alucard – good old fashioned lover boy

masterlist|song|apologies, this isn’t really good >:/

• alucard has never been in love but it’s all changed after meeting you. the vampire has never felt so alive. for the first time he thinks that it’s meant to be. the reckless vampire was not so reckless anymore.
• the way you collapse in his arms, he can’t help but chuckle and gently sway as he hums an old song that he remembers from his time as a human, the world blurring as time seems to go by soslowly.
• the amount of times he’s given you a jump scare to hear your heart race,, and how he laughs every time you fake–threaten him.
• anytime sir integra sends him on a mission, his mind can’t help but drift towards you. how his name sounds coming from your lips, how your eyes glitter and oh, your killer smile.
• his favorite is taking you to the restaurant nearby, watching you drink the wine while he asks the live band to play some music so the two of you can dance,, and he finds himself lost in the moment.
• your voice snaps him out of it, he’s ready to take you back home. he’s so in love with you, he feels like a puppy or maybe he’s just your good old fashioned lover boy.

[a week with alucard]

slight n//s//f//w mention

super long ✊

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≫ monday ≪

monday mornings are slow, wrapped up in big blankets and slow kisses. his arms draped around you, holding you close to his chest as the sun made its way through the slight opening in the velvet curtains. he smiled watching you stand to your feet, the pale sheet draped around your body, your hands moving through your hair as you yawned and stretched.

mondays are designated for planning; what ingredients you needed, what sick people to visit, what experiments to try out, what rooms needed cleaning or building. His eyebrows furrowed as he poured over plans and schedules, his hand interlaced with yours as you looked over his shoulders and made suggestions.

mondays are for sunday’s leftovers. simple, cold meals enjoyed together under the summer sun or beside a winter furnace. Talking about the conclusions you reached earlier, making final tweaks and enjoying each other’s company. Every now and again, a letter would arrive from his former companions and he would lay his head in your lap and ask you to read it to him.

monday evenings are filled with fleeting kisses and a tight embrace, fangs tauntingly tracing the skin of your neck and your nails pressed to the skin of his back. Easing into the mattress engulfed entirely by him, falling asleep wrapped within each other.

≫ tuesday ≪

tuesdays start early, no time to waste in waiting for the sun to peek through the curtains. Mornings filled by groggy remarks and sulking yawns, shivering in the early wind and making idle conversation with the horses. He’s quiet, helping you into the little “carriage”, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead before setting off. He was much too careful to let you go by yourself, too weary of humans to bother trusting them around his one treasure.

tuesdays are for wandering through the bustling marketplace, haggling for the best price possible. It was one of his favourite things to do; watch you wear down the merchant until getting a fairer price, there was no stopping you once you set your eyes on something. He would wander off around midday, look for something out of the ordinary while you haggled away, every tuesday he wanted to get you something new, something unique. this tuesday was a miniature stained glass, hand painted and designed to be worn as a necklace.

tuesday evenings are for quiet rides home, fingers clasped around the new gift and head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you headed home. The road was bumpy and the air chilly. The comfortable quiet broken only by the sounds of nature around you. His embrace is warm as he carries you off the wagon and into the castle, ever so gentle as he places you down on the bed, smiling when you pull him near and press your lips to him in silent gratitude.

≫ wednesday ≪

wednesday is spent resting once more, not for too long, no time to lounge like there is on monday. There is time however to clamber on your lover’s chest and press your lips to his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes and his jawline, smiling at his attempt to feign being asleep. He pulls you in when you pull away and runs his hands up your body, feeling your warmth on his fingers as he lets out a sigh. Good mornings are exchanged in the entangling of bodies and laboured breaths.

wednesdays are spent back in the village, more specifically in the little cottage the two of you turned into a makeshift clinic. The bottles of medicine clattered in the back of the wagon as you rushed down the country road. the line was already sizeable by the time you arrived. He helped out mainly with the children and you adored watching him play with them. His tone was patient and his expression peaceful, you wished he could be like always. the villagers were grateful, giving from what little they had to make your lunch there filling.

in the evening, you made him pull over, noting a rare medicinal herb in the grass. Grinning, you pulled it into your pouch. Looking at him, you noted him staring “what’s wrong?” to which he answered by lifting you into his arms and peppering your face with kisses, murmuring over and over how much he loved and cherished you. Your face was warm, pulling him down in the grass on top of you. The ground was cold underneath your back but his skin was hot as he pressed against you. His head dipping between your legs and your fingers tangling in his hair.

≫ thursday ≪

thursday is for enjoying the nature around you. morning started before the sun awakened, feeling the cold nip at every bit of exposed skin, watching your lover smile at the baby birds he had been taking care of and looking simply at ease with himself. You grin and press the palm of his hand to your lips, shrugging when he asks what that was for “you look happy,” you remarked offhandedly, moving through the bushes

you picked medicinal and cooking herbs in the open field while he went through the trees to hunt for what would make your dinner. you spread out the light food you brought with you while you waited, lounging in the afternoon sun and feeling it warm your skin. You laughed when you felt his arms wrap around you, turning to press a kiss to the top of his head. the rest of the afternoon was spent with your head in his lap as he read quietly.

as the sun went down, he helped clear up. the hunt was unsuccessful so the soup from earlier would have to suffice. He carried the basket for you and the walk home was spent making idle conversation about whatever novel the two of you were reading.

≫ friday ≪

fridays are for enjoying each other’s presence; starting with a barrage of kisses all over his face to which he would respond by pulling you underneath him with a grin, pushing his head in the crook of your neck. He could feel your skin against his and he wanted to hold you even closer, breathe in your scent and litter your entire body with his affection. Your hand through his hair made him groan and the whimpers passing through your lips made him praise you.

fridays are for experiments and learning; spending your days indulging in whatever has caught either of your attention for the time being. He was looking into more effective irrigation systems for the village fields while you looked into getting the castle’s magic teleportation up and running once again. Little breaks would be taken here and there, sometimes he’d go down into the basement and linger in the doorway, watching you at work, eyebrows furrowed as you tried putting the puzzle pieces together.

evenings are spent eating whatever the villagers had given you a couple of days earlier, discussing findings and asking the other’s opinion or advice. He listened intently, smiling at the ways your eyes practically glistened when you made a discovery. The nights were quiet, spent in each other’s embrace, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s soft breathing.

≫ weekend ≪

Weekends are spent lounging around, sleeping in and indulging in creative projects, dusting and cleaning the important rooms of the castle. They’re spent paying your respects to his late parents, placing your hand in his as he looks at the paintings of his father and mother. He’s silent, sometimes tears and apologies mix together and you have to hold him. You remain quiet as he trembles in your arms, kissing the back of his hands and assuring him you’re there for support.

And he kisses you, thanks you and places his head on top of yours. You bury your face in his chest and assure him he’ll always have you right there beside you. But as the years go by, you’re not sure just how much longer you’ll be able to keep your promise.

Castlevania + modern Romania

basically if the castlevania characters lived in modern Romania

im romanian btw !

• the die hard patriot
• trevor usually makes the slow ardelean jokes around him and alucard sulks for 3-5 business days about it
• “de ce-l enervezi ma jegule?” you’d jump to the dhampire’s defence, struggling to keep yourself from laughing
• drives a dacia 1300 because “those were the good old days”
• would pick you up in it and you’d absolutely want to die even more so if Trevor and Sypha happen to be visiting
• “Baaaaa, cu tigaia se fac clătite nu se iese pe strada” (you use the pan to make pancakes not go out on the street)
• and you can’t even say anything because
• refuses to listen to manele or any new music + has every stela enache, gheorghe gheorghiu and mihaela runceanu record kept in absolute pristine condition
• you’d be lying however if you didn’t absolutely adore when he would put old songs on and grab you to dance around, laughing while singing along

• antena 3 and euforia on full blast every day
• manelistu strazii
• top 5 words in his vocabulary include but are not limited to: țeapă, prințesa, sa moara *insert any person to ever make his acquaintance*, bă / mă, cafeluța și tigara
• “Lecții de viața” enthusiast and absolutely nobody can convince him these stories are fake
• “Auzi, dacă mi-as pierde jobu ca Bogdan, m-ai lasa?” (if I lost my job like bogdan, would you leave me?)
• “tu acuma n-aj job ma nenorocitule” youd roll your eyes and he laughs, grabbing your face between his hands and pressing kisses all over your face
• “Sa știi ca ești rea de tot,”(you know you’re really bad) he would tease but refusing to believe that show is scripted

LENORE FANCAM LMFAO i was bored

sypha fancam :)

here’s a trevor fancam

[ i saw a korra fancam and i was inspired so i made this for my favorite emo boy trevor ]

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Alucard/Adrian Tepes x black!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: This is just a soft short thing I wrote for Alucard after I finished Season 3. I wanted to love on him a bit.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), vague talk of past abuse

Ao3 saw it first!

 Alucard felt a bit guilty that you were already asleep. You were obviously not sleeping well, the covers were partially thrown off of you and you were diagonal in bed. Upon your face there was a slight frown. He ghosted over to the side of the bed and tried to smooth the wrinkle between your brows. You were soft, and it was obvious from the parts of you exposed. There wasn’t a hard edge to be easily found on your body. You’d berated him a few months ago for making you gain weight with all the food he made for you. He didn’t mind. He didn’t mind your fussing, and he didn’t mind the weight. He put a knee on the bed and you stirred. You were always a light sleeper when you fell asleep on your own.

 “Creature of the night,” you grumbled in a sleep roughened voice, “stop sneaking around.”

 “I’m not sneaking,” he argued, “I was trying not to wake you, my darling.”

 “I asked you to wake me when you came home,” you blinked your eyes open, lifting a hand to rub your eyes so you could look at him, “My sweet sweet Alucard.”

 “Oh you’re laying it on thick tonight. What do you want from me?”

 “I want you to hold me. Don’t make me out to be some kind of schemer. Is it so wrong to want my husband to hold me?”

 “Is that all you desire?”

 “Mmhm, I’m a simple woman. I want simple things. Come here,” you demanded. He loomed over you, searching your face for a moment with his golden eyes. His face was troubled, something you couldn’t quite understand. You reached your hand out slowly and watched his eyes focus on your hand and you paused.

 “Can I touch you, Alucard? I want to hold you. I won’t do anything more unless you ask me,” you murmured softly.

 He sighed before pressing his cheek against your palm, “I know. I’m heavy, you know, nearly twice your size.”

 “You are not twice my size,” you giggle, rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “And I like it when you’re on top of me.”

 He raised his eyebrows at you, and he didn’t have to say a word to make you laugh at his wordless innuendo.

 “That’s not what I meant, but I do like that too.”

 “Oh I know you like that very much, my darling,” he chuckled, moving away so that his head rested against your chest and he slowly let his weight rest against you. You smiled, feeling his cheek pressed against your breast, as he wrapped his arms around you in a gentle embrace.

 “You’re lucky I love you.”

 “I am,” he breathed, “I really am.”

 You ran your fingers through his cornsilk, letting the soft golden hair fall through the spaces of your fingers, “And I’m equally lucky to be loved by you.”

 “Are you?”     

You scoffed, “ Yes, have you seen this generation of human men? They’re awful. You’re stuck with me now. I’d give you forever if you let me.”

 “I’d rather die at your side.”

 “Oh? Then we could be buried in one coffin like this, or have our ashes mixed.”

 “You’re so morbid. It suits me so well,” he turned his face to kiss your chest.

 “Go on, put your face right in the middle. I know you want to,” you encouraged.

 “At the end of the day, I am still a man,” he sighed, pushing your ample breasts together before pressing his face between them.

 “I know that much about you. And I am a woman, so if you’re not careful you’ll rile me up, and I won’t be able to sleep.”

 “Is that a threat? If so, we’ll have to work on your threats, because that sounds like a rather good time.”

 “You’re a menace,” you held him close, lifting your head so you could kiss the top of his. You met Alucard by chance. He had a soft heart despite all of his bluster and couldn’t stand to see a woman in distress. He’d saved your life that night, and perhaps the last of your hope in the world. It had begun to look like all the world was filled with cruelty and even acts of kindness were just transactional. It was a date gone terribly wrong and you didn’t like to think about it. You preferred to think about the aftermath. He visited you often, read to you when you could not keep conversation. You realized upon thinking about it, that he did not know you knew that he did that.

 “Do you remember before we were together? When you used to sit at my bedside at the hospital?”     

“I do not like to remember those times. I would drag that bastard from hell and kill him again if I could.”

 “And I would love to see it. But I mean that you used to read to me, when they thought I was unresponsive. I could hear you, Alucard. I thought that was my afterlife, the voice of an angel reading sweet poems and happy stories to me. I was content.”

 “Boring after life,” he said ruefully.

 “But I would have been happy all the same. I could listen to you read the phonebook.”     

“Do they still make phone books?”     

“I’m sure there’s one around somewhere, but that’s not the point. I like to hear you talk. You talked me away from the brink of death, and right into your bed. Silver tongue,” you said it like it was a curse but he could still hear the smile in your voice.

 “It was not my original intention.”

You snorted thinking of his words back then, “If you have nowhere else to go, my lady,” you said, mocking his voice and accent poorly, “My home is far too big for one. I saved your life, it is only right I give you aid to keep on living it.”

 “You remember that verbatim. Though your impressions still need work.”     

“I remember it because I knew at that moment I was done for. I was going to fall in love with you.”

 “Are you saying it was love at first sight?”

 “No. I just… have you ever looked at someone and known in your heart they were going to be important to you? They might not hold any meaning in that particular moment, but one day they will.”

 Alucard was quiet as he thought of his first meeting with people who turned out to be important to him. He didn’t like thinking about the past in great detail. There was so much sadness there, that it could take over if he let it. You brushed your fingers through his hair again.

 “It’s alright if you haven’t. I just knew though. You were the right kind of tragic to be able to handle me.”

 “You’re hardly a tragedy, my dear.”

 “Compared to you? I’m a comedy… but what is comedy? Isn’t it just a tragedy that hasn’t happened yet?”

 “How is that?” he asked, obviously humoring you.

 “Because even after the happily ever after, people die.”

 “Some don’t.”

 “And that’s more tragic than death.”

 “I don’t like it when you talk like that.”

 “I worry about leaving you alone, Alucard. I worry about it so much it keeps me up at night. How can I trust this cruel world to be kind to you once I’m gone? I feel so selfish making you love me when I know I can’t stay with you forever. It feels awful to know that I’ll be another tragedy in the end.”

 He took a deep breath and sat up. He fiddled with the edge of your bonnet, pulling it down over your hairline so it wouldn’t slip off in the night, “You’ll never be just another tragedy. When you pass I will mourn, but nights like these will be happy memories.”     

“And what if I’m not ready to go when it’s my time?”

 “Feel free to haunt me,” he said with a slight smile.

 “Alucard,” you complained.

 It was his turn to cradle your cheek in his hand, “We will cross the bridge of your mortality when we get to it. For now, you are young, and supple.” he tickled your stomach and grinned at the shout of laughter you let out, “And I’ve never been more in love.”

 “Don’t tickle me,” you reprimanded, trying and failing to be stern with him.

 “I apologize, my love,” he said, though he didn’t appear very sorry. There was still a small but fond smile on his lips. He cradled your face and you turned to kiss his palm, and then you held his hand so you could kiss his wrist and up his forearms. Your lips ghosted across the scars there.

 “You’re forgiven. You’re always forgiven,” you sighed, at length before opening your arms to him so he could cuddle you again.

 “Really? Because I was prepared to make it up to you,” he smiled leaning down to press his lips against yours. You hummed a happy sound as his mouth moved with yours. His tongue brushed against your own, moving in patterns you were pleasantly familiar with. He didn’t move until you pulled away to breathe.

 “You don’t have to make it up to me, you’re already forgiven.”

 “Mmhm,” he hummed absently, a clear sign he wasn’t really listening to you. In the limited light of the bedroom at night, your skin was more blue than the brown the daylight revealed to him. The soft frame of your body outlined perfectly by the white sheets. You were breathtaking. He was so fond of you it ached in his chest the way you relaxed under his touch. Your heart rate was wild, but not from fear. You were pliant in his arms as he pushed the straps of your tank top down.

 “Alucard, what are you plotting in that pretty head of yours?” you asked breathlessly as his finger continued to draw tug at the neckline of your tank top.

 “Kissing you, all of you.”

 “Oh, well no objection here. Have your way with me,” you wagged your eyebrows at him and he chuckled at your expression.

 “Have my way? That is a brave statement. I hunger for you constantly. I might not ever let you go.”

 “Is that a threat? If so, we’ll have to work on your threats.”

 “It’s a promise.”

 “Well in that case, I stand by my words. Have your way with me, Alucard,” you said just as dramatically as before. He chuckled as he pressed his lips to your shoulder then down towards your chest, before pulling your tank top over your head. His mouth was on your nipple almost immediately, with one hand worrying your other one. You arched your back to press your chest against his mouth a bit more.

 “Eager as always,” he murmured as he switched breasts, lips brushing across the soft skin between your breasts to get to the other one.

 You hummed a soft moan, unable to keep the sounds of your pleasure in, “Alucard,” you breathed as he sucked and licked at your nipple.

 He pulled away letting your breast leave his mouth with a pop, “Yes, my love?”

 “Please stop teasing me,” you carded your fingers into his hair.

 “Tease? I’m hardly a tease. I’m just indulging in your femininity.”

 “You’re infuriating.”

 “Well, I do intend to drive you mad,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice as he went back to kissing and sucking your nipple and nipping at the soft squishy flesh of your breast. You were so soft. It hit him in waves, but in this moment he felt like he was drowning in just how pliant you were in his hands. You trusted him completely, this much he knew beyond a doubt. There wasn’t a hint of tension in your body. He kissed down to your stomach, to that place where happiness made you gain weight and he was obsessed with the little pooch of your tummy and how smooth and giving you were there. Sometimes he would simply rest his cheek against your stomach and use you as a pillow when he desired to be close to you. He kissed down your body reverently as if he could spend all night doing just that. He kissed your thighs next, grabbing your under.

 “I’m going to take such good care of you, my love,” he purred as you lifted your hips so he could pull your underwear off, leaving you naked beneath him. He put one of your legs up on his shoulder and he kissed your inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites towards your sex, only to skip over your sex and move on to your other thigh.

 As much as it frustrated you, the sight of Alucard between your legs was one to savor. He was so beautiful, the silver bands of light that found its way beyond both the blinds and the curtains illuminated him just enough to make out his half lidded expression, and he single minded focus to that place between your legs. He kissed your lower lips, a misplaced chaste kiss before trailing his tongue along the seam of your sex. In the next moment he spread you open to taste you. You held your breath involuntarily, feeling him settle between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs to keep you close. He began to gently suck against your sex, wet smacking sound taking over the bedroom before you gasped raggedly from forgetting to breathe and the white hot flash of pleasure that came over you as he sucked your clit. You pushed him against you without thinking, moaning as you rolled your hips against his tongue. He moaned against you following the movement of your hips so that he was always in contact with your sex.

 It was intense, but making love with Alucard was always intense because it was making love. He wasn’t simply fucking you to scratch an itch. You knew that he touched you this way because he loved you. He was relentless in seeking out your pleasure because he loved you, and he allowed you to touch him in this way because you were both in love. If not for that foundation you wouldn’t be nearly as sensitive.

 He slipped his middle finger inside of you, and quickly followed it up with his ring finger while he kept worrying your clit with his tongue. You were warm and wet, gushing around his fingers as you squeezed around him. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking about how good you would feel when he put his cock inside of you, and how good you always felt when the two of you were so closely connected. You cried out in ecstasy and you cried out his name. It was music to his ears, hearing you in the throes of pleasure.

 He pulled away just so he could look at you, his fingers were still inside and he crooked them just right so he would hit your g-spot every time. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you panted through your open mouth, moaning on every other exhale.

 “You’re so good for me, my love. You feel divine just like this.”

 You moaned grasping the sheets as he picked up the  speed at which his fingers thrusted into you. He was hitting that spot inside of you that made pleasure spill from between your legs and spread throughout your body. It tingled at the base of your skull, to your fingertips and toes, but it seemed to twist in your stomach. It was as if you were being wrung out to dry. It felt like he was pulling your moans out of you, you couldn’t quiet yourself if you tried.

 “That’s it. Beautiful. My sweet girl, give in to me. Let me have all of your pleasure. Let me hear you call out my name.”

 “Alucard-“ you wanted to say more but then another pulse of pleasure spread through your body.

 “Mmhm, very good. You spoil me, darling. This warm sweet cunt beckons me to it every moment of every day and you so eagerly open your legs for me. I am delightfully spoiled. And when I make you cum, I am going to fuck you so well you’ll speak to your god in tongues about me, the one who made you see paradise first.”

 “Fucking Christ, Alucard,” you breathed and his only response was to seal his mouth against your clit again and make you fall apart.Your legs shook closing around his head involuntarily as he kept sucking you. You whined, and keened kicking your foot out as the pleasure made your muscles spasm. His name was mixed in a litany of half formed words and curses as you arched your back, pressing your head against the pillow underneath you. He kept a firm grip on you, so no matter how you squirmed, you could not easily escape the pleasure he wrought upon your body.

 He drew out your orgasm, enjoying the feeling of your pulsing sex against his mouth and around his fingers. He reveled in the softness of your thighs, and their warmth as they pressed against his head. All he could think about as he listened to your moans, and the wet slosh of his fingers curling inside of you to hit your spot, was just how good you were going to feel when he had his cock buried inside of you. When he was finally joined with you so intimately he knew it would feel like heaven.

 He only pulled away once the pulses of your sex weakened. He removed his fingers from you, and opened your legs so he could get up. You took a deep, relieved breath, lying bonelessly on the bed. Your legs fell on the bed, spread a bit obscenely. You didn’t have the strength to care. Besides, Alucard was pulling his shirt off. While he had long abandoned the night gowns of his time, he was still in the habit of putting on a night shirt. It was soft, made of cotton and you liked to press your face against his chest when he wore them. Either way, your eyes were glued on him as he revealed more of his body to you. He carelessly used his shirt to wipe your slick off of his mouth before he tossed it towards the dirty laundry. He was so pretty it ached in your chest to look at him sometime.

 “You’re so lucky you’re pretty because your dirty talk is wild,” you giggled, resituating yourself to better receive him.

 “You love it,” he said, snatching an unused pillow to put under your hips.

 “I do. And I love you.”

 “And I’m sure god knows all about it.”

 You snorted, thinking of how often you called to god when Alucard was giving you pleasure, “Yeah he’s probably sick of hearing about it.”      
   “Hopefully he’ll suffer it for the rest of our days,” he concluded as he hooked his thumbs into his underwear to take them off and despite seeing Alucard naked almost everyday, your brain still stalled. All intelligent thought ceased, and you were openly staring at his dick. It was pretty, for a penis, and standing at attention for you. You got the urge to ask him to put it in your mouth, but you wanted him inside of you more and he was already in position for that.

 “My eyes are up here,” he chided playfully.

 “Not interested in your eyes right now, honey,” you responded, “I’m interested in you fucking me until I can’t remember my name.”

 “… I can manage that,” he said on a shaky breath. You planted your feet on the bed, bending at the knee to do so. You held your hands out for him, desiring him closer. He moved in so that your hands could grip his hips.

 “Please, Alucard,” you said, watching as he gripped himself to guid the flushed head of his cock towards your center.

 “You don’t have to beg, my love. When have I ever made you beg for me?” He pressed into you slowly, watching the lust drunk look on your face as he filled you up. Your jaw dropped, and you let out a moan that sounded like the first note of a beautiful song.  He moaned, as well, letting his head lull back as your walls hugged him, wet and warm with arousal.

 “You are so perfect, my love. I could be with you like this for eternity.” He admitted as he rolled his neck, stretching out all of the tension so that he could relax and truly enjoy you. His hands slid across your thighs, to your hips and then up to your stomach, rubbing your smooth skin.

 “Alucard,” you breathed, grasping one of his wrists. His eyes were closed, golden hair falling into his face a bit. When you called his name his eyes opened, half-lidded and lust drunk. His pupils were so dilated there was but a thin ring of gold, like the sight of a total eclipse. He realized what you wanted almost immediately, and he intertwined his fingers with yours before pressing the back of your hand against the bed.

 “Aren’t you sweet?” he purred, looming over you and you put your free hand on his cheek.

 “Get on with it, Alucard, I have somewhere to be in the morning.” Your words were softened by the smile on your  face and he chuckled, turning to kiss your wrist.

 “As you wish.”

 He pulled almost all the way out of you before snapping his hips forward. You gasped, hand slipping down to the back of his neck, pulling him down towards you. He let you, lowering down until his skin was pressed against your, still rocking his hips slow and hard. His forehead rested against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer to you. He groaned before pressing his mouth to yours, keeping up his pace all the while. He swallowed all of your moans, kissing you in a passionate dance of teeth and tongue. Breathing one another in so deeply he could taste you in the back of his throat. Your whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts, the head of his cock hitting the end of you every time. It was too much and still not enough at the same time, and you held his hand tighter, and pulled him closer to you. You were never fully satisfied unless you were overwhelmed by him.

 Before long you had to turn away to get a full breath, his mouth against yours was relentless and the gasps of air you got between kisses was not enough to sate the burning in your lungs, to allow you to fully express the tight knot of pleasure pulling tighter and tighter with every passing moment. It felt like he was pulling you apart, and pushing you together simultaneously. The tension could only be expressed by your harsh shouts to god, curses, and the reverent call of his name.

 The rhythmic wet slap of your coupling was truly obscene, and it was one of the many reasons you were flushed, but more than that, there was the sharp point of Alucard’s teeth, testing your flesh. If he desired to drink from you he would ask. He was simply enjoying the bouquet without partaking in the wine. He was too caught up in you to think about blood. He was too busy speaking sweet nothings in your ear between his own groans of pleasure, calls to god, and bitter curses for the time he spent not joined with you. He couldn’t help himself from kissing you, it was the only way to express the overflowing feeling in his chest, spilling forth with affection for you and your softness, and the way you held him to your body like you never wanted to let go. He loved you, and he felt that love reflected back at him tenfold. It was all he could do to bask in his own pleasure and increase yours tenfold in return.

 He pulled out of you only to push you on to your stomach. The pillow under you kept your hips up but you still planted your knees in the mattress to give him better access and he accepted the invitation. He pressed inside of you, rubbing down from your ass to your hips, up your waist, and all the way to your arms, so he could hold both of your hands. Pressing his palms to the backs of your hands and intertwining your fingers once more. He kissed the back of your neck and then your cheek as you turned your head to the side. He focused on making love to you, making you feel just how much he cared for you with more pleasure than you could possibly handle.

 Your whole body was sweating, a light sheen from the way arousal made you flush. You were going to cum soon, you could feel it coiled tight in the pit of your stomach. Every thrust in resonated through your whole body, from your toes to the back of your tongue. It felt… divine. Your lovemaking never felt like a sin. It always felt like heaven. You muffled your moans in to the pillow. However, Alucard only allowed so much of that before he was hauling you up on your knees. Your back pressed against your front as he continued moving inside of you. One of his hands held your throat. It was not a threat, or even in a bid to choke you, he was simply holding you, making your head lull back against him so he could easily speak in your ear. His other hand was drawing quick circles on your clit.

 “I want to hear you,” he purred in your ear. His voice was breathy as his own release fluttered at the peripherals of his mind. He was going to cum but he wanted you to cum again first. You whined for him at that.

 He continued in your ear, “I want you to cum again. Can you do that for me, my love? I want to feel your cunt squeeze like the fucking vice it is. Won’t you give me that much? Won’t you give your Alucard this pleasure?”

 “Yes, yes, Alucard, yes,” you chanted as you felt your stomach drop, like you were on the first descent of a rollercoaster and your pleasure hit you all at once. It felt like diving into the deepest pool from the highest diving board. You fell, and you fell and then you hit the water and you were      still    falling. Your body curled in and Alucard followed you down, letting you fall on the mattress again, as his own strength failed and exceeded him at the same time. He gripped your hip, keeping the two of you joined, but he could not keep you against him. Your sex pulsed with tight contractions that made his hips stutter in their steady pace. His teeth snapped together as he let out a low growling moan that simmered into gasps and reverent moans as he fucked you through it.

 You could hear him calling your name, feel the moment his forehead fell to the middle of your shoulder blades. He hunched over you, whispering prayers into your skin and kissing your spine as his hips pushed forward firmly. Pushing the moans from you that were guttural and raw. He came with a loud gasp before littering kisses wherever his mouth fell. You could feel him so distinctly, the blossoming warmth of his cum inside of you, and the way he throbbed as he spilled his seed.

 “You are better than the Garden of Eden. I’m sure of it,” he groaned, as he stayed lying on top of you.

 “I love you,” you said dreamily, turning your head to try to look at him. He was a bit close but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to kiss him.

 “I love you with every fiber of my being.” He was silent for a moment and then he chuckled to himself, “Still going somewhere tomorrow?”

 “Obviously not.” You laughed, before pecking his lips again. The two of you stayed like that awhile until Alucard was ready to get up. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom so the two of you could shower and then sit in a bath for a bit. You fell asleep in the bath, something He didn’t mind. He enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms. However, when the water began to get cold, he collected you up, wrapped you in a fluffy towel and deposited you on the chaise lounge in the bedroom so he could change the bedding. By the time he put you in bed you’d roused enough to open your arms to him, and hold him to your chest. That’s how you slept, wrapped in one another’s embrace. Never alone, even in rest.

~

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Pairing: Alucard x Trevor Belmont x Sypha Belnades x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Trevor has the bright idea to go searching for another weapon of legend and you wind up having to save the day. Your partners make it up to you generously though, the very moment you get home.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, P*rn with a little bit of plot, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Anal sex, handjobs, fluffy loving sex, Foursome M/M/F/F

You hated fighting. You were good at it, but you hated doing it. Usually your companions handled it for you, all in all you were more valuable to them when you weren’t fighting, but given the circumstances, you couldn’t risk being on the side lines. You pulled your sword and went running into the fray. 

“Alucard!” You yelled to let him know that you were coming. You saw the brief glance in your direction and then he grabbed his shield and crouched so you could use the shield as a springboard. He stood and pushed upward, easily putting you in the air in time to slash through the beast pouncing on them from above. It’s not that you were unequipped to fight, you were simply uninterested in the spectacle. In all actuality, you were a fucking brilliant fighter. You fell on top of a creature going for Trevor which meant putting out your blade so that the chain of his morningstar whip wrapped around it and shortened the lead so the end hit the monster in the head. The recoil unwrapped it from your sword allowing you to sprint out of the way of the coming explosion. 

“It’s about time you got off your ass!” Trevor yelled at you, as he lifted his cloak to shield you from the spray of hot monster’s blood. 

“I was tending to the wounded, jackass. I thought between a fucking Belmont, a magician, and a dhampir you’d all be set!”

“I blame Trevor!” Sypha called as she fell from the sky onto her feet, “This was his brilliant idea.”

“This is an important weapon!” Trevor yelled back.

“Yes, it’s just in the belly of a giant man eating monster. Y/N, to me,” Alucard called, holding a hand out for you. You took it and he proceeded to throw you right after his sword. The long silver sword met its mark into the thick skull of the monster. And you put out a foot to drive the sword deep. You hit the ground hard, only to scramble up and away from the creatures stomping feet. Fighting was a lot like dancing, you had to feel out your partner’s next move. You heard the sword withdraw from the creature’s head, and its flailing was going to make it hit the survivors you’d managed to secure. You tossed your sword in order to change your grip so you could slice at its legs, prompting the creature to turn its attacks on you. Every movement you made was carefully calculated with no margin for error. You narrowly avoided the creature’s limbs as it stumbled from your partners’ attacks. It reared its head back the very moment you were in front of it and you watched its mouth glow which usually meant it was going to fire off something that was probably going to kill. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled, looking around for someplace to go that wouldn’t endanger your partners or  the survivors. The only thing to do was go towards it. You changed directions on a dime and started sprinting head on at the monster. As long as you got under it in enough time you would be fine. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Trevor bellowed at you and you just pushed yourself  to go faster. Its head was coming down, ready to expel what smelled like fire out of its mouth. The scent of burning alcohol filled the cave and you could only guess that it produced a natural flame accelerant in its mouth. A low rumbling started and you slid the final distance under the beast and scrambled back to your feet as it began to turn in circles in hopes of catching you. The thing you sought was in the beast’s belly… and you were under it. You cursed before speaking an incantation to shield you and then you drove your knife upward. Magic used to be harder for you to wield, but with all the practice you had traveling with these three, it was as easy as breathing now. Your blade slit up the beast’s middle. You put your hands up above your head and made a motion as if you were tearing the wound open with your bare hands. It split open and the beast wailed before falling right on top of you. 

“No!” Alucard yelled out. As far as he and the rest of the team knew you’d just been crushed by the beast. They couldn’t make sense of the gurgling wails, and vicious writhing that rocked the beast’s body. Its hackles stood up, and its claws scraped the ground. They stood watching it, wondering what fresh misery this creature was going to rain down upon them. And then its midsection burst open. They flinched. Alucard used his shield to cover them, and Sypha put up an extra shield of ice. When they lowered them, they found you walking out of the beast’s carcass holding your sword in one hand and a battle ax in the other. You were breathing heavily as you walked towards them. 

“This weapon is mine, Belmont,” you said between clenched teeth. 

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” you yelled back, “It smelled worse than you in there! And that thing’s entrails are all over me. Why, God?! Why do I even listen to your plans?! They always end with me getting kidnapped, smacked around, or EATEN!”

“To be fair, you didn’t get eaten this time,” Trevor offered. You glared at him and then walked over to use his cloak to wipe off your face. 

“I hate you.” 

He smiled, “You don’t mean that, angel.” 

“Oh, but I do. You’ll sleep as far away from me as possible tonight!” 

“Come on.”

“There was a large pond not too far from here. It smelled like fresh water,” Alucard offered.

“Alucard gets to be the little spoon tonight,” you announced.

Sypha made a sound of disappointment, “Alucard is always your little spoon.” 

“Sypha, would you please go check in with the survivors. My work was not yet done with some of them.” You requested, pretending not to hear her complaint. Alucard led the way towards the water source he heard upon entering the cave. You hated fighting for two reasons. It was a lot of work, and using your power always made you hypersensitive to the world around you. It was hard to put a lid on your ability once you used it and now you felt like you wanted to crawl out of your skin with the sensation of blood and guts on your body. 

“Trevor is going to pout every time he sees that ax,” Alucard said in his soft voice. 

“Good,” you growled back, “He didn’t go into the belly of the beast for it. Why do we listen to him?!” 

“He’s more annoying to ignore.” 

“Oh no, you don’t get a free pass. I distinctly remember you convincing me to do this. I told you all this was a piss poor idea.” 

“We needed more weapons to defend the village,” Alucard said, “And we encouraged you to stay behind.” 

“And you’d all be dead, or grievously injured if I had!” You snapped at him, “What did I do to deserve loving three idiots?”

“I ask myself the same thing every day,” he mused and you whirled around to glare at him. There was a small smile on his face as you continued to glare at him. As the way became darker you lit a fire in your hand to light the way. You and Alucard moved in silence. The best part about Alucard is that he knew how to be silent. He simply walked at your side. Pretty soon, you could hear the sound of running water. You let it guide you to your destination. The pond was supplied by a waterfall from the surface. It let in a white halo of light that showed you the clear water underneath. You could hear the water moving through the cave which was a good sign. No one wanted to do anything in stagnant water. You put your fire out and then stood there trying to decide whether or not to take off your boots. You did not have a change of shoes. Your feet were actually mostly dry on the inside, so you decided to take them off and wipe them later. The rock at the bottom of the pond was smooth. You could see minnows moving in the water but not much else. 

You continued forward cautiously feeling for a drop off with your feet. It seemed to perfectly slope down like a basin. You kept going in until the water was waist deep. Then you cleaned your weapons. 

Alucard stood on the edge of the pond keeping an eye on you. You tossed him your sword once it was clean. It was a light yet incredibly strong blade, a gift from a vampire that you once out drank. You threw the battle ax next. He grabbed it out of the air and tested the weight of it in his hand. It was heavy, but now that it was clean the gleaming silver pommel and filigree patterns climbing up the staff of the ax plus the gleaming red gem between the double sided blades of the ax seemed very you. It was a bit short for Trevor anyway, and he could sense the magic in the weapon waiting to be wielded. Trevor was better with blessed (and cursed) items. He was no magician. 

“This ax might help you focus your power,” Alucard said, he looked up to see you untying your stays while you muttered to yourself in annoyance. 

“Perfectly good corset, ruined with monster guts. I should have stayed home, let you idiots deal with this mess, now I can feel my skin and it’s fucking nauseating.” 

“My love, did you hear what I said? This ax has a healthy amount of magic on its own. it  could be a great weapon for you.” 

“Good. I’m glad I’m keeping it.” 

“Belmont’s awful with magic weapons anyway.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Trevor right now.” 

“You don’t mean that. And when he comes to bed wanting to hold you, you’re going to let him do it.”

You slowly turned to glare at him. There was still a good amount of blood all over you so while your glare was intimidating on its own, it was made worse by the carnage you were covered in, “Inform Sypha that she gets to be little spoon now.” 

“Darling,” Alucard complained. 

“You know what? No. I’ll sleep alone. You three can be together since you all love to go on stupid little quests with Trevor Fucking Belmont!” 

Alucard sighed. He was accustomed to your fussing after having to use your powers. You were just experiencing too many sensations at once, and that made you testy. Even if you did try to make good on your word, it would never work out that way. You didn’t sleep well by yourself. He elected to be quiet as you got as much of the blood out of your clothes and off your body as possible. 

“I’ll be sure to run a bath for you back at the castle, “ he assured as you gave your dress to him so he could wring it out for you. By the time you deemed yourself clean enough, Sypha and Trevor were headed out of the cave with the survivors. You and Alucard brought up the rear. It was warm and the high sun in the sky dried your clothes off pretty quickly. You were almost completely dry by the time you all made it back to the castle. When Trevor mentioned this place, he’d sold the fact that it wasn’t far to all of you. Now, it was the only redeeming quality of this trip. Alucard carried you the last mile or so on his back, and you dozed a bit. After the horrible sensory issues, there always came the fatigue, and you found it impossible to keep your eyes open. 

Trevor helped you off Alucard’s back and into the castle. You were sort of out of it when you got into a bath. You were sure that you missed a significant amount of time where they preliminarily cleaned you so you wouldn’t ruin the bath. You were kind of in and out of it. Alucard held you in lap, keeping you upright so that Sypha could clean you up. You were at least aware of those two, Alucard’s softer deeper voice right in your ear as he spoke to Sypha, and her qually soft but higher pitched voice responding in kind. 

“I wish I knew why it wiped her out like this.” 

“She is a rather small vessel for so much magic,” he offered, and you pinched his thigh in retribution for him calling you small. 

“Ow,” he complained before chuckling, “She’s coming back around. We’re going to put you in a bath, my darling.” 

You hummed your ascent, and was rewarded with a sweet kiss on the cheek and you tilted your head to side to give him access to your neck, where an old mark from him biting you resided. More often than not, you were the one Alucard wound up sinking his fangs into. He suspected that you might like more than anyone else. 

“You little minx. We’re trying to clean you up,” he tsked before kissing your neck then down to your shoulder. 

“Alucard,” Sypha sighed, “We need to get her in the bath.” 

Alucard huffed and his breath made you shiver. 

“See?” Sypha continued, “She’s getting cold. You’ll be stuck taking care of her if she gets sick.” 

“It should be my pleasure to wait on her hand and foot,” Alucard said but he still picked you up, moving you way from the stool and drain to go to the warm bath waiting for you. Alucard was truly the only possible option for this part, because he was the only one who could stand the temperature that you liked your baths. The water was just a few degrees below scalding and he set you in first before getting in behind you so that your tired form wouldn’t fall back into the water. The tub was big, meant for someone much taller than you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Alucard to share a bath because of all the room in the tub. 

“Sypha, dear, will you hand me those salts,” he said, pulling you back against him. 

You groaned as the hot water coaxed your muscles into relaxing. It was an achey kind of relief

“You slept for a shorter time,” Sypha remarked as she came over to give Alucard the jar he asked for. 

“Ugh, I feel like shit,” you grumbled, sinking deeper into the tub.

“I know, my darling,” Alucard doted kissing your neck before focusing on opening the jar. 

“‘M sorry I got so crabby,” you murmured, eyes still closed. You couldn’t be bothered to open them. 

“If we were put off by a little crabiness we would have kicked Trevor out a long time ago,” Sypha assured. 

You chuckled, leaning back into Alucard a bit more, “I should say I’m sorry I was so crabby with you two. Trevor was the real problem. I swear he brings out the worst in me. Sypha, you should be sure he’s actually bathing before he brings his stinky ass to bed.” 

Sypha laughed, “Ah you’re probably right. Alucard, do you have everything you need here?” 

“Yes, thank you. We shouldn’t be too long.” He assured her, and the arm around your waist hugged you to him a bit tighter. You heard the bathroom door open and close. Alucard was kissing your neck again, but now he skimmed his teeth across your skin. 

“Mm, what are you doing to me, Alucard?” your voice was heavy with lust and it would have been embarrassing if you had any energy to devote to shame. 

“You gave me quite a fright back there you know,” he murmured, “I thought that beast crushed you.” 

“I’m not so easily crushed.” 

“Still, you worry me when you act so recklessly.” 

“I know. But I won’t be leaving you any time soon, Alucard. You’ll have to suffer me a while longer.”

“Good,” he kissed you again and his hands moved up your waist to your rib cage until they were just under your breasts, “I’d like to have you to myself for just a moment if you don’t mind.” 

“Trevor’s going to pitch a fit,” you laughed. 

“Trevor will get over it. I’m sure he’s seducing Sypha for disgusting sex before he’s even bathed.” 

You made a sound of distaste, “I don’t know how she does it.”

“Same way you kiss me with a mouth full of blood.” he retorted. 

You made a sound of agreement, Sypha thought that was disgusting, you thought it was kind of hot. It was usually your blood anyway so what did it matter.

“Go on,” You permitted, “have your way with me.” 

His hands continued up, grabbing your breasts and kneading them firmly. You stuck our chest out a bit more as he kissed your neck. He trapped your nipples between his fingers and squeezed coaxing a soft sweet sound out of you. You turned your head to face him and he put his lips against yours, you could feel his fangs, pressed right up against his lips. He opened his mouth to taste your tongue and you moaned. Alucard had a way of being so gentle and yet still firm with you. His hands were strong, and big, and warm, but they still held grace enough to tweak your nipples in the right way to make you clench around nothing.
“So good,” you purred before kissing him again, taking charge of the kiss and sucking his tongue lightly.

He kept one hand on your breast as the other rubbed down your stomach to be between your legs. Your breath hitched as he touched you there, his fingers easily finding your clit. He teased gently, moving leisurely until your hips started chasing his fingers. 

“You’re so sensitive, my darling.” 

“Yes, I am, be good to me. I’m the hero of the day aren’t I?” you huffed. 

“You are,” he purred indulgently, plunging his fingers into you. You moaned letting your head lull back against his shoulder. 

“Oh, Alucard.” 

“You’re so perfect,” he said, his mouth still against your shoulder looking at his hand between your legs. The water was clear but the movement disturbed the view. He crooked his fingers to hit your g-spot making you moan for him. You gripped his arm, lifting your hips to get more friction. 

“My Alucard,” you breathed, “You’re always so good to me. Make love to me, won’t you. Don’t you want to feel me deep inside, my love.” 

He moaned against your neck, immediately withdrawing his fingers and grabbing your hips with both hands. He was already hard,  cock trapped between your bodies. You turned, letting it be known the you wanted to face him. The water in the tub sloshed, spilling off of the sides a bit. As he helped you turned to face him. You opened your eyes finally to see his face. His skin was already flushed. He could argue it was from the bath but you knew him too well. His gaze went straight to your chest, as you turned and he was quick to latch on to one of your nipples, probably leaving marks with his fangs. You didn’t mind. You never minded when it was Alucard. It drove Trevor up the wall just how soft you were with Alucard but you couldn’t help it, he was just too sweet to deny. You slipped your fingers into his hair, wetting the silky strands in the process. 

“Feels so good,” you purred, pressing him to your chest and letting your eyes roll back at the way he moaned from your praise. 

“Love you, always so good to me,” you murmured, putting your weight in his lap so you could grind against his hard on. He held up your breast to keep it in his mouth while you moved. You looked down at him and felt the honey sweet pull of affection tug at your heart. 

“I love you, Alucard,” you said again. 

He lifted his head with a harsh pop as his lips left your breasts, “I love you too, with my heart,” he kissed over your heart, “My body,” another kiss, “And my very soul.” he captured your lips with his again and you reached between the two of you to line him with your entrance, slowly easing down to let him fill you up. He broke away from you with a soft groan letting his head rest back against the wall of the tub. You let your hands slide up his torso before you leaned forward to kiss his chest, lifting up along his length just a bit before going back down. You built your pace up slowly, enjoying the sweet sounds he made. Everything about Alucard was so pretty. You lingered on his chest, flicking your tongue against one nipple and then the other. He held your hips, giving you a bit of help in riding him, but never taking more than you were already giving him. You rode him just how he liked it, lavishing him with affection, leaving a few marks so there would be no doubt about what the two of you were up to in the bath.

“Oh, gods, yes,” he groaned as you squeezed tight around him, “You feel divine, my love. Fuck, fuck me. Please fuck me. Don’t stop.” He gasped lifting his head to meet your gaze with those golden eyes. 

“I’ve got you,” you purred back, keeping up your pace even as it sent more water spilling over the sides of the tub. He moved a hand between the two of you to rub your clit, catching you a bit off guard. 

“Alucard!” you cried out, hips stuttering. 

“Please let me feel you cum around my cock. Let me feel it, darling,” he pleaded and you weren’t of the attitude to deny him anything so you didn’t push his hand away. You rode him through the cresting waves of your own arousal, even as he made your legs shake. You came with a harsh moan, burying your face against his neck and forcing yourself to keep riding him. His moans were so sweet as he panted and cursed right in your ear. Eventually he stopped rubbing your clit in favor of helping you keep bouncing in his lap, even as your thighs trembled and while your cunt pulsed with arousal. He grunted as he came, pulling you down on his length as his warmth blossomed inside of you. He set his teeth against your shoulder and bit you as he kept fucking you through his own orgasm. 

You let out a long wanton moan that ended in his name as you hugged him close. He truly lived for that moan, the one that came when you were overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved the way you said his name. 

“Oh my love,” you crooned, rolling your hips to milk the last pulses of your own orgasm. You both made soft desperate, overstimulated sounds. 

He slowly took away his fangs from your flesh and lapped at the wound to clean it up, “Sypha’s going to have my head,” he chuckled, looking at the rapidly bruising bite mark. He wasn’t taking blood. It was truly just a bite, but he did promise to be gentle with you. 

“Mm sleepy, my Alucard. Take me to bed won’t you.” 

“Of course my life. Your Alucard has you,” he said in an equally adoring tone. Still it was another few moments of cleaning up before he got up and carried you to the bedroom. The bedroom was empty so Sypha and Trevor were still up to whatever they were up to. That was fine by you. Alucard made you the little spoon for once pressing his warm body right against you. That was fine by you. You needed a few more winks of sleep. 

Both Sypha and Trevor came in wearing clothing 20 minutes later. Alucard looked at them with a small smirk as he lie with both of his arms around you. He pressed his face against your neck to hide his smug smile. 

“You two fucked didn’t you?” Trevor said accusatorily. 

“We made love, Belmont.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Only you can get away with asking her to fuck you while she’s tired.” 

“She’s done it for me,” Sypha disagreed. 

“So it’s me she hates?”

“No, but you’re usually the reason she’s tired.” Sypha reminded him as she took off the night gown she wore before getting in bed.

“Sypha, tell Trevor to stop fucking whining,” you grumbled, turning over to face Alucard. He let out a little lovesick sigh as you nuzzled into him. 

“Stop hiding behind Alucard and say it to my fucking face.” 

“Fuck your face!” you grumbled back. 

“You could,” he smirked. 

“Yeah? And then you could eat Alucard’s cum out of me, sounds like the kinda thing you’re into.” 

“… No,” he said unconvincingly. You’d just been fucking around before but the tone of his voice made you crack your eyes open before sitting up to look at Trevor. He was already in bed, and everyone else was already staring at him. Trevor refused to look at any of you. 

“Trevor, you said in a sing songy voice, “I’ll suffer a little beard burn if you make it worth my while.”

“Shut up.” 

“Fine, Sypha, you want in?” you asked and she turned with bright eyes. 

“Wait, no, I want in. Get your ass over here,” he demanded gruffly. 

“I don’t think I like your tone. I save the day and get your stupid battle axe-”

“That you’re keeping.”

“Because I earned it!” you threw back, “And you speak to me like a common wench.” 

“No I’m not,” he argued. 

“You could be putting your mouth to better use,” you said, sitting up and stretching out long. It wasn’t lost on you that everyone’s eyes went straight to your chest. You were well endowed, it’s why you always wore stays, even while fighting. A few of your joints popped and then you dove forward to crawl over Alucard and then Sypha to get to Trevor. He peered  at you with half lidded eyes. They widened a bit as you got closer. 

“Alucard bit you.” 

“Alucard,” Sypha admonished. 

“Don’t,” you said, “you all know I don’t mind it.” 

“But you are already tired!” Sypha complained, “You can’t drink from her too, you greedy dhampir!”

“He just bit. I’m fine,” you assured, and Trevor seized your hips with two strong hands, coaxing you up over his face. 

“Take a seat,” he murmured before opening his mouth and pulling you down. You whined almost immediately putting your hand in his hair. Your body bowed a bit as he sucked your clit sharply. Sypha knelt at your side and touched your cheek tentatively, coaxing you to turn her way so she could press her soft lips to yours. You liked kissing Sypha, she was always good at taking control of the rhythm of your kiss. You moaned in her mouth as her hands squeezed your breasts. You wrapped your arms around her slim frame and pulled her in closer. 

“When are you going to let me get my face between your legs?” you asked on a heavy moan. 

“Anytime is good,” she said hastily, only to let out a cute little yelp as you pulled her close to kiss her neck, and get your mouth on her pert pink nipples, sucking one then the other. You always thought her breasts were cute, sitting in a way that yours never could because yours were too big. You were vaguely aware of the movement in the room around you, but really only put the pieces together a few minutes later when you heard and felt Trevor moan against you. You pulled away from Sypha to look behind you. You found Alucard between Trevor’s legs with his golden hair spilling over one shoulder. He gripped the other man’s cock, slowly jerking him off. You smiled a little at him before turning your attention back to Sypha since she was being a little neglected. You put a hand between her legs and started playing with her clit. She was already wet, letting your fingers slip against her sensitive little bud with ease, though you longed you have it in your mouth, and to taste her arousal. You told her as much in between breathy moans as you rocked your hips on Trevors face. 

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, pretty girl,” you cooed at her, “just wait, gonna bury my face between your thighs.” She let out a song like moan, pushing her hips back away from you, which only made you hold her closer to you. 

Trevor grabbed your hips and started really making you ride his face. His facial hair scratched the insides of your thighs, adding a sting to the honey sweet pleasure pouring through your body. You had to pause in your ministrations with Sypha as you felt your pleasure mounting. 

“Shit, Trevor,” you whined looking down at his face between your legs. The two of you made eye contact, meaning he got to watch as your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack and you came on his tongue. 

You were a bit saltier than usual. The taste of Alucard’s cum was laced all through your arousal, and it made Trevor hot all over. You were kind enough to fall over to the side, tackling Sypha down with you. She let out a little yelp before giggling like mad. 

“Are you just going to jerk me off, pretty boy or are you going to let the girls show us up?” Trevor through a pointed look to you and Sypha where your head was already between her legs, and fingers buried in your hair. She was flushed down to her chest and already breathing heavily. The wet smack sounds from your mouth on her sex was lewd even for the current climate in the bedroom. 

“If you want me to suck you off you’ll have to ask nicely.” 

“Oh fuck off,” Trevor grumbled. 

“Well alright,” Alucard agreed easily let go of Trevor and setting his sights on you. You were ass up face down in Sypha’s pussy and your sex was positively gleaming with your arousal and Trevor’s saliva. He knew it would be easy to slide inside of you, and you would whine and mewl for him. There were no clear roles in the bedroom, but you usually called the shots with Alucard, mostly because he was happy with whatever you gave him. But when he asked for it you were soft for him, malleable, a whimpering mess. Your submission was something that belonged to only him and he cherished it. He’d love to see you cry for him now, to kiss away your overwhelmed tears 

“Get back here, asshole,” Trevor complained, smashing his lips on Alucard’s to get the dhampir’s focus back on him. 

Sypha sounded so pretty for you, letting out sweet songlike moans when she came in your mouth it was with a loud cry that turned into breathless giggle as she came down. Sypha always laughed after orgasm, it was an expression of exhilaration, not comedy. You kissed back up her body, lavishing her breasts with more attention. 

“I love you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around you. 

“Mm, I love you too,” you kissed her then melting against her as she wrapped her arms around you. 

Trevor let out a loud moan that made you and Sypha break apart to watch Alucard ride him, a cruel little smile on his face even though his face was flushed, cheeks bright red. Alucard had his hand around Trevor’s throat making the man look him in his eyes as he rode him hard enough that the bed shuddered violently. You and Sypha just watched, knowing better than to get between their moment. Sypha suddenly grabbed you by the throat to pull you back into kissing her. You were both slowly building your bodies back up.

She kissed the place where Alucard bit you murmuring, “Stupid pointy fangs.” 

“Bite me,” Alucard threw back a bit breathlessly. 

“It would serve you right.” 

“I like it when he bites me.” 

“Is that just for Alucard?” she asked and you shook your head, eager to feel her teeth upon your flesh. Sypha kissed and licked and bit all over your body. Pretty soon she had you face down ass up, her tongue teasing that tight ring of muscle that was rarely penetrated except for special occasions. Still, her tongue felt like paradise and you couldn’t help moaning into a pillow. Simultaneously you heard the tell-tale sound of Trevor cumming. It was a hard low grunt, followed by a long string of curses, and then Alucard started kissing him.

“Enough! You bastard!” Trevor cried out trying to get Alucard off of him. Alucard chuckle, letting Trevor’s softening cock fall out of him. Once again, his eyes were on you, and you glossy wet cunt. 

“Shall we take care of our hero, Sypha?” he asked and she lifted her head to see that Alucard was hard again. She was more than happy to let you take him. Alucard could be borderline insatiable, and you seemed to be the only one who could keep up with him. She watched as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back and winding his arms around your waist. 

“Will you take me again, my love?” he asked. 

“Always,” you huffed, “Fill me up, my darling.” You reached back to put your hand in his hair. 

“Careful what you say to me,” he chuckled. 

“You love it,” you purred arching your back as he began to line himself up with your entrance. He pushed in firmly, his hips smacking against your ass. 

Trevor and Sypha loved seeing the two of you together, the way you opened up for him like a rose in full bloom, it was gorgeous. Sypha sat between Trevor’s legs while he fingered her, hitting the exact right spot inside of her every time. 

“You’re so wet,” he growled, going faster and harder as he met little to now resistance. Your whole body jolts, making your moans stilted and forced out. 

“Tell me you love me,” he requested, kissing your back. 

“I love you.” 

“Again.” 

“I love you, Alucard.” 

“I know, my darling, I know. I can feel it. You’re so perfect around me.” 

“Feels so good,” You whined, pressed your face against the mattress as you let out another moan. He pulled out of you suddenly and you made a sound of protest only for him to push you over on your back. He opened your legs wide and slide home right back inside of you tossing his head back in ecstasy. 

“Damn they’re pretty,” Trevore breathed. 

“Mm, can you go again, Treffy,” Sypha asked. 

“Not if you call me that.” He said, despite being hard again after watching you and Alucard really go at it. 

“Don’t bite her, Alucard,” Sypha said sternly and Alucard threw an ill-tempered glare her way and she stuck her tongue out in retaliation. 

“Alucard,” you moaned as he continued to fuck ever coherent though out of you. 

“Yes, my darling?” he asked leaning down so that his face was right above yours. He was even prettier up close, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. 

He clicked his tongue, “What is it, my darling? Don’t cry.” 

“So… good,” you whined. 

“Yes,” he purred, “Take your pleasure from me. You want me to fill you up don’t you?” 

“Yesss, yes, please.” 

“Just open up for me. Leave it all to your Alucard.” 

You cried out, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in closer, until your foreheads touched and you felt your rational mind slipping, giving itself over to pleasure. Pretty soon there wasn’t a thought in your head, only the waves of soul deep pleasure that crashed over you. You were drowning in it with no clear sign of surfacing. Every thrust felt like riding the waves of the ocean, ebbing and flowing, push and pull, you were floating in his golden eyes. You were vaguely aware of Trevor and Sypha moaning but you couldn’t see them. Alucard’s hair fell like a curtain between you and them. He was truly working your body to its limits, you felt so boneless. He watched himself disappear inside of you, relishing in the sweet wet sounds of your pussy. You were letting out sobbing moans, calling out his name, to god, and heaven above. Your legs were still open wide for him and he put your ankles on his shoulders, folding you in half as he kissed your temple, where a tear has escaped and was rolling towards your hairline. 

You came loudly, shaking a thrashing against as your pleasure raced through you like electricity. Your orgasm triggered his and it was your absolute delight to see his pretty face when he came. His jaw dropped showing off those beautiful sharp fangs. His warmth settled deep inside of you and he pulled out for just a moment to get you settled in bed before sliding right back in to stay inside of you, grinding into you as the two of you watched Sypha take Trevor. You enjoyed one more small orgasm from Alucard playing with your clit before you fell asleep. 

You roused a bit a few minutes later as Sypha laid close to you. You put a leg over her body and reached over to touch Trevor. 

“Love you, Sypha. Love you, dickhead.” 

Sypha giggled, “Love you too.”

“Yeah, I love you too, you tiny fucker.” 

Your lips tugged into a smile as you drifted off to sleep.

~

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RAE’SNOTE; more random scenario i’ve written about alucard instead of doing what i should actually do. and, alucard and (y/n) are going to be a little extra.

anime/manga; hellsing (ultimate)

pairing; alucard × gn! reader

Alucardlooked through the window at the beautiful night landscape that appeared in front of him.

❝it seems that the sun has finally set, draga mea.❞

turning around, already face to face with the human, he gave a slight and short bow before continuing to speak.

❝do you feel like going for a nice night walk with this lonely vampire?❞

returning to his initial standing pose with a smug grin, already knowing in advance what the answer would be. he extended his arm towards them, the same arm they intertwined with theirs.

❝it would be a pleasure to be able to spend such a memorable moment with you, my beloved king.❞

and as simple as that both lovers left the hellsing property to take a little walk around.

Alucard - Menstrual sex drabble

His eyes shot open like a wolf after catching the scent of blood, and it may have been a reflection, or your mind playing tricks, but you could swear that there was red in the gold of his eyes.

His tongue curled inside your cunt, sucking and drinking from the apex of your legs like a man stranded in the desert, dying of thirst, nails digging crescent rivulets into your thigh’s flesh until it began to sting. There must’ve been something inhuman about the curl of his tongue, something much longer than a normal man’s, reaching far deeper within you than anything you could’ve thought possible. Another “scary vampiric quality,” you’d hoped. Then again, with his tongue flexing so sweetly against the warmth of your cunt, it was impossible to think about anything.

“Adri-ah!Adrian, sl..ow down!”

The blood in his ears was pounding so loudly that Adrian couldn’t hear a damn thing, too absorbed in his task, the feast in front of him. It was bitter, likely a result of the reality of what he was drinking, but it did nothing to dull the inferno roaring inside his gut. Instead, all it did was remind him of his father’s finest Chardonnay, sour in all the sweetest ways, dancing on his tongue, and all of it backed with the basest note of your addictive, dripping sex.

Truly, he couldn’t get enough of you.

—PULLING TEETH

—ch.1—ch.2

summary: after suffering a night creature’s attack the night before, you awake to find yourself not only alive, but tucked into bed, the strange man who’d been your rescuer sleeping across from you.

w/c: 4563

tags: slow burn, eventual smut, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, sickfic

a/n: nearly two months later and i finally release the next chapter. rip. i’m sorry for the awful hiatus everyone! although updates will be slow, i still intend to finish this story, and have a clear ending in mind >:) hope yall enjoy!!

The world you woke to was awash with pale yellow light, the brightness enough to make your eyes wince after being in such comfortable, dreamless darkness for so long. Your brain was slow to comprehend where you were, an aftereffect of shock being the most likely case. But with the twitching of your fingers, it was abundantly clear that somehow, someway, you had survived.

You didn’t delude yourself for a moment into thinking the sepia haze you found yourself was the afterlife, the throbbing pain in your head and ankle was enough to nip that notion in the bud as soon as it bloomed. But if you weren’t dead, where were you?

Consciousness went to your body far faster than your brain. Your senses assured that you were tucked into what must’ve been the softest bed you’d ever slept in, with warmth reminiscent of the sun filtering onto your exposed skin. The stiff cotton of bandages tucked neatly against your wounds was nothing if not a familiar feeling, at least.

The room you found yourself in was painted with that same yellow that first dotted your vision, its furniture grand and carved from oak, looking much older and more expensive than any you’d seen before. You couldn’t help but notice that for such a luxurious room, it was rather bare, with only a few bits of essential furniture dotted around the suite,

And a pale man with golden hair resting comfortably on the couch across from where you slept.

He might’ve been one of the prettiest men you’d ever seen, with sharp features carved around a thin, narrowed nose, and defined collarbones half-hidden behind a flowy white shirt.

“…Hello?”Throat wincing at the strain, you were suddenly all too aware of the sandpaper texture that coated the roof of your mouth.

A squeak you would’ve called undignified escaped you when his full eyelashes opened, instantly locking onto yours. Even from this distance the stranger kept himself at, you could easily see their vibrant golden color, much the same as his hair.

“Good, you’re finally awake. I was beginning to consider you might’ve knocked yourself out into a coma.” You didn’t respond right away, focused instead on recalling sparse memories of the night before, a dull horror falling over your face as you thought again of what hunted you through the blackened woods.

This stranger must’ve been the observant type, deciphering your thoughts from just the shell-shocked way you stared at the bandages looping down and around your body, “There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore, you know,” you jerked your head up to look him in the eye, “nothing can get to you in here. You’re safe now.”

His words were of some assurance but mostly they just took your mind off the hauntingly fresh memories from last night, “Where am I? Ho-How close are we to Arges?”

His eyebrows knit in concentration as he spoke, as if he was weighing the burden of the words on his tongue, “You’ve found yourself in my castle. As to its exact location… I’d say two kilometers or so from the nearest town, southeast of here.”

You blinked, whatever measurements he was using were lost on you and you hoped he’d get that from the clueless look you so obviously wore.

After a moment your host must’ve realized not everyone got whatever fancy education living in a castle provided, rephrasing himself, “About a day’s ride on horse to Arges.” Your eyes shot open at that, the soles of your feet aching after hearing his estimate.

“What?” You said, panicking, “I ran that far?’

“Did you really not know?” Adrian asks carefully, as if his compassion might spook you.

No, not compassion, you correct. Pity.

“I’m sure this is a lot to take in all at once, but try not to injure yourself any further.”

At that, all attention fell back to your injuries, experimentally raising first your left then right arm, wincing at the flaring ache that ripped its way down the limb from your shoulder after stretching too taut.

“Careful. You’ll undo all my good work,” You flinched at the cold bite of his words and he must’ve noticed if his sigh that followed was any indication, “You took a hell of a beating to get here, I’d advise against movement for a little while.”

You perked up at that, taking in the bandages that you felt adorning the rest of your body in a new light, “You did this?”

“Who else would you think?”

Shrugging didn’t seem to be an adequate response to your host, so you went on, “I mean, don’t you have any servants or something?”

He resolutely shook his head, and your lips twitched into a frown, “…Then who else lives here?”

It was only after a lengthy pause that you realized what his silence begged you to unspokenly know, “You aren’t saying you live in a castle… alone?”

Your host couldn’t manage to hold eye contact with you any longer, scoffing instead as he looked to the floor, “You sound so horrified by my life.”

“Don’t you ever get lonely?” You couldn’t help but notice the way his grip on the armrest tightened at your question, worsening the look across your face.

He didn’t answer, he didn’t have to, the lack of one spoke loudly enough on its own. Instead he pulled himself from the couch, standing up with a mumble about going to get you a glass of water in the smaller room beside your bed, leaving you to your thoughts. Although as much as you wished it would subside, the events from last night seemed adamant to thread themselves into your being although you desperately tried to ignore them.

After the first half-hour of running your memory truly became a blur of blood, teeth, and rain, but the illuminated sight of the castle’s imposing silhouette towering over the glade was fresh in your mind. A tall, spiraling thing that rose high enough into the ashy clouds above that you couldn’t see where it ended. You could probably stack every trade shop, house, and church in your village on top of each other and the building you’d make would still be dwarfed in the castle’s shadow. The idea that someone could live in such a place miles from the nearest town with only dustmites for company sat wrong in your chest.

He returned with a glass of water and a warning not to drink too fast. You manage to, slowly, head reeling. If the man notices your disorientation, he doesn’t say anything. Despite what your instincts beg you to do instead, you heed his instructions and take one leisurely sip of water at a time until your headache begins to subside.

“So, would you think it’s fair of me to ask the name of my patient?” He still kept some distance from you, something you didn’t find too weird, nodding with an unsteady smile.

When you told him his eyes lit up, repeating it back to himself under the hush of his breath. You might’ve thought it was your imagination if not for the way you saw his barely parted lips form the syllables.

You cleared your throat, hoping to distract from the faint pink dusting onto your cheeks, “And what about yours?”

His soft smile fell away, replacing itself with something unreadable.

“It’s… Adrian Tepes.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that, the name for some reason familiar, inviting a brief sting of déjà vu before the sensation passed like a fleeting shadow.

You shake it off, extending a hand to where he sat at the end of your bed despite the wince of pain that stemmed from moving even your less damaged arm. It might sting, but you muster as much ernesty into the gesture as possible.

“Well, thank you, Adrian Tepes… you saved my life.”

Molten eyes widened, looking from your outstretched palm to your face, for what, you couldn’t say, before finally taking his hand in yours. When you made contact with his skin your smile faltered briefly, unsettled by the coolness to his touch but again you brushed the notion aside. Pulling away soon after, you noticed Adrian’s lips pressed firmly into a line whenever he drew the slightest bit closer to you, flinching away from your touch like one of the untrusting feral cats you’d take pity on from time to time back home.

Home.

All of a sudden you were thinking about your old cottage sitting on the outskirts of Arges, no longer just a structure made from cobbled stone and brick-thatched roof, but a home. Your home. Commissions and projects still left unfinished across your bed, half-sewn bodices and sleeves all indented with pins and string. All the potted plants you’d taken inside would be long dead by the time you made it back, and of course the stray cats that often sit by your windowsill and beg for scraps would be missing you dearly, knowing your house was an easy mark because you’d cave into their demands for food every time.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Adrian calling out your name, a tinge of worry in the crease of his brow.

“Are you alright?”

“Sorry, I—It’s a lot to take in, I guess. All of it, I mean.” You muttered, unable to come up with anything better than a lackluster response.

“I understand,” your host was softer with his wording, able to pick up on your distress, “I’m… sorry. About all of this.” What did he mean by that? You fumbled to grasp at whatever Adrian thought he did wrong before he nodded towards your broken ankle, hidden under linen, and you knew he only meant he was sorry that you had to endure it at all.

You shrugged, “I’m not.”

“Pardon?”

He looked at you as if you’d grown a second head, and you stumbled through trying to explain yourself, “I—Adrian, although last night was…” a snap of the night creature’s jaws flashed behind your eyes, “scary… The point is, I’m lucky to be alive. Most others don’t get the luxury of being saved, let alone healed afterwards.”

Adrian’s lips barely parted and shut as he tried to think of a response, something unreadable darkening his fair features. The silence wouldn’t last, it seemed, as soon the tension was broken with the almost comically loud rumbling of your stomach.

Air pushed through his nose, “Where are my manners… Would you like me to fix breakfast? You must be starving, I’m sure.”

“Really?”You winced as the wonder in your voice betrayed you, still not used to the idea of a blue-blood like Adrian offering to make food for someone like you as if it was second nature. “I mean, thank you, sir, but I—“

His eyebrows shot up,“Sir?”

A hint of red found its way to your face, “I mean, you never said… I’m sorry, is it Lord Tepes instead?”

It might’ve been his turn to blush.

“No! No,” his voice almost cracked, an odd bout of nerves tickling out a cough, “just Adrian, please.”

“Oh,” you smiled, “well.. Thank you, Adrian. It’s been a while since anyone’s cooked for me.”

At the mention of food your stomach groaned once again in protest. You’re hungry. You always are these days, but then again, so is everyone else. Famine has almost started to become a stronger horseman than war or death in Wallachia these days. The last time you’d eaten was yesterday, a lunch consisting of apples off a nearby tree and a half-loaf of bread that had already begun to mold, but you still made a point to be thankful for every gluey bite. It was more than most people could afford.

He frowns at the edge of your bed, “Then it seems we’re both in luck. After all, what’s the point in learning how to cook if there’s no one to cook for?”

Standing up, his long legs made quick strides towards the door, though that height might have something to do with the leather boots strapped up to his calves, “I won’t be long. The kitchens aren’t far. If you need anything, simply call for me, and I’ll hear.”

A weak smile seemed satisfactory to placate Adrian’s request, another muttered “thank you,” reaching out before the door closed behind him, leaving you alone in his riddle of a castle.

Without anything to do while you wait, your mind turns inward, thinking more about your savior with the pretty hair.

You decided it was impossible he wasn’t some form of nobility, his posh intellect stood out like a sore thumb and completely betrayed his background, especially in comparison to your… less than average education.

Though you briefly entertained the idea he was a squatter with a background in medicinal practice taking up residence in an abandoned castle, you eventually had to scratch that idea. He seemed far too in his element for that to be the case. He’d introduced himself with only a first name, no honorifics or lordship attached. He hadn’t even asked you to call him sir, unlike every other nobleman you’ve encountered in the past through your business, each leaving a similar acidic taste in your mouth, and Adrian left no such thing.

So who the hell washe?

Standing alone in the kitchen, Adrian thinks he might’ve gone a bit overboard.

On the tray he meant to take back to your room sat scrambled bird’s eggs topped with salt and tomatoes, an apple, a bowl of steamed oatmeal drenched in honey, and a glass of orange juice made from one of the fruit trees that still barely clung to life in his father’s old greenhouse.

Still, he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a while since he had the chance to cook for another person, a wince finding its way to his face once he realized that last person had been his mother, only two weeks before her execution.

Adrian picked up the tray of food and carried it to your room maybe a bit faster than needed. Speaking with others seemed like the best way to stop his train of thought from spiraling any further. After all, that was one of the things he loved about spending time with Sypha and Trevor.

His knuckles rapt against the doorframe only to be greeted by a giggle from the other side, “This is your house, I don’t think you have to knock.”

“Well then,” he leaned his back into the doorframe, presenting the meal with a bit more dramatics than necessary, “forgive me for being polite.”

Your eyes widened to a comical degree once you saw the food, alight with awe, “You’re… soforgiven.”

He chuckled, sure to keep his mouth shut once he got close enough to set your food down. If you told him that less than twenty-four hours ago you faced a likely traumatising near-death experience, he wouldn’t’ve believed you. Not with your eyes shining like a child’s on Christmas morning. He wondered if this might be more food than you’d ever seen on one serving, jaw slack with shock then closing in confusion when he set the entire tray on the empty space of your mattress and walked back to his seat on the daybed.

“Are you not having anything?” You were probably worried about seeming rude, and he wanted to be sure his patient didn’t have any misgivings about accepting his hospitality.

Adrian was quick to brush away the question, “I assure you, I’m full. There’s no shortage of food in the nearby woods, I can promise that neither of us will go hungry. Besides, you need to get your strength back.”

Even though you were eyeing the meal like it might bite you, there was no hiding the drool along your lips. Though uncertain, you didn’t press him for more, and a breath he technically didn’t need to be holding left him when you finally dug in.

He might’ve scolded Trevor for doing much the same thing, gulping down food and drink as if it would be snatched away at any moment, but he reasoned that you of course had a valid reason for doing so.

You only paused after catching sight of his expression, wiping a stray piece of tomato with your wrist.

“Is there something on my face?” You said through a mouthful of eggs.

He shook his head, “No, don’t worry over it, I was overthinking.”

“Hm. Penny for your thoughts?” While you were downing half the orange juice in one gulp, Adrian mulled over how to properly string his wording.

“When was the last time you were full?”

Whatever you were expecting him to say, that question clearly wasn’t it. At once your face shifted, somewhere between bitter and sad.

“A bit.” And before he could say anything else, a resolute scoop of eggs was enough to end that conversation before it began.

The pair of you fell into an uncomfortable silence, interrupted by the scrape of unblessed silverware against ceramic. If he could, Adrian would kick himself for his insensitivity. Of course it’s been a while since she’s had a proper meal, the whole damn country was starving.

Adrian shifted his weight where he sat, trying his hardest not to stare by instead casting his sights at the clouds outside, racking his brain for what to say or if he should say anything at all. In his defense, he hasn’t interacted with anyone in what felt like several months; though admittedly he might’ve been wrong as he couldn’t bother to keep track of time or dates anymore, not since the day he woke up from that coffin.

“Can I ask you something?” Your question nipped him away from his thoughts before they could take hold.

“Always.”

“Who are you, really? I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but I know nobility when I hear it,” he knew you’d ask this eventually, but truthfully Adrian hoped he would have avoided the subject for as long as he could. He didn’t enjoy lying.

“My father,” he sighed, “was a Voivode. A prince of Wallachia,”

You went to speak but Adrian could already tell what you were about to say, and wanted to quickly interrupt any preconceived ideas that might be brewing, “Now don’t go thinking I’m any sort of prince-”

“—Aren’t you though? Like, by definition?”

Adrian frowned, “I rather doubt that. Shortly after the end of the crusades my father was excommunicated by the church. You can probably guess how my family lost any nobility it might’ve had claim to after that. All but this castle, it seems.”

It was a fool’s errand, he knew it, but Adrian tried his damndest to speak in as many half-truths as possible instead of outright lying. It felt less guilty somehow. If you were going to be staying in his castle for the foreseeable future, he wanted you to have some idea of who you were actually talking to.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault if you thought he was talking about the squabble in Varna thirty years ago instead of The First Crusade of 1094.

“That’s… Jesus, Adrian,” you looked shell-shocked trying to wrap your head around everything, “I’m not sure what to say.”

“Well, as long as you don’t start reciting bible verses, you’ll be reacting better than most people would.”

You laughed. It was hard keeping a smile off his face when yours was so infectious, but there was no other choice. If he did, there isn’t a chance you wouldn’t see the daggers in his mouth.

“Trust me, I share no sympathy for the church. I’m practically one step away from becoming an excommunicant myself.” You dove for the sweetened oatmeal and proceeded to slurp it down with a hunger that would’ve put even Trevor to shame.

“Oh? And how did that happen?”

You stopped chewing, no longer looking at him but through him, mind wandering somewhere else.

“Can… we talk about it some other time? Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

He nodded, and a weight visibly lifted from your shoulders, “Of course. We don’t have to talk about anything that could make you uncomfortable. Some memories aren’t worth reliving.” And he hoped, by some extension, you would offer him this same courtesy.

“Did you say you came from Arges?” You nodded, taking another spoonful of honeyed wheat, “If you don’t mind me asking, what was your trade?”

Though you talked with your mouth full you at least had the decency to cup a hand over your lips as you did so, “M’ a seamstre’th.”

“…A seamstress?” Nodding eagerly at his translation, a chubby smile reached your cheeks that did wonders for his culinary ego.

Choking on an overeager bite, you pounded your chest with a closed fist for a moment to clear it away before you continued. You spent your meal recounting the ins and outs of your daily work, almost rambling at some points about your irritable clientele. By the time you’d finished the bowl of oatmeal, Adrian had gained an adequate understanding of the Arges flea markets and how to dye sheets of cotton from wildflowers. He occasionally threw in his two cents but for the most part just let you do the talking.

“Work’s been slow since the world fell to shit, but I’m managing. The only real clients I get these days are aristocrats with so much money on their hands they can afford to ignore that the country’s on fire.”

“That sounds dreadful,” you giggled at his deadpan, agreeing wholeheartedly.

“It’s not all bad. At least I get to dress myself in whatever I want,” your optimism cut short when you accidentally gestured to the ivory nightshirt Adrian had leant you, “or… most of the time.”

He hadn’t exactly been paying attention to what you were wearing when you arrived, your dress too ripped and muddied to see any of its craftsmanship. But still, knowing you most likely made that dress yourself brought a small pang of guilt to remember cutting it to pieces, even if he had reason to.

“Right. Sorry about that.”

You shrugged, “Eh, it’s alright. There was no saving it. Besides, I can make a new one when I get back home.”

An idea so perfect came to mind it’s a wonder Adrian hadn’t thought of it earlier, “What if you could make one here?”

“Can I?” Your voice betrays the cautious excitement behind it, instantly assuring him this idea was the right one.

He risked a small smile while he talked, “Of course. I’ll have to go into town to pick up some supplies anyways. Would you be able to make a list of everything you’d need?”

A blush sparked to life on your face, “Maybe? But I don’t think—“

Truthfully he

“You’ll be here for a while by any means, so it might be best to pick up extra fabric and thread just in case. A dozen or so yards should be more than enough. I wouldn’t want you growing bored—“

“—A dozen yards!?” You cried before any common sense could stop you.

“Is there something wrong?” He seemed unfazed by the little outburst, a finger tapping against his cupid’s bow while he contemplated the logistics of his plan.

Resting your head in your palm, you gave a laboured sigh at your host’s enthusiasm, “Fabric is expensive these days, Adrian, even if you live in a castle. Because of the hordes, there aren’t many people alive to make and sell fabrics themselves, plus, merchants rightfully avoid this country like the plague. You’d be lucky if you found one or two yards of decent quality, and that’s pushing it.”

He didn’t appear the slightest bit discouraged, only mumbling some affirmation loud enough to know he’d heard what you said, and was choosing to ignore it.

“Don’t be so difficult. Money is no object, I’m sure to find what you need.”

The two of you were at a standstill. Adrian clearly wasn’t budging no matter how reasonable your argument, and it left you frustrated beyond belief.

“…Fine,” you said through gritted teeth. It’s evident you couldn’t stop him from doing this favor for you, and instead of telling him just how much the gesture warmed your chest, instead you averted your gaze and muttered, “If you’re going to do this anyway, you can just go to my house.”

“What…” It seemed you managed to pull him away from his train of thought, stuttering the syllables of your name while a blush sputtered onto his temples, “What are you doing?”

Without explanation you craned your arm down into the neck of your loaned shirt, ignoring both the ache it caused your shoulder and the look Adrian gave you as if you were insane. Cupping one hand around your breast, you dug between the bindings and your flesh until the texture of warm metal brushed your hand.

You dug the key out from your bra with a triumphant smile and revealed your house key in the light like buried treasure, amused to no end by Adrian’s look of sheer dumbfoundment.

“Catch.” You allowed yourself to laugh after tossing it towards Adrian, the key fumbling between his fingers before he could snag it from the air, blush worsening, if that was even possible.

He stared at the still-warm key in his hand with such thinly-veiled embarrassment you almost felt bad for hiding it there. Almost.

“You’re… awfully trusting, aren’t you? Allowing a stranger to come into your home without you there?”

To be honest, you considered it, yes. While Adrian seemed perfectly polite and leagues above most men in terms of courtesy, he was still a stranger in essence. And yet, “Why not? You’re letting me do the same.”

He frowned, as if expecting such a response. “There is nothing stopping me from ransacking your home while you’re here in bed—with a broken ankle, might I add.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Adrian. I mean, you live in a castle. It’s not like I have anything worth stealing, unless you’re fresh out of crooked needles and dust-mites.”

With his frown evening out, you continued, “I live along the main road, so my house won’t be hard to find. Just keep on the main road east through town until you reach some sheep farms. I live across from one. You’ll know which one’s mine ‘cause I left some dyed fabric out to dry on the wire.”

“…Fine,” he sighed, absentmindedly thumbing over the key, “I’ll leave for Arges tomorrow. Let’s hope none of your neighbors mistake me for a common thief.”

You nodded wisely, “They might sick their flock on you.”

Adrian smiled, no teeth showing, but it reached his eyes and somehow made his whole complexion softer.

“That’s a fight I might not win.”

The two of you broke into giggles, filling the hazy morning air with a comfortable warmth that somehow managed to distract you from both your swollen ankle and the memories of last night that nipped at your heels. You reasoned that the sensation had everything to do with the banquet of food Adrian had presented quite literally on a silver platter, and definitely not because of the company that came with it.

@silentwhispofhope@red-riding@rebloggedfanficoffandoms

—PULLING TEETH

—ch.1—ch.2

summary: after barely escaping death at the jaws of a night creature, you find sanctuary in a dreary old castle seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and unknowingly land yourself in the care of a being you couldn’t have ever expected to take pity on a human like you.

w/c: 4369

tags: slow burn, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, sickfic,

notes: i haven’t finished the third chapter of bne because WOW kurogiri you are hard to write man. in the meantime here’s this thing i wrote while i was at a hotel in yellowstone like two weeks ago.

You hadn’t ever put much faith in scripture when you were younger, much to the dismay of the pulpit and preachers in your hometown, you’re sure. But even you knew a truly biblical storm when you saw one.

The rain had soaked your clothes straight to the bone, the tense grit of your teeth all that kept them from chattering. It was painful to run through the cold even without clawing hooks of branches littered in your path; each finger, limb and joint frozen stiff yet forced by will alone to keep moving at the same breakneck pace through almost utter darkness.

Your stomach lurched as the ground was suddenly pulled away from under you, falling face-first into the wet dirt and leaves of the forest floor, lightning revealing the toe of your boot caught under a gnarled tree root. Without wasting a second you tried yanking your leg free to no avail, the salt of your tears indistinguishable from the ocean of rain weighing you to the ground.

It was then you heard it again, far closer this time. A guttural, whining howl that carried like the wind sent a newfound vigor into your thrashing. Sheer panic was all that gave you the strength to wrench your foot free from its hold, a sickening pop within your flesh clearly audible even through the roar of rain sending a shooting pain up your leg. Your mouth opened wide to scream but nothing could escape.

A part of you didn’t want to get up, couldn’t summon any second wind to keep running. By this point all it felt like was delaying the inevitable. You’d gone through so much only to die here…

But as soon as your eyelids fluttered shut the memory of what was chasing you flashed behind them, now wide open as you clawed your way onto your feet. The utterly hollow sockets unmoving in its cracked open skull, the leathery skin of its face peeled back to the bone showing off it’s rows and rows of teeth. God, the teeth. Flat, herbivorous molars guarded by pointed canines and concave, antler-like incisors that littered the roof of its mouth, with tusklike fangs almost glowing under spare moonlight and carved from the sharpest yellowed ivory.

When Dracula’s hoards began sweeping through the lands of Wallachia you’d seen first hand the slaughter that followed, but never before had you seen a night creature that liked to play with it’s food.

The storm had robbed you of your senses, the downpour feeling as if you were being held beneath the ocean; rout screaming through the trees, making your eardrums ache despite the palms pressed firmly against your ears. Adrenaline pumped so thickly through your veins that you couldn’t feel the pain you’re sure should’ve been coiling around your ankle, instead there was only a numbing panic that swallowed up any thought or feeling that didn’t keep you moving forward.

All at once you felt gravity betray you, the ground turning to a sheer drop as your back was met what must’ve been hard stone; jagged outcroppings of rock carving cuts alone your spine and shoulder blades. Luckily your hands were already shielding the sides of your face, saving you from any permanent damage, but the same couldn’t be said of your body. Freshly splitting gashes dug like rivulets down your legs and stomach, a long cut up the side of your arm that snagged on a pointed outcrop of the hill. For a horrified second you weren’t sure just how far this drop would go.

Thankfully not far, it seemed. Just as the thought took root your crumpled form made contact with silken grass, catching you almost tenderly after your fall. Bleeding, trembling hands slowly released themselves off your head, eyes uselessly trying to adjust to the dark through the warm blur of your tears.

At that moment a clap of lightning ripped itself through the black canvas of the atmosphere, illuminating the unmistakable silhouette of a monstrously imposing castle.

In the midst of panic you hadn’t spared a single thought as to who the castle might belong to or the very likely possibility that whatever baron or lord had taken up residence inside might actually prove more dangerous than the night creature itself. You weren’t even able to see it, not after the lightning passed and the towering structure flickered back into the darkness that surrounded you. The thunder that followed shook the ground and grassy stems you clung to; finally chasing you off the earth and sending you stumbling forward once again, only this time in the vague direction of a castle.

You almost slipped when the footing beneath you turned from wet dirt to slick stone but you managed to catch yourself before falling this time. Half walking, half crawling, you made your way up that waterfall of a staircase to the doorway which stretched above you so high you couldn’t see where they ended and the night sky began.

You practically threw yourself onto the doors once you reached the front gate, the broad archway unyielding as you banged your fist on the hardwood. The voice that escaped your lips didn’t sound like your own— far too high-pitched and shrill but it would have to manage as you screamed till your throat stung for anyone inside to open the doors that barely budged under your relentless shoving.

The stone beneath you was slick with water, making it impossible to get the foothold you normally needed to push the doors open, each failed attempt and unheard plea only making you feel all the more powerless, yet still your bloodied fists beat against the irreverent doorway.

You heard it then, the carnal, delighted howling of the beast stalking you. Whipping around, even through the darkness you could see the creature’s blue sockets alight with whatever magic that sustained it. Two beacons of azure light in the middle of a torrential rain from the other side of the clearing, quickly getting closer.

With a manic strength you didn’t know laid dormant you tried your damndest to shove it open, frantic looks behind you only proving what you already knew. It was almost on you, so close that you could start to hear its ragged breathing over the rain.

In one last, desperate bid for life, you took a running start and shouldered a crash into the unyielding door, the massive entryway budging open just far enough to throw yourself inside.

You were far too delirious to properly take in your surroundings, the entire room a dizzying mess of lavish and muddied colors. Instead, with the door closing behind you like a lock, leaving you utterly exhausted, you collapsed onto the floor.

There you lay, bloodied, broken, and sporting a new dislocated shoulder on what felt like carpet, the sensation almost enough to make you vomit. You were probably in more pain than you’d ever felt in your entire lifetime but all you wanted to do was cry with hysteric joy at escaping that monster and its teeth. You were safe.

You weren’t spared even a single moment to breathe before the night creature slammed itself into the towering iron doors, dislodging its weight but not by enough to pull its lumbering body through the doorway yet.

Like before, you tried to get up, tried to keep running, but with a fresh horror you realized you couldn’t summon your body to move save for a few twitching limbs, blood loss finally taking its toll. The carpet beneath you began to stain a far darker red under your half-dead form, but still you remained aware of each painful second, each slam of the monster’s body on the doorway budging open more than the last.

One wiry hand clawed itself from between the door’s gap, the sound of its claws scraping against its surface was like nails on a chalkboard as it pulled its hulking, gnashing appendages through the doorway. As the shrill noise carved its way into your eardrums, you finally went limp. Not unconscious, but loose as a rag doll and without an ounce of resistance left to give, finally resigning yourself to the fate you’d fought so hard against. With weary eyes beginning to grow heavy, your final thoughts were of wondering if maybe the universe is at least kind enough to let you bleed out before the creature finished dragging itself inside the castle to finish you off.

The last thing you saw before blacking out was a pale figure with golden hair; and as you let your eyes shut, the shrill scream of the night creature carved itself into your eardrums, following you down into blissful unconsciousness.

Alucard was having a hard time admitting to himself just how dreary he found the book he was reading. It was an old thing he’d loved when he was a teenager, and the pages were still yellowed and dogeared in those same places he had indented what felt like only yesterday. Those memories of his “before” were still painfully clear, so vivid he swears he could sometimes catch a glimpse of his mother’s smiling face as she stood in the doorway and Adrian wondered if this was in part what drove his father mad. The fact that waiting would in fact not heal his wounds, but keep them open and festering as he stood the test of time.

Every adventure that used to keep him up until the early hours of the morning, reading with rapt attention by dying candlelight, now seemed dull in comparison to his own plights that transpired only a few months ago. Each conversation between the characters felt so bland, taunting him with their sham of a life, reminding him all too well that they were just ink on paper. He had been staring at the words for so long, his brain had tricked itself into believing they were spelled incorrectly.

Alucard snapped the book shut, pinching the bridge of his nose and knocking his head against the back of his chair, lacking the energy or motivation to do much of anything else. Part of him was exhausted, too tired to move. But he knew all too well what awaited him in his nightmares if he was unfortunate enough to finally get some rest.

It was then, as he slumped forward to rest his achingly empty head in his hands, he heard a scream.

His eyes blinked open, the sound, however distant, sent a spasm of adrenaline through his limbs and he’d leapt from his chair, his nails lightly digging into the mahogany as he heard it again. He would’ve simply written off the noise as the wood of an old house settling during a storm if it weren’t for the torment in the muffled cry.

The study he found himself taking residence was in the east wing of the castle, several floors away from the entrance hall, where he swore that the faintest squeak had come from. One disadvantage to only being half-vampire was that his senses weren’t as sharpened as his others. He barely even registered the sound, buried beneath several layers of rubble and carpentry.

Still, he did. And hearing it made him come to a very rational conclusion.

“Goddamnit,” He had shot up out of his seat at the noise like a startled cat but after a moment of distended silence he sighed, resting his weight on the chair’s crest rail, squeezed his temples, and decided, “I really am losing my mind.”

It was bound to happen eventually. It had been almost two months since Sypha and Trevor had gone off on their merry way, leaving him an ancient relic among his own kind. He hadn’t seen another soul since, not counting the various animals or night creatures that stalked through the underbrush near the grounds, though it was debatable whether or not they even had souls.

He’d stopped denying his loneliness weeks ago, around the same time he actually considered sewing a few cloth scraps and spoons together to make doll-like replicas of the two who’d left him behind. The idea might’ve seemed mad to him a couple months ago, but then again, it at least gave him something to do. The boredom was perhaps the worst part, among many others.

But when he heard it again, that high-pitched scream, Alucard stopped to consider if maybe he wasn’t crazy after all.

He was out of the study in an instant, taking long strides down the winding corridors, one hand running along the wooden inlay of the wall beside him. He might’ve not been a full vampire but he still had some measure of his father’s senses, and through the imperceptible rumble of the structure beneath his fingertips, he could feel the most infinitesimal reverberations of something bashing repeatedly against the castle doors.

It almost sounded as if someone was knocking, banging their fists at the doorway, but he quickly squashed the notion as soon as it bloomed in his chest. He couldn’t let himself get his hopes up again, not when the crushing weight of having his optimism dashed was such a tangible fear.

This wasn’t the first time one of the forgemaster’s pets came sniffing around his father’s castle and it wouldn’t be the last, but Adrian was finding it difficult snuffing the small spark of hope that had lit inside him. For a moment he’d let himself wonder if someone instead of something was at the gates for once, some traveller or grave-robber that might’ve relieved him of his endless solitude, however briefly.

He could sense he was getting closer when the sounds of the front doors rattling filled the half-destroyed remnants of the hallways. But just as he’d reached the fourth floor, Adrian found himself almost tripping over his own feet, halting dead in his tracks at the heavy scent of iron in the air.

Human blood— but more than that, uncovered from the deafening curtain of the rain, he heard the wild tremor of a very human heartbeat.

Eyes wide but body still stiff, he was finally snapped out of his daze by the feeling of cold steel, his sword cutting through the air and into the palm of his hand.

With an energy long since missing from his veins, Adrian threw himself down the foyer, his feet not even touching the ground as he dashed through the corridors known to him like the back of his hand, spurned to go faster with each resounding bash of the monster’s claws against the doorway. By the time he’d reached the second floor the smell of blood was almost overpowering, but his steps, or lack thereof, didn’t falter. It wasn’t hunger that drove him, but instead his mother’s and his own will ringing through his ears to at least try to help people.

He willed himself to look away from the grotesque sight on the floor, this was no time for sympathy. Instead he honed his nerve as he leapt from the railings just as the night creature managed to pull itself inside. With one sure stab of his sword he’d split down the middle of its decaying, deer-like snout. From beneath the pulsating mass of reanimated flesh, Alucard could hear the collagen of its frontal lobe audibly snapping and splintering under the weight of his sword.

The shriek it gave as his steel was driven into its inverted head was enough to make his ears sting. Twisting his wrist for good measure, he kicked himself off its flayed head and landed neatly on the stone below. But just when he turned his head to take a step towards the human barely clinging to life, boney talons came whirring through the air straight towards Alucard’s skull. If he had dodged even a few milliseconds later, the creature would’ve carved him cleanly in two, its claws near enough to slice a few unfortunate strands of golden hair.

The dhampir turned narrowed eyes towards the night creature who seemed to be paying no mind to the gaping hole he had made in its head or the pints of tar-like blood that spewed from the laceration, pooling at its feet. Its jaws unhinged like a snake, rows of jagged teeth unfurled before his eyes, and it broke into a running start before moving to swallow him whole.

Drawing his sword arm back, he flung the blade straight down the monster’s throat, its hollow eyes expressionless even as its body contorted in unimaginable pain while his longsword internally sliced open a gash from its throat to its intestines, blackened blood bubbling from its pulled back lips. Alucard took another pitiful look at the figure lying half-dead on the floor, then back to the night creature that still clung to its wretched existence. Even after all he’d seen and been through, he still felt disgusted at the sight of human skin and blood caught between its twitching claws. Loneliness must’ve unhinged him a bit, as the sight made Alucard sure to call his blade back slowly, vengefully, no longer wincing at its last sounds of gurgling anguish.

It was a young woman, skin pale with blood loss and features almost indistinguishable through centimeters of caked on dirt and gore. She was breathing, though barely, covered in heavy, ragged clothes soaked through with rain. Her cuts were an infection waiting to happen and at the sight of them he spared no more time before scooping the human’s limp form into his arms and spiriting them away to his mother’s old medical wing. Her study was a place Adrian would often find himself visiting ever since he was stranded here, perhaps in some masochistic endeavor to feel something other than boredom or guilt.

It helped that it was close to the entryway, and within moments he was throwing open the doorway, supporting his charge so she’d rest them above his thudding heart.

With one hand Alucard swept away the books and pencils that were left scattered on the work table and with the other he gently set the unconcious girl on the bench, turning to rummage around through the drawers that were scattered nearby. He’d need tongs, bandages, disinfectant, and warm water. Luckily a sink sat in the corner, as his mother might’ve used this room for medical purposes eerily alike to his own and had been in need of similar things. As quickly as time would allow he drew a vat of warm water and swiped a rag from its hook, rushing back to his patient’s side with a purpose he hadn’t felt in months. Once he’d gathered the few tools and supplies necessary he settled on first getting them out of those rags, otherwise she was sure to catch hypothermia if she hadn’t already.

He used to be embarrassed about this part of the work, the thought making him scoff as he tossed cut strips of muddied fabric to the side. Alucard was at least thankful that both her bindings had escaped relatively in-tact and he didn’t see reason in stripping them, for this stranger’s sake as much as his own. Any optimism on his patient’s condition was cut short, however, when he looked up along her collarbone, noticing the bulbous indentation beneath their shoulder, bone clearly dislocated from its socket.

How much had they struggled to get here? The thought was enough to unsettle him, all too aware by now of the mountains of corpses who hadn’t managed to escape his father’s hoards; who either hadn’t fought as hard as you or had simply been unlucky. It made him all the more determined to save you, so desperate to clear some of the red from his ledger.

He softly felt his way along your clavicle, touch gentle as if he were apologizing for the pain he was about to cause, before resting his other hand below your shoulder blade and reset the bone with a fleshy pop.

When you had no reaction to the pain other than a fleeting series of twitches on your face he felt his shoulders relax ever so slightly. He’s glad that you were knocked unconscious, if only to spare you any more suffering for the night. You had earned that at least.

It was then the thought of a coma or some long-lasting head trauma came to his mind. But he’d seen one such patient alongside his mother when he was fifteen and he’s sure he’ll never forget the disturbing sound of that man’s heartbeat, no trace of vitality in the constant metronome. There was no such stillness in your chest. Calm from sleep and blood loss, yes, but far from steady, pulsing in defiance at the helplessness of your species.

The more skin revealed to him made the twisting feeling in his gut worsen, counting three deep lacerations along her back and forearms, stomach damn near plummeting when he cut along the seam of your trousers, revealing the swollen, blotchy inflammation of a broken ankle.

As if to make up for the cruelty they were dealt, Alucard was gentle with every inch of bleeding skin as he soaked away the traces of dried blood and soil, wringing it out until the water he’d drawn turned sour and had to be constantly rinsed out. By the time Alucard was finished he’d actually managed to uncover a human being under all that filth, light snores falling from your parted lips. Most of your injuries weren’t severe, bruises assembled into a painting on her ribs to her back, along with dozens of scrapes and surface-level cuts adorning the revealed skin; but nothing that proper disinfectant and bandages couldn’t fix in three or four weeks.

But your ankle was another story entirely. As the night carried on he’d routinely changed the rags he’d left on your inflamed skin, cooling down the swelling well into the evening until his fingertips were pink and sore. The bone near the ankle was still painfully distended, easily reset, but the unconscious sounds of pain that slipped from your parted lips made him almost feel guilty while healing your wounds; as if he was sorry to cause any further pain, even if he knew the sentiment was futile. Thankfully, he found some spare ankle splints in a supply closet nearby, proving that even after death his mother was a far more prepared doctor than he could ever be.

Something he tried to keep firmly at the back of his mind was the exact length of the healing process, one that would leave his charge bedridden for at least four weeks straight, more so if he calculated in the physical therapy afterwards. Either way, the rains had just begun to set in and it was clear that without any carriages or horses to take them into town, he had managed to acquire an unwilling house guest for the foreseeable future.

And Alucard hated himself for the spark of joy that idea lit in his chest.

It was an awful thing to be thankful for, that someone else’s suffering might inadvertently lead to the lessening of his own.

By the time he was finished the sun had already begun to creep above the horizon, the torrential rain weakening into a sunshower as morning light shone through the window onto him and his patient. Despite the sinking guilt at benefiting from his company’s trauma, when he looked at their sleeping face he was hit with the burdening truth that they had lived to see another day because of him. It felt good to help people, not through some violent proxy like how he’d killed his father to save the country, but through saving a single human soul with nothing but his own skills and shaking hands.

Shaking they were; sore and reddened from wringing out the towels he’d laid to cool down your swelling, cloth turning hot almost the second it touched the blistering skin. Once he was certain the bleeding had finally stopped, he’d given you a healthy dose of painkillers that would hopefully numb the inevitable shock when you woke up.

On that note, Alucard thought that perhaps allowing his charge to wake up in a hospital wing, surrounded by scattered, bloody tools amidst the smell of their own gore might not be the best way to calm down someone’s nerves after such an ordeal.

He held you like you were made of glass as he took you from the medical table, resting your sleeping head on his shoulder before leaving the ward behind. There was an abundance of spare bedrooms lining the halls and all he had to do was pick the first one he came across for his new guest. They were still on the first floor and with your ankle so badly damaged it’d be best to keep it that way for the time being.

The room he’d chosen at random seemed fine enough. Pale yellow walls lined with floor-to-ceiling windows gracing him with a view of the sunrise even he couldn’t deny the beauty of. After he’d tucked them into the king sized sheets, however, Alucard found himself at a bit of a stand still.

Should he leave? It’d be best to, wouldn’t it? And yet, after the weeks spent in isolation, Alucard hadn’t realized just how much he missed the simple chorus of another person’s breathing. It was a hypnotic thing that tricked his own pulse into falling in line beside it in tandem. For the first time in days, he was genuinely tired, exhausted from the hours he’d spent trying to bring his patient back from the brink of death.

Across from your bedside, Alucard saw a furnished loveseat practically beckoning him to rest, and he found no reason to deny himself sleep any longer, despite whatever nightmares he might face. Besides, he told himself, it was best to stay in the same room to keep a close eye on your condition, should anything change.

Because when you woke up he’d have more than a few questions to answer, and several of his own to ask.

MASTERLIST

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breaking and entering; —ch.1—ch.2

summary: dabi is on the run from the cops when you just happened to leave your window open.

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loose ends;—ch.1—ch.2—ch.3—ch.4—ch.5

summary: you unknowingly spilled coffee on one of the world’s most notorious criminal masterminds, completely destroying an old book he had just acquired. to apologize, you insist on at least repaying him by lending your copy of the book you’d ruined.

worth the wait

summary: it had become easier over the years to keep your feelings for your boss hidden, but when he assigns you to pose as his date during a mission it suddenly becomes much, much harder.

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the bet

summary: you thought that as a member of the phantom troupe you were supposed to be smarter than this, yet here you were betting against hisoka. everyone knew that hisoka was a master at poker, cards were his weapon after all, but you couldn’t resist wagering one more bet on a drinking game.

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pulling teeth; —ch.1—ch.2

summary: after barely escaping death at the jaws of a night creature, you find sanctuary in a dreary old castle seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and unknowingly land yourself in the care of a being you couldn’t have ever expected to take pity on a human like you.