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˚✧₊⁎ Where I wait ˚✧₊⁎

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The wind carried whispers through the trees.

Not just wind. Voices. Songs. Warnings. Prayers.

Y/N stood at the edge of the sacred land — her bare feet pressing into soil that pulsed with memory. The sky had turned deep indigo, the moon veiled behind clouds, as if the night itself was listening.

She was not just a woman. Not just a mage. She was a living thread in a vast tapestry woven by those who came before — by her ancestors, by bloodline and by spirit. Thousands of years had passed since she first touched magic, since the day her mother taught her to press her ear to the earth and listen to what lay beneath.

Tonight, they were calling again.

They always did when something in the world shifted.

A presence stirred behind her.

“You haven’t changed,” said a low voice — familiar, hollowed by time.

Y/N turned slowly. He was there — standing where the moonlight now fell through parted clouds. Tall, pale, and ethereal. Alucard. The dhampir son of Dracula. Her once-lover. Her once-everything.

She hadn’t seen him in more than a century. Not truly. Not after the war, not after she walked away into the forests where spirits lived and waited.

She looked at him, her eyes ageless and warm. “I have changed,” she said softly. “You just still see the version of me that loved you.”

His golden eyes faltered. She felt the crack in him — like a mirror long glued back together.

Alucard stepped forward. The air between them shifted. “I searched for you,” he murmured. “Everywhere.”

“I was where I always am,” she said. “Where the broken need healing. Where the forgotten cry out. Where the ancestors call.”

He lowered his gaze. “I forgot how your magic felt. Like the earth breathing. Like memory.”

Y/N closed her eyes. Her spirit reached behind her, touching the presence of the old ones. She saw firelight and ritual, chains and freedom, blood and healing. She saw Annette’s grandmother as a young girl, fierce and bright-eyed, begging to learn. She saw herself guiding, protecting, shielding — even as the world burned.

“I was there, Alucard,” she whispered. “When the ships came. When the forests wept. I held dying hands. I guided souls home. I kept watch over the girl who would one day rise — Annette. Her grandmother asked me to stay close. So I did. Even when unseen.”

Alucard stepped closer. “And when I called your name in the dark… did you hear me then?”

“I always heard you.”

Silence bloomed between them. Not empty — sacred.

Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing his. “But I could not return to you until I had finished what the ancestors asked of me.”

“And now?”

She looked to the sky. The stars blinked like old eyes. The ground beneath her hummed.

“I came because I saw what’s to come,” she said. “The future is never fixed, but… I saw ruin. And I saw you, standing alone again.”

His fingers closed around hers gently. “I am tired of being alone.”

Y/N’s voice was a song now — low and wrapped in memory. “Then stand with me this time. No more running. No more lifetimes spent looking backward.”

She stepped closer, resting her forehead to his. His breath hitched.

“I never stopped loving you,” he confessed.

“I know,” she said. “And neither did I. But love isn’t enough if it doesn’t rise with purpose.”

The trees rustled. The spirits stirred. The ancestors were listening.

She turned her face to the wind.

“I walk with those who came before me,” Y/N whispered. “And tonight, they walk with you too.”

Alucard’s arms wrapped around her slowly. Not in desperation, but in reverence.

The earth beneath them pulsed like a heartbeat. Like home.

And together — for the first time in centuries — they stood as one.

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˚✧₊⁎ Sanctuary of Silence ˚✧₊⁎

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It was always quiet at the edge of the world.

The ruins where Y/N had taken shelter were once a cathedral, crumbling and stripped bare by war and time. The stained-glass windows were long shattered, but what was left still caught the moonlight and scattered colors onto the stone floor like ghostly prayers. Y/N had made a habit of coming here after sundown, when the wind howled like a requiem through the broken walls.

Tonight, she wasn’t alone.

He stood at the far end of the cathedral, bathed in fractured blue light, his golden hair untied and windswept. Alucard. Adrian. The boy born of night and raised in sorrow. The man who hadn’t spoken her name in months, but whose silence echoed louder than any word ever could.

“You came,” she said, her voice thin.

“I always do,” he replied, as if it were sacred truth. As if his presence was a ritual, like lighting candles for the dead.

They faced one another like mourners at an altar, both too proud and too afraid to admit they were grieving something they never had the chance to name. There had been affection, of course. Long stares. Soft touches. Shared books and wine and sleepless nights spent talking until the stars bled into dawn. But it never turned into what it could’ve been.

Alucard took a slow step forward, boots silent on the stone. “Do you still pray here?” he asked.

Y/N gave a hollow laugh. “There’s no one left to listen.”

“That never stopped you before.”

She looked away, ashamed at how deeply he knew her.

“I don’t pray anymore,” she confessed. “But I mourn. And sometimes… I wish mourning could be a form of worship. That maybe, just maybe, if I hurt enough… someone up there might notice.”

He was quiet for a long time. Then: “I noticed.”

Y/N turned to him sharply. The look on his face was carved from grief, tender and tragic. Like he had been carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

“I never knew how to love you the way you needed,” he said, stepping closer. “I kept you at a distance because I thought that was mercy. I thought I was protecting you from the ruin I carry.”

“You weren’t protecting me,” Y/N whispered. “You were leaving me.”

Alucard closed his eyes, pain flickering across his face. “I know.”

A silence bloomed between them, but it wasn’t empty. It was full of things too sacred to say out loud. Regrets. What-ifs. The feeling of being almost touched and almost held, again and again, across lifetimes.

“I still come here,” he said, his voice soft. “Because even if I couldn’t give you the kind of love you wanted… I still believe you were the closest thing to divinity I ever knew.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Her hands trembled.

Outside, it began to rain. Inside, the wind curled around them like a hymn.

She stepped forward, slowly, until they were inches apart. She rested her forehead against his. The scent of old parchment and rainwater clung to his coat. His hands didn’t touch her, but they hovered—like he still wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

“You left,” she whispered. “And I still waited.”

“I know,” he breathed. “Amen to your patience.”

The cathedral was broken. The stained glass was gone. The altar was crumbled. But in that moment, Y/N forgave it all.

Because maybe broken places were where prayers were heard loudest.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something holy.

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˚✧₊⁎Her ˚✧₊⁎

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The scent of rain lingers in the air, carried by the soft breeze that rustles the peach blossoms outside the window. The Luofu hums with life, yet within the stillness of Jing Yuan’s chambers, time seems to move differently.

Y/N stands by the open balcony, gazing at the city bathed in twilight. The glow of lanterns reflects in their eyes, but their thoughts are elsewhere—lost in the past, where laughter once echoed between them, where stolen glances and whispered promises filled the spaces between duty and longing.

Jing Yuan watches them from the doorway, his golden eyes unreadable. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs, though there’s no real conviction in his voice.

“And yet, I am,” Y/N replies, turning to face him.

Jing Yuan exhales softly, stepping further into the room. His presence is as commanding as ever, yet there’s a quiet hesitation in his movements—an unspoken war waging behind his golden gaze.

“You always had a habit of defying expectations,” he says, a faint, nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N tilts their head, watching him carefully. “And you always had a habit of hiding behind that smile.”

A flicker of something—regret, longing, maybe both—crosses his face before he looks away. Outside, the distant sound of thunder rumbles, as if the sky itself is mirroring the storm between them.

“I heard about your promotion,” Y/N continues, their voice steady but laced with something Jing Yuan can’t quite place. “Congratulations.”

He chuckles, though the warmth doesn’t reach his eyes. “Is that why you came? To offer well wishes?”

Y/N doesn’t answer right away. Instead, they take a slow step forward, closing the distance between them. “I came because I wanted to see if you still remembered.”

Jing Yuan’s breath stills. He knows exactly what they mean. The late-night conversations under the stars, the gentle touches when no one was looking, the way they fit so seamlessly into each other’s lives despite the chaos surrounding them.

“I never forgot,” he admits quietly.

Y/N searches his face, as if looking for proof in his expression. “Then why does it feel like you did?”

A silence settles between them—heavy, suffocating. Jing Yuan’s hands twitch at his sides, as if he wants to reach for them but knows he shouldn’t. “Because remembering doesn’t change the fact that I had to let go.”

Y/N lets out a shaky breath, their fingers curling into fists. “Did you ever love me, or was I just a passing moment in your life?”

Jing Yuan’s jaw tightens. “You were never just a moment.”

“Then why?” The word comes out barely above a whisper, raw and broken.

He finally looks at them, truly looks at them, and for the first time, the mask slips. The weight of his duty, his decisions, the sacrifice of love for responsibility—it’s all there, laid bare in the depths of his gaze.

“Because loving you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” he confesses, “but keeping you was never mine to have.”

The rain begins to fall, tapping softly against the balcony. Y/N swallows the lump in their throat, blinking back the sting of unshed tears. They had come here seeking closure, but instead, they found the truth—a truth that hurt just as much as not knowing.

Stepping back, they offer him a sad smile. “Then I suppose this is goodbye.”

Jing Yuan doesn’t stop them as they turn away. He simply watches as they walk out of his life.

The soft click of the door shutting behind them echoes louder than it should, sealing away everything left unspoken. Jing Yuan stands frozen in place, his hands clenched at his sides as if holding back the instinct to chase after them. But he doesn’t.

He never does.

Outside, Y/N walks through the rain, their footsteps slow, deliberate. They had prepared for this moment, told themselves they wouldn’t beg him to change his mind, wouldn’t fall apart in front of him. But now, with every step that takes them further away, they realize that no amount of preparation could have braced them for this kind of ache.

They pause beneath a dimly lit lantern, staring up at the sky as droplets trickle down their face, mixing with the warmth of unshed tears. They close their eyes and exhale, letting the cool air fill their lungs. It hurts. It hurts in a way they can’t put into words.

But at least now, they know.

Jing Yuan, meanwhile, remains in his chambers, staring at the empty space where Y/N had stood just moments ago. His fingers twitch again, longing to grasp onto something—onto them. But all that remains is the silence and the ghost of their presence.

He sits by the window, watching the rain. He wonders if Y/N is doing the same somewhere out there, beneath the same sky.

And as he listens to the steady rhythm of raindrops against the glass, he realizes—

No matter how much time passes, no matter how far they go, he will always remember them.

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˚✧₊⁎ Where You Belong ˚✧₊⁎

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Y/N had always been drawn to the chaos of the world—its intricacies, its imperfections. But no matter how far they ran, no matter how many cities they visited, no place ever felt like home. The bustling streets, the quiet corners, the endless search for something familiar—it was all just noise. And then they met Geto Suguru.

At first, Geto seemed like an enigma—a man of contradictions, soft-spoken yet intimidating, warm yet distant. His charismatic exterior hid the weight of his beliefs, his vision of a world free of cursed spirits—one that only he could shape. Y/N didn’t understand his ideals at first, but they were drawn to him, to his presence. There was something magnetic about him, something that made everything else in the world fade away when he spoke.

As the days passed, their encounters became more frequent. Y/N found themselves gravitating toward him, even as they tried to resist the pull. There was a quiet sadness in Geto’s eyes, a loneliness that mirrored their own. And somehow, in his presence, the world felt still—a stark contrast to the constant movement they had always known.

One evening, after a mission, the two found themselves alone in a quiet, secluded part of the school. The air was thick with unspoken words, both of them aware of the distance between them, yet unable to bridge it. Geto sat on the steps, looking out over the horizon, his usually composed demeanor slipping as his gaze softened.

“Do you ever feel like you’re just… searching?” he asked, his voice quiet but full of meaning.

Y/N didn’t need to ask what he meant. They had always been searching too—searching for purpose, for meaning, for a place to belong. “All the time,” Y/N said, sitting beside him. “But sometimes it feels like no matter where I go, I’m always running.”

Geto turned to look at them, his eyes reflecting the same struggle. “I used to think that way. But now… I think I was always running toward something. Toward a future. Toward the world I want to build.”

Y/N could feel the weight of his words. It wasn’t just about the world he wanted to change; it was about the way he carried that dream, the way it consumed him. And yet, in that moment, Y/N could also see something else—a longing. A desire for something more than the grand vision of his ideals.

And then, without thinking, they reached out, resting their hand gently over his. The simple touch was enough to make Geto flinch, as if the warmth of it startled him. For a moment, the world seemed to pause.

“You’re not alone, you know,” Y/N said softly, their voice carrying the weight of everything they hadn’t said before. “Even when you feel like you are.”

Geto looked at their hand on his, his usual calm mask slipping for a brief moment. “I… don’t know how to be anything other than what I am. I’ve spent so long building this vision that I don’t know what it means to let someone in.”

Y/N’s heart ached for him. They had seen the toll his journey had taken on him—the isolation, the burden of his ideals. But here, now, with their hand in his, there was something else—something fragile, something human. “I don’t need you to change, Geto. I just need you to be you. Here. With me.”

A quiet silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was peaceful, almost like a promise. They both knew they couldn’t change the world overnight. They couldn’t fix everything that was broken, either. But in this moment, they had each other. And that was enough.

“I think…” Geto started, his voice hesitant, as if unsure of how to say the next words. “I think you might be my home.”

Y/N turned to him, their heart beating faster. “Home?”

He nodded slowly, his hand tightening around theirs. “You make everything feel less… distant. Like, for the first time, I’m not just fighting for a dream. I’m fighting for something real.”

Y/N smiled, their chest aching with emotions they couldn’t fully express. They had found their home, not in a place or a dream, but in him. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to build something worth holding onto.

As the night stretched on, the world outside seemed to fall away. For once, Y/N didn’t feel lost. They didn’t feel like they were running anymore. They were simply here, with Geto—where they belonged.

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˚✧₊⁎May you never forget me ˚✧₊⁎

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The Xianzhou nights had always been quiet. Peaceful, even. A contrast to the storm brewing in Y/N’s heart. They stood at the edge of the port, where the sky met the stars in an endless abyss, and the distant hum of the Luofu’s machinery barely reached their ears. It was funny—how time had moved forward so mercilessly, but their heart had not.

Jing Yuan was moving on.

That was the truth Y/N had refused to swallow for so long. The general of the Cloud Knights, once theirs, now belonged to a world they could no longer be a part of. He had made his choice, hadn’t he? His life was filled with responsibilities, with duties that took him further and further away. And Y/N, despite their best efforts, had become a ghost in his world.

But the memories still clung to them like an old wound that refused to heal.

“I always told you that one day, we would go our separate ways.”

Jing Yuan’s voice from the past echoed in their mind. They had laughed back then, dismissing it as one of his half-hearted attempts at wisdom.

“But even if we do, I will never forget you.”

A promise. One Y/N had foolishly believed in.

They closed their eyes, letting the cool night air kiss their skin as they exhaled, their grip tightening around the small, worn-out pendant in their hand. A gift from Jing Yuan—a relic of their past love, now nothing more than a reminder of what was lost.

He had someone else now. They had seen it in the way he smiled, how his golden eyes softened for another. It was not their place to ask why or when it had happened. All they knew was that they were no longer the one in his heart.

So why did it still hurt?

A familiar presence approached, and Y/N didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His footsteps were as steady as ever, his presence commanding yet gentle.

“You’re still here,” Jing Yuan said, his voice softer than the breeze.

Y/N opened their eyes but did not face him. “I was just thinking,” they replied, tracing the edges of the pendant absentmindedly. “About the past. About us.”

Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Y/N…”

“Don’t,” they interrupted, finally turning to him. The sight of him was just as breathtaking as ever—his silver hair illuminated under the artificial stars, his expression unreadable yet painfully familiar. “I already know.”

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came.

“I don’t hate you for it,” Y/N continued, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach their eyes. “I never could.”

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened, guilt flickering beneath the golden hues of his irises. “That was never my intention.”

“I know.” Y/N exhaled, their chest tightening. “But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

The silence between them stretched, filled with all the things they could never say.

Finally, Y/N took a step back, the pendant still clenched in their hand. “I don’t expect you to hold onto the past the way I do. But…” Their voice wavered, but they steadied themselves. “I just hope you never forget me.”

Jing Yuan’s expression shifted—regret, sorrow, something else they couldn’t quite name. But he did not reach for them. Did not stop them as they turned away.

And so, they walked away, carrying only the memories and the hope that somewhere, buried beneath the weight of time and duty, Jing Yuan would still remember the love they once shared.

Even if it was only in passing.

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˚✧₊⁎ Risking It All ˚✧₊⁎

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Y/N had always known that love was a gamble. A fleeting thing, unpredictable and dangerous. Yet, when they met Rengoku Kyojuro, it felt different. It felt like home.

From the moment they crossed paths, Rengoku’s fire burned through the walls Y/N had built around their heart. His laughter was loud, his presence warm—like sunlight after a long storm. But love wasn’t easy, not when the world they lived in was cruel, and the risks of losing him loomed like a shadow.

“You hesitate,” Rengoku said one evening, his golden eyes locked onto Y/N’s. They stood together beneath the stars, the glow of distant lanterns flickering around them. His voice was as steady as ever, but there was something softer beneath it, something vulnerable. “Are you afraid?”

Y/N swallowed, their fingers curling into their sleeves. “Of losing you,” they admitted. “Of letting myself fall too deeply, knowing one day you might not come back.”

Rengoku smiled, a sad but determined curve of his lips. He reached for their hand, squeezing gently. “Living in fear of loss means you never truly live. If I only have this moment with you, then let it be one we cherish.”

Love was a risk, but so was holding back. And so, against all their fears, Y/N took a step closer, letting their heart race, letting themselves fall.

For whatever time they had together, they would make it worth it.

The days Y/N spent with Rengoku felt like stolen moments—each one precious, fleeting, and burning with life. He was the kind of person who loved loudly, who held nothing back. Whether it was laughter that shook the walls of their shared space or the way he looked at Y/N with unwavering devotion, he made them feel as if they were the most important person in the world.

And yet, the fear never left.

Late at night, when Rengoku was away on missions, Y/N would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, haunted by the possibility of his absence. The world they lived in was not kind to those who loved too deeply.

One evening, as the sky turned crimson with the setting sun, Rengoku returned, his uniform singed, a fresh cut lining his cheek. Y/N rushed to his side, their hands trembling as they reached for him.

“You’re hurt,” they whispered.

“It’s nothing,” he assured them, but his usual bright grin was softer, more tired. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Y/N didn’t reply, instead pressing a damp cloth to his wound, watching as his expression barely flinched.

“Every time you leave,” they murmured, “I wonder if it’ll be the last time I see you.”

Rengoku exhaled slowly, reaching up to cup their cheek. “Y/N,” he said gently, “don’t let fear steal the joy of what we have now. If I am to face danger, let me do so knowing that I am loved, knowing that I have something worth fighting for.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes, but they nodded, pressing their forehead against his. “Then promise me,” they whispered, “no matter what happens, you’ll always fight to come back to me.”

His fingers curled around theirs, his grip firm, steady. “I swear it.”

And though Y/N knew promises could break, they still chose to believe.

Because love was a risk—but for him, they would always take it.

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˚✧₊⁎Stubborn Like a Puppy ⁺˳✧༚

A/n: hey guys so as you know I am the original creator of this story and I really happy that you guys really liked it and I was going to make more but somehow my account had gotten deleted so I made a new one this one. And I’m transferring everything that I had on that account onto this new one so I thank you all for the support and love and I hope that we can go long on this journey together!

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Alucard had always been known for his elegance, his strength, and his unshakable demeanor. But if there was one thing that Y/N had learned about him, it was that he could be ridiculously stubborn over the smallest things.

It all started with something trivial—she couldn’t even remember how the argument had escalated. Perhaps it was about him over-exerting himself during training, or maybe it was the way he dismissed her concern with that infuriatingly calm tone of his. Either way, Alucard had decided he was right, and instead of talking it out, he had chosen to brood in silence for the entire day.

He ignored her completely—not in a cruel way, but in a way that was so obviously petty. He would walk past her with his nose slightly upturned, his golden eyes flicking away just as she tried to meet them. If she spoke, he’d respond with a hum or a brief nod, nothing more. Even when they sat across from each other at dinner, he barely acknowledged her existence, quietly eating as if he was the most dignified and righteous being in the world.

And honestly? Y/N found it adorable.

There was something undeniably cute about the way Alucard’s stubbornness manifested—his usual gracefulness replaced by a sulky, almost childish determination to prove his point. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his brows slightly furrowed, and every time she so much as giggled, his ears twitched in the faintest hint of frustration.

She had tried to hold out, to match his stubbornness with her own, but how could she stay mad at him when he was this precious?

With a soft sigh, she finally decided to be the bigger person.

She approached him in his study, where he sat reading by candlelight, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ancient text lay before him. Y/N stepped closer, watching as he stubbornly refused to look up, his golden eyes fixed on the pages despite the fact that he hadn’t turned one in several minutes.

With a smirk, she leaned down, resting her arms on the desk, her face just inches from his. “Are you really going to ignore me all night?”

Silence.

She reached out and gently brushed a strand of his golden hair behind his ear, watching as his jaw tensed slightly. “Alucard,” she cooed, her voice laced with teasing affection, “you’re so cute when you’re being stubborn.”

That finally made him react. His eyes flicked up, narrowing just a fraction. “I am not being cute,” he muttered, the faintest pout tugging at his lips.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and before he could turn away again, she cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Alucard exhaled slowly, his pride visibly warring with the desire to just melt into her touch. After a long pause, he finally gave in, leaning ever so slightly into her hands. “You’re impossible,” he murmured.

“And you’re adorable,” she countered, brushing her thumb over his cheek.

A long silence stretched between them before, finally, the corner of his mouth twitched upward in reluctant amusement. He sighed, closing his book and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. “You win,” he admitted against her shoulder, his voice muffled.

Y/N grinned, pressing another kiss to his temple. “Of course, I do. Now, let’s go to bed, you stubborn little puppy.”

Alucard groaned, but the way his arms tightened around her betrayed how much he loved her teasing—no matter how much he pretended otherwise.

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˚✧₊A moment of Peace ˚✧₊

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The moon was high, casting silver light over the lush meadow just outside the village. Fireflies danced in the cool night air, their tiny glows mirroring the stars above. The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the only sound that accompanied the two figures sitting on a thick, cozy blanket spread over the grass.

Y/N and Alucard had chosen this night for a rare moment of peace, a reprieve from the endless battles, the weight of their pasts, and the burdens they carried. For once, there were no creatures of the night lurking in the shadows, no bloodshed, no urgent calls for aid—just the two of them beneath the open sky.

Alucard sat gracefully, his golden eyes reflecting the moonlight as he silently watched Y/N arrange the small assortment of food they had brought. Bread, cheese, fresh fruits from the market, and a bottle of wine—simple yet perfect for a quiet evening together. Y/N smiled as they broke a piece of bread, offering it to Alucard, who took it with a small, grateful nod.

“You don’t have to be so formal, you know,” Y/N teased, resting their chin on their hand as they watched him. “It’s just us tonight.”

Alucard’s lips curved into a rare, soft smile. “Old habits die hard,” he admitted before taking a bite. His golden gaze never left Y/N, as if trying to etch this moment into his memory forever.

Y/N poured them both a bit of wine, handing him a cup before leaning back against the tree behind them. “It’s nice, isn’t it? No fighting, no running… just us.”

Alucard exhaled, his expression softening. “It is,” he agreed, shifting closer. “It’s rare that we get moments like these.”

Y/N turned to look at him, their fingers brushing against his. Alucard intertwined them gently, his touch cool but comforting.

“You deserve this,” Y/N whispered. “After everything, after all you’ve done for the world… for me.”

Alucard tilted his head slightly, golden strands of hair catching the moonlight. “And what of you? You’ve done just as much—if not more.” His free hand reached up, tucking a loose strand of Y/N’s hair behind their ear. “You’re always looking after others… someone should look after you, too.”

Y/N felt their heart flutter at his words, warmth spreading through their chest. “That’s what you do, isn’t it?” they murmured.

Alucard gave them a knowing look. “I try.”

Silence settled between them, but it was the comfortable kind—the kind only two souls deeply connected could share. Y/N leaned their head on his shoulder, and Alucard pressed a soft kiss to their hair.

“For tonight,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “let’s just exist. No past, no future—just us.”

Y/N closed their eyes, squeezing his hand gently. “Just us,” they echoed.

And for that moment, under the stars and the quiet hum of the night, the world was at peace.

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Hey guys if you didn’t know I am @hynnx22 and my account had been deleted so if you would be so kind and follow this account instead and I’m going to be transferring everything that from that account to this new one but love you all and thank you for the support!!!(≧∀≦)

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˚✧₊ A War’s End, A Love’s Beginning ˚✧₊

A/n :hey guys my other account had gotten deleted and I don’t know the login so I made a new account so I hope you guys enjoy

Warning:almost y/n death,blood,fluff at the end

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The battlefield was a graveyard of ruin and blood. The sky, once filled with the chaotic swirl of Erzsebet’s dark magic, had finally begun to clear, revealing the pale silver of the moon above. The war was over. The world had been spared.

Y/N stood at the edge of the battlefield, her elven features illuminated by the fading embers of destruction. Her body ached, her magic nearly spent. She had fought beside Alucard, alongside Richter, Maria, and Annette. They had given everything, and in the end, Erzsebet had fallen. The ancient vampire’s reign had been shattered like fragile glass.

Alucard stood beside her, his golden eyes scanning the battlefield with quiet contemplation. He had fought many battles, witnessed many wars, but this one had felt different. Perhaps because, for the first time in centuries, he had found a kindred spirit in Y/N.

They had fought together before—years ago, during another war against darkness. Back then, they had been allies, bound by duty and a shared understanding of the world’s cruelty. Y/N, with her centuries of wisdom, and Alucard, with his immortal sorrow, had found solace in each other’s presence. But after that war, they had gone their separate ways. He had searched for meaning in the shadows, while she had wandered the world, helping where she could.

Now, after all these years, fate had brought them together again. And just as quickly, fate threatened to tear them apart.

Y/N swayed, exhaustion weighing her down. She had taken a grievous wound during the battle—one she had hidden well. But Alucard noticed. He always noticed.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice sharper than he intended.

“I’m fine,” she breathed, but the moment she took a step, her legs gave out.

Alucard moved faster than thought, catching her before she could hit the ground. His heart clenched. The sight of her, bloodied and weak, sent a fear through him he had not felt in centuries.

“Don’t lie to me,” he whispered, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N let out a weak laugh, the edges of her vision blurring. “You always did worry too much…”

“Of course I do.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was something raw beneath it—something he had kept buried for far too long.

Y/N looked up at him, her fingers weakly gripping the front of his torn coat. “Alucard…”

His name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine. He had nearly lost her. And in that moment, he knew he couldn’t keep his feelings buried any longer.

“I thought I had lost you once,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “And now, after all these years, I find you again… only to nearly lose you once more.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She had always known there was something unspoken between them, lingering in the spaces between words, in the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching.

He closed his eyes. “I should have told you before. But I was a coward.”

“Alucard…”

“I love you, Y/N.” The words finally left his lips, carrying the weight of years of unspoken longing. “And if you leave me now, without knowing that… I don’t know if I can bear it.”

Y/N’s vision blurred—not from pain, but from something warmer, something she had long hoped to hear.

“You idiot,” she whispered, her fingers weakly brushing his cheek. “I’ve always loved you.”

Relief flooded through him, so powerful it nearly brought him to his knees. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his fingers tightening around hers.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice a plea.

Y/N, despite the pain, smiled. “Always.”

As the war-torn night faded into dawn, Alucard held her close, vowing never to let her go again.