I’m going to make this a fic because I need to prove to myelf that I am not completely losing my ability to write because omg it feels like it. I hope you enjoy
– Mod Alucard
The blonde let out a polite laugh, tying back his long hair as his gruff friend followed him to his kitchen. It was the middle of the day so the man didn’t bother turning on the lights. He left his home to the dim earthly glow of natural sunlight, pouring through his windows. He looked through his fridge, his friend taking the liberty of leaning against the sleak island counter.
“So, How’d the Bachlorette party go?”
“Trevor,” He started, “Please never ask me to dance for your wife ever again.”
“Oh come on Adrian,” Trevor said with a smirk, “I didn’t want to send her a stripper that may have gotten a little too handsy-”
“You know Sypha can’t handle her alcohol-”
“She said she had fun.” Trevor said happily. “She also said that you took one of her friends to her guest room.” Adrian smiled, thinking about you. He let out an airy laugh, slightly embarrassed that Trevor heard the news.
“..Yes. Y/N.”
“So you got her name-”
“I got a little bit more.”
“Oh-”
“We didn’t fuck, don’t sound so excited.” He quickly scolded, pulling orange juice out of his fridge and slamming it closed with his foot as he made the way to the counter. “However… we do have a date in a few hours.”
“Oh.” trevor said against, smiling widely and trying to catch his friends eye. Adrian continued to avoid it, turning and rummaging through his cabinets for a glass. Once he found one he continued to basically ignore Trevor and pour himself some juice. “So.. You like her?”
“I do… I like her a lot.”
“What are you doing for your date?”
“Just coffee, a walk through the park-”
“That’s it?”
“Trevor, It’s our first date.” He said, putting a hand over his face and speaking in a frustrated sigh. “Do you want me to spread rose petals down the hall? Wait naked on her bed?”
“…..You could try-”
“Shut the hell up,” Adrian said with a laugh, going to put his juice back. As he did, Trevor snuck a sip from his orange juice and then put the glass down quickly. Adrian returned, leaning on the counter with him. “look, this is not about sex. think of how you felt when you first met Sypha.”
“First off,” Trevor said, putting a finger up. “We fucked on our first date-”
“Sweet Christ, why is she marrying you?” Adrian left the counter, deciding instead to just pace around his kitchen. Trevor just snickered, enjoying getting on his friend’s nerves.
“I mean, She’s seen your dick-”
“Th-That…I was at work-!”
“Yeah but I’m just saying. I didn’t whip it out for Sypha the day I met her-”
“You know what, Trevor, get out-”
“I’m joking!”
“OUT OF MY HOUSE, BELMONT!” He was unable to say that convincingly, both of them laughing through their little arguemnt. Trevor still decided to leave, letting Adrian get ready for his date later that day.
You snuggled into your scarf and tapped your fingers onto the little cup of hot chocolate Adrian got for you. He smiled at you, his hands in his pockets as both of you walked sidebyside in the park. The air was crisp but not unforgiving, perfect weather for a walk through the brightly colored park. You had been talking about yourself up until this point: Hobbies, future goals and plans. He was a great listener but you were a little disappointed. You had a soft frown but quickly traded it for a smile as you got an idea.
“So, Do you like your job?” You asked suddenly. He faltered a bit, surprised that you asked him that. In truth, he was hoping you wouldn’t bring it up. He saw a fountain ahead on the sidewalk and as you appraoched it he gestured for you both to sit on the edge of it. He couldn’t help but blush, seeing how interested you were. You looked up to him with bright eyes.
“W-Well, I …Yes. I love my job.”
“It must be demanding.” You said simply. You picked your wording very carefully and Adrian could tell you were dancing around the question you wanted to ask.
“A little bit, yes. I enjoy what I do. I chose this.”
“What do you mean?” You scoot a little closer to him and he couldn’t help but smile, setting his own coffee down on the side of the fountain.
“Well, I have masters degree in political science. I didn’t pick this job because it was all I could get or I had fallen on hard times.. I’m quite well off.. I sincerely enjoy the work.”
“That’s fun.” Your answer made him giggled, never hearing anyone take his confession quite that way before. “If I ever did that my parents would kill me.”
“I get that question a lot actually.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” He hummed, oddly happy. “People always ask if I’m making my parents proud, usually to try and tear me down. It doesn’t work. My Mother is a Doctor. My Father is a Chief of police. Yet, they both still support that I do what I want with my life.”
“That’s beauitful.” You said sweetly. He reached for his coffee, accidently knocking it over. He gasped, turning around to see it had rolled into the fountain, the deep brown bleeding into the pristine water. He let out a frustrated sigh. You took the lid off your hot chocolate, tossing the contents into the fountain. He let out an undignified snort and turned to you.
“Pft, what was that for?”
“Solidarity.” You said simply. He couldn’t help it, he had to laugh at you. He mussed up your hair, picking his cup up out of the water and getting up to throw it in a nearby trash can. You walked with him, tossing yours in as well. With your hand free he decided to take it, guiding you to continue your walk through the park.
“You’re absolutely precious.” Adrian admitted, cupping both of your hands in his as he stood outside your apartment door. “I would love to do this again sometime..”
“Well, I’m free again on Saturday but I have a feeling you’ll be at work. Saturday seems like it would be a busy day for you.”
“I actually don’t have plans.” He lied, making a mental note to cancel a couple of appointments for the weekend. “Dinner? Saturday at 8?”
“It’s a date.” You said happily. His face had an unmistakable glow but there was a hint of concern hidden in it. Damn, he really wanted to go in for a kiss..but you were so precious. You were a far cry from the woman he met the night of the bachlorette party. That night you left hickies and your phone number on his chest but now he feels like going in for a kiss would be invasive. He takes in a deep breath, rubbing your hand with his thumb.
Luckily, you just got in your tip toes and booped his nose with a little kiss. You had never seen him so embarrassed and you wished him a goodnight and disappeared into your home. He stood there for a couple minutes, grinning like an idiot with his fingers lightly tracing his nose.
“..She is nothing like any woman I have ever met before…”
-Mod Alucard is disappointed
First Date ~Stripper!Alucard x Reader~
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