in which adrian hates showering alone. fem! reader.
“Adrian,” you groan. “I showered three hours ago!”
“I’m aware. I still wish for you to shower with me.” Adrian hooks his thumbs in his leather pants, pushing them over his hips, down long legs.
You stand in the doorway of the bathroom, hands on your hips, and shoot him a flat look as he undresses. “Is showering by yourself really so awful?”
Adrian doesn’t miss a beat as he answers. “Yes.” He turns to face you, naked as the day he was born. “It gets…lonely. I quite enjoy the intimacy of showering with you, my love,” he murmurs. His tone is serious but he’s blushing all the same.
Suddenly there’s not a single reason good enough not to shower with him.
“Adrian,” you coo, stomach flipping. “That’s adorable.” You step up to him, letting your gaze travel all the way down to his toes and back up. Every time you see him naked it’s like the first time all over again, as if you’ve touched a live wire. “You’re so sweet. Alright, fine, I’ll shower with you.”
He smiles sweetly, fangs poking out over his bottom lip. “I knew I’d get my wish if I asked you while naked.”
You laugh and push his chest. “How could I possibly not be enticed by someone as beautiful as you?”
“My love, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes upon.” Adrian bends and places a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now,” he says, smacking your ass. “Strip for me darling and join me in the shower.” He straightens and gathers his hair into a messy bun, shifting to turn the water on.
You shed your clothes at light speed, stepping in behind Adrian and wrapping your arms around his slender waist. He sighs happily, running his fingers along your forearm. He spins in your hold, warm water sliding down his chest and soothing your skin as he tugs you into a hug.
Steam curls in the air as you squeeze him tight. Adrian kisses your forehead and rubs the knots from your shoulders and it’s at least thirty minutes before you’re willing to leave the hot water.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs!
[౨ৎ] synopsis: alucard tepes as a lover
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: if it wasn't obvious alr I have a thing for soft spoken intelligent, gentleman-like men.
‧₊˚⇢♡ a gentleman doesn't even begin to describe just how sweet he is to you.
considering Alucard was already well-mannered and more than polite before meeting you, once he falls for you (becoming immediately smitten), he's somehow even more so.
His tone becoming impossibly more gentler when talking to you, opening doors for you, pulling your your chair out for you, positioning himself in front of you at the first hint of trouble (even if you're a fighter/magic wielder).
‧₊˚⇢♡ attentive to every facet of your being.
he's very conscious of himself to ensure he isn't just staring at you but you do make it quite hard not to. Whenever you play with your hair in deep thought, the way your smile always meets your eyes, the way you silently gaze into the distance when you reminisce.
It's all so..mesmerizing—you are mesmerizing.
So while it pains the dhampir to have to tear his eyes away from you at times so as not to make you feel uncomfortableit is very tempting to not want to see every expression your beautiful face makes.
‧₊˚⇢♡ calls you "beloved", "dearest" "flower", and "my love."
Alucard is such a naturally affectionate man once he's in love that pet names become second nature to him. However, it still is so cute how he was slightly hesitant to call you anything initially usually referring to you by name—until it just slipped out.
Your breath catches for a moment, looking up at the blond from your place beside him on one of the library's plush velvet settees.
The castle is quiet around you, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the soft rustle of pages turning. Warm afternoon sunlight filters through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the bookshelves and illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air.
You'd spent the better part of the afternoon curled up together.
Your book long forgotten in your lap as you leaned comfortably against his shoulder, your head nestled against him while he read.
It was one of your favorite places to be.
Close enough to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
You were tracing absent patterns along the edge of your page when Alucard finally spoke. "Would you like some tea, my love?"
The word leaves his lips so naturally that neither of you seem to process it at first.
Your eyes widened slightly and you could feel Alucard stiffen slightly besides you. His gaze lowering from the book in his hand to where your head is resting on his shoulder. An adorable, light blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Forgive me," he says quietly, setting his book aside perhaps a little too quickly. "I did not mean to presume."
The bashfulness in his voice is almost unfairly sweet, so you straighten slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder to shake your head with a soft smile. "You didn't. I don't mind you calling me that—it's sweet."
For a moment, Alucard simply looks at you. Golden eyes searching your face as though trying to determine whether you're merely being kind. When he realizes you're sincere, some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Barely noticeable.
"I'm glad," he says quietly. His voice is softer now, the afternoon sunlight catching against the pale strands of his hair as he looks at you, and you're suddenly struck by how unfairly beautiful he is.
Especially like this.
The realization makes your smile widen slightly. "Can I call you something too?"
His brows lift. "Something?"
You nod.
"You wish to give me a pet name?"
"Well, yes."
You tilt your head. "If you're going to call me things like my love and beloved, I think I should get one too."
A quiet laugh escapes him then. "I suppose that is fair."
‧₊˚⇢♡ guides you with a hand at your back through crowded towns, unfamiliar roads and in more sketchy parts of wood
Whether you're walking through a crowded marketplace, entering a room, or simply moving through the halls of the castle together, Alucard always seems to find his place just slightly behind your shoulder.
One hand resting lightly at the small of your back.
Never possessive. More so a subtle, discreet gesture. One that many don't notice on first glance.
Like no matter where you are, he'll make certain nothing reaches you first.
₊˚⇢♡ is constantly making sure you're comfortable.
Perhaps it's because he's spent so much of his life caring for others, and caring for you is not much different nor a chore. Though it's probably because the sweet way you breathe a 'thank you Adrian,' or 'you're always so kind thank you my love.' Has him quick to whatever you need to hear those lovely again.
If you're cold, a cloak is draped over your shoulders before you can mention it.
If you're tired, he's already suggesting you rest.
If you're hungry, he's quietly finding a source of food for you.
Half the time, you don't even realize something was bothering you until he's already taken care of it.
And when you thank so softly like the angel you are?
He simply smiles.
‧₊˚⇢♡ always reaches for you in his sleep.
Alucard sleeps lightly by nature. Years of solitude and danger made certain of that. Yet slowly but surely, after sharing a bed with you, over time it's been increasingly easier to sleep soundly next to you.
Primarily because you fall asleep holding his hand.
You always knew that he carried a weight most people could scarcely imagine. The loss of his parents. His complicated love for his father. The loneliness. The years spent wandering with burdens that were never truly his to carry.
You knew there were nights his sleep wasn't peaceful.
So when you'd first begun sharing a bed, you'd made a habit of reaching for his hand before falling asleep. Not because you were afraid to sleep alone. But because you never wanted him to face even his nightmares alone ever again.
The first time you'd done it, he'd looked almost comforted yet confused. Glancing down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you. Yet he hadn't pulled away.
And after that, it simply became part of your routine.
Until one evening, months later, as candlelight flickered softly across your shared chambers, Alucard spoke just as you were settling beneath the blankets.
"My love?"
His voice was unusually hesitant.
You immediately looked up from where you'd been adjusting the covers. "Yes?"
For a moment, he seemed almost uncertain.
Golden eyes lowering briefly.
Then—
"Would you be comfortable with..." He paused, clearly searching for the words. "Me holding you while we slept?"
A warm smile glaced your lips as your nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."
Once settled into bed, Alucard's arm settled carefully around your waist as though he were handling something precious. Slowly relaxing into you only after you had done so yourself, and once he did, it was almost as though he could finally breathe properly.
Now, months later, Alucard rarely even realizes he's doing it.
You'll wake in the middle of the night to find yourself tucked securely against his chest. One arm wrapped around your waist. His hand resting over yours. Sometimes his face buried lightly in your hair.
Other times, when nightmares try to find him, you'll feel it. The unconscious way his fingers search across the mattress. The way he reaches for you even while asleep.
Seeking warmth.
And the moment he finds you, his body relaxes. The tension leaves his shoulders. His breathing evens out once more.
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: fluff, reader works in a brothel, mirror on the ceiling, mild male yearning. this is very self indulgent and it's been a while since i last wrote something but i needed to write a lil something for my wife (Alucard). wc: 1.9k, part 2
Unlike other men he met during his life, Alucard didn't frequent brothels. He’d never understood how people could partake in such sinful activities and thought such practices deplorable and beneath him. The mere idea of buying someone like a commodity, of using them for one's own pleasure was sickening, scandalous.
But when fate placed you, a woman of the night in his path he couldn't help but indulge in your pleasures. Perhaps it was the loneliness, a moment of weakness that led him to your bed that fateful night, but he never anticipated you would captivate him so thoroughly. Leaving your tender embrace the next morning felt almost sacrilegious, but the promised whispered against your lips soothed his aching heart. He'd come back, he swore, once his journey came to an end and he could safely return to Paris. Little did he know your paths would cross much sooner than expected, the pursuit for Sekhmet's mummy leading him back to the city only a few weeks later.
It was close to midnight when he reached Paris with his companions. The journey was tiresome and they needed to lay low, to hide from Erzebet's spies. Much to his surprise, Richter and Annette didn't question him when he pushed open the door of the brothel, motioning them to walk inside. The two descended the narrow steps of the establishment, looking around curiously.
"This is quite... distasteful." huffed Richter, stepping closer to Annette when a girl attempted to approach him.
"We cannot risk being discovered now and no one will look for us here." spoke Alucard, seeking you from the corner of his eye but couldn't spot you in the parlour. "The matron will offer you a room to rest." he added, pointing at the older woman in French robes hastily making her way over to the them, shoving the girls blocking her way like flies. The rings and bracelets on her arms tinkled when she grasped Alucard's gloved hand, shaking it lightly– a wide, wine stained grin on her face. "So good to see you back, my boy. Tell me, how may I help you?"
"My companions need a room" spoke Alucard, hiding his embarrassment at the woman's familiarity. He slowly slipped his hand from hers, reaching for the pouch of coins looped around his belt. "They should remain undisturbed for the night. We will leave shortly after sunrise."
The woman nodded, her eyes trained on the coins the dhampir dropped into her outstretched palms. After inspecting them thoroughly she hid them in her breast and guided Richter and Annette towards a room. But before the two could turn to ask Alucard where he'd be staying he was gone. He silently slipped through the shadows of the salon, avoiding all patrons on your way to your room. He could already smell your scent from behind the wooden door, his fingers twitching in anticipation as he pushed the door open. And oh how his gaze softened when he laid eyes on you, seated on the cushioned seat in front of your vanity, brushing your hair. You lifted your gaze, meeting his in the mirror, a smile tugging at your lips.
"You're back" you whispered, raising from your seat, your silky dress wrapped around your figure shining like molten pearls in the candlelight. He welcomed your hug, his eyes closing when he dipped his head to the nape of your neck and inhaled your scent– smoke and lilacs, oh so enchanting.
"I had to see you, my lady." he hummed, tracing his fingertips down your spine. With slow steps you slipped away from him and he took off his gloves, letting you hold his hands. "Where have you been?" you asked as you made your way back to the vanity mirror, picking up your comb and threading it through your hair. The dhampir sighed, his golden eyes fixed on your reflection; when you brushed your hair over your shoulder he could see the faint shadow of the healed indents where he had bitten you weeks prior. Leaning behind you he brushed the marks with his thumb, his fingertips cold against your heated skin.
"Machecoul, helping some friends" he answered plainly, his hand slipping down to your shoulder. After so many years of solitude, touching another seemed otherworldly. "Helping some friends" you mused, a flicker of a coy smile on your lips. "Is this about your endeavour? Do tell me about, I'd love to hear."
Alucard hummed, his eyebrows pinching together in disapproval. He didn't wish to burden you with his worries, to mar the sanctity of this moment with tales of gods and the undead. No, that was not what he came here for. Tenderly, he took the comb from your hand and placed it on the little desk, resting his head against your shoulder. "I do not wish to speak of such things, my sweet. It is none of your concern."
You knew better than to press the matter so you nodded, raising from your seat. Alucard's firm tug on your dress was enough for you to know that you should undress so you slowly undid the bow that held together the cloth. Alucard's gaze darkened imperceptibly for a moment, his lips parting for him to take a slow breath in.
"How do you wish to do it tonight?" you asked as per usual, but the dhampir huffed in response, your words bringing him back to his senses.
"Spare me the protocol, my sweet. I only wish to rest." With deft fingers, Alucard peeled off his garments and joined you in bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, the candles dimming as if blown by an unfathomable force while he loomed over you. You didn't waste any moment to slide your arms around his neck, seeking to meet his gaze in the dark. The dhampir's hair brushed against your shoulders, his hands guiding you flush against him as he laid on his side. "How long will you stay?" you asked, slotting yourself against him, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
The dhampir cradled your head and you felt a pair of cold lips press against your forehead. "I shall depart tomorrow morning."
"So soon?" you pouted, craning your neck to meet his gaze again and Alucard's heart panged when he saw the hopeful look in your eyes. "Yes, my sweet. I must go, but I will return soon."
He could tell by the way your shoulders tensed that his answer displeased you and he sighed, bringing your mouth over his. An unspoken promise, a consolation, a plea for forgiveness; his arms tightened around you as you kissed, his fangs grazing your lips when he pulled away.
"The people speak of a revolution" you added, voice hushed as if you were sharing a secret. "They speak of death and devils coming down upon us from Hell. Is it true?"
"Yes, 'tis true" he snarled, turning on his back as he draped a hand over his eyes. "I'm afraid dark times are coming, my lady, but we will break through."
"How can you be so sure?"
He needn't see you to know you had that defiant look in your eyes. Despite his fears and your worry, Alucard couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I have lived for three hundred years and seen many revolutions. Fear not, my sweet, everything will be alright."
"For you maybe..." you muttered, earning a sigh from Alucard. Returning to his side, the dhampir pulled you into another kiss, pressing you up against him. His hand slip to your bare thigh, nails leaving shallow marks on your skin as he pulled your leg over his hip. "Do you not trust me when I promise you'd be safe?" he hummed against your lips, golden eyes peering into yours and you shook your head.
"I trust you, but I still fear for my life here. They are killing people in the streets, the food is scarce and–"
Alucard's hand on your mouth silenced you but your protests soon melted into soft sighs as your lover trailed kisses down your neck and chest, halting just above your heart. He could hear your heart skip a beat when he placed a kiss on your breast. "You needn't worry about food, shelter or your safety, my dear."
His reassurance calmed your plaguing thoughts and you sighed, nodding softly. Alucard's hand moved to your cheek, cradling you face. The look in his eyes when he leaned back over you was of the most tender. "I have arranged for your stay somewhere safe. An abbey in the mountains. You will be well fed and taken care of. A friend of mine will take you there in two days at dawn."
For a moment you held his gaze, searching for any traces of deceit but his words were honest. Slowly, you nodded gratefully, your arms tightening around his neck.
You could taste the love on his lips when he kissed you again, your heart swelling, feeling as if it would burst our of your chest. Tugging him closer, you managed to force a tired smile when he rested his forehead against yours. And so you laid, suspended in the dark, with Alucard murmuring sweet words in a language unknown to you, but you didn't need to understand to know he spoke from the bottom of his heart. You could feel it in the drawl of his voice, the steadiness of his breath, the touch that conveyed his deep devotion, his soul bared for you to see and treasure. Closing your eyes, you let his words flow through you, like a balm for your aching heart.
"I wonder what the nuns will say when they find out they have to share quarters with a whore." you chuckled eventually, earning a small huff from the dhampir. He laid by your side, drawing you in and closed his eyes. His hand smoothed some stray strands of hair on the crown of your head before slipping through your curls. "Such silly worries you have, my sweet. They needn't know of this."
"Then what should I tell them when they ask about me?"
The corners of Alucard's lips twitched lightly in amusement. What should you tell them indeed? That you were the most pure hearted, precious thing he'd ever had the privilege to call his? That you were his newfound hope in the sea of despair the world was sinking in? That you were the one who touched his heart like no other mortal has in centuries? No, of course not. You couldn't tell them the thing he didn't have the heart to confess to you yet. So with a sigh, he smiled up at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the reflection of your tangled bodies in the mirror. "Tell them your wildest dreams, sweet lady, and we'll make them true one day."
𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟! ❤︎ oh absolutelyyy i love jealous adrian, it’s such a delicious flavor of him >.< he’s usually so composed, so controlled and princely . . . but the moment someone else starts paying you a little too much attention, something so deeply possessive in him wakes up. when struck envy-green, alucard typically tends to . . .
keeps a watchful eye on anyone who talks to you for too long. he doesn’t interrupt at first, no; alucard’s never loud, nor messy. the man would hate to cause a scene. he just . . broods. with an ever so quiet intensity, he simply stands nearby with his arms folded, golden eyes narrowed slightly as he fixates on the interaction. though, the moment the other person laughs too easily or leans too close, he’s suddenly right beside you with a hand resting possessively at your hip.
has this habit of pulling you into his side when he’s feeling territorial. a large gloved palm spreads over the small of your back and guides you against him, the prior conversation persisting all the while. it’s so natural that no one questions it, but the message is clear. you’re tucked under his arm, warm and safe, and he likes knowing everyone can see it.
sometimes gets a little smug when people notice. if someone backs off once they realize you’re with him, he glances down at you with the faintest smirk. not arrogant, just pleased. he’s a simple man in that way. his thumb brushes over your knuckles while he walks you away, clearly satisfied that everyone understood the situation.
absolutely loathes when others flirt with you. he stays polite— painfully polite. you think you can hear the grins of his molars as he grits his jaw tight. but you’ll notice the subtle shift; the way his voice drops lower, slower, and suddenly he’s answering questions meant for you. before long, he’s guiding you away with a soft murmur of ‘come, love,’ fingers threading through yours like he can’t bear another second of someone else stealing your attention.
will absolutely steal you away from crowded rooms when he’s feeling jealous. suddenly he’s guiding you through hallways and out onto the balcony, murmuring something about fresh air. the moment you’re alone, though, he pulls you close and presses a slow kiss to your lips like he’s reclaiming your attention all over again. alucard will pull you into him, burying his face into the crook of your neck like he needs to breathe you in again. his arms wrap tight around your waist, thumb tracing lazy circles along your side while he pretends nothing happened. the way he holds you, though, says everything.
lulu becomes extra affectionate whenever someone makes him jealous >.< kisses pressed to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. he doesn’t say why, no. he just keeps touching you, brushing your hair back or tilting your chin toward him. it’s almost like he’s reminding both of you that you belong together.
adrian secretly loves when you reassure him. if you cup his face and tell him he’s the only one you want, his expression softens immediately. he’ll press his forehead to yours, breathing out slowly like tension is tangibly leaving his body. “i know,” he murmurs all low and dulcet with his honeyed voice, but his arms tighten around your waist anyway.
if you tease him about being envious, he’ll deny it immediately . . . but the faint pink creeping along his face always knows just how to betray him. “i am not jealous,” he insists softly, even while his arms remain locked around your waist, unrelenting on letting you go. you only laugh and cuddle closer, and honestly, he doesn’t mind that answer at all.
You're lounging around the castle, moving periodically and finding the best sun spots like a cat. Currently you're stretched out on the floor in the sitting room, basking in the warm rays dancing through the open window. The sheer curtains flutter every so often and send a soft breeze to dance over your skin. It's quiet except for the birds. You can hear them chirp and chitter as they fly around the branches of the tall trees surrounding the property.
It's nice.
You can feel your eyelids growing heavier the more you relax into the floor, groaning contently as you stretch and roll onto your stomach. Curling your arms under your head, you close your eyes and heave a sigh. The warmth bled into your very bone marrow. It curled and settled deeply within your body, melting you further into the floor as your eyelids drooped heavier and heavier.
The red of light shining through your eyelids greeted your vision before you knew it, your mind lulled and calmed by the sleepy haze washing over you. A sleepy haze that was being very rudely interrupted by footsteps fast approaching.
Cracking open an eye, you found Alucard standing in the doorway of the room, eyes bright and fangs glinting as he grinned. "You should have seen it! Just a few paces into the forest-"
His melodic voice floated into your ears as he excitedly rambled about the family of deer he had accidentally stumbled upon while hunting. The words seemed to slur together though as the low rumble made you sleepier. Try as you might to listen, it felt like an impossible task as you dropped your head back into your arms, eyes falling half lidded.
Eventually a lull came over the room as he blinked at you, brows furrowing. "Are you listening?"
Oh no.
The bitter twang of hurt was already lacing his voice as you forced your eyes back open. Even upset he was still beautiful. His lips curled down into a delicate frown that begged for you to kiss it better. You resisted the urge, turning over to lay on your back.
"I'm listening. But you're voice is soothing. It's making me sleepy," you manage to mumble through a yawn.
Watching Alucard was something you could never tire of. To watch the bashfulness that bled across his face was something you wished to capture and hold forever. He looked so beautiful, a soft flush of pink spreading across his cheeks like wildfire as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not sure I would go that far," he grumbled in embarrassment. His eyes found yours as his lips curled up shyly.
Stepping forward, he lowered himself down beside you, shuffling closer and resting his head against your shoulder. "You flatter me, dearest heart."
You exhaled a laugh through your nose, squirming around until you were curled against him. An easy silence fell over the two of you as you curled like cats in the warmth, eyes drooping as the call of a nap took over you both.
a/n: this was born after the tomodachi me decided to lose her crush because Alucard was talking too much 😭😭
THEN:
Alucard with a bayonetta! Reader
think about iiiiiiit. she can summon demons with him and shows how she can make clothes out of her hair.
also i think he's lose it over the gun heels bc they're so cool
Pussy whipped is exactly what you could call him the moment he met you. Seeing someone with a strength such as your own is such a turn on for him. If he had found you he would have damn there BEGGED for you to join him. Not a damn chance you would escape his gaze or his touch. Especially once he makes you his. He would drag his nails against the gun on the bottom of your heels. Any use of a gun from you makes him feral. Loves the quick glances of your naked body he gets when you're transforming. His favorite thing though is your flexibility. He'll start helping you with your poses before you shoot. Usually your leg will be thrown of his shoulder so you can shoot your gun at a unique angle.
You, a sweet, simple maid for him up in a frenzy. His impulse to love as the same instinct to kill. All found in you, a simple maid. That maybe isn’t so simple…
Hello friendos✨, I got this lovely request for protective Alucard x maid!reader from @queenofwerewolves 💖 I hope it’s what you pictured 🙈 I tried to go with a sweet flow mostly. But Alucard gives me such goth yearner vibes😩😩 I do truly love and adore this man in all his forms 💖 anyways have fun 🌚✨♥️
Wordcount: 3k
Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit suggestive at one part, a bit angst for the plot but not heavy with a cute twist!
It was the hum that filled the halls that made this whole manor feel more lived in than it actually was. It sounded happier than Walter's brooding and yet smoother than Seras attempt to adorably but clumsily lighten the mood. And by far more delighted than Integra's cold smoke from her cigar. You are the heart of this organization now. Not by the pure purpose it was for, this kind of heart was Sir Integra herself, but you? You were the heart of the place, a kind distraction to indulge in with a smile on your lips even when you just dusted the next shelf of those endless rooms. Although you never stepped into the basement, not that you were scared of that red-coated monster down there—it was charming even with bared teeth. It was more the fact that you got the instruction not to, not when you were not told to. After all, it was Alucard's chambers, his sanctuary in this whole building; everyone accepted that. It had always been treated like this. No one enters when not asked to. When there was no need to. Yet the vampire waited, plagued by this scent of you. Not just your blood, but this also drew him in. Your blood smelled like sweet copper; he was sure it would run down his throat with a pleasant warmth, and just maybe, with a delicate little whimper, it would leave you. But this was optional. The vampire had saved you; it was not calculated and more of a coincidence, but still. And since then you became the maid.
You helped Walter around the Hellsing manor, and since you did a good job and you always talked about how you don't really know where to go now, he got a heart and asked Integra if you could officially become a part of the organization. And the best part of all of that? Since that moment the tall vampire caught you in his long arms, you weren't just (Y/N); you filled this place out. Because ever since you became part of Hellsing, you were known to be the 'Little Requiem.' It sounded soft, but for Alucard it was utterly true. You jumped from the death's edge just because of him, and yet you wielded a calmness he didn't feel in centuries. As Walter was the Angel of Death, you would be known as Little Requiem; enemies would not need to know that your ultimate was perhaps to aggressively clean the tile floor as you bit your tongue, but still you were a member now.
And right now that crimson-eyed vampire watched you from the shadows. It calmed him, even when you did mundane things. He caught himself loitering around more than actually needed. It was a little miracle, even to himself. You were too soft on the edges, a sweet thing thrown into a gray world, and you tried to survive. And no matter how clumsy or unimportant you thought you were, you survived. Your story had not been told to you; it was still to come, and that ancient creature felt it. Alucard felt it the moment he caught you. But how had this happened?
It was when you were running out of the building, ghouls behind you, and it was a slaughter. You already worked as a maid in an office building as you stumbled out in pure panic. Your lung was burning, and your heart hammered against your rib. The worst? You could not run out of the building; you were cornered by the stairs up the high tower onto the roof. But after you had blocked the door, oh, what you found there was a vampire who actually controlled the mindless monsters.
"Look at that, a shy little mouse made it to the top. Look at you; your skirts are soaked in red. That's my work, sweetheart." The vampire chuckled, flashing wild eyes towards you. When you turned your head to the door again, it rattled, but the ghouls didn't break through yet. It was like choosing between plague or cholera, death in any case. Even your lower lip trembled, too stunned to speak when the undead creature approached you.
"Come on, say thank you and appreciate my work. I grant you even something; after all, you made it up here. A simple, little maid. You would be such a great afternoon snack. Your blood, it smells tempting." He loved to hear himself talk and loved to make you afraid so your blood ran cold as you stepped back.
"You-you killed everyone else inside with those ghouls," your voice thin and uncertain. Like a deer in panic caged on top of a roof. "Didn't I tell you to thank me?" he questioned, but before he could grab your throat, you stepped back to the edge of the roof. There were not many options left for you. You didn't want to get torn off limb by limb and eaten by mindless ghouls, and yet when you were trembling, you had enough of men calling you around and wanting to grope you. Enough of simply enduring. You were a maid, and people that worked here treated you as an object. Pretty enough to tease, unworthy enough to push around. Just like that vampiric guy now.
So when you only got two options in how to die, you would chose at least your own end. So your feet stepped closer to the ede of the building, shaky and unsteady. But before the vampire could reach you, you jumped. Anything would be better than that. You closed your eyes, you did not even scream. Curled like a ball in yourself as you fell. But what you felt, wasn't the pain of the asphalt beneath you, it was a steady secure grip. "Oh, let's see what we have here." a dark velvety voice like smoke wrapped in steel had caught you.
"A bird that fell out of it's cage?" that voice asked you. You still had closed your eyes shut. Your breath ragged. And for a moment it was silent as if the ghouls in the building never existed, no soul to hear. Not even that very man who caught you. You opened your eyes, just to see two crimson orbs looking at you. Your maid headpiece was ascew as you blinked up at him. Black silky hair across his face. "Your're startled, little maid. Did it scare you much that you not died? You're way too lovely to rot away on a stree like that." just after he said that you found your voice to speak.
"There is a vampire on the rooftop, I-I didn't really see another option. I don't think that I could fight him with feather duster." you meant a bit dry and innocent in your voice but at least you opened your mouth. It was followed by a dark laughter of him. "A feather duster? You got wit, my dear. But today is not the day you die. The bird just flew to a different cage." you just hummed as if you knew what he was talking about. Still the shock had set in your bones.
And since that...you became part of Hellsing. He killed the vampire and those ghouls with ease. You ended up being covered in blood because you slipped on the ground. A sweet, clumsy maid he did not think he would encounter but did anyway. And well, this was the first day you actually felt safe around a man. Even when he was known to be a ruthless killer. But Alucard was the one who caught you, who held you secure when no one else did. Maybe the Hellsing manor was your new cage. But the door of that cage was wide enough open for you to go... Yet there was no reason to. For the first time you felt like you would matter more as a maid than ever.
And you did good; Walter actually was very pleased with your work. He praised you like a grandpa would praise his granddaughter.
But this man also noticed how Alucard was a lingering shadow in your presence, even when you didn't notice it. The big predator was watching you when you hummed and cleaned the kitchen counter. As you made some tea ready for Sir Integra. The way you scrubbed the floor on your knees. Maybe the maid dress was sometimes a bit too perfect for your shape. Because when he was watching you on your knees trying so eagerly to scrub a stubborn spot away, he saw how your hair fell in your face. How you sighed so sweetly in frustration and had this little scowl. He was sure he could deepen that cute scowl further, just differently. He would brush the hair out of your face with gentle fingers as you would sit between his long legs. But Alucard was a gentleman, a monster but still a gentleman. He suppressed thoughts that he considered as indulgence—at least he tried to. Even when you didn't make it easy for him.
Although that vampire grew very protective toward you, especially when Pip was around. Pip was that kind of guy; he just flirted out of fun too, nothing really serious with you. He just liked to make women feel good about themselves. His flirting was never crude. Something like:"Go on mon chou, I believe when you scrub longer, the floor will remember that pretty face." Yet Alucard was the first one to step into it before you could reply with a laugh to wave it off. You always did that when someone was nice to you and openly appreciative. You weren't used to that.
That's when his imposing figure walked out of the wall. "Oh, but perhaps not your rough one. Let the little requiem do her duty." His voice was smooth, but the underlying meaning was clear.
"I was just making sure the women in this household feel appreciated, that's all, right, mon chou?" Pip laughed it off, tipping his hat before you finally decided to rise up to your feet. Alucard glided towards you. A hand stretched out for you to take it. You looked up at him with wide eyes and this little smile before you took it. "Thank you, Alucard."
"Not for that, my sweet," he answered, standing tall behind you. "I do feel very appreciated, sir. But perhaps Seras also could need quite the attention. She likes you even when she is denying it," you meant to him, giving an obvious wink to him before Pip went his way.
"Tell me, my dear. When do you consider coming to my chambers?" he asked you, crimson eyes looking down while you wanted to take the broom, a bit startled as you turned around as he asked this question. "Ehm- eh,your chambers? I was told not to go there. Not when not told," sweet, little you told him as you tilted your head so endearing.
That made the monster chuckle, deep and rich, as he leaned in, just a fraction. Close enough to smell you, but not to unsettle you. "You're told now, my dear. A dark space could use some light." This offer was genuine, not for his indulgence. You were too good for that, a balm to his old soul. A light that filled the room with pleasant warmth. "I mean, I could probably dust off the coffin?" you asked back then. "You could, although I believe your company would be more than enough," he reassured you. When you finally got what he meant. He wanted you to come down to the basement. To fill his room with your sweetness. "You won't bite me, will you?" you chuckled, although there was this glint in your pretty orbs.
You were aware of his nature. Because you have seen it in other vampires.
"I wouldn't sip a single drop when you wouldn't want that. You know me better, darling." He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His hands lingered on the side of your face, just a moment longer than needed. "I know, I was just making sure. I mean, it's mysterious I get to see the basement," you meant, looking a bit excited. You brought away the stuff for cleaning before you indeed landed in the basement.
It was dark, with faint traces of wine and blood that mingled in the air. Yet that protective aura from him overwhelmed anything else.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" This question was spoken in a gentle tone. Not accusing or stating with a lust he couldn't control. He caught you in his arms, a simple maid. Now you sit here still in that same maid dress. Eyes big as saucers. You had given your life to people who don't deserve it before. You ran through blood and gore, and on that very rooftop made your own decision for the very first time. And you had not complained once. You took life like it was. It tried to break you? You tried to dust it away. He could see it. The way when insecure thoughts overcome you with that frown on your face. It was picturing true humanity in its simplicity he yearned for. You were not searching for death because life was unbearable. You had searched for it as an embrace because your chances weren't fair. And it did something to that man who believed humanity was still a gift. Even when not everyone deserved it. A reason more to protect you.
"Hm? I mean, I cleaned your coat. I hope it was ok. Likewise, I never really had to wash anything out of leather like this. Especially when the blood was dripping down the -" he cut you off. Although he still had in mind how you struggled to clean his red coat. It was endearing. "You cleaned it well; you wiped away every bloody trace," he ended it for you before he turned around to you. Two fingers under your chin. "What I mean is, you're simple. I know people don't like to hear it. I just find myself fascinated by the fact you keep on trying. How you really want to use every ounce of your life, even when you could not always decide on your own. But that changed, didn't it?" He explained it then to you and felt your pulse quicken. You swallowed. No one ever said simple and made it a compliment. "I was always simple, the maid who cleaned and was invisible when not worth being seen," you meant then, your voice dropped a bit because you remembered how life was before you came into this manor.
"You're seen, my dear. I see your joy when Seras agrees to go shopping with you even when it's night. I see your distress when Walter points out a minor mistake, when you think you're not good enough. Furthermore, I see the heavy thoughts when you think no one is watching." Alucard confessed as his thumb traced your jaw. You were insecure in what to think right now. He was an undying being, so ancient by now. Why would someone like that see you?
"And why do you see it? Like everyone wants something. As if there was something promised about what to get out of it. What do you get out of it?" This question nearly hurt him, that the world made you believe it wasn't so easy like this. He saved you; he would save you a thousand times. You were, after all, his little requiem. That fragile, little bird he put in another cage, and he still would let it fly out when it wanted.
Alucard then got down on one knee, simply because he wanted to be at face height with you. "Because it's precious. Humanity is not so common as you think. Not in this raw, beautiful you have. Humanity can be ugly; it can be about surviving. Yet you soften the hardships. And it delights me, the light you bring into this room, into my heart, it delights me. That sweet smile you have when I come back from a mission delights me. You're precious, my dear. I would protect that as long as I live." You looked at him then, his features so handsome, softened now for your gaze. His smooth voice is gentle in your ears. His aura was all demanding, yet with you he let it be a tiny bit softer. He wanted to seem inviting the same way you were to him. "That's probably the most romantic thing someone ever said to me. Usually guys go over text with : love you, babe." You tried to lighten your own mood with a wet chuckle because you had small, clear tears in your eyes.
"The people lost the taste for telling someone what they feel. You got me up in a frenzy, my dear. It's not only your blood, even when you smell divine. It's not only that the way you look makes you prey to me. Not only that, but it's that pretty mind of yours that keeps me." That's when you leaned into him, letting him cup your cheek. "I like your presence; sometimes I can feel it in the shadow. Even when I pretend no one would be there. It's oddly comfortable," you confessed quietly as you pressed your cheek into his palm. "I don't know if I am ready for a vampire boyfriend so suddenly. But I would like to let this unfold," you added then, soft and sweet, being a bit insecure. Then he smirked. The heavy moment was over. He finally got the maid, who cleaned his coat so thoroughly, by a thread. "Then we let it unfold. Let the impulse to love be like the instinct to kill. You will see, little maid." Alucard said before he pressed a cold kiss on your forehead. It was the man that saved you, and in the end the monster who does not only want a sweet maid as prey but also to love and keep her safe from everything else....
Summary: alucard comes home tired and weak but made his way towards his love
You lay by yourself on the bed that's stayed in your shared bedroom, enjoying your quiet evening with a book in hand.
The sound of the door rang as you looked up to see a tall blonde figure who looked as if he hadn't slept in days.
You sit up slowly, studying his face as he stumbles towards you. His body crashes to the ground, knees hitting the floor hard as his arms snake around your waist and his face gets buried in your lap.
"Adrian..?" You hesitated. Placing a hand in his hair.
He utters no words, just looks up at you with a tired expression. You take his hands away from your waist and guide him up on the bed, the book you once had discarded from your side.
Alucard places his head on your chest, relishing in the warmth and comfort of your skin. Almost instantly, soft snores were heard from the man who laid upon you. His face seems so peaceful almost childlike. It was adorable.
You took this opportunity to take a nap yourself as you cuddled him closer to your body.
