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rigasworld · 22 days ago

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𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝(𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞) 𝐱 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1/??

Pt.2 Pt.3 - -

Droid playlist here

An: imma refer to everyone as their irl names cause it just feels cringe and weird to call them their gamer tags constantly 😭 so for anyone who doesn’t know:

Grizzy: Nelson

Puffer: Chris

Droid: Jamie

Pezzy: Max

Reader: *Name/Gamertag*

And probably more later on but we’ll see…but I will be using their gamer tags during the podcast section. ALSO, THERE WILL BE NO NSFW ABOUT THESE PEOPLE OR ANY OTHER IRL PEOPLE I END UP WRITING ABOUT (unless they're playing an obvious character in an irl movie,) THESE PEOPLE ARE REAL AND DO NOT CONSET TO BEING DEPICTED THAT WAY, there will be some romantic attributes to the story obviously, like kissing and other dynamics, but everyone needs to understand that these people are real, they're alive they're not made up, yes we can have our little crushes and write our dumb little fanfics about them but making straight up porn about them is so fucking weird. Not just for these people but for other creators as well. RANT OVER, sorry😭

AN #2: fair warning, you’ll know if you’ve read any of my other fics that I always try to keep the character in my fic as reader friendly as possible, that being said this will be a fem reader fic, mainly bc I’m a woman and it’s much more comfortable for me to write female characters, and it’ll also be mentioned in this fic that the reader has long enough hair to be put into an updo, it doesn’t specify how long or thick or any bs like that but I just wanted to let everyone know beforehand. Also it’s mentioned later how reader is absolutely built, so do with that what you will.

You were basically an idol, you were a very very big face in the female bare knuckle fighting scene, you were the John Cena of your sport, and it was amazing.

“Wait so like, okay, how does the fighting thing like actually go?” Max asked as you sat down between him and Jamie. Chris had just gotten through with saying the intro and introducing you. “Like, what do you mean?” you ask back, not getting what he’s asking. “Like, it is like the WWE where you do like flips and jump off the cables n’stuff,” he asked curiously causing you to chuckle a bit. “No no none of that, we get to pick a walkout song and talk with our managers for a full three minutes before actually having to fight, and I do fight in a ring similar to the wrestling ones, but the cables are padded and aren’t elastic or anything and its a hell of a lot smaller,” you explained. “Damn, so it’s like actual fighting,” Nelson chimed in. “What, you thought I was just playing around in there or something?” You raised your eyebrow while Nelson held up his hands in defense. “Nah, that’s not what I meant, I just kinda thought it was like the wrestling matches that Pezzy was talking about, where like some of it’s real but it’s mostly performance,” he stated. “Yeah no, we beat the shit out of each other,” you say with a laugh, lifting your shirt a bit to expose your ribcage where a massive purple and greenish bruise sat, earning a cringing face from everyone in the room. “Holy shit dude,” “yeah I lost my last fight, I got this when she K.O’d me, she threw a hard ass left hook to my face and then as I was falling kneed me in the ribs,” you say pulling your shirt back down. “She got a deduction so I wasn’t all upset but damn, it still hurts like a bitch,” you say with a his as you rub the area through your shirt gently. “Yeah, that looks fucking horrible,” Jamie said with a strained voice. “See that's why I could never do that typa shit, if I were a boxer and my opponent disrespected me like that I’m coming for their fucking family,” he said aggressively, everyone chuckling out loud at his words. “Yeah I mean you kinda know what to expect once you know who you’re up against, this Woman was pretty rough around the edges and known for playing dirty so I kinda expected it,” you admit. “I guess, but damn you have a lot of restraint not getting back up and just crashing out, that’s what I would’ve done, shit,” Chris chimes in. “Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do I was knocked out,” you say defensively. “So did you like go to the hospital or anything afterwards??,” Max asked in a concerned tone. “Technically. I got checked in to my team's doctor and I was advised not to drive myself anywhere for at least two days, that's real, KO’s are no joke,” you said, leaning back into the couch a bit more to get more comfortable.

“Not to like interrupt or anything but like hearing you talk about this is like finally clicking for me, like bro, we dreamed about this when we were kids, this is insane,” Jamie chimed in, he looked kind of nostalgic, which got you thinking more. “Yeah dude I was thinking about that yesterday,” you say as you look at him. “Literally all I talked about was being a boxer or a fighter as a kid and now I’m like actually here getting booked for multiple fights every month, it’s crazy to me,” you agreed with Jamie and he nodded. “And then the same thing with you, you talked so much about becoming a streamer when you were a kid so it’s just like damn, we're like finally here,” you said, the weight of it all setting in. “How far back do y'all even go?” Nelson asked. “I know that y'all were friends when Droid first started streaming, because that's how I met you,” he pointed to you. “But did y'all like actually grow up together or what?” “Pffff, this is my day one dude,” Jamie says casually as he reclines his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “We knew each other when we were still in daycare,” he said as he glanced at you.

“Yeah no me Droid and lived like right down the road from each other,” you say as you adjust yourself between the two guys. “Yeah but like, what age did y’all meet?” Nelson asks.“I think four maybe? Possibly earlier,” you glance over at Jamie and he nods in agreement, “holy shit so y'all like actually grew up together;” Chris said. “Yeah basically, our moms were pretty good friends and I was literally like two houses down from him, so our moms always just kinda put us in the same room while they talked, and we just kinda figured shit out,” you say as you laugh a bit. Jamie laughs too, swallowing his drink so he doesn’t choke on it. “Yeah, bro I remember her mom just came over one day and I saw *gamertag* and I was like ‘what the fuck’,” everyone started laughing, with Max chiming in. “I’m just like imagining baby you,” he says as he points to you, “and baby Droid just like staring at each other,” he says with a laugh. “No cause that’s literally how it was!” You exclaim. “After that, we were just over at each other's house all the time until we were like 12,” Jamie said as everyone’s laughter died down. Chris chuckled a bit, “So what, y'all just stopped hanging out after you turned 12?” he said, everyone laughing a bit more before you responded. “No, I mean like, we started hanging around each other independently, like we wouldn’t just see each other at our mom's house, we’d like be cool around each other in school and stuff,” you say, sipping your energy drink before setting it down again. “Yeah, we met like…maybe a year before going to preschool?, so we knew each other before we even started being social with other kids,” Jamie looks at you to confirm before continuing. “And we didn’t really talk like, at all outside of our moms houses, and then when we got to middle school, everything and everyone just turned akward as hell so we just kinda became better friends because it was like a fucking free for all,” you laugh out, “yeah man middle school was a fucking joke, we were so insanely chopped too, like brother what the fuck were we doing,” you sigh out dramatically as the images of middle school you pop up through your mind like flash bangs. “Yeah fucking right bro, we were nerds in middle school,” Jamie says as he runs his hands over his face, the same thing likely happening to him. “I think that’s the universal experience for everyone,” Max chimes in. “I mean hell, I know I was awkward as fuck in middle school,” he looks over at Nelson. “Oh yeah for sure, middle school was almost my 13th reason, and high school… I just hated school bro,” then everyone simultaneously looked over to Chris, causing everyone to laugh and Chris to look a bit caught off guard. “I don’t know why y'all are looking at me, middle school wasn’t even that bad for me,” he says causing us to laugh some more. The silence after everyone settled down was interrupted by a ding from your phone. You quickly take your phone out to look at it, the familiar ringtone exciting you. “Wowww, okay we see how it is,” Jamie jokes as he looks at you with a fake judgmental look. You chuckled, “Sorry, Sorry, it’s my manager's ringtone I have to check it,” you say apologetically, reading over the text before pausing and looking at everyone in the room. “Cut this if you want but,” you gesture to the camera.

“Y'all wanna go to Vegas?” you ask out of the blue. “What?” Everyone says in unison, causing you to pause and smile a bit before continuing. “I just got booked for a fight in Vegas, and my big boss always allows me to fly out a few people, something about ‘good publicity’ and stuff, are y'all down?” you ask around the room as you look at everyone. “Can’t, I’ve got that trip I’ve been planning, imma be gone for like two weeks with Megan,” “Oh sorry, I forgot about that,” you say apologetically, but Chris just waves his hand dismissively. “Nah don’t apologize you’re good,” Jamie just looks at Max and Nelson, he leaned forward dramatically causing everyone to laugh at the expression on his face. “Y'all are we going to Vegas??,” he asks Max and Nelson in a weary tone, as if he’s trying not to get too excited. Max looks at everyone, and so does Nelson, as if they’re contemplating. Jamie already knew the gist of what was going on, you’d flown him out to Florida, Cali, and all the fun places multiple times to come watch you back when his schedule was a bit more lenient, but now that he’s grown so much the trips became less and less. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, you were happy he’d gotten the proper hype he deserved, but now was an awesome opportunity to finally take not just him, but everyone out on a big trip. “I mean I’m going to Vegas no matter what, it’s up to y’all whether y’all come with me or not,” you say as you put your hands up, making sure they know that it’s all just up to them. “Wait like we’re going to get a free flight out to Vegas?” Nelson asks in a high-pitched tone, leaning forward in his chair also. “Wait free flights?!,” Max turns around swiftly to look at you.“Yeah bro what part of ‘fly you out’ means you’ll have to pay for your tickets??,” you say in an obvious tone as you look at Max. “And your managers like okay with this?? They just let you do this??,” he asks bewildered. “Yeah I tend to go out in public more and do more shit that gets me good publicity so Davi just told me I can bring people with me to my fights, I’ve just gotta let him know in advance, and I’m sure he’d love it even more cause you’re all pretty big creators so it’s even better,” you say as you pull up the message again, just to make sure you were correct. “Shit, I mean I’m down for Vegas,” Jamie says as he looks over to the other two guys. “Hell yeah dude let’s go to Vegas,” Max agreed, Nelson chiming in as well, “Fuck it, guess we’re going to Vegas,” he said, sealing the trip. “Alright then, I’ll text my manager, we’ll probably fly out in three days,” you checked with them to make sure that worked for them, and thankfully it did. You were excited now, they’d all finally get to experience what your job was. You knew what their jobs were like, having fun with friends and playing video games, but now it was their turn. They’d finally get to stay in the nice hotels and see you in the big arena and not just on the TV. You were pumped. “Man, you’ll all love Davi so much, and you’ll get to see the rest of my team,” you said excitedly as you rubbed your hands together. “Davi’s your manager right,” Chris asks. “Yeah, he’s more like family, think of the fun uncle you only see on holidays, that’s Davi,” You described him to the best of your ability.

“It all goes back to Vegas,” Chris said after everything died down, causing you and Max to laugh, and the other guys to chuckle. “Vegas this, Pokémon that, we’ve got like three main topics that it always circles back to,” Nelson said as he grabbed his drink. “What’s the third then?” Chris asked. “Gsupps, use code Cloo at checkout,” Nelson said smoothly as he looked and pointed to the camera smugly, causing Chris, Jamie, and Max to burst out in laughter. “Now this has me thinking, is what it’s like to be a woman?” Everyone is giving Jamie an odd look because of his question. “Oh wait you mean like-,” Nelson begins before laughing his ass off and composing himself after a few seconds of wheezing laughter. “You mean like getting flown out and stuff, is that what you mean?” he finished his previous thought as he tried to catch his breath. This caused you and Max to start laughing as well as it clicked on what Jamie meant. “I mean yeah bro think about it! Hot girls get flown out for free to fancy places all the time! That’s us right now!” he exclaimed, trying to reason with everyone. “Dude, I’ve flown you out to so many places, why is this just now popping into your head??,” you ask Jamie as you laugh, he just smiles back at you. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just because it’s like all of us going together?, I feel like a groupie,” he shrugs, not knowing his reasoning. “Wait, Droid, you’ve gone to Vegas with *Gamer Tag* before?” Chris asks. “Well no, not Vegas, but yeah I used to travel with her all the time,” he admits as Max turns to face Chris. “Yeah, bro remember like three years ago when he was gone for a week like every other month?” he says raising an eyebrow. “That whole time you were traveling with *Gamer Tag*!?,” Nelson exclaims. “Yeah boy, *Gamer Tag* was flying me out damn near everywhere for front row seats, the only time I didn’t go with her was international fights or big tournaments,” Jamie says as he brings an arm over your shoulder and shakes you gently, as if to hype you up. “Yeah, I made Droid my water boy,” “Okay buddy,” Jamie takes his hand away swiftly and puts on an act of distancing himself from you as a joke, causing everyone to laugh again. “Waterboy is crazy,” Max says as he leans backwards.

You leaned back into the sofa too, the conversation flowing between everyone and your mind drifting off a bit, already thinking about Vegas, this was going to be a damn good trip…

The cameras have stopped rolling and the episode was wrapped up. Chris left shortly after saying bye to everyone to pack for his trip with Megan. You waved and told him to tell Megan you said hi, and then he was off. Now everyone was just relaxing in the studio, mostly lining out the details of the trip. “How long are we gonna stay do you think?” Jamie asked, he knew that it usually varied from time to time how long you'd end up staying wherever you were booked. “Uhh, this trip is going to probably be like five days, the first two days will be kinda just for fun, and then on the third day is my weigh-in day and the fourth is my fight, and then the fifth day will be a half day and that's when we'll fly back,” you explain to them all. “This is going to be so fucking cool dude, I've only ever seen you fight on TV, now I get to see it IRL,” Max says happily. “Yeah it’s definitely a lot more fun being there in person, plus our announcers are pretty funny too,” you say with a smile. “What are we going to do on the first two days then?” Nelson asks. “Well I was thinking we’d go to the Casinos or something, maybe go sightseeing and explore a bit, just get comfortable and stuff,” everyone nods in agreement. “We could hit up a few bars or something, maybe find a good club, y'all can find wherever y'all wanna go and I’ll follow, I haven’t been to Vegas as many times as y'all have,” you said as you looked at them. “Nah, that’s mean, we won’t make you go to bars,” Jamie said, dismissing your offer. “What? What’s wrong with bars?” Max asked. “Dude she doesn’t drink,” Nelson pointed out to him. “You don’t drink??,” he says as he dramatically turns to face you. “Dude I’ve been to multiple parties with everyone and I never drink at all, do you just not pay attention?” you ask with a laugh. “I mean I guess not, damn, I never knew that,” he said as he turned back to look at Nelson as he laughed too. “How did I pick up on that before you did,” he says with a chuckle. “I don’t know man, maybe I’m just not that aware of my surroundings at parties,” Max shrugs. “Nah but we can still go to bars and stuff, I still have fun while I’m there,” you assured them. “We’ll figure something out,” Jamie says leisurely, everyone agreeing. “Do you just not drink because you don’t like alcohol or what?” Nelson asked. “Yeah I’ve never been a big fan of it in the first place, and I also have to stay in a certain weight bracket at all times so alcohol has never been worth it to me because it tastes bad and I gain a lot of weight by drinking too,” you explain to him. “Ahhh ok, I knew you didn’t drink but I never actually asked you why,” he nodded. “There’s so much sugar and bad stuff in alcoholic drinks, and it doesn’t even taste that good to me, so I’d rather cheat with like actual candy or good food rather than Alcohol,” he say, Nelson nodding with you. “Yeah I understand that,” Jamie’s arm was still planted behind you on the couch from before, the movement as natural for him as breathing. “I’m sure we could find some other fun places besides bars and clubs, I mean it’s Vegas, there’s gonna be other things you do,” he points out. “Yeah you’re right, I’ll start looking stuff up, and we’ll all get seats together on the plane so we can talk about it,” you say, not stressing about where y'all were going to go. “To be honest, it’ll probably be a lot easier to go places and do things cause we won’t have a part of forty people or something,” Max says. “Oh absolutely, we can literally go anywhere, with a lot less of a wait time, we’ll actually get to explore Vegas this time, not just wait around for everyone to be ready and n’stuff,” Jamie says as he chuckles a bit.

The conversation continues as you all work out the details of the trip, ending up with everyone getting their private room all in the same hall, and everyone getting first-class tickets straight to Vegas. You were all ecstatic, such a vacation out of the blue felt like Christmas in July. You truly believed it was going to be amazing.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you got in Jamie’s car, since he was the one who drove you here in the first place. He started up the car as you relaxed back into the nice leather seats as the music hummed softly through the aged speakers. Not a luxurious car, but a nice one, and one with character, you loved his car. It was silent for a bit, a comfortable silence obviously, everything you felt in Jamie’s presence could only be described as having all the characteristics of ‘Home’ plastered all over it. Both your mom and your dad were happily retired, off traveling and having the fun retirement they so badly deserved, so Jamie was the only Kin you had close to you, him and his family of course. With your parents off on some trip in Europe, or somewhere foreign, it was always nice to have a familiar face from your past be with you, it was just nice to have Jamie around in general.

Five minutes of calm silence are abruptly interrupted by Jamie’s Voice. “You’re sure you’re okay with all of us going?” he asked wearily. You raised your brow and glanced at him oddly. “Yeah man, why wouldn’t I be?” you're face looks puzzled. “I don’t know, don’t get me wrong I’ve always loved traveling with you but I kinda felt like I was always being greedy I guess,” he admits softly, his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. “I get where you’re coming from but you don’t need to feel like that, my boss pays for these trips for me and whoever I bring along, so really all the moneys coming outta his pocket, so you don’t hafta’ worry about me,” you said with a smile as you nudged his shoulder, earning a grin from him as well. “I guess, but you’ve at least gotta let me pay you back a bit in Vegas,” he said trying to compromise. “I won’t stop you from getting me a gift or two I just need you to know that this round trip is costing me nothing,” you said jokingly, smiling as you knew you’d successfully lightened the mood. The comfortable silence filled the car again, and you just sat against the seats warm leather and gazed at Jamie.

You didn’t really know what you were feeling. Of course, you loved Jamie; you’ve known him your whole life. You grew up in his house, and he grew up in yours. Your lives are so endlessly tangled together to the point where it’s hard to decipher who’s more intertwined with who. His mom bakes you your birthday cakes, she’s done that ever since you can remember, and if Jamie’s not home his dad will drop by and ask you to dog sit Jax’s. You talked with his sister about all the embarrassing stories about him, as if you weren’t there for all of them. You stay over at his house whenever he’s away, watching Oso and keeping an eye on his house, sleeping in his bed, and showering in his shower while he’s gone. Jamie checks your mail for you and brings you takeout whenever he gets it for himself. He goes on grocery runs for you whenever you’re sick and stays the night at your house when you’re not on top of your game because he knows you hate being alone. But it runs so so much deeper than that. Your lives are so mangled together that you both bleed into the small crevices of each other's daily routine. He always sits next to you, no matter what, and no matter where, his arm is always resting on the back of your chair, or over your shoulders. When he passes you his hand weaves its way to the small of your back, not even just when it’s ‘necessary’ but just out of habit sometimes. He always walks you to your door, you never get to open any of your doors when you’re around him or pull out any of your chairs. He always asks you to fix his hair because he ‘likes the way you do it’. Anytime he goes anywhere on a trip he brings you back at least three trinkets or gifts, because he was just ‘thinking of you’ while he was gone. He likes for you to sleep over during thunderstorms because he likes to be safe and know that you’re safe too. You go to doctors' visits with him, more like drag him to the doctors, just because he knows that if he doesn’t know something about himself, you do.

All of it blurs so much that you’ve somewhat completely forgotten how to think traditionally, or maybe you just never knew how to in the first place. Boyfriend? What? No, you’ve got Jamie. But, Jamie’s not your boyfriend, and you’re not his girlfriend. You and Jamie are NOT together, but neither of you ever really talk about getting into relationships either. What do you need a boyfriend for? You have Jamie, he knows every single little thing about you, from basic things like your favorite color, and what movies you like, to the mundane things like how you like your eggs cooked in the morning, and that you most likely get sick around certain times of the month. That didn’t mean that you didn’t recognize that you were attracted to Jamie, oh you were. His hair was always so handsome to you, you loved how he kept it semi-long, and you loved how funny he was. He was your type, or maybe your type was just Jamie, your type was anyone who resembled him the closest.

But it’s was the fear that kept you from taking that next step. It was such a blessing to have someone as caring and loving as Jamie in your life, but it was also scary. What if he didn’t feel the same way at all and just loved you like a sister, what if you screwed it all up? The draw back of having someone so intangled in your very person, nearly as much as you were in theirs, was just that. If something went wrong and things got awkward, how would you even survive without him. You’ve known the warmth of his bed and the comfort of his grip late at night with the rain pouring down like rapids outside the window just a few feet from you. And you’ve known the smell of his kitchen the very next morning when he insists on cooking you breakfast. What would you do if you lost it all? You couldn’t even think about it, so you don’t, you just comfortably bask in the blurriness of the line defining what you two were to each other.

His car rolled to a stop, and he shifted the gear into park, swiftly getting out and jogging to the passenger side door. You’d just learned to not even attempt to open your door, you were often met with it being closed back in your face or you being playfully shoved back into the car just so Jamie could close the door and re-open it for you, some battles you’ve learned to submit in. He opened your door and extended you a hand because the curb was quite steep. After helping you out he walked you up to your door, his shoulder rubbing with yours as you both walked the paved path, his hand finding your lower back again. You pull your keys out and Jamie simply places a chaste kiss to your temple where he stands next to you, taking his hand away from the small of your back and heading back to his car. “Goodnight, *Name*, see you tomorrow,” he said as he got further from you, your keys unlocking your door. Of course you’d see him tomorrow, you saw him every day. “Night Jamie!,” you say loudly as he was already back to his car and you stepped into your house.

In an odd way, you hoped this never changed.

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rigasworld · 26 days ago

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Would yall read a droid x reader or a Pezzy x reader fic if I wrote one? (NOT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, FREAKS)

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rigasworld · 27 days ago

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Alucard x reader

Part.5

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

An: this is kind of just head cannons mixed in with a bit of detailed stories on how your domestic life is now that you live with Alucard as his lover, enjoy!!

Tags/warnings: nudity, NSFW!!, and just talk abt sexual content in general

SFW:

Alucard kept every promise he made to you, one of your favorite promises, was the one where he swore you’d be nourished for the rest of your days. It was never often you woke up alone, Alucard usually right by your side and cradling you in his arms as if he were making sure you were still there. But on the off chance you rose in the morning in the velvet fitted bed and thick cloth comforter alone, it was mere seconds before Alucard was by your side. He always held a plate with beautiful fruits and fine cheeses paired with even finer wine. It always put a smile on your face, and you believe that was the sole reason it seems that your plate was fitted with more and more extravagant foods and exotic juices, wines, cheeses and even bread.

“You left me again,” you say in a fake pout as you take a bit of cheese off of the plate Alucard was holding. “I know love, I’m sorry, i just want to make sure you had your breakfast,” he kissed the top of your head gently as he picked you up with one of his arms, balancing the tray in his other hand. He maneuvered you to sit in his lap, holding your tray for you as you relaxed into him. Your head laid back onto his chest as you ate a few pomegranate seeds, “You’re far too good for me,” you say out absentmindedly as you chew. He gripped your waist gently and kissed the side of your jaw. “You know I hate when you talk like that,” he says softly. “You’re all i could’ve ever dreamed about and more, I’m just treating you to the bare minimum,” he popped a grape in his mouth and kissed you passionately, feeding you the fruit as he continued to worship you.

Alucard never realized how little he truly did in his vast castle besides read and occasionally wander around the large halls. So he picked up a few hobbies, ones that started out as you getting him more active and lively, but blossomed into activities he looked forward to, simply because he was just finding more and more ways to gift things to you. One of his favorites was baking and cooking. He had picked up books on how to make good food, which he never bothered to do for himself. But now thanks to your persistence, you and him both were eating delicious savory pastas and beautifully cooked meats paired with beautiful deserts and sweets. You loved to do these activities with him, baking usually ending up with flour on both of your noses where you’d both decided to play coy and smudge in on each other’s faces. If it was a particularly rowdy day then flower ended up covering the kitchen as well as Alucard’s clothes. You had really made him a creature of domesticity.

“You sly devil,” Alucard laughed out as he got some flour on his thumb and smudged it on your cheek, paying you back for pinching the bridge of his nose with flour clad fingertips. “Wait! Wait!,” but before you could stop him there was a large patch of flour on your cheek. You scoffed out as you brushed your cheek off. “Oh you’re in for it now,” you say slyly as you jump him, the night fading with the kitchen full of your laughter combined with his, your bodies completely covered in flour by the morning.

He had really gotten the knack for traveling with the castle ever since you decided to stay. The castle never stayed put for over 2 months, he just had to show you all of the beautiful places you were missing out on. First he showed you the snow, which was definitely a first for you, but a good one. He bundled you up in clothes he’d bought for you, basic necessities besides dresses, stuff he didn’t want you to waste your precious time on. Second, he showed you the rainy forests, the places that seemed to rain all day everyday, not matter what. You absolutely loved it, you loved the rain already, and now it was happening all the time? This was paradise! And last but definitely not least, he loved to show you the beaches. They were places of vast shores of sand and loud crashing waves and hot sun. You loved them too. The water was different than what you were used to, very salty, but the water held treasures you couldn’t even begin to dream about.

You rushed up to him, holding a massive gemstone, at least the size of your palm in your hand. “Look! Look! This water bares much bigger gifts!!” You state happily as you rush to Alucard who was sitting atop a tall rock, just watching you play in the water. He examined the stone thoroughly before setting it in your ever growing pile of riches. His eyebrow twinged a bit in jealousy. “Seems like the waters giving me some competition I suppose,” he states childishly as you laugh at his ridiculous response.

You had unintentionally learned his real name, or rather his birth given name. It wasn’t like you had eavesdropped or snooped, it simply just came to you.

You sat in the water of a large natural hot spring with Alucard, resting in his lap as you played with his hair. The wind was rather strong tonight, seemingly playing with your hair and casting cold breezes into your face, making you laugh. You talked with Alucard, wanting to learn as much about him as possible. “So your father’s name was Dracula…,” you asked skeptically. “Correct,” he brushed your hair as he answered you casually. “And your name is Alucard…,” you say as if piecing the puzzle together. He chuckled, looking down at you. “Not entirely, but that’s what I named myself, I am the complete opposite of my father…” his words trail off as the wind picks up and begins to whip past your ears, a voice beginning to form. A woman, a beautiful golden laced voice full of maternal comfort. “Adrian,” it whispered into your ear. You shot up and looked at Alucard, his brow perking up a bit, he clearly didn’t hear the breeze speak like you did. “Adrian,” you whisper out, as if testing the waters. His eyes immediately widen, earning a bewildered chuckle from him. “What did you say?” He asks you, as if not believing your words. You laugh and clap you hands a bit. “That’s it! That’s your name isn’t it!” You say excitedly. He scoffed in disbelief and immediately pulled you closer to his body in a hug. “I don’t know how your magic works love but one day I reckon you’ll give me a heart attack,” he says jokingly, both of you laughing together in the warm water.

Among the plethora of hobbies he’d picked up thanks to you, he had gotten real interested in painting. He had done it as a child but not for very long, so it felt nice to revisit his past, and he saw it as a metaphor. Life had calmed again, he could be free like when he was a kid. Except his mother and father were gone, which created a horrible emptiness inside him, one that you filled entirely. Once he started painting, he practiced with flowers and fruit bowls, he was particularly interested in still life. He picked it up incredibly quickly, and was enjoying himself quite a lot, and then it clicked, he could paint the one thing he loved most. You. When he started out it wasn’t the greatest, but it was better than most could do. With practice he excelled, which in turn led to his castle halls being plastered in your face and figure. If someone were to enter they’d surely think it was your castle, not his.

“Almost done love?,” you ask aimlessly as you read your book. You were sat on a beautiful loveseat draped in a red silk wrap that tangled with your limbs. Your back laid against the loveseat and you sat naturally, Alucard refused to paint you any other way than how you actually felt like being, he hated painting you when you had to pose uncomfortably, he said the portraits didn’t look like you. “Yes love, not too much longer,” his brush stroked the canvas gently, his eyes glancing back and fourth between the paint and you. He took a long pause glancing at you for far longer than he usually did. You notice his silence, glancing up from your book. “Are you alright?,” you ask curiously as your eyes meet his. He looked awestruck, absolutely taken aback. “What?,” you say as you laugh, smiling up at him. He sat down his brush and walked towards you slowly. “Nothing love, just looking,” he followed his words with a gentle kiss before promptly turning back to his painting.

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Alucard is the biggest munch in the entire world, change my mind. He loves to eat you, sometimes you think he’s a bit of a masochist due to how much he holds out on himself just to stay in between your legs. In the morning he wakes you up with his mouth to your cunt, he kisses you gently and slides his hands around your body under the covers before diving under and having his breakfast. In the evening he brings you to a brand new beautiful landscape before promptly pinning you to the nearest solid object and licking you raw. And at night time he’ll cook you the most delicious meal, paired with the best wine, and whisk you away to the large bath and eat your cut like he was still starving.

“A-Adrian!~,” you moan out, you hadn’t even fully opened your eyes yet, and the feeling of a hot wet mouth latching to your naked sex was all you felt. The early sun shone gently through the tall gothic windows and the velvet curtains, and your shared bedroom filled to the brim with whiney moans from both of you. “I think I’m falling in love again,” he muttered out as he gave you a short brake before returning to your clit, licking gently as you’d just came seconds before. “With me or my cunt?,” you say a bit flustered as you sit up in bed. You were naked, as usual, you were never not naked. You were hot to the touch and your face held a bashful look. Alucard smiled coyly as he slipped down further and bit your thigh gently. “Are you not one and the same?,” his voice lowered as he latched himself onto your clit again. “Damn it Adrian! You’ll be the death of me!~” you yell out as you clench your legs and grip his hair, yet you’d never ever wish for this to change.

Alucard visibly gets more aroused when your stern with him, be a little bit harsh to him and see where it gets you, I guarantee it’s not where you’re expecting. He’s used to you being sweet little you who loves everything and talks to plants and the water, so when you show him a different side of you he can’t help but get incredibly hard, after all now there’s a whole new side of you to love now.

His fangs were grazing your neck, they were prodding rather harshly and it was bothering you. “Adrain…,” you whisper out desperately as he rutted into you from behind. No response . “Adrain please…,” you say a bit louder this time, hoping he’d take the hint as you moved your neck a bit. He took it as an invite, doing the exact opposite of what you wished. His fangs bit harder, almost piercing you. “Alucard!,” you raised your voice as you sat up swiftly, turning around and sitting on top of him and looking down at him in a frustrated expression. You heard a small gasp from him as you held down his wrists with your hands. “That hurts, start listening when I’m pleading with you,” you say firmly. His face was as red as his wine, his eyes wide and his cock throbbing harder in you than ever before. “S-Sorry, love,” he said in an uneasy voice. It clicked in your mind. “Oh? Did I strike a nerve?,” you say slyly as you rock your hips a bit, your arms still holding down his wrists. “I have no idea what you’re on about woman,” he said bashfully as he turned his head away from you. But his pulsing dick told you otherwise.

When it eventually does come to his pleasure, he absolutely loves it when you ride him. He spends the majority of his day pleasing you in everything he does, so when it comes to be his turn, he loves being able to see your face. He loves seeing that he’s still pleasing you while being pleasured, and he loves the fact that it’s so intimate. It’s one of the few positions where he’ll allow you to take full control and treat him to a nice time, because he rarely ever lets you worry about him.

“Holy shit love,” he curses as your hands rest on his abdomen as your ride him, your hips rocking harshly back and forth. “Adrian, relax, this is about you,” you say calmly as you lean down and suck gently on his neck. “What I did to deserve you, I’ll never truly know,” he’d say dramatically as he’d grip your hips, trying to gently guide you and give you pleasure. You’d played this game too many times to know how this would go. He’d grab your hips, praise you like crazy until you’d slow a bit, and then pounce on you and flip the tables to pleasure you, you were not about to let that happen. You swat his hands away, “No touching Adrian, if you touch me, no sex for a week,” he freezes and takes his hands off of you. “Are you trying to kill me?” He’d ask in between moans as you picked up pace and intensity. “No, just trying to make you cum is all,” you’d say with a wicked smile as you gripped his hair harshly and kissed him. He moaned into you, your grip on him doing something to him he didn’t quite know how to put his finger on, but he’d wish for it to never end.

I believe Alucard would actually hate getting blowjobs. To him it seemed dirty, but in a non-sexual way, he didn’t like to see you in that light. He promised you he’d please you, not the other way around. You’re just too special to him for him to ‘use you’ or ‘use your mouth, his morals just wouldn’t let him. Now mutual masturbation…that’s an entirely different story.

You had just ended a steamy make-out session with him, a foreplay both of you favored heavily. You then slowly started to lower down towards his cock, trying to seem provocative as you ran your hands up and down his thighs. Before you even get a taste, he rooted his fingers into the back of your hair and pulled you up gently. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?,” he’d ask you as if he’d caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. “You please me with your mouth all the time, let me return the favor,” you say, trying to keep your sexy demeanor. “Absolutely not my love, you’re far above that,” he’d chastise you and then kiss you gently on the corner of your mouth. “It’s my job to please you and treat you to all the best things in life, and it’s your job to enjoy them, not give it back to me,” he’d continue as he’d slip his hand down between your slick and begin toying with you. “But if you’re just looking to fool around with me that can be arranged,” he said in a lowered voice as he guided your hand to his cock. Your pout suddenly vanished and was replaced with a sly grin as you began to play with him, as he did you. That night you both found out the other was quite stubborn, neither of you wanting to back out first…

PART 5 FINISHED

Thank you all for sticking around until now!!

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Happy birthday Nick, Matt, and Chris‼️

The triplets are some fucking troopers yall😭 like getting doxxed and dealing with stalker shit and still brushing it off and continuing their posts and stuff, like what?? I would’ve become a hermit and fucked off to like Alaska, so props to them for not doing that!

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Sorry yall im going on a bit of a break 🥲 I’ll be back soon tho!!

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Kid x reader

Part.3/??

Pt.1 Pt.2 this fic is currently on hold until I get more motivation to finish it sorryyyy

@lunamoonbby

Tags/warnings: agnst(kinda) nudity, wounds mentioned, foul language, also this is a shorter chapter, sorry everyone 😔

You sat on the floor of the small area on the deck where a step led up to a higher platform. You made sure you weren’t in the way of anyone. Your eyes were tinted pink and you were sniffling a bit, you hurt so bad, your pain was immeasurable. You had splinters all over your back and you were bruised like hell, you had a minor concussion and you were punctured by a few nails. You couldn’t even rest your back against anything because it was in too much pain. You had to fall asleep on your stomach last night, and that arguably hurt worse.

Killer had been the one to pick you up and bring you right back to the medical room. You woke up pretty quickly after passing out, but you were still pretty out of it. Killer was silent in the beginning when he worked on you. He was conflicted. He stood by his captain in everything he did, he’d watched him do much worse than throw someone around a bit, and he had seen much worse injuries on people from Kid. But this just bothered him. Of course he wouldn’t ever speak out against his captain, at least in-front of his crew, but he definitely overreacted.

Killer talked to you a little bit. Asking you what happened, because what he heard sounded like you’d tried to come onto Kid, with the whole ‘I don’t have fun with resources’ bit you had with Kid, but you assured Killer that’s not what it was. You told him what happened and he just nodded, providing no other insight. He carefully removed your splinters, some big and some small, patting them with a bloodied towel every once in a while to keep you clean. It was a bit awkward because he had to take everything off, leaving you bare-chested, but the pain outweighed the shyness you felt.

He sat you up gently after removing all the wood from your back and cleaning you up. He told you what he could figure out, actually grabbing the mirror that started all of this in the first place and helping you see what he was talking about. You had some bone bruising and deep bruises, mainly injuries that would heal with time, quite a bit of time. Killer also had to extract a nail from your forearm. Luckily it was clean and it missed all of the important arteries, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. By the time you were all cleaned up, you were covered in bandages. Your back wrapped with gauze that traveled around your waist all the way up to underneath your breasts. Killer did you the courtesy of gently wrapping your chest up too, since you couldn’t really wear a shirt. That part was even more awkward than just being naked infront of him, you even offered to try and help him but you couldn’t really lift you arms above your chest, much less behind your back to wrap your chest.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, your eyes welling up a bit. Kid was mean to you, really mean, for no reason, and it didn’t feel great. Without a warning Killer pulled the nail out, causing you to hiss out in pain. “Sorry, you were distracted so I took the opportunity,” he said apologetically, grabbing the bloody towel and holding it on the wound white he prepared the ointment and bandages. He was actually a very good doctor, not that it was surprising, but it was nice being taken care of by someone who clearly knew what they were doing. It was nice to be in good hands.

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You sat on the deck, tinkering and fixing your radio as you try and hold back tears. It had been strapped to one of your belt loops that was behind you, and a large part of it was crushed, it felt like doing CPR on a rotting corpse, it was ruined completely. Not to mention the tape inside, thankfully it wasn’t your traveling tape but still, it was by a band you enjoyed, the cassette was completely demolished. A small tear ran down your face and you wiped it quickly, you hated when people saw you cry. You laid down your small screwdriver and gave up, resting your head in your arms as you tried not to focus on the pain in your back and in your heart. The sun was blocked by someone, someone who sat next to where you rested your head. You looked up. Heat.

Your mind seemed to ease as your eyes met. You could tell Heat was loyal to Kid, but his eyes held a kind of sympathy for you that was tainted with distain for who responsible for your pain. You got up, silently, facing Heat. He just opened his arms and you hugged him, not dramatically or with big sobs, but you just let loose. Your muscles un-tensed, when you didn’t even know they were stressing in the first place. He made sure not to squeeze your wounds, but still hold you with comfort. Your out a small sigh and mutter out. “He broke my radio,” you let go of him and sit next to him instead. Heat was the one who got you that radio as a parting gift when you both left your town, making you promise to make memories with it. Now it was ruined. Heat laughed just a bit, not a mocking laugh but one that was just him accepting the fact that the radio was in fact broken. “Yeah, it’s okay though, you still have your tapes, we can get you a new radio when we dock,” Heat says assuringly as he rubs your shoulder gently. “If you want my room tonight you can have it, I’ve got patrol duty tonight anyways so I won’t use it till next morning,” he says, knowing damn well that where you’re sleeping now isn’t fit for someone in your condition. You chuckle a bit, lightening up from your dull mood, “Thanks, I haven’t slept in a while so I’ll probably take you up on that offer,” you say in a sleazy voice. You both laugh and begin to stand up. Heat gets up first offering you a hand to help you get up, but you refuse. “I’m just bruised, not paralyzed,” you joke as you get up yourself, you back and arm screaming at you as you stand up. He just looks at you with that same look he used to have when you’d fall down when you were kids,. You’d pop right back up with tears in your eyes insisting you were fine, and it was clear you were lying.

Suddenly someone calls for Heat, someone asking him for help with raising the sails. He looks at you and pats your shoulder gently, “my room is number 4 on the right side in the sleeping quarters, if you want to lie down. Do me a favor and just take it easy for a while,” he then heads over to help the crew with the massive sails, a few other men walking with him to help everyone else out. You glance down at your shattered radio, sighing as you pick it up. You hold it in your hand for a few seconds, tapping it agains your other hand as if thinking about something. Without another thought you toss the radio to the side on the deck. It landed near some empty crate boxes and miscellaneous trash. Yeah you loved it but there was nothing you could do about it now, and seeing it broke was just pissing you off more. You winced a bit in pain as you tossed it, your shoulder screaming at you as threw it a bit too hard. You hated being like this, you felt weak.

You make your way to the sleeping quarters, or what you thought was the sleeping quarters. You had gone down two flights of stairs, but you were beginning to think that you went a bit too far down. Just when you were about to turn back around and climb the stairs back up, a loud bang followed by machine noises and the screeching of metal being grind down. It caught your attention, this ship had a workshop? Maybe you could fix your radio after all. You walk over to the barely-adjacent big metal door, a warm light pooling out of the room from the tiny crack. You gently push it open, surveying the room to see who was in there. It was absolutely amazing, the walls were lined with a multitude of tools, some sprawled out on the tall workbench. You saw multiple welding machines and two large acetylene torches, the ground scattered with tons of toolboxes and blue construction paper with precise drawings and plans on them. You glance up to who was working in the room, they were in the far left corner so you didn’t see them right away, and it wasn’t someone you wished to see. Kid…

“The hell are you doing here woman,” he said harshly as he stood up, halting his work on what you assumed to be his arm. You didn’t even say anything, you just turned around as swiftly as you could, you wanted nothing to do with him at all, no matter how amazing his workshop room was. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, Kid was faster than someone with a whole body injury. As if your hair was made of metal, his hands gravitated towards your scalp, his fingers intertwining with your hair and turning you to face him. You fucking hated when he did this, and now you couldn’t even really fight back. “I asked you a question!” He shouted in your face. “What are you doing? Spying on me?-” he said and abruptly stopped. Why the hell were you waltzing around without a shirt wrapped in skin tone gauze all around your body. “Why the hell are you dressed like that?” At this point you were just defeated. You couldn’t reach up far enough to even touch his hands, and you sure as hell didn’t have the strength to pry him off of you. Your scalp was screaming in pain as he lifted you up just enough to where your feet couldn’t touch the ground, he was such a bitch. “Put me down please,” you choke out weakly as you squint, your eyes welling up a bit. Surprisingly he did. Not gently though, you almost lost your balance, but you stabled yourself on the stair railing behind you. “Answer my questions, why the hell are you walking around all bandaged up like that and shit? You look naked, it’s disgusting,” he said bluntly and harshly as he towered over you. “You think I’m walkin’ around like this cause I want to asshole?” You say defensively as you use the stair railing as a crutch. “Killer has to replace my bandages every couple of hours, and it hurts like hell to get a shirt on and off so im just staying like this,” you shy away from his piercing eyes. He didn’t seem mad anymore, but he was still irritated, but he was more curious now. He grabbed you by the shoulder, turning you around and ripping your bandages off without a word. “Kid!?!,” you yell out, more like yelp put. Your arms flew to your chest, the bandages popping off your body like a rubber band popping. You barely covered your chest in time before you were exposed. His hands poked and prodded at your wounds, not harshly but just to examine them. “I thought you were strong at first…,” he said as he turned you back around to face him. You were full blown crying now, biting your bottom lip to hold in sobs, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He was so goddamn mean to you, it seemed like he loved to embarrass you, teasing you about how ‘weak’ you were and bullying you when you’d done nothing wrong.

Kids face cringed as he looked at your teary eyes and red cheeks. “I-ah, look,” he started, bringing a hand up to rub his neck awkwardly as he stared at you. “Not in like shitty way, you know, I only threw you that hard because I thought you could take it,” he said defensively. “You shouldn’t have thrown me in the first place,” you shot back, it was clear you were upset. You both stood there in silence, and it definitely wasn’t the comfortable kind. You had managed to calm yourself and stop your crying, your arms were concreted directly to your breasts, making sure you were decent. Kid just sighed, turning back into his workshop without a word. You stood still before following him.

You silently followed him, thinking he wanted to show you something. Instead he sat down back at his chair, where he was working on his arm before you interrupted. He tinkered around a bit with tools, getting small screwdrivers and hatchet wrenches all lined out in-front of him. This arm was different from the one he had on before he quite literally almost broke your back. This one had mechanics and hydraulic maneuvers, it was much more sophisticated. You stood there for a few minutes, Kid not even sparing you a glance. You felt awkward so you clears your voice, hoping you weren’t just forgotten about. Kid immediately looked at you, flinching harshly and loosing his grip on his screwdriver her had in his hand. Ahh, he had absolutely no idea you were still here. It took him three more tries before he got his grip on it. You laughed a bit, not loudly but he still heard it. He stood up quickly, his chair flying out from behind him as his arm raised. “The hell are you still doing here?!” He screamed loudly, stopping himself before he actually grabbed you. You had already scattered to the floor, catching yourself with your arms with a wince, your face was scrunched in anticipation as you expected him to throw you around like the first time you laughed at him. Instead he just grunted out frustratedly and slammed his metal fist into the work bench harshly. “Stop laughing at me!!, God everything you do is urking, your stupid music and your snippy jokes, you just love to humiliate people don’t you!!,”he turned around and pointed at you accusingly, he was clearly embarrassed. “I’m not humiliating you, you’re just funny sometimes,” you say as you look away from him. You realize you state and quickly bring an arm up to cover your chest. Kid just scoffs, grabbing you by your good arm and yanking you up. You’re suddenly engulfed in a large fluffy, blanket? No, it was his coat. He tossed it over your head and maneuvered you harshly into it, making you wince in pain here and there. The fabric swallowed you whole, the coat dragging on the floor and the red fur collar covering half of your face, at least you were covered now. Kid just scoffed and put up some tools, seemingly ignoring you again. You were about to speak up when he turned back to you.

He hoisted you over his shoulder, earning a pissed off yelp from you. “Damnit Kid that hurts!!,” you say as you slap his shoulder with your good arm. He just scoffs and heads out the shop and up the stairs. “Quiet woman, I’m doing you a favor,” he said blankly, carrying you up all the stairs and to the top of the deck. He exited the hallway, knocking your head a bit on the doorframe as he turned around. “Holy shit Kid, I’ve already got a concussions don’t make it worse!,” he paused in his stride, hoisting you forward and holding you by the underarms like you would a stray cat. “I gave you a concussion?” He asked in a bewildered voice. “Yeah dipshit, and how you’re holding me hurts really really bad,” you say as you squirm in his grip. He huffed out and changed how he carried you, holding you in the bridal position now, his hand careful on your back. “Don’t call me dipshit, woman,” he muttered back to you.

He walked you all the way back to Killer like that, earning multiple odd stares, including a cheeky wink from Hulda when you passed by her. With everything that had gone down, it did kinda look like you were trying to hook up with the captain, minus the bit where he heavily injured you. And now here you were, topless, in his coat, being carried by him bridal style, this was not a good look.

He sat you down on the medical bench and told killer to patch you back up, leaving the two of you alone so Killer could fix you up. “Make sure she’s more decent than before, I don’t want her looking like a prostitute,” he said blankly before shutting the door behind him. Killer began to work on you, setting his captains coat aside so it wouldn’t get dirty, and gathering all the materials he’d need. The air was tense, as if the room itself was anticipating who was going to talk first

“So you and the captain huh…”

“Damnit killer.”

PART 3 FINISHED

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Kid x reader

Part.2/??

Pt.1

@lunamoonbby

Tags/warnings: foul language, gore?(not really just wounds)

An: I think now’s the time to say that this is indeed a slow-burn because I am a painfully detail oriented person who need to explain every little feeling and detail in a story😔 anyways enjoy pookies

You had been on the ship for around 2 days now. On top of talking with Heat much more about nothing in particular, you’d also gotten more acquainted with Killer and the bdsm fella that had yanked you off of Heat when you first saw him. Killer actually mentioned to you that he was the ships vice-captain, cook, and doctor, so he was quite pleased that he’d was going to be relieved of his doctor role for a while. And the fishnet guys name was Wire, and actually a really good friend of Heats. He was quiet, but he talked here and there, you just had to really listen for it. The combination of how tall he was and how soft he spoke had the knack of pissing you off because you could never hear him, so you just pretend he was mute to ease your mind.

The captain, which you learned from Killer that his name was Kid, gave you a shitty room. Shitty was actually hyping it up a little too much. You were given a mattress so obviously pulled from an unused crew mates lodging room and stuck in a storage part of the ship. You were surrounded by barrels and you had to duck when you got up from the bed, and your only light source was a small candle you were given. Like what the fuck, his name was hella fitting because he sure as hell acted like a child

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You were on the bowsprit at the front of the ship, or rather, on the skull of the dinosaur fossil that took the place of the bowsprit. It kinda blew your mind how un-aerodynamic this ship is. You’d been on many ships in your lifetime, hell that was your main form of transportation, just hitching rides from random sailors and nice pirates. It didn’t always end well but that was the beauty of it, not knowing if you’d make it out alive or if you were stuck on a ship with a cannibal or something, which you remembered, actually fucking happened to you. As crazy as all of it was, you wouldn’t take a second of it back. As painful as it was to leave Heat and your small little town, which was all you knew at the time, it was truly the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. Even with all the bar fights, all the creepy old men, and every near-death experience, you’d still wish to remember it all even on your deathbed, every single moment.

Your little radio was strapped onto your belt loops, playing your little cassette tape, your favorite one. It was your mix tape, one you didn't buy in a store because it was your favorite band or had a mix of songs you liked on it. This was the mixtape you took out every time you wandered upon a nice person who happened to sing or own an instrument. None of the songs were perfect but they held memories of every encounter you had that was most likely pleasant, any time you'd met with a musically inclined person it never failed to blossom into a beautiful night.

A muffled song had ended, with a little bit of laughter and chit chat from you and the woman who sang, and the next track began to play. It wasn't necessarily your favorite song, but it was sung by your favorite person you'd met so far. It was an older man, and he had deep red hair and sailed as the captain of a crew full of awesome people. He had let you hitch a ride on his ship and it stands as one of your favorite trips ever. You drank all night and day, and it was good alcohol, not shitty sake…and he was a fair and honest man who treated his crew like family. He had one arm but he acted like it wasn't even a problem, it hindered him in no way shape, or form. He told the best stories and made you laugh and gave you an actually decent room, basically a royal suite compared to whatever you had now. You'd actually fallen in love with him a bit, but you reckoned that was just your nature, you loved everything, good or bad so you just kinda brushed it off. Untill he kinda sorta confessed, but that was the day you were supposed to leave, the day he had to drop you off. You already got over your little crush but hearing him say he loved you and wished you well meant a lot to you. He didn't try and hold you back or guilt you into staying, just gave you a sweet farewell and a cold beer before you left.

You tapped your toe gently to the muted guitar and makeshift drums in the background, humming with the rhythm and singing along with his drunken voice through the crackly speakers. “Goodbye horsesss,” you mumble out in a state of focus as you hop down from the skull and begin to root around in your bag to assess what clean clothes you had left. You sing for a little bit, the voices of his crew chiming in here and there, making you laugh out a bit as you looked in your bag. You remember this part of the song specifically because he’d taken the liberty of yanking you out of your seat and swooning you around. Yours and his laughter mixed together while he sang lazily and his crews laughter and singing mixed in with the drums and guitar. They were a big reminder on why you still traveled.

You hear large footsteps approaching you, it wasn't a kid, these weren't angry, but they were still familiar. You look up as a big shadow is cast on you, Killer. He stood over you, his stance a bit awkward. Killer wasn't intimidating to you, he was just kinda there. “You uh, you mind helping me out here?” he says before turning his back to you to show a big gash between his shoulder blades, his shirt all ripped up in the back. “What the fuck?? I mean, uh yeah I'll help you but damn man, what the hell..” you internally sigh, you hoped this was a one-time thing. I mean yeah you were ordered to be the ship's doctor but you didn't think stuff would happen that you had to deal with, I mean for fucks' sake you were out in the middle of the ocean, there's only so much a person could do to themselves while on a ship, right?

Killer introduced you to the ‘med bay’, which was quite nice to your surprise. It was a fairly large room stacked with a good amount of medicine and bandages and other amenities. The room was oddly organized and well kept for a crew of basically all men aside from a few women, you just figured they used it often. “So you're the full-time doctor eh? How's that? It's got to be a pretty grueling job on a crew of men as reckless as your captain,” you said with an off tone. It was clear you were biting your younger about the red-headed man-child. He shrugs, well, somewhat, he flinched and stopped halfway through with the movement. “I mean not really, most of the guys are too prideful to ask for help, they're here only if they're dying really,” he says casually. You scoff, surveying the room for bandages and ointment. “Take your shirt off,” you say as you find what you're looking for. He does just that, throwing the pile of scraps on the ground. He hopped up on the large cushioned medical counter, making him much much taller than you, even more than he already was. You just sighed and hopped up on the counter with him and stood up behind him, giving you the perfect angle for patching him up. “So is there a pack of wild hyenas running around on the ship that I need to keep an eye out for?” you ask Killer, stifling a laugh at your own joke. “No,” he responds bluntly. “I accidentally got caught in the crossfire of Captains metal while he was target practicing,” he said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. “This is gonna sting,” you warn him just before you clean his big wound with a little alcohol on a small cotton pad. He didn’t even flinch that much, which surprised you. You continued to clean him up and talk to him. “So by metal, what do you mean?” You ask him, disinfecting his final wound. “Was he throwing knives? And if so did you get hit by the first a figure a few more would do the trick??” You ask sarcastically as you toss the bloodied alcohol pads into the little trash bin. He audibly sighed, like a sigh where you just desperately want the person you’re talking to shut the fuck up, he clearly didn’t find you as funny as you found yourself. “No, Captain has devil fruit powers, he controls metal and magnetic fields,” he says blankly. “Ohhh, so that explains the whole arm thing then,” you say piecing the puzzle together. His arm looked like a jumbled up piece of scrap metal, you had no idea how it functioned or how it was even held together, but now it made sense.

You applied the ointment gently to his wounds, earning a small quick inhale from him when you pressed a bit too harshly on one of his wounds. “I know, I’m sorry man I’m doing my best here,” you say apologetically as you go to put ointment on another wound. A comfortable silence fills the room, but only for a second, you couldn’t stand the quietness. “So what’s with the whole mask shebang?” You ask out of nowhere. He just stays quiet, paying you no attention. “Are you like severely disfigured? If so I think that’s a stupid reason to wear a mask.” You say bluntly. You hear his breath shallow a bit, and he shifted uncomfortably before speaking. “So what’s if I am,” he said defensively, “it’s none of your business,” he said sternly. “So…you are disfigured…” he grunts out in annoyance. “No, just ugly, but same difference,” he says as if he’s reciting a known fact. Without hesitation you harshly smack the back of his helmet, but you had a firm grip on his shoulder so his back wouldn’t tense or move. He grunts out in surprise and turns to look at you through the mask, “The hell was that for,” he asks in an angry tone. “When people talk about themselves like that it pisses me off,” you say harshly as you begin to bandage his wounds up with gauze. “You think how you look affects your life and shit,” you say angrily. Not at Killer, or people who think like him. I mean sure how he thought about himself pissed you off, but clearly he was just conditioned to feel this way about himself. You hadn’t seen his face but you knew he wasn’t ugly. He was kind and quiet, a bit blunt at times but that’s was okay, you were too. Looks had nothing to do with beauty, so why was everyone obsessed with their appearance??

“It does affect my life asshole,” he says in a frustrated tone. “Wrong,” you say immediately shutting him down as you reach around to grab the gauze you were wrapping his body with. “The people who think you’re ugly affect your life, and that’s only because you listen to them,” he seemed to un-tense his muscles, going quiet and not responding. “Beauty ends where judgment begins,” you say, kind of cringing at yourself as you tie up the last strap of gauze. “Sorry, you seem like a smart guy so I tried to be poetic with it, it’s was just embarrassing though,” you hopped down from the table and tossed all of the packages and dirtied swabs. Killer just stood up, and headed for the door, “You’re too good to be on this ship,” he muttered out, not breaking his stride as he exited the room. You just sighed and walked out of the room too. You were about to close the door when another crew member walked up to you. He was just a little bit taller than you and had an embarrassed demeanor to him. He stood in-front of you, both of you standing in silence for a second before he spoke up. “You’re a doctor right?” He asked as he lifted up his hand, that was burned pretty badly. You sighed out and opened the door again, “Yeah come on in,” you said. Before you shut the door a hand grabbed the door, another crew mate, this one spoke in a raspy voice, “Yeah I need you to fix my voice, it’s not talking right,” he wheezed out. Another one limped to you and complained about his knee. Soon enough you couldn’t see over the sea of men at the med bay door.

“Fuck me ay.”

Your little radio was singing its heart out, a random band cassette you’d picked up at a souvenir store or somewhere else, something to keep your energy up. It was well into the night, and there was still a good line of men outside your door, 10? No, more like 15, but you had gotten through the majority of them, you’d actually made great progress. Another major plus was that you got to know literally almost the entire crew.

“I mean yeah, I never went to killer for help. Yeah he’s the ‘doctor’ and everything but he’s also second in command. If I came to him for something like a hurt shoulder Captain would probably find me to be a pussy.” He said as he waved around the hand of his good arm. Davis, was his name, a sweet guy who sported the style of most of the members on Kids crew, punk mixed with some freak shit. You didn’t really know or rather, you didn’t really want to know why they were all dressed like they enjoyed having whips in the bedroom but hey, you’re not a judger, and it was actually quite fun to see all the cool outfits. Davis, like a true man, was severely downplaying his injury. ‘Hurt shoulder this’, ‘hurt shoulder that’, his shoulder was in fact, dislocated. You listened to him talk, laughing a bit at his words. “You men and your fragile egos, it’s quite funny actually,” you say, humming a bit to the music. You had sat him down on the ground to give you a better advantage on fixing this arm that was dislocated for god knows how long. “Okay, you’ll feel some pain in 1,2-,” you interrupted yourself and popped his arm back into place with a ‘click’. He screamed, loudly. “DAMN *NAME*, Why’d ya go at 2?! What was even the point of counting down?!?,” he said harshly as he rolled his shoulder, trying to ease the pain. You stepped away from him. “Cause you were expecting the pain at 3, so when I did it at 2 you were caught off guard and not as tense,” you say as you lend him a hand, helping him get up. He shrugs, rolling his shoulder once more, “Whatever,” he says, not rudely but just accepting your reasoning. “Keep it up gal, you have us all fixed by morning,” he says cheerfully as he patted your back running out of the room to go talk with his other friend which you had just stitched up a large cut on his shin. “Don’t lift heavy things Davis!!” You call out after him. He just glanced back at you with a thumbs up and disappeared into the crowd of men who were smiling and chatting about how great they felt.

Something in the air changed. The vibe shifted to where you just knew someone was there that was going to piss you off. You glance over to where a part of the crowd begins to clear, Kid. He cleared the distance easily with his big large strides and walked up to you as you leaned in the doorway. He just stared at you sternly before walking past you into the med bay. “Hey, Captain, line starts back there-” you’re cut off by a harsh yank to your hair and the noise of the door slamming shut. You and Kid were now in the room alone and he held your hair above your head, holding you harshly so you were forced to look at him.

“Why’re you doin’ all this,” he says, talking about what you can only assume is fixing up his men. You know, doing exactly what he asked of you. “I’m being your ships doctor like you told me too,” you say harshly and your pry his fingers off of your hair, earning an angry grunt from him. You back up from him once you’re free and rub your scalp. “Yeah I know you’re doing that but why are you having fun with it, these are horrible people,” he said as he narrowed his eyes at you, as if he were suspicious of you. “Because I didn’t want your whiny ass to bother me again, but seems like you prevail even when I do what you ask,” you grunt out, “and I’ll have you know that these men have all been very pleasant to treat,” you say in defense of his crew. He yells out angrily and punches the wall with his good hand, his metal one staying sort of limp at his side. “Damnit you piss me off,” he backs up and breathed heavily. “You’re annoying but I need your help…” he said quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it.

Your gaze softened at him, his hard exterior flickered for a second, exposing to you that he was just a stupid boy who didn’t know how to process his emotions. You set aside your indifference about him and walked over to him. He glanced down at you and his eyes widened as you shoved him on to the medical counter, with not much struggle he noted. “What the hell woman??” He said in a confused tone, raising a brow at you. “Whats the deal?? Tell me, I’ve got a line of guys who were here long before you barged in here and they need medical attention too, so pretend you don’t hate me and that I’m just a regular doctor helping you out,” you say as you grab a couple of cotton swabs, ready to clean a wound.

“It’s not that simple woman,” he says gruffly. His metal arm then gently dismembers, the metal floating down into a big pile on the ground to reveal his amputated arm. “Oh wow, not to be rude or anything but I thought you were just doing that to look cool,” you said as you approached him, examining his arm as it shook pretty harshly and he groaned out. “It’s been happening for years now, I’ve got no idea what the hells going on,” his arm jolts and shakes as he grunts in pain. “It’s like my arms still there and it’s feeling things n’shit,” he said more angrily now.

“Yeah man, I know exactly what’s going on,” you say as you walk over to your bag, taking out a small device, one you’d remember using on the other red headed man’s arm. He’d let you keep the device because he had a spare, and you’d found out it actually helped with recovery from small injuries. You also sat like a fucking gargoyle and used this thing to ease your back pain from your horrendous posture. You walk over to kid, his eyes trained on the device like he didn’t know whether to trust it with his life or be extremely skeptical with it. “What is that.” He asks wearily, his arm still shaking vigorously. “It’s something I got from an old friend, they were missing an arm too, this sometimes eased the pain, sometimes didn’t, I have other methods too,” you peel back the protective film on the four sticky pads of the device and place it on the side of his arm right above where it’s amputated. “It’s going to send tiny spurts of little shocks into your muscles and it’ll help your pain…maybe…I don’t know yet this is kinda just like a trial and error experiment right now,” you admit in a blunt tone as you look up at him. He looks at you with an unamused expression, “so you’re electrocuting me to make my stump feel better,” he says in a deadpan voice. “Yeah basically,” you say as you begin to was towards the door.

“Don’t open that door woman!! Are you crazy I can’t let them see me like this!!” He yelled out. You rolled your eyes but made sure to slip out of the door quickly, keeping the gap small so no one could peep in. You scan the ground and spot one of your previous patients. “Ali!” You call out, gaining the attention of a strong, gritty, big man. You had treated him for a small cut to his finger, one that ‘hurt a lot’. He looked very intimidating, he was strapped with spikes and black leather, large guns in holsters on his back, but he was really just a kind soul under all that burly clothing. “Yes miss.*Name*?” He said politely, even taking off his hat when he spoke to you. It was quite comical, you stood barely at the height of his belt buckle, but he talked to you like you were his height. “Would you be a doll for me and fetch me a mirror about ye wide,” you say measuring with your hands a small distance horizontally, “and about ye high?” You say, doing the same motion with your hands just vertically. “Of course, Miss *Name*,” he said before putting his hat back on and walking off. “Thank you Ali!” You yell out to him with a smile before squeezing your way back into the room with Kid, keeping the door as close to you as possible.

“I told you not to open the door Woman!! What part about you respecting me did you not understand!!” He barked out at you. “I’ll start showing you more respect once you stop calling me ‘woman’,” you say, snapping back at him as you walk back over to check on his condition. His arm was still shaking pretty badly, maybe the machine made a little difference but if it did it was hard to tell. “Is it working at all?” You ask him, checking to make sure the voltage is at the appropriate setting. “Kinda,” he says with a grunt. “It’s not really doing much besides taking my mind off of the pain,” he said in a frustrated tone. “Yeah that’s what I mainly heard from my friend,” you said as you kissed your teeth. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Kids face transformed from frustrated to worried really quickly. “Hold on! Hold on! Don’t come in!,” you shout out as you walk towards the door, opening it to where you could only stick your head out. One of the other guys you’d treated stood there with a mirror in hand, one similar to the proportions you’d asked for. “Ali said you needed this?” He asked a bit confused. “Ah! Yes thank you Hourra!” You say gratefully, grabbing the mirror with one hand, slipping it through the door. “Tell Ali I said thank you too! I appreciate it!” You said with a smile. He laughed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks twinging pink. “Oh it’s really nothing, Miss,” he said bashfully before turning around and walking off, muttering to himself a bit.

You close the door and spin around dramatically, posing so that the mirrors covering your body and leaving you looking like your torso is missing. “Tadaaa, meet the crowd favorite,” you say with half-assed enthusiasm and you show kid the mirror. You don’t think you’d ever seen anyone that looked so disappointed and as underwhelmed as Kid looked right now. “I thought you were gonna get like medicine or something, you got me a fucking mirror?? What are you gonna do some black magic??” He asked sarcastically. “Please you have too much faith in me, I don’t really know how this works I just know it was one of the few things that kinda helped my buddy when his arm hurt,” you shrugged as you set the mirror down agains the cabinets and rummaged through the drawers. “And I’m glad you mentioned the medicine, maybe painkillers would help, we didn’t really have those on my friend’s ship,” you say grabbing a small pill bottle and popping out two pills and handing them to him. He took them without hesitation, you could definitely tell he just wanted this to be over with.

You picked up the mirror again, placing it in between his legs, being careful as to not slam in down in his lap. The mirror faced his un-amputated arm, while simultaneously hiding his shaking amputated one. “I never really looked to hard into it, but basically you just kinda pretend that this arm is your other arm,” you say as if you’re skeptical of yourself. The then take his arm in your hand and move it around a bit in-front of the mirror. “What?” He looked at you like you were crazy. “Listen man, I just work here, are you willing to try it or not?” You ask him in a tired voice. It had to have been around 3A.M you’d been up all day treated everyone on the goddamn ship, and not a single one of them questioned you as much as their captain. But then again he was missing an arm, which was much more severe than anything else you’d seen today, so you let it slide. “Fine, Fine, we can try it,”

You held his arm infront of the mirror and told him to only look at the reflection. You massaged gently around the areas where he told you it was hurting on his other ‘arm’, and surprisingly, it worked a bit. “How the hell…” he says in a breathy voice as a bit of the pain subsided. “Is it working?” You ask him as you massage his forearm. “Yeah, way more than your electric machine, but it still hurts like hell,” his eyes stay trained on the mirror curiously. “Yeah like I said, I don’t know how this really works I just know it sometimes helps,” you say as you take your hands off of him. He shot a glare at you as you walked away. “Where you goin?” He asked accusingly. “I’m just tossing out some trash and picking up, I’m not goin anywhere,” you say waving your arms in a dismissive manner. He huffs and begins to move his arm around a bit, looking at the reflection in the mirror. You stayed in there with him for about fifteen more minutes, itching his arm where he said it ‘itched’ on his ‘other’ arm and massaging where he said it hurt.

It was weird…yeah he was an ass to you but it was clearly because he was just stupid, so you didn’t really know how to act around him. You were currently laughing because he had almost dropped the mirror, trying to grab it with his amputated arm before realizing and catching it with his other arm last second. You watched it all go down in seemingly slow motion, which made it so much funnier in your mind. You were laughing the type of laugh that was in the back of your throat and had you holding your stomach, his stupid embarrassed face didn’t help your laughing fit at all. He suddenly grunted and picked up the mirror and shoved it against the wall, and the metal scrap pieces all formed back together in the shape of an arm on his amputated arm. He stormed over to the door angrily.

“Wha-Hey!,” you say in a disappointed voice as you go to grab his shoulder. “I thought we were having fun!-” before you could argue with him or try and assure him you weren’t making fun of him, he blew up. He’d already opened the door and was completely out on the deck, and so were you. He grabbed you by the wrist that touched his shoulder and yanked it away, pulling you close to his face. “You’re a resource, you’re the doctor and you’re just paying me to get to the port,” he said harshly. “I don’t ‘have fun’ with resources, is that clear woman?!” He yelled directly in your face. Well now you were pissed. He was being mean to you for no reason, and in-front of everyone too. The deck was filled with that silence from before, the one where you could tell everyone was looking. “I told you not to call me woman anymore!” You say angrily as you try to reach his hand to get it off of your wrist, but with the way he was holding you it was really hard to reach. He roared out in frustration, lifting you up higher and tossing you to the side. You went flying. Your back cracked against the wooden guard rail walls of the ships deck. Your breath was voluntarily knocked out of your lungs and your head flew back and cracked against the top of the wall. Damn it hurt. The splinters dug into your skin and your head immediately felt dizzy and heavy.

You looked at kid with the little strength you had in your neck. His face wasn’t angry anymore, he was surprised. It was obvious he didn’t mean to throw you that hard, but it was too late now. He acted angry again, storming off as if this was totally what he meant to happen. Once he left the deck and was out of view, people rushed towards you. Heat was the first one in-front of you. “Hey, *Name*, *Name* stay awake,” he said frantically as he lifted your head up, trying to get you to look at him. Neha Om and Hulda were in either of your sides calling out to you as well, shaking your hands and patting your legs to try and keep you awake. “Doll please, you’ve got to stay awake,” Neha said. “Yeah baby now’s not really the time to die,” Hulda said frantically. You laughed, not out loud but in your mind. Their voices began to slow and the night seemed to get darker. “I’m too tough to die from something like this,” you say weakly before closing your eyes and slumping over. You hadn’t passed out yet but you didn’t have the energy to hold your head up now. All the hands and the voices stopped and all you could hear were heavy muted footsteps. They stopped and you felt two large hands pick you up and begin to take you somewhere.

You didn’t stay awake long enough to find out.

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Eustass kid x reader

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An: I wanted to put a little disclaimer here and apologize if any of the writing in this fic (or any of my other fics) tends to lean toward one narrative rather than being more race/character neutral. I can promise it won’t be anything crazy, just mentions of a strong reader who has grip-able length hair and is a bit blunt and snippy. I try to write everything to be as race-neutral and character-friendly as possible so that anyone can read and enjoy my fics and imagine the reader as whoever they'd like. But I will say that I am a woman and am more comfortable writing for women so sorry guys🥲 Please feel free to let me know where my slip-ups are and message me so I can fix them!! This applies to all of my fics!! Please know that I have no oc or character in mind when I write these fics and that I try to make them as inclusive as possible!!

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There he was Heat. Your childhood friend. You couldn’t see his face but you sure as hell knew it was him. He still sported the same sky blue hair, just much longer, and he was still freakishly tall. He walked with men of equal height and style to him, but all that was on your mind was him.

You were in his gang with him, well, not technically, you were just his little messenger. Back in Kutsukku Island you and Heat were joint at the hip till you turned 16, you both grew up together, hanging out together outside of the few years of school you actually did attend, and then eventually living together in a makeshift trap house with a bunch of other guys and girls.

Heat got involved in gang violence and big underground activities that he straight up refused to let you be apart of. Back then you were pissed, it definitely drove you apart, but now you realize just how much he saved you from ruing your life. You weren’t built for that life, you and him both knew that but you weren’t built stubborn and just wanted to hang out with him like you did when you were younger. So he partially gave in let you be his little errand runner and data collector.

After a few years he broke the news you that he was leaving to become a pirate under one of the more prominent gang leaders. You both talked it out and decided that you’d leave too, you’d always wanted to explore the world, so what better time than right now when your only reason for staying in that shitty town was leaving?

That was 12 years ago…

You shoved your way through the crowd, rushing towards Heat as your backpack slung around and your keychains and trinkets clinked around like jingle bells. “Heat!! Heat!!” You yelled out as you get closer to him. He halted his steps and turned around quickly. He remembered that voice, it was-! His back hit the pavement harshly as a sudden weight was now on top of him. He groaned out as he opened his eyes. “Heat!! It’s *Name*!! Remember me?!,” you say frantically with a big smile on your face.

Before Heat responds you feel a harsh grip on your backpack and you’re yanked off of Heat. You look up, your brows furrowing as you look at who was now holding you in the air like a ragdoll. It was a tall man with a large cape and a fishnet top and pants. His face was expressionless besides a small disapproving frown. Two other men looked at you, one with fiery red hair and a large metal arm, and the other with long blonde hair and a blue and white mask. All of them were fucking massive.

Heat got up quickly and urged the tall man in fishnets to put you down. “Wire it’s okay, she’s an old friend,” Heat says before Wire reluctantly put you down. If they blinked they would’ve missed how fast your legs moved. You ran toward Heat again, this time making sure to not to knock him over. You engulfed him in a big hug and he hugged you back just as tightly. “Hey, *Name*,” he said in a strangled voice as you hugged him tightly. “Oh, oh sorry,” you say as you laugh, realizing you were squeezing him far too tightly. You look up at him and your eyes meet, and you both release a sigh, one that sounds like it’s been held for many years. “So, what have you been up to?”

You were now sitting on Heat’s right shoulder, overlooking the crowd and earning a few wandering stares from the people walking by you two. Heat had begrudgingly gotten his captain to agree to bring you back to their ship. “You bring her wherever you want, but if I find out a narc was on my ship they’re getting killed,” he said harshly as his gaze bore into you. “Harsh isn’t he?” You whisper into Heat's ear, earning a small chuckle from him as he tries to keep his voice down.

The air felt lighter up on Heat's shoulder; Then again maybe it was the feeling of meeting up with a familiar face again, only time would tell. The group you were with approached what you could only assume was the ship Heat had asked to bring you onto. It was big and adorned with the skeleton of a large beast, the Jolly Roger resembling the face of the rude Captain.

You boarded the ship and hopped down from Heat’s shoulder, your shoes knocking against the sturdy wood of the boat. You earned a few odd stares from the gruff-looking crew members, but you ignored them. You set your bag down against the wall of the ship and began to explore around a bit, staying close to Heat but not directly beside him.

You're pulled out of your exploration with a small delicate tap to your shoulder, It was far too soft to be a man's. “Hello doll, Are you joining us?” a soft voice speaks to you. A pretty lady in a matching black lingerie set was speaking to you. She had on a small black corset that looked easy to slip off, paired with a skimpy black ruffle skirt and black lace thigh garters. She was barefoot but her toes were painted to match her long nails, black of course. Her hair was thick, curly, and messy but cute. Her skin was of olive complexion and her eyes were a beautiful honey amber color. She smiled at you with an excited demeanor and giddy expression. “Us?,” you ask confusingly. Suddenly, two cold hands are wraped around your stomach and a head is leaning on your shoulder. “Yeah baby, us,” the gruff woman answered. You jumped away from the touch and took in the appearance of the other woman who had gotten handsy with you. She wore an impossibly tight cropped tank top that was ripped in some places with tiny holes, it was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She wore skimpy blue jean shorts that were unbuttoned and zipped most of the way down, which exposed her bright red underwear. Her hair was pin-straight and bimbo blonde, the ends of her hair reaching the middle of her back. She had short blunt bangs paired with smeared and ruined mascara, maybe it was eyeliner? She had baby blue eyes and held. Cigarette between her short red nails.

“Oh sorry ladies I think you've got it all wrong, I'm not joining in just catching up with an old friend,” you say, your tone still giddy as you think of all the stories you had to tell Heat. “Shame,” the blonde one said as she eyed you up and down, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Oh, yeah that's a bummer, not many girls on the crew,” the curly-haired girl said. She pointed to herself before she spoke, “Well im Neha Om, and this-,” she says as she points to the blonde woman, “Is Hulda,” she says sweetly. “Come find us on the ship if you need us, Being around this many guys who get no pussy is a dangerous game,” she joked as she exhaled her smoke into the air.

You nodded and laughed with them. “Will do, ladies,” you said as you shuffled off to find Heat again. You wandered around aimlessly, exploring parts of the ship while simultaneously looking for Heat again. Where could he have gone? I could've swore i was right behind him-. You suddenly collide with what you thought was a solid wall, but it was in fact not a wall, it was the Captain. The mean one.

He slightly bent down and grabbed you by your hair, making you wince in pain. “If you're gonna be on my ship you're also gonna stay outta my way, punk,” he says harshly before tossing you behind him. You shudder in pain as your body hits the floor. You feel a presence behind you and immediately look up, it was Heat. He stood over you, a puzzled and worried expression on his face as he looked down at you. “Oh, hey I was just looking for you,” you say as if nothing happened, walking over to greet him.

You had talked with him for hours, you walked the perimeter of the ship at least ten times. Heat told you about the people they'd fought and all the missions they'd gone on, while you caught him on everywhere you'd traveled and all the people you'd met. Not a thing had changed, and for a second you were both 16 again, in your hometown living in that shitty community house. But the day ended far too quickly, at least in your opinion.

You were sitting on the ground in a circle with Heat, Hulda, Neha Om, and the blonde hair dude with the helmet from earlier. His name was Killer, you learned, and he was quite nice. He was the Captain’s right-hand man and second in charge, and he was pretty quiet but chimed in on the conversation now and then and laughed here and there. You had just finished telling a story about one of your travels, the laughing died down and a comfortable silence filled the atmosphere. You took it as the chance to ask your question to what seemed like the appropriate audience.

“You think Captain will let me stay on the ship? Maybe just until the next port?,” you ask out to everyone. Suddenly, the two girls burst out laughing, “I think you’d have better luck selling a mirror to a blind man,” Neha Om said in between giggles and laughs. “Yeah darlin’ you’d have better odds at tryna’ flog a dead horse,” Hulda said with a small hiccup. You and the girls were drinking heavily, and it showed, well at least on them. You could hold your alcohol very well, and so could they, but it seems that you’d unintentionally won the drinking competition. You took a large swig from your bottle of sake, finishing it off as you stood up. “Well then, let’s test my luck,” before Heat was able to even think about stopping you, you had cleared half the deck, halfway to his captain who was hanging around near the bar area. He let out a hushed sigh, praying for you to still be alive in the morning.

You find the Captain leaning on a post, nursing a bottle of straight whiskey by a bunch of his men and empty bottles of liquor. There was lively music in the background and loud conversations happening all around you. You were partially pissed off, you’d hoped the sake would at least give you a buzz, but there was no luck, there never was. On top of that you were sure you were going to have to fight your way through this conversation to stay on the ship, all you wanted to do was hang out with Heat longer, maybe he’d understand?

You tapped his large broad shoulder, making him remove the bottle from his lips and look down at you with a frown. “What, Woman?” He asked in a pissed tone. “You willing to let me stay on the ship till next port?” You ask bluntly, not sugar coating your question in the slightest. His face contorted from pissed to just straight up angry. He sets his bottle down on a nearby stool and stood up tall, god damn he was just fucking massive. He walked closer to you, the pink flush on his cheeks a clear indication of just how much he’d drank. “You come on my boat,” he says lowly as he approaches you. “You drink my alcohol,” he says pointing a finger in your face. He had gotten impossibly closer to you, you figured he’d expected you to back up but you just stood there, like a wall, his chest close to your face as he cowered over you. “And then you demand to sail on my boat to the next port? You’re quite bold lady,” he says narrowing his eyes at you. You swat his large hand out of your face, his finger was almost touching your cheek, it was pissing you off even more. The ship seemed to go silent, sure you had noticed that eyes were in your beforehand, but now everyone stopped what they were doing to see the new chick talk with their captain.

“Look man, none of that was a big deal anyways, I’ll pay you back the shitty alcohol and I’ll pay you a good berry rate for takin me to the next port, I’m not some free loader,” you say in a tired voice. “All I’m asking’ is that you give me a room and let me hitch a ride,” you sigh out. The Captain looks at you, his eyes widening at your audacity, who the fuck were you to order him around? He grabbed your hair harshly like he had before, his fingers weaving up and between the hair at the nape of your neck, earning a pained groan from you as he lifted you off the ground. A few gasps broke out, but no one even thought about doing anything. “You dare talk to me in that tone woman, have some fucking respect,” he says, spitting on the ground in your direction to make a point. “Put me down asshole! This shit hurts!” You shout out as you bring your hands up to try and pry his out of your hair, your legs flailing in the process. He grunts angrily, and “What the hell did I just talk to you about!-” he’s abruptly cut off by a harsh kick to the jaw, promptly shutting him up. You swing around using your momentum and land on your feet, twisting his grip out of your hair and hopping back a few feet from him.

He rubbed his jaw with a bewildered look plastered on his face, what the fuck? “Are you fucking mad woman!!” He screamed. You sighed out, you did NOT want this to be a big fight and stuff. “Look, I’m sorry, you were hurting me,” you say apologetically with your face displaying an unamused look, you literally just wanted to go to the next port and talk with an old friend, not make yourself a sworn enemy of a pirate crew. You stood up and pinched the bridge of your nose, it was starting to settle in your mind that you were in fact, not, getting a room aboard this ship.

You heard loud, solid thuds, one right after the other, what? You thought briefly before all the wind was knocked out of your chest and you were pinned against the large wooden mast in the middle of the deck. “Has no one ever taught you manners!?!” The captain yelled as he held your throat harshly against the splintering wood. He was angry, far more angry than you’d thought he was. “What would I even get out of you when you’re staying on my ship eh?? Surely you don’t think I’d settle for just money right?!?” He asked with a slurred voice and manic eyes. “I-I’ve got good connections at the next port, and I-,” you wheeze out a bit with a small cough, “I’m a good doctor,” the captains grip softens just a bit before he drops you down to the ground without warning. You hit the ground harshly and try to regain your breath. “You’ll pay me 900 berry per mile we travel till we reach the dock, you’ll doctor my crew and you’ll get me and all my men a cold drink when we tie up at Hachinosu,” he says harshly as he looks down at you. “You’ll also put some damn respect on my name,” he says before turning around swiftly and raising both of his arms, “For you’re talking to the future pirate king!! Isn’t that right men?!” He yells out, earning a roaring cheer from the previously silent crowd.

He walked away triumphantly, but not before grabbing his bottle of whiskey. He went back to what you assumed his room. You dropped your damsel act as soon as he left, scoffing as you dust yourself off. Even if you were polite there was no way in hell he’d let you stay on his ship, the only way you’d get luck is by giving him a power trip, which, unfortunately cost you your dignity as well…

This was going to be hell…

PART ONE FINISHED

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Alucard x reader

Part.4/5

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 - Pt.5

Tags/warnings: naked reader! Naked Alucard! NSFW AHEAD!! Oral (fem receiving), underwater penetration, hair pulling(??) Absolute insatiable yearning from this man, plz don’t ever leave him 🙏😭

His lap was warm and comforting, his arms strong and soft at the same time, fingers caressing your body gently as if he was familiarizing your figure into his memories. You'd never felt a love this strong and so genuine, hell you'd never even though you'd meet anyone else for the rest of your life, yet here he was.

Alucard brought you inside and walked you around the vast halls of the castle, showing you all of the little nooks and crannies that were his favorite.

“Yes, this room is one of my favorites. I think you'll like it,” he says, his voice a little giddy, as it was whenever he'd bring you to a new room. He sounded like a little child dragging his mom to look at their artwork or an interesting thing they'd found in the river—quite adorable. He opens the door to reveal the most beautiful stained glass mosaic on a large wall at the end of the room. The moonlight shines through the glass and onto the floor. In the middle of the large room was a large tiled tub already full of hot water, a large mirror, and a marble countertop against the left side of the room, and on the right side was a large wall with big oak dressers accented with gold trim. You came closer to it, wanting to learn how exactly this tub worked. Alucard had already talked to you about the ‘lightning’ in the lanterns on the wall and on the ceiling. It wasn't lightning, it was technology, and electricity, it wasn't really that complex but still. You're house was lit by torches at night, this castle held so many wonders that Alucard just could wait to teach you about.

He walked towards the tub with you, letting you explore it a bit before speaking. He pointed to a small dial on the floor next to the tub, crouching down with you to show you how it worked. “There's a large open compartment underneath the tub, this dial lights a few gas fires underneath the tub, making the water hot,” he said as he dialed the temperature gauge a bit. “You hate to be careful, especially with gas lit fires, the fumes can really get to you,” he says with a smile as he unlaces his boots before taking them off. You stand up with him as your eyes meet. “Care to join me?” he asks as he steps into the tub, only landing on the first step into the large bath. His hand was stretched out towards you, waiting for your palm to land in his.

You gently take his hand, stepping into the first step to be with him. Oh, this was heavenly. You were used to bathing in the lake under the waterfall, If the water was cold, it was cold; if the water was lukewarm, it was lukewarm. The lake water never got hot, but this temperature was something otherworldly. You immediately step down into the tub further, rushing your steps as your body slowly sinks fully into the hot water. Alucard follows you a bit more slowly, stepping down into the hot water much more calmly than you. He gazed at you as you sank neck deep into the water, chuckling a bit as he walked down to meet you. He was still in his pale tunic and his dark pants, while you were still naked, You were always naked.

He reached you and hooked a gentle hand around your waist and urged you to come sit with him on the larger step that lined the entire wall of the tub. Alucard sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back flush with his chest as he leaned over your shoulder to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His long blonde hair cascaded into the water, the ends getting wet and flowing through the water like silky strands. “Did you think I was going to fuck you in my garden?” he asks you, not in a cocky way or a judgmental tone, but rather in a curious one. “Or did you want me to?” his voice drops and becomes more sultry, his grip becoming a lot more possessive as his other arm wraps around your waist too. His tongue grazes your neck and you feel his sharp fangs prodding at your flesh. He gently and tenderly turns your body to face him, grabbing the underside of your thighs and leaning forward to capture your lips.

He was much more needy, his kisses and his groping holding a deeper intent behind them, this was far more erotic than when you were both in the garden. His hands traveled up, kneading your breasts, squishing your hips and delicate touches flowing up and down your back. His tongue speared its way into your mouth and explored your mouth like it was hiding treasures he’d been searching for. His tongue dancing in and out of your mouth as he tasted you with feverishly hot neediness. You gently brought your hands up to his shoulders, pulling away slowly, not wanting to cut the palpable tension but still wanting to warn him. “I’m sorry Alucard,” you say a bit sadly. “I don’t have much experience, I don’t really know what I can do for you-,” you can’t even finish your sentence before his lips lock back into yours, his demeanor talking to you, as if to say ‘shut the fuck up I beg of you,”. He laughed a bit before responding to you, relishing in the kisses for a little longer before pulling away slowly, painfully even. “Love I believe you’re forgetting I’m a vampire, you could be a common whore and I’d still have triple the amount of knowledge on sex than you,” he says as he leans down again to suck and kiss the other side of your neck. Your body lights up in a flame of heat and flush, for as much of a gentleman he claimed to be, sometimes the foulest things slipped out of his pretty lips.

He suddenly lifted you, placing your body on the lip of the tub and earning a surprised yelp from you. He watched as the water cascaded down your figure, creating a pool of hot water on the tile, the water flowing in all of the right places to make you look otherworldly. “Heavens forbid,” Alucard whispered in a hushed tone as his face flushed pink. He tried to be coy and hide his face between your legs. He bent down, licking and sucking dark marks into your legs, inching closer and closer to your hot sex by the minute. He took his sweet, sweet time but he eventually reached your core, his tongue mere inches away from your clit before your hand came down and stopped him. Your fingers weaved through the top of his hair, making his golden silky strands stick up in all different directions, his face held a look of what you could only describe as being fed up. You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the sheer embarrassment you were feeling in the heat of the moment. “Is this about your body hair? I’ve never understood why women were so brash about it,” he says as he tries to dive back in, but your grip was firm. “No? I mean what are you doing?! Mouths don’t go down there!?,” You say frantically, as if trying to stop him from making a grave mistake.

Alucard looked at you with a confused glare before reaching up and removing your grip from his hair and standing up to lean over you. His tunic is wet and sopping, dripping all over you as he gets closer to you. Your faces almost touching as he talks gently in your ear. “Darling, what did we just talk about? I guarantee I know more about your pleasure than you could even fathom,” he says as he leans forward and licks a stripe up your jaw to your ear. “It's one thing if you're uncomfortable with me mouthing your sex, but it's a completely different tale if you believe that it's because sex doesn't work like that,” he says in a sultry tone. He kisses you once more before fully standing up, removing his shirt and wringing it out before tossing it off to the side. He leans down and places himself between your legs again and talks in a more comforting and assuring tone. “If you truly promise me that you'll live out the rest of your days with me, you're going to have to prepare yourself for far more explicit things than just oral,” he says teasingly as he inches his face closer to you.

The bashfulness left your body, almost as if it were in a hurry, your embarrassment seeped out of your mind and showed no signs of returning. Alucard truly meant every word he said, loving him and living with him held no conditions, only insatiable need and unfathomable obsession.

You spread your legs a bit wider, not by a lot but just enough to give him the go-ahead. And holy shit did he take it. He lunged forward, like a dog set free from his muzzle. The pleasure wasn't instant, more foreign and odd at first, but it eventually built up and blossomed into something incredible. In under two minutes, you were falling apart, The pleasure creeped up on you, causing you to gasp and shake a bit. Alucard reached up and grasped the top of your thighs and held you down as he continued to ravage you. You came hard, and for the first time. You hadn't thought much of it, living out I the woods by yourself, you never really thought about sex or pleasure, hell you never even thought about other people, but now here you were. His hands held you in place after you came, he continued to move his tongue in all the right ways even after you'd let loose, and it felt even more pleasurable. This went on for maybe twenty minutes before you had to tap out. Your hand violently shaking as you lurched forward, pushing Alucard's shoulder frantically, making him back off of you. As soon as his lips left your sex you were able to breathe properly, You felt like your legs and abs were weak, and somehow so were your arms, it felt like he had worked out your whole body.

You leaned over to him carefully as he stood up on the step, his upper body and some of his lower body emerging out of the water. You grasp one of his hands and quickly bring his hand to the space in between your breasts so he could feel how fast your heart was racing. “Promise me you'll make me feel like this every day I'm wth you,” you say in a breathy tone as you try and catch your breath. He laughs as his hand in-between your breasts slides over to grope your tits, his other hand slipping down to undo his pants. “I promise that every day you're with me the joy and the pleasure will never stop,” he says sweetly as his hand leaves your tit and grabs one of your free hands. He brings it up to his mouth and kisses it gently, as if he were sealing a promise. “Your mornings will start with delicious meals and reverent sex and you'll turn in for the night and be met with aged wine and countless orgasms,” he says in a promising voice as he snakes his hand into the waistband of his pants, slipping the soaked fabric off in a flash, letting them sink into the tub to be worried about later. You didn't even get to take him in before he was lowering your body to lie on the cold tile. His hand slithered up from your hip up to your neck and then parked itself on your jaw. He made out with you as if he'd die if he didn't. His other hand groped your thigh harshly. He parted from your lips to prop himself up and look you in the eye. “Let me give you a taste of what you'll be getting till the end of your days.”

His cock prodded at your entrance, slowly teasing you before slipping the tip on. He was much wider than you'd previously thought. You were suddenly struck with the quick realization that you were about to be speared. You inhaled slightly as if to catch your breath as he slowly sank into you. He was big, filling, your cunt packed full entirely by his cock. He gave you a few seconds to acclimate before gently moving himself. “Tell me if it gets to be too much love,” he says assuringly before his first big thrust. You were in fucking trouble. He picked up the pace, his thrusts reaching deeper and deeper, hitting all of your special spots and sensitive crevices. Both of your moans fled from your mouth and danced in beautiful harmony as pleasure engulfed you both.

“Enjoying yourself love?” He asked cockily as he lifted both of your legs up and over his shoulders, reaching impossibly deep, earning louder and stronger whimpers and moans from you. That was all he needed to convey your thoughts, you were relishing in the feeling of his cock inside you. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth as your eyebrows were up turned in pleasure and your muscles tensed in anticipation of your second-maybe third(?) release? You didn’t know, you weren’t keeping track, all you knew is that you wouldn’t last much longer at all.

A few minutes pass and you climax for a third time, Alucard not far behind you at all. With a few more thrusts he hastily pulled out and came on your stomach. Your body goes limp as he pulls out from you, your mind and cunt are completely spent. Alucard gently grabbed you and eased you back into the tub to rinse you off again. The hot water felt like a fourth orgasm was about to bless you as his met your sensitive cunt. Alucard smiled at your noises and just gently pulled you closer to him again. He gently slid his cock into you once more, not for pleasure or to tease you, but just to get as close to you as possible.

“Are you alright love?” He asks cautiously. You groan out in unintelligible moans as your buck your hips a bit, creating a bit more friction between you and him. He grunts out a few times before yanking your hips fully towards his, his dick sinking all the way in as he shushes your cries. “Alucard please, I-,” you were cut off with a chaste kiss and a small smile by Alucard. “Didn’t I say you’d get just a taste tonight? I promise you you’ll get everything you need and more in all the days to come, but for now I just ask that you relax with me,” he says gently as he places a hand behind your head and rests it on his chest. You reluctantly eat on him and you realize just how tired you are. The feeling of the hot water and Alucards steady breaths was the equivalent of a soft lullaby, causing your eyes to drift.

This was it, this was where you were ment to be, this was heaven.

THE END

I might revisit this in the future to provide a more domestic outlook on reader and Alucards relationship but at the moment I’m a bit burnt out🥲 love yall! <3

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The rest of the Alucard fic is coming babes I SWEAR😭

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Alucard x reader

Part.3

Pt.1 P.2 - Pt.4 Pt.5

Tags/warnings: suggestive garden scene, nudity, talk of mythological creatures. A bit of Castlevania lore lmao. YEARNING (he wants u so bad it's crazy.)

The lush flowers and blossoming trees that grew in the valley with the castle seemed to mimic the likes of you. It is as if the land, even as far as this was from your home, seems to recognize you as their liege. The mute colored moss hung from the trees and swayed with the wind, his touch was gentle and caring, yet he was yearning and reaching for something that was finally possible. Love

After a few more painfully successful tests you had allowed Alucard to conduct on you to rule out all other possibilities about what you were exactly, it was finally confirmed. You were a nymph, not a fae, not a lele, and not a pixie or a fairy. But it was rather unclear what genus and class you were. You and Alucard talked about it a bit more and read over the specifications of what class you could be, and you tried to narrow it down to water, forest, anything that would make the most sense, but you didn't fall into one singular category. You talked about your experience in living with the nature around you to Alucard, even bringing up when you used to live in your old town, hoping he could help you piece it together and figure out your typing. You both derived that you manifested as a nymph from birth, and so it wasn't genetic. In the end, you both just decided that you were a mix, a hodgepodge of different types all stirred into one. The trees built you your house, caught you when you fell, and gave you shade on a hot summer's day. The beautiful gemstones and geodes were simply found wherever you went, and so were the precious metals and shiny objects. The water played with you like a little kid, tossing you around aimlessly in the air and splashing you with childlike spirit. The wind whispered and talked with you like how you would with your old townsfolk, sharing small stories and laughing when you told them back; it was never loud, but it was there nevertheless. The animals played with you and disregarded your frantic movements even when you splashed them while running through the riverbanks, the mothers’ young snuggling up to you when you'd fall asleep in the fluffy brush. You weren't a type of nymph; you were simply just a nymph.

You sat in front of Alucard in the same spot you were in when you both first stared studying the books. He gently closed the book after arriving back returning from all of the testing materials to their rightful places in their glass cases. He gestured for you to follow him, taking the book with him as he led you through the caverns of the castle. “I think you do have the healing powers, maybe just not on command,” he says with a small smile as he gestures down to your various markings where he had used spells of fire and small quantities of salt to test the book's accuracy and slim down your chances of being anything else, also burning himself a bit with the salt in the process. Your marks were already beginning to heal, which made you happy, but put you deep in thought, *When was the last time you were ever truly injured?* and you just couldn't remember. You and Alucard reach the end of what seemed like a never-ending hallway, revealing two big doors like the ones you'd entered through when you first arrived at the castle. Alucard waved his hand and the doors opened on command, slowly opening to reveal the most beautiful meadow you'd ever seen in your life. Your eyes widen as if to make an effort to capture more of the beauty all at once, the moss hangs from the blooming willow trees and exotic coloured flowers line the ground in mixed patches. There was a small trail that wasn't exactly worn but it was clear someone had walked through here a few times.

“Oh Alucard this is beautiful,” you say in a whispering voice before you take off and begin to laugh and run through the tall brush and beautiful flowers. Alucard simply smiles and watches you frolic through the plant life as he descends the steps, taking down his hair in the process. He walks along the not-so-worn path down to a large willow tree where he sat underneath, cracking open the book to the pages he was viewing at before, the chapter about Nymphs. You hear the wind, your old friend, interrupt your dilly-dallying and whisper unintelligible words to you in the direction of Alucard under the big willow tree. You stop running around and carefully approach him, walking over to him and taking a see on your knees and look at him curiously. You’d hate to admit it but you had snooped in the vampire chapter, learning a few things about them before looking for your own species. “Why aren’t you burning up? I thought that was a vampire thing,” you ask curiously. He chuckled a bit before letting out a small sigh, looking up at you to meet your gaze. “I’m a half vampire, my mother was human, my father was a vampire,” he said a bit sadly. “Well, I thought vampires were immortal? Where’s your father?” You ask without thinking much of it. “I had to kill him,” he says bluntly. “Oh,” you say back, not knowing how to react. “When he lost my mother to the church for being accused of witchcraft, he tried to kill every human in her name to avenge her, so I had to put a stop to him,” he says as if it was just another regular conversation. That hit home, you were accused of whichcraft too, what if you hadn’t escaped, what if you were killed too? Suddenly things became seemingly more beautiful now, not that you hadn’t found beauty in it all in the first place, but you were talking about your life. Here you sat, shamelessly naked in-front of a beautiful man who had brought you to his house to provide you with insight on what you even were. You sat before a once broken man, healed by his own hands, he didn’t have the company of the trees or the water, he just lived in his big castle all alone with the walls covered in the very reason why he was alone. His beauty became more apparent to you, this was a strong man, healed by sheer willpower, yet still incredibly lonely, he was someone who yearned for someone to accompany him, and rightly so.

“Join me in my castle, *Name*,” he blurted out. His cheeks tingled with a pink glow as he set the book down and perked up, slowly crawling on his hands towards you. It wasn’t predatory, nor was it lustful or malicious. This was a man whose intentions were full of pure, insatiable yearning and need—a need for company. “What?” you exclaimed in confusion. Stay with him in his castle? Stay with this beautiful, strong, kind, gentle man in his equally beautiful home full of all the literature and trinkets you could’ve ever hoped for, with endless corridors and rooms for you to explore? You weren’t making this as unappealing as you thought you were.

He gently raised himself onto his knees and slid a careful hand behind your neck and on the side of your waist, he gently lowered you down, and you complied, as if you were in a trance. Your body lay gently against the dirt clearing under the willow tree as he stood hovering over you. “*Name*, I could give you the world, I’ll take you anywhere, get you anything you desire, whatever you need I’ll provide,” he whispers out in a wanting tone. “All I’d want from you is your company,” he says as he gazed down from above you, admiring your naked body lying under his. “I’ll accommodate your every need, all I ask is that you don’t leave me. You then begin to laugh, not a loud one, just a slow, small chuckle looking up at him as the amber sunlight beamed over your body, casting a gold glow on you and lighting your eyes up. “I’ll stay with you Alucard, but under no conditions will you under for my company. I won’t accompany you simply because you promise me these things. I am not something to be bought, I’ll be with you because I know this is what’s right,” you say as you correct him, informing him that he will follow no narratives or any self-made promises just to ‘appease you’.

He seemed to let out a breath he was holding, relief flooding his body as he seemed to slump over onto you. As if he was holding onto the ledge of loneliness and he finally knew that a safety net awaited him with open arms at the bottom, you. His eyes closed and his lips crashed into yours, immediately sparking a flame in your chest. Your heartbeat sped up and you became more of a mess by the second. This wasn’t a kiss for pleasure, this was a deal-sealing kiss, Alucard's final assuring factor for him to confirm this was real. You became impossibly hot to the touch as your brain began to short-circuit. The dirt clearing became enamoured with flowers and grass, seemingly growing out from underneath you. The flowers that grew were nothing like the ones in the field. They had odd patterns and bright vivid colours, and the grass was as green as it could be. What was this vampire doing to you?

You had only talked with your mom and dad about the birds and the bees here and there, and they mostly brushed off your curious questions and said they'd teach you when you were older. Even with what little you knew, you knew that a strong man feverishly making out with a naked woman on the ground was at least going to lead to something. You meekly raise your hand to meet Alucard’s shoulder, tapping him between feverish moans and intense kisses. He rose from your face, a bit out of breath, and his face was tinted brighter than before, his brows peeking up in confusion. *Had he been too hasty? God, he was an idiot; what was he thinking-* You speak up nervously. “If you wish to take me, all that I ask is that you please be gentle,” you say as you turn your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. Alucard's face ignites in hues of deep reds and pinks. “Take you?! Darling, what do you take me for?” he says with a disbelieving tone. He then props you up, pulling you into his lap as he rests his back against the tree. “I may be a vampire, love, but I'm still a gentleman,” he says in a cocky tone as he smiles up at you. “Plus, I don't think we're quite there yet,” he says in a flustered voice. You sink forward into his shoulder to hide your embarrassed look and to shield yourself from his teasing gaze.

You haven't felt these emotions in a long long time…

PART 3 FINISHED

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Alucard x reader

Part 2

Pt2/5

Pt.1 - Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Your bare feet touched something soft, something velvety, carpet. The walls made of black marble, chiseled with what seemed to be the hands of beauty and patience. You looked to the man next to you, this made sense, a beautiful home for a beautiful man.

Tags/warnings: nudity, suggestive themes, touchy Alucard (nothing crazy)

You woke when the light shone through your glassless windows, your body filled with joy and excitement. You’d get to see him today, the pretty man. Alucard. You stood up from your small linen-lined cubby, the warm summer air whisking past your naked body. A small clank is heard in your kitchen area, *Probably just an animal,* you assume. Squirrels and rodents treat themselves to your forages all the time, it wasn’t odd to hear scurrying and clanking in your house. You turn the corner from your little private bedchamber area and head to your small hidden closet. You had so much time on your hands, so you often spent months and months creating beautiful dresses lined with beautiful jewels that seemed to appear out of thin air. Most of the time when you forage you'd find small clumps of rocks that split to reveal beautiful crystals inside. Gold dust was plentiful in the silt by the riverbanks, making it ridiculously easy to line the string you had with gold once cleaning and grinding it down properly. Your dresses were woven of the finest horse hair and wool the wild stallions and sheep had lent you. Your mother was a dressmaker, she taught you at a young age how to sew and bead the dresses she sold. You had quite the knack for design, making the most beautiful patterns with the little material you had at your parents' house. But now you lived in the woods, where the freshwater clams willingly opened their shells to offer you their pearls, and the rubies and sapphires seemingly found you while you walked along the inside of the rocky caves. You never wore the dresses, only really wearing them around aimlessly in your house to the music in your head. It was just a mere project to pass the time in the woods alone, but now it seemed like it had paid off. You now had a few options to choose from to flatter the man you'd met, not that you minded being naked in front of him, but still you figured that was a little barbaric.

You opened a small hand-carved wooden chest you’d crafted a while back, the gold jewelry and body pieces shining even with the little light provided in your narrow bedroom. Pieces of the finest jewelry washed up in a specific part of the lake by your house, you were clueless about how it ended up there or who it originally belonged to, but you were grateful. You’d felt guilty at first about taking the gold lace and jewel-clad rings and bengal you’d often found in the lake, but it was clear it was arriving there on purpose, heavy jewelry doesn’t just find its way to the bank of a river, much less the spot closest to your house. You never wore it, except to try it on for the first time when you found the bejeweled pieces, yet you couldn’t help but collect it and keep it. You knew the water loved you, as did the rest of the forest, so you just justified it as gifts, you did like shiny things of course.

You slip on a few simple gold bracelets that were laced with beautiful colored gemstones, similar necklaces adorning your neck, and small rings stacked on your fingers. The jewelry was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, and now was your chance to wear it for once.

Before you reach your corner where your dresses stood, you're met with a tall blonde figure marveling at your creations. He didn't touch them but he looked at them as they hung effortlessly off the wooden tailor dummies you’d carved out of wood. The dresses were adorned with gemstones and pearls, fabric dyed beautiful colors provided to you by the exotic flowers that grew on the very walls of your house. Gold laced cord and twine were woven into the small seams of the dresses, and carefully woven lace adorned the sleeves and skirt slits in the dresses. He stared at one in particular, one of your favorite dresses you’d ever made. “Would you like to pick one for me?” You break the silence with a question, making him acknowledge you. You’d figured you’d looked quite stupid actually, standing there in just some jewelry while your body stood bare still. His eyes seemed to soften as his gaze locked on yours. “Did you make these?” You nod, taking notice of how he looked back at the dresses dreamily. “They’re beautiful,” he says as he lightly touches the end of the sleeve of the dress he was looking at beforehand. “You should wear this one,” he says in a soft tone. You approach the stand and gently slip off the dress from the mannequin. You slip your hips through the top of the dress and gently pull it up over your breasts, slipping the sleeves on and adjusting it where ever was needed. The stitching wasn’t perfect and it fit awkwardly in some places, but still it looked as beautiful as ever on you. Or so Alucard thought. He approached you carefully and snaked a hand around your waist, bringing his other hand to meet with your jaw to force your busy eyes to meet his. “Care to take a walk with me, darling?”

You walked with him in the woods, holding your dress up to keep the thorns and dirt from catching on your dress. This is why you never wore clothes, too much to worry about. Alucard glanced down at you, watching you awkwardly walk in your dress. “You were being serious about not wearing anything all the time, weren’t you?” He asked in a lofty tone, it was clear by the way that you walked that this wasn’t really normal for you. “Is it that obvious?” You say with a small laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s quite charming, I’m accustomed to elegance so it’s nice to have so change for once,” he says with as the corners of his mouth upturning as he watches you avoid a small thorny bush, the bush seemingly shying away from you as if a servant bowing to their lord as he walked through his very own hallways. *Interesting,* Alucard thought.

You walked with him over the hill that he had pointed to yesterday when he had met you at the lake. Your bare feet slipped a bit as you trekked up the steep mud. “Are you hiding? Did you have something you were running from? Is that why you built your house in such an inconvenient place?” You asked, your breath more shallow and quick as you scaled the hill. He laughed a bit, seemingly not breaking a sweat. “Well it wasn’t my choice, this is where I just ended up at,” he says as you both begin to reach the top of the hill. “What?” You say in a confused tone, you somewhat understand what he meant, he’ll, that’s how you were here, you didn’t even build your house, much less decide where it was made, was he more like you than you thought? Then there it was. Surrounded by the walls of the secluded valley, seemingly a crater full of beautiful lush life, and in the middle, a large, gothic, complex castle. One that looked like it didn’t belong, but fit in just fine. “Oh my,” you say in awe.

You seemed preoccupied with staring at the massive structure nestled in the valley that you failed to notice the small rock in your path. Your foot stubbed the rock and you let out a small yelp as you began to tumble forward, but the impact of the hit never came. Alucard acted to catch you but he was interrupted by the swift shuffling of the tall grass. The vines of the few nearby trees shot out and caught your body before you hit the ground, breaking your fall and gently picking you back up and placing you on your feet. “Ah, thank you,” you say to no one in particular as the vines retreat without further action, as if they were just doing their jobs. Alucard's brows furrowed in curiosity as he watched you straighten out your dress and adjust your jewelry. Your thoughts were interrupted by the clearing of his throat, and you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve told you what I am, no I believe it’s your turn to tell me what you are,” he says in a sly tone. “I wish I could give you a clear answer but I don’t know myself, I was referred to as a ‘which’ and a ‘monster’ by my old town folk,” you say with a deepened tone, not a sad one but a reminiscing one. “but I think better of myself, I don’t think I’m either of those things,” your tone perks up as you look at him, a smile forming on your face. “Well you’re something, I don’t know what but you’re something,” he says as he looks deep in thought. He then takes a few steps forward to meet you, offering you his arm before you both continue walking. You gently take it, as if feeling like this was something cheeky or sly. Your heart beat a bit faster and all you were doing was holding onto his strong, toned, firm arm…not that big of a deal.

You entered the enormous castle doors as they opened by themselves, your feet brushing the soft velvety carpet beneath you. It was just as beautiful inside as it was outside, the interior lined with beautiful dark wood walls and floors, and beautifully intricate tile patterns and designs. A large portrait hung flesh with the wall below the double staircase, a picture of a beautiful blonde woman with an equally beautiful baby in their arms her and what you assumed was her husband, a large brooding man with dark hair and pale skin, yet his eyes held the love of a thousand lifetimes, his eyes not trained forward but instead on the woman and child, his expression nothing short of amazement and worship. Alucard’s hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance, he stood there silently, staring at the picture with you before nudging his head in the direction of a large intricate stairwell. “Come, I have something to show you,” he says before leading the way.

You arrive in a beautiful room that looks freshly cleaned. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that were packed to the brim with thick pieces of literature, display cases showing off beautifully crafted weapons and artifacts. “Where did you get all of this from,” you ask in a breathy tone as you're in shock at how beautiful the room is. Alucard chuckled a bit, a reminiscent tone in his laugh, “I…inherited them from an old friend,” he says vaguely and you decide not to push. You walk over to a large shrine-like structure, where a beautiful silky blue robe that was a bit dirtied and burnt around the edges, hung on a padded silk hanger behind a thick protective layer of glass, alongside a large leather whip that was coiled up on a stand beside a cut piece of fabric that showed a gold embroidered cross surrounded by various other swirls and curves. These artifacts meant much more than the other items on display, some lay out on the tables in the open air, some behind a small panel of glass grouped with other things alike. But these were in their very own cases, standing over a large red carpet and surrounded by countless burnt candles and preserved under a large archway, separating them from everything else in the room. You turn to look at Alucard but his eyes don't meet yours, they stay trained on the cases, a longing look in his eyes. This was a sensitive topic, it was most likely best to leave it alone. So you do. You keep wandering, reading the titles above the large sections in the library, ‘weaponry, masonry work, carpentry, gardening-’

“*Name*,” Alucard calls out, beckoning you with the sway of his hand towards himself. You had wandered quite far so you speed walked back to meet up with him. He gestures with an open palm to two large books lying on one of the small wooden tables surrounded by a few stray pieces of paper with writing on them and a few artifacts. “Do you want to find out what you are?” he asks casually. Your head shoots up to him, your eyes widening, “You really think we can figure it out?” you ask in disbelief. He just chuckles and caresses one of the books that held the same crest you'd seen earlier behind the thick glass besides the whip and robe. “Oh yes, this is my most trusted source, it may take some time but I guarantee we could figure it out,” he says confidently.

You're both now sitting at the wooden table, both deeply caught up in reading the manuals, the ‘beastiarys’ or at least that's what Alucard called them. Alucard has shed his coat a long while ago, his white tunic's sleeves now rolled up to his elbows and his long blonde hair put in a half-up up half-down style, the top half pinned up by a small hairpin so his hair didn't distract from his reading. You were now naked, you hated sitting down in the dress, it made you feel suffocated since you never really wore clothes. Your jewelry came off too, The clanking of the gold pieces distracted you far too much to focus, and this was a task you needed to be highly focused on. Plus Alucard didn't seem to mind when you were naked, You asked him if he was okay before you stripped, and he merely responded with a wave of his hand while his cheeks tinted with the faint blush of pink. Both of you are completely sucked into the books, only looking away from the books to test something out or confirm something with the other before returning right back to the words. “Are half of these things even real?” you ask skeptically, looking at a four-legged monster with purple skin and large bat-like wings that was told to be able to breathe fire. Alucard looks over at what page you're on and smiles. You were reading the ‘first volume’ while Alucard had the more recently made one, how recent that was you had no idea. “Trust me love they're real, and you have the old one, just look at what I've got,” he says showing you the page he was on, revealing a picture of a humanoid lizard figure with a small baby depicted in its mouth. It was holding a large spear and looking forward with red beady eyes. It looks much worse than your book, the image sends a shiver down your spine. Alucard smiles with an ‘I told you so’ cockiness him. He then flipped the page and read for a few seconds before standing up to grab something. He opened a small glass case and fished something out of it while you glanced over at the page he was on. In big bold letters, it read ‘Nymphs & their types’.

Before you could read further he stood directly beside you holding a small piece of metal in his hand. “I won't let anything bad happen to you but just know that if I'm correct this will hurt,” he says wearily, letting you nod before he does anything. After you agree he brings your hand up toward him, caressing your skin in the back of your palm gently before bringing the piece close to your palm. Cold, the metal felt cold at first, then a searing white hot pain engulfed your hand as small welts began to form. “Alucard!” You yelp out and he quickly takes the metal away, blowing cool short breaths on your hand to ease the pain. A few tears streamed down your face and he quickly set down the iron and used his other hand to wipe them away. “Sorry, sorry love, I know it hurts, I know,” he reassured you for a few seconds before speaking again. “But this is good news, we finally know what you are,” he says in a happy tone as he tries to ease your pain.

“You’re a Nymph, not entirely sure what this means, can’t say that I’ve ever met one, but now we know the extent of what you can do,” he says in a resulting tone as he continues to blow on your hand and wipe your tears. After you calm down he grabs the book with one hand and turns it to face both of you, pointing to a specific section while he lets your hand rest in his so he can continue to soothe you. The section reads ‘Forest Nymphs:,’ and he begins to mutter out some words to himself before speaking. “I believe being a forest Nymph makes the most sense, the land has some sort of enamored relationship with you,” he says in a teasing tone, making you laugh a bit. He begins to read from the abilities and powers list. It wasn’t very big since Nymphs typically weren’t meant for power, but rather a strong relationship with their environment, or at least that’s what the book read. “Healing huh?” he says as he glances at you and then at your hand, “Want to give it a go?” he suggests. You look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed as you had absolutely no clue how to do that. “I uh, I don’t know if I have that, is there ah, sort of like a step by step how to or…” You ask sheepishly. Alucard laughs, the hardest you’ve heard him laugh yet. “Oh sweetheart I wish, these are books on how to kill creatures like me and you, they’re not exactly going to tell us how to be one,” he says teasingly, making you flustered. “Do you at least know of anything you are positive isn’t normal? Besides controlling the plants?” He asks you curiously. “I’ll have you know that I do not control them, they act on their own,” you say matter of factly, trying not to seem as flustered as you were, and then it clicked. “Oh!,” you exclaim and then begin to frantically look around for a small object. You spot a small folded piece of paper and begin to think about it, just when the thought enters your mind on how you needed the paper to float, it does, it begins to levitate and shimmy toward you quickly, landing right in the palm of your good hand. “I can do that,” you say, and look up at Alucard. He had a surprised look on his face as he looked at the paper now in your palm.

“Well that’s definitely a start.”

PART 2 FINISHED

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