Written for the Comfortween day 2 prompt "Comfort Media."
"What the hell are you doing awake?"
Alucard turned a page in his book, not bothering to look up at the interruption. "Repairing a fishing basket."
Trevor scoffed and edged into the study, perusing the shelf closest to the door. "I thought for sure you'd be back in your coffin by now, getting your beauty sleep."
Despite the words, there wasn't any heat to the barb. There rarely was, nowadays. "And I thought you'd still be sleeping off a drunken stupor," Alucard returned. "And yet, here you are."
Trevor continued further into the room, glowering at the books as he did. "I can't sleep off a drunken stupor when there's nothing to get drunk with."
Alucard raised an eyebrow. "You're perfectly aware there's a mostly stocked wine cellar."
"Wine," Trevor muttered, in the same tone of voice he often used to say demon guts.
Alucard rolled his eyes. Usually Trevor was not so picky about his choice of alcoholic beverage, but given that he was awake and stalking the perimeter of the room like a caged cat, Alucard supposed the truer reason was that wine was not enough.
Trevor had been back less than a month, claiming Sypha had sent him to help Alucard guard the castle and the hold, but given the way he dodged any questions about whether Sypha was going to return and when, Alucard suspected he'd simply acquired a houseguest for the foreseeable future.
Not that he minded. Trevor was shockingly easy to live with and his complaints seemed to be more about form than anything else. It had only taken a week before they started falling into bed on a not-infrequent basis, a mutually beneficial agreement that they very studiously did not discuss.
They had migrated from the castle to the Belmont hold a few days before, since Alucard had put more effort into repairing the latter while Trevor was away and he thought it would be nice to stay somewhere with electricity. But now he wondered if perhaps that had been an unwise decision. The castle held too many memories for Alucard, but this place was undoubtedly the same for Trevor. That would explain his incessant pacing.
"Would you like a distraction?" Alucard asked.
Trevor leaned against a shelf and leered. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"Not that. I'm not in the mood." Alucard held up his book. "I could read to you, if you like."
Trevor groaned and turned back to the shelves, but he neither left nor said no, so Alucard started reading aloud.
He kept most of his attention on the book, glancing up only occasionally to see what Trevor was doing. At first Trevor stayed by the shelves, running a finger over the spines of the books there, and then he gradually drifted closer to the sofa Alucard was sprawled across. After Alucard turned the third page, Trevor finally settled on the floor, just within arm's reach.
Alucard adjusted his position so he could hold the book with one hand, and then rested the other on Trevor's head. Trevor stiffened for a few seconds before he melted into the touch with a quiet sigh Alucard pretended he couldn't hear.
He turned the page and continued to read, and carded his fingers through Trevor's hair.
This...intimacy was another thing they did not discuss. It was much rarer than the sex, but Alucard could admit privately to himself that he valued it just as much, if not more in some respects. He suspected Trevor felt similarly, given some of his wordless requests.
Trevor's head dropped against the sofa, and he snored softly. Finally asleep, then, from the sound of it.
Alucard smiled, turned the page, and did not take his hand from Trevor's hair.
Throughout the month of October, I posted a Queliot fic every day based on prompts from hurtcomfortex.dreamwidth.org for Comfortween.
Several of my fills built on previous ones to form some sub-series. Here you can find all the fills grouped together based on ‘verse. Based on the comments I’ve received, most of these can be summarized as “hot and sweet”, in a nutshell.
Comfortween 2020 by mixtapestar
a promising vacation - A No Beast AU series that starts with Quentin and Eliot at Encanto Oculto, and continues on through their return to Brakebills. Lots of relationship development... and sex.
filling up space - Post-S4 fix-it where Quentin asks for space, and Eliot finds his way back to him while respecting his request.
retry - Post-S4 fix-it where Eliot and Quentin spend time together and re-learn how to be in each other’s space.
if one thing had been different - S2 AU wherein Quentin makes some decisions to visit Eliot in Fillory more often and share his worries, giving them the opportunity to come together sooner.
our secluded cabin - Future fic, Quentin and Eliot spend the week at a mountain cabin with a much-loved hot tub.
building a fire - Mosaic fic set a few years after Arielle’s death. Eliot realizes the potential of what he can have with Quentin and their family.
omg they were roommates - AU without magic, Quentin and Eliot are roommates. Getting together fic.
Standalones:
cozy beginnings - No Beast AU, friendship moment between Julia and Quentin after the events of 1x03, pre-Queliot.
no more monsters - Post S4, Eliot helps Quentin admit that he’s not fine.
forest for the trees - Quentin and Eliot have sex in the forest in Fillory. That’s the fic.
comfort food - No Beast AU, Quentin comforts Eliot after his breakup with Mike.
a light in the dark - Future fic/Post S4, Eliot comforts Quentin after a nightmare.
get well soon - Future fic, Quentin takes care of Eliot while he’s sick.
last-ditch effort - Post-S4 fix-it that actually includes 4x13, Eliot goes after Quentin.
without a word - Future fic in Fillory, established!Queliot hook up while Quentin cannot speak.
our home together - Mosaic fic, Arielle helps keep their little triad relationship healthy and happy.
Warnings - Angst, Set During "Time Traveler's Pig"
Gentle wasn't exactly Stan's forte, but when he came out to the totem to visit his little Niece, he kept his voice gentle. "Hey sweetie, you thinking about coming inside today?"
Mabel didn't answer, but she looked at him. There were bags under her eyes and she looked like she'd been shaking. Stan sighed heavily and plopped himself into the grass next to her. "That's okay," he answered, as if she had given him a vocal no. "I brought lunch," he went into the bag, and offered her a sandwich.
She took it clumsily and studied it, as if it were a foreign substance. "Ham and Cheddar," Stan announced proudly. Mabel dropped the sandwich on the ground in obvious disgust. Stan had just started to protest "Hey! If you didn't wanna -" when he was interrupted by Mabel's entire little body shaking with a hard sob. "Oh...oh no, hey...hey don't...don't do that. It's gonna be alright."
He reached out and gingerly pat her back, then rubbed. He wished she would turn and hug him. Or that he could pick her up and hold her until she felt better. There was only one thing that would make her feel better - and Stan needed more than a few days of planning to manage a Heist on Northwest Manor. Especially if the target was a living animal.
...Right, Ham was a bad idea. Stupid - "I'm sorry about the sandwich," he said. It was that easy to apologize to Mabel. Especially when she was like this. When she needed it from him. "Do you want a PB&J?"
There was a long, tense not-quite-silence, filled with the sound of Mabel trying to control her sobs and cheerful birds that just didn't get the mood in the background. Finally, Mabel gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
Stan considered that a victory.
"Okay!" he said, then he pushed himself back to his feet with a heavy groan. "PB&J it is!" Then he turned and headed back into the shack.
He'd find a way to make Mabel okay again. Whatever it took.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Schitt's Creek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose
Characters: Patrick Brewer, David Rose (Schitt's Creek), Twyla Sands
Additional Tags: comfortween, Hurt/Comfort, Anxious David Rose, Anxiety, reiki, Relaxation
Series: Part 5 of Comfortween 2020
Summary:
David is having a high anxiety day, Patrick wants to help, and Twyla saves the day.
Comfortween day 31: Too Spooky! (Calming someone down after a fright or helping them with anxiety. )
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Schitt's Creek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose
Characters: David Rose (Schitt's Creek), Patrick Brewer
Additional Tags: comfortween, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, David Rose Loves Patrick Brewer
Series: Part 4 of Comfortween 2020
Summary:
“What the hell happened?” David demanded, his voice shrill. “Excuse me? Burly men carrying my husband? What happened?
Written for Comfortween Day 22: Winter Wonderland (Winter vacation accident. Broken bone while skiing/sledding, hypothermia, snow mobile crash, avalanche, blizzard)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Schitt's Creek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose
Characters: Patrick Brewer, David Rose (Schitt's Creek)
Additional Tags: comfortween, Hurt/Comfort, Headaches & Migraines, David Rose Loves Patrick Brewer, brief nausea
Series: Part 3 of Comfortween 2020
Summary:
Patrick develops a migraine; David turns out to be pretty handy to have around.
Written for Comfortween Day 20: Maybe Don’t Give 110%... (Exhaustion, overwork, migraines and headaches, needing to be convinced to take a break.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Schitt's Creek
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Patrick Brewer/David Rose
Characters: David Rose (Schitt's Creek), Patrick Brewer
Additional Tags: comfortween, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Kissing It Better, Mild Blood, Service Top Patrick Brewer
Series: Part 1 of Comfortween 2020
Summary:
David falls and can only think of his beloved pants; Patrick's priorities look different.
Day 5 Comfortween prompt: ‘Tis But a Scratch
Dealing with bleeding, blood loss, cleaning blood from someone, drinking blood.
Characters - Jonny D'Ville, Marius Von Raum, Gunpowder Tim.
Word Count - 372
Warnings: Fanon-Typical Violence, Gunshots, Blood, Personal Headcanons Explored Non-specifically.
"How many times has Tim cleaned that pile of guns?" Jonny asked, voice low and only just shy of conspiratorial.
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"Three," Marius answered, tone the same.
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Jonny considered. "D'ya think that means he's mad at us?"
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Marius shook his head. "If he starts over a fourth time, we might have a problem," almost as soon as he spoke, Tim finished his work and stepped away. Marius nodded, as if affirming that he was correct in his assumption that all was well.
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Tim returned with an armload of new guns, added them to his pile, and started cleaning again from the beginning.
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Marius blanched, and Jonny just stared pointedly at him - turning away from time to time to glance at Tim, who worked steadily and quickly. "We...should run," Jonny suggested. "Maybe hide? A little hiding never hurt, what do you think?"
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"We didn't do anything wrong though!" Marius protested.
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Too loudly, it turned out, as Tim's head snapped up to glare. His Mechanisms gleamed a silent threat and Jonny sprang back, all but ducking behind Marius. His hand still went to his gun. "Too late," he sing-songed.
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"I didn't do anything wrong!" Marius repeated to Tim. His own hands were in the air. He wasn't totally sure why he was putting them there.
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Tim snorted. "Wrong?" he echoed. "I didn't think you cared about moral judgments like that."
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Marius shrugged. "I really don't."
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Jonny was returning fire before he even realized he'd heard the gunshot. A moment later, Tim was dead and Marius was bleeding out. Jonny stood over him for a moment, and asked "What did you do?"
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Marius sighed heavily, and grunted against the pain in his abdomen. "...maybe let Tim sing Arachne in that song I brought you the concept for?" Jonny frowned deeply and Marius sighed, leaning against the wall as if trying to make peace with himself.
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Jonny sighed as well, and then shot Marius as well. He was at least dead for a moment. Jonny ignored the blood to hoist him over his shoulder and carry him off. Drop him in a bed somewhere.
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Denial was a difficult mistress, and when one has lost a fight with her - they deserve to at least wake up somewhere comfortable.
