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dragon-kazansky · 3 years ago

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Minds alike | Druig

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Requested by anon

Avenger!Reader

Westview. Distorted. Another reality within this one. Whomever had done this had great power. You could take a good guess, but you wanted confirmation.

If it was Wanda, you wanted to reach out and help her. If not, you may need to take another approach, because if it wasn't Wanda doing this, you would have to investigate further.

That's why you had done some digging before hand. Finding him was a complete fluke really. You had needed help regarding someone with the power to control minds, and someone came forth. They showed the way to to help... in the middle of the Amazon.

Druig. That's what he said his name was. At first he ha don interesting helping you. He knew who you were, an Avenger, and he swore to keep away, but you needed him.

His power was different to Wanda's. He could solely take control of a mind without bringing them harm. People didn't even really realise most of the time he was in control of them. They didn't feel it.

Wanda, however, was hurting people. She didn't have a grasp on them the way she thought she did.

They were in pain.

"She's in there?"

You turn to see Druig walking up to you.

"I hope so."

"You mean you don't know?" He asks, looking at you with a furrowed brow. Were you just pulling him along for nothing? Druig had been sure your plea was honest. It's why he came here with you.

"I don't have proper confirmation. They aren't saying anything to me," you nod toward the camp that been set up. S.W.O.R.D. They were dealing with this.

"Actually, we can tell you."

You turn around fully to see three people looking at you. You recognize them.

"Woo?"

"The one and only," he smiles at you.

"You know?" You ask.

Darcy is the one to respond. "Yeah, it's Wanda. She's in there."

"I need to go in."

"You're crazy," Druig says from beside you. You look at him with a slight glare.

"We can help," Woo tells you.

Druig thinks you're insane for wanting to go into something you don't fully understand. He also thinks he would be insane to let you go alone, so he begrudgingly suits up and goes with you.

It's only because of Druig going with you that you're unaffected by Wanda's hold on the town.

"Do you even know where you're going?" He asks you, following you as you march further into town.

"I'll find her. I need to talk to her. She's my friend."

Druig sighs and takes hold of your shoulder, pulling you back. He makes you stop and face him.

"And if she fights you on this?"

You glare at him.

"Then let her. She's heartbroken. She's alone. Let her take her anger out on me. I just need to talk to her. You get these people out," you fire at him. "That's why I asked you here, for them."

Druig looks into your eyes.

"And what? Leave you here with her?"

"This isn't about me. This is about what she's doing. These people are suffering. Save them."

"I'm not suppose to interfere, y'know?" He smirks ever so slightly.

You return the look, "do it for me?"

Did you have any idea the hold you had sd on him? The moment you walked into his home and demanded his help, he was smitten.

"Please," you whisper.

You didn't even say that when you came to him. You had just demanded he helped you save some people.

"Alright."

He agrees, but he doesn't like. The idea of leaving you in potentially dangerous situation didn't sit right with him. There was something telling him that things would go very wrong here.

You walk onward, finding yourself in the town square. That's where they're fighting. Wanda and another witch. They were mid battle.

You turn to Druig.

"Do your thing, I'll do mine."

He doesn't get a chance to respond to that before you're running off toward the fight. Druig swears under his breath, but keeps to his word.

Wanda sees the people of Westview walking away together. She's confused. They're all leaving the area. That's not what she wanted.

Her eyes land on Druig, and then on you running toward her.

"Y/N?"

"Wanda!"

She uses one hand to keep Agatha under her control, turning to you so she could ask her many questions.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"I came to see you. What are you doing? Wanda, this is wrong. You're breaking reality."

She shakes her head.

"I have Vision... and my boys."

"Wanda..."

"Who's he?" Her eyes leave yours to look at Druig. "Your boyfriend?"

You shake your head.

"He's my friend. I asked him to help."

Her eyes return to you.

"We don't need help."

You can see how angry Wanda is. You hoped for a better welcome, but you weren't. Wanda didn't want you here. Using her other hand, she fired up to fight you.

Druig broke his mind control once he was certain people were out of harm's way, and saw what was happening. His heart dropped at the prospect of you being hurt. He takes off in your direction, focusing hard to use his powers on Wanda.

Wanda is strong.

She's blocking him, pushing him from her mind. Druig holds her long enough to get to you. His arms around you, he drags you out of the way. He releases Wanda from his mind and the witch misses with her intended attack.

Wanda wouldn't hurt you, not badly. She just wanted to stop you.

Agatha is free from her bonds thanks to Druig and takes her leave. She smiles as she goes knowing Wanda was tapping into that power on her own. She would come back for her later.

You look up at Druig, brow furrowed. He isn't looking at you. He's glaring at Wanda.

"Druig!"

"You need to stop," he snarls toward Wanda, letting you go. He takes slow steps toward her.

Wanda glares back. She raises a hand, ready for a fight.

Druig's eyes glow gold again. He's trying to grasp onto her again.

You rush over an stand between them. You glare at him.

"Druig!"

He stops and looks at you with his bright blue eyes. He looks apologetic. You're angry with him and he doesn't liked it.

"Wanda. Let them go. You can't stay here."

Wanda shakes her head and tears begin to fall.

"Vision..."

"Has lived the best life he could because he had you with him. You have to let him go. You're hurting people. Heroes don't hurt people, Wanda. Be a hero."

She cries. You run forth and take her into your arms. She falls against you.

Druig stands there and watches.

He was ready to fight for you, but the view in front of him reminded him of the good people have. The good you have. You were the good in humanity.

"I'm sorry," she whispers against your shoulder. You soothe her.

Wanda takes some time to gather herself. She was lost and alone. You knew when Vision and the boys arrived, it was time to let her go. Wanda thanked you before going with her family. She would let them go peacefully.

You stand there and watch them go.

Druig walks over to you and stands beside you.

"She would have hurt you."

You say nothing as walk away from him. Druig is quick to catch up and stop you one more. He looks you in the eye.

"Do you not care that she could have brought you harm?" He asks.

You reach for his hands and hold them.

"I care that she gets help. I care that Wanda finds peace after all the loss she has suffered. Thank you helping by getting everyone out. You can go back home now."

Druig shakes his head.

"I'm sticking around a while."

"Why?" You ask. "I don't have anything else for you to do."

Druig smiles at you.

"I have something for you, though."

"Oh?" You look at him curiously.

Druig says nothing, but he does hold your hand as he drags you away. He won't answer any of your questions, but he does smile smugly at you.

Druig wasn't ready to let you go. He has spent far too long watching the Avengers from distance, now it was time to know up close and personal, and maybe do something about his racing heart.

You were so cool today, and he was impressed. Humanity really held a lot of power when it came down to it.

#druig #druig x reader #eternals x reader #eternals #marvel

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years ago

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The Kamar-Taj: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mentions of pain and torture. Mentions of murder. Slight mentions of spoilers from MoM. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 2706 words.

Summary: You all need answers in regards to the Scarlet Apprentice, but who will find them first?

A/N: Part 9 of ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’. I have added some elements from MoM, though they’re not direct spoilers I just want to highlight that they’re included. I hope you all enjoy!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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The Kamar-Taj: The Scarlet Apprentice-

With timid footsteps, you make your way downstairs into Agatha’s kitchen area.

She makes a point to wear her purple robes, mainly to signify the power she possess- a warning to you that with one wrong move, she could perish you in an instant.

She slowly turns around, with the wretched Darkhold in her hand; studying it. It sends a pang of anger through you to see her holding it with such interest. In your mind, that belongs to Wanda, the real powerful member in all of this- it should be her right to claim it.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear a sharp snap of the pages closing, Agatha lifting her gaze towards you.

“Oh no Hon, you’re not wearing that, it’s just not suitable!” Agatha scolds you.

You look at her in confusion, before looking down at yourself to inspect your ‘unsuitable’ attire- a plain black t-shirt, and a pair of ripped denim jeans.

“I don’t see a problem with what I am wearing, Agatha.” You challenge her.

“Oh sweetheart, of course you won’t see the problem. It’s a good job I’m here to help you along.” Agatha shoves the Darkhold into your hands as she makes her way to a door located near the main staircase in her house.

“Why have you given me this?” You don’t even want to hold the Darkhold, all it’s brought you is pain and suffering. You’d much rather see it destroyed.

“Dear, you are the only person to have seen what’s on the page of the missing artefact, concerning ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’, I need to see those scribes. You’re going to help me find them through the power of the Darkhold we currently possess.” Agatha explains as she slowly turns the doorknob.

You look down in shame, hating that you’re being put in this position, “What if I don’t want to help you, what if I refuse?” You’re absolutely terrified of Agatha and the power she has over you, yet your love and concern for Wanda gives you that little bit of strength needed to question Agatha, to protest against her.

Yes, you have the power of the Scarlet Apprentice, but this is Agatha Harkness we’re talking about here- she’s insidious.

“Buttercup, you don’t want to find out what will happen if you say no to me, now conjure your suit and meet me in the basement.” Agatha sends you a chilling glare as she pulls open the door and walks down the eerie set of stairs.

“Suit? What suit?” You question, you only have your everyday clothes with you.

“Oh and I would much prefer it if the ‘Apprentice’ side of you came down here and not the nervous ‘y/n’ you hide behind, it will make my job a lot easier!” Agatha shouts from her basement.

Ahh, that ‘suit’, over the last few days, Agatha has taught you minor techniques to switch between yourself and the Apprentice. With a roll of your eyes and a sigh of annoyance; you close your eyes and wave your hand over yourself, summoning your blue, Scarlet Apprentice suit- similar to that of Wanda’s. It’s not much, but it does the job in displaying your role in all of this.

With a secure clutch of the Darkhold, you walk down the stairs, dreading to see what Agatha has in store for you.

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“Are you sure we can trust her, Strange?” Wong asks for what seems to be the millionth time since Wanda joined their meeting.

Wanda looks away in embarrassment, if Wong cannot trust her, why would anyone else. She’s about to leave, when Stephen speaks up.

“Wong, whether you trust her or not, Wanda is our only hope to stop Agatha from unleashing complete chaos-“ Wong raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t forget to mention her little pet, they are just as dangerous- well if not more.” Wong glances over at Wanda, seemingly trying to gauge a reaction out of her.

“Wong, I apologise for my actions, I hope, in time I can prove to you that I mean no harm to you, or anyone. I just want y/n back, so we can live together in peace; in happiness.” Tears spring to Wanda’s eyes, heartfelt words leave her system.

Wong is about to speak when Stephen puts his hand up- silencing him completely.

“In order for this to work, we need to work together. Now, I can’t agree to any form of a plan if you two cannot even be in the same room as each other without sniping constantly. For the sake of the safety of those around us, can you both put aside what has happened over the last few weeks and work together enough for us to find some answers?” Stephen looks between Wanda and Wong, hoping that his words are at least being absorbed one way or the other.

“I’m willing to do so if Wong is,” Wanda sticks out her hand for Wong to shake.

With an exaggerated eye roll and a heavy sigh, he briefly shakes Wanda’s hand, “Just don’t make me regret this Strange”.

“I wouldn’t even dream of it, Wong.” Stephen smacks his hands together and rubs them rapidly, “Okay, we need a plan, does anyone have any ideas?”

Stephen is met with silence.

“Okay, we’re off to a great start. Wanda, is there anything you can tell us in concern with the Darkhold? Is there anything else like it?”

Wanda takes a moment to think, “In terms of version, there’s only one book- including the page dedicated to the Apprentice. Though, rumours are circulating that the book isn’t the only item that harvests the scribes”.

Wong and Stephen look at each other curiously, “What are you implying?”

“Well, we can still fight back with the teachings of the Darkhold, even though Agatha has the physical version, maybe we can find something else as a backup.”

Wong takes a moment to interrupt, “Wanda, what exactly is Agatha’s intention with the Darkhold?”

Wanda releases a nervous breath, “She believes that if y/n and herself can unlock the power of the Darkhold, they will become a new version of the Scarlet Witch and the Scarlet Apprentice”.

Stephen tilts his head in confusion, “Hold on, that would mean she would be practically re-writing destinies. Surely she cannot do that alone?”

“She won’t be, y/n saw the scribes on the lost artefact in the Temple, they can project them in a way that can be interpreted. Together they can follow the castings and teachings and unleash unimaginable power across the Multiverse,” Wanda clarifies.

“Do we need outside help? Variants perhaps?” Wong moves towards Wanda, eager for an answer.

“No, oh no, we cannot involve anything like that. It will be too risky, dangerous even”. Wanda looks towards Stephen, hoping he’ll back up her concerns.

“What if we could do a little projecting of our own,” Wanda and Wong furrow their eyebrows, “What if, we can summon an answer, a guide. Somewhere we can go to find something to use against Agatha”.

Wanda’s eyes widened, “Wait, there’s a sacred place, dedicated to the Apprentice, I wanted to take y/n there once we had collected the artefact. If we can find it, we will be able to seek the scribes Agatha is looking for.”

Stephen rubs his hand across his face, “Wanda, only y/n can read the scribes as the Apprentice, also who’s to say they won’t just tell Agatha what she needs to know”.

Wanda briefly closes her eyes, centering herself, “Stephen, this is our only lead. If we can stop the Darkhold’s teaching from being complete, we can stop them both from changing everything. I know y/n will do all they can to stop that, not just for themselves, but for us, like you said, they’re still in there somewhere; it’s not just the Apprentice”.

Wong shifts in his place, “I don’t normally condone the use of Sorcerer Magic for Multiversal benefits but if the worst comes to worst, we can summon a variant of y/n and hope they can protect the scribes”.

Stephen snaps his gaze to Wong, “Hold on, you can’t seriously be suggesting this, that is way out of line Wong. It’s not just dangerous, it’s madness! We don’t know what repercussions could arise from that”.

“It’s the best chance we’ve got, and I… trust Wanda to make the correct judgement”. Wanda gives Wong an appreciative smile.

Stephen shakes his head, standing up and displaying his hands on his hips, “Can we even locate this ‘Sacred place’?”

“We’ll need to go to the Kamar-Taj, that is the place we are most likely to find our answers,” Wong states.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Pack up folks, we’ve got scribes to find”.

With that, Wanda, Stephen and Wong make their way to the Kamar-Taj, hoping with all their might that they’re one step ahead of you and Agatha in retrieving and protecting the Scarlet Apprentice’s teachings and prophecy from being misused.

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With every step you take closer into Agatha’s basement, your heart rate picks up to a frightening pace.

You take extra care when walking down each step; there’s no light, it’s just pitch black. You carefully use your free hand to touch against the wall to the side of you. You cringe at the almost damp texture, but it’s the best guide you have in order of not falling down the staircase.

After a couple more steps, you see a gentle glow, allowing you to pick up your pace as more comes into view.

“Come on Hon, I haven’t got all day.” Agatha’s voice booms through the basement, making you question how big it is.

Finally, you make it through to an open area. You freeze in your spot as you take in the scene before you.

It’s nothing like you imagined, the walls are formed of stone, not compared to the brickwork and wooden panels upstairs. Each pillar is lined in questionable vines, this place looks like it’s been here for centuries. How long has Agatha been doing this exactly?

“It’s quite the spot, huh. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve cast a lot of impressive enchantments here. Oh, including when I took your sweet Wanda hostage, such a shame that didn’t work out, she would have fit nicely into my collection,” Agatha says absentmindedly as she places several candles in a circular form, leaving the centre free of light.

You tense your jaw at the mention of Wanda, “I thought we weren’t to mention her again?”.

Agatha fails to conceal an amused smirk, “Awww toots, did I strike a nerve. Poor y/n misses her little-“ Agatha’s words are put to a halt when she feels an unforgiving force around her neck.

Her eyes shoot to your form; glowing in a majestic blue, your hand raised up in front of you to focus your powers on Agatha.

“I’ll warn you once, and once only. If you ever use Wanda to mock me, or even rile me up again; you will be buried under this basement, quicker than you can say, ‘hiya hon’. Do you understand me?” You harden your gaze, allowing the confidence of the Apprentice to take over.

Agatha gives a struggled nod; allowing you to cast away your hold. She drops to the ground, gasping for air; coughing.

“Now, what’s with the get up, why have you brought me to this… dungeon dare I say it.” You question as you slowly stride around the room, noticing minor details.

Agatha rubs at her throat, relaxing the strain that holds itself there, “I knew I should have put those runes back up, toots, you’ve got some nerve- '' One glance from you is all it takes for Agatha to drop her argument.

With an exaggerated breath, she takes a stand, directing your attention to the candles, “Listen, I’m not going to sugar coat it, I need your help to gather the information in regards to you. I think we both know, I am the most worthy of becoming the next Scarlet Witch. I mean come on, look at Wanda, she had the chance to be something great, and she used it to make breakfast for dinner.”

You look over at the candle arrangement, curious to how this fits into her schemes, “I don’t understand, I thought only Wanda could be the Scarlet Witch?”

“In some ways, she is supposed to be the Scarlet Witch, by name. I just want the power. Just imagine what we could do, side by side, with great power. We’d be unstoppable. I mean, don’t you want to use that power to understand your past?” Your eyes shoot to Agatha, fear crossing your features.

“Oh Hon, those late night screams give away all the details I need to know that you have a troubled past, that or a severe case of ‘Mommy issues’”. Agatha walks behind you and places her hands on your shoulders, guiding you to the middle of her arrangement.

Suddenly, the Darkhold in your hands burns incredibly hot, causing you to throw it to the ground.

The scorching, torturous pain spreads through your body, causing you to crash to your knees and clutch the sides of your head; screaming.

“Y/n? Y/n, what is happening?!” Agatha rushes to your side, attempting to assess the damage- though she cannot see anything, no mark, no injury.

She looks over to the Darkhold, it’s glowing blindingly, causing her to squint. She can barely make out the colours, she’s convinced she sees a Scarlet red, battling a cosmic blue, but other than that, a white hue takes over.

Then it stops glowing, causing you to collapse to the ground, reeling for air.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You look towards Agatha with a murderous gaze, causing her to back away slightly.

“It’s them, they’re after the Scarlet Apprentice scribes,” You push yourself up with the little force you have, Agatha rushes to pick you up; steadying you.

“How do you know?” Agatha asks worriedly, knowing her plan is in trepidation.

“I saw it, they’re heading to their temple,” You push Agatha away, stepping over the ring of candles.

“I need you to stop them, they can’t get to those scribes before us.” Agatha commands.

“Just tell me what needs doing, and I’ll do it,” Agatha smiles at your willingness to protect, knowing she’s about to get everything she’s always wanted.

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“Could we not have just made a portal to the Karmar-Taj, why do we have to walk most of the way?” Wong says frustratedly.

“You know why, I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to our magic patterns. The less Agatha and y/n knows, the better.” Stephen explains as they make their way closer to the temple.

“How much longer, Strange?” Wanda asks as Stephen grabs her hand to assist her up the rocky surface.

“Not far, it’s truly beautiful Wanda, you’re going to love it.” Stephen guides Wanda in front of him as he casts his glance back, searching for any unwanted followers.

As he walks forwards he bumps into Wanda, curious as to why she’s stopped. He looks over at Wong and registers the despair in his features.

“Wong, what is it-“ He climbs to the highest peaks, just outside of the temple. His heart shatters at the scene in front of him- all of his fellow Sorcerer’s, brutally murdered, obliterated.

Wanda lets out a gentle sob, causing her to place her hand over her mouth. Tears cascade down her face at the massacre in front of her.

“Stephen-“ Wong barely whispers.

“They knew, they figured out we’d come here for answers.” Stephen says bitterly.

He turns to look at Wanda, anger channelling through him, “This time, I don’t know if I can be as forgiving.”

He walks forward to inspect the damage caused by what he can only assume to be yours and Agatha’s influence.

Wanda looks towards Wong, giving a silent apology. He looks at her with tears lining his eyeline, he shakes his head slightly, and follows Stephen’s lead.

Wanda chokes on a few sobs, collapsing to her knees, she runs her fingers through the mud, attempting to ground herself and escape the possibility that you’ve been corrupted by the Darkhold forever.

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king-star · 3 years ago

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Let Me Play Among The Stars

Warning: None

Match: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Genre: Angst

Request: could you write something for Agatha x Reader? love your work!

A/N: it’s been a hot second since I wrote anything other than pure fluff. I’m really proud of this one

Warm soapy water lapped over your hands. The music in the background made your hips sway slightly. “ fly me to the moon-“ you let the music take you over completely and the words you knew so well spill from your lips. The stiff dress you had on swayed around your knees. You finished washing the last dish and set it on the drying rack. You hear the front door click open and close. “ hey Y/N! Just picked up a new record, and your player is better than mine. Mind if I give it a spin? “ Agnes your neighbor calls out to you. “ yeah for sure! I’m just finishing the dishes,” you hear the player scratch off. The silence was a little disturbing. You begin to put the already dry dishes away. You wait and no more music comes back on. “ Agatha,” you call out wondering what’s taking so long. Two arms reach around your waist and you scream in surprise. “ on second thought. I think we have some things to discuss,”

The days pass by quickly. Agnes- or Agatha was around almost every moment. When she had awoken you and told you everything you were terrified. At first Agathas powers terrified you. All the magic you had ever seen had torn your Universe in two. Not to mention Wandas magic had made you suffer like you never thought you would. All that grief you had felt when your family blipped away came rushing back. You had spent all this time under wandas control felling empty and endless suffering grief. Hey with one kiss to the temple and a small spark along your skin it was gone. Well not completely, there was still lingering grief, but Agatha has set you free. Then all those emotions you had felt for your funny, beautiful, loud, and powerful neighbor came to the forefront of your mind. Your crush on her no longer clouded by someone else’s grief, and when she leaned forward to place a hungry kiss on your lips you didn’t resist. You felt free,” but what about Ralph?” You pushes away looking her in the eyes, feeling an enormous cloud of guilt settle over you. “ oh honey, Ralph is as real as this world our little witch friend has created,” you smiled devilishly and leaned forward kissing her more aggressively. That night was a long one.

The two of you kept your relationship a secret. It was easy, with so many secrets to keep already it became second nature. After every encounter with Wanda the two of you were a giggling fit. Agatha showed you how fun it was to mess with her. Today Wanda had invited you on a picnic with the twins. Suspiciously, Vision didn’t show. Wanda seemed unfazed by this fact but the boys were uneasy. “ so how are things around the Maximoff household?” You asked curiously. Billy took a bite from the strawberry in his hand and tommy looked confused like at his twin. “ excuse me?” Her face feigned confusion but fire burned behind her eyes. “ how are things around the Maximoff house? That is your last name right?” Agatha dug her elbow in your side. “ tommy billy, moms thirsty. I need you to go get a drink from the convenience store,” the boys looked at each other and took the money slowly walking away. They obviously knew something was wrong, but they feared their mother. “ do I need to ask Agnes to leave as well?” You turned to your girlfriend looking for an answer. “ no I’m staying.” Agatha pushed you behind her. You felt a spark where she touched you, a feeling you associated with her magic. “ oh great. Now do you want to explain to me who you are and what your doing in my home?” Tears welled in your eyes. You were mortified. Agatha had admitted to you that she had no clue how powerful Wanda is and how things would turn out in an all out duel. “ we are just like everyone else Wanda. Trapped. We- we just woke up,” it was true for you, and maybe she would believe it. “ this might be true but one question. Who woke you up?” Her fingers twirled around a ball of red energy. You felt your body lift from the ground. Breathing became increasingly difficult. “ Agnes? Are you going to tell me?” Soemthing was off. This Wanda wasn’t the girl you had seen saving the world. The grief had consumed her, you understood the feeling. But would you do soemthing like this because of it? Agatha sat, her fists flexing. She was debating what to do. “ it was-“ she paused. This was the moment she decided if all this nights whispering in your ear how much she loved you meant anything. If her love for you surpassed her need to know. “ it was me wanda. I woke her up. But Wanda- I love her. Just let us be. Please,” there was no compassion behind her eyes. “ no. You are here to destroy my home, and I will protect it.” A jarring feeling flooded your chest. You flew until you hit the border. You could see Ellis Avenue a few feet from your body. Pain split your skull as pieces of you attempted to pull apart from the rest. As your body rewrote itself. You heard a scream of pure anguish. The feeling of calm that flooded you with every touch from Agatha permeated your skin once again. “ it’s ok my love. We will be ok.” A drop of tears splashed against your skin and your hands were once again in sudsy water. “ fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars-“ you whispered. Something felt off, and for some reason you knew Agnes was about to drop by for a visit.

(this was reposted from my old account)

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years ago

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Ocean and Alcohol Pt. 6 ✘JJ Maybank✘

Part One! Part Two! Part Three! Part Four! Part Five!

(gif not mine. all credit to rudypankows!)

Word Count - 4716 Warnings - Abandonment, verbal abuse, brief mention of sexual abuse, Synopsis - Hurricane Agatha hit and she hit hard. An old friend stops by with bad news and brings along some repressed memories. JJ shows up at your window just before a breakdown and invites you to a kegger at the boneyard with some very harsh news. A/N - I thought I should start making these a little bit shorter just for readability, so here we go, another short one! As with the last one, there are some pretty heavy themes here especially around the ideas of abandonment, so if those things are going to be triggering, please be cautious! I love you all and your health is the most important thing to me! I also, I decided the ending while writing this, and let’s just say, I’m very very excited. Thank you for your love and support and thank you for 100 followers!

“A storm’s coming,” Kid said, looking out your window. You looked up at him from your book He was looking dramatic, head resting against the wall, hands laced together in front of him. You knew he was planning a music video out in his head and you tried not to laugh. “It’s more than a storm, Kid,” you said with a sigh, turning the page despite not reading a single word on it. “It’s hurricane Agatha.” “Are we going to be okay?” He asked, eyes shifting away from the window and toward you. You nodded, eyebrows pinched together. “Of course we are, Kid,” you said. By his downcast eyes, you knew that he didn’t really believe you. You set your book down and patted the bed beside you. “Come here.” Kid scurried across the room and jumped up beside you onto the bed. A dull ache pulsed through you, the bruise on your side not yet fully healed. You put an arm around Kid. “We are going to be fine,” you said as firm as you could manage. “This house is well built, sturdy. In the morning, things might look a little haggard, but inside the house we will be perfectly safe.” As you said the words, you thought of all the houses you saw in the cut that were nothing more than shacks. Your heart tightened in your chest thinking about what might happen to them all. Maybe you could convince your dad to let you help in repairs once the storm was over. But you couldn’t think about that now. All that mattered was Kid and making sure that he was safe. Nothing else was more important. You had been mulling over how to get rich fast without your dad getting suspicious for nearly a week since you were thrown down the stairs. Any practical ideas had yet to pop into your head. Not that it mattered much. You were barely seventeen, almost a whole year until you could even vie for full custody of Kid. Still, your nerves ran wild with bad ideas. Become an escort. They get rich fast. But that would involve sex or at least something close to it and if you could barely let JJ touch you, how were you going to let a wrinkly old man that smelled like cigars even breathe anywhere near you? Join a strip club. Just dance, no touching. But there was no guarantee that would get you enough money. Get another job. You were already exhausted as it was, but getting another job was the only thing that made any logical sense to you. That meant less time with JJ and the Pogues, less time with Kid. What would you be sacrificing by getting a second job? Any chance at a real relationship with JJ, sure. But you would also be distancing yourself from the only family you had ever known. Was it worth it? Leaving Kid at the house even longer just so you could make more money? A few more fantastical ideas passed through your dreams; join a mob, become a high class thief, murder your dad in the middle of the night and inherit his money, marry fast and marry rich. You were ten times more inclined to kill your dad than marry any of the rich pricks that lived on Kildare Island, but still, murder was risky and you couldn’t chance getting put away and leaving Kid on his own. Even as you sat beside Kid now, all you could think about was getting him away from your dad. When rain started to pitter against your window, your heart lept at of your chest. Your dad wasn’t home yet and if the hurricane hit now…. Death by hurricane. That was a natural cause and it would still mean you could inherit the money. But you were too young. They would still put you both into foster care. When you first heard the knock at the window, you thought it was just the rain getting harder, but when it came again, your eyebrows pinched together. “JJ?” You stood from the bed, Kid curling his legs up to his chest. To your surprise, and abhorrence, JJ was sitting outside wearing his shorts, muscle t, and backward hat, as if a hurricane wasn’t less than an hour from reaching you. You threw the window open and dragged him inside. He was already soaked to the bone.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ran back to your bed to grab a few blankets. “I wanted to talk to you, but the phones are down,” he said, smiling despite the trembling in his body. “Phones are down already?” You threw the blankets around his shoulders, rubbing your hands up and down his arms in hopes of warming him up. “They shut ‘em off I think,” he said, walking in a small circle before sitting on the floor. “JJ, you have to get home. You’ll freeze to death out there.” “Kie drove me.” “Kiara’s out there?” You ran to the window. To your amazement, Kie’s car was in fact parked outside your window. You could barely see her through the rain, but you waved anyway. “Listen,” JJ said, standing. “We’re all going out on the Pogue tomorrow once Agatha moves on. You’re coming.”

“I can’t.” “Come on! There will be loads of fish and-” “JJ, I really can’t. Not when-” You glanced over at Kid, who was trying not to watch the two of you interact. “My dad will be staying home tomorrow and he’ll expect us to help him clean up whatever damage the storm does. There’s no way I’ll be able to sneak out unnoticed.” “I haven’t seen you in forever,” he said, putting a hand against your neck. “For a good reason.” He scowled his smile fading as he dropped his hand back against his side. “No, not….I just mean that I can’t be doing anything risky right now. Please, tell me you understand.” “Yeah, no, I understand.” He started to back toward the window. You ran a hand over your face, squeezing your eyes shut. “JJ-” “No, Ellie, I understand.” JJ pulled the blankets off of his shoulders and lay them over the back of a chair. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?” “Yeah.” JJ pulled the window open and crawled back out into the pouring rain. You stood in the middle of your room, face in your hands. “Are you not going because of me?” Kid asked. You looked up at him and shook your head. You walked over to Kid, feet shuffling on the floor. You knelt to the ground at his feet and took his hands in yours. “I’m not going because there is no way I can get away tomorrow. That’s all,” you said. “Okay?” “But I can cover you!” Kid said. “I can help-” “No, Kid!” You squeezed his hands, giving yourself a second to calm down. “Kid, you never have to cover for me, okay? If Dad ever asks where I am and you tell him.” “But we always come up with a plan.” “No more plans, Kid. If I am gone, you tell dad that I’m out with JJ, alright? You tell him that,” you said. “I don’t understand. Why?” “Because-” Because then he’ll want to kill me and not you. “Because it would be better for both of us. You never have to cover for me, Kid. My actions are my own. That means the consequences are mine, too.” Kid nodded his head slowly. It was clear to him that he still didn’t understand completely what you were saying, but that was good. You didn’t want him to. A crack of thunder startled both of you. Half a millisecond later, you saw the flash of lightning. You crawled back into your bed, holding Kid close to you. The wind beat against your house, rain pelting it from all sides. With every new thunderclap, you could feel Kid flinch beneath you. You squeezed your eyes tight, running your fingers through Kid’s hair in hopes to get him to fall asleep. The light above you flickered, sparked, and went out with a pop. Kid gasped, burying his face between your neck and the pillow. “Shh,” you whispered, rubbing his back as you looked at the lightbulb above. “You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

***

There was no power when you woke up. Checking your phone, there was no service. It wasn’t as if you expected there to be, but still, you had hoped. Kid was still asleep a few inches away from you. You had no idea what time it was, but from the position of the sun it couldn’t have been much later seven. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, yawning, and stretching your stiff muscles. You opened your door, peering out into the empty house. “Dad?” You called. You remembered that he hadn’t been home when you fell asleep. He could have very well died out there- “Down here!” Your heart plummeted. You peered over the railing down to the foyer. Your dad was surrounded by a sea of candles, none of them lit. “You wanna help me put these around?” You started down the stairs, the chill of the wood shocking your bare feet. As you rounded the bottom of the stairs, you saw that your dad was smiling. “Don’t you think this is overkill on the candles?” You asked. “The generators will be on soon and we won’t need them.” Your dad picked up one of the candles, admiring it for all its generic whiteness. “What else would we do with them?” “There are going to be people all over without power, especially in the cut. I think if I could just take some over-” Your dad stood suddenly and you took a few steps back, flinching. “I don’t want you on the south side of this island ever, Elma, do you understand me?” “Dad, there are people over that need help-” “No! All those people are lazy, useless people who do nothing but drag this island into the mud. They don’t deserve anything from us.” Your eyes began to swim with tears, chest heaving. “How can you say that?” You asked, breathless. “Mom always took care of those people when they needed help.” “Don’t bring up your mother right now.” “She would never have let those people go without light or food.” If you pushed hard enough you might just get him to listen to you. “You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?” Your dad sighed, looking down at the candles. “You’re right,” he said finally. He stepped over them and pulled you into an embrace. “I love that you’re always thinking of other people, Elma. Your mother would be so proud.” Your nose burned, lips trembling. It was hard to say that you missed the woman who abandoned you and Kid with the man that hurt you, but missing your mother felt like a different matter. In your mind, you could sometimes separate them. The woman who gave food the poor for no charge and stepped in between you and your father many times was not the same woman who forced you to get rid of your child and then left alone. When your dad finally let you go, he pressed his lips to your head. You tried to pretend it was a gentle and loving motion, but it didn’t stop your heart from pounding uncomfortably in your chest. “I’ll pack these into the car and take them to the cut. Get your brother up, will you? Start working on cleaning up outside.” “Sure, Dad,” you said, tucking your hands into your back pockets. “I love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, too, Dad.”

After helping your dad pack the candles into his car, you spent the next hour attempting to make Kid breakfast before he woke up. There were a few pancakes that you could salvage to take up to him. He was still asleep when you walked upstairs, the stack of pancakes in your hand. Instead of waking him, you left the pancakes on your desk and went back downstairs.

Stepping outside, you heaved out a heavy sigh. Agatha had really done her damage.

“Hell hath no fury,” you mumbled to yourself as you bent down to pick up some trash. After another hour, consisting of you picking through the damage and trying to figure out was salvageable, Kid came outside, fully dressed and ready for the day. “What can I do?” He asked, scanning the yard. “Just start by picking up trash, if you could. I think that’s the best place to start,” you said. “Okay.” Kid ran over to you, pulling on your arm, and kissed your cheek. “Thanks for the pancakes.”

You beamed.

“No problem, Kid.” He scampered off to get a trash bag. Shaking your head, you turned back to your work. By the time your dad returned, most of the smaller trash had been picked up and larger things that were no longer usable were in another pile. “Hey, Elma!” Your dad said as he climbed out of his car. “Yeah?” You stood up, wiping sweat from your forehead. “I just spoke to Ward Cameron. Do you remember Ms. Lana and Scooter?” Your dad asked, walking over to you with his hands on his hips. You nodded your head, pulling off your work gloves. “Course.” “Well, Scooter hasn’t been seen since yesterday.” “Scooter’s missing?” “Not missing,” your dad said, putting his hands up. “Just...they don’t know where he is. Ms. Lana is going to come over in a bit. I want you to have some food ready for her, make her comfortable, alright? Scooter was a good friend of mine, Elma, don’t mess this up.” No pressure. You walked back into the house and quickly changed out of your sweaty clothes into something cleaner. Heading back downstairs, you wondered what you could make that wouldn’t require cooking anything. Salad and sandwiches made the most sense to you. You could bring some out for Dad and Kid but also keep some inside for you and Ms. Lana. You also put on a pot of water for tea. You pulled the honey out of the cupboard and turned it over in your hands. You had never actually been allergic to honey. It was one of your favorite things, especially in tea. But when you came home after a heavy make-out session at a party that was supposed to be just a small slumber party with red and swollen lips, you had to make something up. Your mom had been mildly allergic to tea, and when she had it in her honey, it made her lips swell in a similar way. Ever since, you had to keep up the lie. Still, you drank honey in your tea when you could sneak it around your dad. You finished the sandwiches and brought two out for your brother and your dad, which they both took gratefully. Just before you went back inside, you saw Ms. Lana pull up in her car. You jogged over to her car as it rolled to a stop. She got out with a weak smile. “Ms. Lana.” “Hello, El, darling.” You pulled Ms. Lana into a hug. “Would you like to come inside? I just finished making lunch and some tea,” you offered. Ms. Lana gave you a watery smile and nodded her head. “Hi, Ms. Lana!” Kid shouted, waving his hand over his head.

“Hello, Ford,” Ms. Lana replied. A smile pulled at your lips. Kid had been in love with the movie actor Harrison Ford since he was little. He tried to get everyone to call him Ford, wanting to take after his idol, but Ms. Lana was the only one who actually did. Even today, it still made your brother grin. You were glad that Ms. Lana was still somehow able to make your brother happy. “Lana,” your dad said, walking over to her with a sympathetic look in his eyes that almost made you cringe. “Gerald,” she said, shaking his hand. “He’ll turn up,” your dad told her. Ms. Lana sniffed, nodding her head slowly. You reached out and linked your arm in hers. “Let’s get you some food,” you said. Having a conversation with Ms. Lana was always a special treat that you took advantage of when you could. Your dad and Scooter had been friends for a long while, but Ms. Lana and your mother had been even tighter. Whenever your dad said anything about the cut, Ms. Lana and Scooter were always excluded. They weren’t like the “others”. They were civilized. Or so your dad said.

But Ms. Lana held wisdom that you were always grateful to listen to. She understood you like very few others did. She could hear you screaming even when you said nothing. She didn’t know anything about how your father treated you or the true reason behind your mother’s departure, but she still cared. Sometimes, that was all you needed. Ms. Lana had you laughing after only a few sips of your tea. She was like the sun personified, light and laughter emulating from her with every word, every step. But for the past few months, that light had dimmed. The light she radiated was forced. You could feel it especially now. “How did finals go?” She asked. You smiled behind your teacup. “Ended with all A’s.” “That’s my girl!” Ms. Lana said, giving you a high five. “I know that you were stressed about that math class of yours.”

“Ugh, yeah, it was tough, but I did it.” “No cheating?” “Do I look like the kind of person who would cheat?” “You are your father’s daughter.” You hated what that insinuated. You took a large gulp of tea, letting the heat scald your throat. “So,” Ms. Lana said, tapping your knee with hers. “Have any boys caught your eye?” You coughed at the sudden question, the tea in your mouth spilling out back into your cup. “I’m sorry?” “I’m going to take that as a yes.” A mischievous smile graced Ms. Lana’s face. It was a real smile, a hint of true light shining through the darkness. You couldn’t take that away from her by shutting her question down. “You have to promise not to say anything to my dad,” you said, leaning forward. “You know how he is about boys.”

“Oh, a secret affair.” Ms. Lana raised an eyebrow and your face turned red. “I won’t say a word.” “Alright.” You leaned in a little bit closer, afraid of your voice carrying. “There is a boy that I have been sneaking out to see occasionally.” “What’s his name?” “Now, Ms. Lana, that is dangerous information. We could both get in a lot of trouble.” “I see. I understand.” Ms. Lana tapped the side of her nose with her finger. “But I’m going to take a wild guess here and say that he isn’t from this side of the island.”

Against your attempts to stay completely unphased, your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red. When Ms. Lana let out a knowing laugh, you tried to hide your red face in your palms, a laugh of your own escaping your lips.

“That’s very Romeo and Juliet of you, Miss El,” she said, taking a sip of her tea. “I hope it ends better than that,” you said, dropping your hands back into your lap. “Have no fear, my girl, I won’t say a word to your father.” Ms. Lana put a hand over yours. “And if you ever need a cover, you are more than welcome to use my name.”

You felt yourself smile, eyes watery. You leaned off of your chair, wrapping your arms around the woman’s neck. She startled for a moment, but then put an arm around your back. You tried not to sob into her shoulder right there and then. “I’ve got you, darling,” she whispered. “Thank you.” “What’s going on here?” You pulled away instantly at the sound of your father’s voice. You wiped away a small stray tear as Ms. Lana smiled up at your dad. “I just needed a hug,” Ms. Lana said. “I hope my daughter isn’t keeping you from eating anything,” your dad said, looking at the untouched sandwiches and salad bowls. “Nonsense, Gerald.” Ms. Lana waved her hand through the air. “Spending some girl time with El here was just what I needed to calm my nerves.” “That’s good to hear.” Ms. Lana sent you a knowing look as your father sat down. You tried to hide a smile. She left not much later with the sandwich wrapped in plastic and a tupperware of salad. “Are you sure I can’t give you more?” You asked as you helped her to the car. “Child, you have already done so much for me. This is enough,” Ms. Lana said. “I’ll see you soon, Ms. Lana.” “I’ll see you soon.” Watching her drive away, arms crossed over your stomach, reminded you of the day your mother left. You were used to screaming and dishes being thrown, but the sound of your mother crying in the dead of night? That wasn’t something you had numbed yourself to. Despite everything, you had never seen her cry. She was the strongest woman that you knew. You hadn’t been able to sleep, the pain in your stomach and your heart far too great. You felt disgusted with yourself, your own silent tears running from your eyes. When you heard her sobbing, you sat up, slowly. Your dad had gone to bed hours ago after a long fight with your mom, but you still crept by his room on your way down the stairs. When you got to the dining room, you found your mother fully dressed at the dining table, a suitcase by her side. Her head was in her hands, shoulders shaking as she sobbed. You knew immediately that she was leaving. Tears sprang into your eyes and you swallowed a lump in your throat. “Mom?” She gasped and looked up at you. When she used to look at you, there was always love in her eyes, always a smile on her face, but now there was only one thing in her eyes; disgust. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, voice breaking with every word, tears and makeup running down her cheeks. “I’m your mother! Why didn’t you tell me what he did to you?” The tears in your own eyes started to fall, hands shaking by your side. You were 14. How were you supposed to tell her what your dad had done? “God!” Your mother stood, grabbing the suitcase. “Mom?” You watched her walk right past you, but you felt frozen where you were. “Mom!” She threw open the door and paused for just a moment, taking one last look at you, before walking out. She couldn’t just leave you. Not when you needed her the most. You ran to the door, calling after her. You didn’t hear your father’s door open, didn’t hear him thundering down the stairs after you. All you could think of was stopping your mom from leaving. “Mom!” You screamed after her, running down the porch steps. She was already at her car, throwing her suitcase into the back. “Mom, wait!” She slid into the front seat, slamming the door shut just as you reached it. You pounded on the window, begging her to let you in. But she wouldn’t listen, she just cried and turned the car on. “Mom!” You pleaded, tears and sobs nearly choking you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! Don’t leave me!” She pulled the car backward and you jumped away, not wanting to get your toes caught under the tire. You made to run after the car, but before you could get far, your dad grabbed you from behind.

“She’s gone, kiddo,” your dad whispered in your ear, but it only made you scream louder. “No! No, Mom!” “Come back inside, Elma,” your dad said, pulling you backward. “No!” You reached out for the car, even though it was long gone. You kicked out your feet as your dad hoisted you off the ground, dragging you back toward the house. “MOM!”

***

Returning from the memory was like bursting through the surface of the water. You were in the same place, Ms. Lana’s car retreating through the trees. You tried to smile and offered one last wave before she disappeared completely. It had been three years since your mother left. You tried to pretend it didn’t hurt anymore, but you would still sit on the porch sometimes when you couldn’t sleep, praying that you would see her car pull onto your lawn. It never did. “Elma! Let’s get back to work.”

***

You sat in bed later that night, tapping mindlessly on your computer. You were writing the same letter you had been writing for three years. You had written it on paper, thrown it away a million times. You had typed it out, deleting it a million times. It didn’t matter how many times you tried, you could not write the letter you wanted to your mother. Kid and your dad had gone to bed early. The day had been long and gruesome, so you didn’t blame them. You were exhausted, but your mind wouldn’t let you sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was your mother’s tear-stained face, her car pulling away from you without so much as a second a thought. Anger crackled at the tips of your fingers. Who the fuck leaves their two, defenseless children with an abusive asshole? Everyone still spoke so highly of her, as if she wasn’t just as bad as your dad. You slammed your laptop shut, but the little burst of anger was enough to trigger a silent outburst. You threw your computer against your beanbag chair, dropping to the floor. You were about to start pounding your fists into the hard wood when you heard a tap on your window. You looked up, eyes overrun with tears to see JJ peering in at you. You sucked in your lower lip, hanging your head for a moment. When he tapped again, you pushed yourself to your feet and pushed the window before dropping into another chair. “What did he do?” JJ asked, hands curled into fists at his side and his jaw tight as he stared at your door. You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand. JJ turned to you a knelt down on the ground. “What happened?” The anger was gone from him instantly as he looked at you. You shook your head again, feeling like there were a million rocks weighing you down. Instead of answering, you put one arm around his neck, slowly pulling him in as you slid to the ground. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening until you were kneeling in front of him, both of your arms around his neck. He linked his arms around your back, holding you tight. “What happened?” He asked again. “Babe, you can tell me.” He brushed hair from your face, but you shook your head for the third time, large tears rolling aimlessly from your cheeks. JJ stopped asking you questions, cradling your head as you clung to his shirt. Your breathing shuddered as you tried to calm down. Once the tears stopped flowing like a river and once you felt like you can breathe normally, you pulled away from JJ, exhausted from all the crying. “Why did you come?” You asked. “I have a bunch to tell you,” he said, lifting your chin. “Today was absolutely bat shit. Plus, we’re having a kegger and I thought you’d want to come.” You tried to smile and met his gaze, your eyes still watery. “I would love to go to a kegger and hear about your bat shit day,” you said. “Your dad-” “Screw him.” JJ grinned and helped you to your feet. “You can tell me whenever you’re ready,” he said as he led you to the window. You nodded your head once. “Let’s just get drunk, yeah?” “I can do that.”

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [18]

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A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone giving the series so much love and support, I genuinely cannot express how grateful I am for it all. I also just wanted to say a special thank you to @newheart97 for helping me with the plot line ❤️❤️❤️

Oh also Claes’ smile is killing me UWU

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Standing in a dimly lit passageway, you turned on your feet to look behind you. Torches flickered at either ends and the fire danced, seemingly pointing you in the direction that you needed to go. Beginning to walk, the echo of your shoes filled the confined space and your hands grazed the cobble walls either side of you. It was cold and you swore you could hear footsteps behind you.

Where were you?

Following the flames, you navigated through the winding halls until you came to an opening in the bricks and a large set of double doors faced you. They stretched up and seemed to be shut tight. That didn’t stop you from nearing them and grasping the round metal handle. It was cool to the touch. You pushed first and then pulled. The wood gave way and the door opened. A low light flooded over you and you looked ahead to find yourself at the top of a sweeping staircase. Slowly, you moved through the door and began to descend the steps. A large and beautiful chandelier hung in the centre of the ceiling, and it seemed that the stairs were circling around it. You continued to look forward, noticing a lowering in the ceiling over a long table and at the back, a fireplace. Sitting in the chair at the farthest end of the table, facing the fire, was... well, somebody.

When you reached the bottom of the steps, you stopped moving. The entire place seemed to be lit by fire and built by stone. It was odd.

How had you gotten here?

There was a noise as the person rose from the chair and it soon became apparent who it was. Dressed in clothes that screamed a much older period, a beautiful glass filled with deep crimson in his fingers, Dracula turned to look at you.

“Come,” he beckoned you over.

As if you had no control over your body, you began to walk forwards again. Your eyes were trained on him.

“Where am I?” You asked softly as you neared him.

“Where do you think?”

When you were close enough, your hand slipped into his and he pulled you close. He pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek and looked down at you.

“If I knew that I wouldn’t have asked.” You rolled your eyes. Dracula chuckled.

“My sweetness, look around you. Surely, you must recognise it from somewhere.” He promoted your eyes to look around once more. You scanned the room. You definitely hadn’t been here. But had you heard of it?

As you turned your head to look at Dracula, a man was sitting where Dracula just had been. It was for a split second but you saw him so clearly. A bald head with the blue trees just below the skin that were filling with vampiric venom. His eyes were sunken in, fingernails gone and deep, blood-filled welts in their places. In his hand, a pen and below his face which was twisted in pain, three written letters. Blood oozed form his mouth and dripped on to the parchment. You screamed which morphed into a gag.

Jonathan Harker.

It clicked as the account you had once read with Zoe came into your head. Three letters, just like the ones under his head, sent to his fiancée so that she wouldn’t worry. The baby that had been given to one of his brides - the heroic man had tried to call the vampire out on it. This grand place belonged to the Count.

“Drac... how did I get to Transylvania...?” You inquired warily.

“I would like to think that you are able to recall a conversation that we once had, about the friend of yours?”

“Jack...?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you stepped backwards away from the vampire.

“Exactly. Do you remember it?”

“You... you told me that you’d continue to keep in contact if I... kept myself to myself...”

Dread filled your gut. Dracula took a sip from his glass and began staring you down.

“Well done,” he whispered, “except, you didn’t keep your end of the deal, did you?”

“I... I thought you were dead!” Your voice trembled. Dracula placed the glass down on the table and you stared at it in horror, “is that mine..?” The blood.

Using his hand, Dracula directed your gaze back to him.

“I warned you, [First],” he mumbled, nearing his face to yours. His lips hovered on the corner of yours, mostly on your cheek, but a little overlapping your own, “I told you. You pushed me to this.”

He flipped you up and your back smashed into the back of the table, winding you. You gasped for air, but had almost no time to recollect yourself as Dracula now hovered above you. His knee was pushed between your legs, his hands pinned your arms above your head. Your chest painfully rose and fell. You were looking up at him in terror. He lowered himself, planting a kiss on the curve of your jawline just below your ear.

“You’re going to kill me.” You whispered.

“No, sweetheart, I’m going to make you wish that you had never crossed me.”

~^*^~

Eyes snapping open, you looked around the room. Dusk had now fallen and Dracula had left. Your bedroom door was now open and there was a glass of water and the medicine Jack had promised sitting on your bedside table. You could hear the TV downstairs.

For just a second, you thought you saw a figure standing in your doorway and you gasped. It was gone.

A throbbing became apparent in your neck and there was a gentle dribble. The way that it tickled your skin annoyed you immediately and your hand flew up to collect whatever was seeping down. When you looked at your fingers, a chocked gasp left your lips. Red.

You pulled yourself up, rushing into the bathroom and locking the door. Your eyes immediately went to the mirror. A mouth shaped gash was quickly scarring over, a little blood trickling down your neck, towards your collarbone. Fuck. He’d bitten you while you slept. You had read accounts of being taken somewhere with him while he drank blood. He’d chosen to take you to Transylvania. But why there?

Fumbling in your pockets, you pulled out your phone and clicked on his speed dial. When he answered, before he could speak, you spoke.

“Meet me at the top of the path down the cliff in five fucking minutes.” You growled.

You practically stormed down the stairs, ignoring Jack’s questioning looks as you flung open the front door and left. By the time you got to the cliffs, looking down over the sea Dracula was already there. Twilight’s glow made him look somewhat angelic but you were in a blind rage to take it in.

When he heard your footsteps, he turned and grinned at you.

“You absolute moron!” You shrieked, nearing him with some rage, “you absolute fucking spoon! How could you?!”

“Now, [First], calm down-“ he licked his lips and his eyes shifted to gain a slightly nervous tinge.

“You- you marked,” you pushed him backwards with all of your strength and he did actually stumble backwards a little. You had caught him off guard, “me! You drank my blood!”

“Yes, but only a little-“

“ONLY A LITTLE?!”

He couldn’t help but feel a little endeared at the display of rage. You’d lost all of your senses. Humans were funny little things. You knew that you could never overpower him, yet here you were overrun with such anger that you were being a little physical with him. He smirked just a little.

“You don’t think I’d actually drink enough to kill you, do you?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?! Am I-... am I going to become like you? Like Renfield?” Like Lucy? Like Jonny Harker? Am I going to die like Agatha?”

“[First]-“

“Am I?!”

“You think I’d turn the most precious and sweetest thing this pathetic world has ever been blessed with into a monster?!” He growled back at you and you took a step back in a momentary panic, “I would never hurt you, [First]! But you betrayed me! You broke your end of the deal! I warned you what would happen!”

“Betrayed you?! I thought you were dead! I moved on!”

Dracula, out of habit, took in a deep breath to calm himself. Neither of you would get anywhere by screaming at one another. Instead, he took a moment to drink in the sight of you. It really had been so long without you. The last specs of sunlight hit your skin, miraculously highlighting all of the high points of your face. The anger that had coloured your face red was still there and there was a smudge of dried blood on your neck. Your hair was slightly disheveled. God, how some other man hadn’t swept you up yet was a mystery.

“Why with him?” He asked softly, trying to finally get your conversation to a civil noise level.

“Because... he was the only person who knew how it felt... to lose someone who meant everything to you.”

It went quiet for a moment. The waves cut through the silence even from so far down away. Dracula took two steps towards you again and reached forwards to brush a lose strand of hair behind your ear. His other hand was lazily shoved into his pocket.

“I meant it.” He stated gently.

“Meant what?”

“The last thing I texted you.”

Oh.

“But Agatha-“

“-was a close second.” He finished your sentence, “for a long time I truly believed she had revived my mundane emotions, however, the day at the Foundation when Dr. Van Helsing introduced me to the biggest and most obvious liar I’ve ever met in my 500 years,” he sucked in a shallow breath and dared himself to close a little more space between you, “that changed everything. She changed everything. She gave me the courage to die. But she was more important to me than finding the courage to conquer death. And now she’s here,” even less space, “looking at me like she’s going to kill me... and with my branding on her neck.”

You melted. The pure sincerity swimming in his orbs, the softest smile on his lips. His most gentle grip on your waist as he tugged you even closer than ever. Never in your life did you think you could stay angry at him. His free hand came up and his thumb trailed along his mark. It stung. You hissed and he hushed you by pressing a kiss to the same spot. A jolt of electricity, like nothing you had experienced before overcame you and a small moan ripped from your throat.

“What a sweet noise.” Dracula mused against your neck. The rumble of his voice carried into your chest, “come with me.” He suddenly spoke, pulling away to look you in the eye.

“What?” You whispered in soft confusion.

“Come back to London with me. Come and live with me instead. Make yourself mine.”

He said it in such a way that it felt like an order, but at the same time, it was an offer.

How could you leave Jack here? How could you give up the life you had worked so hard to build for yourself after everything? Would it be worth it? What would change now that Dracula could survive in the sunlight? How could you go with him after believing he’d never come back?

Turns out, pretty easily.

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