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.
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The funniest line in this article: "Like other AI chatbots, Grok does not actually understand any of the information it generates."
Considering the way the inventor of the word defined it, somewhere in the afterlife Robert Heinlein is laughing his immaterial ass off. :)
ETA: and also, in the "Very Unintended Consequences By/For Elon" department:
...See also this thread, as someone with an axe to grind tries again and again to force Grok out of this position. Comic gold.
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