Everything will be okay. ( a WandAgatha fanfic. )
Summary: In Paris lived Wanda with her husband, a small but violent man who didn't hesitate to abuse her physically, mentally but mostly sexually. A few months ago, she met Agatha: a rich and beautiful woman who didn't hide her homosexuality. One night, it was too much for Wanda and the violence from her husband got too extreme for her to stay anymore.
More info: In this AU, Wanda don't have her power. She will learn witchcraft from Agatha.
Warnings: Angst, NSFW ( mention of rape, scenes of violence, blood, mention of murder. )
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Paris, 1860.
The big city was slowly fading into the darkness of the winter night, the shining of the moon and stars illuminating with a soft light the streets and houses.
2 Am. Everyone should be asleep, but in the Raquin's bedroom everyone was still up; Camille, a blond haired man with large green eyes, was laying down in a large wooden bed with his spouse: Wanda. Both of them were fully awake, but not for the same reasons. . .
Dressed with only a thin night gown cut just under her butt, Wanda could feel the nasty and disgusting looks of Camille going over her body, cherishing every shape of it. She felt disgusted by it, but even if she wanted to tell him to stop watching her sleep, she didn't; scared of his response or reaction. Camille was a very violent man, who never hesitated to hit Wanda to make her his sexual toy. Her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying to think of something else, but she reopened them quickly; feeling a cold hand sliding over the shapes of her waist and butt.
— Not tonight Camille, please. I'm tired. Let me sleep for once.
Whispered the redhead as she pushed away the man's hand, making him growl with anger; suddenly making the woman turn around as he cupped her face with his hand, making her look into his eyes. Wanda froze; clearly scared by the man.
— If I want to use you tonight, you'll shut up and let me use you. So don't push me away again or I'll swear to God i'll make this night the worst you ever had.
Wanda's body was trembling, but her will to do as she wanted was too strong and so, she pushed away the man again; getting up from the bed just after, caressing her own cheek, this one hurting.
— Wanda, I'll ask you one more time: come back on the bed.
— No. I won't.
— No ? I see how it is.
The man slowly got up from the bed, stepping forward to the woman with calm but loud footsteps. And as soon as he was close enough to Wanda, he grabbed her reddish hair; pulling it hard enough for her to fall on the ground. She whimpered, hiding her face with her arms to protect herself.
— Without me, you're nothing. So stay at your fucking place. If I want to use your body every night, I'll do it even if you don't want it.
After these words, Camille took again the woman's hair to push her over the bed, now his body towering over hers. Wanda eyes quickly started to get wet from tears, she was terrified; she knew Camille could do anything to her.
— Camille, please, I am just asking for one night of peace. You'll do whatever you want tomorrow but tonight I –
She got cut in her sentence by a sudden and hard slap across her face; a new whimper fading between her pinkish lips. Camille cupped his spouse's face once more.
— One more word or even a sound and I promise on my mother's head that the next slap will be with my hand closed.
Wanda was trembling, now sobbing as she was quietly begging Camille to stop and leave her alone; but everything got worse quickly: forced kisses over lips, soon her neck and breasts as his hands were touching her body to come and take off her panties.
— Camille please!
She was begging, using her hands to punch and push his body. And finally, with all of her strength, she pushed the man away to make herself fall from the bed and get away from him.
— You slut! Start to run because if I catch you, you'll have way worse than what I was supposed to do to you!
Wanda looked up over the bed to see the man's silhouette stand up, doing the same as well; and without more thinking, she ran to the bedroom door, opening it so hard that the handle slammed against the wall. She ran down the stairs, but her feet slipped and she fell right on the wooden floor; her face hitting the wood maybe too hard because of how her lips were now bleeding as well as her nose.
She was on her stomach, face against the wood as Camille was getting to her, now towering over her again but this time he was on his feet. His hands took the woman's hair in a ponytail to pull it hard enough for her to squeak.
— You're fucking pathetic, Wanda. Look at you, who would want someone like you. You disgust me.
Laughed the man before tightening his grip on the girl's hair and suddenly, BOOM, he hit her face against the floor. She squeaked in pain, blood dripping from her lip and nose as he was now letting go of her reddish hair to walk forward in the room.
— You have no one to run to. Who would want a filthy slut like you ? Even your dad did not want you, he preferred to go to war and leave you.
Wanda looked up from wooden floor, everything was moving around her, it felt like she was on a boat; she was hearing Camille but her own breath was louder than his words and the sound around her.
— Get up !
He got closer to her to take her arm and make her stand up.
— Come on you are the one who wanted to run away, go ahead it's open. I can even help you !
Camille left her to go open the door, slamming it against the wall. He stepped outside to scream for help, screaming very loudly to make sure everyone would hear him. But no one moved, everyone acted like nothing was happening.
— See ? No one gives a fuck about what's happening here !
— Camille please let's just go back into our bed to sleep and forget everything...
— No Wanda. You wanted to run away so go ahead, run ! Run to nowhere since no one gives a fuck about you !
He stepped forward, now close to the redhead; close enough to pull the girl by the hair from the stairs to the door, pushing her outside.
She looked up at him when hitting the floor by the violent push he gave her, eyes full of tears. Camille took her by the shoulders, pushing her against a wall.
— You're miserab–
As he was talking, he suddenly stopped when he received some spit on his face: making him grunt in disgust, letting the ginger go from his grip. Wanda spat in his face.
She fell on the floor, quickly getting up to get away from Camille; but she felt bad for leaving the shop. She couldn't just leave like that but she also couldn't stay like that with Camille. The pressure was suddenly falling on her, looking back at the shop, she stopped herself in her run.
— What are you waiting for ? You should hurry before I catch you, Wanda.
A shiver run through her back, when hearing the psychotic man talk again as he walked towards her in a menacing way; was he really going to chase her into Paris ? Or was he just trying to scare her ? She didn't want to know.
Her feet started moving again on the cold ground before she looked away and started running away. Away from him. Away from everything she had here.
Bare foot, in a thin night dress, running for her life in the parisian streets as her tears were rolling doing her doll cheeks. How could all of this have happened ? Had she ever done something bad to him for him to get so violent with her ? Was it her fault ? She could hear the man whistling from afar to signal he was following her.
Running and running, Wanda's body was feeling weak. She was running for almost an hour straight now, loosing hope every second: but suddenly, the Harkness house appeared in front of her eyes. She made it. She finally found her lover's house and everything would be okay! Tripping, panting, crying; she finally reached the house. Walked up the small stairs in front of it, she banged repeatedly her fist against the door, begging in her mind for Agatha to wake up.
— For God's sake, I'm coming !
The hollow voice of the woman could be heard from behind the door, some mumbling following her first words. Now opening the door, a gasp escaped the black haired woman's mouth. She could barely recognize her lover with all the bruises and dirt on her face.
— Wanda is that you – ? Oh dear lord, my sweet angel –
She got cut in her sentence by Wanda falling on her knees; the older one rushing toward the redhead to help her stand up, even taking her in her arms and carrying her to go inside the house. Agatha walked into the living room, putting down her Chérie near the fired up chimney.
— You're all cold and dirty, Chérie. Wait here, I'll come back.
She stood up, leaving the room to go right in the bathroom and get a basin with a towel, also some clothes. She knew what had happened. She knew exactly who put Wanda like that, a fire lighting up in her mind; she couldn't stand it anymore, seeing her partner with bruises and scars everyday wasn't an option anymore.
She walked back into the living room: a basin of water, a towel and some clothes in her arms. Putting it down near the victim, her warm hands slid over Wanda's cheeks to caress it softly.
— It's him again, isn't it ?
Wanda nodded her head, melting against the touch offered to her.
— He'll never hurt you again, I promise. I'll protect you with my own life if I have to.
Her right hand reached to the towel, wetting it into the bassin before rubbing it gently over Wanda's face, getting her face clean. Soon she did the same with her whole body; well most of it, especially where she was hurt from her race outside and finally, she helped her put on the clothes.
Both women stayed for minutes, maybe an hour in front of the chimney, Agatha mostly waiting for Wanda to fall asleep so she could put her in bed; and when it happened, Agatha didn't wait a second more to do so: putting Wanda in bed and tucking her in.
And soon, Agatha was on her way to the boutique where Wanda ran away from: but contrary to Wanda, she wasn't going to let the frail and miserable man hurt her, even raise his voice at her, he wouldn't have time to anyways.
