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And I Will Live Forever

Vladislaus Dragulia x fem!reader

Part One

WC : 16.2K

SW : No usage of "Y/N," physical appearance and details are left completely ambiguous and are up to interpretation. Mentions of violence, canon-typical, this fic follows the chronological events of Van Helsing (2004). Everybody lives AU! because I am first and foremost fruity, and want to slum it with Dracula and his wives.

If there are any more warnings to be added let me know!

Story Notes :

For reader's bride dress, I imagine the "Melora White Maxi Dress And Collar" but with a very light blue gradient.

All sentences in this formatting are flashbacks from part one.

This is a re-post, all of my old accounts were deleted.

‘He was truly my dearest friend, albeit a little strange, I owed everything to him.’

You wait on the steps of the Monastery, seeing the horse approach from across the courtyard, your dearest friend, Gabriel - The Great Van Helsing - was returning from France today. He had been sent on a mission to capture and bring back Dr. Jekyll, alive. But word sent the day before his return showed that he would be returning empty handed. You walk down the stairs to greet him as he slows the horse and dismounts, “Gabriel!” arms tossed around his stiff body squeezing until he moves to return the sentiment. After you deem the hug long enough you let go, quirking an eyebrow at him, a slight frown overtakes your features, “You know how much trouble you’re in right?” You’re immediately met with a sigh and an eyeroll, Gabriel beginning to walk away.

“I don’t understand how you managed to mess this up, the Cardinal is extremely angry.” furiously pacing yourself to keep up with his long strides, the brim of his hat pulled low to hide any sort of expression upon his face. “Van Helsing are you even listening to me? The Cardinal is going to throw a-”

''I don’t give a damn what Jinette thinks, I got the job done didn’t I?” his tone unwavering and final, holding the door to the monastery open for you, following after. You decide not to answer as you walk through the glittering hall, making your way down to the confessional, standing in front of it as he enters. 

You waited outside the door, the conversation between Gabriel and Cardinal Jinette fading in and out with the fluctuation of their volume, the Cardinal remaining the loudest. You hated the way that Jinette spoke to him sometimes, Gabriel never failed to provide results, and had done everything in his power to fulfil every deed given to him by the church.  He was good at what he did, that was undeniable, but he was truly a good man at heart. 

He was the only reason you were allowed to stay within Vatican City, having shown up on the Ministry doorsteps only a few years after he did, you however were significantly younger when you did arrive. You’d been abandoned, living in the streets, when a rowdy group of men chased you all the way to the doors of the church. He had immediately come to your aid and ever since then he had somewhat taken on the role of the older sibling you never had, convincing his superiors to allow you to stay within the ancient building. He always had this air of guilt surrounding him whenever interacting with you, claiming that you reminded him of someone he once knew, but never explaining further than that. 

He taught you how to fight, how to defend yourself if the situation ever arose, he made you carry a small vial of holy water and a collapsible stake on your person at all times, telling you that you never know when you may need it. He was your only companion besides a friar named Carl, who was somewhat closer to your age, a madman when it came to inventing. 

Hearing the scrape of the sconce as the Cardinal opens the secret door, you slide into the booth next to Gabriel right before the metal gate slams into place, quietly taking your spot behind your friend as you begin the descent down into the order. You listen as the Cardinal gives the same spiel about being the last defence against evil, zoning out as you watch the monks move about the place. You snap back into focus at the sound of the projector whirring alive, Jinette giving Gabriel his newest assignment. “We need you to go to the east, to the far side of Romania. An accursed land, terrorised by all sorts of nightmarish creatures.” You watch Van Helsing's face go slightly pale as the image changes, an even more grim look taking over the one that usually resides upon his features, “Lorded over by a certain Count Dracula.” 

You slightly zone out once more as you study the painting, you can hear Gabriel speaking but are unaware of what it is he’s saying. You can’t help but feel a strange mixture of happiness and sadness take over your body as you look upon the man - The Count - in the image, you could swear to all that was holy that he looked familiar. Like you’d met him before. 

You’ve decided by what little of him you could see, that he was still undoubtedly handsome. Slightly taller than you, possibly 6-foot, dark hair, and shockingly blue eyes. 

You don’t notice the looks Gabriel throws your way, the realisation hitting him that you're lost at the sight of the photo. 

When the Cardinal changes the image projected, you rejoin the conversation, looking up to lock eyes with your friend, giving him a wary smile as you fight off the sudden emotional pit forming in your stomach. Listening as Jinette lists off members of this royal family, watching as Gabriel becomes starstruck at the sight of Princess Anna, giving him a smirk and a hard elbow to the ribs, him responding with a slight stomp onto your foot. 

You stop listening again when the insignia of his ring is mentioned, the pit returning to your stomach as you walk away to find Carl. You find the aforementioned man yelling at someone in a pedalling machine, gasping slightly as the person on said machine is electrocuted. “Carl what are you doing?” you’re met with a few mumbles of “Almost had it,” and “Maybe next time,” as Carl shuffles towards you, giving you a small pat on the arm and a crooked smile. He turns his attention to Gabriel as he approaches, automatically beginning his line of chastising and questioning. You follow as Carl begins putting things into a bag for him, Garlic, Holy Water, amongst some weapons. After he causes a viscous fluid to erupt into sparks upon the ground, you giggle as he turns with his inventors' goggles down, magnifying his eyes to a ridiculous level. He gives you a sour look, “the air is thick with envy” he says, rolling his eyes and walking away as you continue to giggle. 

He shuffles around to grab more weapons, going on about some substances that can emit light equivalent to the sun, telling Gabriel to use his imagination with it. “No Carl, I’m gonna use yours that’s why you’re coming with me.” “Oh hell be damned I am!” letting out a dramatic gasp as you clutch your chest, “Carl! You Cursed! Monks aren’t supposed to curse.” You watch as a smug grin takes over his face, leaning in close to you as if to tell a secret, “Well actually I’m still a friar, I can curse all I want. Damn it!” giving you a wink as he shuffles back to his original spot. 

“The Cardinal has ordered you to keep me alive as long as possible.” he continues, about to walk away before you grab his sleeve, “Wait, what about me? I want to come along as well.” You’re met with a stern look, the both of you completely ignoring Carl's mumbles about not being a field man as you follow Gabriel out of the Laboratory, “No, that’s entirely out of the question.” “Why not? I want to come to Transylvania, I’m always left behind when you go on missions. You know I get bored easily!” “You’re always left behind because you don’t have the training to go on missions, it’s highly dangerous-” You stop him once more, “You trained me Gabriel, remember?” cutting him off as he goes to respond, “You’d rather let a friar, who has no fighting experience what-so-ever join you versus someone who can actually hold their own?” Giving him the best pout you can, “Please Van Helsing, let me come with you.” applying a slight shake to the arm still in your grip. 

He doesn’t know what comes over him, whether it be the determined look in your eye or the idea that maybe he could use you as help if all went south, but with a strong reluctance coating his words, he agrees to let you come along. 

‘It was the longest trip of my life, a battle through storms and cold only to be put right in the face of death.’ 

You were tired, aching, surrounded by an angry mob when the first one swooped in from the sky. 

The woman, Princess Anna, yelled for everyone to run inside, to find shelter, as Van Helsing shot at the circling Vampires, while Carl was leaning against the wells’ edge, whimpering. You follow the woman as she takes off running - right after landing rather promiscuously on top of Gabriel - eventually shoving her down a cart as two out of the three vampires reach for you. 

You pant for breath as the sun comes out, everyone in the town coming out with it. You walk towards your friends, reaching for the stake sheathed at your side as a noise emits from the well. You scream as the sun goes back behind the clouds and the orange haired vampire bursts up, grabbing Anna by the shoulders. The black haired one not far behind her, not even looking at you as she grabs you and tosses you through the roof of one of the houses. 

You lay there for a moment, paralysed with pain and fear that overtakes your whole body. You snap to attention as the door in front of you bolts shut, muscle memory leads your hand down to your stake sheath, only to find your weapon missing, cursing as you realise you must have dropped it somewhere along being thrown into a building. You let out a sigh of relief when you see Anna, the woman dropping to your side to check on you. You’re about to let her know you’re okay when all of a sudden the orange-haired vampire lowers herself from the rafters of the house. 

You point up weakly, eyes going wide and letting out a yelp as Anna immediately stands and turns to come face to face with her. “Hello Anna” she hisses out, completely dropping and transforming into her regular facade. You do have to admit, she is rather pretty. “Nice to see you too Aleera,” words doused with Venom. You make a move to help her, but when a sharp pain shoots throughout your whole body as you lean forward, you have no choice but to flop back down to the ground. “Did I do something to you in a past life?” Anna backs up slowly, the Vampire, Aleera, following her every move. “Don’t play coy with me, princess,” somehow teleporting to be in front of Anna, “I know what lurks in your lusting heart.” “I hope you have a heart Aleera, because someday I’m going to drive a stake through it.” You watch with bated breath as Aleera literally smacks Anna out of the window, then turns to gaze down upon you. 

She tilts her head at you, studying for a moment. A look that almost resembles recognition passes her features before she dives out the window after Anna. “Fuck.” you murmur, beginning to wiggle your limbs as you try to fight off the searing pain travelling through your body. When you’re able to move once more, you make your way out of the house, down the stairs and through the door, like a perfectly sane person, grabbing a large shard of glass from outside, watching as Anna bursts into another home. 

You weakly run, limping every step, attempting to follow her in case she needed what little assistance you could provide in your current state. Bursting into the house to see the two Vampires over her, mouths gaping open, fangs sharp and extended, their faces taking on slightly demonic forms. You watch as they suddenly scream, twisting and writhing as they turn back into their winged counterparts, flying out of the house.

You offer her a hand, no words passed between the two of you, only pained smiles and grateful expressions, lifting her up as the adrenaline leaves your body, limping out into the street with her. Walking towards the church where your friends sit on its steps, you pass by Gabriels’ hat, turning and grabbing it for him, gently brushing some of the dirt and snow off of it. Bringing it to him and sitting down, you’re met with concerning remarks from both him and Carl, hell, you’d be concerned too if you also saw your friend be thrown into a roof from 40 feet in the air, but you were just too tired to form any words. Letting your head thump back against one of the top steps as an angry crowd of Translyvanians forms around you. 

You’re thankful when Anna jumps to your defence, the revealing of Van Helsings’ identity forces the crowd to back off. You raise your head at the mention of a drink and somewhere to stay, muttering a ‘yes please’ before you slump back against the stairs. Feeling arms come around both your sides, both Carl and Gabriel help hoist you up, supporting your weight as you begin your trek to where Anna was staying, at the old Governors’ house. 

You can’t help the strange sense that washes over you at the sight of the building. 

“But soon, the final battle will begin, I must go and find out who our new visitor is.”

‘It was a restless night, full of aches. Visions of you and a man dancing through your head, along with visions of great pain and sorrow.’

‘Don’t do this Gabriel… Please let go of my wife.’

You could hear screaming, a woman falling through a window. Great agonising pain filling your senses ; grief, sadness, anger, all equally coursing through your veins. 

‘I’m sorry… But you broke the oath.’

Flashes of a happy couple pass through your mind, ending as you turn to be stabbed through the heart by Gabriel-

Shooting up with a gasp, feeling every bone in your body protest at such movement. You take heaving, gulping breaths, the fear seizing your muscles making it hard to intake oxygen. You can feel sweat running off you in rivulets as you try to equal out your heartbeat. What did you just see? This hadn’t been the first dream you’d had of this scenario, with Gabriel killing you, you’d had a dream eerily similar to this one when you first met him all those years ago, except in that one you were the woman falling through the window. 

Bringing up a hand to wipe absentmindedly at your forehead, trying to cease what you assume is a river of sweat. It’s only when your hand comes back covered in a fluid that’s smelling and stringing to your skin, it’s within that moment when you’re able to register the low growling do you look up, and come eye to eye with a werewolf. 

It pounces the second you look at it, giving you only a moment to roll out of the bed and scream as loud as you can. Dodging as best you can as the creature lays havoc to the room you’re in, ducking for cover as leaps for you, watching it crash through the window. You turn as your room door is opened, Gabriel looking in with features clouded by fear. He calls your name, coming around to rest his hands upon your shoulders, “What happened?” “Werewolf,” a shaky hand coming to point towards the shattered window, “Went that way.” Grabbing you by the shoulders he directs you to a ripped up armchair sitting in the corner of the room, sitting you down and handing you your stake, huh, where did he find that? “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” 

You don’t stay, waiting a few moments after he’s left to get up. It’s only when yelling and crashing resonates from downstairs do you hurry your pace. You arrive at the sight of Gabriel running out of the estate and Anna standing in a catatonic state, staring off in his direction. Disregarding the broken window, you already have a feeling of what broke it to begin with, you turn to Anna, gently grasping her elbows and directing her attention to you. 

“Anna? What happened?” lifting one hand up to her neck, gently tilting her head from side to side, looking for any signs of pain or damage. “Are you alright? Did it hurt you?” That seems to do the trick as her glossy eyes fill with more tears, finally spilling over as she looks at you, “My brother. It’s my brother.” You say nothing, cooing slightly as her tears fall faster, pulling her into a hug. “He’s going to kill him.” Words murmured into your shoulder. “Who’s going to kill who, Anna?” “Van Helsings’ going to try and kill my brother.'' And with those words she takes off out the door. 

You grab a pile of fabric off the back of a nearby chair, knowing that the cold would be too severe for what Anna, and yourself, were currently wearing. You saddle up the horse you came into town on, going off in the direction of several sets of footprints. When you approach where Anna and Van Helsing stand in the graveyard you catch the remnants of what was undoubtedly a heated conversation. “He has taken everything from me. Leaving me alone in this world.”  You quietly dismount, grabbing the blanket you brought and throwing part of it over Annas’ shoulders, slightly startling her with your sudden presence. You say nothing as you resume your previous embrace with her, watching as Anna all but crumbles into the affection. 

“To have the memories of those you have loved and lost is perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.” his words spoken with a guilty glance towards you, an unexplainable rage filling you at the idea of whatever he could possibly be implying. “Alright, we’ll look for your brother.”

“It was obvious that Van Helsing was wary of this man, but when he turned to me I felt no fear. He looked at me in what could only be sheer reverence, and I felt my mind settle.’

The Castle was looming, with electricity zapping to and fro from the top tower. Hanging behind as to give Anna and Gabriel some time to talk. If the fate of Anna's family wasn’t at stake you would take the time to poke at his lovesick behaviour, but until everything was over you held your remarks at bay. 

Entering the dusty manor, pushing cobwebs out of your way, the three of you make your way into a room filled to the brim with sacks hanging from the ceiling, reminding you of very slimy chrysalides. “Have you ever seen these things before?” you aim your question towards either of your company. “No. What do you think they are?” Both of you turn to Gabriel, “Offspring.” “What?” spoken at the same time. “A man with three gorgeous women for 400 years-” “Yes, vampires are the walking dead, it only makes sense their children are born dead.”

Pushing your way through to reveal a grand hall filled with even more of the pods, electricity crackling down the hall and into the room you are in. Watching as the pods begin to pulse and wiggle. “Van Helsing don’t-” exclaiming in exaggerated disgust as he sticks his hand into the sack, throwing the slime substance out of his way. 

“So this is what you get when Vampires mate-” not given the time to finish his sentence as it comes to life, both you and Anna screaming out in disgust. Another blast of electricity barrels through the room, bringing with it a shiver up your spin and the jolt of a static shock. The three of you run as they begin to drop from the ceiling, faintly aware of voices coming from somewhere above you.

Despite Annas’ pleas, you watch as Gabriel exits out of your covered spot, entering the desolate hall once again to begin shooting at the vampiric offspring still flying around the room. He looks up somewhere in the room, a slightly smug look upon his face, “Now that I have your attention.” A giant winged creature falls from the sky and begins to pursue your friend. The gust of air it brings knocks over decorations, items falling all around you. You don’t even register Anna rushing up the stairs behind you, nor the beam and chandelier falling after her, blocking anyone from following. You do, however, register the doors at the end of the hall slamming closed, locking you in here with Van Helsing and the creature. 

Crouching down next to some crates, watching as the creature swoops down, turning into a man. Turning into the Count from the Cardinals’ slideshow. “I can tell the character of a man by the sound of his heartbeat.” A deep accented voice lilting, “Usually when I approach,” clapping his hands together in a slightly off-rhythm staccato, “I can almost dance to the beat. Strange that yours is so steady.”  Hands ending their sporadic clap as he continues to walk forward, all noise ceasing except for crackling of electricity.

When Gabriel drops down and stabs the man you can’t help the sadness that fills you. A strange sense taking over you, making you want to walk over and kill your best friend where he stands. “Requistat in pace” words uttered with an arrogance. You stand up, beginning to make your way towards them, “Hello Gabriel,” freezing in your steps. Did he know this man?

“Is this your silver stake?” pulling it out of his chest and tossing it over his shoulder. “How long has it been, 3- 400 years? You don’t remember, do you?” “What exactly is it I should be remembering?” The two of them begin to slowly circle around one another, “You are the Great Van Helsing! Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul, protected by Rome herself! But like me, hunted by all others.” 

“The Knights of the Holy Order know all about you, It’s no surprise you would know about me.” “Yes but it’s much more than this” the man laughs as he takes a step towards Van Helsing, the two coming full circle. “We have such history, You and I, Gabriel. Have you ever wondered why you have such horrible nightmares, horrific scenes of ancient battles past. Horrific scenes of betrayal? Would you like for me to refresh your memory a little, a few details from your sordid past?” You shuffle slightly, the heel of your boot scraping across a loose tile in the floor, drawing the attention of both Gabriel and the Count. 

He gazes in disbelief. Freezing for a few moments before taking delicate, hesitant, steps towards you. You knew that you should probably flee, run for cover or to your friend, but instead you stayed put, Standing your ground as he approached you. He walks until the two of you almost stand toe-to-toe. An ungloved hand reaches out towards you and you can’t help the flinch that runs through your body, heart rate picking up in fear. He looks pained at your cower, hand still moving to brush lightly against your jaw, freezing cold fingers solidify his true nature to you.

 “Do not fear me.” 

‘I hope you’ve learned by now that I mean you no harm.’

Words spoken in such a hushed whisper that only you could hear with your proximity. And for some strange reason, you find yourself calming at his words, the fear leaving your still shellshocked system, heart rate slowing. You pay no attention to your friend who’s currently sneaking up behind the man, completely enraptured by the Count. 

He mutters something that you can't quite catch, his hand beginning to drift down your neck, brushing against the necklace round your neck. He picks up the chain and lets it run through his fingers, getting steadily closer to the ring that resides on the end of it. A small silver wedding band that never seemed to tarnish rested along the chain, you had no idea where you had gotten it, it had been in your possession for what seemed forever. It was obviously valuable and you could never seem to part with it, in fear of it one day sliding off your finger during your work you ran it onto a bare chain, deciding to wear it as a necklace. 

Before he can reach the ring at the end of the chain the sound of something clicking into place takes the attention of both of you, him whipping around to grab the silver crucifix Gabriel thrusts into his face, screaming in pain as he makes contact with the holy item. Jumping away as the crucifix bursts into flames within his hand, beginning to melt. He tosses the remains of it away, regaining his composure at a lightning rate. 

“Perhaps that is a conversation for another time.” He takes a few steps back, walking a few feet past you. “Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. Born 1422, Murdered 1462.” 

‘Vlad’ rings through your head, the memory of glass shattering and screaming echoing through your mind. You don’t realise that the screaming has become real, Van Helsing grabs your hand and pulls you away with him, still in a dissociative state you don’t realise what’s happened until you both make your escape through a dumbwaiter. 

The two of you make your way to the roof, running into a frantic Anna. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” Words rushed to you and her, Gabriel grabbing one arm each and launching off a line, extending all the way over the rushing river below, to the nearby mountain. The three of you speed off, almost making it halfway across before the line suddenly shakes. The werewolf from the house, Anna’s brother, suddenly hitches a ride on the back, sliding a bit before one of its claws slices the line in half, taking you and the half closest to the Castle, down.

You can’t help the deja vu that washes over you as you fall, the freezing cold river below you. The sound of Van Helsing and Anna screaming for you is drowned out by your own. 

You can faintly see the outline of someone looking over the edge of the castle railing, a yell of ‘no’ reaching your ears. The person disappears from the edge, only for a winged beast to take their place and jump from the roof. ‘It’s the Count’ you realise somewhere in your mind, closing your eyes in what could only be described as… relief? Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, deep down you knew you’d be alright. The wind is bitterly cold, nipping at your back, whistling in your ears. 

Until suddenly it’s not. 

Your body smacks into the water, cold overtaking all your senses as your body freezes. You can faintly feel yourself moving, arms weakly flailing to break the surface of the water to no avail. The current of the roaring river continuously pulls you under, giving you no chance to save yourself.

Right before you pass out from either shock or adrenaline you’re faintly aware of being pulled from the water and into the air. You’re held against something much larger than you are. One minute you’re plummeting, falling down and then sinking to your untimely demise and then the next you’re going up, soaring through the air. 

And with that, you pass out. 

~~~

You drift in and out of consciousness. You can remember being placed in front of a hearth, someone’s lap laid under your head, rough fingers running through your hair. Then three sets of hands and whispering voices, belonging to whom you believe were women, placing and pulling different layers of clothes upon you. You heard conversations about a creature and tracking it down, followed by being picked up by something much larger than you, a hood being pulled over your head, and the flap of great wings. 

When you fully wake, it’s to the feeling of flying. Slowly blinking your eyes you try to adjust to the darkness. You realise you’re being carried by a large creature. Pointed ears, flat-bridged nose, and a maw that contained razor sharp teeth. Its wingspan had to spread to at least 15 feet or greater, and had to be at least 12 feet tall. And you realise that it oddly resembles a bat. 

You hadn’t realised it was looking at you. Too busy in your observative reverie to notice the slitted dark grey eyes that had snapped your way. The large bat lets out a strange rumble when you make eye contact with it, beginning its descent. You’re laid down on what you assume is grass, watching as the creature soars back into the sky, transforming midair. That’s when you remember the last few hours of your life; officially meeting The Count, and all the strange emotions that came with the introduction, all of the rage, anguish, and nostalgia. And the fact that he had saved you, throwing himself off the top of the castle to rescue you from the river. 

He drops back down to the ground with a certain grace and elegance to his actions, slightly bowing with a hand outstretched for theatrics. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was doing it to lighten the air, immediately throwing you a smile and small chuckle as he does it. You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as well, accepting the hand he offers you, pulling you off the ground. Finally taking in your surroundings, you realise you’re standing in front of a semi-dilapidated building. It looks to be a small fortress of sorts, surrounded by mountains on either side, along with the faint sound of a rushing river a great distance below you. 

“Where are we?” words muttered, turning to gaze at him. 

“Poenari.” 

‘He can lie and claim to be a hollow man all he wants. But when I finally realised who he was and what he meant to me, I could see the pure emotion overtake his face, and for once I swore I could hear a heartbeat that wasn’t my own.’

The two of you walked silently through the building. 

The dank remnants of the castle smelled foul; stagnant. The place reeked of death and sorrow, everything was covered in thick layers of dust. The Count walked quietly behind you, offering no explanation as to why you were here. Walking aimlessly through the corridors, footsteps echoing all around as you turn a corner, a loud gasp ripping its way out of the back of your throat. 

The hallway leading to a set of winding stairs was the embodiment of death. Dried blood and half decomposed skeletons line the path,  the stale smell of decomposition lingering in the air. You hadn’t realised you’d stopped until a hand placed itself upon the small of your back, gently pushing you forward. You observe the destruction around you, noticing baskets of mouldy, moth-eaten linens, and cleaning supplies next to some of the skeletons. “Servants.” rings out Dracula’s voice behind you, his hand still upon your back. Coming towards the end of the hall, right before the stairwell, you notice a bare spot. There was dried blood in an outline that shows it obviously pooled from someone’s body, but there was a lack of a skeleton, or any sign that one had been there, at least. “What happened to that one?” pointing down at the spot on the floor. “Agnes was buried.” is all he offers. 

You kept Agnes with you, after all she’d been one of your closest confidants since your mother had died.

He nudges you up the stairs, guiding you through the dark. At the very top of the stairs was a thick wooden door in the middle of a small hallway. At the end of a hallway was a painting. Unlike everything else in this place the painting was spotless. It looked brand new, not a speck of dust on it, like it had been visited often. 

That’s not what captured your attention though. What captured it was that the painting was a portrait of a man and woman. Happy, smiling, loving,

And they looked just like the two of you. 

You step forward, shoes lining up in the dust-free imprint of feet much larger than yours; a well-worn spot. Reaching a hand out, fingers gliding across the woman in the painting, your other hand coming up to brush against your own features. Same hair colour, texture, same eyes, same birthmarks and scars. Her hands crossed gently across her lap, upon her ring finger lay the ring you wear around your neck. 

Gasping, taking a stumbling step back, you whip around to face him. You can feel your heartbeat pick up, confusion and fear starting to take over. “Why-” breath uneven, “Why did you bring me here? What is this place?”

He brings a hand up to the door, pushing it open and stepping back, a slight sweeping gesture to show you go in first. 

“Our home.”

Entering the room, you’re met with what you assume was once a very luxurious room. A dilapidated four-poster bed sits in the middle of the wall that the door is on. The room is stagnant like the rest of the place, but like the painting, free of dust. There’s a dresser, a writing desk, and a gap, from floor to ceiling, jagged shards of glass still remaining around the frame of what was once a window. Torn, mouldy, moth-ridden curtains billow in the light breeze, the stone floor is covered in moss and mould, years of rain pouring in through the opening had made it so. 

In the middle of the room is a dark stain on the floor, a trail trickling from the window to it. You don’t want to believe it’s blood, the colour of it is black, too dark to resemble that which was under the skeletons in the hall, but you know. You know that it’s blood and whatever left the puddle wasn’t human. At the thought you cast a glance over your shoulder to the man who brought you here to begin with, he stands in the doorway, and goes no further than that. You take a step towards the gaping hole in the wall, mindful of any shards of glass on the floor.

You can hear the churning of fast moving water, you can hear the wind whipping in the wind, and as you bend slightly to look out, you can hear screaming. 

“Who are you?” 

“Who I am is of no importance at the moment,” 

“Well everything was lined up perfectly, but now, the Voivode has added a new term to the treaty. Your hand in marriage.” 

“I hope you’ve learned by now that I mean you no harm.” 

‘He always treated you with a gentle hand, was never harsh, never cruel, and he never-ever raised his voice. You were his wife, and you should never need to fear him’

You failed to notice the dark figure in the corner of your room.

 “Don’t do this Gabriel,” “Please let go of my wife.” 

And with that, he pushes you out the window.  

And then everything went dark. 

You stumble violently away from the window, knees collapsing under your own weight. A firm presence makes itself known behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you up. Your vision is spotty, head pounding with this newfound knowledge of a past life and your eyes well with tears. You tilt your head up, making immediate eye contact with the man holding you. Your voice comes out scratchy and choked, “Vlad?” as the tears begin to spill out of your eyes. Vlad gives a pained smile as he turns you around and pulls your body towards his. 

The embrace is emotional as you reduce down to nothing but shaky limbs and heart-wrenching sobs. He holds you strongly, there’s not an inch of his body that doesn’t touch yours, and you could swear that in that moment, you could feel another heartbeat alongside yours. 

The sound of sizzling breaks you away from the hug, looking up in time to see a singular tear make its trek down his cheek, burning the skin it slides down. You quickly bring up your hand, sleeve pulled around your fist to dry it before it causes anymore damage. As you make a move to bring your hand back down he moves quick as lightning to hold it to his face, head tilting to place a delicate kiss upon the skin of your palm. “I missed you,” the words are soft, your throat still scratchy. “Not as much as I missed you, my darling” and with that, he kisses you. 

The kiss is soft, yet powerful. With the force of almost 200 years worth of lost time fueling it. Vlad pulls you even closer, if it were possible. You can still hear the light sizzling where tears are undoubtedly still falling from his eyes. His lips are as soft as you remember, his movements still the same as well. The only difference was his temperature, a constant reminder that you were no longer the same. 

A reminder of the reason you were in Transylvania to begin with. 

Before you can say anything, Vlad pulls away from you. His left hand continues to hold you firm at the waist while his right moves from your cheek to smooth over the top of your hair, coming to a stop at the nape of your neck, cradling your head. There’s a furrow in his brows as his eyes flit across your face, “What is wrong my darling? Why does your heart panic so?” you close your eyes and gently shake your head.

“What about Gabriel, Vlad?” 

“What about him?”

“The only reason we’ve come to Transylvania is so he can kill you, Vlad. He’s vindictive and will not stop until he sees you turn to ash before his feet. Oh this is all my fault,-” 

“Do not say these things.” His right hand tilting your head to look at him, “How is any of it your fault, my darling? Fate is not your fault. You were meant to come back to me one day, and now you have.” A delicate kiss placed upon your forehead, “And as for Gabriel. I will handle him myself. Now come, we have somewhere to be.” Taking your hand and gently pulling you back the way you came. 

When you make it outside, there's three women dressed in lavish silks, gossamer, and fine jewellery. You find yourself subconsciously clutching his hand harder when the three women outstretch their arms and move towards you. There’s almost an ethereal echoing coming from somewhere as the women surround you, cooing their praises. Delicate hands with thin, claw-like fingers move across you. One hand pats your hair, another down your arm, with a ghosting touch on your back. The women skit around, their movements are graceful, like a dance of sorts, and you find yourself in a trance like state. 

“Oh Master,” says the red-headed one, who you recognize as the one Anna called Aleera, “She’s just as perfect as you said.” You find yourself blushing at the statement and the attention that’s being showered upon you. Two cold hands scoop up your face to bring you directly in front of the long black haired one, “You are absolutely stunning, my dear.” “Thank you” whispered quietly, your face practically engulfed in flames. 

Casting a glance towards Vlad only to find he’s already looking at you, a gentle smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. The women stop their parade of affection with a singular lift of Vlad’s hand. “Have you taken care of what you needed to?” His voice echoing out with a seriousness to it as he reaches his hand out towards you. “They tricked us with the carriages, master, and escaped with the monster.” You can see the second that the anger forms in his eyes so you pull yourself away from the women to walk towards him, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb upon the back of his knuckles in hopes to sooth him. Your efforts work as he tilts to look down at you, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. 

“No matter. Van Helsing is heading straight for Budapest anyways. Aleera I want you to go and follow them, Verona you go with her.” and with a gesture of his hand the two turn into their other forms and fly off into the night, leaving just Vlad, yourself, and the black-haired woman. “Marishka, take my darling and get her ready for tomorrow evening.” You hear a quiet ‘yes master’ as Vlad places a small kiss in the middle of your forehead, before releasing you to a now winged Marishka. “Don’t worry my darling, Marishka is a gentle flyer.” And with that you’re lifted into the air. 

~~~

You’re at a glorious castle in Budapest, a summer home, you remember Verona briefly telling you when her and Aleera finally catch back up. She works quietly and carefully to do your hair while you sit in front of the vanity, slightly nerved by the fact that you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there if it wasn’t for her brushing and pinning your hair, the lack of a reflection startling. She makes small and polite conversation with you, including an apology for throwing you earlier in the town, as she admitted to not looking to see whom she had grabbed before she picked you up. 

��We are truly very excited to have you within our presence, for many years we have all heard stories of you, the heartbreak Dracula felt at the loss of you and your child never truly went away, no matter how we tried to quell it.” Her accented voice lulls quietly through the dim candle-lit room, and you're briefly hit with a burst of guilt and sadness at the idea of them trying to do everything they could to make Vlad feel better, only for him to rebuff their attempts. You can’t help but offer her an apology.

 “What for, my dear? You are here now and that’s all that matters, everything is as it should be.” and with that she finishes your hair, which has been gently pinned to your head, curls looking defined. Before you could say anything else she walks away as the two other brides enter the room. Aleera is the first to reach you, lithe fingers gliding down both sides of your neck as her cold hands come to lay delicately upon your shoulders. “You look magnificent,” words cooed to you, “truly stunning.” Finishes off Marishka, taking a seat next to you on the bench as she leans forward to reach for the jewellery. 

You hear the shuffling of feet, what you assume to be Verona returning from wherever she had gone. When Marishka is finished clipping in earrings for you, you turn your head to find Verona holding a light blue dress in a style much like that of her and the others dresses. It’s complete with gossamer sleeving that opens up around your wrist and trails all the way down to the floor, a form-fitting partially transparent torso and a loose skirt made of a layered sheer chiffon material. “And now for the final touch.”

~~~

You look and feel like a true goddess as the girls lead you down a hall, you’re conscientiously aware of the ethereal echoing that has returned as they giggle while taking you down to the ballroom. The music grows louder and louder as you approach a large set of double doors, half of a masquerade mask is quickly slipped onto your face as the doors are open and you’re thrust into the room. 

There’s hundreds of people in the room, ranging of all ages as you spot children up in the rafters. There’s people dancing, people performing on silks and with fire, and so many other things that it makes it hard to take in the grandeur of the room all at once. You’re aware of how you must look to all the others, jaw dropped and head constantly turning to take in your surroundings. When you turn your head to look back in front of you, you’re met with the sight of Vlad. He’s in his usual clothing, just with a gold cloak tied around his neck, a mask the same chromatic colour to match, with his hand outstretched towards you. 

You wordlessly take his hand and allow him to pull you closer, his hands gently begin roaming, one hand quickly lifting the mask to take in your features before dropping it back down to rest on your face. “You look absolutely stunning, my darling.” A cold kiss pressed upon your lips, “May I have the privilege of dancing with you?” Eyes boring into your own, he quirks up the corner of his lips into an ever arrogant smirk. “Why yes you may.” Words whispered towards him quietly, acutely aware of all the eyes that are upon the two of you. 

Vlad takes your hand and leads you to the spot directly in front of the platform in which a veiled woman stands upon. The rest of the guests clap as whatever piece of music is being played comes to an end, partners taking their places on the dancefloor. You quickly grab Vlad’s arm as a sudden realisation hits you, “Wait, Vlad, I can’t dance.” eyes wide with fear at the notion of making yourself look like a fool in front of all these refined people. He turns to you with a somewhat reassuring smile on his face, “Don’t worry my darling, you’ve danced this dance many times before. You know what to do.” A look of sheer disbelief covers your features, you open your mouth to throw a sly retort back to him but are promptly cut off as the woman on the stage begins a beautiful aria. He lifts your hand up delicately before softly spinning you outwards. All of a sudden you throw your arm out in a slow and graceful manner, the steps of the dance flooding back into your mind. When you spin back towards him there’s a certain look of, I told you so, overtaking his face, as he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him firmly.

He takes off his mask, then your own, before placing a kiss upon your lips. “I told you that you knew it.” as you both fall back into step with the others, “Of course,” smiling at him softly, “How could I ever forget the steps to the music of our first dance as husband and wife?” A puzzled look quickly takes place upon your face, “Is that the same singer?” question asked as you look back and forth between the veiled woman and Vlad. “You’ll find that many of the faces in this room, once unmasked, will appear very familiar to you.” He spins you until your back is to his front, subconsciously tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck for Vlad to place a cold kiss directly over your pulse point. 

The tempo of the music picks up and you, on instinct, fall into a faster spin with Vlad. He dips you in front of a mirror, eyes snapping over to look at your reflection, the way it appears that you’re floating, Vlad nowhere to be found, none of the other guests can be seen either. You come to the sudden realisation that you’re a mere mortal in a room with hundreds of vampires, your mind begins slipping, remembering the fact that you’ve been choosing to ignore to instead relish in your past; Vlad is dead.

An undead creature who never grows old, who feeds on other humans, you realise how temporary your situation with him is in comparison to the rest of his life. This one minute moment in a sea of others that are sure to come, and all of a sudden, your life pales in comparison. You can feel your stomach turning with the sudden acknowledgement, a wave of nausea hitting you. As if he can sense where your thoughts are going he quickly scoops you back up, continuing the dance. “It’s alright my darling,” the hand upon your back quickly sweeping up and down in a soothing gesture. “There’s no need to fear, nothing is going to happen to you, everything is going to be alright.” He stares into your eyes, his own translating the sincerity of his words. 

You feel yourself relax with the reassurance, head coming to rest just under his own, your eyes closing as you gently press your face into his chest. “What’s going to happen to me?” you don’t feel the need to elaborate, as you’re sure Vlad already knows what you’re asking. “Nothing that you don’t want. If you choose, it will be one brief moment of pain, and we can be together forever.” You pull your head away from him, your eyes still closed as he dips you once more, his hand skating up the front of your dress to rest upon your neck. “What if I choose yes?” “Then it would be my honour, my love.” A deep breath taken in, then he screams, dropping you in a blaze of fire as the cape he’s wearing begins to burn. 

You stand up quickly, worriedly making your way towards him before you’re swept off the ground. All the air is knocked out of your lungs as you tumble onto a balcony, slamming straight into a door. Disoriented, you can make out someone saying your name and shaking your shoulders. “Wake up!” You gaze confused into the eyes of Gabriel, as you hear a voice from down below. 

“Gabriel…” his voice is even, words spoken slowly. “Oh Gabriel…” you stagger towards the bannister in time to see Vlad step into the middle of the room, the cloak that he was previously wearing off to the side in a smouldering pile. All the guests have cleared a wide berth for Vlad as he stops and gazes upwards, a certain fear emanating from them. “Oh Gabriel, welcome to my summer palace.” A smirk thrown up towards him before he turns his eyes towards you, giving you a subtle nod as Igor bursts into the room with the Frankenstein monster in tow, screaming his revenge. 

“Now that everything… is as it should be… Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you; Van Helsing!” The hundreds of vampires in the room unmask themselves, faces morphing into their sinister counterparts. The sound of screaming and screeching fills the room as you cover your ears, eyes cinching shut. Gabriel takes this as his moment to wrap an arm around you, pulling you away. You protest, squirming in an attempt to get out of his grip, which only causes him to hold you tighter and lift you off your feet. 

He burst through the door that you ran into, where you’re met with Anna right next to the door and Carl at the end of the hall next to a stained glass window. Passing Anna she grabs your arm, beginning to pick up speed with Van Helsing, causing you to squirm more, “Gabriel put me down!” But the protests fall on deaf ears. He strides with purpose towards Carl, a walk turning into a run. “O-Oh where are we going?” Carl stutters, dropping a device onto the floor, “Out the window!” and before either you nor Carl can protest, you shatter the probably thousand year old stained glass as you jump through. 

As you drop towards yet another river, a light equivalent to the sun fills up the entire palace, shattering all the other windows. The only thing you can think to do as you hurl through the air is to scream for Vlad, worried that he was caught in the blast of light, and then you once more drop into water. 

As you resurface you can hear the echoing of screams in the aether, your head continuously goes up and down as you struggle to get your bearings and to reorient yourself. Once you come up for good you take gasping breaths. Gabriel floats next to you, panting for breath with a certain ecstatic look upon his face, “Carl, you're a genius!” “Yes, a genius with access to unstable chemicals.” 

You watch as a boat with Igor, the Frankenstein Monster, and a few other strange looking creatures depart from the port, Van Helsing furiously swimming towards him, Carl and Anna following after. But you remain still. You can’t help but allow yourself to be consumed by the water for a moment, dropping back beneath the rippling current. The water is cold, all consuming, sending a shiver down your spine. You open your eyes, gazing up to see the moonlight cutting through the water and shining down to where you float. You watch the bones and remains of the vampires sink down to the bottom of the moat, the realisation that Vlad or any of the brides could be amongst them fill you with such an overpowering sense of loss. You clench your eyes shut and with the last little bits of breath in your lungs you scream. The air bubbles out of your mouth, floating upwards, you follow them, still screaming when you break the surface. 

The scream gains the attention of Gabriel, Anna, and Carl, who now hold onto a portcullis that had come down from the castle. Your voice gives out, eyes going blurry with tears, choked sobs making their way past your lips. You hear Anna call your name in a worried tone, beginning to make her way over to you. “Stay away,” voice so quiet that no one should have heard it, but Gabriel gives a sharp “Why?” You lift your head up to look at him, trying to blink the rain and tears out of your eyes. You’re about to say something but you see the half-circular red mark that had welted and scabbed over peeking out of his partially unbuttoned shirt. You’d recognize that mark anywhere. Years of pouring over all the books on the supernatural that you could find in the Abbey, hearing stories from Carl about the creation of monsters. 

Van Helsing had been bitten by a werewolf. 

Sensing your gaze upon the mark he places his hand over it. You continue to stare at him, not saying a word as Anna reaches you to place a comforting hand upon your shoulder. You hear her quietly ask what's wrong, turning to look at her, you see an abundance of understanding and hesitancy in her eyes. Could she know? Know that you felt your allegiances slipping to the other side? It was certain that Van Helsing knew, given by the anger in his eyes. 

You open your mouth to say something when the echoing sound of laughter comes through the air. You’d recognize that laugh anywhere. Three light shadows move through the sky, followed by one large dark shadow. You gasp as all 4 come swooping down towards the water, edges of wings slicing across the surface sending sprays arcing into the air. You watch as Carl and Van Helsing duck, Anna following their actions as well, her hand that was still on your arm tries to pull you down with her but before she can Vlad follows behind his brides, swooping down towards the water and plucking you from the surface. 

He makes a sharp turn upwards almost grazing the portcullis before flying higher and higher into the sky. He then straightens back out as you hang below him, Vlad holding onto you under your armpits as Aleera slows down to allow him to pass her before she places herself directly in front of you. You turn your head to look at her, noticing the ball of dark fabric within her arms. Watching as she unfurls it to reveal a cloak, placing the hood on top of your head before fastening it in place just below your collarbones. When it’s on you she gives a sharp grin before letting out another laugh and speeding up to resume her spot with Verona and Marishka. The wind whips at your back, causing the cloak to wrap around your front, you feel yourself being pulled up and jostled around until you’re almost in a position that resembles a bridal carry. Vlad uses one hand to pull the cloak all the way around your body, nestling you against him. You pull the hood further over your head before wrapping your arms into the cloak, balling it into your fists to hold onto the fabric, you turn your head until the wind is at the back of it, and at no risk of blowing the hood off. 

You shiver from the cold of your wet clothes, from the cold of the rain that is still falling, and from the wind that gets stronger from how fast you’re going through the air, the shivering leads to you being pulled impossibly closer to the creature that carries you, looking up to find sharp eyes already upon you, bat ears swivelling back and forth, listening for any signs of danger or discomfort. You can’t really read his expression, not in this form anyways. 

“How is it that I always end up falling from dangerous heights into water?” giving a half-hearted smile to convey that you’re telling a joke, and that you’ll be okay. You’re not given a verbal response, just a deep chuckle and the slight digging of sharp claws into your back, almost like his little way of jokingly warning you to ‘knock it off’. You let out a small giggle, laying your head against him once more, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

~~~

‘The peace that I felt, the sense of homeliness within the presence of Vlad and his Brides. The comfort of having these people who loved and cared for one another begin to love and care for me was something that I cannot describe in its entirety to you.’ 

There was no telling how long you were into the flight or where exactly you were going when you woke up. Your clothes were dry and the rain had stopped, although the clouds wherever you were out hovered ominously in the air with the promise of more. You let out a yawn, trying your best to stretch out your limbs while not trying to move so much that you felt like you’d fall. You feel a large hand about three times the size of your own smooth itself over the top of your hooded head before a deep rumbling voice lets out a curt remark of “Almost there.” 

It’s then that you see a large castle, much bigger than Castle Frankenstein or the one in Budapest. It has a bridge that leads nowhere, broken off not even one-fourth of the way across, surrounded by a deep abysmal ravine and peaks of snowy mountains for as far as the eyes can see, offering no way in, and no way out. 

Unless you had wings of course. 

The wives drop down around the halfway mark of the crumbled bridge and Vlad follows suit, dropping down effortlessly, transforming mid-descent, all with you still in his arms. He sets you on your feet slowly as the other three come towards you, their steps almost floating, the ethereal echoing filling the air around you once more. Hands come out to pat your hair and your clothes, various questions being thrown about; Are you alright? Are you cold? Do you need anything? You can’t help but fluster under all the attention, feeling your face grow warm. You go to answer their question before you’re caught off guard by a sneeze, which makes you shiver and bundle back into the cloak. They’re immediately sent into a panicked frenzy, going on about you falling ill from all the rain and cold, mumbles about a warm bath are the last thing you hear as they all disappear towards the castle doors, leaving you and Vlad standing there by yourselves. 

You turn to look at him, only to find him already staring at you, not that you’re surprised. He has this soft look in his eyes, one that you saw many times throughout your marriage in your previous life, there’s a smile on his face and you could swear that there was colour in his cheeks. 

You gaze around at your surroundings and are met with the sight of skeletons impaled on posts lining the bridge, giving Vlad an incredulous look you’re met with a look of sheer innocence. “Well I’ve seen this decor before.” laughing as you speak, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Vlad instantly responds without pause, wrapping his right arm around your shoulders, walking you towards the castle doors. “Oh really? So you’d have me believe that this is the doing of your brides?” feigning ignorance as you gently hit your forehead, “Oh silly me I had almost forgotten that you were married to Verona the Impaler.” sarcasm drips from your every word as he turns his head to look at you from under his brow. 

The walk remains silent for the next few minutes as you make your way inside the castle and begin traversing up the stairs. “Vlad,” met with a small hum, “How did you find this place?” You’re met with silence, watching as various emotions subtly twinge his features. “I didn’t find this place. I was banished here.” He doesn’t elaborate as you come to a set of doors, arm leaving your shoulders to hold it open for you. It opens to an expansive room, with another door in the room that is currently open with gentle wafts of steam billowing out of it. You’re met with the brides, who are finishing up drawing you a bath. You thank them repeatedly, stating that they didn’t need to do that for you, but are quickly silenced as they leave the room, except for Verona. 

“I’ll take your dress for you so it may be cleaned. The water has muddied it.” Giving a nod, you take off the cloak and move to drop it next to you before a hand swoops out and grabs it, throwing it over his forearm. Vlad then moves behind you to untie the laces of your dress, loosening it enough for you to drop it down your shoulders, where it is then promptly taken by Verona who leaves the room soon after. 

You make your way to the tub, trying to throw a leg over the edge in a very ungraceful manner before a hand is quickly placed on the small of your back, stabilising you as you lower yourself into the water that was at a perfect temperature. You move to take off all your jewellery, realising that you’re still wearing your wedding ring on a chain. Taking off the chain you remove the ring, acutely aware of Vlad’s eyes on you, sliding it onto your finger where it rightly belongs. 

“Are we still technically married?” question thrown thoughtlessly, “If I… you know, died.” growing quiet at the acknowledgement of your death, looking down and frowning to yourself. “Oh of course we are, my darling.” A cool hand tilting your chin back up to deliver you a kiss before pulling your head back some more to wet your hair. “Do not think otherwise.” 

You sit in a calm silence as he gently washes your hair before you decide to address what was really bothering you. “So, you were banished? By who?” He’s quiet for a few moments, the only sound in the room being the gently scraping of his claws as he swirls your hair around. “My father.” he says, voice nothing but a whisper, “after you and I died, I had a vision. The Devil had come to visit me to offer me eternal life, on the one condition that I would have to feast upon the living. I didn’t want it at first, I knew you were already gone, and the thought of living eternally without you was too much to bear, but the Devil told me that I’d be able to get you back if I agreed, so without thinking I made a pact with him.” 

Listening quietly as he rinses your hair and moves onto your body.

“When I awoke, I was in our home, in a pool of my own dried up blood. I saw the wreckage of the room and the rest of the estate and had no other option but to travel back to town. I walked on foot until I reached the Village where I was then met with the frightened looks of all the townspeople. When I arrived at the home of my father he was so disgusted by me and the demon that I had become that he had his men clap me in irons and walk me to a door of which there was no return, banishing me to this castle. I laid weak at the very edge of that bridge for many weeks, hoping that someone would come to let me back through, but when it was obvious that no one was coming, and that I was growing hungrier and weaker, I called upon the Devil once more, and he gave me wings.” 

You turn to look at him when the sound of light sizzling reaches your ears. “Oh, Vlad.” Reaching forward, the water of the tub gently sloshing with your movements, you place your hands on both sides of his face, fingers swiping carefully under his eyes to stop the tears before they can cause anymore damage. You pull his face towards you, placing your forehead against his own, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of his presence. “I’m so sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry for, my darling.” Leaning forward to kiss him, you move one hand upwards to push the wayward strand of hair out of his face. His own hands come up to cradle your head, smoothing down over the back of your neck. “You would not imagine how torturous of an existence it was without you.” Voice hoarse and deep, his eyes darting back and forth across your face. “I think I could.” Leaning back up to kiss him once more, this one lasting longer than the previous one. You press your lips impossibly closer against his own, letting a soft noise of content escape your throat, that draws a hum from Vlad in return.

“You don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to.” Pulling away and giving him the most sincere look you possibly could. The droplets of water on your back had dried and left you chilled, quickly dunking your body back underneath the surface of the warm water while Vlad reached for a very soft linen, gathering up all your hair and gently patting it dry. “No, no, it’s alright, my darling. After the Devil gave me wings I travelled to feast and rebuild my strength, then I went looking for you. Your body had washed up on a bit of shore quite far down the river, the shore was connected to a small alcove of trees and flowers. I buried you there, along with Agnes, where no one would ever be able to bother you.” He finishes with your hair, moving to grab another linen which he holds out across both arms. You take the initiative and lift yourself up and out of the tub, grabbing onto his shoulder for support as he wraps the soft and plush fabric around you, before helping you out. 

When you reenter the grand bedroom you find that a fire has been lit in the fireplace across from the bed, the flames roaring and flickering, filling the space with a comfortable warmth. You also find, to your shock, that your dress is sitting dry on the edge of the bed, cleaned and looking brand new. “Help me with it?” gesturing your hand to the dress, moving towards it as Vlad does the same, continuing with his story as he laces it up for you. 

“My existence trudged by slowly and painfully for many years after that. Even though I no longer feel emotion the way I once did, I can still feel hints of it, little tuggings of yearning or sorrow. I needed something to fill the loss, and that’s when I found Verona. She was a princess, if you couldn’t tell, she had regality and poise and she was stubborn in a way that reminded me of you. Then Marishka, who was a dancer in a travelling show, and then Aleera, who lived in the Village with Anna.” You raise your eyebrows, even though he can’t see it. “I didn’t realise that Aleera was that young.” a taunting lilt in your voice, remembering that you were only twenty years old when Vlad married you in 1460.

He pulls a little tighter on the strings, causing you to gasp and whip your head around to give him a look that simply says ‘Seriously?’  You open your mouth to say something when your stomach lets out a sound that rivals that of the fire blazing in the room, a heat filling your face as you slightly pucker your lips out of embarrassment. He laughs at this, tying off your dress. “Come, let’s get you something to eat.”

~~~

You spend the next two days relaxing in the company of the Brides, the more time you spend with them the more you come to love them. Marishka is witty, Aleera is a gossip, and Verona is a scholar, and their varying personalities make for a refreshing change throughout the day. You had, however, indulged all the girls in stories of what Vlad was like when he was still alive, the wistful look in all their eyes making it hard to deny them anything. You didn’t leave out a single detail, telling stories that made the girls cry, giggle, and blush, saying things that Vlad would surely deny if he was ever asked about them. 

Vlad had disappeared, to where exactly in the castle, you weren’t sure, but you were fairly certain it had something to do with the Frankenstein Monster and reviving the undead children. Even though the girls could keep you distracted you couldn’t help but have that nagging fear at the back of your mind; Van Helsing was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop until Vlad and the Brides were dead. Gabriel is vindictive and persistent, and you’ve seen what happens to those who test him. You’d expressed these feelings to the Brides, who had immediately began comforting you, the ethereal echoing and cooing bouncing off the stone walls as you were hugged and held while you spilled your every thought to them.

When you’d told them that Gabriel had been bitten by a werewolf, they all grew deadly quiet. The cooing had quickly turned into scared whispers that sent a chill down your spine before Verona quickly jumped up, changed, then flew off, presumably to pass this new information along to Vlad. 

“Vlad can control the wolves though, right?” A look passes between Marishka and Aleera, before the latter turns to you, “Only after their first full moon, before that they pose so much trouble.” “We can be killed by stakes, holy water, and other things, but Vlad is the first of us, our master, and he cannot be killed so easily.” chimes in Marishka before also leaving, quickly following after Verona. “There is only one thing in this world that can kill Dracula.” words spoken softly, timidly, Aleera sliding a hand down your arm before she moves to leave. “Can you guess what it is?”

Yes, you could guess. A werewolf. 

~~~

‘The final battle was beginning. I could feel myself being split in two, the half that was loyal to Anna, Carl, Van Helsing and the Vatican was fighting the half that was loyal to my husband, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera.

You had spent the rest of the night alone, sleep not finding you as you retired back to the bedroom, only to pace back and forth, nerves and nausea tearing at your stomach. It was later on during the witching hour when the door quietly opened, a dark figure making its way inside. “Vlad!” Crying out his name breathlessly, rushing to him to throw your head into his chest and your arms around his waist. His arms immediately find their way around you, pulling you so tight against him that there is no way to move, a gentle kiss pressed against the top of your head. 

He bends his knees, one arm lowering to rest right beneath your butt, hoisting you up effortlessly into his arms before walking over to the bed and laying down with you atop him. Your head lays on his chest, yet the room is absolutely silent. There is no noise beneath your ear, no gentle pulsing of a heartbeat, just hollow silence. The two of you say no words, and truth be told you don’t really think any need be spoken. You both understand what is to come, the battle that is no doubt making its way towards you. Vlad just holds you, a hand atop your head, lithe fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner. You feel yourself drifting to sleep, eyes growing heavy. You can hear him mummering to you in a language long forgotten in your dreary haze, making out a few words here and there. 

Another kiss is placed gently upon your forehead as the heavy covers of the bed are pulled up and over you, protecting you from the bitter cold of the castle. And with that, you sleep.

~~~

When you awake it is to the sound of thunder, and the view of lightning and pouring rain. There’s just the tiniest hint of light filtering through the rain, but the ever-prevalent darkness tells you that it’s almost nighttime, meaning that you’ve woken up just before everyone else. You step out of bed, stretching, before making your way over to the door. As you step out you’re met with the sight of the Dwergi roaming through the halls carrying various tools and papers. They don’t speak to you, they don’t even look at you, they just continue bustling down the hall as if you weren’t even there. You go the opposite direction of the Dwergi and make your way down the flight of stairs that leads to the connecting hall of the castle that will lead you to the wing where Vlad and the girls sleep. 

It’s then that you can hear the frantic blubbering of Igor from the main entrance. “How did you- how did you find… it’s impossible!” Quickly peeking out from around the corner of the door, you’re met with the sight of Igor hanging from the wall, blubbering some more as the person in front of him throws a hand around his neck. 

Van Helsing was here. 

You quickly try to think of a way to get around them so you can warn Vlad that they’re here when a loud shriek fills the entire castle, reverberating off the walls so loudly that you have to cover your ears for a split moment. You can faintly hear Igor, “my master has awakened,” and you take that as your moment to quickly sprint across the hall when the attention of everyone is taken by the Frankenstein Monster. 

You run up the stairs, following your instinct of where Vlad would be. You know that usually when he awakes he goes to the overseeing of the Dwergi working on bringing the children back to life, so you run as fast as you can to the Laboratory. Making your way up the spiral staircase that leads to the top of the tower you’re hit with the strangest sense of Deja Vu, ignoring the pit in your stomach that tells you the last time you went up a staircase like this you died. 

The doors open as you approach them, the Dwergi ever diligent in their appeasement of the masters of this home. You quickly stride across the room, dodging sparks and Dwergi before making your way to Vlad in the middle of the room. “Vlad! Vlad he’s here, Van Helsing is here.” words spoken in a panic, eyes wide open as you gasp for breath. You’re sure he can feel your fear, your heartbeat pounding wildly out of control, the whooshing of blood in your ears making it hard to hear anything else. 

His eyebrows furrow before his facial features morph into one of sheer rage, face partially transforming as he lets out an inhuman screech. Not even a split second later, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera appear before you, awaiting word from Vlad. “If Van Helsing has truly been bitten, they will go for the cure, I want you to go and stop them. Stop them and bring the cure to me.” They disappear as fast as they arrive, flying off in a mixture of shrieks and laughs. 

“And as for you, my darling.” Turning to look at you before you promptly cut him off. “No, I’m staying right here.” He protests, but you shut those down as well. “No, Vlad. You remember what happened the last time Van Helsing broke into our home and we were both apart from one another.” The question was rhetorical, and it seemed to garner the reaction that you wanted, Vlad seeming to be in deep thought. He slowly nods his head, but points back over to the door. “Fine, but you stay over there. Out of the way, you forget that you are still human, my darling.”

You wait anxiously by the door like Vlad told you, watching as lightning strikes and fills the room with an eerie green glow. Throwing your arms over your head for some form of protection as you hear a shout of “Give me life!” echo through the room. “One more bolt and my young will live!” You watch as Vlad suddenly becomes enraged, flying through one of the glass windows of the room. 

Moments later Van Helsing drops through the open tower that leads into the middle of the room, setting a few Dwergi on fire as he bursts through machinery. He stumbles as he stands back up, face twisted in confusion and pain, looking around the room. He spots you by the door, in your dress, covered in jewels with your hair done, looking every bit the part of one of Vlad’s brides. He looks betrayed, and for a moment you feel a sharp pain in your chest, wishing that you could say something to him, but before you could even think of what to say, Vlad drops back down, quietly behind Gabriel, sneaking up on him. 

“You are too late, my friend! My children live!” Vlad exclaims, stalking towards Gabriel, “Then the only way to kill them, is to kill you.” Nodding his head with a loose hand gesture, “Correct.” This causes Gabriel to laugh as he moves in front of the window, “Then so be it!” dropping his coat off as the clock strikes midnight. He transforms into a wolf with each toll of the clock as Vlad gives you a quick look before feigning surprise, maniacally laughing. 

“We are both part of the same great game, Gabriel! But we need not find ourselves on opposite sides of the board!” Quickly changing himself as he and Gabriel begin fighting one another. You duck down quickly next to a barrel as they traverse the whole room, explosions following their movements. 

You watch as Vlad throws a board off of himself, walking towards the middle of the room. “You are being used, Gabriel, as was I, but I escaped, so can you!” Before quickly flying off as Van Helsing jumps for him. You gasp as Vlad is thrown to the ground in a sound of extreme pain, revealing a broken wing. Watching as he jumps up to a platform, before falling, rolling over to his side to reveal that he is covered in blood and scratches. Van Helsing extends his claws before dragging them down a pillar in a threatening manner, jumping up to Vlad.

“Don’t you understand?” Backing away from Van Helsing, there’s a very obvious limp in his gait, causing you to step out from your spot, moving closer to where the two are. “We could be… We could be friends! Partners! Brothers in arms!” trying in vain to get away as Van Helsing catches him by the neck. You scream out his name, moving towards him before an arm is quickly gestured in your way, a sign for you to stay away. 

“Did I mention that it was you who murdered me? It must be such a burden, such a curse, to be the left hand of God.” Quickly appearing behind Van Helsing, “All I want is life, Gabriel. The continuation of my kind.” He throws a look towards you before holding up his hand, ring finger suddenly missing, “And perhaps the return of my ring! Don’t be afraid Gabriel, don’t be afraid. I shall give you back your life, your memory.” 

You miss the rest of what happens as a vial is placed in your hand. Snapping your head around your met with Verona, her vampiric face covered in scratches and bloody marks. “Give it to him, we must finish holding off the monster and the girl.” Flying back off to wherever she came from, you turn around right as Van Helsing jumps across the room, pinning Vlad to a piece of machinery, catching him off guard. 

He struggles to fight him off, Van Helsing's mouth getting closer and closer to Vlads neck. Vlad is using both hands to try and keep the werewolf as far away from him as possible, so giving him the cure is out of the option. 

There’s only one thing that you can do. 

Running across the room you’re able to make it to the pair right as Vlad’s arms give out from the effort of keeping Van Helsing away. He goes in for the finishing move but before he can your shoe scuffs against the floor, gaining his attention. He turns around, growling, pouncing on you without even a second look. You gasp as you’re hit, vaguely registering Vlad scream as you fly through the air with the wolf, quickly sticking the syringe into his side as you hit against a pillar, landing limply on the ground. 

Eyes wide open, but not seeing, slowly clouding over as you breathe your last breath, leaving nothing but a corpse on the floor. 

~~~

“No! What have you done!” words screamed throughout the room, Dracula making an ear-piercing shriek as he made his way across to you, pulling you into his arms, gently cradling your head. Cries of pain and shock are heard throughout the room as Gabriel turns back into himself, dropping to his knees before the dead body of his friend. 

Dracula is muttering words to you that Gabriel can’t understand as the three brides come bursting in through a window, one of them grabbing him by his shoulders and throwing him out the window onto the bridge that connects to the mirror they came through. On the bridge he is met with the sight of Anna, Carl, and the Frankenstein Monster slumped against the reflective surface. He approaches, shaking the shoulders of Anna and Carl to wake them up. Anna awakens first, groggily, “What is it? What happened?” placing her hand atop of Gabriels, the fog of her mind clearing away as she realises that Gabriel is crying. “What is it, Van Helsing, what has happened? Is Dracula dead?” He shakes his head, mummering your name quietly. “What about her? Is she alright?” He makes eye contact with Carl who is now also awake, watching as the realisation hits Carl, lip quivering “She’s dead.” Carl says with a finality, hanging his head and also crying. 

Van Helsing places his hand and quietly murmurs the word that will get the door to open before standing up and limping his way through. 

Damn the Vatican, as far as they’ll know, Dracula was defeated.

~~~

“No! What have you done!” words choked out through his injured throat. He lets out a shriek that will summon his Brides to him, running towards you before swooping to his knees, grabbing you, watching as your limbs remain limp, head flopping on a broken neck. He can feel the tears come, feel them burning tracks through his skin but he can’t find it in himself to care. He’s vaguely aware of Verona riding the room of Van Helsing, before all three of his brides drop sadly next to him, all of them holding onto you. Cries echo throughout the room, his pain is their pain, but their pain is also their own, given all the bonding they had done with you over the past few days. 

He places one hand upon your chest, right over your heart, and that’s when he feels one faint, barely-there swoosh of blood travelling through the organ. 

It’s not too late.

Ducking his head down immediately to latch his teeth onto your neck, draining you of your blood. He holds his arm out, feeling a nail slice down his wrist, not sure who’s but it really doesn’t matter. He holds his hand to your face as he continues to drink your blood, watching his own trickle into your mouth. He pulls away from you, leaning his head towards his shoulder to wipe his mouth off, waiting for the cut on his wrist to heal itself, deeming that enough of his blood had been shared. 

You remain eerily still. Not a twitch of the muscles, a blink of the eye, nothing. “Normally there would be a reaction by now.” words murmured to himself, but are met by the supportive whispers and touches of his Brides. “Oh, my Lord.” Verona speaks, running a gentle hand across his face, “It takes some time, you remember how long it was until it took with Marishka. We waited almost all night.” Marishka murmurs her agreement, remembering the words spoken to her when she had awoken to her new life, ‘We thought you weren’t going to make it.’ But she had made it, and surely you would too. 

“Let's move her to her room, master.” Aleera standing up and moving towards the door, “She will be more comfortable there.” Vlad can’t help but agree, moving his arm that wasn’t cradling your head under your knees and scooping you up, making his way towards the door. He walks quietly through the halls, dropping you gently on the bed before making his way to the bathroom to retrieve a damp linen to wipe the blood off with. When he arrives back in the main suite he notices that his Brides have already removed all your jewels and undressed you, finding a soft shirt that Vlad briefly recognizes as one of his own to take the place of the dress you were wearing. 

He quietly wipes down your shoulder where he bit you, small flakes of dry and crusted blood coming off with ease. He then tosses the linen off to the side and takes a gentle seat next to you on the bed so as to not jostle you around. 

Vlad is a patient man, and vows to sit and wait for as long as you may need. 

~~~

You wake up in the room that belongs to you and Vlad. Sunlight shining in through the large windows, filling the room with tiny fragments of rainbows. You turn your head to the side and gaze upon your husband sleeping peacefully beside you, not being able to help the soft smile that overtakes your face. Leaning back down to place a flurry of kisses along the warm skin of his face, giggling quietly to yourself. 

The quiet romanian muttering as he stretches all his limbs at once alert you to the fact that you have succeeded in waking him up, watching as he cracks one eye open for only a split second before it closes again. “It is far too early, my darling.” His arm comes to pull you back down towards the plush surface of the bed, wrapping you up snug against himself. “Too early? Vlad, it's daytime.” “Still far too early for my taste, and besides, you should be getting all the rest you can.” A finger poking gently at your stomach. “It will be good for you both.” 

You don’t argue, cuddling up to him and placing your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

Wait, Vlad doesn’t have a heartbeat. 

You snap open your eyes, the room is no longer sunny, it’s stormy and reeks of death. You’re covered head to toe in blood and Vlad’s dead body is laying in the centre of the room, hand clutching his chest, a pool of blood surrounding him. 

You spin around, breathing, panicking, turning towards the doorway when a hand of claws snatches you up by the neck; Gabriel. He walks you to the window before throwing you out, you fall, plummeting towards your doom, when all of a sudden you stop.

You stop mid-air, something catching you. Turning your gaze upwards assuming you’d find something holding yourself, something that was preventing you from falling, only to find nothing but clear sky. You hear the gentle whooshing of wings, grey clipping through your line of sight out of your peripheral vision. Frantically looking around, slightly panicked you realise that the wings are yours. Looking down at the rest of you only to be faced with the sight of ashy grey skin, hands lifting up revealing lithe fingers with monstrous claws. 

You don’t panic, no, instead you revel in it. Smiling to yourself as you launch yourself into the sky, wings working furiously to move you higher and higher, and you bask in the feeling of freedom that it brings you. You move up towards the clouds, white filling your vision. 

And then you wake up. 

~~~

You open your eyes, overwhelmed by everything you see. 

It’s as if the whole world has changed, everything is so much more clear than it used to be. You can see everything; the intercrossing of the fabric of the sheets that lay overtop of you, the various colours of the flickering flames in the fireplace across the room, the detail of each individual snowflake that falls in front of the window. Turning your vision to the left, finding Vlad sitting on the edge of the bed facing the wall. 

Moving a hand from where it lays across your chest to place it gently on his arm. He jumps in surprise as you snap him out of whatever melancholic reverie that he was in, head snapping around to gaze at you in pure disbelief and relief. He scoops you up into a sitting position as he pulls your torso against his own in what should have been, quite literally, a bone crushing hug. “I thought it hadn’t worked.” words muffled from where his head lays pressed against the crook of your neck. “You were so still for so long, I… Never, never leave me again, I couldn’t bear it.” 

Pulling your head back slightly, Vlad doing the same, the two of you hold eye contact for a moment, opening your mouth to say something you instantly grimace, closing it back and reaching a hand up to grasp your throat, a searing pain now making itself known, a pain that you recognize as thirst. “Are you hungry?” Nodding your head to him at the same time the door to the room bursts open, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera pouring into the room in a symphony of ethereal echoings and giggles. Aleera is carrying a cup of a viscous red fluid which she then hands over to you. “Perfectly aged, to tide you over until we can get to the village.” 

Taking the contents of the cup with greedy gulps, you find that it doesn’t taste as metallic as you would’ve thought, in fact it’s not metallic at all, it’s actually rather sweet. It helps the pain in your throat enough that you can pretend it’s not there, at least until you get some more. The other four people in the room watching your reaction, and as you tilt the cup all the way to the ceiling to try and get the last dregs from it there’s a deep chuckle from Vlad. 

“Don’t worry, my darling, we’ll leave for the village and then you may sate your thirst.” 

The girls grab you, pulling you up from the bed, once the sheet drops you realise that you’re back in your dress, fully looking the part of your new life. There’s giggling and excitement filling the air, and you can help but practically vibrate in place from the joy that’s coursing through your veins. Once you’re up you all prance out the door and into the hallway. 

Vlad watches on in contentment at the billowing of green, yellow, pink, and blue fabrics through the hallway, the four of you radiating sheer joy and happiness. 

You’re not exactly sure where you’re going, but you follow the girls willingly. They lead you to a large room with dramatic arches on the ceiling, and large, sheer drapes hanging down from various spots. There’s a thick stone coffin with no top lying in the dead centre of the room surrounded by tall candelabras and you assume that it’s Vlad’s, which leads you to wonder where the girls sleep. Across the room there’s a carved out arch that leads to nothing but a solid wall, and you wonder what it’s even there for. When Vlad finally does catch up to you he throws his arms out wide, welcoming all four of you to him. When you’re all together you begin to slide across the floor towards the wall, the second you come into contact with it, you seem to almost melt through it, coming out the other side to a room that you remember being in Castle Frankenstein. 

It’s a portal. 

There’s an open skylight in the room that it leads out into, and when the girls begin to transform you know that’s your exit to the village. They fly up, leaving you and Vlad alone in the room, but hovering over the Castle, flying around in circles until you’re ready to join them. 

You stand awkwardly for a moment, turning to look at Vlad. “Um, how do I, you know,” arm coming up to gesture loosely towards the sky. “There’s really no way to explain it, you don’t think, my darling, you just do it.” Transforming himself, lapels melding into wings before he too, takes flight. 

“Oh yes because that advice is so helpful.” mumbling under your breath even though you know that he can hear you still, nevertheless you try to take his advice, willing yourself to fly, closing your eyes tight and balling up your fists to focus. When you hear cackles of laughter close by you open your eyes back up, realising that you’ve lifted through the skylight and are in-fact flying. Your skin grey to match the wives, equipped with claws and teeth of your own. 

You fly in a few test circles before giving a reassuring nod to them all. Then, you all take off towards the village. As you fly, you notice three horses racing through the mountains out of the corner of your eye, your newfound heightened senses allowing you to see miles ahead of where you used to be able to before. 

Upon one of the horses, is someone in a shaggy brown cloak; Carl. On the second, someone with a head full of curls, bouncing behind them with the movement of the horse; Anna. And on the last, someone who wears a leather coat and a hat, someone who with all his training surely recognises the feeling of the eyes that lay upon him as his head turns to look back, someone who notices that there is one more bat in the air than there used to be, someone who ignores this fact as he turns back around and continues on his way.

And so do you. 

~

Originally posted April 14th, 2023.

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[nonaheksakontan]

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[darlingpetao3]

One of Those Faces (H.R. Wells x Reader x Harry Wells, Part 2)

Rating: G

Summary: As a barista at Jitters, an accident leads you to meet the charming and energetic H.R. But some time later, he returns as a massive standoffish grump. It’s as if he’s two different people…

A/N: Here is the second part to @hwells-ho-train​ & my collaboration we started a while back! I wonder what will happen next...

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @pinkdiamond1016​ 

PART 1

It’s been a week since your first run in with the mercurial HR Wells and you’re no closer to figuring him out than you were before. For example, not two hours after he popped by before you opened, HR dropped by again. Only this time, the grim demeanor was nowhere to be found, just his bright, toothy grin that greeted you like so much sunshine. Feeling a little skittish after your earlier encounter, you didn’t immediately acknowledge him.

Leaning against your counter, he doffed his hat like a real gentleman, his smile fixed firmly in place.

“Has anyone seen (Y/N), fairest barista in all of Central City, possibly the world?” 

He made a production of looking around, scanning for you and you couldn’t stop the shy smile at his antics.

“Has a beautiful smile,” he cooed. “I’ve come to inquire after her hand.”

You can feel the heat blooming across your face, so you attempt to play it off. “I’m afraid, good sir, that you’ll have to speak with my father if you wish to ask for my hand.” 

Judging by the look of surprise and delight he’s gifting you right now, your playfulness has definitely paid off.

HR claps. “Touché, milady, touché! I’m happy to see your little mochaccino mishap hasn’t left you with any lasting scars.” His bright look melts into something a bit… warmer, as he reaches forward to take your hand in his. “While marriage might not be on the table yet, mayhap dinner and a stroll through the park tomorrow night?”

Though his words are bold, hope is clearly shining in his eyes and you’re left wondering if he really believes there’s a chance you might not say yes.

“I get off at eight.” You strive for casual nonchalance, but the warmth from his massive hand holding yours makes you feel a bit giddy.

“That sounds promising.” HR’s brows give a suggestive wiggle and he winks at you.

Your breathy giggle escapes before you know it, making you feel like the worst kind of ditz, but HR gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and promises to meet you at nine.

——————

“Ugh!” You twist left and right, popping your tired back. “What a day.”

Rene, the night-shift manager had called off, leaving you to stay and take the shift yourself. Normally, this would’ve been super irritating, but since Rene had offered to cover your closing shift tomorrow, freeing you up for your date with HR, you weren’t too upset about it. So with that happy thought in mind, you finished closing up shop.

You’d grabbed your jacket and purse and headed towards the door to leave when a shadow outside startled you. It was HR! Grinning at your favorite customer, you unlocked the door. You noted that he was once again bundled up in a black jacket and baseball cap, shoulders hunched and blue eyes darting around furtively.

“Hey, you, back again? Couldn’t wait til tomorrow night?”

He squints at you. “Eh, I was just hoping for a coffee, but you’re closed, I’ll go.”

“No, wait!” 

The questions raced through your brain, but you pushed them aside because HR was looking at you expectantly. “A simple coffee is really no trouble.” You held the door open for him, and for a split second, you thought he was going to take you up on your offer.

“Never mind, I really shouldn’t be having caffeine this late anyway.”

And with that, he turned back the way he came and marched off down the sidewalk.

The mental whiplash with this man is real.

Could he be worth it...?

——————

The next day, the day of your date with HR, another weird encounter with a grumpy version of the man leaves you even more mystified. With hopes of trying to perk him up, you bring up your impending date and how much you’re looking forward to it.

“Can you stop pretending as if you know me and just take my order?” he barks at you, looking like he’s just as lost as you. Okay. You are officially thrown off and thinking maybe you’ve agreed to a date with a lunatic. Is the man vitamin deficient?

Whatever. You don’t need this.

You think that maybe you’ll have to make an excuse to break off your date with him. With the way he’s been acting lately, especially with what had happened, he probably wouldn’t even care all that much.

But wouldn’t you know it, a few hours later, HR now in a completely different outfit and hat, returns. How much coffee does this guy need?

“May I please have your most delectable Brazilian Roast?” he asks you at the counter with a charming tip of his hat. You won’t fool me this time, Mister. 

“Yeah, coming up,” you say in the most aloof response you’ve probably ever uttered. At this, HR is clearly totally bewildered. Not so nice when the shoe is on the other foot, is it? 

“I can’t wait for our lovely evening promenade, tonight,” he offers, as a form of trying to keep the conversation alive. You know the feeling all too well, especially recently.

“About that… I think I have to cancel.”

“Why on this beautiful Earth do you think such a thing?”

“Honestly? I’m not so keen when a guy snaps at me mere hours ago about being a stranger to him and to ‘just take his order.’”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, who would say such a thing to the kindest barista I’ve met in my lifetime? Shall I track him down?”

You stare at HR, dumbfounded.

“It was you, HR. Don’t tell me you don’t remember? Do you have a Jekyll and Hyde thing going on? Or an evil twin?”

And then his widen in what you’re assuming is understanding.

“Holy sassafras!” he shouts, causing several heads to turn in his direction. He points at you. “Don’t go anywhere. I suppose you wouldn’t since you’re working, but still! I promise I will explain everything. I’ll be right back, fairest (Y/N)!”

But by the time HR returns, things have started to die down after the three o’clock rush. You have conveniently taken your break when he strides in with whomever he has in his tight grasp. This stranger is loud and adamantly refusing to come inside.

Wait, why does that voice sound so familiar…?

HR shoves his prisoner towards you. The man in all black stumbles forward. It’s only when he stands up straight, and adjusts his black cap that you recognize his face. It’s… HR’s face?

“(Y/N), meet Harry. Harry, (Y/N).”

This Harry man frowns at you.

And you cross your arms.

The showdown begins.

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[lilacmoon83]

Finding You Always

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Chapter 224: Blackout

Snow hummed sleepily and turned over, instantly finding David's side of the bed empty. She didn't worry though, for his side was still warm and her heart could sense his own nearby. She felt him come back into their bed chambers before she saw him and smiled, as she clutched the bedsheets around her unclothed body.

"Good morning," he purred, as she looked him up and down. Just sleep pants, a sleeveless gray shirt, and slightly mussed hair. She was sure there couldn't be a sexier man than her husband.

"Where did you go?" She asked.

"Well…I was going to make you breakfast, but then I realized that we have staff again and they're insistent that I let them handle the kitchen, so I came back," he said, as he slipped back into bed.

"I figured there are...other things we can do while we wait for breakfast," he said softly, as he pulled her into his arms. She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

"Mmm...I hope you mean things like we did last night," she purred, as she nuzzled his ear and her words created tiny puffs of air in his ear. His eyes glazed at that and she kissed just below his ear, before sucking the lobe of his ear between her lips.

"Snow…" he breathed and she felt him pressing against her.

"Mmm...definitely a repeat of last night and I may have been a bit tipsy, but I remember last night very well," she whispered.

"We played hard...but then we always do…" she purred to him again and he felt hot all over.

"Snow…" he breathed again.

"But you didn't have this many clothes on…" she said, as she pushed his shirt up and over his head and made the same quick work of his sleep pants.

"Mmm...much better," Snow said, as she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. He was always marveling at how beautiful she was and revering her as such, but it was never lost on Snow how gorgeous and handsome he was. She made sure she did plenty of her own marveling.

She slid her hands purposefully down his sculpted torso and to the member between his legs. He was already hard and erect and she put her small hand around his considerable length, watching him writhe beneath her.

"Snow…" he breathed, as he gazed up at her straddling him, completely naked and beautiful, her round, pert breasts in his full, delighted view. She smirked down at him and shifted her body so that she was fully straddling his hips now and he groaned in pleasured agony, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, pushing him inside her body.

"Snow…" he cried and bit her bottom lip, as she stared down at the sight that was him before her.

"I love you so much…" Snow breathed, as she began riding him. He was beside himself, as she made love to him and he watched her roll her hips over his with deep, languid gallops. He cried out, as he felt himself pulse almost painfully inside her and she felt it too.

"Come baby...come for me…" she requested, as she panted for air due to the sexual exertion. She felt her entire body begin to tremble, as she drove him into her sweet spot with every thrust. She threw her head back and he watched, mesmerized by her naked breasts bouncing against her chest. He let out a strangled cry, as he came inside her and she rode him through his orgasm.

"Oh Charming…" she cried, as he was there to hold her as she came as well and their lips crashed together, as she writhed and trembled flush against his hard body. They were so thoroughly tangled together that one would not be able to discern where one began and the other ended.

"So beautiful…" David rasped, as he kissed at her neck and her breasts, while she thrashed in the throes of passion.

"Mine…" he said possessively, as she stilled finally and he kissed her passionately.

"Yours...forever…" she breathed, as they lay sated together in the aftermath of their intense bout of sex.

"This was way better than breakfast," she said, with a giggle.

"It was...but now I really am starved. Good thing they know to leave the breakfast tray at that door and not come in, because there is no hiding what just happened," he joked. She giggled again.

"Yeah...we definitely have sex hair," she said, as they heard a knock at the door and then retreating footsteps. They had a reputation, after all, and the staff neither wanted to intrude or accidentally see something they probably shouldn't. He smirked and wrapped the sheet around his waist, as he pulled their tray in. Snow sat up and covered her unclothed body with the blanket, as they proceeded to have breakfast together.

~*~

Drizella paced in Jekyll's lab, waiting impatiently on the item he was working on for her.

"Well...is it ready?" Drizella asked impatiently.

"You must have patience. This sort of thing cannot be rushed," Jekyll warned. She scoffed.

"I don't know why I can't just use the mirror thing like Regina used to," Drizella complained.

"I explained that to you. Snow and her Charming prince have had that same former Evil Queen enchant all of their looking glasses to keep anyone from using them to spy," he reminded her. She scoffed in annoyance again.

"But this will be much better anyway. This nano technology in these devices will transmit directly to our cellular phone devices and give us a crystal clear signal," Jekyll said, as he made the final modification and the device did as it was programmed to do, flying off to it's programmed location.

"Now...we just wait for it to arrive and it should begin to transmit the signal," he said.

"Fine...have you perfected the serum then?" she asked.

"I have...made a few adjustments, but there are still no guarantees. Are you sure you still want it?" he questioned.

"Yes! If I am to be the new Evil Queen...then I must do what she did, especially if I want to get Charming's attention," she said.

"And what exactly are you planning to do?" he asked curiously.

"Exactly what the Queen used to do. Terrorize the poor peons in the villages so the valiant Prince Charming will come to their defense," she replied.

"An...interesting plan," he said. Honestly, he loathed teaming up with this foolish twit, but if she provided some inane distraction for the prince, then he would use it to make strides toward getting what he wanted and that was the fair Snow White.

"Ah...it looks like our signal is coming through," he said, as an image of the Charming castle came through on their phones, particularly focusing on the balcony. She gasped, as it gave her the image of Charming on the balcony, seemingly freshly showered, and shirtless for the moment.

"I swear...the man never wears a shirt," Jekyll grumbled. Snow came into view then and wrapped her arms around him, as they shared a kiss.

"Ugh...I hate her!" Drizella complained.

"She is definitely far more beautiful than you," Jekyll said and she glared at him.

"Just give me the injection...I'll make him mine, even if it's the last thing I do," she said, as she held her arm out.

"Being that there could be unknown side effects...it could be. Are you sure?" he asked.

"Give it to me," she ordered and he obliged with the injection.

~*~

Zorro could hear the hooves of the horse galloping closer and nodded with a curt bow of respect, as Fandral arrived, along with Rose. The former hopped down off the horse and then gently helped his Queen to the ground, as they joined hands.

"Your Majesties," he greeted.

"Is this where you saw that man?" Fandral asked.

"Yes…I used the fancy phone device to take a photo, I believe it's called," Zorro replied, as he showed the photo to them.

"I wonder if this is the General that Major Donovan spoke about?" Rose questioned.

"It very well may be, which means he knows our location and the barrier is the only thing keeping him out," Fandral replied.

"Send that to my phone and we will certainly present this to Snow and David at the meeting later this morning," Rose said. The masked warrior nodded.

"I hope they have ways of making sure he and the rest of this world stay out. I don't think invasion would bode well," Zorro mentioned.

"No...we don't believe so either and we will defend our Kingdoms," Fandral agreed, as he and Rose mounted their horse again and headed off to Misthaven.

~*~

Snow smiled at him, as he was busied buttoning his shirt, while she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair. It was getting long again, not nearly as long as it had been long ago, but it now brushed just at her shoulders.

"Ready?" he asked, as she stood up and welcomed his arms around her and they shared a kiss.

"Yes...another war room meeting led by my very handsome, sexy husband," she purred, as their lips met in another passionate kiss.

"Remind me why we got out of bed?" he asked and she giggled.

"Well, we sort of have a Kingdom to run, among other things," she reminded him playfully, as they exited their chambers, hand in hand, and made their way to the war room once again. Most everyone was gathered there by that time and they took their place at the head of the table.

"You're on time today," Patricia teased.

"No, they're not. I told them to be here by nine and everyone else by ten and it's now ten so we're all on time," Regina said. David rolled his eyes and Snow smiled coyly.

"Yeah...well, we took down two evil human trafficking scumbags last night with demon powers so we deserved that extra hour," he argued. Regina smirked.

"Touche," she agreed, as Patricia presented the bulletin board before them, which had photos of the thirteen heads of the families they were after. There were red x's through the photos of Erin Mercer and Stefan Landers now though.

"Since we know now that Mephisto possessed these two, I think it's safe to say that we are now dealing with all heads of these families being demon-possessed now," Patricia began.

"Lovely…" Emma deadpanned.

"We weren't ready for it, but now we are and these two didn't seem to have a complete handle on their powers," David mentioned.

"He's right...and somehow I doubt we'll get that lucky with the others," Snow agreed.

"And we know that this one here...may know our exact location. This is him, yes?" Fandral asked his right hand, Zorro. The masked man nodded.

"Yes...that is the man I saw just beyond the barrier," he confirmed.

"General Mendoza...he was my direct superior," Patricia said.

"And he's also the head of one of the families?" Snow asked. She nodded.

"He is nearly a carbon copy of his ancestor, Antonio de Mendoza," Aphrodite said.

"You knew his ancestor?" David asked. James nodded.

"We met him when I was Adonis. He was actually a Navigator to the Dragon King and Queen. But he betrayed them and joined Clayton to pursue Cibola," Aphrodite replied.

"So that's how his family ended up in the Land Without Magic," Leo deduced. Aphrodite nodded.

"He's definitely the last for us to take on. He has military might behind him. Some know how evil he is, but most soldiers follow his orders blindly and if we take him on too soon, a lot of innocent military men and women could be caught in the crossfire," Patricia said.

"Not to mention we might ignite a war between us and the armies of the world," Eva added.

"Exactly," Patricia agreed.

"Okay...then we pick someone else to take on next," David said.

"If I may...I suggest Jeremiah Crane, the descendant of none other than Ichabod Crane," Patricia replied.

"The Ichabod Crane? Of Headless Horseman fame?" Belle asked curiously.

"So goes the story among those in this inner circle," Patricia replied.

"But I thought Ichabod Crane was a good guy?" Summer asked.

"He was...at least in every version of his story that I've read and I've read quite a few," Rose confirmed.

"She's right...they all differ, but he's always the protagonist," Belle agreed.

"That may be, but that doesn't mean that someone in his bloodline along the way wasn't corrupted," Regina said.

"She's right...it would be helpful to know though," David replied.

"Belle and I can scour my library for all versions of his story and see if we can find something," Rose offered and they nodded.

"We won't have too much time, because if we're going to strike, then we should do it in two days," Patricia said.

"What's happening in two days?" Snow asked.

"Jeremiah Crane is opening the Sleepy Hollow museum in none other than Sleepy Hollow, New York. Thousands of elites will be flocking there for the unveiling and Crane rarely appears in public. This will be our only chance at him," Patricia replied.

"Okay...then we need a team for this one too," David said.

"The real Sleepy Hollow...I don't think I can help myself," Belle said with fascination.

"Belle and I will be joining you for this one," Rumple confirmed.

"And Mephisto will probably show up so you'll need me again," Bobby said.

"Okay...with Patricia that makes six. We need one more," Snow replied.

"It's a museum...so count me in," Natalie said. David nodded. They had their next team, which was good since his phone rang at that moment.

"What is it, Leroy?" he asked.

"That crazy bitch is lighting up Munchkin Land!" Leroy shouted.

"Wait...what crazy bitch?" David asked.

"The one that's obsessed with you, chisel chin!" Leroy cried and David sighed.

"We'll be right there," he said, as he hung up his phone.

"Drizella is terrorizing Munchkin Land," David said.

"Jekyll giving that crazy loon magic is insane," Regina replied.

"Let's go," he said, as many of them joined Snow and David to head off the problem.

~*~

Jeremiah Crane stood before the grave at the tree of the dead and stared down at it. In his hands was a skull and he heard someone approaching.

"General," he addressed.

"Mr. Crane," he replied.

"Are you sure they will come?" Crane asked.

"The opening of your museum combined with a rare public appearance by you will be an invitation that Major Donovan will insist they cannot pass up," Mendoza replied.

"And is it true that magic follows them...that they bring magic to places without wherever they go?" Crane asked.

"It is true," Mendoza confirmed.

"Then this will definitely be a night that Sleepy Hollow will never forget,"

~*~

Drizella cackled with glee, as she obliterated another house in the Munchkin village with her sickly green magic.

"That's right...scurry like the vermin you are!" she said in delight. Having magic was addicting, she had found and the more she used it, the more of it she wanted. The evil witch set her sights on a family that was running away and she smirked deviously.

"Sorry rats...time to die…" she hissed, as she hurled the sickly green fireball toward them. A poof of white smoke appeared between her magic and her would be victims though and Charming deflected her magic away with his sword. Snow hurried to see that they were okay.

"Are you all right?" she asked the two parents and their small children.

"Yes...thank you," the man said, as they picked up their children and hurried to safety.

"There you handsome...I was hoping I'd get your attention," Drizella purred.

"Oh trust me...this kind of attention from me is not what you want," he warned.

"You're right...you brought her," Drizella replied, looking at Snow with disdain. She wound up with a magical charge and hurled it in Snow's direction, but David leapt in front of her, taking the blast. It sent him hurling into a tree and Snow cried out, as she rushed to him.

"David!" she cried, but the witch used her powers to disappear and reappear near him before she got there.

"That wasn't supposed to be for you...but I can make it better," Drizella purred. David shook his head and was mostly unhurt, except for the tiny gash on his forehead. It only took a split second for the wound to glow and went unnoticed, just as Snow shoved the horrid woman away as her hand was reaching toward her husband. Snow punched in the mouth and then kicked her in the gut, sending her flying back.

"David…" she called, as she helped him sit up.

"I'm okay…" he promised, as she examined the cut on his head.

"As usual...you were in the way," Drizella said snidely, as she glared at Snow.

"She is my wife...psycho and I don't know what it's going to take to get it through your thick skull, but I will never want you, nor will I ever be with you!" David said hotly.

"All I've ever wanted is for you to love me! To have a Prince Charming...why can't you just love me!" she cried, as she clenched her fists and lost control of her new powers, causing shock waves to cause more damage to the village. David put his arms around Snow, as Summer put them and as many others as she could in bubbles.

"I deserve my happy ending and I'm going to get it," Drizella insisted.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Snow asked, as the other woman looked at her outstretched hand. Regina smirked.

"Gray must be the new color of jealousy," Regina observed and Drizella looked down, noticing that the gray patch from last time had spread further into her entire hand.

"Taking shortcuts in learning magic will do that," Rumple agreed, with a smug smirk.

"This isn't over!" she promised, as she used her newly acquired magic, while it lasted, to disappear.

"Thank you...thank you so much for chasing that witch off!" one of the munchkins called.

"You're very welcome," Snow said, with a kind smile.

"Please...take these, Queen Snow," one of the female munchkins said, as they offered her a bouquet of pink and white flowers.

"Oh thank you...they're beautiful. We will be sending a crew to help repair the damage she did," she promised. David smiled at her and Rumple waved his hand, as they disappeared and returned to their Kingdom.

~*~

Drizella stormed into Jekyll's lab and let out a howling shriek.

"Stop that bellowing, you idiotic banshee!" Jekyll growled, as he covered his ears.

"Something has happened to my hand!" she cried in hysterics.

"I warned you that there could be side effects of such an experimental concoction," he said in a matter of fact tone.

"Then fix it!" she cried.

"Are there any brains in that big fat head of yours, you simpleton? Science is always a work in progress, you idiot!" he snapped back and the insane woman burst into tears.

"I did what you wanted! I got Charming's blood from you and planted those flowers so you could get that irritating retch's!" she sobbed.

"But he won't love me...he won't even look at me. He can only see her…" she continued to wail.

"Snow White...I hate her!" she screamed, as she tore the photo he had of her on the wall and proceeded to tear it to shreds with more insane yelling.

"Yes, well...there is only one thing the Prince and I agree on and that is that Snow White is the most beautiful and fairest woman in existence. She is brilliant too...unlike you," he goaded, as the beaker boiled at maximum roar and he quickly removed it from the burner. He sucked some of the potion into a syringe and gave her another injection. The gray began to recede and she calmed a bit.

"What about the magic?" she asked.

"That was an antidote to your current condition. More trials will come with the magical potion. For now...we are about to have at least a tiny amount of magical blood," he replied, as the image of Snow and Charming came up on his phone screen.

~*~

"She is batshit crazy...how in the world did Archie ever okay her to be released into society again?" Regina wondered, as they arrived back at the palace.

"I don't know...but it's a good question. I'd say we're going to have to catch her and commit her again. Jekyll giving her crazy powers is the last thing we need," David replied.

"I can swing by Archie's office and tell him to get busy on the paperwork to have her committed again, but we'll need a good trap," Emma said.

"That's easy...we have the perfect bait," Regina replied. Snow scoffed.

"I do not want Charming being the bait for that insane woman," the raven haired beauty argued. He sighed.

"I hate the idea...but I could probably draw her out pretty easily," he agreed.

"I suppose you're right...ouch!" she cried, as she sliced her finger on the stems of the flowers.

"What happened?" he asked, as he looked at her hand.

"I guess these flowers have thorns," she replied, as he examined her cut, while Emma used her magic to put the flowers in a vase and then set them aside.

"Here Mom…" Eva said, as she used her magic to heal her cut and the cut on her father's forehead.

"Thanks honey," Snow said, as none of them noticed the blood on the thorns glow and disappear.

~*~

"Excellent," Jekyll said, as he extracted the blood from the thorn his nanomite had obtained and added it to the Prince's blood that had been collected by another nanomite. The blood glowed and he smirked deviously, before extracting the blood with a syringe and injecting it into the pen he had crafted. It glowed, just as Elias entered.

"I see you've done it," he mentioned, as the doctor handed the pen to him.

"This is barely enough ink for a page or two," he warned.

"Yes...but this is only the beginning. Creating a small crisis could lead to more opportunities to collect more ink or blood rather," Jekyll replied.

"I can't argue with that...and I think I may know of a way to create a crisis that could spawn it's own trouble without me doing much at all," Elias said, as he opened the cover on a blank notebook.

"Then by all means...let's get started," Jekyll replied.

~*~

"Mmm...I cannot think of a better way to spend an evening," Snow said in a dreamy tone, as their lips parted. They were on the balcony of the bedroom and it was getting cold, being that it was the beginning of November in Maine, but she was perfectly ensconced in her husband's arms and very much enjoying his warmth as he held her.

"Me either, my darling…" he agreed, as they each had a wine glass in hand and were enjoying it together. They shared another passionate kiss and noticed the lights flicker, as their lips parted, before going out completely.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know...but it doesn't look like it's just us," he mentioned, as she looked out and saw blackness. From their view, they could usually see several Kingdoms and Storybrooke, but all of them, including the town, were dark.

"A power outage?" she asked.

"Our power system is reinforced with magic...which means something isn't right," he said, as he found his phone and saw that there was no signal.

"No signal…" he said.

"Mine either," she replied.

"Okay...none of this makes any sense, but I have to go find out what's going on," he said.

"I'm coming with you," she insisted. He smiled and pecked her on the lips.

"Yeah…I'm not leaving you alone during a blackout with that crazy mad scientist out there. We'll let the kids sleep though," he agreed, as he took her hand and used the flashlight on his phone to lead them through their castle. They saw Regina and Robin arrived via a puff of magic in front of them once they reached the atrium.

"Well...magic still works it seems," Snow mentioned.

"To a point," Regina replied.

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"Come with us," Regina replied, as they disappeared in a puff of smoke with them.

~*~

"There...a complete blackout in the United Realms. It's best I could do with the ink I had and it will not last long, because they still have magic," Elias said.

"Then let's create maximum chaos while we can," Jekyll replied.

"Rallying the riff raff without being able to promise we have nullified the magic won't be easy," Elias warned.

"I don't need the riff raff...I'm a demon now and I can send other demons to do my dirty work," he said smugly, as he made his way out.

~*~

They reappeared in front of the power grid plant and observed the protected facility, which only went further to confuse them.

"I don't get it...nothing is amiss here," David said.

"Exactly," Regina replied.

"Then how is there a blackout?" Snow wondered.

"That's what we're trying to figure out. It's an odd way to do it. The easiest way would be to penetrate the magical protections and take out the entire grid at its source," Robin said and Regina's eyes widened.

"Except that they can't," she realized. Snow's eyes widened then too.

"That's right...remember, we had Henry protect the power grid with author magic!" Snow recalled.

"That's right...we did that after the Final Battle so that no magical being could tamper with the power grid. Only the author would have power to shut it down," David said.

"Then how did someone find a way to plunge us into a blackout without tampering with the electrical grid?" Robin wondered.

"That's the mystery…" Regina said. There was a slithering sound and Snow turned around, trying to discern what the noise was in the darkness. She soon found out though, as a shadowy figure was soon outlined by burning embers. She gasped and backed away, just as her husband sliced through the creature with the chalice sword, obliterating it in a blast of white light.

"What are they?" she asked, as another rose and was blasted by a fireball.

"They appear to be wraiths," Rumple said, as he and Neal arrived with Belle.

"This has that insane doctor's stench all over it," Regina said, as she blasted another, but was surprised when one sneaked up on her.

"Regina!" Robin cried, as he threaded an arrow, but fortunately, this one was frozen and then exploded harmlessly in a burst of steam. Leo and Elsa hurried to Snow and David, as more wraiths formed around them.

"Uncle James and Aphrodite are making sure the prison is secure and the generator is keeping up to make sure there's no breakout," Leo informed them. Snow felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end once again, just like the night before, and she turned around sharply.

"Show yourself, you snake!" she demanded, as she held on tightly to David's arm.

"Ahh my lovely Snow...we have such a connection that you can sense when I am near," Jekyll's voice sounded, as he emerged in a display of sparks and acrid smoke.

"We have no connection! I can sense you, because my skin begins to crawl and I feel sick when you're near," she snapped in return.

"You're behind this blackout, aren't you?" David asked.

"Oh, figured it out, did you? It's fairly obvious, I suppose...so I'm not surprised that even a simpleton like you put it together," Jekyll goaded.

"How did you get around author magic?" Snow questioned. He smirked deviously.

"I am a genius, dear Snow," he reminded her.

"Not even a genius could circumvent the author's power...that's why we had Henry protect the grid. Try again, doctor," Rumple interjected. He smirked.

"Think about it, Dark One...think about it…" he responded.

"I am so sick of you coming after my wife and trying to hurt her!" David snapped, as he charged him with the chalice sword. Jekyll's arms became alive with his fire whips and Snow rushed into the fray.

"Charming!" she cried, as she could only watch them duel. David parried his fiery whips and evaded him expertly and as the mad doctor wound up again, David met him in a high arc with his blade. The fiery whips wrapped around the blade of his sword, as they fought for control of the fight.

"I'm stronger than you now...Charming and smarter. Those good looks are all you have left," he goaded.

"You had to sell your soul to a demon to get stronger than me...and I'm not as dumb as you think," David growled, as he called on the full power of his half of the chalice and shattered Jekyll's whips. The doctor was surprised and stumbled back. David took advantage of his momentary startling and plunged his sword into Jekyll's stomach. The doctor glared at him with bloodshot eyes and his irises burned like embers, highlighting the sheer madness in his eyes.

"Time to finally end you...once and for all," David hissed, as the doctor pulled himself off the prince's blade. David wound up, preparing to decapitate him, but Jekyll cowardly dissolved into a fiery spray of embers, descending back into his demonic domain below the surface.

"This isn't over, Prince Charming! Mark my words...tonight was only a small taste of what is in store for you!" his voice sounded from beneath them, sounding much like he was underwater.

"You will be mine, Snow White! You will be mine!" he shouted, as his voice finally faded away. Even so, David pulled her close and she held onto him tightly. Thankfully, the moment he was gone, power was restored and the lights in all Kingdoms shined again. They sighed in relief at that.

"The prison is secure," James said, as he and Aphrodite arrived in a puff of orange smoke.

"That's good...and apparently, the grid wasn't tampered with at all," David said.

"Then how was the power knocked out?" he asked.

"The doctor seemed to suggest that he was able to get around author magic," Regina replied.

"That's not possible...the pen is infallible. It cannot be overwritten, even by magic," Aphrodite said.

"And you are positive that there is only one pen?" Rumple asked.

"Positive," she confirmed.

"And even then...it's not really the pen. It's the ink and there is no way to replicate that ink," Aphrodite said.

"That we know of…" Rumple muttered.

"Rumple? Do you know something?" Belle asked.

"No...but it is clear the doctor found a way and we must find out how. If he manages to do this again, next time will likely be far worse," Rumple replied.

"I agree...a power outage could have just been a prelude to a more devious plot," David said.

"I will research from Merlin's oldest texts. I am assuming Rose will be able to access them easily," Rumple replied.

"I'm sure...I'll come with you and help," Belle said.

"The rest of us should probably make the rounds to each Kingdom and check with the leaders to make sure everything is in order," David said. James nodded.

"Arendelle is secure," Elsa confirmed.

"Good...Snow and I'll visit Oz, Neverland, The Land Without Color, and Cibola," David said.

"Aphrodite and I'll check on the Land of Untold Stories, Starcomb, Camelot, and the Southern Isles," James offered.

"Robin and I'll check on Agrabah, Maritime, and the other Kingdoms within Misthaven then," Regina said, as they parted ways.

~*~

"Yeah...everything's fine, Daddy. Fortunately, the generator kicked on when the power went out so there was no interruption in any of the life saving machines for any patients," Eva said, as she talked on her phone, while Paul finished their final rounds.

"That creepy doctor has so much nerve...are you sure Mom is okay?" Eva asked, as she listened again.

"Okay...be careful," she said, as she listened again and smiled.

"We will too...we're about to head home. Love you too, Daddy," she said, as she hung up, just as her husband returned.

"Are your parents okay?" he asked.

"Yes...but that blackout was not natural, so we were right about that," she replied.

"Jekyll again?" he asked, as he helped her put her coat on.

"Yep...and apparently, they didn't do it by getting to the grid, which somehow means that Jekyll got around Henry's protections on it," she replied.

"How the hell is that possible?" he asked, as he put on his coat and she sighed.

"I don't know, but I'm a little too wired to sleep right away. Let's swing by the diner for a cocoa," she suggested. He chuckled and they joined hands.

"Sounds good," he agreed, as they left the hospital for the night and the night staff took over.

~*~

After checking on most of the Kingdoms within Misthaven, Robin and Regina ended in Agrabah.

"Well...we're glad everything is okay, but to be honest, most people in Agrabah are used to not having electricity so we didn't have a lot of panic," Jasmine said, as they walked through the garden with their guests.

"Yes...it's very possible that the most complaints are likely going to come from Storybrooke," Robin agreed.

"Yeah...the last time the power went out in Storybrooke, the dwarves and Granny showed up at Snow's door with complaints about freezers and no Netflix," Regina said.

Aladdin chuckled.

"Spoiled is the word you're looking for," Aladdin joked.

"Well, since everything seems to be in order here, we're going to head home finally," Regina said, as the two royals waved and they disappeared in a mist of purple smoke.

~*~

"I'm glad Grams and Gramps are okay…" Henry said, as James and Aphrodite made their last stop in Starcomb.

"They are...and don't worry, we will get to the bottom of how he did this," James assured him.

"I hope so...I just can't fathom how he could subvert author magic," Henry said, as Ella stood beside him.

"We can't either...it shouldn't be possible," Aphrodite agreed, obviously still troubled by it as well.

"Well...if anyone can figure out how he managed this, it's Grandpa Gold," Henry said, as they bid them farewell and the couple left, eager to return home to Olympus. Hermes was staying with the children and they were glad the momentary, yet seemingly continuous chaos was at bay once again.

~*~

The magnificent golden city glistened before them, as Snow and David checked up on the newest residents of the United Realms. They weren't really affected at all, being that electricity was very new to them and they were still fairly isolated on their island home. Queen Nubia assured them that everyone was safe and everything was in order and with this being their last stop, Snow and David made their way back to their castle in Misthaven. Quietly, Snow looked in on Summer and Bobby, thankful that they had both slept through this crisis this time.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #OC Charmings #AU #original season 9 storyline #Fandral the Dashing #Rose Red #Dashing Rose #Prince James #Aphrodite #Prince Goddess #Regina Mills #Robin Hood #OQ #Rumplestiltskin #Belle #Rumbelle #romance #adventure #family #Finding You Always #the epic continues

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In The Cards

Prompt: Tarot

Character: Dark!Gambit/Remy LeBeau x OFC (Kimi), Dark!Marvel

A/N: So this is my very first attempt at an AU like this, or with Dark!characters. Written for @theliveshipparagon #PennyDreadfulChallenge It kind of turned into a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde situation. Written with inspo from the Taylor Kitsch version of Gambit

Warnings: 18+ Non-con/Dub-con, smut, Dark!Gambit, abuse, loss of virginity, violence, swearing, 

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Two gifted individuals have a common weapon. When it comes to offense or defense, cards have more uses than just games.

9 of Cups, 9 of Wands and 10 of Pentacles: These were the cards laying on the table in front of Kimi. She was reading for the woman sitting across from her who was currently squirming nervously in her seat.

“In the past, you’ve had great success with your own choices, but now you’re worried about those around you. I suggest caution and perseverance. You will find prosperity in your endeavors.” Kimi pointed to each card in turn as she spoke. The woman sighed with relief and visibly relaxed. Kimi had the uncanny ability to read Tarot with perfect accuracy and word of her readings had spread throughout Louisiana. The woman thanked her before dropping her money on the table and leaving. Kimi slipped the bills into her pocket and walked to the door. She locked it and engaged the deadbolt. The day had been busy, but she preferred it that way as it made the time pass by quicker.

Kimi picked up her cards with the intention of storing them away for the night, but as soon as she touched them, she felt the familiar pull. The cards seemed to have a mind of their own and called for her to read. She sat down once more and shuffled. When she felt the pull again, she drew three cards and set them face up. The Hierophant, The Wheel of Fortune and The Hanged Man stared up at her. She examined the images closely for several minutes before collecting them back into the deck and packing the cards into their pouch. Kimi stood and climbed the stairs in the back of her shop. She had a small apartment on the second floor of the building. As she dressed for bed, her thoughts were centered on the last three cards. Tomorrow would be the start of an interesting journey.

The next morning, Kimi woke with the sun. She stayed in bed for several minutes trying to remember what her dream had been. She had been in a cavernous room filled with fire; she could only describe it as the pits of hell. There was a man there, somehow she knew he was the devil, but he didn’t look like the stereotypical demon of literature. He was tall with tousled, brown hair and a square jaw. He wore a long brown trench coat left open revealing black pants and a pink/red chest piece. His most striking feature was his eyes. They were red with black where the white should have been.

Kimi continued thinking about those red eyes as she finally pried herself from the warmth and comfort of her bed. She walked to the little kitchen area and began preparing breakfast. She scrambled two eggs and pan fried toast. She poured a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table to eat. Once her plate was empty, Kimi dropped her dishes in the sink. She didn’t really feel like washing them now. She would make herself do it later. She dressed herself in a simple, comfortable dress and headed downstairs to start the day. Kimi unlocked the front door, sat down and began to shuffle her tarot deck.

After only a few minutes, the bell on the door rang and a man in a wheelchair rolled up to the table.

“Kimi?” He asked. When she nodded, he reached his hand out. She took it and shook. “My name is Patrick Stewart. I am here as a representative of the X-Men.” Kimi drew a card from her deck and looked at it without showing him. The Emperor signified authority or a ‘father figure’.

“Care to try again, Chuck?” She turned the card to show him. He looked annoyed at her use of the nickname.

“I apologize.” He nodded; his face back to its neutral, friendly look. “I had to know if the rumors were true. I am Charles Xavier, head of the X-Men and founder of the Xavier Institute. I would like to invite you to our organization.”

“I’m not sure…” Kimi began, but he held up his hand for her to stop.

“You don’t have to decide now. Please, just allow me to explain what we do and give you a tour of the school.”

“I suppose a tour wouldn’t hurt anything.” She agreed. “Where is the school located?”

“New York. I have a car outside that will take us to my private jet. I can get you home by tomorrow if you choose not to stay.” He paused for a moment, giving her a quizzical look. “You haven’t taken a trip in many years. It would do you some good to get away for a night.”

“How do you know that?”

“I am a telepath. Among other things, one of my powers is the ability to read minds.”

“Yeah, that’s not creepy at all.” Kimi rolled her eyes. “In the future I suggest you either don’t read my mind or don’t answer unspoken thoughts.” She packed a travel bag with everything she would need for a couple nights. She wasn’t planning on staying, but it wouldn’t hurt to have options. Kimi grabbed her tarot deck, locked the door and headed to the car that was waiting for them. The driver took her bag and stowed it in the trunk as she and Xavier entered the backseat. The car started down the road and onto the highway.

The two sat in a silence that Kimi was thankful for. She didn’t really know what to talk to this man about. She had heard of the X-Men and even Charles Xavier, but she didn’t know what he could possibly want with her. True, she could read the cards accurately, but that wouldn’t help her in a combat situation. She would only be a hindrance to the other members. Just then, there was an explosion in front of the vehicle that made the driver swerve to the right and slam on the brakes.

“Get out now!” Xavier yelled at her. Kimi threw the door open and jumped out. Another blast caused the car to explode. She ran for the trees and felt her cards call to her. ‘Is now really the time?’ The feeling didn’t go away, so she pulled a card out of her pocket and looked at the image. The card in her hands was the Knight of Swords. ‘That can’t be good.’ This described their current enemy as cutting, unfeeling and overbearing. Then she saw him. He was walking directly towards her with a confident stride. He was tall with shoulder-length hair and a strong jaw. His smirk was smug and a little arrogant. He wore a bowler hat and trench coat over a purple shirt and black vest. Kimi felt the cards’ call again and drew another card from her pocket. It was Death. She quickly slipped both cards back with the others as he reached her.

“Mon cher.” He said it as a way of greeting in a Cajun accent. Kimi turned to run, but felt her feet leave the ground as he picked her up easily.

“Let me down.” She demanded.

“No can do, cher.” He took off running with her hanging over his shoulder. Kimi struggled against his hold and beat her fists on his back. This didn’t deter him or even make him slow down. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice. After what seemed like an hour, the man finally slowed down and spoke.

“I wouldn’t trust Xavier if I were you. He had no intention of letting you leave once you entered the institute.”

“And why would I trust you instead?”

“My plan is to set you free tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“He won’t have given up yet. He’ll send the X-Men after us. We need to find somewhere safe for tonight.” He stopped walking. “If I put you down, will you promise not to run?” Kimi thought back to the cards she had drawn since this morning, including the two she drew for this man whose name she didn’t even know.

“I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself.” He set her down and she looked at his face and noticed his eyes. They were green with a hint of brown, almost but not quite hazel. “I assume you have a name.”

“My friends call me Remy; Remy LeBeau.” He smiled and bowed with a wave of his hand. “At your service.”

“I’m Kimi.” She smiled. ”You said your friends……. And what about your enemies?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she saw his eyes darken.

“Gambit.” He said gruffly. “Let’s hope you never have need of that name.” It was a moment before his eyes returned to normal. “Come cher, we need to keep moving.”

They walked in silence for quite a while before Kimi asked a question that had been on her mind.

“Xavier is a strong telepath, yet you were able to surprise him. Shouldn’t your thoughts have given you away?”

“My thoughts are not so easily read. I can tell when someone is trying and I’m able to block them out.” They emerged from the trees and Kimi saw buildings appear in the distance. As they grew closer, she smelled the aromas of several different types of food which caused her stomach to growl. It was probably about noon and she hadn’t eaten since this morning. Remy stopped and looked at her.

“I guess we should find somewhere to eat. We can’t stay here long and we need to find a place that is fairly crowded.”

“Won’t it take longer if it’s busy?”

“Yes, but the X-Men won’t hurt innocent people to get to us. They might make a scene, but that should help us get away unseen.” 

They found a cute little cafe that didn’t have a line out the door, but they could see people waiting at the register. It took twenty minutes for them to order their food and another ten before it was ready. Remy found a table at the back of the restaurant away from the front window and they sat down. Kimi picked up her sandwich and took a bite. It was ham and cheese with lettuce and tomato on a baguette.

“Remy, please tell me about yourself. It feels odd to be eating with a man whom I know nothing about.”

He finished chewing his mouthful of food and thought a moment before responding.

“I was born in New Orleans, immediately taken from the hospital and raised in a thieves' guild. My mutant powers showed up when I was a teenager.” He started eating again and Kimi realized that was all he was going to say, at least for now.

Kimi had just popped the last of her sandwich into her mouth, when she saw a commotion coming from the front of the shop. Before she could tell what was happening, Remy stood in front of her and grabbed her hand.

“We have to go now.” He pulled her to her feet and they ran for the door. A man with a weird visor was just outside the door keeping them from leaving.

“Gambit, you have to let her go.”

“The only thing I have to do, is get away from you, Cyclops.” 

Kimi saw his eyes darken as he pulled a playing card out of his trench coat’s inner pocket. The card started to glow pink and he threw it at the visored man. 

The man, Cyclops, jumped out of the way just as the card hit the ground and exploded. Remy threw several more cards and pulled Kimi into a run away from the cafe. Kimi heard the explosions behind them and saw a red laser beam hit a trash can just to the left of Remy. He took something out of his coat and with a flick of his wrist it became a six foot-long staff. He grabbed her around the waist and used the staff to vault them over a wall. On the other side was a motel building. He knelt in front of one of the doors and began to pick the lock. It only took a minute and he opened the door. Kimi walked in first and turned around to see him enter behind her.

Remy closed the motel room door and turned to Kimi. He still had the dark, Gambit look in his eyes. He took three large strides across the small room and stopped mere inches from her. She took a step back and felt the wall behind her. He stepped forward again and her heart, already beating fast from running, sped up. She was beginning to understand Remy, but the man in front of her, Gambit, was still a dangerous mystery. 

He pressed himself against her and she felt the heat of his unsteady breath on her neck. She also felt a hard presence between her legs. ‘No’, she thought to herself. ‘I’m not ready for this.’ She found herself unable to speak the words. ‘No. I don’t want this.’ Maybe if she thought it hard enough, he would understand. 

If he did, he ignored it and bit down hard on her neck. She opened her mouth to scream at the pain, but he pressed a hand to her causing the sound to be muffled. Gambit lifted his head and she saw a grin cross his lips. He took his hand away from her mouth, grabbed her hair and crashed his mouth into hers. She pushed against his chest, trying to pry him off of her, but it was like attacking a brick wall. In fact, her struggle only seemed to excite him more. He grabbed the collar of her dress and ripped it open. He pulled away from her mouth to see his handiwork. Kimi looked down at the remaining cloth covering her: lace panties and matching bra that hooked in the front. All she could do was watch as he roughly undid the bra and threw it to the floor. Then his eyes dropped to her nethers and the thin clothing there.

“No, please.” Kimi finally found her voice and she begged, but to no avail. Gambit hooked his finger into the lace and ripped the panties off. She felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks. This couldn’t be how her first time happened. She wasn’t a prude, but she wanted her first time to be with someone she cared for. She wanted it to be more than just a one night stand. 

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his fingers enter her. She cried out: “No.” His response was to remove his fingers and slap her face leaving a wet spot on her cheek from her own juices. Then he shoved his fingers into her mouth making her taste herself. She bit down hard and he cursed loudly. He grabbed her throat with both of his hands and pressed.

“You will not do that again if you want to continue living.” He pressed tighter for emphasis, making her gasp for breath. “Do you understand?” Kimi nodded as best as she could and he let go. She gasped again trying to fill her lungs, finding it painful. Gambit reached down and unbuckled his belt. He pulled it out of the loops keeping it around his pants. She had no idea what he planned to do next, but she found out very quickly when she felt the sharp pain of the belt hitting her breast. She screamed, but her sore throat only managed a muffled sound. She tried to block the next strike with her arms. He grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head with one hand. He pelted her several more times leaving welts that covered her chest. Each strike caused another muffled scream to escape her lips and more tears to stream down her face. Kimi heard the belt hit the floor and her eyes followed his hand back to his pants. He unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down. She watched as he pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his hardness.

“No, no, no. Please. You can’t.” She begged and struggled against his hand. Gambit smiled and pressed her hands tighter to the wall.

“I can and I will.” He used his free hand to position himself and pushed into her. He groaned and without giving her a chance to adjust to him, he began thrusting deep inside her. She cried as she accepted her fate. There was nothing she could do to stop this man. She let her body go limp in defeat. He held her up and continued his motions, but she could tell this frustrated him. 

He pulled out of her, grabbed her painfully by the waist and threw her onto the bed. She landed with her face in the pillow. Before she could move, she felt the now familiar sting of the belt on her back and behind. She cried into the pillow and tried to push herself up. He pushed her back down and grabbed her hands again. She felt him wrap something around her wrists tightly and pull them upwards. She raised her head and saw that he had removed his shirt and was using the sleeves to tie her to the headboard. She pulled, but he tied it too securely. 

She felt him grab her behind and lift her. He slapped her and rammed into her. She screamed into the pillow again as he took up his rhythm. Her body rocked with his movement and she tried to think of anything besides the pain of his actions. It seemed like he knew where her thoughts were and every time she got away mentally, he slapped her again and pulled her back. She felt him quiver inside of her and she had a sudden realization. He wasn’t going to stop. He planned on coming in her. She raised her head and tried to scream at him through her rough throat.

“Gambit….. please, don’t…..” He growled at her use of his name and she felt him push into her once more as he released. 

She dropped her head and cried. She didn’t move as he pulled out and she felt the bed shift with his absence. He untied her hands and she curled up. She stayed in that position and cried for several minutes before she made herself sit up. She looked around the room and saw that he was gone. 

Kimi crawled off the bed and found the tattered remains of her clothing. She reached into the pocket of her dress and removed her cards. She shuffled them and pulled one; Death. ‘No. That can’t be right.’ She shuffled the cards and drew again; Death. She stared at the card. This deck was given to her by her grandmother and it belonged to her grandmother before that. These cards had never failed her before, but she doubted them now.

She had a thought. She focused entirely on Gambit and pulled a card. It was the Knight of Swords. She shuffled the deck and drew again, this time focusing solely on Remy. Death was once again in her hand.

She stood up, set the deck on the nightstand and headed to the bathroom. She started the water in the shower and stepped in. Letting the water wash over her, she slumped to the floor and let the tears fall from her eyes again. They mixed with the water and washed down the drain. She cried until she couldn’t anymore and let the water run cold.

When she finally walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, she was surprised to see Remy, eyes back to normal, sitting on the bed. She had only looked at him briefly and let her eyes fall to the floor. She had no idea what to expect out of him now. Would he try to apologize? Would he do it again?

“We need to leave. Get dressed.” He sounded distant and she braved another glance to find he was looking past her. She turned to see what he was looking at. There, in the open closet, was a dress. It was dingy and worn as though it had been left here, untouched, for at least a month.

“I’m not putting that on.” Kimi straightened up. “Who knows how long that thing has been sitting there.”

“Fine.” He retorted. “Go out naked. I don’t care.” He stood and headed for the door, putting his hand on the knob. 

Kimi looked to the pile of what used to be her clothes.

“Wait.” He stopped and turned back to her. She sighed and grabbed the dress. She shook it with the intention of removing any creatures that might have taken up home in the discarded fabric. What came out instead, was a rather large cloud of dust that caused her to cough. She beat it against the wall a few times until most of the dust had moved from the dress and into the air. Then she walked over to the pile on the floor. She was able to work with her bra enough to wear it and as she slipped the dress over her body, she wished she could have done the same with her panties. As long as she didn’t think too hard about it, she could imagine this was just another one of her own dresses. “I really wish I had my overnight bag, but SOMEBODY blew it up in the car.”

“I was too busy saving you from an eternal prison. Besides, I didn’t even know you had an overnight bag.”

“You were saving me? Yeah, that worked out great.” She rolled her eyes before grabbing her tarot deck and following him out the door. They walked in silence for what seemed like two hours before Remy suddenly stopped and grabbed her arm.

“You can’t run this time.” Cyclops stood in front of them.

“You think you can stop me all by yourself?” Remy shot back.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not alone this time.” He gestured around them and Kimi looked. There were men and women, X-Men, completely surrounding them. They began to close in and Kimi saw a man in a wheelchair pull up next to Cyclops. Xavier. Of course he was here. For some reason this was all about her. She put her hands up in surrender.

“Stop. You want me? Fine. Just leave Remy out of this.” Kimi looked at Remy, next to her, and saw a puzzled look.

“Why? Why would you give yourself up for me?”

“Because of this.” She pulled a card from her deck and held it up for him to see. It was Death.

“You think I’ll get you killed?” He looked hurt by his interpretation of the image.

“This card gets such a bad rap. The death card isn’t literal. It signifies the transition of one state to another. I pulled this card for you. It shows me a redemption for you.”

“Redemption for the man who treated you like that?” Xavier cut in. “After what he did to you, you really think he’s redeemable?”

“How do you know about that?” Kimi turned to him. “I wasn’t even thinking about that and I know you can’t read his mind.” She gestured to Remy. 

Sudden realization hit her. “You were close enough to hear it all in my mind and you didn’t stop it. Why? So you could turn it around? Make me trust you? You make me sick. I wouldn’t trust anyone who would knowingly let something like that happen.” She flipped him off. “Fuck you.”

Remy moved so fast Kimi hardly saw the movement. He had thrown cards at all the X-Men and pulled out his staff. He held out his arm and she grabbed him around the waist. As the cards exploded, he vaulted them over the mutants and they took off running. Kimi knew that this was just the start. She would be on the run from Xavier and the X-Men for the rest of her life, but she had one ally. She still had much to learn about him and she may never fully trust him, but she knew one thing for sure. Death was only the beginning.

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The Void Chapter Seven Part Two

Pairings: (eventual) Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 5877

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven Part One

Summary: The Void is a hellish place filled with screams that echoed throughout the place at all the hours of the night, and where pain is a very close friend. You’ve spent your entire life in the Void, having been there since you were ten and you’ve just recently gotten a new cellmate… Who’s a little more hopeful than you are that either of you are going to make it out of this place alive. Though you have to admit that maybe his hope is rubbing off on you because you slowly find yourself hoping that the two of you do get out of here.

~One week and three days later~

“Alright, do you remember the plan?” You asked Jason as you paced the length of the cell clenching and unclenching your hands to stop them from shaking and in a vain attempt to calm your frantic nerves. 

“You alright?” Jason asked his voice full of concern. You froze mid-stride hands clenched into fists at your side and your eyes were trained directly on the wall. Your hands were beginning to shake as you stared at the wall and you had to close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths as you slowly unclenched your hands and shook them out before spinning to face Jason, your eyes snapping open. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” You stated and Jason pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against. He was still a little unsteady and tense in his movements but he was able to move and walk without looking like he was about to pass out which was good enough for you. 

“Neither did you.” Jason countered as he walked up to you and you took a couple of steps back. The last thing you needed right now was to have him within touching distance, you could barely keep it together as it was who the hell knew how you would react if he touched you. 

“Yeah well… I asked you first.” You fired back and Jason rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest and took another step towards you. 

“Yes I remember the plan, now are you alright?” He asked again, his tone soft and slow like he was talking to a child who didn’t understand what was going on. You glared at him as you crossed not taking a step back from him and staring him directly in the eyes. You gripped your elbows as you stared at him desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking, now that you had stopped moving it felt like everything had gotten worse. It felt like you couldn’t breath, like your throat was threatening to close up, and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard you gripped at your elbows, and your eyes were burning with unshed tears and you didn’t understand why your body was acting like this and you just wanted it to stop. But it wouldn’t no matter how hard you tried and how hard you tried to breathe your body wouldn’t stop shaking and you just wanted it to stop. 

“-(Y/N)?” Jason asked his hand touching your shoulder causing you to jump and flinch back from him your eyes snapping to him, wide and startled as you stared at him. Jason’s face morphed into a look of concern as he reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder before loosening his grip.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He asked his tone kind and gentle as he stared at you. You blinked a couple of times before taking a step back. 

“Yeah, of course, I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be ok? You remember the plan so let’s just get this started alright? The guards will be here any minute.” You rambled out, not thinking about what you were staying as you turned and walked away from him heading towards your corner. 

“Hey, wait, (Y/N) wait I’m serious are. You. ok?” He asked as he reached out and grabbed ahold of your shoulder, spinning you around so you were facing him again. This time he didn’t give you a chance as he grabbed your upper arms and held you in place. You were startled by the genuine concern you saw in his eyes as he stared at you and you ignored the growing warmth or the happy little flutter that spread throughout your stomach at the concern.

“Do you want an honest answer? Or a lie?” You asked him and he gave you a deadpan expression. 

“The truth (Y/N) are you ok with doing this? Because if you’re not then we don’t have to do this. We can do this later, I can wait a little longer, I promise you we don’t have to do this today if you’re not ready.” Jason said and you knew what he meant, that he honestly meant it and that… utterly terrified you because no one had given you a choice before on what you wanted to do. No one had ever given you a choice before on anything and it terrified you because you already know what your choice would be. In a perfect world, you would say no, in a perfect world you wouldn’t even be considering this, in a perfect world you wouldn’t even be here, to begin with. But this wasn’t a perfect world, this was a fucked up, pile of steaming cow shit, and even though you were given the choice you certainly didn’t have a choice. 

“No. I’m not ready for this, I’m not ok, but you know what I will never be ready for this. I will never be ok with this. So it’s best we get this done and over with now before I lose all nerves I have at attempting to escape from this hell hole again. Ok?” You stated as you pulled away from him. Jason looked you over for a couple of seconds before nodding his head. 

“Ok, let’s do this then.” He stated as he walked over so that he was sitting on his bed and you nodded your head once going over to your corner and sitting down. 

“So how long till the guards arrive again?” He asked as he looked over at the door to see if anyone had stopped to look in. 

“Should be any second now, it’s been long enough since my last session with Dr. Roberts and while my session with Dr. Hyde got physical the guards will still take me to Dr. Roberts since I didn’t pull any stitches and because Dr. Hyde’s was a primarily mental session.” You explained to Jason as you sat on the floor. Curling up into a ball and hugging your knees to your chest. The plan was for you to act as bait for the guards since it was so soon after Jason’s session with Dr. Jekyll they wouldn’t be coming to take him but they would be coming to take you which was all the two of you needed. There was no way to open the cell door from the inside, the people here may be insane assholes but they’re smart insane assholes nonetheless, once the guard was in Jason claimed that he would be perfectly capable incapacitating the guard. You weren’t nearly as confident as he was but he was still moving better than he had been and that was going to have to be good enough. 

A loud banging pulled you from your thoughts and you jumped, your head snapping up to the door to see the guard standing there glaring at the two of you, another guard standing close behind him. You glanced at Jason who looked over at you before the two of you looked at the guard, it was time. 

“Subject 312469 and 314695 remain where you both are and this will be a quick and painless process.” The guard said and when neither of you moved the door swung open. Jason waited until the guard coming for you had passed him before he jumped up and lunged for the guard standing in the door. 

“STOP!” The guard in the door shouted as Jason grabbed a hold of him and swung him around and into the room. 

“Freeze!” The guard that had been coming for you shouted as he pulled his gun free and aimed it at Jason. At that moment you sprung up onto your feet and jumped onto the guards back wrapping your arms around his neck getting him in a chokehold as you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling up with all your might.

“Ack! Fucking bitch!” The guard shouted as he dropped his gun to the ground, reaching up to try and pry you off him but you leaned back cutting off more air as you did so. The guard grunted as he stumbled back slamming you into the wall, knocking the air out of you and almost causing you to let go. 

“Get off of me!” The guard shouted as he used your moment of weakness against you and whipped around with all of his might causing you to let go of him and sending you flying on to the floor. You hit the ground hard, you vision swimming as you tried desperately to get back up on to your feet. 

“You fucking bitch.” The guard growled as he walked over to his gun ignoring the fighting of Jason and the other guard as he went to pick it up. Your vision cleared enough for you to see what he was going for and without really thinking about it you pushed yourself up and lunged for the gun, sliding across the floor slightly. Blinking rapidly you felt your fingers wrap around the cool handle of the gun and before you could even think about it you rolled over on to your back and pulled the trigger.

“Thank god for silencers.” You breathed out as you collapsed against the floor panting heavily as your vision finally stopped swimming. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the guard that Jason was fighting landed next you unconscious. 

“You didn’t have to shoot him you know,” Jason said as he reached out a hand to you and you grabbed a hold of him, allowing him to pull you up. You looked down at the two guards before moving towards the door.

“Yes, I did. He would have killed me if I hadn’t killed him first.” You stated as you peered out the door and into the hallway. None of the other guards or nurses had been alerted to the little scuffle going on in your room and you were thankful for that, it would make this a little easier. You didn’t need to look at him to know that Jason was giving you a disappointing look but there was nothing that you could do about it now. 

“You could have just knocked him out,” Jason grumbled following you as you walked out of the room, motioning for him to follow you. 

“With what strength Jason? Besides if you have any hope of getting out of here, you’re going to have to get comfortable with killing people real quick.” You whispered to him moving swiftly along the wall, ducking into door frames whenever a guard turned a corner. You made sure that you stayed below the window line, the last thing either of you needed was another inmate seeing the two of you and alerting the other guards to where the two of you were. Jason didn’t say anything as the two of you continued through the hallways moving quickly and silently as the two of you went. 

“Do you know where they keep our things when they kidnap us?” Jason asked suddenly and you stopped, standing up straight as you looked back at him. You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by the lights going dead and the alarms sounding. 

“There they are!! Subjects spotted in North corridor heading towards the elevators!” A guard shouted into his walkie as they started approaching the two of you guys raised. 

“Fuck.” You cursed as you took a step back from them. You knew that the sneaking around wasn’t going to have lasted long but you had at least hoped that it would have lasted until you got to the elevator. Now the two of you had to go the long way, and the long way was not going to be fucking fun. 

“Surrender now subjects and your punishment won’t be nearly as severe.” The guards said as they slowly approached you. You kept your gun by your side as you took another side back, Jason following your lead. 

“Keep your gun.” You whispered as you slowly started crouching down and set your gun down on the floor. The guards followed your movement before training their guns on to Jason who continued to hold his. 

“Drop your gun now.” The guards ordered their guns clicking as they shut off the safety. 

“Don’t.” You whispered standing up straight again, body tense as you watched the guards waiting for the moment they tried to shoot him. 

“Drop it. NOW!” The guards shouted. 

“FIRE! NOW!” You shouted as Jason raised his gun and fired off two quick shots and you tackled him to the ground, the guards' bullets flying over your heads and embedding themselves in the wall. Panting heavily you press yourself against Jason’s chest just breathing for a few seconds and listening to the sounds of the other guards rushing to your location before pushing yourself up on to your hands. 

“That… was too… close for comfort.” Jason panted out as he looked over at the two bullet holes in the wall. You, however, looked towards the guards, to see them lying dead on the floor.

“....Nice shot.” You breathed out as you looked down at him. You stared at him for a couple of seconds before you realized what position the two of you were actually in. Your hands were pressed firmly against the ground next to his head and you were all but sitting on his crotch and you desperately tried to suppress the blush as you scrambled off of him. Jason chuckled lightly, a cocky little smirk coming across his face as he climbed up on to his feet and picked his gun up off the floor while you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled as you grabbed his hand and started running. 

“I didn’t say anything though.” He commented as he ran beside you and you glared over at him, breathing heavily. 

“You were thinking about it.” You fired back and he laughed, shaking his head as he did and you looked forward again. The two of you ran in silence for a bit, trying to put as much distance between you and the other guards as possible. 

“So where are we going?” Jason asked as you rounded a corner not bothering with checking to make sure it was clear. Jason had long since stopped holding your hand in favor of having a better grip on the gun and he was now running slightly in front of you, enough to keep you in peripherals so that way if you turned he turned. 

“The… stairs.” You panted out. Your lungs and your chest burned as you forced yourself to keep on running afraid that if you stopped your legs would give out on you. 

“Are you alright?” Jason asked and you nodded, the two of you round a corner. Jason threw his arm out suddenly causing you to run straight into it and nearly knocking you back on your ass. He fired three quick shots easily downing the guards before any of them could say anything. 

“Where...did you… learn… how to… use that?” You panted out taking this moment to catch as much of your breath as possible before the two of you started moving again. 

“You pick a couple of things up living on the streets of Gotham,” Jason mumbled distracted as he looked back at you, to see you slowing down considerably. Looking around quickly Jason grabbed your arm and pulled you around a corner before pressing you into the wall. 

“What… are you… doing?” You panted out doing your best to glare up at him but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was checking the area to make sure there weren’t any guards around. 

“Giving you some time to rest, if we keep going like this you’re gonna pass out,” Jason commented. 

“If we… stop we’re… gonna get… caught.” You panted out, leaning back so that you were resting against the wall your chest heaving and your breath coming in loud wheezing puffs. 

“I’m willing to risk it if it means you don’t pass out on me from lack of oxygen.” He said and you rolled your eyes. You had survived this much you weren’t about to let a little lack of oxygen be the thing that killed you. 

“What… ever.” You panted and Jason smirked at you glad to see you were still sassy despite the current situation. He waited until your breaths were no longer coming in wheezes and were instead normal-sounding before he took a step back and cast another look around the place. 

“You ready to go?” He asked and you nodded and the two of you started moving again. The two of you ran down the hallway for a bit before Jason finally spoke up again. 

“So why are we going to the stairs now?” He asked and you glanced over at him as you guys rounded a corner, the door to the stairs coming into sight. 

“Because… there won’t be… any guards at the… stairs, besides they… would have shut down… the elevators by now.” You told him as the two of you burst through the door and onto the stairs. You collapsed against the railing, taking a second to catch your breath again as you stared down several flights of stairs leading to the basement. Lord help you if there were that many going down you didn’t want to find out how many were going up. 

“Smart, get the guards to think that’s where we’re going and it buys us a little more time.” He stated as he looked up at the number of stairs the two of you were going to have to climb and then back at you and you nodded. 

“Yep, that’s me… the think five steps ahead girl.” You joked as you started climbing the stairs taking two at a time and using the railing to haul you up the stairs. Your legs and arms were shaking by the time the two of you had climbed three measly floors and you had already decided that no matter the outcome if you survived this you were going to get some goddamn muscles and endurance. 

“Hey, do you know what floor they keep the stuff they take from us when we’re kidnapped?” He asked after the two of you had passed your fifth floor and you had to pause again. You looked up at him panting and brow furrowed in confusion.

“No why?” You asked and he pursed his lips as he glanced down at you and then back at the ten floors that the two of you still had to go. 

“It’s just that, I was kidnapped with some very important stuff that might be able to help us out if we could just get to it.” He told you and your brow furrowed even more as you tilted your head. 

“What kind of stuff?” You asked. 

“Just you know, the important stuff.” He responded and you frowned. Part of you had been hoping that when Jason meant stuff it would be grenades or some other type of explosive or even a more powerful gun, not this bullshit cryptic answer that he had given you.

“No, I don’t know… what floor they keep… that stuff on… provided they even keep it.” You panted out as you started climbing again. “Besides even if… I did.. I wouldn’t tell you… we can’t afford to… stop.” You forced out as you dragged yourself onto the seventh floor. Jason opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of a door banging open from several floors beneath the two of you. You paused leaning over the side to look down and see a guard leaning over the side as well. 

“THERE THEY ARE!!!! THEY’RE IN HERE!!! HEADING UP THE NORTHSIDE STAIRWELL!!! The guard shouted both to the men flooding in behind him and into the radio on his shoulder. 

“Hurry!” Jason shouted as he grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs and onto the next floor. The two of you got one foot on the next stairwell when you heard a door bang open above the two of you and the sound of several footsteps flooding into the stairwell. 

“Freeze! We have you surrounded!” The guards shouted as they peered over the railing glaring down at the two of you.

“What are these guys cops all of a sudden?” Jason mumbled as he judged the distance between the two of you and the guards before he pulled you back down on to the floor the two of you had been caught on. 

“Fuck.” Jason cursed as he shoved you behind him, his eyes darting between the two landings that had been flooded with guards all of them with their guns aimed at the two of you. This was bad. This was fucking bad. The two of you needed to get out of here, and you needed to do it fast or else the two of you were not going to get out of this alive. 

“What do we do now?” Jason whispered to you as he backed the two of you up towards the door, his eyes darting repeatedly between all of the guards, raising his gun prepared to fire if he needed to.

“We need to get around these guys somehow.” You whispered back looking between all the guards and glancing back at the door. 

“Alright, alright, give me a second to figure out how to do that,” Jason muttered back as he glanced back at you and then towards the guards and then to the door. 

“May I suggest that the two of you surrender now, I promise you it will make all of this a lot, lot, easier.” Dr. Roberts stated. You felt chills race down your spine at the sound of his voice and you tensed up your hands instinctively flying out and gripping the back of Jason’s shirt as you freeze your eyes widening. Jason glanced back at you as you gripped his shirt, eyes wide with fear and grip deathly tight before looking back out at the guard's eyes scanning over them searching for Dr. Roberts. 

“And if we don’t?!” Jason shouted back. He needed to by the two of you just a little more time, he needed just a little more time to come up with a plan of how to do this. He didn’t have any of his stuff so there was no way he could take on all of these guards and protect you at the same time, the two of you were still too far away from the top to risk pushing through the guards to escape. But Jason was confident that the guards wouldn’t shoot to kill you, Dr. Roberts wanted the two of you for something… at least that’s what Jason was hoping for anyways. 

“Well, Jason if you don’t surrender then I’m afraid I’m going to have to order these men to kill you.” Dr. Roberts said as he stepped out from the sea of guards on the stairs directly across from the two of you. Jason glared at the man his finger twitching against the trigger as he raised the gun and pointed it at Dr. Roberts.

“When I say run, run through the door,” Jason whispered to you his eyes never leaving Dr. Roberts who was staring right back at him, clearly not thinking that Jason would do what he was thinking. 

“What are you thinking?” You hissed at him, his words momentarily snapping you out of your panicked thoughts. 

“Just trust me ok?” He whispered and you gave him a suspicious look but nodded your head all the same and shifted slightly towards the door. The guards shifted nervously as you moved and you glanced around at all of them loosening your grip on Jason’s shirt and shoving down the panic. Your hands shook as you let go of his shirt entirely the panic rising now that you had lost the one thing that had been grounding you.

“You’ll have to kill me first you ragged old bastard!” Jason shouted as he took a step back and Dr. Roberts glared at him his jaw clenching as he glared. 

“I don’t think you fully understand just who it is you’re going up against here boy. Now do as you're told and surrender while you still can.” Dr. Roberts said as he held up his hand and the guards all tensed simultaneously. 

“And neither do you asshole,” Jason said as his finger shifted on the trigger and he didn’t look away from Dr. Roberts as he turned his head slightly. 

“RUN!” “Kill him!” Dr. Roberts and Jason yelled at the same time as Jason fired at Dr. Roberts and you spun around breaking for the door. You screamed as you yanked open the door fire spreading up your arm fully knocking you out of the panicked state you were in. Jason fired a couple more times, killing several of the guards as he backed into the door and then into the hallway before slamming the door closed behind the two of you.

“Quick help me with this file cabinet!” You ordered as you grabbed a hold of it and started rocking it back and forth, ignoring the way your arm burned and the warm sticky feeling of your blood sliding down your arm. Jason rushed over to you and together the two of you knocked it over and pressed it up against the door before Jason moved to another one threw that one down on top of it. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked as he spun around to face you. You had your arm pressed firmly against your upper arm with a grimace on your face. 

“I’m fine. Come on we have to get moving. We have to beat them to the south stairwell that’s the only way we’ll be able to get out of here alive.” You said as you started running in the direction of the other stairwell. 

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Jason shouted as he ran in front of you and stopped causing you to run into his chest. 

“What are you doing? We don’t have time to stop.” You grumbled as you want to move past him but he sidestepped, further blocking your path. 

“You’re hurt.” He commented as he reached out to move your hand away from your arm and you glared at him taking a step back. 

“Excellent observation Sherlock.” You grumbled as you glared at him and he gave you a stern look to which you rolled your eyes and removed your hand, the blood flowing more freely now that the pressure was gone. 

“There, see? I’m fine it was just a graze, nothing to worry about. Now come on let's go, we don’t have time to waste standing around here making sure that I’m ok.” You stated as you covered the wound up again and moved around Jason. He didn’t look happy in the slightest about your brushing off of the wound but ultimately you were right the two of you didn’t have the time to stand around and worry about whether or not you were going to bleed out. The two of you had to get moving the guards were already going to be heading towards the other stairs or the elevator to intercept the two of you and you had to beat them to it. If the two of you could get ahead of them again then there was some hope that you could both escape this hell hole. 

The two of you ran in relative silence for a while, running down long corridors and zipping around corners. Able to move freely through what looked like an office area that had already been cleared out of its staff, so neither of you had to worry about them seeing you. However, your plan to get ahead of the guards was once again interrupted by a loud bang that reverberated throughout the abandoned floor and the sounds of guards shouting. 

“I told you we shouldn’t have stopped!” You shouted at Jason glaring at him as the two of you slid to a stop in one of the abandoned hallways. You had to figure a way out of this mess, there was no telling what stairwell that sound had come from so there was still hope that the two of you could get to the south stairwell before the guards. However, judging by how much shouting was going on around the two of you, you were being surrounded and quickly and neither of you was going to be able to move fast enough together to get through the guards.

“Jason promise me something.” You said as you turned to look at him. 

“What?” He asked you, his brow furrowed in confusion and his eyes distant as he tried desperately to figure out a way out of this situation. 

“Promise me that when you get out you’ll come back for me.” Your voice sounded weak and far away and there was a painful twisting in your gut as you looked up at him, desperation and determination shining in your eyes. 

“(Y/N) what the hell are you talking about? The two of us are getting out of here together end of story.” Jason stated as he looked at you his eyes filled with a startling amount of his determination. You shake your head, taking a step back from him. 

“No, we’re not. We move to slow together but if we split up then you stand a better chance at escaping from here. I’m the one that Dr. Roberts wants, I can distract the guards long enough that it’ll buy you enough time to get to the stairwell and get out of here.” You told him and he was shaking his head vigorously before you had even finished your sentence. 

“No. Not. I am not leaving you end of the discussion, we either both get out of here or neither of us does that’s how this works.” He stated his voice firm and leaving no room for discussion. You opened your mouth to respond but you were cut off by the sound of guards yelling much closer than they had been a couple of seconds ago. 

“Shit, come on,” Jason said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into one of the offices. 

“Jason what are you doing? Let me go. I need to get away from you so you can escape.” You hissed at him as you dig your heels into the ground pulling against his grip but he was still much stronger than you. 

“Listen, (Y/N) it’s admirable really that you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to save me but I don’t have time for your self-sacrificial bullshit. I made a promise to you that I was going to get both of us out of here alive and I intend on keeping that promise so why don’t you just sit down and shut up.” Jason said as he forced you to sit on the ground once the two of you were inside the office. You sat, shocked into silence as you watched him rush around the side of the desk and grab the chair before jamming it underneath the door handle. 

You could not believe him right now. Anyone would have just taken the offer that you had given them, they would have jumped on the opportunity to hand you over to the guards if it meant that they got to go free. They would have gladly left you behind so that they could have escaped. But no, not Jason, not him, no instead he decided to be an idiot and stay with you despite knowing that the two of you were most certainly going to be caught now. 

“You’re a dumbass.” You told him as you watched him rush back behind the desk and over to the computer. He looked up at you that classic little smirk on his face. 

“That’s what people keep on telling me, but I don’t think I’m a dumbass so much as I am… stubborn.” He joked as he looked back at the computer typing. 

“Stubborn is often the same thing as dumbass, Jason, besides how can you make jokes at a time like this? We’re going to die.” You pointed out to him and he glanced over at you his fingers never stopped typing. 

“The same way you found it in yourself to correct me. Also, we’re not going to die, you’ve got to think positive here (Y/N).” He said as his fingers flew across the keyboard and you rolled your eyes the sound of the guards getting closer causing your heart rate to spike. 

“I’m positive we’re going to die, there is that better?” You asked him dropping your head back against the wall and ignoring the way that your vision started swimming. 

“Ah, see now who’s making the jokes.” He smirked up at you and you raised your blood-covered hand to flip him off which caused him to chuckle. It amazed you that he was still capable of smiling and cracking jokes despite the current situation. Anyone else would have been freaking out and leaving you to deal with this mess, but not Jason. You were beginning to learn that Jason wasn’t like all the others that you had known. A loud banging on the door pulled you from your thoughts and you squint your eyes at the door, trying to see it through the fuzziness that was slowly threatening to take over your vision. 

“Just a minute,” Jason muttered under his breath and you could help the small smile that spread across your face at the joke. 

“I found them! They’re in here! Hurry!” The guard shouted and you could hear more guards running to him. 

“Jason, what are you even doing?” You asked him, a scary sense of calm coming over you as you lifted your head to look in his general direction. The fuzziness was slowly starting to turn to blackness and you weren’t sure what was causing all of this if it was the blood loss, overexertion, stress, or a mix of all three you weren't sure. 

“If we survive this I promise you I’ll tell you,” Jason said as the guards started beating against the door and you furrowed your brow in confusion watching as Jason’s face scrunched up in concentration. He looked up at the door a particularly loud-sounding cracking sound cut through his typing and you looked up with droopy eyes at the door. It was bowed significantly and you could see the guards on the other side attempting to break down the door. Jason went back to his typing and you looked away from the door. The last thing you remember seeing before the world went black was Jason picking up the computer monitor and slamming it down on the ground just as the guards broke down the door.

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[kazcaldwell]

lovable jock x dumb is good x the heart

@murderclubhq

NAME.

FULL NAME: Kazran Caldwell PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: ‘Kaz’ to a majority of the world. His sports bros call him ‘Caldwell’.

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Tyler Posey SEX: Cisgender male HEIGHT: 5′10, pretty average. WEIGHT: around 160 lbs. a little lighter when it’s baseball time and a little heavier in the winter during bulking season. BUILD: he’s generally lean and muscular, with a little more muscle definition in his thighs and calves. HAIR: short and black. he would grow it out but his mother makes him cut it regularly. HANDS: big hands for holding many balls. occasionally sports a big ink stain on the side of his right hand from an intense drawing sesh. too often has dirt caked under his fingernails. his hands always smell vaguely like a baseball glove. SCARS: a few, on his knee and calf, and a good one by his elbow. they’re all from various sports injuries, except the one across his hip that came from the time johnnie convinced him it would be a good idea to parkour over a barbed wire fence. CLOTHES: absolute sports bro garbage trash. ratty, dirty sneakers and white socks that come up a little too far. basketball shorts or track pants. jeans on only the most special occasions. his shirt is usually a jersey of some sort, and he’s rarely seen without a baseball cap (backwards, naturally). OTHER FEATURES: dimples! he has the most adorkable dimples when he smiles, which is most of the time. he also has a stick n poke tattoo on his wrist that his bff johnnie gave him - a poorly rendered skull and crossbones.

SPEECH.

VOICECLAIM: if Tyler Posey was a good southern boy ACCENT: slow and southern. LANGUAGE: english and spanish. his spanish pronunciation is inhibited by his deeply american accent, much to his mother’s chagrin, but he is fluent. ARTICULATION: he often has to search for a word or way of phrasing something in the middle of a sentence, but when he finds it, he says it with confidence. EDUCATION: kaz’s vocab is a lot of slang, peppered with ain’ts and y’alls. sometimes he’ll surprise the room with a three-syllable word but it’s always a shock when it happens. LAUGHTER: loud and often, from deep in his chest. has probably teared up from laughing more than he’s teared up from crying.

MANNERISMS.

FACE: his heart is displayed right on his face, in flashing neon lights. he’s often accused of having a case of the puppy dog eyes. HANDS: he fiddles a lot. he has a hard time keeping still, and his hands always need to be doing something. he doesn’t use them to talk, but he’ll be spinning a pencil in his hand mid-conversation for sure. LEGS/FEET: similar to his hands, he’s generally tapping and bouncing his leg to get out the pent up energy. EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: the happier and more excited he gets, the louder kaz is. he has no concept of his own volume and the halls of normal secondary are often blessed with echoes of him yelling, “BRO!”. when he’s upset, however, it’s quite the opposite. he withdraws and grows quieter. HABITS: kaz can’t stand the quiet, so if there’s a silent room, he can often be heard making beatboxing noises under his breath. PERSONAL SPACE: kaz has no concept of such a thing. anyone in the vicinity should prepare for him to barge into their bubble without the slightest thought.

HEALTH:

DIET: as a growing sports boy, kaz eats quite a lot. mostly protein, but when he’s not trying to be ultra fit for baseball, he’s a snack fiend. SLEEP: as a kid, growing up in a graveyard gave him frequent nightmares. he grew out of them, but his sleep cycle never really recovered, and he wakes up easily throughout the night. EXERCISE: every morning before school, he goes on a mile run. on the weekends, he does it for longer. he hits the gym to weight train whenever his team does but he doesn’t usually seek this out on his own. he’s more of a runner. CLEANLINESS: he’s a dirty, sweaty boy because he spends all of his time outside. his mother is unsure if he owns a piece of clothing without a grass stain on it. ODOR: general boy stank masked with the strong scent of old spice. NARCOTICS: although his friends dabble in recreational drugs, kaz is a good boy who doesn’t touch anything stronger than weed. he’ll even pass on that if he’s got practice or a game the next day. ADDICTIONS: baseball.

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: extrovert as hell. he hates alone time and will bug his friends to be in their presence no matter the time or day. OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: annoyingly optimistic. he’s like the bard of the group. when he’s sad, he has his moments, but it isn’t difficult for him to jump back to the glass being half full. SEXUALITY: straight-ish as far as he knows. he’s only ever dated girls, but there was that one time he woke up to his best friend’s hands on him. johnnie claimed he was half asleep and thought kaz was a girl, so it was whatever. he doesn’t think about it a lot. romance has never been a focus of his and he generally only dates because it’s a thing everyone else does. ROMANTIC: kaz has a huge heart and he can be super romantic. he’s that way with everyone he meets. PLANNING: kaz would rather rush into a situation and figure it out on the fly than stand back and make a plan. if he’s forced to rely on others before he can act, he likes to get the ball rolling by throwing out a million suggestions until one sticks. INTUITION: when it comes to the game, kaz has great intuition. it’s like he knows what the other team is going to do before they do it. he trusts his gut, and he brings that with him in real life situations as well. GOALS: more than anything, kaz wants to get out of normal and explore the world. his way to do that is through baseball and a potential scholarship, which he is very close to achieving. INSECURITIES: he takes most things in stride, but he can be insecure about his intelligence. especially with the murder club, he often feels like he isn’t contributing or helping the cause. he internalizes a lot of it and tries to put himself out there anyway, in the hopes that he’ll accidentally do something right. PHILOSOPHY: the caldwell family is not particularly religious, at least not more than their neighbors, but they are very traditional. they have a lot of beliefs about the sanctity of life and death. kaz is far more hedonistic/utilitarian in that he does what makes him happy in the moment and disregards whatever it might mean for his afterlife.

RELATIONSHIPS.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: kaz lives with his biological mother and father, but he doesn’t have a close relationship with them. they’ve always been distant and mostly allowed kaz to run off and do his own thing. they’re responsible parents, if not emotionally neglectful. FRIENDSHIPS: being a popular guy, kaz has a large social circle. he’s closest to the other guys on his baseball team, particularly johnnie ward, his best friend. after his brother’s disappearance, kaz has been distancing himself from his regular crowd and spending more time with the murder club. ANNOYANCES: kaz is the ultimate peace keeper. he rarely thinks that anything is worth fighting over and always tries to see things from the other person’s shoes, when he can. the only thing an argument is ever good for is entertainment when you’re watching two people go at it and you know you’re not involved. ADVERSARIES: kaz is more forgiving than he should be. he takes most things in stride, so it would be difficult to do anything so heinous that you lost his friendship. anything involving his brother is a good way to get him riled up. STRANGERS: kaz treats everyone he meets very familiarly, like they’ve been best friends for years. FUN STUFF: he does the standard teenage boy stuff with his pals. they play video games, trash other people’s houses at parties, hit each other with sticks, etc. he’s very active and hands on so he rough houses with his friends a lot. BEST FRIEND: johnnie ward is his bff and has been for a long time. johnnie is like the mr. hyde to his dr. jekyll - the one who always drags kaz along to do the dangerous, slightly illegal things. WORST ENEMY: at the moment, kaz’s worst enemy has to be the sheriff and the rest of the police force. although he’s generally always been on good terms with them due to his sports prowess bringing renown to normal (johnnie often shoves kaz at the cops when they get into a spot, so he can smile their way out), he can’t forgive them for the lazy, uncaring way they’ve handled his brother’s disappearance.

INTERACTIONS.

GROUPS: the more the merrier. kaz loves having people around him and thrives in group settings. he’s the guy at the party who keeps hopping between different social groups to interact with everyone he can. OPENNESS: it’s a 50/50 situation. there are certain things that kaz keeps very private, that he’s unwilling to talk about. he’s so bent on keeping it positive that he doesn’t often share the deep stuff unless he’s doing so flippantly. however, there isn’t a lot that he takes seriously enough to treat this way. GENEROSITY: kaz would probably give both his kidneys if someone really needed them. he grew up lower class (not as much as the wards, but enough) so he doesn’t have too much to share, but he shares it all the same. JEALOUSY: romantically, kaz is not the jealous type. he’s so socialable himself that he couldn’t imagine getting upset if someone else was the same way. the only thing that’s ever really made him jealous is seeing the way his more well-off teammates live. they can afford the nicer cleats and have more time to spend in the weight room, etc. etc. he’s seen how it takes him more work to stay at the same place as them and wishes it were easier. TEMPER: generally patient as a saint, if only because most stuff either flies over his head or is taken in a positive manner by him. his temper has gotten worse recently, but it’s still very tame. AFFECTION: kaz’s way of showing affection is through touch and time spent with the other person. he’s very affectionate with all of his friends, always boosting them up and being their hype man. a total team player. DISTASTE: if he dislikes someone, he simply becomes the opposite of himself. cold, robotic, generally antisocial around them. ETIQUETTE: polite enough. his mama raised him to be a gentleman so he acts accordingly, but he can’t help being a little rude around the edges without realizing so. RESPONSIBILITY: he feels responsible for everything. he’s always been extremely independent, as his parents left him alone to take care of himself and then eventually his brother, so he sees himself as the one who has to handle it all. if something doesn’t go right, he feels like it’s his fault and internalizes the blame. he projects his bad feelings onto others when they’re bad, if only because he has a hard time processing them. CONFIDENCE: kaz is very confident in most aspects of life, aside from anything to do with academia. he rolls with the punches. HONESTY: honest, but never in a way that intentionally hurts someone else’s feelings. he will occasionally blurt out something that’s honest and rude, but it’s usually accidental and he tries to put a positive spin on most stuff. LEADER OR FOLLOWER: follower, and pushover. kaz’s friends could get him to jump off a bridge if they really wanted. he likes to go with the crowd, to feel like his belongs. FLIRTING: if kaz is speaking, he’s flirting. ATTENTION SPAN: poor. he’s very easily distracted. the only place where he’s super focused is out on the field.

LIFE.

DUTY: kaz has always been responsible for taking care of his brother. when baseball started to get more intense with scouts was when he asked abby to take over for him. he’s the de facto captain of his team and is in charge of making sure everybody is in shape and doing what they should. COMBAT SKILLS: he’s a lover, not a fighter. but he’s fit and athletic so it wouldn’t be difficult for him to defend himself or others. HOME: he’s a garbage boy with a very messy cave of a room. but it’s organized chaos and once a month his mom makes him clean up because it smells worse than the dead people in there. COOKING: he can use a microwave. hot pockets all day, baby. DRIVING: he doesn’t have a car, preferring to get about town on rollerblades, but he can sometimes be seen driving johnnie’s white mustang when his best friend is out of it. FINANCES: the caldwell’s live a humble lifestyle. they’re on the lower side of lower middle class. more like upper poverty. but kaz does odd jobs here and there for cash money, like mowing lawns and shoveling snows and such neighborhoodly things. PETS: there’s a feral cat that lives in the graveyard. he also has johnnie. LAW: he’s gotten in trouble a few times - breaking and entering, vandalizing public property, public urination... mostly things his friends were doing that they blamed kaz for because they knew he’d get out of it. he doesn’t have a record because that’s usually true. TRAVELING: he’s never been out of normal, but he wants to travel the world more than anything. MEDICAL: the only time kaz has ever had a real medical mishap was at a very young age, when his parents left him in the car to go to a town council meeting. middle of summer, way too hot, and it landed him in the hospital nearly dead from heat stroke. he doesn’t suffer any lingering medical issues from it but it has left him with a strong desire to always feel like his body is functioning and alive. PARTYING: he’s a partier, always letting his friends drag him along to the haunt of the night. HOBBIES: drawing. he doodles in his sketchbook. it started being a more frequent activity as a way to bond with alfie, but he does it on his own as well.

#char work #normal:task1

[loverlylight]

...okay, so I can’t help but picture Stride and Jekyll with the whole “X is the worst. And that’s not just me being jealous, I’d say that to their face.” bit, but then instead of what happened next in Gravity Falls Stride just going, “actually, wait a second”, going off to find Jekyll and tell him that he’s the worst.

#my mind is an odd place

[nonaheksakontan]

Stride: lisa carew can this be you

Lisa: but it's stride to hell not jekyll to hell

Jekyll in the background: lisa i told you not to take my drugs

#jekyllhyde #jekyll and hyde the musical #jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #simon stride #Strider #lisa carew #Emma carew??? #I don't even know what have i written #I come up with this idea at 4:06 don't judge me #incorrect quotes #I'VE INVENTED THIS ONE INCORRECT QUOTE BUT IDK WHAT DID I HAVE IN MY MIND #stuff that i torture my friend at night which is probably morning at that time #Jekyll x lisa #Lisa x stride #fucc go bacc

[scurvyboy]

Simon Stride, the man, the myth, the bitch

Why I like them: he has the bits

Why I don’t: he’s a coward and a piece of shit

Favorite episode (scene if movie): lisa carew and death

Favorite season/movie: season 2 henry jekylls guide to death

Favorite line: “fuck you jekyll she’s my wife”

Favorite outfit: suit

OTP: simon stride x bacon bits

Brotp: simon stride x bacon bits

Head Canon: hyde vores him

Unpopular opinion: he looks like if draco malfoy and mr. burns had a child 

A wish: to have been put in dr. jiggle and mr. sly

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: be treated like a good character

5 words to best describe them: my, girlfriends, favorite, character, gross 

My nickname for them: bitch

thanks gf this was fun

[scotianostra]

Happy 55th Birthday Stephen "Dougray" Scott born on November 25th 1965.

In my opinion Dougary is a very underrated actor.  

Dougray was born and brought up in Glenrothes, Fife, the son of Elma, a nurse, and Alan Scott, an actor and salesperson, attending the local Auchmuty High School, the name Dougray is from his grandmother's surname, it is not unusual in Scotland for Grandparents surnames to be used as "middle" names, my own mothers were Clarkson and Gilmore. 

From School Dougray went on to enrol in a foundation course in drama before going on to attend the Royal Welsh College of Music & Drama in Cardiff from 1984 to 1987; here, he earned the college's Most Promising Drama Student award. In 1988, he moved to London.

Scott's early work was in Scottish national theatre and television, first appearing in the series Soldier Soldier as well as on the stage in the Tim Fleming directed production of Wallace. Early television credits to follow included The Rover, Taggart: Nest of Vipers, Lovejoy, and Soldier Soldier. Scott followed this up with impactful turns in the films You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, Black Beauty, and Another Nine & a Half Weeks. He also starred in a film I mentioned the other day, alongside Dougie Henshall, This Years Love, look out for it, it is very funny and full of Scots!

Other film roles have included the hit film Ever After, opposite Drew Barrymore Then with Robert Duvall, Tea Leoni, and Vanessa Redgrave in the film Deep Impact, as well as the second instalment in the hit Mission: Impossible franchise, Mission Impossible 2. Scott also appeared opposite Kate Winslet in Michael Apted's Enigma as well as the 2002 film Ripley's Game, opposite Ray Winstone. In 2006 Dougary  appeared in US television for the first time in the ABC miniseries The Ten Commandments as well the Hallmark TV movie Arabian Nights. US television audiences next saw Scott in the NBC series Heist as well as the hit series Desperate Housewives. He followed these impressive turns with the BBC miniseries adaptation of the cult classic novel The Day of the Triffids .

He was also been seen in the critically-acclaimed movie My Week With Marilyn, the hit Netflix series Hemlock Grove, and the Cinemax series Strike Back. On this side of the Atlantic, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was great as well as another film was New Town Killers, set in Edinburgh, and in an episode of Dr Who with Matt Smith. He was also in the TV series, Snatch, based on the film of the same name.

More recently Dougary has been back in the states featuring in the Superhero series Batwoman as Colonel Jacob Kane. He has a couple of projects on the go, La Cha Cha is a dark comedy which also stars Rhys Ifans, it was written and filmed in South Wales in four weeks over the coronavirus lockdown. His other, Judy,  looks really interesting, it is based upon Damien Lewis’s best selling book: “Judy A Dog In A Million, Judy was an English pointer with an innate ability to sniff out danger. This is an endearingly moving true story of her life as a runaway puppy from a Shanghai kennel, whose journey as a ship's mascot saved hundred of lives, leading her to become recognised as the only animal POW in WW2. It also stars Rupert Everret. It's a remarkable story, google Judy dog and you should find it. 

A story appeared early this year that Tom Cruise blocked Dougary from getting the role of Wolverine in the X Men film, it turned Hugh Jackman into a worldwide star, filming of Mission Impossible II had overran and Cruise would not spare Scott, who had also suffered a shoulder injury delaying some filming. Dougary took it in his stride though later saying “I feel very fortunate anyway. I like Hugh, he’s a really lovely guy. It wasn’t as if he stole it off me. Basically, my movie ran over and I had to pull out. It wasn’t his fault and he did a fantastic job.”

Dougray has twin boys to former wife Sarah Trevis, and an adopted son named Milo with actress Claire Forlani who he married in 2007. He organises an annual celebrity golf tournament for the Leukaemia charity Leuka, he also campaigns for Walk for Parkinson’s fundraisers after seeing his late father suffer from the disease.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #birthday

[is-i-halloween-yet]

The End of All Things: Chapter 02 (Antisepticeye X Reader

((AN: I DID IT TWO UPDATES IN A DAY!!!! HAHA!!! YAYA! Enjoy and lemme know whatcha think of the Dark one. There’s s’more coming too so do not worry!! ENJOY!!!! And lemme know theories and what you think in the comments. Love yall!!))

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Chapter 01: https://is-i-halloween-yet.tumblr.com/post/160118033733/the-end-of-all-things-chapter-01

Prologue: https://is-i-halloween-yet.tumblr.com/post/159517853384/the-end-of-all-things-a-preview-for-the-upcoming?is_related_post=1

Her voice echoed throughout the ballroom as she pushed away from her roommate to hover in the back, slight embarrassment. A strange feeling that was a mix of humor and anger filled me, my head wanting to twitch though I restrained, distracting myself by moving myself up the stairs to where she stood, isolated from everyone and enjoying ever second of it. Taking a sip of the disgusting drink for assimilation  before handing it to the person on my left, striding faster towards her figure.

"Why are you alone?" My voice came as a surprise as she jumped, only to look up at my masked face for a moment before she looked back down apologetically. "For someone who wishes to be alone it's quite modest to come to a ball not wearing a mask."

Y̛o͠u áre͡ d̸res̡s͡ed͡ ap͝p̢ro̢pri̷at̵e̷l̨y̴,͠ ͘though ́

She looked down, embarrassed and ashamed, toying with her long, silk brown and red skirt as a blush filled her cheeks of such emotions, "I'm sorry I did not-" "I am not looking for an apology." I sighed, attempting to alter my tone to not frighten her which was good enough for her to look up at me a smirk replacing my features as I sat beside her on the couch, "I am looking for company." Her eyes widened as she looked back to her lap, shock filling her features with a hint of confusion. I could hear her practically hesitation.

D̵̄̂ͯ́͑̊͐̀oͯͩ̅ͬ̚҉͘nͬ̔͋̇ͮ͡'̇̀̌̽̒t̢̅̅̿ͦ̋͗̃ ̵ͩͩͨ́͡b̢̎̀̓̔͊e̸̢͗ͦͬ͌̓ ͛́̒͜a̶ͧ͒̈͞f̷̧ͥ̽̾̎̅͆͑͒̊r̿̍ͯ̏ͪ̓̿̀à́̽̒̊͂iͫ̏̀ͪͥ̇̌̇̏͏̵̷d̶̏̽́.̴̾̅͐́͒͛͌ͮ.ͪ͌.̶̎̑ ̊̊ͥ̓͂ͤͦͭ͆҉Iͬ̑͛ ̡ͥ͟ẅ́̐ͥ̏ͯ̊i̡̊̀̾̔l̎͑ͫͫ̓̍ͬ̀l̸ͫͬͦ̍̚ ̏ͨͭ̄͜n̂̿̋̉ͯͣͣ̊oͨͥ̂̿̄͠҉̷ ̏̄ͪ̽͏h̛̑ͪ͠a̵͋̔́͋͟͠r̷͗͊̅̽̂̓͘m͌̄ͩͣͭ͛҉̵ ̛̌͑ȳ̅͑͑҉́͢o͑ͭ̓͘ŭ͗ͥ͞.͌͛̀̀.̶̑͂̈́̐̄̀̃. ̢͛͗̍͞ ̍́̽͒ͪͯͥ̍̕J̧ͥu̶ͪ̎́ͫ̀͜sͪ̔̈̈́̑́͟ţ̡̊̍͌͜ ̊ͯ̅̇ͫ͂s̅̑ͯͭ̈̑ͨ͘͞ȃ̡̂ͪ͒y̡̅ͮ̏̂͆ͪ͐ͨ̈͘ ͯ͛̿̿͂͜͟͟y̛̌̓͊̇̓̑̽̎ȅ̏̽̓̓́̚͠s̷̎̅ͪͩ̿̀ J̴̩̖͕͔̘͓̺̖͕̎͂̉ͣ̔̆͗̿͢ǔ̢͙̫̌ͭͩ̇̽s̼͖̱̝̜͚̙̈́̐ͨ͑ͩ̽̎̃ť̛͚͉̲͚̓̆̈́̌͑ ̤̥̹̪̗͉̱̹̎ͫ͋͆̀ͬ̐̓l̵̛̬͖̜͈̻͗ͥ̐͡e̸̢̮͉͔͔̗͔̦͈ͧͥ̍̊̏͊t̴͉̬̂ͪ̆͛ͮ͋ͦ͂ ̺̦̣͒͂̔̓ͨm̸̮̫͉̙̂͑͌ͦͥ̕e̹̥̫̟̤̜̾̓ͪͮ̚͢͞ ̴͍̟̩̤͍̟͚̫ͩ̔͛̚͠ǐ҉̭̦̞̼͉̜̫nͪ͂ͪ̂́҉̧̫̩̤̥̲͔̲̗ "

O-Okay." She sighed, as slight quiver in her voice as she looked shyly at my eyes, meeting my gaze for a few seconds,"Y/N- I m-mean I am-"

I smiled, taking her hand, "I'm Anti-Anthony." I settled, knowing she'd recognize the name I normally went with. Her hand, though was distracting, it shook and was cold. And I could hardly feel heat. Realizing I was still holding it gave it a small shake a dropped it, acknowledging that several moments of me being in my head had past, "Aren't you going to ask me who I am?" I mused, smirking, just trying to change the subject.

She examined me, "You just look like- like someone dressed really nice." I echoed her response with a smirk.

"Well Ms. Lucy Harris, while you are correct I am devilishly handsome, I think you should look again."

She chuckled slightly, coming closer to look, "So... So is it Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde who knows his musical theater?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I jested Putting on a darker voice, waiting for her chuckle to cease, "Though I appreciate your flattery, I only know a few. The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde is merely one of my favourite stories."

"Ah and a Lit freak as well." She mused. I scoffed, faking offence, "Well look whose Ms. Confidence all the sudden." "Oh no! I mean- I hardly meant to-"

Laughing again, "I know what you meant. And I can tell, from one 'lit freak' to another, I can tell you've got it just as bad as I do. If not worse." I elbowed her as she echoed my laughter, "Favourite?" She raised her eyebrows back and I chuckled, "C'mon I told you mine. Your turn!"

She sighed looking thoughtfully out into the crowd, looking into her eyes to see the wheels turning in her head."I could say Shakespeare or Poe, but honestly everyone says those." She rambled on for moments more but there was something in her tone. Something so... Captivating. It dropped confidence and passion with every syllable, I couldn't help but let a smile spread on my lips, "And I don't know. Barrie's good for a laugh you know? And then there's Alcott and Brontë. All three of them were brilliant but I'd have to say Dickens is my true love."

"Dickens?" I mused, raising my eyebrows and making a small tsk with my tongue, "I suppose he's decent."

She raised her eyebrows, biting down on her lip to fight the urge to continue her rant, "I don't know... I guess I-" she looked down chuckling, "I guess he just has a way with words that can make the chills run up your spine in all the ways a book should do." I nodded and smiled, never breaking contact with her eyes as they jolted around the scene excitedly, landing on the ground, then made contact with mine, a blush spreading her cheeks, "Sorry. You picked the wrong person to spent your "company" with." Again her eyes fell down insecurely as she made contact to the floor, her hands again anxiously picking at the seams of her gown.

Not thinking I grabbed her palm, using the other to bring her gaze back to mine, stroking her cheeks gently, "Or the right one."

I couldn't help but beam brightly as she chuckled while I spun her around in a small circle by her wrist, her skirt spinning out as well as I pulled her back in, her arms finding my neck and shoulders and feet quickly stepping back on top of mine while mine rested against the small of her back as I lead the movement. Back. Forward. Back. Forward.

"Why are we doing this?" She chuckled, though not resisting the movement, "The song is too fast and surely your feet must be tired..."

"You're the one who said you had two left feet." I smirked, picking her up and twirling her by the waist, setting her down when her laughter echoed the air, looking into her eyes, "My feet are fine...As for the song, however, we are creating our own. Can't you hear it?" She shook her head, eyes finding the floor. Sighing as she lost touch with me, I looked away so she wouldn't see the glow of my eyes as I manipulated the music around us to change to the haunting melody and pulled away to look at her as she gasped, looking back up at me while her lips slowly turned upwards, unable to speak only to look at me as once more I moved us in our motion.

And it was all she could do with that smile as though entranced by the simple yet captivatingly creepy tune. There was something in her eyes as time went by, almost as though euphoria and memory were coursing through her veins just from a mere closer look at the many colors of my eyes.

M̳̟̲̟̤ͣ̋y͍̞̖ͥ͋ ͎̭̜̥̃̚̚princess.ͯ͆̄̂͌̌̏.̒̈̓̋̐̚.̫̺̬͍̈̿̌ͪ̽̆̇ ̟͕͇̜̓͗S̭̘͔̤̪̤̏h͈͎̄̉ͧ̍͂e̱͕͋̈̃̊'͓͇͔͔̩̾ͣͯͅs̩͇̠ͮ̇̆̎̈ͦ ̙̹̤͆ͭ̄̚r̗̞̰͔͔͍̂̿͊è̻̣͖̖̥̹̘͒̂̿̉͆m̼̭͔̩͚̠̓̾̾͗ͯẽ̱̲̦ͯm̗̻̣͓͐̅̇͑̚b̯̬̰͓ͤe̗͔͇͎͙̰r̈i͉̖̖̱͑̋ͭ̿n͉̬̲̣ͫg̔̈ͭ̅͊ͮ̚.̯͈ͨ͒͋̃ͣ̋̓.͈̭̩̮ͥͣ̋ͨ̐ͬ

But it quickly changed as she gripped my arms stopping, lights flickering as she looked up, slowly the smile whipping from her face.

"Y/N?"

People all looked in our direction as she didn't respond. I didn't care just became more desperate. Then her nose started to bleed. And then...

"Y/N! Shit!"

#antisepticeye #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye imagine #antisepticeye imagines #jacksepticeye #anti #anti imagine #anti imagines #anti x reader

[nonaheksakontan]

Therapist: jekyll and hyde is a calm fandom it can't hurt you with strange shipnames

Me: hi!!!!!

We had already had Jekyll x Bessie — Jessie

Archibald Proops x General Lord Glossop — Gloops

Lady Beaconsfield x Lord Savage — Tessie/Berbert

Wild Parties Trio (Bessie, Teddy, Archie) — Bestie

Bishop x Lord Savage — Bieddy

Bishop x Jekyll — Bill

Emma x Lucy — Emcy

Bishop x Archie — Birchie

Stride x Beaconsfield — Stressie

Stride x Hyde — Hide

Lanyon x Enfield — Enyon/Lanfield

Teddy x Bessie x Lanyon — Tesla

Stride x Emma — Strimma

Danvers x Bishop — Danshop

Hyde x Lucy — Hycy

Jekyll x Enfield — Jeld

Utterson x Danvers — Uttervers

Teddy `Herbert` x Proops — Herbald / Hoops

Bessie x Archibald Proops — Besoops / Bed

Jekyll x Glossop — Glokyll / Jessop / Genry / Horge

Jekyll x Stride — Jede

Glossop x Lucy — Gloocy

Poole x Lucy — Poolucy

Bishop x Poole — Boole

Henry / Hyde x Poole — Hoole

Stride x Spider — Strider

Hyde x Archibald — Edwibald

Train x Savage — Trainvage

Bottle x Archie — Bottoops

Bessie x Hyde — Bede

Enfield x Hyde — Ende

Utterson x Hyde — Gabride

Bessie x Utterson — Beerson

And one that's been stuck in my head from the moment I heard it

STRIDE X GLOSSOP — STOP

it's a sign I should stop for today

#jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde the musical #discord shit #Guys dont enter my discord server we're cursed #Late night discord shit #THERE'S STORM OUTSIDE AND I HAVE LITTLE BATTERY SHIET #jekyll and hyde stuff you didnt ask for but needed #i should go to sleep #GUYS I NEED MORE SLEEP #ODD SHIPNAMES MY BELOVED HOBBY #TRY TO GUESS MY MBTI BASED ON WHAT KIND OF SHITPOST I AM POSTING #HANIA WHAT HAVE WE DONE AND WHY #JOKEWATERMARK #PROKURATORO NIE GOŃ MNIW #I DON'T KNOW WHICH TAGS SHOULD I ADD #REBLOG IT I BEG YOU THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE THIS TRUTH