Hi. First off in love with your writing here it’s all top tier and I especially love how you write Adrien/Alucard.
I was wondering if you could make a thing where the reader tries to protect him from a nightwalker but ends up badly hurt. After being healed and potentially getting scolded by we know who, she then asks him to train her to defend herself. But, it leads to something like that cute scene from season 3 but without the treachery that follows and more wholesomeness instead.
Like Breathing
In which Alucard scolds her and she accidentally confesses her feelings.
[She/her]
I realised I still haven’t written a confession moment or a first-kiss moment, so this seems like a great opportunity! Hope the conclusion is fluffy enough for you. 🤍
It’s coming!
It’s coming at him from behind!
In the next second, her body moves of its own accord, shielding her companion from the night creature's horrific claws, a pathetic dagger in her hands. But almost immediately, she finds herself shoved, seemingly carelessly flung to the undergrowth, breath forcibly knocked out of her lungs.
She hears Alucard growling through the ringing in her ears—"Stay out of the way!"—right before it rains blood everywhere, nearly completely drenching her.
The monster she’d jumped in front of now lies immobile, grotesquely cut in half, discarded on the damp grass near her. Just like its other companions, littered to her left and right. She nearly gags from the smell and the sight of them.
And then she’s being roughly hauled off her throbbing and possibly swollen feet by her arms, sending her stumbling straight into Alucard’s hard chest, encaged in his arms. The adrenaline’s wearing off now and suddenly she finds herself trembling, but so are the arms wrapped around her, she realises. She holds on to him for dear life.
He pulls away from her then, holding her in place by her shoulders, and he’s angry, fiercely angry with her, so livid he’s quivering from it.
His eyes, usually golden honey and warm, now appear red-rimmed and dark amber, and on his mouth is a vicious snarl rather than one of his soft and small smiles. And then he’s yelling at her, shaking her, rasping with as much conviction as she’s ever heard come out of him—“Don’t you ever, ever do that again!”
He’d told her to hide or to run and she couldn’t even do any of it right. Tears pool in her eyes almost immediately, feeling so little and ashamed. She’d been absolutely useless. She’d endangered both herself and Alucard too. Yet she does her best to stop her tears from spilling, chewing on her bottom lip hard enough to bleed. She deserves his anger.
“Stop that,” he admonishes her at once, voice softer now, calmer. He brushes his thumb across her bottom lip, releasing it. And then he is sighing and pulling her closer again, embracing her tenderly. “I’m sorry,” he says kindly, the sound of his voice coming from just below her ear. “I apologise. I didn’t mean to yell at you or make you cry. I’m sorry.”
That’s not why I’m crying, she wants to tell him, but she couldn’t stop sobbing if she tried, so she nods at him instead.
“Hush now, I’m not angry,” he says, misunderstanding. He wipes away at her tears. “You’re wobbling a little. Let’s take a look at your feet, shall we?” He picks her up and wordlessly carries her back home.
The next day, she asks him to train her in sword-fighting. After that incident, he happily obliges. She ought to learn how to defend herself. They cannot afford to have a repeat of that moment.
They start with correct footwork and basic forms first, what with her sore feet and all, but he finds that she’s a quick learner and they discover that she favours her left hand—that as soon as she switched to it, her riposte and her parrying improved by a long shot.
“Slowly, but surely, for now,” he reminds her. “Mind your feet, please.”
They spend the entirety of the sunlight lightly sparring just behind the castle, with no real force to it as she cannot pivot too much.
Later on in the evening, after cleaning themselves up, they sit next to the fire to warm up.
But as soon as they aren’t busy anymore, silence hangs thick in the air again, neither really speaking up nor addressing what had happened the day before, but knowing that they have to at some point.
Alucard breaks the silence first with a sigh. “Look—”
“Listen,” she says at the same time. “Oh… sorry, uhm, it’s okay. You go first.”
“I said I was sorry,” he says, clearing his throat and facing away from her, eyes boring a hole into the hearth. “I was only…”
But she cannot hold it in anymore. Like a balloon overfilled with water that suddenly burst, it all comes pouring out of her—
“I care a lot about you, Alucard. I didn’t know what I was doing. You told me to hide, to run, but I couldn’t do any of that when I saw it was about to jump on you from behind. I just knew I had to do something, anything, anything was better than to run away and leave you behind when you were going to get hurt! I just knew I couldn’t just leave you and I couldn’t lose you either! I love—”
His head snaps towards her almost immediately. She nearly slaps a hand across her mouth.
Alucard takes a good look at her. Her face nearly matches the red of the fire, but so does his, if the burning of his cheeks is any indication.
“You… you love me?” He asks, voice small, almost incredulous.
You silly man. How could I not?
She confirms it with a nod, cheeks burning all the way to the tips of her ears. All of the sudden, the scratches on the floor seems so interesting.
She hears him chuckle, and then he’s grasping her hands in his. “Hey,” he says, “Look at me,” and she knew he would be smiling before she even looked.
“I… I love you too,” he confesses, prying her hands open and placing a kiss on her palm. “I think I have for a while now. It’s why I was so angry. Why I didn’t want you to be hurt on my behalf. Why I wanted you to run, to be safe, to hide. I… I’m in love with you.”
She understands now, understands him completely.
Yet his confession steals the very breath from her lungs all the same. And like the pull that tethers the sea to the earth, she finds herself drawn by him, magnetised by him. She finds herself scooting closer, closer, until she’s cupping his face in her hands, until he’s wrapping her in his arms, until they’re kissing each other softly on the mouth, sighing in perfect bliss.
She’s never done this before, but she finds it comes to her like breathing.
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🎶💤
❖ || misc. symbol headcanons
🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?
Staying within the time period, jazzy and swingy things are all up his alley; mainly things that are bouncy and bright to keep him in a happy mood. Linking also to his romantic side, he would also love bouncy, dancey, and fun love songs as well as slow sappy things he'd definitely have playing while reveling in time spent with his partner. If he had youtube, he'd be so amazed the Post Modern Jukebox youtube channel.
I have a Spotify playlist that I throw things into that give me Bolin vibes which fall into these moods. However, there is one song in it called King Bumi by lil ricefield that's more of an explicit rap based on AtLA & LoK; it's not completely his vibe, but he would be so amused by it (also it cracks me up). There's also the #bo soundtrack tag on this blog featuring some of those songs.
💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?
Answered here.
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Starter for @a-girl-named-angel
It was his day off from the Lounge, with a few other people having been in charge of the place for the time being. With this being the case, Matthew had decided that now was as good a time as any to get out on his own for a while, do something other than tend bar and kick ass.
The main issue though was that he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do, so he figured it was as good a time as any to just take a walk around town, maybe see if it would come to him. So, that's what he did, wandering the city for a good while. It was refreshing, being able to just relax.
As he was about to go find a place to eat however, someone nearby caught his attention; someone who used to pop into the Lounge from time to time. Deciding food could wait, he made his way over to her with a smile.
"Well now, here I was thinking something bad had happened to ya'." he says with a slight chuckle. "Have you been doing alright, Angel? I haven't seen ya' in some time."
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