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A modern AU, with coffee and the morning rise to start the day, meant to try and encapsulates all of the themes from @gretacardweek

Sunshine morning relaxation after dancing under the moon all night at Dracula and Lisa’s masquerade party. Greta’s sweet pomegranate perfume still lingering from her Cyrene costume, and Alucard’s spice cologne reminds her of him as Apollo. Forever immortalized in the photo booth snapshots on their nightstand.

Day 4, Prompt 4 - Coffee and Calligraphy

For day 4, prompt 4 of @gretacardweek; a meet cute at the coffee shop turns into a date. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34925710

It was always like clockwork for him. Same time in the morning rush hour, same black coffee order and butter croissant. The tall, fair-haired stranger with the ethereal good looks and crisp clothes. Greta looked eagerly at the clock, counting down the seconds until he arrived.

In all honesty, she would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t have a bit of a crush on him. She just hoped she wasn’t as obvious as her best friend claimed she was.

“You’re staring again”, Marius snickered as he walked over to her counter, still finishing off the remains of his blueberry muffin and cappuccino. Marius Gharbi, who owned the tattoo parlor next to Greta’s flower-coffee joint shop. It was a business plan the two best friends had set up, with Greta lending the occasional hand with his clients’ more artistic tattoo designs.

Greta laughed in response to his teasing, leaning against her desk. “It’s not staring….he’s just not here at the exact time he usually is.” Marius rolled his eyes in her faux attempts to dodge his teasing. “Oh, so you’re keeping tabs on him now? Didn’t think that was a thing for couples, or whatever you call yourselves nowadays.”

Greta only laughed harder as she shoved into her friend’s shoulder. Just then, the one she was anticipating briskly walk through the door. Only a man such as tall and elegant as he could make flushed and flustered still sexy in the early hours of the morning. Greta noticed Adrian’s coming in and made her way behind the counter. “Well someone’s in a bit of a rush this morning.”

Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, heir to his father’s conglomerate businesses and corporations and a polyglot like his mother, let out one of his most undignified laughs. Any other occurrence, he would have been embarrassed of his laugh, but seeing the reaction upon the young woman’s face made him think otherwise. Was it just the adrenaline kicking it, or was his heart beating faster than normal?

Greta quickly prepared his coffee, before handing the sleeved cup to him. “Well, don’t worry about that too much this morning. Lucky you have me to run and look out for your life now. Go ahead and take this for today, on the house.” Adrian smiled softly at her kind gesture, a light blush coming across his cheeks. “Thank you…Ms. Danesti.” “Oh, it’s just Greta, only Greta here.” Alucard took one of her hands into his, a gentle shake goodbye before he departed. “Goodbye, Greta. May your day be well.” As he pulled away and made his way towards the exit, Greta noticed something in her hand.

A small, folded piece of paper wedged between her fingers. Confused at the gesture, she unfolded the piece to some of the most visually pleasing calligraphy she had seen with a phone number written at the bottom.

I’ve noticed you for quite a while now since I’ve visited, and want to get to know you better. Would you want to go to dinner sometime?

Smiling deeply at his gesture, Greta perked her head up at Marius’s amused laughter. “Well, it seems that he finally made his move.”

Day 3, Prompt 3 - Stay With Me, Always

For day 3, prompt 3 of @gretacardweek , the past is brought back and both struggle with how to confront it.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34908346

If she ever felt fear in her life, Greta was an expert at hiding it. Only now, she wanted to yield wearing that mask of faux bravery. Even after the war that Dracula had waged, it did not quite seem over yet. There were whisperings among the few remnants of what remained of vampire leadership, so it did not come as a surprise to Alucard that there were sightings of a man and woman making a new life in England.

By the time word had reached the village, it had been well over a year since its establishment, and since Alucard and Greta had begun their courtship. The more information that sources brought in, the more it became clear. It was his family, the ones who were at the beginning of this journey and the ones who would be the end of it. At least an end to the doubts, fear, and nightmares that still replayed in his mind from time to time.

They held onto each other late one night, a few days before their departure to England. It was just a brief trip, one to quell the rumors that had been circulating of Dracula’s appearance there. Alucard held her close, brushing his fingers through her silken locks, a nervous tick he had adopted over the past year.

“Is this what my life is meant to be? An endless journey of false promises and reminders of the past? Am I even supposed to be happy?” Greta shifted in the bed to place her hands on both sides of his face. “You can’t change what happened back then….but I never want to hear those sort of words from you again. You never pain or misery, only peace and happiness from this.”

Alucard looked at her intensely, swallowing before he gave his answer. “I know what this may mean for you…what he’s done, Greta, I know that any word from him can’t come close to what could be an apology. If you don’t want to, then…”

She placed a finger over his lips to silence him, trying to gather her words. “You were there for me, and continue to be every day. I will be there with you again….and maybe seeing him…maybe it may help me confront that. As a start.”

They laid gently next to each other for what seemed as an eternity before giving in to their desires. The night began with doubts and worries, but ended with bouts of passion where she began and ended and where he joined her as well.

In between the gasps, caresses, moans and kisses Greta and Alucard created that last semblance of peace they would know for a while. An endless desire of lust and passion, their kisses for each other sweeter than anything on this Earth and the ever burning heat that warmed them both.