You could hear your name, whispered on the breeze as you walked home. The cool night air gently nipped at your cheeks as you kept your pace, your breath visible in little puffs, even in the dwindling light.
You tried not to react to the whisper, having heard it most of the day today, but found nothing that could have been making it. It was just your mind, you were certain, playing on your hopes and dreams. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.
Grimacing, you hunched your shoulders a little more, eyes trained on the ground before you. You were not looking forward to getting “home”, if it could even be called that, your stomach twisting itself in knots at the thought. How you wished you could be anywhere else.
Very suddenly, there was a harsh blast of wind, making you stumble and look up in fright. At the edge of the forest, on the other side of the road, you saw someone standing there, someone you had seen in your dreams many times. They were the only part of your day that you looked forward to anymore, but they had stopped visiting your dreams a few days ago, leaving a rift that you didn’t know how to fill.
Absently you wondered if you really had gone mad, as you knew that they were not human, nor were they anything other than a dream. If it weren’t for the cold and the ache in your bones, you would have sworn that you had simply fallen asleep, dreaming wistfully of what could be.
As they reached out for you, urging you to come to them, you hesitated, knowing that you shouldn’t be feeding this delusion. With an aching heart, you hesitantly moved to keep walking past, you were going to be late.
Your name was called once more, this time more desperately, and another abrupt gust of wind made you stumble from your course. Looking up at them again, you felt your heart ache painfully, and tears sting your eyes. Would it really hurt to give in? You had obviously gone insane already, what more could it do?
Without realising it, you found yourself slowly bridging the gap between you, barely noticing the way the forest shifted and changed behind them, the closer you got. With a soft relieved smile, they pulled you into their arms, holding you close. They felt firm, alive, real.
“It’s ok now… I have you. I’m never letting go.”
They murmured softly, stepping back and pulling you with them, warmth starting to chase away the cold. The street faded away from view, leaving nothing but the wind to take notice of your departure.
It hasn’t been confirmed (yet), but I referred to Dabi as Touya here cause it might as well be canon at this point. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
– Mod Katsuki
“I am who I am because of you.”
Your eyes fluttered open as rough, scarred arms snaked around your waist. The skin was jarringly cold to the touch, as if it’d just came through the door in the dead of night. Shivers rolled up your spine before manifesting as a sharp gasp. The arms had a gentle grip on you, but it felt as it they were squeezing every drop of warmth from your body.
There was someone behind you, in bed with you. But, who? You hadn’t remembered letting someone stay over. You should be panicking, screaming and writhing from this stranger’s touch as you leapt from bed.
But, that voice… it sounded so… familiar? The familiar lilt of his whispers, the hot breath on your neck… they felt so distant, yet close. Real, yet ethereal.
A warm hand edged further over your body and weaved itself between your own hand, callous fingers intertwining in your lithe ones.
A perfect fit… it couldn’t be, could it? After all these years?
“Touya?”
A soft chuckle resounded in your ear and you could feel the relief and happiness in his voice. It… it had to be him. You desperately scrambled onto your other side to face your long-lost friend. Your best friend. Your lover. Your ex-fiance.
When your eyes met his glowing cyan orbs, you couldn’t control the tears, and he couldn’t blame you.
“I-is it really you Touya? Please… please tell me it is.”
“Babe, you of all people should be able to recognize me. But yeah… yeah, it’s me.”
His face was scarred, but even that couldn’t ruin his beautiful smile. His eyebrows were furrowed and you could see the sheer relief in his eyes. Touya never freely wore his emotions on his face. He wanted to be here as much as you wanted him back.
Your tears spilled and stained his shirt, but neither of you cared. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, your fists weakly pounding on his chest as small whimpers tore your throat.
“I-I m-m-missed you s-so much T-Touya…”
“I… I missed you too. But I’m staying this time. I promise.”
It had been days since she’d last seen Michael. She couldn’t find him. No one seemed to know exactly where he was. Her one sure fire way of finding him was always Ms Mead and it seemed like she too was gone. It had been almost five full days of no contact which was extremely unusual for him. Even if he wasn’t always with her, he always checked in.
Y/N was feeding the dog when he began to act a bit wild. He ran to the window and would not stop barking at whatever he saw. When she went to take a look, she saw a disheveled and filthy Michael hobbling up her front steps. She ran to the door and threw her arms around him before he even knew what was happening.
“You’re here,” his voice cracked as he pulled her tighter. He put his dirty hands gently to her face and stared at her. His face was dirty as well and there was a red ring around his eyes.
Pulling his hands from her skin, she asked, “Where have you been, bub?”
He shook his head, running a hand down his face and sniffling to hold back anymore tears that threatened him. He walked past her and into her home. He was walking funny and she knew that wherever he was, his fancy boots were not the proper footwear.
“I thought they took you,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.
She made him take off his shoes before he went any further and led him by the hand to the bathroom. He seemed too tired, too worn down to really help himself. She helped him undress and ignored his soft touches as she did. He ran his fingers down her cheeks and pet her hair while she removed his clothing. Before he moved to step in the shower, he noticed she was still dressed.
He motioned lazily to her clothing, “You too”
She nodded, quickly undressing herself and getting in with him. He stood under the hot water, letting it rinse away the days of grief and filth he had just experienced. He tensed a bit when Y/N began to run her hands over him, lathering him to wash him down. He stood with one hand on the tile wall as the water washed down his back and Y/N continued to wash his body. He hunched over a bit as she washed his hair and lightly moaned at the feeling of her fingernails massaging his scalp.
“Baby, what happened?” She said softly after she had finished.
He looked down at her and with a clean face she could see even more clearly how tired and heartbroken he was. She dragged her fingers over the stubble that peppered his face and he kissed her palm as tears continued to fall, “They took my Ms Mead”
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him, “Who did?”
“That fucking coven,” he said through gritted teeth and in that moment he held her just a bit too tight. He ran his hands softly up and down her back and she dared not move. If this is what he needed to soothe himself, she could give him that, “I thought they took you,”
She pulled back a bit in his arms, grasping his face and pulling him down to kiss the pain away, “I’m here. I’m always here,”
“They won’t touch you,” he said as his grip on her hips tightened, “They will never touch you,”
She nodded, “I know, bub. I trust you,” she pushed the wet hair from his face and stroked his cheek. He leaned into her touch like a kitten, “Are you hungry? You must be hungry,” he nodded, eyes closed, still leaning into her touch. She continued to rub his face gently, “Let’s get out. I still have some of your old clothes you can put on. I can make you something hot to eat”
“That’s really nice of you,” he said, sniffling.
She kissed him, “We take care of each other. That was the deal. Remember?”
He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at her, “I remember,”
“Come on,” she said, reaching behind him to turn off the water, “We’re going to figure this out together”
DONT APOLOGIZE!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCITED I GET WHEN I SEE A REQUEST! Especially since I love that funky dude. Dhdjdhdh also thank you 💕💕💕
I’m assuming you are requesting Alucard from hellsing! I wasn’t sure which one so looked at your blog and you reblogged hellsing stuff so I took my best guess djdjdjd
It never occurred to Alucard that he had never been held or touched so softly before. But now his head rested in his partner’s lap as he stared up at them, nuzzling himself closer to the warm hand that rested on his cool cheek.
The gentle touches feel…different at first, and he doesn’t quite understand why his partner bothers to be so careful, it is not like he will easily break.
“I am not human, there is no reason for you to be so gentle,” he’d say after the initial shock of the soft hands that now cupped his face had worn off.
“I know I don’t need too be gentle. But, you deserve it, especially after being shot to bits at least five times a week…sometimes more than that.”
At those words, the vampire is left in shock, to think he was worthy of his Partner’s touch was somthing he didn’t know he wanted to hear. But he was so glad his SO had said it, and once the wave of shock passed so did all of his tension. He allowed his form to melt against his partner.
Alucard gets a kick out of pulling his partner against his chest and wrapping them in his large coat. He likes having them close, when they are close to him that means they are safe and he can’t imagine a safer place than inside his coat.
He is not ashamed to ask his partner if they are in the mood for cuddling, any embarrassment passed after the first couple times. The way he sees it, it isn’t weak to want to be bundled up with his partner, however, it is weak for him to be too ashamed to admit it.
I’ve said this before but it needs to be said again; THIS MAN WILL MANAGE TO FIT BOTH HIM AND HIS PARTNER IN HIS COFFIN, it may be a tight fit, but if his partner doesn’t mind then neither does he.
On some days, when his partner is not busy with other things, Alucard will request that his partner stay and cuddle with him until he falls asleep.
One time he fell asleep on top of his partner and they had no choice but to stay with him until he woke up at nightfall. His SO feared that, much like a cat, Alucard would be upset if they moved and woke him up.
He wouldn’t be upset if they did wake him…well, at least he wouldn’t be upset about them wanting to get up. However he is pretty grumpy when he first wakes up.
boiiii you know exactly how to hurt me ahaha fair warning this is going to be super long so i’m putting everything under a “read” more thingy because it will be s u p e r long ahaha also yes godbrand may be an absolute dickhead b u t well i have no excuse for why i’m thirsting for him but l i f e anyway here we go :’D
Lúcio had seen so many children. Cared for so many children. Loved so many children. His heart has been broken in so many ways. Having fostered hatchlings ripped away from them, being forced to incubate clutch after clutch hoping he’ll finally have a family of his own. He hopped from owner to owner, each wanting the same thing from him. He heard you usually go numb after enough heartbreak, but he never got that blessing. Each instance hurt just as much as the last, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
He finds a new home with you, and things seem… okay at first. Then there comes a day when you present him with a single egg. You explain it had been abandoned since it was smaller than the other eggs of the clutch and you asked him if he could incubate it. Strange. His other owners never really asked before. Just forced the eggs on him. He agreed anyway since this was the only thing he really knew any more, but he clearly wasn’t excited about it.
You’ve heard bits and pieces about Lúcio’s past so you knew where the anxiety was coming from. As he placed the egg in his coils, you chime in, mentioning that if the egg survives you intend to keep the child. Lúcio doesn’t believe you.
Throughout the process, Lúcio seems less than enthused. He rarely even looks at the egg, likely trying to limit any kind of emotional connection. You knew this wouldn’t be good for the baby, so again you remind him and encourage him to get close to the egg. He needs to bond with the egg so the child has an easier time bonding with him when it hatches. Still, he doesn’t believe you.
The time comes for the egg to hatch, and Lúcio can’t help but watch as the infant naga breaks free from the shell and begins to cry. Hesitantly, he reaches out to grab the baby and pull it out of the egg. He cradles it and looks into the baby’s tearful eyes. He was in love. But, of course, he sees you step in to see the baby. You whine and ask why you didn’t tell him it was hatching. You missed it!!! Dang it!!
Lúcio’s grip on the baby tightens slightly, but he doesn’t fight when you reach out to take the baby from him. You wipe the baby down, gently coo and tickle the baby under their chin, then hand the baby right back to Lúcio.
The naga is stunned. He looks at the baby, then you. Hope glistens in his eyes.
“I told you,” you remind him with a giggle. “We’re keeping the baby. They’re all yours. Ours. I’m making sure you’re never used as a heating pad ever again, okay? Now love the baby for pete’s sake, can’t you hear it crying?”
Tears immediately well in Lúcio’s eyes as he looks back down at the baby. He quietly shushes it and rocks it back and forth.
“There there…” He looks up to you, seeking some kind of permission before looking back to the baby. “Daddy’s here. You’re okay.”
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