Summary: In 17th century Salem, two young witches, Agatha Harkness and the daughter of her mother’s rival, are seen as inevitable enemies. Raised in the shadows of a bitter feud between their powerful mothers, they have little real interaction, only feeding off the coven’s assumptions. When a chance encounter in the forest exposes unexpected vulnerabilities, the line between rivalry and attraction begins to blur, their relationship transforming into an unexpected and forbidden bond.
Tags: rivals to lovers, slow burn, angst and fluff and smut, tryna fit everything in here ngl, young Agatha owns my soul, eat my ass Evanora, abusive mother/daughter relationship, idiots in love, pining and tension
A/N: this is my first multi-chapter fic and my second fic overall so please feel free to give feedback. English is not my first language. Neither Nicholas nor Rio are in the story.
Summary: What happens when not one but two super-soldiers want to claim you?
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader, Sam Wilson
Warnings: angst, true mates, ABO dynamics, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of claiming, breeding kink, two Alpha’s one Omega, threesome, heat, oral (male receiving), language, consensual degrading (calling names), mentions of spanking, hair pulling, dominant Alpha’s, violence, blood, injured reader
A/N: This is the alternative version of Ours I wrote first. I fixed a few scenes and decided to post it too. You can read that one and the sequel Yours & Mine will still fit in.
“Please, stop!” Desperate you try to part the angry Alpha’s. The moment Steve saw you talk to his friend and ally he attacked him right away.
For months the same game went on. Both Alpha’s tried to get your attention but suddenly, none of them spared you a glance. You were confused and hurt, kept your distance to them too, even refused to talk to them.
Now the fight over you started anew and you fear the angry Alpha’s could hurt each other badly to prove who’s stronger.
“Guys stop fighting. You are frightening her.” Sam tries to part the angry Alpha’s. “Steve, look at her! Y/N is suffering for months thanks to both of you.”
While Steve tries to tackle Bucky, you shriek and both Alpha’s stop in their tracks. You tried to part them and stumbled over your bag only to land on your knees.
“Shit, Y/N.” When you try to get up you feel Sam’s hand grasp for you. “Look what you did to her once again. Hitting on her for months, then ignoring her and now this…” Pointing toward the angry Alpha’s Sam shakes his head.
“We…” Steve gasps seeing the blood run down your knee. “Omega, Y/N…” Letting go of Bucky, Steve rushes to your side, cradling your face as the man he was fighting seconds ago work with him in sync.
While Steve carefully picks you up to place you onto the couch Bucky presses a band-aid to your knee.
“Shh…I’ve got you Y/N. I will take care of you.” Nuzzling your cheek Steve purrs, smiling as a low mewl leaves your lips.
“She’s mine…” Bucky determines while his friend is busy to bury his head into your neck to inhale your scent deeply. He’s purring low in his throat, and the vibrations go straight to your core.
“Yours?” Steve’s head snaps into Bucky’s direction. Before you can blink Steve tackles his friend, drags him away from your trembling form. “I won’t share her! She’s mine.”
“Stevie, you can’t just keep her to yourself.” Teeth gritted, eyes almost glowing Bucky lunges forward to fist Steve’s shirt. “I’ll make sure she’s mine.”
“Not again, guys. Just calm down and have a look around the room!” Sam sighs as both Alpha’s are busy to snarl into his direction. “Seriously, you have to go to therapy. How about some anger management?”
“Leave this to us.” Steve clenches his jaw, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as he slams his fist into his friend’s face. Your screams echo through the room but the Alpha’s are too distracted by their fight to watch you get up on wobbling legs.
“She’s mine, not yours…” Bucky fights back, hitting Steve’s jaw hard enough with his metal fist to make him stumble. “Hands off!”
“Please…stop! BOTH OF YOU STOP!” Screaming on the top of your lungs you try to make them stop fighting each other but the Alpha’s are lost in their instinct, so you do the only thing coming to your mind, faking you are in pain.
“Ow…it hurts…” Whimpering you touch your knee with shaking fingers and Steve is by your side in a blink. His hand clumsily presses a band-aid to your knee while Bucky rummages in the first aid kit Sam opened to help you.
“Shh…we will make the hurting stop. Stevie and I will take care of you. No more fighting - you are ours.” Bucky purrs, now nuzzling your hair as Steve tries his best to clean your wound.
“Buck, that’s a deep cut and it bleeds heavily. We should bring her to Doctor Cho and make sure she’s not hurting. Y/N needs medical help.” Full Captain now Steve carefully picks you up while Bucky runs toward the door to open it for his friend.
“Y/N, are you hurting? Do you need anything?” Bucky won’t stop asking questions while Steve walks faster toward the medic bay. “We are sorry, doll.”
“You ignored me for weeks, kept your distance and then you start to fight over me again. Why can’t you just leave me be if none of you want me? This is cruel, even for Alpha’s…” Sniffling you refuse to look at Steve or Bucky.
“We didn’t ignore you to hurt you, doll. It was a gentlemen’s agreement to not make a move as we are both interested. Stevie and I tried to forget about you to not ruin our friendship or force you to choose one of us.” Blinking a few times, you let Steve place you onto the bed.
“Choose? Why do I have to choose?” Whining you tug at Steve’s shirt, glancing up at the tall Alpha.
“Well…uh…to decide who will be allowed to claim you one day, Y/N. We wanted to set you free to not put any pressure on you, Omega.” Mumbling the words Steve slides his fingers over your leg.
“What Steve tries to tell you is that we know it was not fair to fight over you. We shouldn’t have acted like animals. You deserve to have one Alpha taking care of you…good care.” Bucky adds and you pout both men.
“I don’t want to choose!” Muttering you toss your shoe at Bucky. “This is my life!”
“That’s the reason we tried to stay away from you. If we keep on fighting over you there’s no other way for you than to choose one of us.” Steve tries to explain once again but you groan at his words.
“You don’t get it! I want you both.” Shrugging you give both men a smirk. “It’s not uncommon for a pack to share their Omega. You two are like brothers, a pack for over 70 years so I could be your Omega…”
“Wait…uh…” Scratching his beard Steve looks down at you while Doctor Cho silently chuckles at the Alpha’s pale face. “You want to get shared in any way?”
“I think that’s what she meant, Stevie. Now be silent for a moment, punk.” Purring Bucky steps closer to bury his face into your neck, licking the soft skin. “I want her…”
“I want her too, Buck. That’s the reason we fought not moments ago. You can’t be the Alpha for her! I want to be her Alpha!”
While the Alpha’s argue once again Doctor Cho silently leaves the room to give you and the angry Alpha’s some privacy.
“Steve just be my Alpha. I want you and I want Bucky.” Licking your lips, you look up at Steve with doe eyes. There’s something dirty on your mind and he snarls before his hand wanders to your thigh to squeeze it tightly.
“Such a feisty Omega, Buck. I think she tries to seduce her Alphas to claim her right here and now. Take her like the dirty girl she is…” Steve is towering over you. Lips curved into a dark smirk he let his hand wander upward to cup your sex.
“Steve…” Grinding against his fingers you gasp as Bucky is busy to nip at your shoulder. “I want you to make me yours during my heat. I can take you both for the first time while being all slick for you.”
“God, tell me it’s due soon…” Bucky groans, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “I want to knot this tight pussy, fill you with my pups and make sure everyone knows you are ours…”
“A week, Bucky. Please, make me yours. Both…”
“I guess, we need to bring her to her room and make sure she knows what she agreed to…”
It’s sweat, slick and dirty noises. While Steve drives wildly into you, calling you his whore Bucky fists your hair to slide down your throat.
Steve and Bucky are rough, dominant and full Alpha while they take you apart. Your ass is bright red, throat sore, just like your whole body but you silently beg Bucky for more as you look up at him with darkened eyes.
Cum fills you once again as Steve snarls your name. Both Alpha’s left their mark on opposite sides of your neck during the first day of your heat. Now you are their girl, their mate and whore at the same time.
While Steve pulls out he gives Bucky a smirk and the brunette slips out of your mouth. “I guess she needs you again. Six are not enough for our girl…”
“OH…god…” Barely able to move a muscle you glance at Steve as Bucky hastily kneels behind you. His cock nudges at your abused hole and you close your eyes as he slides into you with one hard thrust.
“Look at me, Omega. This is what you wanted…right?” Smirking you look up at Steve, nodding eagerly as Bucky pumps into you with long strokes. “I bet you need us all the time. Such a needy slut we have…”
“Punk, stop talking dirty or I blow my load before she comes again.” Mumbling the words Bucky grips your thighs and you cry out as he pokes your cervix. “No way you are not having our pups after your heat.”
Purring you look up at Steve, sticking your tongue out as he taps your lips with his cock.
“Open up for me, doll. Just like that. Such a good girl.” His words are gentle but the way he fists your hair and shoves his cock down your throat makes you clench hard around the Alpha behind you.
“Doll…shit…cum for me…” A scream would echo through the room but Steve’s cock down your throat muffles the sound of your last orgasm. “She’s full of cum again, Stevie…”
“That’s where she belongs Buck, between your and my cock, filled with cum till she smiles happily.” Steve muses and you nod eagerly. “I know you love being full of us. Dirty girl.” Smirking around Steve your bob your head and he purrs in response.
“We love you Y/N, now let’s clean you up.” Cum fills your mouth and you swallow it like the obeyed Omega you are but the dirty grin and the mischief in your eyes tell your Alpha’s you are far from being a ‘good’ girl.
“Look at you, all filled with your Alpha’s spunk. By the end of the week, you are full of pups and we promise…” Bucky grins at you, cupping your chin. “Always full of cock…”
“Now let’s bring her to the bathroom and have a nice bath. I want our Omega relaxed and clean for dinner.” Steve carefully picks you up, mumbling praises and your presentation to ground you. “I love you Y/N, Bucky loves you too. You did so well for your Alpha’s.”
“I love you, Omega. Steve and I will always take care of our best girl. Now relax and we can talk about the future…”
Larkin surprised me that Friday when he came into town. He wasn’t there for me he was visiting so that he could help his mom but Larkin was terrible at staying away from me.
Hannah: You are here! I am so happy to see you!
Larkin: I am happy to see you!
Hannah: It’s too bad about you having to help your mom. I would have loved having you all to myself for the weekend.
Larkin: About that. I was thinking we could have a weekend to ourselves. This is an important weekend. I was going to ask my mom if I could hang out with you.
Hannah: Really? Do you think she would be upset with you for bailing?
Larkin: I am gonna talk to her about it. I am sure she would be fine with it. If she says yes do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?
Hannah: Of course I do!
Larkin: I love you Hannah LeGrande. I can’t wait to have you all to myself!
Hannah: You are out of your mind Larkin West.
Larkin: You make me that way.
Emma Swan has always known one thing: trust no one but yourself. Unfortunately she forgot her one rule and now she’s paying for it. One bad decision led her to the monstrous ‘Crocodile’ a mobster in New York who goes by the name Gold. Hope seems lost until she meets another person in this underworld, Killian Jones. Despite the place they find each other, a true love blossoms, and they manage to get away. But what will happen when Emma discovers who Killian really is? Will love prevail? Um, yeah, I’m writing this, so duh – it’s all love all the time. Fic features motorcycles, hot guys in leather cuts, and a bit of action/drama. Will end happily, and despite the first chapter, will be light on angst. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. Available on FanFiction Here and AO3 Here.
A/N: Hey everybody! First and foremost, just want to thank those of you still on this journey with me. My motivation to write has been so much lower than I thought it would be, but I haven’t lost sight of what I want from this fic and I am happy to finally share a new installment. This chapter brings a last burst of road trip fluff and the build up to a big moment – Emma’s introduction to Killian’s life in the MC. It’s going to be fun to explore these dynamics in the next few chapters, but for now I hope you will enjoy, and I can’t wait to see what you all think. Thanks so much for reading!
In the quiet, tranquil calm of a woodland morning, Killian watched the cabin bedroom fill with sunlight, bringing the softest golden glow to the rustic room where he and Emma had spent the night. Birds chirped to greet the new day’s light, and the gentle breeze among these mountains brushed branches from a nearby oak against the windowpane. The whistle of the wind and the gentle swish of leaves on glass melded together into something deeply familiar, a symphony of sound, the song of sunrise.
Sadly, this song was the last of its kind that Emma and Killian would enjoy on this journey. The final portion of their cross-country trek would come today, and when they arrived back home, a new reality would set in. Things would change drastically, Killian would have to reengage with a life he’d long ago left behind, yet despite the challenges that awaited him, Killian was astounded at the peace he could feel in this moment. Holding Emma as she still lay sleeping, he was filled with contentment, choosing to anchor himself to something that would be forever constant: his love for this incredible woman.
“You’re doing it again,” Emma murmured, stirring from sleep and already entirely aware of him before she’d so much as opened her eyes.
Killian let the sultry sound of her sleep-laced voice wash over him. It sent a similar sensation coursing through him as the soft brush of her fingertips over his chest. Strumming an unknown melody, her hands on his skin lit him up inside, and though he’d just taken her a few hours ago, he was already ready to devour her again. Strewn out like this, in the glow of early morning, Emma was a vision with gold hair and sun kissed skin. She was stunning, and through the grace of God and all good things, she was miraculously his. The thought of that gave him great comfort and his own hold on her tightened ever so slightly. In truth, he was so distracted he nearly forgot to answer her sassy statement, but the smile that appeared at her lips as her green eyes opened for the day demanded that he ask for more.
“Doing what, love?”
“You’re loving me so much that I simply can’t sleep through it.”
Another man would deny such a cheesy proclamation, or deflect from the depth of his feelings, but not Killian. No, his Swan had called him to the floor, and she was right. He was up this morning thinking only of his love for her, and while other thoughts may threaten to encroach on their time together, he had pushed them all aside. She was the best way to stay grounded and centered, and he was selfish, needing to soak up every last drop of their moments together just to keep his peace of mind.
“I’d offer some condolences, Emma, but I think we both know how you feel about my loving you.”
He murmured the words against her skin, taking advantage of her lingering drowsiness to pepper kisses on her lips, her jaw, and then the hollow of her neck. He hummed out a sound of sheer delight when he felt her shiver beneath him, and when she let out that perfect moan of hers, the one that was part gasp and part plea for more, he was lost. All conversation was behind him, and he knew the only thing left was to show her how much he loved her. Luckily for Killian, nothing had ever come so naturally.
The choice he must make this morning was between a fast and hard claiming, or a slow, steady savoring of two souls becoming one. The payoff for either was bound for greatness, but Killian was keenly aware of how everything would soon be different. Once they arrived back with his brothers, the solitude they’d cultivated would be encroached on, and though Killian had his own house, which could provide ample space and privacy, he also had a sneaking suspicion that his brother and fellow club members would be highly invested in him and his woman. After weeks of it being just the two of them, Killian knew he’d have to share Emma’s attentions, and that he too would have to interact with people other than his Swan. It would all be good in the end, but he wanted to make the most of these last truly secluded moments that they had together.
The teasing slowness of his ministrations became a torturous affair not just for Emma, but for him as well. He began by tasting her everywhere, tracing every line and curve of her, with extra attention paid to the places that made her blood sing. He hung on every breath she released, and every charged call of his name that whispered past her lips. When she came apart from his touch alone, his sense of pride surged dramatically, but the most beautiful sight was when she relaxed back into that post-climax moment, gazing at him with love in her eyes and nothing but a soul-deep contentment in her heart. It made a man feel worthy to know he had put that look on his woman’s face, and for Killian it was the closest he would ever feel to absolution. He’d done wrong in this life, made choices that veered well off the path of what was good or moral, but somehow, she still loved him, and Killian was better for that love.
By the time she was ready to be taken, Killian was so riled, his senses were frayed in all directions. Knowing that he was already worked up, Emma decided to push him further, murmuring that she loved him and asking him to make her his. The searing heat of his need for her was constant, but the feeling when he thrust inside and claimed her was the most agonizingly incredible feeling in the world. Nothing should feel this right, or this perfect, but with Emma it always did. Their rhythm was synced to perfection, their love palpable in the air around them, and though Killian did his best to savor every bit of it he could, it always felt like it was over far too soon. All it took was Emma arching her back, crying out in ecstasy, giving over to bliss, and he was right there with her, spent but saved and feeling like despite the uneasiness of this next moment, he and Emma could handle anything.
“Whatever happens today, it won’t change anything,” Emma said, her fingers running through his hair that was growing longer than he normally allowed it. She pushed it out of his face, before looking into his eyes and smiling in a way that melted his heart. “I love you, and I always will.”
“It’s the same for me, love, but rest assured, if you feel even the slightest discomfort, we will move on. We’re bound to nothing but each other.”
“Killian, this is your home -,” she began. He quieted her thought with a kiss before clarifying the truth to her.
“You are my home, Emma. Wherever you wish to be is where we will be, and I will be the happiest man alive just for being by your side.”
Emma readily accepted this promise from him, whispering that she felt the same as they continued to laze for a while more together, enjoying their connection and soaking in this last bit of privacy. Eventually, they had to get up and check out from this retreat, and they moved through the morning with a practiced precision of two people who had done this for weeks. Travelling had become second nature to them both, and the six-hour ride standing between them and his brothers would be easily managed.
For Killian, the journey honestly felt too short, though he made sure to stop and keep a steady pace for Emma’s sake. He knew she had never been to California before, and there was something magical about this place compared with every other. It was easily the most beautiful of the terrain they’d been in for weeks as well, and in Big Sur specifically, there was a natural beauty totally unique to this corner of the world. Giant forests rose impossibly high into the sky, a cross between the woods of the pacific northwest and the jungles of South America. Trees stood so tall the tops could not be seen, and even in patches where fires had blazed in seasons past, life prevailed, with green vegetation growing from ash and soot and dust. When they reached the ocean, Killian felt Emma’s hold on him tighten, an indicator of her excitement, but he still drove quite a few miles down the cliff-lined coastal highway before pulling off to stop.
“Now this is the kind of view I could get used to,” Emma murmured as he helped her off the bike, taking in the secluded patch of beach they’d driven towards where not a soul was nearby. With her hand in his, Killian immediately felt stronger, but the look on Emma’s face prompted a gentle, pleasant aching in his heart. She was happy to be here, in awe of this place, and to Killian that meant everything.
“We’re closing in on our destination now, love. We’ll be back well within the hour if we drive straight through, but there’s something I would very much like to show you, if you’re interested.”
“Lead the way, Captain.”
He led her down the pebbled path to the seaside, torn between watching her reactions and actually navigating their course. The best part of this was that Emma had no idea what was coming. They’d approached from the perfect angle, preserving a truly hidden gem from sight. Only when they rounded the corner would she see it, and as they made their move, he heard her gasp and felt her hand squeeze his tightly.
“Oh my God… I don’t even have words for how beautiful this is.”
Killian completely understood the feeling, though his own sensation of being struck speechless by something truly stunning often came directly from Emma. In this case, the beauty in question was an old, yet faithfully enduring shore house. It was painted white, weathered from storms, but still well-kept and largely preserved against the passage of time. The nearby community saw to it, since the owners of the home had long since gone. This shoreline was all public lands now, but the house remained, a testament to the man who once lived there, a gifted artist, and a natural born storyteller.
The remnants of his decades old art were painted, drawn, and constructed into the very foundation of this home and the mediums of expression were all treasures from the sea. Sea glass especially was plentiful here, drawing dizzying swirls of color along the house, the wood working and more. The glass had been cemented there for decades, but it shone with the same fervor and sparkle as ever. Shells of all shades, some whole and some not, were also used. Iridescent golden hued pieces, hewn from the mix of cold ocean water and warmer kelp garden pools were the stars of the show. They were each a small treasure uniquely found along these rocky coasts, often collected by the sea otters who called this sea shore home. This collection of the rare shells was astounding, and made all the more beautiful by being mixed in with others that were delicate shades of white and ivory and some that were a cooler oyster blue. They hung from wind chimes in the beach trees and off the lanterns, while some darker shells had been ground down to a painted stain that had been used in part to tattoo larger rocks that were too big for the sea to claim. Wherever the eye looked it was drawn to spiraling shapes and stories, never running out of objects to admire.
“How have I never heard of this? And how are we possibly the only ones here?” Emma asked, moving closer and looking at the intricate designs of shells and stones that had been added to the sands and earth more recently. A local commission of artists was in charge of these added displays of beauty, updating them occasionally, but usually waiting for nature to clear the slate. After a big storm where rainwater washed it all away, or higher tides than normal where the sea came just to the house’s front steps, new designs were created and enacted. But it was clear that there had only been sun for some time, and they were fresh on the heels of an exceptionally well-done redesign.
“Very few people know of this place, love. It’s a secret that is guarded by the people of this town so tightly you’ll find no books or blogs or trace of it anywhere. Liam and I are two very rare exceptions, outsiders with the good fortune to know it’s here.”
“How did that happen?” Emma asked, leaning into him and eager for the story from his past.
“My brother and I needed escape when we were here with our father, but we had little means of finding it,” he admitted, bracing himself for talk of that past life, and knowing he should get used to it now that they were nearly home. “The sea was the only thing of comfort for both of us, and we came to it as often as we could. We scoured every last bit of the coast, and I mean every bit. One day we landed here, and happened upon this house as we were searching the coastline for unknown coves. It was easily the best find we ever made. Of course, we nearly scared the life out of the woman who was crafting the shellscape that day, and once she alerted the other town’s people there was a big to do. We were sworn to secrecy and all the like. We never did tell a soul. It remained our secret – one idyllic hideaway from the world we lived in.”
“But now you’ve broken your oath,” Emma said, looking at him curiously, though she was clearly glad for his breach of that old promise.
“Some may believe that.”
“But you don’t?”
“No, love. I believe the promises I have made and will make to you supersede any others. Besides, I am fairly certain that the promise is null when it comes to my wife.”
“Funny, I don’t remember getting married,” Emma said, though her teasing was a front for the rush of emotions she was feeling. “In fact, I don’t even remember you proposing.”
Let’s change that, he thought to himself knowing he had the ring in his pocket right now, but reason won out in the end, and he remembered his plan. He wanted to get Emma totally settled into their new life first, and to make sure she was ready in all ways. He knew she loved him and that she would be his forever, but it was only right to ensure that he do things properly.
“Soon enough, love. You have my word on that.”
Emma grinned at his affirmation, pulling him down by the collar of his leather jacket and kissing him passionately. When they broke apart, she asked him to promise they’d come back here and he did, and after a bit more time in this private oasis, they headed back to the road, driving towards their destination once more.
The ride along the coast was quick, far quicker than he remembered, and when they pulled off the coastal highway and to the discrete exit leading to the town he’d once grown up in, Killian could sense Emma’s surprise. They didn’t need to share a conversation for him to gauge her apprehension and excitement. She was no doubt wondering if they were really going to be living amongst this dense and beautiful forest. It would be a big change from her life in the cities she’d always known.
Soon enough they made it to the town line, reading the hunter green placard that announced their arrival. Unsure of what he expected, Killian was surprised to see just how much improvement had been made in his time away. Their town had always been quaint, but it could easily be described as ‘down on its luck’ when he was a boy. He knew it was his brother’s hope to not only remove the stain of his father’s shady dealings, but to help revitalize this community in a way that had been lacking for decades. But when Killian departed to seek his revenge on Gold, those ideas were mere figments of a would-be dream.
Liam has truly made good, he thought to himself as they cruised down the main street. Here along the town’s center there were new businesses and old ones that had been repaired and shaped for competing in the world today. Things were still classic and beachy, but the energy around it all gave away two important facts: the first was that this town was being tended to and cared for by its tenants, the second was that it was also being protected, and that anything that may threaten this currently peaceful ecosystem would not be allowed.
In this stretch of the ride, Killian could see some familiar faces in the mix, people from his old life in this town who were going about their day to day none the wiser about his return. There were also quite a few new faces as well, but Killian could spot the tourists right away. Their biggest tell was their fixation on his bike. People who lived in this region regularly would be densensitized, and since Liam had imposed a safety parameter for the town from other gangs, they wouldn’t bat an eye, even at a biker without his cut.
Not far beyond the center of town was the Den, the once large warehouse that had been reconfigured to fit the Land Pirate members and families when need be. When he was here last, the place was little more than a dump, with tell-tale signs of partying strewn about both outside and within. There was also a crappy, rusted gate around the perimeter that did the job of securing the place on some level, but had always been a huge eyesore. Gone was all of that, and in its stead was higher tech, better quality fencing. The Den was now fortified, and Killian could see the precautions put in place that passersby may not realize were installed. He also took note of the probie standing guard at the entrance.
Well this should be interesting, Killian thought as he drove up. He had no idea who this probationary member of the club was. Killian would have to explain who he was and that could get awkward. But before he had the chance the unknown man was speaking.
“Well I’ll be damned. Pres was right. Hook’s come home again.”
“Pres?” Emma whispered and Killian replied quietly.
“That’s Liam’s title here, love.”
“And Hook?”
“My road name.” Emma nodded, taking it all in stride as Killian turned his attention back to the probie. “So, he’s expecting me then?”
“Has been for weeks. You sure took your time getting out here, Hook.”
He looked at the probationary patch on the man’s Land Pirates leather cut and saw the stitched name ‘Mouse.’ Had to be a story behind that name. Didn’t exactly blend with the others who were patched in when Killian was here. “How do you even know who I am?”
“You kidding? You’re a legend, man, and so is she.”
For a minute Killian tensed up, thinking that Mouse was talking about Emma. He was feeling protective, and didn’t like the idea of other men looking her way unless they were going to show the proper respect. Only when Emma let out a laugh did he realize his mistake.
“Oh my God, you mean the bike! That’s classic. Please tell me it has a name.” Emma’s joking was incredibly apparent, and Killian was surprised at how nonplussed she was by their being on unknown turf.
“She,” Mouse stressed and Emma bit back her laugh, but her body still shook with it. “And yeah, bikes get names.”
“Wait don’t tell me. This will be way more fun if I can guess. Hmm, Harley? No that’s kind of obvious. Uh, I mean what do you call a gendered bike? Kind of a tall order… Oh I know, Lady. Kind of on the nose with the whole ‘it’s a she’ thing, but it works, right?”
Killian chuckled at the way Emma was enjoying herself, and he noticed the look of shock on the probie’s face. Clearly he didn’t understand the situation. This was no ordinary woman on the back of his ride giving him shit for having named his bike. This was the most important person in his world, and no one, club member or not, was going to question that.
“Look, kid, my woman and I have been on the road for awhile. We could use the rest, and it’s probably best not to keep my brother waiting anymore.” The overt use of the label for Emma created a total mood shift in Mouse. He had taken the hint.
“Absolutely, Hook. Ma’am.”
The change in tone as he nodded at them and buzzed them through to the compound was pronounced, so much so that Emma mentioned it when they parked and she stepped off the motorcycle.
“Is the somewhat caveman ‘me man, she my woman’ thing baked into this whole MC life?” Emma asked, her brow arched even as a smile teased at her lips. “I’m not complaining, per se. Just curious if I’ll have to announce my belonging to you everywhere I go.”
“Probies are probies for a reason, love, and the reason is they’ve got a whole lot to learn and more than one thing to prove. The men in this club with a patch, my brothers, they know better than to disrespect a woman, Old Lady or not.”
“Ah right, I forgot about that charming title. I don’t know who possibly came up with that one. ‘Old Lady.’ It’s so… unflattering. Had to be a man.”
“In this world, you can blame nearly everything on a man, love,” Killian quipped and Emma grinned at his assessment before continuing to lament the biker term for a man’s significant other.
“I honestly thought I’d have a few years before getting called ‘old lady’ and even then it would be by bratty neighborhood kids, not hot guys in leather who name their motorcycles.” Killian growled at the mention of men being hot and Emma teased him with a nip against his lips that was designed to have him wanting more but was only meant in jest. “But don’t worry, I’ll make up for all of this somehow. I’m gonna find you the perfect partner nickname that undercuts how irresistibly sexy I find you in all your leather. I just need a little time.”
“You can call me any damn thing you want, Emma. As long as you call me yours.”
The words were honest and immediately shifted the sass of Emma’s commentary to something softer. Instinctively, she placed a gentle and loving kiss on his lips before they both turned to the warehouse. Together they walked hand in hand towards the door, and when they entered, Killian held his breath. Would this place look like the nightmare of his youth? The place he’d have fought through anything to get away from? It took only the briefest moment to see those worries were unfounded.
Killian was utterly relieved at how normal the Den looked, and how the relic of old had been completely rehabilitated. The general concept was the same, starting with a vastness in the entrance that made it seem like this place went on forever. The entryway blended into a great room where club members and guests spent a lot of time, and in the back there’d surely be more changes to go along with these ones. Killian knew the kitchen and living quarters, the war room and Liam’s office all would have been revamped if this part of the warehouse was. But this communal space in particular held a lot of painful memories. The ghosts of this place had haunted him for some time, but they were nearly all cast away by the warmth and modern makings of this renovation. It made Killian want to see more, something he never truly believed was possible, but as curious as Killian was, there simply wasn’t time. Soon the renovation was forgotten, and instead he was faced with the all important figure standing there, waiting for him after years of no contact.
“Liam.”
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Post-Note: So I know I have stopped it right at the start of a hugely important reunion, but I fully intend to make up for it in the next chapter. Introducing the actual MC is going to be such fun for me, but, as with this chapter, it may take some time before I have a next installment out. My muse has been tricky, but I am hoping to get a bigger chunk of my story, ‘Feels Like This’ written by the end of the year so I can hopefully finish it up. Anyway, I would love to hear what you all thought of this chapter, and as always, I really appreciate you all reading and thank you so much for the support! Until next time!
Summary: After centuries together, an unexpected astronomical event occurs that causes the Earth to slowly be absorbed by the Sun. As the end of the world draws near, Dracula and Agatha spend their final moments together. Embracing their love in an otherwise chaotic conclusion. *Warning: Major Character Deaths*
Rating: T (M is if I choose to release the alternate ending)
Ship: Dracula/Agatha
Status: Complete
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A/N: This is a rather dark, but romantic one shot. Yes, I know the sun wouldn’t do this, but for story purposes and how the Sun played an important role in Dracula, it seemed fitting. I hope you guys like it (or find some sort of appreciation since, well, two major character deaths). Might consider releasing the M rated ending that goes along with the picture above. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy! -Jen
When We Collide
In reality, something was bound to happen eventually. As the years wore on, the planet had become more and more of a wasteland punished by mankind. Overpopulation. Pollution poisoning the very air needed to flourish. The sands of time had been emptying away for decades. Centuries. The only surprise was how quickly everything came crashing down.
Agatha carefully examined every dress hanging from the rack in her closet. Her eyes studied them, feeling the fabric between her fingers. Humming a nameless tone, she finally decided upon a dusty blue summer dress. It felt fitting all things considered. A smile graced her features as she took it down and began to change.
Colonizing on other planets had been a failed task. For a few decades, a select few had been sent to live on Mars. But the experiment only lasted for so long before the leaders of the world and scientific communities pulled the metaphorical plug. Earth proved to be the only habitable planet. A place that too soon would be just as lifeless.
She decided to leave her hair down that day. Usually how she always wore it. No silly updos or complicated styles. Just normal. How she liked it. How Dracula liked it. Smoothing out the creases on her dress, the former nun exited the room, closing the door one last time.
The television was on in the living room programmed to the news. Her eyes flickered briefly to the screen, taking in the images of panic broad-casted across it. Even with less than twenty four hours left, some people still seemed to have hopes of escaping. Hiding. While others just wanted nothing more to add to the mayhem and disorder. She turned back around, paying no mind to it as the sound of footsteps pulled her attention away from the distorted screams.
"You look utterly exquisite."
Dracula smiled broadly as he strode over and took her hand in his. She was unable to suppress a small chuckle when he brought it to his lips and kissed the top gently. How gentlemanly of him. Letting her arm fall back to her side, she looked her husband over. Well-groomed, as he always was. For a moment, a wave of sadness fluttered in her still heart as she gazed into his dark eyes. Even though she'd known him so well for centuries, she couldn't bear the idea of being apart. But she quickly pushed past that, not wanting to upset him too.
"You look quite presentable yourself." And she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Always have a way with cleaning up nicely."
The Count smiled before a flash of recognition crossed his features. "Oh, I got you a little something." Agatha watched as he hurried back into the kitchen only to return with a bouquet of fabric lilacs. "I know they aren't the real thing," he admitted as she took them. "But you can't find live flowers nowadays."
"They're beautiful," she smiled. "Thank you."
Dracula walked over and turned off the television just as the sounds of gunfire and screams vibrated through the speakers. He made his way back over to her, reaching down to interlock his fingers with her free hand. She felt his cool skin against the rising heat of their very home. The hot temperatures didn't bother either of them. Their flesh void of blisters and burns. A vampiric perk.
"I was doing some deep thinking this morning," Dracula began. "About where we should go? I thought about the shore, but it'll most likely be crowded. People are throwing parties. An interesting way to celebrate the end."
"I've never been one for parties." She admitted, squeezing his hand. "Where else?"
"The old abbey is out of the question for obvious reasons." He glanced down at the watch on his wrist-a gift from Agatha from years ago. "Fylingdales Moor in Scarborough? It'll be a walk, but we have all the time in the world." The vampire snorted at his morbid joke. "What do you say?"
Agatha pondered his words before giving him a smile. "It's a good thing I have my walking shoes then."
When the word broke out about what was happening, the media ate it up alive. Theories. Conspiracies. Not a place, person, or thing was safe from being blamed. In the end, no one knew exactly why it was happening. Why the very star that provided so much for life was now about to extinguish it all. The outcome was simple, the Sun was absorbing the Earth at record speed. As it turned out, the damned thing was really deadly to vampires after all. Oh the irony of it.
The earth and its vegetation surrounding the little manor Dracula had built for the two of them had grown brown and dusty. As the sun's rays drew closer, everything had begun to wilt away. Agatha tried not to look at her garden, at the ruined flower beds she'd put so much effort into. Even the vegetables she'd tended to-all of the produce she gave away for free at the farmer's market-gone.
"You always had the prettiest roses," Dracula said, breaking the silence. "I don't care what the judges at the festival said. You should've let me take out Mrs. Robertson when I had the chance."
"Murder is not the answer when winning a competition." His wife stated, rolling her eyes. "Besides, she was old. I would've had an eternity to beat another."
Dracula visibly flinched and Agatha felt a pang of guilt. He had, after all, promised her the world. Enteral life. Immortality. And yet, she felt truly fulfilled. Her experiences, her memories, how she treasured them. It was for those reasons she was at peace with what was coming. Agatha only wished Dracula felt the same.
"Dracula," she began. "I think we should talk…"
"No," the vampire said abruptly. "We agreed that today was going to be a good day. Let's not ruin it with such discussions." Agatha sighed in defeat as the man pulled her along. "Remember our trip to Sweden?"
"You mean the one where I refused to let you feed off an innocent Swedish man and thus you were unable to successfully pick up the language?" She smirked at the memory. "If I recall correctly, I believe you called our innkeeper a 'rotten potato'."
"You're lucky he didn't kick us out," Dracula remarked. "We would've been forced to sleep on a pile of rotten potatoes then." He couldn't help but smile at the sound of Agatha's laugh. "Quite frankly, I don't know how I've managed to put up with you for so long. You can be quite domineering you know."
"If it weren't for me, you've been lost a long time ago," she countered. "You're lucky to have me around, Count Dracula."
He met her eyes, his mouth curving into a genuine grin. "I suppose I can't argue with that."
Besides the sound of their footsteps, the environment around them was quiet. Many of the animals had succumbed to rising climate change. As water sources dried up, the creatures that depended on them died too. Agatha distinctly recalled walking by Whitby beach one afternoon to find that much of the shore had been covered with decaying fish carcasses. The smell was almost so unbearable that her stomach lurched. There weren't any visitors that day, or even the week that followed.
"We really should have reconsidered going back to Transylvania," Dracula stated, breaking the silence. "It would've been nice to see the castle again. Or even Hungary?"
"Yes, because we had the greatest time in Budapest." Agatha replied, giving him a look. "No, England has been our home for so long. It seems fitting that we stayed here. It's nostalgic."
"You and your sentimental nature," he husband scoffed. "Sometimes I wonder if you reverted back into your human form."
"And would you still love me if I had?" She questioned, studied his face carefully. "If I was human?"
"Even if you put a stake to my chest and called me a despicable beast-which, I might have, you've done in the past, I would most certainly." The vampire smiled and took her into his arms, kissing her softly. "You were always my most promising experiment."
"You and your elegant way with words." Agatha smirked, rolling her eyes. "I should have worked with you on that. But it would've taken away from that charismatic charm of yours."
"Are you mocking me?" Dracula asked, a brow cocked.
"Just merely stating a point." She answered, reaching down to once again reclaim his hand. For a second, her eyes glanced up towards the sky noting how scarlet it'd already become. "We should hurry. I'd like to enjoy the fields before it's too late."
It was odd that despite the millions of people who called England their residence were not out and about. Not once since they'd left their house had they come across another person. Not that they were complaining, both Dracula and Agatha wanted privacy. And as they approached the rolling hills of their destination, the vampires stopped.
"This looks like a lovely place." Agatha said, turning to Dracula. "Wouldn't you agree?"
The elder vampire's face had fallen void of emotion. He let go of his mate's hand and stared upwards, the corners of his lips turning downwards into a frown. Agatha forced a smile as she watched him, trying to hide her own disappointment. The air was getting hotter and they both knew their time was closing in.
"I lied to you."
At first, Agatha wasn't quite sure if she heard him right. It was an odd statement, something she hadn't expected. When she tried to catch his eyes, he didn't meet hers. Instead, he continued to look off into the distant as if deep in thought.
"Dracula…" She said hesitantly, reaching out to grab his arm. "What are you talking about? What do you mean you lied?"
The man merely sighed, pinching the brim of his nose before finally finding it in him to face his wife. "I promised you forever," he exclaimed. "From the moment I turned you, I assured you that I would make you last. Bond together for eternity. But this," he wildly motioned at the sky. "Is not what I meant."
"No, you're right…" Agatha began, moving closer. "It wasn't what either of us expected. But my dearest Count, you did give me a full life. Centuries that I would have otherwise never had." She reached up, resting a hand against his cool cheek. "I'm not upset or scared about what is to come. I'm not alone. I have you, don't I?"
"Well yes," Dracula agreed, still grimacing. "But now I've doomed us to becoming nothing more than ash-if we are lucky to become only that."
"Then let us become ash, or particles, or whatever else happens when we burn," she murmured. "If this was what life had intended for us, then in the end, I'm glad I was with you." Agatha chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Funny to think I wouldn't have agreed to that those many, many centuries ago. Back at the convent. You remember yes?"
"How could I forget," he smirked. "What a feisty personality you had as a nun."
"We went from wanting to kill each other to wanting to die together." Agatha sighed, gazing deep into his eyes. "Irony has truly followed us throughout the years. But I wouldn't change a second of it. Not a moment." The ground around them began to smoke, but she ignored it. "Do you love me, Count Dracula?"
"More than I'll ever be able to comprehend." He answered, pulling her close. "You, my beloved, have always been my true bride."
The air was scorching now, a blinding orange glow radiating from every direction. The skirt of Agatha's dress was now encircled by a brilliant ring of red flame. She didn't seem to notice though as she pushed herself up to kiss Dracula on the mouth hard. His arms wrapped around her as he held her close.
"Don't let go." she whispered, allowing her eyes to close for one last time.
"Never," he answered. "Not in a million years."
And together, as the mighty star drew in closer, the lovers were pulled into the Sun's welcoming embrace. Forever lost in their eternal love.
