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…”
(Name) was by no means an idiot, she knew that walking alone at night wasn’t the safest thing to do, especially when she had to pass a haunted forest, well, a supposedly haunted forest where over seven people had, in fact, gone missing in.
Suppressing a shudder as she passed under a tree branch that seemed to reach over the forest’s chain-link fence to grab at whoever dared walk past it, (Name) stared into the darkened forest, swearing she saw a shadow deep in move. A cold breeze made (Name) pull her light sweater closer to her, and relax a little when colorful autumn leaves flew past her, but the relief was brief when (Name) realized that someone was walking behind her.
Turning her music down to silent, (Name) held her breath and listened, at least two people were behind her. She could barely hear what they were saying, but she could easily tell they were male by the sound of their hushed voices, that fact alone made her heart rush with fear. Was that rude? To assume that two men walking behind her in the middle of the night might have bad intentions, (Name) didn’t really care.
“ Dude, she won’t hear us if we come up behind her.” The one with the deep voice said.
“ We can ditch her in the woods when we’re done.” The higher pitched one said, and (Name) felt her heart drop to her stomach.
She could take off in a run, maybe even lose them, but (Name) never really had good stamina, or, and this was the worst possible choice, she could change her route and go through the forest, it would cut down her time on getting home, and she might lose the two men following her but she might also get lost, or they would just go in after her and then her body would never be found.
When the large metal gate connected to the fence came into view, (Name) made her choice, a very stupid one but a choice none the less.
" Shit.“ (Name) heard one shout as she bolted into the dark woods, she could feel the large thorny bushes snag at her clothes, and the two men cursed loudly as the same happened to them.
“ This bitch!” The deeper voiced male growled out, and at the split second (Name) glanced back to see how far behind her her two pursuers were, she tripped.
With a startled yelp, (Name) went down, and with a speed she wasn’t aware she was able to go, rolled onto her back and crawled backwards. The two men, who she had almost lost, seemed to pick up speed when they spotted her downed figure. Their matching sinister grins made (Name’s) poor heart sink until she could feel it pounding in her ankles. She knew she couldn’t outrun them now, her only hope was to crawl backward until maybe, maybe someone came to help her.
The feeling of someone’s pant leg meeting her back, made (Name) freeze, a terrifying and imaginative thought of a killer living in the woods just half a block away from her house inserting itself into her mind causing her already pounding heart to speed up once more. The two men froze as they stood a few yards away from her, both looking a little too high up with wide frightened eyes to the unseen horror (Name) had her back against, which did little to help (Name’s) pounding heart.
“And if it is a killer?” Her mind calmly asked as white noise played in the back of her head.
“ I’d rather die at the hands of a murderer than let these two men do what they want to me.” (Name) answered truthfully, the leg her back was pressed against shifted, the two men staring at whatever owned it paled, and her voice, though (Name) now knew it wasn’t her using it, chuckled darkly in the back of her mind.
“ Go little one, I will… Deal with these nuisances.” It wasn’t her voice she heard talking to her in the back of her mind this time, but a deep male voice that seemed intertwined with the ever-growing static, a voice that seemed to reach into her core and make (Name) nod her head numbly, scrambling to stand and stumble towards the path she knew would lead her home. (Name) started to run when she heard the men start screaming, the strong smell of salty iron making her head spin, or was it the deep chuckling and static that was doing that?
(Name) couldn’t really tell.
With one last glance back at the darkened forest, (Name) could barely make out a pale white, blank face watching her, and, though there were no eyes or mouth, as (Name) clumsily made her way down the road to her home, she couldn’t help but feel it was amused by her.
– cake with cute little dollops of icing and strawberries.
– Milkshakes and ice cream sundaes with pastel sprinkles.
– Baking has always been a hobby, he loves to decorate his creations with little touches.
* He also loves going on little walks in the area around his castle, although he’s seen the scenery quite a few times, he loves to show you all the places where he’s lived for so many years. It may also make a good place for a confession
* He’s incredibly cuddly, and soft and warm, he’s a perfect cuddle partner.
* If you aren’t too allergic, he’ll bring you little flower crows often, he’s to flustered to admit it, but he loves how you look in them.
A/N: As ½ of my DeltaRune faves I love to write for the good fluffy boy boi! I hope you’ll enjoy!
As long as you had known Ralsei he had always wore his scarf, old and tattered, seams long gone. But it still would perch proudly on his neck.
It had been an accident in training a young Shadow in fire magic. When their flame got out of control, he had to dive in to keep them from burning their hands and face, everything ended up fine.
Except his scarf had caught light, and the SOULfire burned it instantly.
He had look dejected when the figured out what had happened, but he smiled at the child anyway, assuring them that he could always get a new one.
You never really knew why, but that scarf had always been special. So, determined and ready, you began with the yarn closest to the color of his old scarf you could find, and started knitting.
When finally finished, you wrapped the scarf up in string, it was a bit darker than his old one, but you figured to had been well faded by the time you saw it. So going to Ralsei’s chambers, perhaps a bit too late, but you were too excited to wait until tomorrow.
The door creaks open softly, in his pajamas, glasses absent, Ralsei rubs his eyes. Breaking into a smile seeing you, beating you to explaining, “Oh! Hi, it’s pretty late. Is everything alright?”
You return his contagious smile, holding out the package, “Actually, I wanted to surprise you.” Taking a a deep breath as he took the package and started untying the string, “I know your old scarf was special and you used to wear it all the time, so I made this one for you!”
Once you manage to explain everything, you glance up as Ralsei, to see little tears making their way down his face as his hands tremble.
“Rals-“
“Thank you.”
You can feel your body slam into his, strong, fluffy arms wrapping around you as he cries into your shoulder softly.
A/N: (At the risk of being redundant.)The power of fluffy bois shines through you. Also I listened to the Waterfall OST while writing this so if you want to imagine that in the background👌. I hope you’ll like this fluffy bean! Thanks for the request!
You can see your SOUL float in his cupped hands, and as his hands began to glow you could feel it.
Any and every dark pain weighing on your SOUL was cleansed, and it seemed to shine stronger, brighter than before. You body felt stronger too, tingly and warm. In your awe you glance up at the prince, the combined glow of his magic and your SOUL lighting up his usually inky, shadowed fur to a untainted snow white.
Although as if a candle blew out it was over, and though your SOUL was no longer shining, it still felt lighter, stronger. So entranced it takes Ralsei’s voice to bring you back to reality.
“That was Restoration Magic! A bit more raw than a Heal Prayer, but stronger too! So how do you feel?”
When you gather your bearings a bit more, you’re able to look up at the beaming boy, now is returned to his normal inky form. Whose smile ends up being contagious. “Better. But in a way I didn’t even know it hurt?”
“Oh! That’s normal! Humans aren’t as dependent on their SOULs as Monsters and Shadows. So sometimes humans can damage their SOULs without even knowing!”
Instead of further elaboration, he sits down, motioning you to the spot beside him.
As you sit next to him, he smiles with a soft voice. “Can I see your hands for just a second?”
Without hesitation you hold your hands out, Ralsei turns them over, holding them palm up and the tingling warmth of magic returns.
Your SOUL resonates with Ralsei’s magic and soon magic the color of your soul is steaming from your hands, flickering as he pulls his hand away.
“That’s a Warmth Spell! It’s used for making Soul Bonds or Protective Barriers, or even just comforting someone, or making them happy! Its one of the only types of Magic a human can manifest!”
Feeling the soft, comforting warmth of magic, flowing through you, you take the most logical course of action.
Toad's Cave 