sprite and Nathan sharing headphones to watch some in-flight movie while you were suffering sitting between Sersi and Ikaris. You couldn’t even watch a Mission Impossible movie because your headphones were bluetooth and the plane only had the aux plug in. So there you were, while Ikaris kept stealing looks at Sersi like he was a Youtuber about to launch into a ten minute apology video and Sersi scrolled through her eBooks. Her seatbelt was already on.

Why couldn’t your seat be with Sprite and your brother?

“Should’ve flown there and saved us these last minute flight prices,” you try to joke, looking at Ikaris who had never warmed up to you in nearly two thousand years.

Sersi blushes. “It wasn’t too bad. Nothing I can’t afford,” glancing at Ikaris before adding. “I had a lot of time off saved up.”

“Maybe if you’d gone with us to Spain,” you point out, “Barcelona was great. Ate way too much ice cream.”

“The V&A-”

You snort. Classic Sersi, turning down a vacation to spend a week going through a new exhibition. What a nerd. “So,” you address Ikaris, “what have you been up to in the last five hundred years?”

“Um.” He swallows, clearly not expecting the question though given the circumstances, he really fucking should. Maybe he doesn’t owe you an explanation but he does owe Sersi one.

Fuck, you should’ve sent this in to The Cut. Ask Polly.

“I’ll go first,” you start, “Travelled around Europe with Sersi. Surprisingly didn’t die from all the lead around then but apparently missed out on the Radium craze. Stayed with Thena and Gilgamesh for a bit. Was a nurse in World War 2, not that anyone ever remember’s India’s part or that front. What about you?”

Ikaris rolls his eyes. “I have continued my mission.” His gaze flickers to Sersi, “our mission.”

“How many thousand years and you haven’t changed, haven’t grown.”

Sersi puts her hand on your arm. Let it go.

“There are deviants. I have a duty to Arishem.”

“But not to humanity?” You scoff, “call the Avengers. Let Antman or the Wasp handle it.”

Ikaris scowls.

Sersi sighs.

“Miss,” the flight attendant asks Sprite, “I need you to have your seat upright at the moment.”

Sprite glances at Nathan with a pointed look, “I’m eight thousand years old.”

“All the same,” the woman doesn’t even blink, “your seat needs to be upright.”

“Told you,” Nathan snipes back.

Sersi rests her head in her hands.

It was only a nine hour plane ride, a two hour connection, followed by a three hour drive, until you reached Ajak. Fuck.

***

Ikaris digs the grave by himself. Twin rivers of tears run down his cheeks.

Sprite and Sersi sit on the steps of Ajak’s house, comforting each other. You feel like an outsider. You didn’t know Eternals could die. For so long she has been a constant. No matter how much the face of the world changed, the Eternals remained the same.

Only they haven’t. So many cracks have shown behind their alien facade since they split. Thena had become ill. Ikaris had all but disappeared, and inside of everything Sersi had grown.

They could change just like humans did, just like you did. And they could die.

You bite your lip, thinking of Ajak.

It had been in Mexico when you had last seen her, lived with her. Her dark eyes reflected the awful human sacrifices that the Aztecs had carried out like many other cultures throughout history. Ajak’s unblinking gaze: you wondered how such a sweet woman could be so cold to an entire planet.

And here you were.

You look up at the scenery. It was peaceful here in rural Montana, far from any city.

Your eyes were wet with tears for a woman who’d let you die before.

“Did you know here,” Nathan asks, shadowing you, giving the others space to mourn.

“Not very well,” you chuckle, “I mean, we lived together, but no, I didn’t really know her.” It sounded shitty.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,” your brother looks at the horizon, “I’m going to move Lizzy to New Asgard.”

Oh.

You feel blindsided.

Your sister wouldn’t even talk to you.

“Is that a good idea?” She was not the only person to live in a residential facility for those affected by the Snap. It was traumatic enough for you, and you didn’t even get Snapped.

People had collected the ashes and taken them to doctors, hoping. . .

“Her therapist thinks so. And Lizzy doesn’t want to stag in Canada.” Nathan rubs the back of his neck.

“Are you okay with that,” you have to ask. “You're young. It doesn’t have to be your responsibility. You should be able to date and move in and not have to look after Lizzy-”

“I want to. . .and I’m not,” Nathan does air quotes, “building a family.”

“You never know.”

“I do know,” he tells you, meeting your gaze. “I’m not interested in the nuclear family thing.”

You blink.

“I’m ace. Look it’s not a big deal but I wanted to let you know, and that you can always move to New Asgard with us.”

You swallow. The idea of your siblings living in New Asgard, would they be in the path of would-be Thanos’? There seemed to be a new catastrophe everyday and now Deviants too. Maybe you should call the Government. They could get in touch with Captain Marvel, right?

“I have a job.” It sounds weak even to your ears.

“I know. No pressure. Seriously. Just, visit, call, zoom?”

“Yeah. I will.” You remember all the voicemails you’ve left Lizzy.

Did she even want to see you?

Before you leave, you run your fingers over the freshly dug grave, soil upturned, and watch as flowers bloom over Ajak’s grave. Blue and yellow wildflowers.

****

You say goodbye to Nathan at the airport, dreading the three separate flights you need to take to reach Kingo. It’s Sprite that hugs him the hardest, punching his arm, and grinning, “two for flinching,” like a particularly annoying aunt to her favorite nephew.

You hadn’t told him about the possibility of the world ending, again. What good would that do? Everyone on the planet lived with existential PTSD, Spiderman destroying the London Eye didn’t help.

You sit next to Ikaris in business class and spring for purchasing headphones. Best ten pounds you’ve ever spent. Sersi hadn’t thought twice about sitting with Sprite.

Neither Ikaris nor you make another attempt at small talk.

It’s not until your layover in Doha that you stretch your legs.

“You didn’t tell him about the whole new Celestial did you,” Sprite asks you while you wait for a McDonald’s meal. Your internal clock is messed up. It could be breakfast or dinner.

“No,” you sigh. “I feel like-okay telling someone would freak them out but maybe telling New Asgard? They have ships? People could be saved, they could call in backup. We, you don’t have to do this alone.”

Sprite sighs. “I-I thought one day we’d finish and I could, maybe back on Olympia there might be a way for me to change. . .and now-we can’t just,” she looks down at her shoes, “I spent nearly ten thousand years protecting this planet and now we’re just supposed to let it die. That’s not what I signed up for.” She laughs darkly, “not that I signed up for anything apparently.”

You wrap an arm around her shoulder, “You’ll have time to talk this through with a therapist after.”

She looks up at you, “someone’s counting their chickens before they hatched.”

“Very punny.”

“Thanks.” Sprite adds, “I told my D&D group I’d be gone. They were worried.”

“That's what friends do.”

“I’ve never been able to stick around in one place for long,” she muses, “not after. . .I’d tried and people got really burn the witch quick.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. You didn’t make me like this.”

You grab food for Sersi and Ikaris too.

***

Kingo introduces yet another Auntie he’s older than. You’ve lost track, looking through your messages: trying to get work off your back, replying to your brother, seeing your sister still hasn’t responded. The world’s going to end in days. You should be with them? What were you even going to do to stop this?

Not for the first time you want to call the Wakandan Embassy. Maybe their technology could help?

But even Sersi was on board with bearing the responsibility on her own.

And Kingo-

He’s supposed to be saying goodbye, but that involves introducing everyone in Karun’s family. They keep spawning. You think they must’ve called people over. One of the old men is definitely the neighbor. Karun’s wife quickly gets food going: wanting to send her husband and Kingo off with snacks. It’s a lot.

You doubt Arishem had this in mind when he created Kingo.

“Ah and that is Kush,” Karun excitedly gabs, “he is studying for his entrance exams. We are very proud of him!”

“I miss when you could just make things up and people believed them,” Kingo sighs, “now you need accreditation.”

Sersi frowns, “well, yes-otherwise you get quack doctors and pseudoscience. There’s enough of that within academia to start with.”

“We can’t all inherit our father’s media company,” you point out. Karun had signed pictures with Kingo Sr. It was a photograph of the entire cast for some folk tale musical.

“Hit me up for a job. Make nepotism work for you,” Kingo grabs you by the hand. “What’ve you been up to? Wait-do you know,” he narrows his eyes, scrutinizing you.

“Too late for that,” Sprite says bitterly. Being around Kingo was putting her in a mood.

“Oh. Thank god. Keeping secrets, smh. Am I right?”

“Well you obviously told Karun,” Sersi says.

“And apparently the whole family,” Ikaris adds, holding up a photograph of a teenage Karun and Kingo. “Do they all know?”

“Eh. It’s not a big deal. Once we got over the vampire and evil jinn theories we really bonded. You should watch 30 hours in Mumbai. A real tear jerker. Almost as good as Dangal,” Kingo explains, before calling out to someone in Marathi.

You barely retained any Hindi.

Some memories, some lives, were clearer than others. You could still picture the waterways of Tenochtitlan, but India was a blur.

“So they know,” Sprite finishes.

Karun’s wife, Seema, comes out with lunch boxes, all filled with freshly made food. They’re all labeled. There’s more than enough to get you all through the plane ride to Australia: to Thena and Gilgamesh.

And then there’s more goodbyes all over again as she fixes Karun’s lapels.

Kingo puts the food in the car.

“I don’t think we can all fit,” Sprite frowns.

“We can split a cab,” you offer.

“We fit, don’t worry,” Kingo says before squishing four people into the back of his car. It was an absurdly tight fit. Sprite sat on the edge of the seat, your knees jammed against Sersi.

“We should’ve split a cab,” Sprite grumbles.

***

Sersi breaks the news again. And again.

No Olympia.

Their entire life was a lie.

You wonder how this kind of world altering news will impact Thena’s mental health. Her grasp on reality was fucked. This couldn’t help.

You understood, looking up at the night sky.

Time had stood still at Thena and Gilgamesh’s homestead. There were stars you had not seen since Airdrie. The London smog was not nearly as bad as it had been at the turn of the last century, the tail end of the Victorian era. But here even the Milky way was visible to the naked eye like it had been centuries past.

Learning the truth of Arishem’s mission was watching Tony Stark fall out of the wormhole all over again. It was learning about aliens, that there were empires grander and more powerful with their eyes on Earth. The Hulk, Thor: it had never stopped after New York. The attacks, the threats had kept coming from people and the stars.

Nothing had ever been the same.

There was Alien insurance that could be added to houses like Volcano Insurance.

Mutants went viral on Tiktok.

But everytime a Thanos level event happened, you and the rest of humanity remembered how vulnerable the little blue dot called Earth really was.

This was their wormhole.

“Can I join you,” Sprite asks, sitting down on the packed earth with you.

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice out here.”

“Relaxing.”

Sprite laughs, “we should’ve taken a quiet country vacation instead.” She inhales deeply. “There’s dolphin’s off Scotland.”

“Next time,” you lay your head on her shoulder.

“You sound so sure,” your old friend mutters, “a celestial. A fucking Celestial.”

“They can’t be that bad-”

“What did Druig tell you about Arishem?”

“Honestly,” you offer, pulling away, “not much.”

“To call them gods isn’t an exaggeration. It’s not like with us, people worshiping something they don’t understand. They’re gods. The whole life, death and universe shabang.” Sprite closes her eyes, the tired expression on her pixie features at odds with her age. The trepidation in her eyes reminded you of the British Indian soldiers on leave. Eyes that contained all the horrors of war; Sprite who had seen more horrors than had ever been put to historical record.

You’d been sacrificed once.

“I should’ve-I should have tried more, built-I could’ve had what Kingo does! Family. Real family. Not a bunch of losers Arishem stuck on the same ship.”

You try to comfort her. “Family, are people you love not necessarily always get along with. Or even like all the time.”

Sprite intertwines her fingers with you. “I’m glad you shot an arrow at me.”

“I was shooting a deer.”

“Way to ruin the moment,” she snipes, both of you bursting into laughter.

***

Kingo’s private plane was a game changer.

“Please tell me this is some green lofty Stark tech so I don’t have to feel bad about the CO2 emissions,” you ask the Southeast Asian in appearance Eternal.

“Yeah! Nothing but the best for Kingo Jr. or Is it Kingo the fourth now?”

Sprite rolls her eyes.

“Guys,” Kingo points out, jumping from topic to topic, “should Thena have a knife on the plane?”

“It’s fine,” Thena doesn’t look up from her wood whittling.

“She said it’s fine,” Gilgamesh echoes, sitting down next to you and leaning his seat back.

You trust Gilgamesh’s judgement on this.

“Um,” Kingo continues to look worried.

Karun hands him a drink.

You were used to Kingo being surrounded by friends. He’d always known merchants and butchers, haggling with a smile and actually managing to get fresher produce. Haggling is an art. Karun and his kin were just the latest in a long line of people that Kingo had built friendships with.

It was Kingo more than any of them that had taken to being human like a fish to water.

“You mentioned the deviants could speak now,” Gilgamesh asks Sersi, looking pensive.

“What does it matter,” Ikaris cuts in, “They’re deviants. We have a job to do.”

“Oh right,” Sprite says sourly, “our mission. Because that’s going well.”

“Sprite,” Ikaris chidded as if he had any authority.

You busied yourself with the contents of Kingo’s mini fridge. There were masala lays and bottles of beer. You play with the inflight tv, wondering if Kingo had anything other than his own movies.

“Sersi,” Gilgamesh recenters the conversation.

“Yes, um,” she nods, “He-they,” cleary she wasn’t sure what pronouns to use and only Sersi would be worrying about pronouns when dealing with deviants for the first time in milena, “tried to speak before attacking.” She purses her lips, “about Arishem. I don’t know.”

“Then they have the capacity for higher thought,” Gilgamesh ponders, “are more than predators following their nature.”

“What are you saying,” Kingo asks carefully.

You frown, “that still means they chose to attack us in London. They could’ve remained in hiding.”

“Do you think,” Sersi says slowly, “that they sense Tiamut’s birth?”

“If we are all children of Arishem,” Thena trails off, her pencil stilling. What must she feel now, learning that the illness in her mind wasn’t delusional hallucinations but memories of other worlds? She was holding herself together admirably. You thought this must be hardest for her.

Learning the truth did not stop her flashbacks from occuring like a glitch in the matrix.

“Does it matter.” Ikaris clicks his jaw.

“Yes,” Gilgamesh argues, “if they are sentient beings then we should try to. . .we shoukd hear them out. Everything we thought we knew was wrong. What if we are wrong about them. Clearly, they evolved.”

Sprite stands, “did you forget they killed Ajak!” Tears shine in her eyes. The wound still fresh.

You wonder what Ajak woukd have done if she lived. Would she have told them about Tiamut? Would the Eternal leader have let the Earth die? You hoped not. But you had never been close, you could not guess at her feelings for humanity, her loyalty to the mission might have won out.

It didn’t matter.

Ajak was gone.

You’d never know what she would have done if she had lived:

“Sersi,” Gilgamesh says, “perhaps they can be reasoned with. From their point of view, we have hunted them to near extinction. Should we not try to do things differently-better than we have? We can’t afford to fight the deviants and stop Tiamut at the same time.” His arguement was well put.

You’d never faced deviants before.

“Arishem created the deviants for a reason,” Ikaris states, “just as we have a purpose.”

“Oh and I suppose that makes it right,” you point out, “and if Arishem told you to let Thanos kill half the universe that makes it alright!”

“You’re human. I don’t expect you to understand.”

Kingo defends you, “hey! It’s her planet we’re talking about here.”

“And billions of people,” Sersi collapses into the seat, her expression that of a deep rooted depression.

Thena places her hand over Karun’s camera lens.

“They. Killed. Ajak.” Sprite slams a steak knife into the coffee table you were all gathered around.

“Ajak knew,” Thena adds quietly.

The woman had left behind so many questions.

You think of the iridescent alien creatures that had smacked Ikaris aside with ease. Sersi’s abilites had only bought seconds. They had made you feel so small. What were a few magic tricks against alien creatures that could take on an Eternal?

The images of the Battle of New York fill your thoughts again. Everything had changed after that.

“And she knew it was the right path,” Ikaris again argues, “that’s why she was the leader.”

“You’re talking about the destruction of an entire planet,” Sersi points out, hurt in her eyes as she regards her former lover.

“And billions of new worlds.”

“He has a point,” Kingo points out, “I don’t like it, but who are we to decide which lives matter more?”

You roll your eyes, “um, the lives currently existing obviously! Those new worlds are theoretical, they don’t even exist yet. If Tiamut has waited 5 billions years already, can’t they wait another 5 billion for the sun to die? You can have planet earth then.”

“It’s the way of things,” Ikaris once again argues, “destruction so that new life may begin.”

Kingo shakes his head, but says nothing, looking tormented at having to bear the responsability of Earth, of Tiamut.

“You haven’t seen worlds die,” Thena notes, her gaze lost to her memories.

Gilgamesh squeezes her shoulder in sympathy.

It was the same arguement, recycled, as time ran out for your planet.

***

Mexico was both exactly how you remembered it and incredibly changed.

Kingo’s plane landed in Mexico City, the sprawling metropolis was akin to most cities in the world. But once you left the city behind, you saw traces of what life had been like at the turn of the century. People still hung their laundry up to dry and the closer you got to the mountains Druig had made his home in, the less development there was. You wondered how much was Druig’s doing and how much of it was just a result of how remote this cerro still was with its dirt road.

“You two have been here before,” Kingo asks you and Sersi. “Right?” You’ve made a stop at an Oxxo to grab snacks and refuel.

“In the 1800s,” Sersi answers. You split some pecan pies with her.

You look up at the mountains surrounding you. It was hot and humid in the worst of ways. “I was buried here last time, no,” you scrunch your nose, “the time before that with Sersi.” You were pretty sure it had been in the 1800s. “I died somewhere in Bangladesh I think?” There was so much to remember.

Humans lacked the capacity to live as long as you have. You didn’t have space to remember everything.

“That’s ghoulish,” Kingo frowns in that humorous way of his. He’s always been charismatic.

“I don’t really think about it. . .” It was rare for you to come across your grave. Different places, centuries later, this was the only one you knew the location of. Now you weren’t sure how to feel about your bones rotting in the earth. Was there even anything left?

Sersi squeezes your hand.

“Why haven’t you talked to Druig,” Sprite asks, nosy as always as she nicks your drink without thought. You were used to Sprite and Sersi. You’d missed Kingo in your past lives.

You shrug, biting into the thin pastry. It was always fun to try snacks in different countries. You just wish all this travel wasn’t done under the cloud of another impending apocalypse.

Sprite jabs her elbow into your side, “Come on. Spit it out.”

“Fuck, that hurt,” you complain, covering your mouth with your hand.

“So?”

Kingo also leans in.

You roll your eyes, “seriously?”

“Well now I wanna know,” Kingo nods.

“Eh,” you look down at your shoes. It was a bit weird where you did want to vent but also didn’t want to tell them because it would get back to Druig in the form of Kingo saying shit. They were your family. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted to finish Uni and then there was the whole Snap and. . .it honestly seems a little fake even though I can remember everything.” You couldn’t have dragged your baby brother to your husband’s commune.

Kingo pats your shoulder, “that’s. . .”

Karun shoves the camera in your face.

“Really,” you take a step back.

“It makes for good drama.”

“Karun worked on Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro.”

“So why are you working for this one,” you ask Karun. There was no way being a valet was this man’s dream.

“There is so many places and things to learn when working with Kingo,” Karun smiles kindly, “like all of you! What do you see when you die?”

You cringe.

“Don’t answer that,” Sprite pulls you away.

Back to the car.

“Give me my soda back,” you tell her even as you grab it. It was hot and already sweat ran down your back.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. It had never been that you didn’t want to see Druig. . .you just wanted to take care of some other stuff first. Sort the mess of memories in your head as much as you could. Time, you had wanted time to figure yourself out first.

It wasn’t fair.

To either of you.

It never had been.

Shakespeare couldn’t have imagined a better tragedy.

***

You’d honestly forgotten how creepy this place could be. You didn’t want to sound judgemental, or dimish each villagers life and their autonomy, only you couldn’t let go of the idea that they couldn’t consent to Druig’s whole mind control as a deus ex machina when it was all they had ever known. Over two hundred years later, and you still hadn’t come around on this.

Neither had anyone else.

“Can I film you sir,” Karun asks someone.

You search the man’s face for familiar features. You’d likely known this man’s ancestors. He might even be Cualtzin’s great something.

You swallow, suddenly wishing you had talked to Druig before. You wanted to do this in private, to have a change to see him before everyone by yourself, and maybe guilt also wormed its way into your thoughts. Would he be hurt you didn’t seek him out? You’d known for years.

You wanted a proper reunion without the impending birth of a celestial hanging over everything.

Sersi intertwines her finger with yours.

You only hoped your sister would come around. You needed to talk to her before-

Sprite asks a man, “Hey, estamos buscando a Druig. Donde esta?”

“De que conoces a Druig?”

“Somos,” Sprite thinks on it, “amigos de la universidad.”

Their eyes grow gold.

Definitely creepy.

Druig steps out of the community center. Though the way this place ran, everything was communal. That was one thing you’d liked about this place, how close knot everyone was. And the food.

Your heart lurches in your chest when you see him, the same dark hair, cheeky smile with those mischievous eyes. Any doubt of the validity of your feelings, of your memories, faded away because this was real, he was here in the flesh. Like learning to ride a bike, you slipped back into the habit of being in love.

“I miss you all,” are Druig’s first words to the Eternals after centuries in a warm tone that was a complete turn from his schism from the rest of his companions.

Your fingers tighten around Sersi’s hand.

It’s obvious when he spots you.

Caught off guard as his eyes widen, whatever he was about to say is forgotten. “My lady-” Druig always has the brightest smile.

“Druig,” you rush forward.

It’s without throught. You just need him at that moment.

And he needs you.

Druig cups your face in his hand, resting his forehead against yours.

You stare into his eyes, feeling amazed that you were able to spend another lifetime with the man you loved. The only man for you. In his gaze, the history and love shared between you echoed back.

“You’re getting this? Please tell me you're getting this,” Kingo’s terrible stage whisper breaks your trance.

“I am Sir. Do not worry.”

And you remember why you were here with the rest of the Eternals.

“What’s wrong,” Druig frowns.

You didn’t want to tell him any of it. You wish you could shield him from the news of Ajak and Tiamut, from learning that his entire existence was a farce, but you couldn’t. The Eternals needed him. Earth needed him.

Pepper Potts would understand how you felt at this moment.

“You should sit down.”

***

Sersi explains the finer details, filling in the truth with the astral projects she’s had with Arishem shince Ajak died.

You observe how he takes the news, sitting next to him. The muscles of his arm shift under your hand. There’s no easy way to break the news of the Emergence.

Nothing would matter if the Earth was destroyed.

You knew he’d help.

But it was easy for you to read the vitriol in his face. You could practically hear him think back on every event they had watched impassively as innocents died, trusting Ajak’s judgement that they were doing the right thing to ensure humanity entered an age of enlightenment, only to learn it had been a lie.

Druig had a temper.

When he’d finally snapped, the Eternals had disbanded, because of him they’d gone their separate ways.

“You’ve given me a lot of bad news in one go, Sersi,” he finally states, bitterness lacing his light tone.

This was not going to go well.

“Will you help us,” Sersi asks, barely finishing before her phone rings.

Druig clenches his jaw.

You squeeze his arm in support. You were here for him, for however long that was. Again, you think of your siblings; of Sarah who sent you something off your amazon wishlist on your birthday even though you guys barely talked anymore; the Indian place that gave you two orders of rice for your curry order for free. All these people. . .

Druig stands. “Do you all remember Tenochtitlan? Beautiful. The canals. Tlatelolco.” He pauses in front of Gilgamesh and Thena, looking genuinely happy to see them again, “It was the last place we all lived together.” For them alone he had left this place for a decade.

“I protected these people for twenty generations now. From the outside world and from themselves,” he saunters over to Kingo and Karun, bitter in his gloating. “Your kind my friend, you will be responsible for your own extinction one day. Don’t you think.”

You sigh when Karun earnestly answers Druig’s rhetorical question.

This was not going to end well.

Druig possess Karun.

Kingo immediately surges to protect his friend, “Oh no you didn’t.”

Covering your face with your hand, you sigh, letting your head fall as they talk about streaming views when the world is about to end.

It gets worse when Ikaris tries to leave.

“Druig this is serious,” Sersi tries.

“I’ll tell you what’s serious. I’ve just been told I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the past 7,000 years and that my entire existance was a lie. So excuse me for not giving a shit about your plan right now.”

Yeah, he was not taking this well.

You knew from the moments of travel where no one could do anything but stew in the truth that everyone was feeling torn, but Sersi and the rest were trudging through to fix the situation before they had their existential crisis.

Druig slams the door when he leaves.

Thena gives you a long look.

You’d never been able to read her.

“I’ll. . .go talk to him,” you tell them, feeling incredibly awkward.

Spite, being her usual self, asks you like she had hundreds of years ago, “him? Really?”

You roll your eyes and chase after him.

“How long have you known,” Druig says coldly.

He stands on the edge of the treeline. You know where this pathway leads. The graveyard.

Kingo was right, it was strange to think you were both here and buried here.

“Not long after Thanos,” you answer honestly. You didn’t want to do this now. Not about the magic, not about the time, or Thanos or any of it. Not when-

You’d seen people turn to ash.

Running into the flat corridor and people just. . .gone.

He turns to you. “You didn’t come,” his voice was small.

You reach for his hands, “I had to take care of my brother,” you explain, “and then. . .my head was a mess. I remembered bits and pieces but not in the right order.”

“I’m not mad. . “ he says softly, looking up through his fringe at you.

“I didn’t think you would be. . .I just needed time and was psyching myself out and now this-”

Druig’s fingers tighten around yours, “The Emergence.”

“You have to try,” you plead with him, “isn’t it what you’ve always wanted. To do something instead of sitting by?” Here you were, begging for the future of humanity. You’d never felt that difference between you and your husband more.

“My love,” he sighs, “even if I could. . .this is not just any mind I would have to control.”

“So you won’t,” you frown, voice wavering. Your eyes burn with unshed tears.

Ikaris you’d expect.

Even Kingo and Sprite’s hesitance made sense.

But Druig-

“That’s not what I said,” Druig says slowly. “We could take the Domo-”

“You once told me,” you say as you gaze into his eyes, “that you wanted to be buried here. On Earth. That you were as much of this Earth as I am.” Your lips tremble, your words hanging in the air.

“And I do,” he utters with a turbulent sea of emotions on his face, “But I am a selfish man, my lady. I want more time. For us.”

Tears fall from your eyes. “There might be more,” your smile is small, “we might pull this off. And if not, I wouldn’t change a thing. How lucky are we to have had lifetimes?”

Druig smiles, looking as handsome as he had in Australia, before leaning in to kiss you.

You meet him halfway.

There’s no rush.

A steady passion that never wavered, Druig kissed you like he had a thousand times before, like he might a thousand times more.

You wouldn’t give into the anxiety.

This was not the last time: they’d pull it off. You trusted that your patchwork family would save the world.

Just look at what the Avengers had managed to do.

You wrap your hands around his neck, placing a kiss against his cheek, “I missed you.”

Druig hugs you against his chest, “Sure, as if Sersi hasn’t replaced me,” he jokes and you know it’ll be okay.

You hope.

“Speaking of Sersi,” you say, “I should go let her know to get going, while you take care of things here.”

“One last thing,” he tells you.

“Yeah?”

Druig kisses you again.

You laugh against his plush lips.

“Sersi,” you spot her and Ikaris talking. Like any best friend, you immediately want to plant yourself as a shield between her and her ex.

They look alright, for the moment.

But you saw first hand how lonely she was when you found each other.

And you’d never liked Ikaris.

“Hey,” she waves you over.

Ikaris sulks, and you know he’s going to say something annoying once more.

A metallic screech fills the air.

You look up, instinctively trying to find the source. In the blink of an eye, a deviant snatches Ikaris into the air.

Sersi screams. “IKARIS!”

Fuck.

You look around wildly. There was nothing sturdy to hide in. Just huts and trees that they could rip to shreds. Your heart pounds in your ears.

For once you wish you knew fancy spells like Doctor Strange.

“Señora, esta bien,” a voice calls from the fog as you hover around Sersi.

What were you supposed to do?

“Watch out! Clear the camp!” Sersi yells.

It’s chaos as more deviants appear. Their bodies are exposed muscle, vines wrapped around to form animalistic creatures. In one you saw sabertooth tigers.

Fuck.

You clench your fists.

“Sersi,” you scream when a deviant lunges at her.

It’s too late.

A deviant comes barreling towards her.

“Get back,” Kingo yells, shooting fireballs at the thing, “it’s an ambush.”

Sprite grabs you, “come on!”

It’s chaos as people run into the forest. You’re not even sure it’s safe with these deviants popping up everywhere.

“Sprite, get Karun to safety!”

You don’t even see what happens, running with Sersi, running amongst the crowd.

Your eyes scan but there’s nowhere to hide.

“This way,”’she takes over, showing the streak of leadership Ajak must have seen in her, “quickly,” her first priority was ensuring the safety of these people.

It’s world war 2 all over again.

People running, attacks coming randomly. All you could do was hope your luck held out. (You hadn’t been snaped.)

“Get inside,” Sersi urges you.

“I’m not leaving you.”

She wants to argue but she also knows there’s no time. Her hands press against the wood, transforming it into metal.

She doesn't finish.

“Sersi!” The scream dies in your throat when the deviant tosses her body aside like she’s a paper doll.

You don’t have time to see if she’s okay. Your scream attracts the deviant’s attention. Blue and green and awful you hold up your hands, praying for something to happen. You didn’t understand magic.

Maybe you didn’t have to.

Without knowing, you’d made yourself reincarnate.

You act, raising your hands, aiming at the deviant and knowing something would happen. It would.

It does.

Light flares out of your hands. You feel the pull of magic from you, your teeth aching like you’ve got a brain freeze. The light blinds the deviant for seconds, sending it reeling back.

It shakes its head, disoriented.

You don’t know what else to do.

Sersi clambers out of the remains of a hut.

There’s nothing around you to use as a weapon, not really.

You scramble back, wanting to put distance between the creature and you. They certainly didn’t seem sentient. You cannot blame a predator for its nature.

Shots ring out.

You flinch.

The villagers line up, controlled, aiming their guns at the deviant. Buckshots ring out as they surround the deviant.

Your eyes widen in concert.

While the bullets ripped into the deviant’s iridescent hide, the alien creature grew annoyed. They weren’t putting it down.

It’s tail throws people aside.

You inhale sharply.

Unlike Sersi, they didn’t get back up.

Druig runs in, engaging the creature, weaving around and shooting it at close range.

It rears, angered.

Sersi spurs into action. She weaponizes a tree, her ability slowly turning a ring of bark into water, as Druig and his villagers keep the creature in place.

The magic is there, at your fingertips, it just needed a form to take, a spell to wield it properly. You flex your fingers.

Your breaths were sharp and shallow, adrenaline racing.

The tree, frozen into ice, traps the creature, and in a classical dysfunctional family way, Sersi and Druig argue as the deviant begins to shake the tree off himself.

Fuck.

You act, planting your foot forward, knees bent. Muscle memory took over, hundreds of years of experience, you see the ice. While Sersi and Druig argue about the villagers, your hands once more glow softly, a color between sunset and rust.

The ice moves with your will. The motion is fluid even as the weight of the branch slams into you. You grit your teeth. Your knees bend with the effort, more weight lifting than wand waving.

A branch breaks off and spears the deviant through the eye.

It happens in seconds.

You pant with exertion.

“How did you-”

The shock breaks Druig’s hold over their minds.

“Is that really important right now,” you run over to Sersi, looking her over.

“I’m okay,” she says quickly. “The others-” She looks further into the village where Kingo’s ability blasts through trees and the deviant: she doesn’t hesitate to run over.

“Head to the river,” Druig commands the villagers. They listen, trusting the man who had led them peacefully for generations. In some ways, they were better off than Wakanda, the front of Thanos’ war on earth, better off than London when Spiderman decided to go rogue.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

“Right,” you run after her, stumbling after a step.

Druig catches you. “Careful,” he says, sounding grave.

Maybe it had taken more out of you than you’d thought. You think back to what Hoa had told you. What effect would using magic in this cycle have? Would you even reincarnate? Did it matter if they couldn’t stop the Emergence?

“I need to,” your legs shake.

“You’ve done enough,” Druig says gently.

It’s lucky timing. Ikaris flies in, slamming into the final deviant attacking the village.

This one proves its sentient intelligence, cleverly pinning Ikris face down.

Sersi runs at it with a spear.

Your husband tries to take aim but it’s too close to Sersi. It’s the same problem Kingo runs into.

You watch as Sersi and the deviant both fall into the well, disappearing beneath the surface.

“Sersi!” Ikaris runs, ready to play the white knight, tortured by duty.

The surface explodes.

An ungly mangled tree grows, the bark merged with the deviant in a disturbing form of mummification. You’d seen this on an episode of Hannibal.

But Sersi is alright.

“Sersi,” Ikaris hugs the stunned woman.

“Where’s Thena,” you look around. Gilgamesh was missing too.

Ikaris pulls away from Sersi, looking into the treeline.

You have a bad feeling.

***

You watch the pyre burn.

For hundreds of years you believed them to be invincible. Now you sat watching as Gilgamesh’s body burned to ashes. You hadn’t wiped the tears away. They’d dried on your cheeks long ago.

Exhaustion clung to your body. The magic trick had taken so much out of you. It was like running a marathon with no training, you were surprised to be awake. How could you sleep when Gilgamesh was-

Sprite rests her head against your shoulder.

You sit with her in the dirt.

Thena cuts a lonely figure, stark white in the dark of the night. A pale ghost. It had always been Thena and Gilgamesh.

In a small voice, Sprite mutters, “what if Arishem kills us all for trying to. . .”

You have no answers for her.

***

A Ramada Inn was the closest place near Phastos.

Sprite lays on your bed as you call your brother, “she said she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Nathan sighs.

You close your eyes, swallowing back the tide of emotion. Gilgamesh was dead. It still felt surreal. How could he die? How could any of them die? “Tell her I love her.”

Nathan pauses, static crackling over the phone call. “How serious is it? Tell me the truth?”

He’d been alone in Canada to identify your parents' bodies. An unlucky casualty of the snap. A car’s driver blew away into ashes and veered into their car.

“Just,” you clench your jaw. What was the point in telling them when they couldn’t stop this? Should you tell them? Try and save a little of humanity so that even if Sersi’s plan failed someone would survive. “tell her I love her, and to call me. Please.”

“So it’s bad.”

“Yeah.”

Sprite leans next to you, “don’t worry kid, we got this.”

Your brother replies, “tell her I’m taller.”

“Tell him-”

You laugh, “yeah. Sure,” they were such siblings. The way Sprite looked at him. . .having family outside the Eternals for once. It was good for her. Being accepted as the unaging crotchety old woman she really was. “I love you too.”

“Me too,” Spite adds, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. She hadn’t left your side since the funeral. Which was annoying because you could see Druig and Sersi discussing whatever plan she’d hatched and didn’t even know. . .you wanted more time with him, to settle back into being Druig&You.

On the plant things had been. . .it was the shittiest of reunions. Terrible timing.

You lean into her, “did you hear her?”

“Yeah. I heard,” your brother chuckles. “You two should stop by. It’s nice out here.”

“We will.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You wait for him to hang up. How much time was left?

You’d never wanted to be a superhero. The Earth came too close to the brink of destruction: so many close calls, one of these days it wouldn't be saved. Right?

“Hello Sprite,” Druig walks in still clad in linen, “goodbye Sprite.”

“Have you ever tried not being a dickhead.” She’d been pricklier than usual since Ajak’s death.

“That’s childish,” he replies, sinking down to her level.

You roll your eyes, laying back on the bed. All you could do was sit and wait around for Sersi to convince Phastos. You didn’t think sending Ikaris was the right idea.

“At least I don’t have to possess people to have friends!” She storms off.

“Really,” you ask him pointedly.

“She started it,” he shrugs, dumping out a bag on the bed.

You turn onto your stomach: looking the clothes over. Denim, a black shirt, a worn leather jacket, and boots that were not handmade. He’d gone thrifting. You found the thought amusing.

“How are you?” Druig takes a seat on the bed, looking you over.

“Fine. I was fine by the time we took off. A bottle of coke does wonders.” The sugar had helped. And so had the nap while Kingo drove back to Mexico City.

“You’re using magic?”

“Before I remembered. . .it just came to me. Not that I know anything,” you close your eyes, trying to remember what exactly you’d told him. “It’s not like-I’m not trying to be the Scarlet Witch here, I just wanted to help.”

“I know.” He rubs your back gently.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know what this means for,” you gesture at yourself, “but can we just handle one thing at a time?”

“Do you want to know magic?”

You sit up. “Technically I have been using magic,” you wink at him, wishing things could be lighter. Gilgamesh was dead. You’d never run into the kitchen and see him covered in flour again.

He chuckles, blue eyes sparkling.

You take his hands. “I don’t hate it. But I’d rather see you again.” They’d save the world. You were manifesting it.

“You shouldn’t have to choose.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you tell him, running your thumb over his knuckles. He had changed. 7,000 years on earth had affected him. How could it not. Druig had lived through so much. You’d changed too. You were greater than the sum of your parts, no longer the simple slave girl in Athens, or the textile worker from Ghana. You’d grown. “I love you. The rest is just stuff to figure out.”

He smiles, “my beautiful lady, you have a way with words.”

You blush. “Shut up. I’ve been a lot of things but never a poet.”

Druig laughs, toppling you over into the bed. He presses his body against yours. Hand on your side, he kisses your mouth with his soft lips. “Is this okay?”

You dig your fingers into his shoulder blades. This wonderful man. You’d missed this. Missed him. You could not have imagined him in all your youthful fantasies. Druig was so much more. Hard headed with an empathetic soul: how could you not want him? Love was waking up everyday and choosing him, always and forever.

“Come here,” you kiss his jaw tenderly.

There was nothing sweeter than reuniting with your lover.

***

“So this is The Domo,” you gaze around, trying to take everything in. Makkari has become an even worse horder in the past few centuries. Living as long as they did meant a lot of keepsakes. And Makkari is of a sentimental nature, attaching past memories to emerald tablets and gold incan figurines.

Her collection in The Domo is priceless, a complete record of the last 7,000 years of humanity’s history. Her love letter to humanity.

Karun is having a similar wow moment, as he films the interior of the ship.

Druig nudges your shoulder with his own, “my beautiful, beautiful lady,” he offers you a simple beaded necklace. Each bead is hand carved and strung on a gold cord.

It takes a second for the memory to come, but you remember. Thebes.

He’s never asked your age in any life. You’ve only now noticed his simple joy at being able to spend however many years you could together.

You’d freeze yourself in this moment if you could and spare Druig another death, another cycle.

“You kept it,” you say in amazement.

“There’s more around here,” amusement in his features. Who could find anything in Makkari’s clutter?

“Druig.” You melt. More than two thousand years later and he could still surprise you in the ways he loved you.

He slips his hand into the back pocket of your jeans, squeezing your ass.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you fumble to wrap the necklace around your neck, the ancient clasp easier to work than modern ones. It was only hours ago that Druig had squeezed your bare ass, urging you to ride him harder.

“Really,” Phastos groans, “in my lab?”

“Yeah,” Kingo piles on, “was the plane not enough?”

Considering the world might end, you don’t really care. Neither does Druig.

Shamelessly, he ignores their comments. “Phastos, I need to be able to control the mind of a celestial.”

“Okay. Get ready for it.” Phastos turns on his lab, holographic blueprints detailing the mechanics of the plan to stop the Emergence.

“Bracelets? You made us bracelets?”

You take in the image of a celestial for the first time. There was always more to the universe. Why couldn’t it be something good? Like the Asgardians.

Druig presses a kiss to your shoulder.

You push away the negative thoughts.

Manifesting. Right. You could do that. Think positively. Manifest a million more days. Had Druig tried Greggs? The world would be saved and you’d take him to Ireland again. He’d meet your siblings. You’d fix things with Lizzy.

“So here’s a little Celestial 101,” Phastos says, and proceeds to speak absolute gibberish. It flies right over your head.

Druig shifts. He rests an arm around your shoulders as Phastos finishes with his bracelet machine energy thing. The Unimind.

Ignoring Kingo’s late capitalist desire to turn everything into a profitable brand, she asks, So suppose Druig can, say put Tiamut to sleep-then what? Her hand remains in the air, asking her question, curious as to what the next part of the plan was. Tiamut wouldn’t sleep forever. Druig was going to buy time.

“We find humans a new home on another planet,” Sersi says cryptically. Which yeah. Was not a solution.

Your people had only built a long distance spacecraft once, for five people.

“Are we building them a big ship too? Take a pair of each animal,” Sprite pokes holes into her non plan.

“You know what’s never saved the world,” Phastos says annoyed, “your sarcasm.”

“Space colonization could take decades.”

“It could happen quickly with our help.”

“Do we have that time,” you point out. “How long would Tiamut remain asleep for?”

“I don’t-” Phastos looks at Druig for an answer which your lover doesn’t have. It wasn’t like he’d put a celestial to sleep before.

“What if we accidentally end up killing Tiamut,” Kingo brings up. “We could be responsible for billions of lives not being created across the universe. Not to mention the death of a Celestial. All bad.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “how could you value potential lives over people alive right now! Who’d die. Remember. We have to take that chance.” Tiamut’s life was worth the billions of people, the billions of lifeforms on your planet.

“Who are we to decide that!” Kingo rubs his forehead in agitation, “what if by stopping the natural cycle of the universe we cause something worse? Throwing nature out of balance always ends badly. Global warming anyone?”

You frown.

“Can we not work with nature sir,” Karun asks, camera rolling, “ask Mr. Tiamut to wait until we can live somewhere else?”

“Both of you are too close to the situation to think objectively,” Sprite cuts in, “we have to do what's right for the universe.”

You arch a brow, “seriously? This is all any of you know! That makes you biased too.”

“How would we even know what’s right,” Phastos says dejectedly. “We barely found out what we are? Not a great track record here.”

“Ajak chose Sersi to be the leader. Sersi should decide,” Ikaris puts in his two cents.

You look at your old friend, heart lodged in your throat. You already knew Druig would risk it. It was just a matter of getting everyone on board.

Phastos' plan requires everyone to wear a bracelet.

There’s an anime friendship joke there somewhere.

“I-”

“So even you’re having doubts,” Sprite throws her hands up in the air. “This wouldn’t happen if Ajak was here.” She stalks off.

“Sprite,” Ikaris calls after her. When she doesn’t come back, he follows.

“Let her blow off some steam,” Kingo follows Ikaris out of The Domo.

“Great,” Phastos utters, powering down the holograms, “glad to see we can still work together.”

“Make the bracelets,” Sersi nods. “Just in case.”

“How many,” Druig pauses, “of us would we need to power your,” he gestures at Phastos futuristic printer.

“I don’t know.” Phastos admits. “A lot of this is guesswork and approximation. I don’t know the limits of your ability, or how that translates to a Celestial. There’s no time to measure averages of built up cosmic energy.”

You swallow, pulling away to let them talk it out while Sersi chases after the others. Whatever was decided, it would be together.

It would be okay.

You knew them well.

Karun asks you shyly, “Kingo tells me you reincarnate.”

“It’s a party trick.” You felt as stressed as everyone else.

“So karma and-”

“Magic.” You answer the question he was about to ask. “I don’t, it’s not the Hindu gods. It’s some spell I accidentally cast and now,” you shrug.

“Oh.” He nods. “Well, the answer lies not in aliens or magic.” Karun smiles kindly. “That is why we aim for moksha. Though I think this could only be my second or third life at most.”

You can’t help but smile. “How is your family?”

“Good. They know I do important work with Kingo. Cinema, movies, it is now how we pass things on. I remember the first time I saw Kuch Lich Hota Hai!”

“I’ll have to watch it some time.”

It was easy to see why someone as easy going as Kingo had hit it off with Karun.

“I’m close to figuring it out,” Phastos calls out.

You look up just in time to see Ikaris shoot lasers at the inventor.

Everyone stands in stunned silence.

“Ikaris,” Kingo calls out, “what are you doing?” He looks at Phastos’ prone body.

“I’ve let this go on long enough,” Ikaris stalks further into the room. He reminds you of a sleek predator, of facing the deviant back in Mexico. And now you’re stuck in close quarters with him.

You weren’t stupid.

You couldn’t hold out against Ikaris.

You were all going to die.

“Don’t hurt him,” Sersi rushes to Phastos’ side, helping him up.

His shoulder smokes where the lasers made contact. The fabric is blacked. But Ikaris hadn’t hit him for long enough to truly hurt him. It was lucky they were built so durably.

“He lied to us,” Sersi stares Ikaris down, tears in her eyes. “He already knew about the emergence.” She’d made her peace with being abandoned, but to be betrayed by someone she once loved, someone who remained as dear as family to her-

“No he didn’t,” Kingo denies.

“Ajak told me everything when we left Babylon.”

“What?”

You suck in a breath. “That long.”

They’d all changed, grown to love humanity because they’d thought they were here to protect the Earth. But Ikaris, your heart hurts for him. He’d always been distant and remote. No wonder.

He’d purposely kept his distance. It would be easier to carry out his mission, Arishem’s mission, that way, without attachment.

“You were never going to let her stop the Emergence.”

“No.” Ikaris looks around at his team, “I only wanted to protect you from the deviants.”

“If Ajak wanted you to take her place, why did she choose me?” There’s a hard edge to Sersi’s voice. “

Ikaris says nothing.

Druig puts it together first. “He killed her.”

Spite turns away from Ikaris, unable to stand the sight of him.

You can’t believe it. Ajak and Ikaris. He’d trusted her above all others. For so long, Ikaris was the faithful follower. The Eternal Ajak relied on.

For him to kill her-

He’d always been a good soldier.

“I had to.”

“She loved you.”

Ikaris flinches. “Did she?” His eyes fill with tears. “Do you think it was easy to know the truth? To know that one day all this would end.” He glances at you. Meets everyone's eyes, searching, beseeching. He was so far gone. “To keep on lying to you.”

“If we gave humanity the choice, how many of them would be willing to die so that billions more could be born?”

“I suppose that’s easy to say when you’re not the one dying,” you retort coldly.

You’d never wished Ajak dead.

“Is this why you’re willing to kill,” Phastos asks furiously, “You are so pathetic.”

“I’m an Eternal Phastos. I exist for Arishem. As do you. That’s who you are.”

Phastos steps forward, unafraid to confront Ikaris. “I wouldn’t change a single thing about who I am, born or made. But I do not exist for Arishem. I exist for my family.”

“You are making the same mistake Ajak did.”

Makkarish wooshes in, rapidly motioning while she beamed with pride, I found Tiamut. The fastest Eternal was apparently the last one to find things out.

Ikaris’ eyes glow.

“No,” Kingo knocks the speedster out of the way. Blood seeps out of his shoulder, more viscous than human blood. He clutches his shoulder, “get out of here.”

Makkaris flees.

Ikaris stalks forward.

Kingo powers up. “You. Do. Not. Turn. Against. Your. Family.” His fireball grows, “Gilgamesh died because of you.”

“You will not succeed against me. And I will kill every one of you if I have to.” Having made his threat clear, he leaves.

Spite wails, collapsing onto her knees.

“What is this,” Thena glances around the wreckage of their family. Of your family.

Ikaris had once saved your life.

You didn’t understand the man. You never would.

“I-” Sprite looks at everyone. “I can’t. I know he killed,” she sobs then, “Ajak, but I can’t hurt-I can’t hurt my family.” A sheen passes over her fingers and she disappears.

“Sprite-” Sersi reaches out to the spot where she had been just seconds before.

Makkari runs in. She holds her hands up, before turning her palms down into fists. What happened? Where did Sprite go?

“I don’t know,” Kingo shakes his head. “Away. I-we’re no match for Ikaris.”

“Don’t say that Sir.”

“He really fooled us didn’t he,” he says sadly. Kingo looks over at Karun, “you should go be with your family.”

“Sir.”

“They need you. Whatever happens.”

“Kingo,” Sersi says carefully.

He shakes his head, “even with my help. . .we need a plan B.” He looks over at you. “I love the people of this planet, and even if I can’t save everyone, I can still save a few.”

New Asgard.

The Avengers.

This was bigger than you.

You nod, understanding him. “Okay.”

“We need you,” Sersi pleads.

“And fight my brother,” Kingo recoils.

“My lady,” Druig says carefully.

“Don’t-” you shake your head. No goodbyes. This wasn’t a goodbye. “It doesn’t matter because you’ll stop the Emergence.” You’ve never been more scared.

Serving as an army nurse had been a cakewalk compared to the end of everything.

He lifts his chin playfully, “anything for you my lady.”

You stifle tears. Instead you smile.

And leave with Kingo and Karun.

***

You cry saying goodbye to Karun.

“It has been an honor Sir,” he bows to Kingo.

Tears wet the Eternal’s cheeks. “No, it has been my honor. Not everyone would try to kill a vampire. Twice.”

They share a laugh.

In 3 hours he would be home. In 3 hours, there might not even be a planet left.

You call your brother from the plane, unable to stop crying. Ajak. Ikaris. Everything was falling apart and you could only hope the rest of them made it, that they could put Tiamut to sleep.

You wonder where Sprite is.

He doesn’t answer.

You call again.

And again.

You feel time slipping through your fingers. “How long do you think we have,” you ask Kingo. It was such a nice day outside. The skies were clear as you flew over Eurasia.

You wipe tears from your eyes, dialling your sister instead.

Please pick up, you begged the universe.

“I don’t know,” Kingo sighs, resting his head against the seat. “Really wish I’d kept in touch with Thor now. . .” He cracks a smile. “Maybe I should’ve gone with Karun too.”

“You don’t think-” Lizzy picks up. Her voice changed from the last time you had properly talked to her, a uni student, your older sister, full of life and bad advice.

“Hello,” her voice is groggy, “is that? Why are you calling?” Your sister sounds exhausted and monotone. The Snap had taken its toll on her. She’d missed out on years.

“Lizzy,” your voice is fragile. She’d actually answered you. She never did. You didn’t know why. Maybe there wasn’t a reason. But she’d pulled away so much. “How are you?”

“It’s four in the morning.”

“Oh. Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“Rough night?”

“No,” she sighs. “Can’t sleep.”

“Have you tried melatonin gummies?”

“Yes. They don’t help.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. For everything, that the world was ending, for whatever you’d done to her. You were tremendously sorry it had been her and not you. You should’ve been Snapped away.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“How’s New Asgard,” you ask instead.

“Cold.”

“Colder than Canada?”

“About the same,” her voice drifts. “Not that it matters.” Your childhood house had long ago been sold.

“Do you like it there at least?”

“Does it matter?”

You bite your lip, “of course it does.”

Lizzy doesn’t respond.

Kingo motions with his hand to get on with it, but you can’t. You can’t tell your sister who turned to ashes that the world is about to crack open, killing everyone. You can’t force her to live through another doomsday. You won’t be the one to put that on her shoulders.

It’s static.

Neither of you speak.

“Hey,” Lizzy says worriedly, “do you know if Norway gets earthquakes?”

“Why,” your heart sinks.

“Because the earth won’t stop shaking.”

“What!” Oh no.

“I have to go.”

“Lizzy, wait-”

“B-”

“Iloveyou,” you manage before the line goes dead. The world was ending and you were on a private plane.

Kingo takes your hand. “They never really leave you, do they?”

“No.”

“I’ve been lucky to meet so many cool and amazing people. I think of them, from time to time.”

You look over at Kingo, “you love this planet.”

“It’s my home.” He smiles, thinking back fondly of the milena he’d spent here, eyes wet.

“We’re lucky to have you-and all your bollywood dance scenes.”

He laughs as the plane shakes with turbulence and you don’t know if it’s the wind or the Emergence. It wasn’t a terrible way to die, here with a friend.

Squeezing your hand, Kingo adds, “you think you’ll be reincarnated as a Lumia?”

You roll your eyes as the plane shakes.

“Or Kree? Can’t forget about-”

“Not helping.” You frown. "Do you think there's more out there? More wolrds with Eternals and deviants?" More eternals who didn't know the truth?

Space had become so much more tangible since The Avengers. Since the Guardians. You looked up at the stars and wondered.

"Probably," Kingo nods, unconcerned.

But you were concerned. You'd had choice taken from you before due to societal norms, due to your position as a slave, as a woman. Didn't those worlds deserve the truth too? Didn't the Eternals deserve more than to carry out Arishem's wishes for millions of years, their minds wiped away like they were nothing better than a phone defaulted to factory settings? Wasn't Thena proof that more lingered inspite of Arishem's meddling?

"Let's survive this first."

You nod, "can't exactly weather this storm in a bunker." There had been no safe place from Thanos' Snap.

Kingo chuckles. “Thank you.”

“Yeah well,” you smile softly, “it’s not so bad, being your friend.”

**

notes: there will be an epilogue bc this chapter got SO long. sprite is so jealous of nathan growing up its insane but also its like the first time shes had humans who know what she is and accept her. reader going w kingo was really an excuse to bow out of the fight ngl. it might've gone the same was as the movie, mb not.

#a rose by any other name #druig x y/n #druig x reader #druig x you #me trying to finish all my wips challenge #rewatched the movie and ah i love eternals sm

[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.

-

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

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #makkari x druig #eternals #fanfic #background sersi x dane #kingo is very dramatic

[jupitersmoon167]

So it’s been a week since I’ve posted my Khonshu/Marc/Steven x Eternal!Reader idea (seen here), and my mind has been wandering, crafting scenarios surrounding this idea. And I thought, why not share? Especially since a lot of people seem to like this idea.

I would like to note once again that these ideas are free for anyone to write about, I’m not planning on writing anything about this (at the moment at least), so if anyone wants to write a Moon Knight fanfic involving an Eternal!Reader, go ahead! I highly encourage it!

Moving on to my additional thoughts:

So after the reader reveals herself to Marc/Steven (how does Jake factor into this I’m just realizing?) after the deviant attack, and when she reveals her purpose for being on Earth and her past relationship with Khonshu, how would the Moon boys react?

I’d imagine they’d both be angry, Marc more so than Steven (at least in my mind). They’d question whether or not their relationship with the reader was genuine, or if they were just being used as a means to see Khonshu? And there’s the fact that she isn’t from Earth, and that she’s a being more than 7,000 years old sent by some cosmic power to protect humanity and helped shape the history of the planet, while at the same time not interfering with the atrocities committed by humans. So I’d imagine they’d be quite angry with the reader. She of course tries to explain this to them, but a fight breaks out (the Moon boys aren’t as understanding as Dane), and harsh words are thrown at the reader (by Marc, Steven is mostly quiet).

And then she has to go.

“Marc, Steven, I need to take care of this.”

Marc laughs humorlessly. “Of course you do.”

“Marc-” she sighs.

“No, you know what? Go. Take care of your ‘mission’, or whatever the hell it is that you were sent here to do, and leave.”

“……I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“No, do both me and Steven a favor and never talk to us again.”

So the reader goes with Sersi, Sprite, and Ikaris to find the others. And as they progress along, she calls them when she can (they never pick up the phone) and leaves messages telling them about her journey.

“Hey, just landed in the States. We’re headed to Ajak’s place, I’ll call you when we get to her house.”

“Hey, um, so we got to Ajak’s. She……got attacked by a deviant and is…………Anyway, we’re flying back out again, probably going to find Kingo. Let me know if you get this, we’re in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not getting any service.”

“So, I’m realizing that you’re both probably ignoring me. Which is totally fair, believe me. I should’ve told you guys the truth from the start, and I regret not doing that. But regardless, I’m going to keep sending you updates. Though you’re most likely not going to listen to them anyway. We’re heading to Australia to get Gilgamesh and Thena. I’ll be sure to update you on our progress soon…….I miss you, both of you.”

“Hey, sorry I haven’t called in a bit, things have been…..hectic. A lot of bombshells have been dropped and things just got much more complicated. I don’t want to bore you with the details, I’ll uh….tell you both all about it when I come back. Hey uh, when’s the last time you called you’re dad?”

“Screw the theatrics, I don’t even know if you’re even going to get this. We’re in the middle of the god damn Amazon, because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. He’s a stubborn bastard, but if we’re gonna pull this off we need him. I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when he’ll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-”

“We were attacked by deviants, Gilgamesh is dead……..he died protecting Thena. I’ve lost two of my family members in the span of a few days, and my friend is giving me the silent treatment. Are we even friends anymore? I know you said not to talk to you guys again, but frankly, I don’t know what I would do without you two.”

“……..I think this might be the last time I call you. I get it, I’ll stop contacting you. I just……I guess I was hoping that we could put this behind us and move on. But that’s obviously not gonna happen, is it? And frankly, I don’t blame you guys for ignoring me, you both have every right to hate and despise me. Just……yeah. Have a good life you two.”

“I know I said you wouldn’t hear from me ever again, but I just have to say this before the world is inevitably blown apart by a newborn celestial. I love you both, so so much. I just wish I got to tell you that in person, and not over the phone when I’m heading towards a live volcano to put a celestial to sleep. Regardless, I just wanted to let you two know. I’ll see you when this is all over, that is if you even want to see me. And if we don’t fail, and Ikaris doesn’t kill us. I probably should’ve mentioned that previously-”

It’s past 5am when I’m writing this, and I’m shit at writing dialogue (especially about feelings), but I just wanted to get this out before I fell asleep. If some of what I’ve described isn’t coherent, let me know, and I’ll discuss it further in length when I’ve gotten some shuteye 😂

I also wanted to add this kicker. I’d imagine it’s when Marc/Steven try to call the reader after (finally) hearing all the messages she left (it only took until they saw the Celestial emerge from the ocean on tv to hear them), only to get hit with this when they try to call her.

“We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or that is no longer in service…..”

So…..do with that as you will 😈

Once again, anyone is free to write anything regarding what I’ve given out. As long as I get a shoutout, I’m content with anyone taking what I’ve said and writing their own story.

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