Yandere Chrollo Drabble:

Yandere Chrollo Drabble:

The air seemed to part and make way for the sweetly savory scent that quickly filled the air. The view from the window was beautiful and only served to add to the idyllic view before you. Shifting in your seat, the soft cloth of your expensive clothing rubbed against your body, awashing it in tingles of warmth. Could this be anymore perfect?

As if on cue, your boyfriend-clad in an apron gifted to him by you ever so lovingly- peeked confidently from behind the corner leading into the source of the lovely smell.

Holding a plate cradling three flat cakes of perfect fluffiness and two neat servings of eggs, he smiled warmly and set the plate in front of you on the red oak table. Pausing to look at it, you make your way in front of the plate and swiftly render the food a pile of syrupy mess on the carpet.

It was funny how the atmosphere mimicked the now cold breakfast- a representation of your boyfriend’s goodwill- on the white carpet floor; being changed from warm and perfect, to cold and a vector to unwelcome corruption.

You would normally feel bad for treating him this way, but that sentiment has long worn out it’s welcome;these days, you’ve grown to relish in the thin line that would turn downwards, the way his eyes would lose it’s almost boyish light, and the way his voice would ever so slightly lower to a rumble.

These days, it’s the only thing you can call entertainment; to finally come closer to the truth of who your boyfriend, no, kidnapper, truly is.

I feel like Angel would most definitely try to convince Charlie to use this as "promotional advertisment for redemption...Or whatever". Most definitely Vaggie would have something to say about it 😂

Guys, I am so dumb 😂

Here I am putting "Requests Open" on my page, but asks and submissions weren't even enabled, lol. Anywho, I just want to thank you all for the kind comments, likes, follows, and reblogs. This all truly means a lot to me and I hope to create more schtuff in the future! ❤️

Honestly, Alucard most of the time hides behind a self-assured smile; man's is unflappable. What would really piss him off is someone he views as weak and not worthy of respect having a position of authority (and especially over him ). If you are said person (RIP), then anything you bring up to this man will piss him off. With how conservative Alucard is with giving others his time, he's likely to just phase through you and leave you gagging on the smoke of his incorporeal form (so basically supernatural crop dusting XD). What do you think?

POV: You Gave Alucard A Write-up

Being an HR manager is never easy, but it's made harder when you oversee Alucard. Integra needs to pay you more...

Gotta @thirstyforlulu cause I should have written a fic...but um...I'm a procrastinator? ^-^'

POV: You Gave Alucard A Write-up

Being an HR manager is never easy, but it's made harder when you oversee Alucard. Integra needs to pay you more...

Gotta @thirstyforlulu cause I should have written a fic...but um...I'm a procrastinator? ^-^'

I need to go to bed XD. Hopefully this doesn't sound ridiculous by the time I wake up later. Anyway, beautiful work as always.

His Immortal

Permission to use art from the INCREDIBLY talented @vanerchest. Feeling very honoured! I think about this piece often whenever I write Alucard angst.

C/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x senior!Reader, angst, on death and dying, hospital setting, hurt/no comfort, shadow writing. Inspired by the legendary song "My Immortal" by Evanescence Words: 995

You supposed you were the one who was selfish for choosing this mortal fate and leaving your greatest love behind.

Did you regret this path? Sometimes you thought perhaps you did. There would have been tons to gain by becoming an ageless vampire at his side, and on occasion, you used to speculate 'what if?'

It didn't matter. It was far too late to backtrack anyways, and it would be an insult to do so, after living such a beautiful, full lifetime spent with Alucard, teeming with precious memories and magical experiences. He aged with you through the decades –at least he made it so his appearance did.

But as with all mortals who lived long enough, you too eventually grew very old, frail, and sick. Your body betrayed you and no longer belonged to you. It didn't obey when you wanted to walk, speak, eat, or even breathe.

So here you lay in a hospital bed, intubated and sedated, machines replacing the function of vital organs while multiple drugs dripped nonstop to hold you captive in this realm. What a sight you made, with tubes protruding from every corner on your skeletal form.

Your body may have failed, but fortunately you never developed dementia. Your mental faculties were as crisp as the night you met so long ago. A piece of you was still buried within, floating from above and somehow aware of the happenings around you in your comatose state.

The various alarms and buzzing were only background noises by now, and there was little commotion this time as well, but you felt a sense of relief. Sighing inwardly, you wished Alu would leave your side for a moment so you could just die already, though you knew that was an empty hope. The vampire had not parted from the bedside your entire stay.

Was he scaring the nurses by crying again? You hoped he'd remember to make them forget this time. And not to terrorize the staff and force them to do whatever it took anymore. You recalled the time you surfaced with another set of thick tubes in your neck and groin, and how painful they were.

"You must live," he whispered to you at night at first. For his sake. So you did, trapped in the confines of your weathered shell, you continued to exist for him, slowly spiralling downhill until now.

With any other man, you'd be helpless to communicate in your vegetative state, but Alucard had never been as mediocre as 'normal.' So you begged him through telepathy. After all these years, reaching for his mind was as easy as sifting through your own thoughts, as natural as breathing (well, back when you were still able to do so independently). You implored him again to let you go. You were terminal and old, with no hope for recovery or any good prognosis. Being connected to every form of life support was not a life, just a sad fate that prolonged your suffering and delayed your inevitable expiration.

Long ago, he promised not to let you suffer.

Alu, please don't make them bring me back again when my heart stops.

The weary, congested muscle thudded weakly towards failure. You were already dead in every way except you still possessed vital signs. The numbers were just evidence of the drugs, transfusions, and machines at work though.

The irony wasn't lost on you. At the end of the road, after declining his many offers to turn you when you were a maiden, you were finally just like Alucard, the living dead. You'd laugh if you could.

...More than anything, you didn't want him to see you like this, a husk of the vibrant woman you once were when you fell for each other. The unlikely circumstances of your meeting and scenes from your life flashed by in an instant. The vampire would tell you throughout the decades, when he'd get in one of his romantic moods, that you'd always be his sprightly young woman no matter your age. He actually only told you again yesterday. Or was it last week? 

How long have you been laying here?

The mind's eye saw his seated figure clearly and smiled. Actually, your tired mind pondered, you certainly did not regret a moment of your life with Alucard. He was the perfect partner and his unchecked devotion never gave you a reason to regret choosing him. Your lifespan was too short for that, he used to tell you.

But you regretted leaving him behind to be alone once more.

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Your heart stopped. And he loved you enough to let you go.

You were free.

Your spirit lifted from the prison of your flesh and you soared, wrapping around your love with your incorporeal form, sinking into him and caressing the unbeating heart that had ever belonged to you. This time, you wiped away the blood tears that fell.

You quivered.

Liberated from the pains and illnesses of advanced age, it was as if you'd become new and for the first time ever, like the fog lifted and you could finally see with clarity. Your non-existent chest tightened at the sight of your love crushed by your death, looking utterly devastated and lost. There was no sobbing or outward breakdown, but you knew his expressions well.

Nebulous fingers smoothed over inky black locks while you cradled his cheek. Glistening eyes the colour of polished rubies stared blankly at your lifeless corpse, your chest still rising and falling mechanically before the ventilator was turned off. He could not feel your soothing touch anymore and it broke you.

...

You will watch over your vampire from above and wait for him for the rest of your eternity, until he returned to dust and was no more. Then you'd meet him wherever he ended up. Just as he was, you were bound by the life you left behind.

And even if he was unaware, he still had all of you.

~End~

(For more angsty romance, check out my one-shot “Without You” on AO3. Warning: Smut abounds in that one. It is about the occasion when Reader chooses to remain human for her remaining days with Alucard. You will find similar themes to this short scene)