A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover
summary: After witnessing the aftermath of a murder one night after work, you also witness the presence of a god... a god who had supposedly left earth centuries ago, after a rogue killing spree that ended an empire. Only this god let you walk away... alive but marked by his god magic. With the help of your best friend, the two of you attempt to track down him down and understand more of the mark permanently inked in gold on your skin... and also to confront him about the murder of course.
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Teaser / Prologue
Part 1 - Jan 1, 2024
Part 2 - Jan 13, 2024
Part 3- Jan 21, 2024
Part 4? Undecided how many parts this will actually be lol
Note: happy holiday tumblr besties! I plan to make a full return to writing after the new year... starting where it all began: my baby Druig. I hope you guys enjoy this dark Druig fic, I'm going to post a teaser soon to hold you over! The idea for this struck just randomly and I knew I had to turn it into a story. Ive been working on it for a few months now, and finally feel ready to share it with everyone <3
In the mean time, my asks and my requests are always open!
*I am kind of using mob and gang interchangeably here
Note: hi. I’ve crept out of my hibernation hole to repost this fic after some edits. This is the only fic I’m motivated to finish at the moment. I will also be turning it into a fantasy gang type book with OC’s on my Wattpad that are inspired by the Eternals gang. If you're interested for that version to be posted here too, let me know! :)
warnings: 18+ | Language, violence, descriptions of gore, mentions of SA and physical assault, drugging. This is a dark fic, so dark topics will be mentioned and discussed.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics <3
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The Rosaris. The most popular and elite club in the city ran by Genesis Rose- who was arguably the scariest gang leader in the state… and also happened to be your boss. He was a filthy man with one hell of a rap sheet. Murder, money laundering, prostitution, trafficking, you name it, he’s done it- or made someone else do it for him.
At surface level the Rosaris was a fancy and elegant club. One you had to be on the list to get into. No exceptions. Underneath, however, the Rosaris was a scary and torturous place, filled with drugs, sex, and booze. Only the elite of the elites got access to the Underground; they were vetted and initiated through a series of challenges. If they could handle it all, rather, if they made it out alive, they were granted access. Genesis only hired the best of the best strippers, prostitutes and bartenders- all women, all sexy and desirous- as a reward for the initiation process.
You were one of them… no, you were more than that. You were Genesis’ favorite, his go-to when he had too much whiskey or when he closed a huge deal, dragging another filthy elite into the club’s inner ring.
Thalia was his other favorite. She quickly became your best friend, taking you under her wing when Genesis declared you the best of the rest.
“Just do what they say honey bunny, there’s no use in fightin’ back. Don’t let your status fool you into gettin’ cocky- you’re still nothin’ more than a piece of ass to them.” She warned you, her southern accent present while she swiped bright red lipstick on her bottom lip. You looked down, scared of what was to become of you.
Genesis had found you on the streets. You had been kicked out of your apartment, and your ex left you battered and bruised on the sidewalk when Genesis had knelt above you. The streetlights illuminated around him, making him appear angelic; you thought he was your savior. What a stupid idea. His sinister smile was mistaken for kindness, something you would come to beat yourself up over for a long time.
He had you drugged, before Kingston- his right hand man- grabbed your limp body and threw you in the car that transported you to The Rosaris Underground- where Genesis’ office resided.
You had awoken with duct tape on your mouth, your wrists and ankles bound together, your clothes stripped off and torn. That’s when Thalia came in. She had a pitiful look on her face as she untied you.
“I’m so sorry honey,” she had whispered, trying to delicately rip the tape off of your mouth. She draped a blanket around you, and then led you to the girls’ changing room that Genesis was nice enough to give the girls.
Thalia helped you get dressed into the outfit Genesis had picked out for you. It was all red and all lace, exposing almost everything. Small strips of fabric covered your nipples and cunt, but it didn’t do much good. As you had looked around the room, you realized you were the only one in red. You thought it was just an initiation thing, to let everyone know you were the new girl. Instead, it was just because Genesis thought you would look sexy in it- and he was right. You were easily the sexiest one there, trumping all the girls below you. In any other circumstance- in any normal circumstance- you would have felt elevated, confident. Instead, it just terrified you more. You were highly requested by the elites in the club, which made Genesis very jealous.
That’s how you became his favorite. You spent most of your nights with Thalia up in his office with his men, servicing them how they pleased. This was how you met him.
Druig- the city’s drug dealer. He had his own empire, the Aeternus. He wasn’t the leader, but he was a fundamental part of their success- he was where the money was at. Everyone wanted drugs- not just the elites. His business went farther than the others, bringing in the most money. He worked closely with Genesis, bringing him only the best of the best.
You had been working for Genesis for a year before you finally, officially, met Druig. His dark black hair was a stark contrast against his pale face and gray eyes. He always wore a leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of black combat boots. You had seen him pass through the office multiple times, but tonight… Tonight was different.
“Druig, my boy!” Genesis chuckled, grabbing Druigs cheeks in between his two hands. “What did ya bring me?”
“You don’t even want to know, Genesis.” Druig smirked, dropping off two duffel bags that were filled to the brim with various antidotes.
“I want to introduce you to my newer favorite girl, as a thank you,” Genesis said, motioning for you to come over. You got off of the lap you were sitting on- Daniel, one of the famous politicians- and walked over to Genesis. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tightly.
“This is Y/N. She’s been up here for about a year now, and hasn’t had any complaints yet. Go ‘head, try her out,'' Genesis gave you a little push in Druig’s direction.
“Ah, Genesis, you know I can’t.”
“I insist.” His tone was demanding, and Druig knew he wasn’t going to let this go. He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you near him.
“I know you like to do your business privately, you can use the room,” Genesis said, pointing to a door off in the distance.
Druig thanked him, before leading you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered once he knew you both were out of earshot. “We’re just going to go in for a few minutes and come back out. I’ll leave you a glowing review,” he smirked, as he pushed you gently into the room. He flicked the lights on, illuminating the cramped space you both stood in. You made your way to the bed and sat down, while he sat in the chair across from you.
You sighed as you fell on the bed, your whole body aching from exhaustion. Druig watched you closely as you closed your eyes.
“Feels good to just rest,” you whispered. Something in Druig’s chest burned as he heard your voice, an ache awakening deep inside of him.
“You must work a lot since you’re one of Genesis’ favorites,” he said.
“Yeah, the only pro of that is you’re less likely to be assaulted- well anymore then usual that is,” you muttered, rubbing your face with your hands, careful not to mess with your eye makeup. Druig stiffened in his chair as your words hit him.
“What did you just say?” He asked, standing up. You snapped your eyes open, fearing you said too much.
“Fuck, I’m so stupid. Please don’t say anything, please, I’m begging you.” You shot up, kneeling in front of him. God why did you have to speak! If Genesis knew you spilled about the filth that had gone on down here, if you had actually confirmed it, the repercussions would be insurmountable.
“I’m not going to hurt you… or let you get hurt. I just want to know what you said.” He placed a hand on the side of your cheek. You resisted the urge to lean into him. The last time you mistook someone's kindness, you ended up here.
But something inside of you urged you to tell him the truth. To tell him that by the end of the night you were sexually assaulted at least once, physically assaulted at least four times. That you, for some god forsaken reason, were treated ten times worse than Thalia- probably because she could hold her own, unlike you.
You fought the urge and instead of speaking you just undid the red lace corset you wore, letting it fall to the floor. Your chest was bare before him, but you didn’t care. Somehow, deep in your mind, you knew you could trust him. His eyes trailed over your skin, over the bruises, scars, and blood stains from earlier tonight. You had a deep scar across your lower belly, where it looked like you had been cut open before.
Druig’s hand had begun to shake with rage as you slowly turned, exposing your back to him. Red scars all over, the result of being whipped repeatedly, mostly for pleasure… some for punishment.
He snapped.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, his voice so low and deep you barely heard him.
“I… I can’t even tell you. It’s been so many people,” you broke, the tears began to flow. He knelt down, drawing you to him, petting your head as he had calmed you down. You weren’t sure why you just confided in him. It was as if some supernatural pull had calmed you, told you it was okay. That he was okay.
“Put this back on,” he whispered, handing you the red corset. You nodded and did as he said. He turned to face the door, prepared to knock it down and beat the shit out of Genesis and his men.
“Follow me,” he reached for your hand, helping you up. He led you out the door, back into the room.
“How did you like her?” Genesis asked, a smirk on his face.
“Too well,” Druig smirked, trying to play coy. “Think I could take her home with me?”
“Ah, now you know the rules my boy. She stays here,” Genesis clasped a firm hand on Druig’s shoulder.
“Alright, how much?” Genesis laughed. The idea of being paid for made you tremendously uncomfortable. You attempted to let go of Drugs' hand; he just squeezed it harder.
“Not for sale.” The tension was rising, and Druig looked around the room. The various men were now standing, facing Druig, their hands positioned questionably on their hips. Druig wasn’t dumb, he knew they were all holding on to some sort of weapon. He counted them, there were five total. Five against one? He could manage that.
“I’m going to give you one last opportunity,” Druig muttered, giving Genesis a psychotic smile, “or I will kill everyone in here.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Genesis laughed. His laugh was cut short, however, as Druig threw a punch in his direction, hitting his face just right. His cheekbone was easily shattered, causing him to grunt in pain.
The four men in the room charged at Druig, some drawing guns, others drawing knives. You shrunk back into the corner, watching in amazement as Druig took them out one by one. Blood covered the windows and the walls. Shouts were heard in the distance, and you knew that someone had saw. You raced to the door, shoving the heavy dead bolt through the lock just in time. The guards pounded on the other side, each thud making you flinch slightly as you backed away.
The grunts behind you came to a stop, as Druig knocked out the last of the men. It was Daniel. Taking his knife to Daniel's neck, he sliced it open in one quick movement, blood splattered the carpet, and Druig’s already stained clothes, as he let Daniel fall to the ground. You covered your mouth in horror at the carnage before you: bloodied bodies everywhere, brain matter and other bodily gore painting the walls, the carpet.
A low grunt caused you to turn around. It was Genesis. Druig hadn’t killed him, and he wasn’t going to.
“Let this be a lesson. I get what I want, when I want it. No one can tell me otherwise. You got it?” Druig asked, kneeling over Genesis, knife in hand.
“You bitch,” Genesis whispered, spitting in Druig’s face. Druig laughed psychotically. There was no stopping him as he stabbed his knife in Genesis’s cheek, dragging it down before pulling it out. He wiped the blood on Genesis’ shirt, before turning to you.
You were shaking, your mouth hanging open, hand poised in the air just under it. You could not believe the horror in front of you; there was so much blood.
“You’re safe now,” Druig said, shoving his knife back into the waistband of his black jeans. He had blood splattered all over his hands and his face. You slowly backed away from him, now utterly terrified at the only man who has ever killed for you.
“I promise I will never hurt you. I will, however, hurt anyone who ever touches you again.” He said slowly, as he made his way towards you. Your back hit the wall, Druig’s body towering in front of you.
He lifted a finger, trailing it along your hairline, before pushing hair out of your face. You were trembling, tears filling your eyes as you turned your head away from him.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” he whispered. “You have to trust me.”
The same feeling from before washed over you, as you turned to face him. His gray eyes now had golden specks in them, as he caressed your cheek.
“I trust you,” you whispered, unaware you were even speaking until you heard your voice, disembodied in the air.
“Good, because that door is about to break down. We have to get out of here.” He pointed to the door you had locked. At some point, you had managed to drown out the sound of the guards pounding away at it. You saw the lock bending with each bang.
“There’s a back door over here, it leads to the loading docks.” You whispered, pointing to one of the doors on the northern wall. Druig nodded, following your lead as you climbed the stairs that led to your safety.
Shouts begin to fill the stairwell as the door to Genesis’ office broke down. Panic set in, causing you to attempt go up the stairs faster. You tripped, your heels betraying you and breaking. Druig caught you by your hips, steadying you as you took your heels off, throwing them down.
Suddenly, a bullet flew past your ear ricocheting off the railing. You screamed and Druig’s grip on your waist tightened.
“Go,” he yelled, pushing you up. You continued going as fast as you could, thinking he was behind you. When you reached the door at the top you threw it open.
“Just through here… Druig?” He was nowhere to be seen. Looking down the empty stairwell instilled a fear deep in your bones. You began to hyperventilate, panic setting in once again as you realized the stairwell was eerily silent. Tears fell over the brim of your eyes as you sank down against the wall. Fuck, when Genesis finds you it's all over. He’d probably torture you in more ways than you could count, holding you up in the dark room you had spent too many nights in, where you lost your sanity more than once.
You heard heavy footsteps climbing up the stair, and your sobs got harder, messier, as your fate was about to be set in motion. Your body shook uncontrollably, as you covered your face with your arm, trying to control the sobs.
“Shhh, y/n, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Druig whispered, rushing to your side. The relief you felt was almost euphoric as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him.
“Shh, it’s okay, but we have to go now,” he said sternly, trying to help you stand up. By this point, your legs were like jello, unable to move.
“Come on y/n, we have to go, we don’t have time for this.” He was more stern now, trying to reign in his annoyance at you not moving.
“I-I can’t Druig.” You sobbed, gripping tightly onto his arm.
“For fucks sake,” he muttered, snaking his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you up. “You have to tell me where to go though babe. I have no idea.”
“Turn right,” you said weakly. Druig did as you said, carrying your traumatized body through the dimly lit corridors.
“Left.”
“Another Left.”
“Through those doors,” you directed him, trying to keep your eyes open long enough to guide him. When he finally reached the loading dock doors, he threw them open stepping out into the night.
A blacked out SUV sat outside, the backdoor already open. Druig carefully helped you in, before sliding in next to you. You settled in, laying down on the seat, your head on his lap. You were too terrified to move. You had no idea who this man was, or what he belonged to. If he was doing business with Genesis, it probably wasn’t good. Had you just replaced one hell with another?
“Took you long enough- WHY are you covered in blood?” A feminine voice yelled, causing you to flinch.
“Lighten up Sersi, it’s not my blood.”
A short girl sat in the driver seat, speeding off.
“Who’s the girl?” She signed, turning to briefly look in the backseat at you.
“Y/N. She’ll be joining us.” Druig said, resting an arm on your body.
“Is she okay?” Sersi whispered, turning in the seat to face you.
“I think so. Just shaken up. It was a bloodbath,” Druig muttered, shaking his head.
“Did you kill him?” Makkari signed.
“No, but I left him somethin’ to remember me by.”
“Druig you didn’t…”
Druig smiled proudly, thinking of the deep gash he left in Genesis’ face.
“Shit, Druig! That was not a part of the plan.” The girl in the passenger seat- Sersi- yelled.
“Neither was rescuing her, so looks like it’s improv night. Hey, did Gilgamesh cook dinner?” Druig asked, quickly changing the subject as he felt your body tremble under his arm.
“No.”
“What the fuck.Thats like his only job. Can we stop and get some food then? I’m starving. How about you, y/n? Are ya hungry?” You merely nodded your head, too scared to speak.
“Druig we can’t stop anywhere with you looking like that.” Sersi said.
“Just go through the drive through.”
Sersi rolled her eyes as Makkari smiled, already pulling into a McDonald's parking lot.
***
You woke hours later, a thick black comforter wrapped tightly around your body. It was soft, something you weren’t used to. Every joint in your body ached from the night before. Memories before began to flash in your mind, You groaned, rolling over in the bed to bury your face in the pillow.
“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly spoke beside you, startling you. It was the girl from the car. She had long black hair, half of it tied back while the other half fell over her shoulder.
“Like shit,” you muttered, moving to sit up in bed. You noticed her right arm was covered in intricate tattoos- at least the part you could see under her three quarter length sleeve.
“Do you want me to get you something for the pain?” She asked, moving over so you had room to sit.
“That would be great, thank you…” you paused, realizing that you couldn’t remember her name.
“Sersi,” she smiled, getting up and walking to the adjacent bathroom.
She grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet, pulling two tablets out before putting the bottle back.
“Here, it’s just Advil but it should help,” she said, handing you the two little white pills. There was a glass of water on the nightstand next to you that you grabbed to wash the pills down with. “We have stronger stuff if you need it, but I figure this is a good start.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, analyzing her kindness. She hadn’t offered you actual drugs... a stark contrast to the copious amounts of narcotics handed out daily at the Roasaris.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Sersi yelled. You winced, your head still splitting. She gave you an apologetic look as the door opened. It was Druig. He stepped in, his eyes darting right to you. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your makeup smeared down your face. His face softened as he took your appearance in.
“Sersi, why don’t you help her shower.” He said, looking at her.
“I was about to ask her if I could help her before you knocked.”
You tensed up, suddenly aware that you must look ridiculous. You blushed, looking down. The awkward tension was somehow even worse than the previous events of last night. You heard the door open before shutting again.
“Let me go grab some towels and a fresh change of clothes, then I’ll help you get in the shower- if you’re okay with that,” she said gently. You nodded, bringing your knees to your chest while you waited on Sersi.
A single tear fell from your eye as you finished reflecting on the previous night. You felt a mixture of gratefulness and fear as you curled up in the bed waiting for your much needed shower. What if Genesis found you again…? You didn’t even want to think about what he would do to you.
“You ready?” Sersi asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You nodded, before carefully getting up and following her to the shower.
request: the "morning, noon and night she is who I care about" quote from the crown but in Eternals.
warnings/au: Ikaris and Sersi never being a thing, druig x reader (main), ikaris x reader (minor), full on quotes from the temple scene, full on quotes from said crown scene, some usage of Y/N however she is not actually in the latter half of this only spoken about, 2.1k words
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Patting the soil down gently, golden circles spun around her wrists till the soil shone gently like a warm sunset. The shadows of night behind her cast dramatically against the late afternoon sun. But this was no welcoming of the moon, nor the signs of an eclipse. Leaning back onto her feet, wiping the dripping sweat from her brow. Behind her was none other than Ikaris.
“What have you made for them this time?” His rich voice asked, a tinge of amusement under his words.
Her hand glasped within his, tugging him to kneel with her, “The soil here is so wonderous, its as if it was begging for all this”
Together, they look up over the landscape. Trees rich with fruits dangling from their branches, rows and rows of various vegetables just waiting to be picked. Lush, green leaves hung over the edges, providing a relief from the burn of the sun. Ikaris however, did not gaze out upon the world that she had created but her.
“Oh right, what I’m making here. I was talking with Phastos and I actually tried to multi-task with this one” She excitedly rambled.
The wet soil, where the glow had gone and laid nothing but the tufts of emerald leaves. Her hands dug into the soil and produced a red vegetable. A darker red-purple towards the leaves, melting down to the brighter red tip at the end.
A voice broke out from across the edge of the crops. Y/ N’s face lit up with glee, Ikaris’? Dismay. There stood Druig, a stark white cloth in hand that blew in the breeze. Before he could grab tighter, her hand left his as she ran towards him- red fruit in hand. Ikaris stayed as she giddily ran towards one of the fires. Something about fabrics and dyeing them washed out of Ikaris’s mind till her could no longer hear her. The only sight within him was of Druig’s hand gliding over her waist, his fingers teasingly squeezing against her flesh. Turning back towards him, Druig and Ikaris shared a look no friends would possess.
It had been a couple of centuries since that moment had been burned into Ikaris’s subconscious. Every time he saw a pink cloth, swaddling a babe or wrapped around shoulders, it burned in their minds. Ikari’s saw the beginning of his rivalry with his fellow Eternal; Druig saw the red beet against Y/N’s as she celebrated her experiments success and she saw the start of her talents blossoming into more than just a source of energy and nourishment.
The fires burned around them. Her shoulders hung lower and lower every time she heard one of their screams. The coolness of each tear pulled her attention away from the tension building at the temple. Horses seemed to gallop, faster and faster, louder and louder than each scream before she realised they were not real but within her.
“No” She shouted.
Ajak’s hand stilled against Athena’s chest, her gaze slowly turning towards the more typically relaxed Eternal.
“This is wrong, Ajak. This is Thena we’re talking about” Nervously laughing, Y/N looked around for support. Her eyes first caught with Ikaris’ whose face stiffen as he made a stride towards her. The fires rage reflected off the watery gleam in her eyes, almost making hers glow like Druigs. Their similarity poured gasoline on the fire of his resentment for the Eternal. For it stuck knives in his adoration for her. For the jewel of the Amazonian River, the wondrous Y/N.
“Y/N’s right” Druig’s voice echoed off the temples walls, his eyes staring down Y/N’s before turning back to Ajak, “Why should she trust you?”
“You’re asking her to let you erase who she is”
Y/N felt Ikaris turn towards her as leaves and grass began to nudge at their feet. She couldn’t help it though. All these centuries gone, Ajak was like a mother to her. A protector of mind and spirit. But now, between them in the ash-filled air was nothing. No bond connecting them. It had been severed by her lack of emotion and heart.
“Druig, I know you’re upset-”
“UPSET?”
Thorns pricked against Ikaris’ ankles at the deafening slience amongst them. His hand reached for Y/N’s whose own did not cooperate. Many nights when deviants attacked, when her strength had not been enough, Ikaris was there to protect her. Ikaris, not Druig, the one who she relaxed at the sight at in battle; the one who slayed every beast in his path to get to her. But when he looked at her, he did not see the girl who flocked to him in protection, but the girl who gave Druig errands and followed him around anyway. The fires rage now did not seem to be a teary reflection but her own. In not speaking up, Ikaris had buried his chances.
“We’ve trusted you for seven thousand years and look where thats got’n us”
Tensions crept higher up her skin, watching as Ajak stepped tauntingly towards him. Storms raged within her stomach, clawing their way up her body, burning her as if she were a mortal who ate bad fruit.
“I’ve watched humans destroy each other when I could stop it all in a heartbeat”
Tears burned her skin as they fell silently along her face. Ikaris’s hands willed themselves to freeze, wanting nothing more than to wipe them away. He could see her hands trembling, features stiffening as she watched the encounter before them. Thorns overtook the once lush and inviting greenery under the feet for barbed vines and anger dried them out.
Quieter, “Do you know what that does to someone after centuries?”
“Could our mission ‘ave been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world, huh?”
As he looked around his comrades, his family, Druigs eyes finished on Y/N’s. His face stiffen at her face wet with tears. The thorns amongst Ikaris’s feet were beginning to spread to Ajak’s and the others. But not to him. Not to Druig.
She watched him turn around, lit up by the burning and the screaming of the people below. A small whimper escaped her lips, a lifetime of suffocated tears sneaking out at the edge of her resolve. Before Ikaris could grab her, Y/N scrambled closer to Druig. A single flower sprouting from the crack in the walls in the gap between them.
She turned towards Ajak, unknown to Y/N’s bubbling rage, “We’re just like the soldiers down there, pawns to their leaders”
Ajak looked briefly between Druig and her before resting her eyes on Y/N. No love, no amusement or pride. It felt like stab wounds seeing her mother figure not even attempt to soothe their pain.
“Blinded by loyalty, it ends now” Druigs voice rang true the cracks in the Eternals bonds. Severed into pieces. His eyes shone like the sunrise over the sea, as the screaming became quieter and quieter.
Ikaris dashed forward, pushing Druig towards the wall. His other hand landing against the flower, shielding her.
“Let them go”
“You’re going to ‘ave to make me” Druigs eyes stared down Ikaris.
The flower twisted and grew under Ikaris’ palm. A gentle touch replaced with a ring of brambles, vines and sharp torns around his wrist. With glowing palms and a flick, they tightened around him till he cried out. Pearly red blood dripped from his wrist.
“Stop” Ajak shouted.
Not at Druig or at Ikaris’s brash behaviour. But at her. With rage and clenched fists. The thorns died away from his wrist, but the holes in his wrist did not. No injury by another Eternal could ever be fully healed. Ikaris turned towards her, not the only set of eyes. The once fun, light and hopeful Eternal scorched red by anger was not the energy of the family. But the blood of it, spilled or kept, her reputation tarnished.
“If you want to stop me, you’re going to ‘ave to kill me” Druig announced.
Not a moment, not a whisper was broken out from them. Their truths needed no voice. Druig began to decline from the temple. As she always did, Y/N followed him down.
“Don’t” Ikaris warned.
She turned around, no more tears dampening her cheeks. Shoulders no longer caving in, looking for her protector. She gave him one last look. He couldn’t read her. Couldn’t decipher her emotion. No leaves or brambles beneath her feet to spoil it. But instead, dust and stones shook from the ceiling temple as a large trunk wrapped around it, pausing briefly before the entryway. Ikaris’s eyes shone. Fists clenching. In a brief moment of love, she stopped to smile at Ikaris, before stopping the trunk in it’s path.
That was the last time in centuries that any of the Eternals had seen Druig or Y/N. They went away, with golden-eyed mortals into the forest, away from prying, Eternal eyes.
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Lush green trees standing tall, clean air filling their noses and a cool breeze washing away the humidity. As the Eternals walked closer, small houses of strong wood stood proudly. Alpaca’s grazing on fine, healthy hay. Children and people greeted them on their way, not a qualm of resistant or threat among them. Ikaris’s eyes fell to the rows of crops before him. So you had not left him, not once these past centuries. The ring of scars on his wrist reminded him of that night. He wanted nothing but forget the blissful memories the two of you had shared. The scars nothing but a reminder of the person you once were, the person you were to Ikaris. All but dead to him.
A chill settled in the air, sticking to them tightly. No response from the lush landscape around them however. Maybe you had left Druig after all.
“Hello Sprite” The villagers mused.
Bad news was shed without a mention of her. No sight or sound to be seen within the yellow and blue walls of the settlement that Druig invited them into.
"We need your help Druig" Sersi spoke out, watching Druig pace the room, "we need Y/N too"
The Eternals pace stalled at your name. A name he hears every minute of every day, in the whispers of the breeze and in the froth of the river. Ikaris had stiffened by the wall. He did not want her involved. Not for the love he once possessed but the sheer distaste centuries had brewed for her. She was no longer a welcome part of the Eternals. If he chose, they'd be leaving Earth without her.
"No" Druig stepped to Sersi, watching her stay seated with a slight smirk, "I will not be helping and neither will she"
He began to make his way to the doors, hands clasped behind his back as if they were yours. He wanted nothing more than to see the Eternals away, take you within him and wash any memory of this from the community.
"He's right, we may need Druig but we don't need Y/N" Ikaris leaned up, stalking towards the doors, "You can leave her behind"
Druig stopped to face the other Eternal, tensions sizzling between them. The day he saw her face would be a day too soon. The two of them were yin and yang for their dear botanical Eternal. If Druig did see her, it wouldn't be soon enough.
"All 'ese years, while you've been biding your time, making movies and whatnot" Druig sneered, "I have been caring for those deeply affected by the selfishness of others"
"Who are you referring to?" Phastos spoke for what Druig believed the first time since arriving.
"Y/N"
A smug smirk creased itself onto Ikaris' face, a no doubt common fixture upon the stubble. The face of it disgusted Druig.
"Why would I care about her when all we care about is you?"
Sersi stood at this, her palm gently flexed by her side. Air stilled in the settlement, heat rising amongst them. The thought of destroying the other consumed them, devious images of blood and destruction dancing between them.
"Because I care about her! 'orning, noon and night I care about her and you hurt her and if you hurt her, you hurt me. She is who I want that is where my loyalties lie that is who my priority is!"
Ikaris' eyes glowed, a slight hover beneath his feet, "Not your family? Not those wanting to save your little hypnosis group?"
Druig took a long look amongst the group. The way they continued to side with him. Unwavering, unspeaking troop that should have spoke up. Should have tried to fight with him. With her.
"I refuse to be blamed any longer for this grotesque misalliance"
The cracks in their group were severed deeper. None of them were brave enough to break the two apart. Centuries of tension bubbled between them, biting and scorching those who got too close. Druig finally pulled away, looking at Sersi one last time.
Summary: How long can a grudge truly last? Your return to earth leaves you emotionally confused as you reconnect with your fellow Eternals. As the Emergence comes, you discover who you truly are, what your true purpose is in the universe. Can you handle it?| Druig x fem!eternals! reader
Notes: I apologize this took so long, but I hope the length makes up for it <3 | Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: Character death, brief mentions of suicide | Movie Inaccuracies cuz im low-key tired of going back and rewatching scenes 7 times to get it perfectly right :(
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The air in the temple was tense as everyone eyed each other cautiously. The last time everyone in the room was together-- with the exception of Makkari and Ajak- they were discussing what to do with your body that laid limp on the marble slab next to Thena’s. Now you’re here, your heart beating, your blood racing through your veins.
Everyone shifted uncomfortably, as you and Druig stared each other down. His gaze was still harsh, convinced you had left him in the dark on purpose. You just stared blankly, unsure how to feel. You were numb, yet angry. Angry at Druig for what he did to your people, angry at Druig for the way he wouldn’t even listen to you.
“Druig…” Sersi finally said, just bareilly above a whisper. When Druig didn’t answer, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t want to say his name again, fearing she’d only fuel the fire that was raging silently in the room right now.
“Well, what are ya waiting for,” Druig snapped, impatiently.
“Ajak… she’s… she’s dead. The Deviants are back, only it's just one, and it's able to adapt to our powers. We think it took Ajak’s healing ability before killing her.”
A beat passed before Druig finally responded, tearing his gaze away from you.
“You’ve given me a lot of bad news in one go, me lady. First, the once love of my life returns, alive, with the ones who betrayed her, and now this news about a Deviant able to evolutionize in seconds…” You grimaced at the word ‘once’. Was that really how he felt?
“Will you help us?” Sersi asked, her voice full of hope. Druig stood from where he was leaning on the table in the front, and began pacing around.
“Do you remember this forest? It was the last place we were all together- dead or alive,” he looked at you, his words full of venom. “I have protected these people for 20 generations. From both, the outside world and from themselves.” He was now standing before Kingo and Karun, smirking as he stared down Karun.
“Your kind will be responsible for your own destruction one day. Don’t ya think?” Druig asked, trying to bait him.
“I think we must learn from our mistakes, so we can do better,” Karun answered, his voice echoing off the temple walls. He wasn’t scared. He should have been. This angered Druig. His eyes glowed that golden color of cosmic powers and in the next moment, Karun was throwing his camera against the wall.
“Oh no you didn’t. Okay, new rule, no possessing people’s valets,” Kingo said, standing up and moving directly in front of Druig.
“Where is your sense of humor, Kingo?”
“You are not a god, you know that right?” Kingo sneered, not backing down.
“How ironic… Kingo, the movie sta-”
“Druig! Enough,” you shouted, trying to stop this before it turned into a pissing contest between the two. The sound of your voice stopped him dead in his tracks, turning to face you again. He slowly moved until he was now in front of you, trying his best to be intimidating. You held your breath as his scent filled your nose.
“Don’t talk to me,” his voice was low, and cold. It brought tears to your eyes, which he noticed, but you straightened up.
“This is serious, Druig.” Sersi said firmly. “ I was waiting until I had everyone together, but I have enough of you now I think I can just tell you…” she said. She told them of what happened when she discovered Ajak’s body. Of the things Arishem told her, the fact that they were never here to protect the humans, only to aid in the existence of the emergence.
“So, Druig, please. All of you… we have to figure this out.” She finished, looking to everyone, but especially to Druig. He was the one that could make or break this mission- his power was especially useful.
“I’ve just been told that I’ve been sent on a suicide mission for the last seven thousand years,” he paused and turned to you, “and that most of that existence has been a lie. So excuse me for not giving a fuck about your plan at the moment,” he finished, turning and heading out of the temple.
“Druig fucking sucks,” Kingo said. You just looked at him, before turning to leave as well.
You went out of the temple in search of Druig- you had to sort this out. A building next to the temple caught your eye. In the window was a vase of dragonsnaps and another of Marigolds- the flowers that were etched into your headpiece. When you looked around, you didn’t notice a vase in any of the other windows, so you made your way up to the door.
Slowly opening it, you halted at the threshold. It opened into a living room, adorned in all of your favorite colors and all the things the villagers had made you over the centuries. The entire hut was a temple dedicated to you. When you moved further in, you noticed a bedroom in the back corner. As you moved closer , you eyed something draped over the bed. It was the hand woven blanket that one of the village moms had made you. It brought a tear to your eye, knowing that Druig still had all of this to remember you.
“What are you doing here?” Druig asked, making you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in. His voice was laced with venom still.
“Druig, stop, please,” you whispered. “Stop the hostility. You haven’t even given me a chance to explain myself-”
“Well go on then!” Druig interrupted, yelling at you. You closed your mouth, completely over the way he was treating you.
“Stop yelling at me!” You responded back. “Gods, Druig, this is madness! Why are you so rude!”
“Why? Why am I rude? I don’t know, y/n, why do you think?! I watched you die, and here you are-”
“Yea! Here I am! You should be happy to see I’m alive, that I’m here!”
“Yea, only after a couple THOUSAND YEARS!” Druig scoffed. He was in your face now, absolutely livid that you couldn’t understand why he was upset.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” You sneered back. He wasn’t expecting your voice to be laced with as much venom as he had in his. It made him stumble back a few steps. You pushed past him and headed to the door.
“Y/N- wait,” his voice was shaking.
He was about to say more, but a familiar growl interrupted him. It rumbled through the woods, vibrating the windows next to you.
“Oh no,” you whispered, flinging the door open, and booking it down to the middle of the grounds, where Sersi, Sprite, Kingo and Ikaris were standing.
“Did you hear that?” You asked. They nodded, preparing to fight whatever was heading towards them. Druig was following behind you, taking his stance next to your side– just like before. You tried to act like you didn’t notice. Thena and Gilgamesh were missing, but otherwise, everyone was there… waiting.
The trees ahead of you shook, and you knelt down to feel the vibrations running through the ground.
“It’s getting closer. Druig, you need to get everyone out of here.” You said, motioning to the helpless humans aimlessly working, not noticing the sounds in the distance.
“They can fight,” Druig responded. He lifted his arm, his eyes going golden. Suddenly, the villagers stopped what they were doing, and picked up the nearest shotgun to them. Druig had them line up, ready to attack.
“Are you serious Druig?! Get them out of here!” You shouted. “This is unbelievable,” you whispered under your breath as he just shook his head.
Suddenly, a screech echoed through the woods, and a Deviant with wings flew down, snatching Ikaris by the shoulders. Sersi yelled out, but you knew he could handle his own. You turned, anticipating where the next one would come.
“I thought you said there was only one?” Druig asked.
“There was only one… until now,” you said. This changed Druigs tone tremendously.
“Everyone! To the river, now!” He yelled to the villagers, who took their guns and ran. Druig snatched one from one of them, cocking it and aiming it towards the woods.
A small Deviant came from the side, but with one blast of lightning, you cut it down. Druig was shocked, but not surprised. Clearly you had worked on your control. Another small Deviant came out from the left, and Druig claimed this one, shooting at it twice before running up its back and shooting it in the head.
You hated to admit how hot it was to see him with a gun, his muscles flexed in the sleeveless sweater he wore. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted though. Kingo and Sprite took on two more Deviants that came out.
There was an electrical charge in the air. You sensed it. Something bigger was coming, something stronger… the One from before. As you let the Eternals take on the smaller ones, you decided to muster all of the elements you could- something Loki taught you to do.
Reaching your arms out to the east and west, you lifted your head to the north, and stood on your tiptoes for your toes to face the south. Muttering a chant under your breath, you began to levitate, the golden cosmic energy swirling around you. Druig was the first to notice, as he dropped a Deviant he just killed.
“Woah,” he whispered. This caught everyone else’s attention. No one knew you could do this.
In your head you pictured the elements rising. Rocks began to levitate off the ground, sticks and water droplets as well. They all rose to be level with you, before moving to point into an arrow directly in front of you. Flashes began to play in your head of the leader of the Deviants. You saw a name written out: Kro, and then you saw it. It was just about to be at the edge of the woods. You manipulated the elements to form a long stick, sharp enough at the end to penetrate its skin, and then you waited. Just as it made its way to the clearing of the woods, you sent a gust of wind with it. It pierced it right in the chest, but it wasn’t enough.
While you were still levitating, you summoned a lightning storm. Your eyes glowed golden as the golden cosmic energy flowed around you still. Lightning began to strike from the sky, setting the trees on fire next to it, causing them to fall on it. As that happened, Kingo blasted it with his energy bolts, and Ikaris returned, beaming it as well from higher up.
Only this wasn’t enough either. The power wasn’t just penetrating Kro, it was flowing through him. He was adapting your powers. A vision flashed in your mind of lightning being sent your way and you ducked. It struck the workshop behind you.
Kro cut its connection with you, and sent a large stone hurling your way. It struck you, and you fell to the ground with a scream.
It was the same scream Druig heard every night in his dreams. Rushing to your side, he moved the stone off of you.
“Y/n, oh god, no,” he whispered, seeing blood pool under your clothes on your chest. PTSD began to bubble up. It was in these same woods he lost you once, and now he was going to lose you again. Your chest was sunken in from the stone, and he could see the color drain from your face.
“Elixir… pocket…” you breathed out. Druig reached into the pocket of your pants and pulled out a shiny, dark green vile. He popped it open, and held it to your lips. Within seconds your chest rose to its natural place, no longer dented from the large stone.
“What… what was that?” Druig asked, as he helped you sit up.
“A healing elixir that Loki helped me make.”
Druig pulled you tightly into a hug, the fear of almost losing you again was too much for him to continue holding his grudge. It no longer mattered to him why you weren’t here all these years. You were here now, and that’s what mattered more to him. Your heart was beating, and he could hear it. You were alive.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. His voice broke; he was crying. You hugged him back tighter.
“I hate to interrupt this moment- but we could really use your help here!” Kingo shouted, making the two of you pull away from each other. Druig was still in shock, he sat back watching the events unfold in front of him. Sersi had just come to from being knocked out. Kingo and Sprite were shoved off into a building, and Ikaris was now being held down by the Deviants hand. Kro was gone.
Sersi got up, and went after the Deviant holding Ikaris down. It got off of Ikaris, and went after Sersi, pushing her into the water of the walled pool that stood in the center. WIthin the next second, water droplets splashed up from the water and a tree made from Deviant flesh stood in the middle, limbs sprouting in all different directions. The water then fell, drenching everyone.
“How did you do that?” Ikaris asked, but before Sersi could answer, their attention was drawn to you. You were levitating again, attempting to find Kro. He was further in the woods with Gilgamesh and Thena.
“Gilgamesh. Woods. Now!” You shouted. Without questioning it, everyone took off to help Gilgamesh fight off Kro.
The woods were dark as you moved through them. It was eerie familiar, and you had to push down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside. As if Druig could sense your discomfort with being in these woods again, he reached out and softly grabbed your hand. All felt right in the world again to have him by your side.
But that all got tossed to the side when you heard a scream up ahead. It was Gilgamesh. The two of you broke out in a run, catching up to where the others were. You gasped at the sight before you.
Kro had struck Gilgamesh down, and fled after realizing their true purpose on earth with the emergence. It turns out Arishem left everyone in the dark.
Gilgamesh lay lifeless on the forest floor, gaping wounds glittering in the faint moon light. He had sacrificed himself to save the love of his life.
“No…” Thena whispered, as she processed what she just saw. She kneeled next to Gilgamesh, resting her head on his chest.
“Right when we lose Ajak too…” Ikaris whispered to Sersi. You shot him a glare, still suspicious of him.
“Wait, y/n, what about the elixir?” Druig asked, a little too loudly. Everyone’s heads snapped to you.
“I… I only had one on me. I could try and make it real fast, but I don’t know how long after… you know, death it works…” you trailed off, hurt that you didn’t think to snag 2.
“No, it’s okay. Gilgamesh was a natural man, he wouldn’t have wanted to be brought back after death.” Thena responded callously, before breaking down into tears.
An all too familiar feeling ran through Druig. These woods were cursed to him and, now, to Thena. The place she once took someone's life, she now lost her love. The parallel was gut-wrenchingly obvious to everyone in the circle they now made around Thena and Gilgamesh. No one said anything while Thena sobbed over him.
The feelings of deja vu became too much for Druig, as he stood watching his fellow eternal mourn the one they loved dearly. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away.
Not now, you mouthed. You didn’t want to rub in Thena’s face that you came back, when Gilgamesh never will. Druig tensed up. He needed your comfort right now.
“We need to hold a funeral,” Thena spoke up suddenly.
“Of course,” Sersi whispered. “Shall we do it at the lake again?”
“That would be nice,” Thena answered.
Everyone dispersed to grab materials for the pyre to build. Druig went to grab an accelerant, while Ikaris and Sprite went to cut some wood. Kingo and Sersi went to find some leaves to twine the wood together, before Druig pointed out that they had some rope in a warehouse.
“We’re not that uncivilized,” Druig smirked.
You decided to hang back with Thena. While the rift between the two of you wasn’t fixed, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave her side. You knelt next to her, and placed your hands on the dirt floor.
“Do you know if he had a favorite flower… or plant?” You whispered. Thena gave you a confused look until she saw your hands.
“Wolfsbane was a favorite of his, along with lilies,” she finally answered. She watched carefully as your hands began to glow. Patches of wolfsbane and lilies began to shoot up through the dirt.
“Do you think that is enough, or should we make some more?”
Thena’s face softened at your kindness. She appreciated the use of ‘we’ as if she was honestly helping you magically grow flowers from the ground. Especially with the tension between the two of you.
“I think we should do some more,” you answered, and began to make more. But you were stopped by Thena’s hand on top of yours.
“Thank you.”
You didn’t know what to say. Anything you could think of seemed lacking given the grave circumstances. Instead, you offered her a warm smile.
After everything was prepared, Ikaris, Druig and Kingo helped carry Gilgamesh down to the pyre, setting him on top before lighting it. The wooden planks were decorated with the flowers you grew, and the leaves Sersi and Kingo gathered before Druig showed them the rope.
Nothing but the roar of the fire filled the night sky. Thena held her head up high. Even when sad and mourning, she still looked effortlessly graceful; you envied her for it. As Gilgamesh’s body burned, Ikaris and Kingo pushed the pyre into the water, watching respectfully as it floated down the river.
You placed a comforting hand on Thena’s shoulder, before turning and heading back up the hill. You wanted to give her her space before his body disappeared around the curve. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea, besides Druig. He hung back with Thena, the memories too consuming to leave her alone.
“How did you move on, after y/n’s death?” You heard Thena ask. You hung back behind a tree to listen for his answer.
“I’m not sure. Clearly, I didn't do very well. I enslaved the people she loved to keep her memory alive. I don’t recommend that though,” Druig snickered, turning to face Thena.
“I just didn’t let my love for her die. I kept it ignited all these years. It was hard, sure. Some days I thought about endin’ it all, in this river actually, to join her back home. But I couldn’t leave these people leader-less, so I stayed. Now I’m glad I did, but I know that this fortune won’t come to everyone.” Druig answered. Thena’s face softened as she took in his answer.
“How do you think I could keep his love alive?” Thena asked, genuinely. She was lost on what to do.
“Just by being the Thena he loved.” His answer brought a tear to her eye. She nodded her head, and he swung an arm around her shoulder.
“You’re gonna be alright, Thena. You’re gonna be just fine,” Druig comforted. She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. She was grateful for the kindness he was showing her.
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