OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELL YES I LIVE FOR DRAMATIC OLD-SCHOOL ROMANCE
The lock of hair thing is my favorite. The more I think about it the more it’s such a shockingly gentle gesture. A genuine, unassuming request from a man usually cold and vicious, for something so simple? lksjdfj it melts my heart
It felt so good to finally have him back. He was only gone for a few weeks, but it had felt like ages. Every time he called you talked to him for hours just so you could hear his voice again.
The day he came back you were sitting on your bed when suddenly you felt the mattress dip. Opening your eyes, you found him sitting on the edge next to your feet, looking down at you with a sweet smile. You shot up to hug him so fast that you nearly lost your balance and fell off the side, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting your arms around him.
“Al! I’m so glad you’re home,” You squealed.
You wrapped your arms around him in the tightest hug you could manage. He put his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.
“Did you miss me?” He whispered.
“More than you could imagine,” You replied, burring your face in his coat.
He smelled like gunpowder and smoke, probably since he had just gotten back from his mission. He probably bypassed changing to come see you.
“I missed you too. Can you guess how badly?” He teased.
“Why don’t you show me?”
You knew you were in for it at that point, but you wanted him so badly you didn’t care. In a flash he was on you, pinning you down on the bed with his own body. He held your hands above your head as he smirked, his lips only inches from your own. With one final grin, he captured your lips in a fevered kiss.
The two of you were so desperate for each other that the kiss started to get a bit messy. As it deepened, you two started to go wild. His huge tongue worked it’s way past your lips, then started to go all over the place, tasting every inch of your mouth. You tried to keep up, but he was far too fast. Soon spit was beginning to run down your chin.
When you two broke for air, there was a strand of saliva connecting your lips. As you breathlessly gazed up at him, you could see a change in his eyes. His face contorted into a smirk.
“If that was enough to leave you breathless then it’s going to be a long night,” He teased, wiping his mouth.
“I’m only getting started,” You replied.
“Me too.”
The two of you went back to his little welcome home present, that lasted for well over 3 hours.
They put off a presence, even just walking arm-in-arm or standing with each other. With how easily they complement each other’s movements, it’s almost like they choreographed them beforehand. They truly reflect a king and queen together; striking, but too natural to be practiced.
You think he was fervent in defending Integra’s honor? Wait until you see him with his wife. No one gets away with humiliating or belittling her. If she doesn’t personally call him off, there will be blood.
Likes to bring her tokens from battle or off of his enemies. Even if his wife isn’t as morbid as he is, she’ll hopefully understand that this is an (admittedly strange) act of devotion from him.
He’s doesn’t even hide his affection in public. She’ll pull off something impressive or tell someone off in a clever way and he’ll pull her in by the waist and start kissing her, right in front of everyone.
Very amorous. He won’t hesitate to sweep her up and carry her off with a hungry grin if she hints at being in a mood. All she has to do is tug on his cravat and suggest that they seek some privacy to have him following after her like a dog on a leash.
He playfully calls her “Mrs. Tepes” in private.
So many sugary pet-names; honeybunch, pussycat, love bug -they can get a little silly if she doesn’t stop him.
Though, he does call her by her name more than he does anyone else.
Always kisses her hand as a greeting. It’s a timeless gesture, and he considers it a display of respect and affection.
Her effect on him is almost hypnotic. She can easily calm his more manic moments by running her hands over his chest or stroking his chin lovingly. He’ll melt into her touch every time.
You really, really wanna get Al a present, but he’s proving to be hard to shop for. I doubt he would be, really, he’s such a dramatic darling wine mom, but maybe you’re just second guessing yourself a lot and looking for something perfect. And then you spot another pair of round, mirrored, sun glasses. They may be red, pink, or blue, but they’re some other color than his orange ones, and they’d look amazing on him.
He does.
And he loves them so much, because they’re from you!! His darling!! Gave him a present!! Wow, how long has it been since that’s happened? If it ever even has? He might cry some blood, have tissues on hand for an emotional vampire ♥️
You told Alucard that as soon as you got off work you would spend the rest of the day with him, but he wasn’t having that. It was his first day off in a while and he wanted to spend it with you. It was too short notice for you to take the day off, and he couldn’t come to work with you, so the two of you compromised.
As you walked through the doors of your office building, you could feel his little bat body moving against your chest. Since you’re not supposed to have guests at work, Alucard suggested he turn into a bat and hide in your jacket. You tried to convince him otherwise, but his mind was made up. Before you could protest, he had transformed and was getting cozy beneath your jacket.
You checked the rest of the room when you sat down at your desk. From what you could tell, there was no one nearby.
“All right, it’s all clear,” You whispered to him.
Moments later, his little head popped out. He shifted himself upward so he could place his head against your collarbones while he wrapped his wings around you.
“Thank goodness, it was starting to get stuffy in there.”
“Now stay quiet and let me work,” You whispered, booting up your computer to start the day.
For the most part, he wasn’t that bad. Mostly he just relaxed and watched you work, but occasionally he would do something to pester you.
“Stop nibbling,” You whispered angrily, feeling his tiny little fangs against your skin.
“I’m thirsty,” He replied, taking an even harder bite.
It hurt, but not nearly as bad as when he does it normally.
“Just be quick about it.”
“Am I not always?”
When he had drunk his fill, he used his tiny little bat tongue to lap up the excess. Feeling the tiny little thing sliding across your skin made you giggle. He noticed this and started to lick even harder and faster, trying to get more giggles out of you.
“Stop, someone will catch on,” You warned between giggles.
“I don’t care,” He teased.
With him around, you were lucky you didn’t get caught.
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