Hotel Transylvania - The Count

II

(dracula's song sounds so bad with Elysia's name LMAO)

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I stand next to my mother awkwardly as she flips my hair around here and there before huffing in disdain. I lean away from her as Maven wraps an arm around my waist holding my back to his front. Everyone else poses and the camera flashes a light as it clicks.

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I inhale as my bodies wrecked with nerves and excitement and I look at my father, his eyes glistening with tears at the sight of my wedding dress — it was a beautiful black satin dress that flowed at my hips all the way down to my ankles, floral lace sliding up from the tail of it. It was ungodly smooth, the most comfortable one I had tried on.

I place my hand in my dad's as he places it on his forearm. The spotlight is put on us as I look ahead seeing Maven standing there in a suit waiting for me. His eyes find mine almost immediately and they soften and glisten with what seems to me like tears, like my dad's had. He smiles at me with the most love filled motion.

The music plays and we walk down the aisle. I look at Dracula who peers out of his chair and smiles at me as I pass him. I release my dad's arm as he parts off to stand to the side with my mother who remained seated. I look up at Emery, —forced him to be my matron of honor— he gives me a cheeky grin as I situate myself in front of Maven. 

Maven says his vows and I do the same, a pillow held up with two rings on it.

Maven grabs one gently and with soft hands grabs my left hand, he slides the ring on slowly careful to both not hurt me or drop the ring, once mines on I grab his ring and slide it onto his finger. He pulls me closer and places a hand on the side of my face as he gazes upon my eyes, even now it still manages to leave me breathless. He moves closer, and we close our eyes.

When we attempt to press together a shrunken head is suddenly between us. I jerk away awkwardly as I wipe my lips off. Maven looks at Dracula who scales with his fingers for the kiss to be smaller. He rolls his eyes and pulls me in quicker this time and presses a kiss to my lips like it was his last. This one was much more loving and passionate then all the others we shared.

Not listening to Dracula, he scrunches up the back of my dress and pushes into the kiss more. I part away from him with a flushed face and wet lips. Everyone claps and I cover my face with my hands, that was a little embarrassing to do in front of his dad. With a bit of displeasure on Dracula's face, he jumps up and cheers.

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I sit at our table. Marty speaking gibberish into the mic, I slip my torturous heels off my feet and hike my skirt up as Maven takes my legs and tosses them across his lap, he pays no mind to it as he focuses on the speech with a smile. His hands make do on my legs, massaging them without even being asked to do it, I relax back in my seat with a sigh.

His hands working their way up my thighs and staying there. He only pulls his hands away to start clapping when Marty's done with his speech. Some monsters including Dracula had tears in their eyes. Maven looks down at me with a smile as he scoots his chair out and stands up — holding my legs at the calves before gently setting them down.

Taking my hand in his he walks us over to our wedding cake, made up of scream frosting. He grabs the knife and places my hand on top of his as we cut a slice out. We hand it down to a zombie who sets it next to Emery who only cringes at the loudness of the baby scream cake.

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I stare in horror as my mom's absorbed by blobby on the dance floor — I was surprised when she even accepted to dance with the giant green blob. She's taken out by the help of Johnny, and she stands there frozen in shock as dad and him take pieces of slime off her. I let out a laugh as she looks at my dad like she just saw a dead body.

Maven spins me around away from them and pulls me against his front, one hand at my tailbone the other cupping mine. I lean my head on his shoulder comfortably content with our swaying. 

Dracula approaches behind Maven and offers his hand, since his mother wasn't here it'd be a father and son dance. Maven pulls his body from mine and goes to dance with his father. I turn towards my own dad and smile at him softly as he grabs both my hands and sways us side to side.

"Are you happy?" He asks as he places one of his hands between my shoulder blades as he looks up at Maven and Dracula dancing on the ceiling.

"Very," I say in a exhale, the only thing I could do to try and release the pressure in my chest. All the happiness of this past year built a home in my chest.

"Then I'm happy. He's a good one Elysia, keep this one around." He says it so firmly you would think he was scolding me, but the smile on his face said otherwise. 

I laugh and nod, "I plan on it."

He spins me around and embraces me tightly when I'm met back at his front. "I love you, sweetheart."

I lay my head on his chest, "Love you too dad."

Maven approaches us again, with Dracula, holding a pale hand out to me. I take it and he walks us over to a table where Dracula grabs a ukulele, he pulls us to the middle of the dance floor where Dracula strums his uke. Monsters clear off to the sides to watch Dracula.

"You'll always be my moonlight. But now on the wings of love you soar. Now that your Elysia's boy, Elysia's boy. And kind of daddies too. Your mom would be so happy cause she always knew. Love is making room for all the best in you." When he finishes, Maven smiles fondly at his father and they hug each other.

Maven pulls away and looks down at me before laughing and suddenly scooping me up and off the floor. I let out a shout as he takes off down the hall and up towards his room to pack for our honeymoon. I let out a fit of laughs as he tosses me onto the bed, my dress flying up and falling all over me.

I huff and push it away to cover my legs again. Maven leans over the top of me and kisses my head than my nose, then the corner of my mouth before kissing my lips and dragging it out for as long as he could until I needed to breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck loosely and he sits up, dragging me up with him.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" He says suddenly, his eyes moving from mine to my nose then my cheeks, down to my lips, with a look of something pure, whole.

 I hum and trace a small an almost unnoticeable scar on his chin, "Maybe,"

 he rolls his eyes and huffs as he gets up leaving me to sit on the bed. "Let's get you out of that dress shall we?" He wiggles his eyebrows with a mischievous grin.