Ahhh! The Purring Thing Is So Cute! My Cat Knows When I'm Upset Or Unwell Because She'll Hover Around

Ahhh! The purring thing is so cute! My cat knows when I'm upset or unwell because she'll hover around me and try to climb on top of me to purr and lick my chin.

Anyway, I'm just imagining two big ass vampires purring like kittens. I bet Dracula and Alucard would also 1000% purr against you if you were unwell. Headache? They're nuzzled up alongside you, gently rumbling. Bad day? They'll be sitting with your head against their chest as you vent. They'd be like cats, lol. Cats that could rip a man limb from limb, but still. It would be so sweet.

-melody anon

THIS IS GENIUS!

Dracula is more open with his purring, you’re his beloved and he’s not ashamed of any love he has to give you. Stomach ache? He’s nuzzling close to your stomach just so his purrs rumble, and massage your stomach.

He loves holding you close, and anytime he can he will hold you and start purring.

If you point it out his purrs only grow, as he knows you love it, and will nuzzle his face into your neck and leave rumbling kisses just to make you feel better.

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Alucard is much the same, his purrs are at at much lower volume than his father’s but that doesn’t make much of a difference when he’s curled around you, nuzzling his cheek against yours and purring in your ear.

He loves it when you slide in his lap while he’s reading, just to lay against him, it always gets his purrs going. Or you kissing him repeatedly, it has him melting and purring so loudly.

When you’re in pain or just had a bad day he’s instantly wrapped around you, cloak and all, just to make you feel better.

He loves you and hates it when you’re upset in anyway, he wants to make you feel better.

This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.

This man makes me think and write things I've never written about before. Praise kink, sorta kinda breeding kink if you squint your eyes, female receiving oral sex, mentions of other sexual positions, reader insert. I haven't posted smutty fanfic in a long time so please forgive me.

You had never considered it. As Adrian had spoken about wanting a family you initially dismissed the idea. Having children was not something you had wanted, ever. The vague idea had been there but never with other lovers, more the fact that everyone expected you to have children because you had the parts for it. But after spending months with Adrian and the way he talked to the children of the village, your body deeply imagined it, pressing your consciousness to not dismiss the idea and the blossoming desire in you. 

“ Do you want to have a baby with me? His deep voice was soothing and gentle, as his golden eyes peered into your soul pleading while he sipped his wine at dinner.

The question was honest. His eyes said it all. He loved you and for him, that love surpassed all else but he would always wonder what life would be like were you carrying his seed in your womb.

“I’m sorry.” He looked as if you had already denied him yet you hadn’t said a thing. “ But I would love to make you a mother but if you don’t want….I know the world we live in is not safe but I dare to imagine it so with you.”

Your body reacted in a surprising way. It warmed to the idea of a child…his child… growing inside you. You interrupted his clearly practiced request with a kiss and begged him to breed you right there on the spot. Why did it feel so right with him? He was so eager that the dinner dishes were thrown into the floor as he laid you out on the dinner table and fucked you properly all while resisting the urge to nip at your neck but you encouraged him to… if you were going to have his child you wanted all of him.

  Lovemaking for the next few months had become a passionate endeavor not just to fuck and be satisfied with one another, though there was plenty of that evident in the bite marks that covered your body, especially the ones on the insides of your thighs. He enjoyed devouring you regardless of who took the lead that night. Promises to take care of you, give you whatever you needed, to ensure that you were safe and happy carrying the life inside you were daily prayers from him. 

So it shouldn’t have surprised you that when penetration became uncomfortable in the last months of your pregnancy he was more than happy to forgo his own pleasure just to see you unravel. He would take his time exploring your body. Slowly parting your folds, fingers, and tongue working so diligently to please you. Adrian would kiss you and tease you until you were begging him. His sharp teeth running across your skin but never sinking into you, the fear of hurting you while with child was a hard rule for him so you forwent love bites for the time being. But his mouth made up for it in so many other ways, kissing down your chest slowing only to suck at your nipples even when your breasts had become full with milk. He wouldn’t drink but he was not concerned if a little dribbled out on his tongue. The look in his eyes said he enjoyed it but would never ask.

  Long elegant fingers slid across the tight skin of your swollen belly followed by his soft lips and a gentle drag of his sharp nails. A tiny reminder of how your days of animalistic sex weren’t over. Just on pause.

“ God I love watching you come.” Golden eyes praising you in his loving gaze. His warm breath across your mound, a delicate kiss right above the places aching for him the most.

“You’re so beautiful. The way your back arches as if you are possessed by pleasure. I love knowing that I am the cause of that possession….” 

He would stop and resume his attention across your thighs until you melted. Which was part of the plan. He loved the taste of you. You were now very aware of his desire to pleasure you, you opened to him and let him drink his fill not of your blood but your nectar. He would run his tongue slowly across the most inner and intimate folds before dipping inside you to lap at your core. His name would echo through the halls of the castle as you cried out clutching his hand as he reached for yours knowing that you wanted to touch him in some small way. 

“ The way you look splayed out for me, your skin blushing down your face and neck to those delicious plump breasts.” He would urge you toward oblivion with the sound of his voice. 

Pulling away from where he had been tonguing your clit to speak his words of encouragement. His fingers would replace his lips as he pulled you against his lean naked form to sit in his lap while he slowly and reverently finger fucked you. But he was always gentle, never too deep, and if it was too much to bear he would run loving circles around your clit until you cried out his name. 

 “Be a good girl and come for me, that’s it.” He would pull you up until you stared into his eyes. “ Let me watch.” He would whisper as if he wasn’t the one causing you the most intense pleasure. His hard cock would be against your ass, the tip covered in his arousal and still he would beg you. “I want to feel you spasm on my fingers.” 

And as you climaxed pulling at his long, pale hair he would continue. 

“ My god you are ravishing like this, absolutely undone. I don’t want to stop.”

Sometimes he would finish himself while you watched, occasionally you would licking the tip, but once again though he was afraid that any undo stress would be bad for you and the baby. Other times he seemed content just to see you climax in his arms. His last words were always the same as you drifted off to sleep in orgasmic bliss. 

“ I promise to kiss away the pain whenever you wish…. even after you have given birth.”

You knew he meant it too. He would wait patiently until he you were ready but did not want to miss the opportunity to pleasure you with his mouth. 

“ I love making you come. I think it might be my favorite thing.”

As your daughter was asleep in his childhood room, he would lay you out in front of the fireplace in your bedroom, eager to lick the soreness away until he could be inside you again.

Praise

This is incomplete and I don't know if I am happy with much of it. There are parts of it I love but I feel like it might need a bit of a rework. Thought I would share, may someone else find joy in the idea as well. Mentions of smut with no real smut yet, praise kink, a bit of soft dom Alucard. In my mind he's always an exploratory switch.

“I’ve been thinking, my love,” Alucard turned from where he was cutting plums and slowly walked toward you, “that there are other ways of satisfying those particular desires of yours.”

“Hmm.” You looked up from your book at the kitchen table not quite sure what he was talking about until he gave you a mischievous smile with a raised eyebrow.

“Stand up for me please.” Alucard reached out helping pull you to your feet. Pleasure shot through your body just from his tone, a request you could not deny. “I can give you a sense of my authority without restraining or demeaning you.”

When you had presented the idea, Alucard was fine with being in control so to speak. He even expressed he preferred it to him being vulnerable. But binding and degrading you was a hard no for him. After telling you of his experiences in the past, it was completely understandable as to why he did not want to ever involve anyone being tied down, and humiliation was never on the table because he loved you too much. He could not understand what it was that caused these cravings. “There’s something about giving myself over to your whims that excites me” you told him after practically begging him to bite you, which he also refrained from doing for fear of hurting you. You never mentioned any of this again after that initial conversation because honestly you loved him entirely too much to speak about it. Apparently he had been thinking about it though, much to your surprise. 

You stood not even sure what was about to happen but your body had reacted simply from the tone of his voice—the slow pleasure physically manifested between your thighs.

“Open your mouth.” He stood towering over you, his deep dulcet tone lulling you to obey.

As instructed you opened your mouth. Slowly he slid a long slender finger across your tongue lettling his nail drag just a little but not enough to cause you actual pain. 

“Now close your mouth my love.” Pleasure spiked through your body as the tip of his finger crossed your lips tasting of sweet plums causing a shudder to erupt from inside you. “Now that’s my good girl.”

The praise urged you to melt into his arms, completely at his mercy now.

“Do you understand?” He said softly, running a thumb across your lips. 

“Yes…” Your voice barely a whisper as you stared into those infinitely beautiful golden eyes that were shadowed by pleasure at your obedience. 

“Yes what?”

A million thoughts ran through your mind. What did he want you to say? Not master that was too obscene for him, certainly not daddy neither of you would enjoy that after the issues you both have with your fathers, probably not sir... Perhaps….

“Yes, Adrian.” 

His eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes darling, when we are like this I would prefer you use my name instead of my title.” His voice was low and you could tell he was fighting the urge to take you on the spot. Alas Trevor and Sypha were coming for a visit and would arrive at any moment. “Later you will be rewarded for your good behavior.” 

He leaned in for a kiss but instead ghosted his lips against yours and then smiled showing a bit of fang. An audible whimper left your mouth as your whole body needed that kiss but instead you were met with a chuckle.

“I think the anticipation might be worse than tying you down. I won’t deny you pleasure but, you might have to wait a bit.” He smirked and your mind reeled with possiblities. 

Over dinner Alucard had more of his swagger whereas you could not look anyone in the eyes for fear of what they would see. You had been reduced to a puddle with the most subtle of dominance and you had to admit from him, it was far more intense than any rougher experiences with lovers past. He watched you figit after dinner. Sypha excited about the birth of her and Trevor’s upcoming child, Trevor’s constant teasing about what their child would be named while Sypha argued back, all the while Alucard was content to give you lustful glipses. At one point he had pushed you aside against a wall in the kitchen as you were taking dishes to the sink.

“How wet are you darling?” He whispered in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin set your body electric with need. “I could check you know….” The game excited him as much as you now, if not more.

You had audibly gasped but were saved by Sypha bringing her empty plate to be washed. She had only looked at you and smiled as if to give her approval. She and Trevor both were close to Alucard and while they had always been kind to you, there was the lingering feeling as if they had been watching to make sure you didn’t hurt him. 

“That’s a good girl.” He had said leaving you flustered against the wall while he served dessert. 

You were certain that Trevor could tell.

The stolen glances that begged Alucard to make good on his promises. The building tension inside your body threatening to overwhelm you at any moment was making you so unnerved it felt like he was edging you. 

Trevor had seen the way you and Alucard shared a brief moment over souffle. As the fork left your lips Alucard smiled and said “Good, my love?” in the same tone as earlier, a reminder to previous events of the day. You had turned bright red and Trevor had laughed. 

“You two need to finish whatever started before we got here. She looks as if she's gonna burst into flames, Alucard.” Trevor gave a knowing smile.

“Oh, she knows I would never deny her.” Alucard’s voice always aroused things in you but it was worse like this but also…so so good.

You tried to talk about the baby or something you had found in the Belmont library while exploring the Hold but all you could think about was Alucard. 

The souffle was delicious. Everyone had complimented him on dinner, as he was an amazing cook, even Trevor hadn’t given him any shit about it. Sypha had excused herself from the table and was now walking around the castle toward Alucard’s library. You decided to join her deciding that putting a bit of distance between you and Alucard would help the smolder inside you. 

“You two seem very happy and in love. I’m glad. After everything he deserves it.” She smiled her blue eyes wide with happiness and to some degree approval. 

“I do love him very much and I would never hurt him, Sypha. I would fight to protect him from anything and everything.” And you would. You would lay waste to the land if anything happened to him very much like his father did for his mother….

“Good. Now I was going to look through here to find another name to pester Trevor with,” the two of you giggled so that you didn’t hear the approach of your lovers. “I had hoped you had brought some of the books from the Belmont Hold. I keep saying Trefor, we both know he hates it, but we still haven’t chosen a name.” 

While you didn’t hear either of them you immediately sensed Alucard behind you and immediately turned. 

“Darling.” He smiled, licking the point of one of his sharp teeth. 

“Sypha, Alucard has been kind enough to offer us a bedroom on the other side of the castle far away from his.” He cocked a knowing eyebrow at me. “Surely you need to rest.”

“I suppose we should leave the love birds alone. Alucard has been looking like he would devour her since we walked in the door. And she and I were trying to find another name for the baby and still all I can come up with is Trefor.” Sypha's favorite hobby was driving Trevor insane. 

“Please don't think I am a bad host, perhaps wine before bed and I was kind enough to buy a cask of ale for you, Belmont.”

“If you insist.” Trevor smiled and took Sypha by the hand walking in the direction of the kitchen. 

You tried to follow behind but Alucard caught you by the arm as you passed by him.

“I can hear it, you know. The way your heart is racing and there is a faintest smell of desire.” He chuckled darkly. “Would it help if I promised to lick your thighs clean?”

“Adrian…I…” You shivered, unable to take much more.

“That's good, my love. I will make it all better shortly.” Alucard turned and tipped your head upward by placing a finger on your chin. “Now open up, please.”

He smiled watching lust engulf you in desperation. 

You did as requested receiving the same treatment as before but this time once his finger left your mouth he leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip. 

“This is also a lesson in patience for me but I do enjoy watching you squirm, so much so I believe this will be a permanent game. Now be a good girl and join us for a drink.”

A persistent Shadow (Part 2)

Pairing: Alucard x Werewolf reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to be one of them. Humans. Adrian had seen it. How you would mellow your voice, how you would smile at little kids running alleys. You were kind despite whatever the world condemned you to...you did not let it bargain your soul.

AN: Finally a part 2...can't believe we made it. Let's go people. ADHD-0, Hermit- 1. Just ignore the plot holes (live and let live).

Please read Part 1 first (do it or else I'll come for you)

Warning: Graphic violence, blood gore. Seriously don't read if you get queasy easily.

He finds you again. It isn't hard to find you. Not when he knows you so well. It's you but something amiss.

Your eyes do not greet him with recognition. You do not smile bashfully at his sight as you have always done. No...it's all wrong. All messed up.

You are there in the middle of an arena, your pupils have contracted into slits as they always do during your transformation. Your growls fill the area. You're so agitated. Even the sound of bones adjusting to the transformation is yet to settle.

He almost steps forward but then he see it. A muzzle. Your sharp fangs bite against a muzzle. Your arms struggle against the chains that bind you to ground.

Adrian's feet do not stop after that. His eyes do not leave you for a second. Who had dare to put you here...in such a vulnerable form. He speeds past the gathered audience. He needs to take you away. Maybe the forest nearby or anywhere remote where you can change back.

You would not want this. You would not want anyone to witness this. Your monstrous form is not for anyone to see. He had never wanted this. He had not expect all this to play out in this manner.

You wanted to be one of them. Humans. Adrian had seen it. How you would mellow your voice, how you would smile at little kids running alleys. You were kind despite whatever the world condemned you to...you did not let it bargain your soul.

He knew better than anyone in the hundreds flogging the audience. His Y/n would not consent to this. How much it would hurt you. Way beyond the physical hurt the humans had carved onto your body.

He had exposed your truth to the village head because he wanted you back. He had wanted you to come back to his side. He had not expect this...

"Cease!" A pair of arms envelop Adrian's shoulders, their grip unyielding, pulling him back from the precipice. "Release me," he contends, muscles taut as he wrestles with the guards who detain him. His fingers brush against the cold metal of the gate, the barrier that cleaves the arena from the tiers of onlookers.

Adrian's struggle against the guards intensifies, his determination fueling a surge of raw energy. Sinews flex beneath his skin as he strains against their grip, his heart pounding with an urgency that matches the fervor in his eyes. "Let me through!" he demands, voice edged with desperation and a determination that brooks no compromise.

"Who dares to interrupt the spectacle of His Highness, the Second Prince?" Another voice reaches Adrian's ears. A young man dressed in the finery of royalty. The man's flowing hair lay braided intricately. Jewels, delicate silk, and authority. He was someone of power. If not the second prince himself.

Adrian does not waste another second. He kneels. His pride, his arrogance does not matter. "I beseech you, release her," bows his head. "Please let her leave. She's injured. Allow me to take her away. I beg you." Adrian joins his hands in a plea.

The man in front of him was the only hope. He could save your soul or whatever was left of it. "Pfft," steps enter Adrian's downtrodden vision. "She is a present to the kingdom. You could kill every single guard in this arena and she would still fight," Cold fingers tip Adrian's head up. With a sinister smile the man inches close to him. "We would much rather have you watch. More fun for my master," turning to the guards the man speaks, "Take him to the prince's pedestal. Let him watch everything unfold and let us watch him."

Adrian tries to shrug off the hands that try to bind him. "Summon as many guards as needed," he hears the snake-like man sneer, his voice a sinister echo. A sharp pang blooms from Adrian's shoulder, a needle piercing his skin, and then, a swift descent into numbness. His body feels foreign, limbs unresponsive, consciousness dimmed. Words evade him.

"That would keep you quiet big boy," the man pats his shoulder as guards drag him. It is away. Away from you. They drag him where the royalty entertain themselves with his spectacle.

From the fine seat next to fading faces Adrian watches you. Your wrists are bleeding with the manacles that dig into them. He tracks the blooming bruises spread all over your body. Your arms are full of burns. Skin charred blistering and infected. But you don't seem to notice them. Instead all your body seems to be taut with tension.

As tension mounts the arena, Adrian seems him. Your opponent enter the arena. Dressed in gleaming armor, holding a mighty sword he is welcomed with audience's cheers.

No one unbinds you. It is unfair in every way possible. Without a weapon, without your bodily autonomy you are made to fight a battle you did not want.

The knight's long sword hits your shoulder, it's tip forcing its way into your skin tearing away the tissue that builds faster with you healing, blood flows like a river but you don't even wince as you turn around to pounce at the knight who pushes you into the ground. His pointed metal-edged shoes dig into your abdomen. You cave in. For the first time Adrian see it. Pain.

It is a flickering sight before you pick yourself back again. Against every blow you get up. Equally fierce. And then it snaps. Against the metal confines of your muzzle your teeth find their freedom.

It all happens in slow motion. A feral roar rends the air as you lunge forward, your jaw clamp around chainmail, piercing flesh, crimson mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Digging deep into the skin. This time the blood is not yours. Chaos unleashes itself.

Men enter the arena, pushing you back. Your teeth cling to the knight's leg. Even as a group pushes you away from the withering man, all present can't help but notice the chunk of skin in your mouth. A piece of the knight's flesh dangles from your jaw.

Adrian sits there watching as binds are placed on you again. This time tighter. The royal figure by the prince's side descends to the arena, bearing needles with a casual detachment that betrays their malevolent intent. They prick your neck, an act of violence disguised as a clinical procedure. Blood flows anew, your body convulsing in response to the invasion.

Drawing more blood. Adrian's heart betrays his motionless body. You fall limp. "Now you all shall see how monsters such as this should be punished. How these evil deserve to be dealt with. These creatures that dare kill our men and destroy our world," Words from the man seem to ignite cheering in the crowd.

As you wither under the gaze of the bloodthirsty throng, the cheers cascade into a deafening crescendo. Your body is ensnared in a ceaseless tug-of-war between your dual natures, trapped in a cycle of transformation that remains uncompleted. Your bones shift indecisively.

The growls that once reverberated through the arena now dwindle, swallowed by the mounting chaos. In their place, a horrid whine pierces the air, a gut-wrenching sound. They continue kicking your form. Even with the pain they have already unleashed upon you.

Your eyes loose focus neither human nor the beast the world deems you to be. They land on Adrian separated by few paces. They seem so empty. So different from anything and everything he knows them to be. Your lips move without a noise but he hear it in the loud crowd, Adrian hears it louder than ever "pleas-" you whisper.

Weird Alucard Mermaid AU

AN: @queenondeezmatatas I am sorry but my brain is not functioning and I cannot properly write a mermaid au for Alucard but I tried...its a little crackhead. (P.S. I have been listening to the same song for past week, my adhd is at its peak)

Summary: “when I asked for a souvenir I meant something smaller…”

“It was your first time on a boat and you brought back a mermaid?”

“Technically it’s a merman,” 

“Bitch you can’t even swim-” Aril paused with a comical expression on his face. “Listen,” he gently held your shoulders and spoke in an exasperated tone, “when I asked for a souvenir I meant something smaller…”

Uncaring of your brother who was minutes away from a break down you could not help but admire your find. “Isn’t he pretty,” you tucked away the disarrayed strands of slumbering merman’s hair. Pretty golden hair that complimented his glimmering black tail.

“Do you think we should cover him with a blanket or would that be weird for his skin textu-”

“Y/N this isn’t the time to think about skin texture!” Aril finally exploded with his booming voice. He motioned his hand to where the merman lay, “We have a Merman in our house. On my bed. 50 miles away from the shore.” Whenever Aril got mad his face turned red. Tomato red. It was comical. “He could die, for all I know we could be killed by this creature.”

“Just why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t leave him to die Aril,” you met the merman on the shores of the busy port city. A place where many wandered yet, none cared to look at the injured creature by the water. Maybe none had seen him. But he was there, motionless and pale in the waters that seem to bleed red with his injured tail.

So abandoning the hard-earned boat ride that you had bought, you covered the merman in your cloak and carried him on your back. You did take a carriage ride but that isn’t dramatic enough to be mentioned.

Maybe you could have been smarter and left the merman in the coastal town, where he would be closer to his home but you could not bring yourself to do it. Not when the town with brimming merchants is also a hub for illegal slaves. 

The wounds on his tail and the marks on his wrists were enough signs to not let him suffer any more confinement. And if it is the sea, he desired, then you would give him that. You would take him back wherever he desired.

“Whoever you are,” you took the merman’s hand in yours. His much colder than yours. “I promise you that I will not bind you to this place and I promise you the warmth of this hearth, even though you might not like that so…more like the water of our lake?” You smile at your own little joke. Too bad the merman does not get to listen to your excellent innuendoes yet.

But something told you that he would soon. Maybe it was the deepening frown between his eyebrows.

Blood, crashing relentless waves, coarse sand of the seabed on his tail, nails scratching his skin until it gave away to blood. Screams surrounded him. They were after him. They want him dead just like they killed his mother. 

They killed his mother. Ha…Alucard felt an unbearable pressure on his chest. His mother was dead…and his father was gone in grief. Lost to the world as his mother was. Only one left was him. 

Not for long though. He would join them. Maybe his pursuers would grant him the mercy of joining his mother. 

A big chunk of his tail had been ripped apart by claws. It bled into the sea. Vanishing into the depths of storming waves. 

Rippling pain continued to pulse through him. Even in the dark of his unconscious mind, it stayed. Ever present. Until it settled onto his every pore. A grating sensation.

Alucard’s eyes flew open and what welcomed him was not the comforting dark of the sea but something different…it was wood. Was he on a ship? He could not feel the waves, nor could he sense the existence of other sea creatures.

“I told you blanket was not a right choice for slimy mermen,” Alucard very much wanted to protest that he was not a slimy merman. But before he could another voice replied “Jeez forgive me Y/N that I am not a mermaid, expert and that I didn’t plan for our little guest that you brought.”

First of all, Alucard was not little. “Mer…merman,” he tried to interject his capturers who had entrapped him under a formidable net, likes of which he had never seen.

“Yeah I told you he’s a merman- wait what?” a note of surprise rang in the voice of one named Y/N, “shit…you’re awake!” 

“Aril you got the pan?” Is he going to be cooked? He heard the tales from others of his kind. Humans loved to devour almost anything edible. 

Alucard's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He was trapped, captured by these humans, and his fate seemed uncertain. The memories of his mother's death and the relentless pursuit by his attackers still haunted him, and now he found himself in an entirely different danger.

The wood above him, the lack of crashing waves, and the absence of other sea creatures made it evident that he was no longer in the sea. There was no easy escape from land…had he been on a ship it would be easier.

The voices of his captors, Y/N and Aril, continued to echo around him, their words both confusing and alarming. Y/N seemed to be surprised by something, perhaps his ability to communicate, while Aril seemed preoccupied with something called a "pan."

"Aril, maybe we should think this through. He seems aware, and he's not attacking us."

Aril grumbled in response, his tone still cautious. "Aware or not, he's still a merman, and we can't just ignore the risks. What if he lures others of his kind to attack us?"

"Hey," Alucard looked at the owner of the hesitant voice, which belonged to you—the woman with the brightest voice and a staggering intellect. You returned his gaze with a blinding smile. "You okay?" you asked, your concern evident as you pointedly stared at the sheet covering him.

Your words, though familiar in their cadence, were foreign to Alucard. He struggled to focus on what you were saying, his head pounding with a thudding ache. His tail was his only connection to the sea, and without water, it felt foreign and uncomfortable. The air seemed to cling to him, grating against his exposed skin.

Desperate to free himself from the constraining cloth, Alucard tried to pry it off. The fabric stuck to him, unlike the seamless flow of water through his fingers. The air seemed ruthless and his hands flapped awkwardly. Despite his efforts, the cloth persisted, trapping him like the nets that humans used to ensnare sea creatures. "Let me help ," you spoke again, your fingers inching towards him.

As your hands neared him, Alucard couldn't shake the memory of the claw marks on his back, inflicted by his own people. The pain was still fresh, and he couldn't trust these humans, even though you seemed to want to help.

He bared his teeth in a defensive growl, a warning to keep your distance. Uncertainty clouded his mind, unsure of your intentions and whether he could trust you. The memory of his mother's death at the hands of humans haunted him, and he couldn't risk facing a similar fate.

You paused, sensing his fear and apprehension. Your eyes softened with understanding, and you slowly withdrew your hand

You encounter a stalemate, as you watch a wriggling merman who won’t let you help him. Behind you, you can feel Aril with a pan in his grasp. Your own defenses had sprung up at the sight of menacing fangs that the mer possessed. 

Yet, it is not just fear that welcomes you but also a longing tug. You can see the wounds on the mer’s back. A story imprinted on his body. But even in his clumsy movements there is a desperation. A need to save himself. It would be easy to help him and free him or maybe knock him out and release him back into the seas that he comes from. But the forming tears in his eyes stop you.  And maybe that is the reason that you step back and allow the creature to fight his battle with your bedsheet. You allow him the freedom of his struggle.

And as you do so, you yank a hesitant Aril out of the house. “Get some Kingfoil for him,” your brother rightfully glares at you. He is afterall, smarter than you in most situations. “What? You want me to get herbs?” You exaggeratedly point at yourself. “You want the fish inside to die…don’t tell me you want to grill it into our next dinner,” Aril does not entertain your shenanigans. “He doesn’t look that appetizing but…”

“I’ll go but you keep this,” your brother very responsibly hands you his trusted pan. “Aim for his head if he is a menace.” He expectantly looks at you. You grace him with a firm salute which he does not appreciate enough and walks away towards the woods.

By the time you return the mer, seems to have won the battle with your sheet and pants on your brother’s bed with fervor of an exhausted lover. 

“Well well, looks like you won,” your clever remark goes very much unanswered. At this point you contemplate signing your words when the mer replies in a hoarse voice, “water,” which very much should not be considered a reply but you do not ponder on that issue as you see the said merman daintily faint back into oblivion. 

“Time for a second trip,” you push up your sleeves and stare at the pan that your brother bestowed upon you…no you aren’t going to cook him. You were better than that.

Kingsfoil will have to wait. 

Your afternoon is spent repackaging your merman into a less suspicious form which unfortunately involves putting the sheet back on. For the second time you crack your back at you prepare to carry the huge guy on it. 

The beginnings of the lake right by your house start to show up. “I hope you like it big guy.” With a splash, the giant fish falls into the water and you do not cringe at the sound it makes or the amount of water it sprays on your abused back. 

Adrian felt the rush of water around him as he swam, his senses attuned to this unfamiliar aquatic environment. The water was gentle and cool, a far cry from the hot summer sea of his home. His eyes flew open, taking in the swaying waves of the water body, though it lacked the vastness of the ocean and the familiar taste of brine he grew up with.

The water here felt lighter, and he could sense the curious whispers of the fish surrounding him. It was as if they were welcoming him to this new realm. The soothing water worked wonders on his wounded body, and he felt the relief of being free from the strange cloth that had trapped him earlier.

As he swam further, he saw your back turned to him, standing near the edge of the water. Without realizing it, his actions led him closer to you, and before he knew it, his hand tugged at your heel. You let out a screech as you fell into the water, but Adrian couldn't stop himself. Fear, anger, and a sense of betrayal filled him as he watched you struggle to keep afloat.

Instinctively, his tail wrapped around you, holding you in place as he pinned you to the edge. Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to pry your hands away from him. A whirlwind of questions filled his mind. Who are you? Why did you bring me here? What do you want from me?

But before he could voice any of these questions, he noticed your eyes closing shut, and your limbs losing their force. Panic surged through him as he tried to understand what was happening. Just as confusion gripped him, a force pushed into him.