Yeli31 - Untitled

gojo in my mind, is not the type to hide how he moans. You know that tiktok audio where the man is screaming, “im new bro im new” while getting railed? that’s completely him except he’s on the bottom while you’re riding him.

you’re making your own soft mules and moans of pleasure while you ride him with your hands planted on his chest but god, he’s louder, obnoxiously louder.

his pale face is all flushed pink, some strands of his silver white hair sticking to his forehead while his mouth is open and letting out every curse and whiney moan bottled up in his throat, the beds squeaking but somehow he’s just louder.

“god you’re like some uh…. riding champing when it comes to riding my dick.” saying it breathlessly while you kept on grinding and riding him to your hearts content.

“and you’re mm-mmph…. very loud satoru..” before he could respond you slapped a shakey hand over his mouth.

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author’s note ; inspired by this art (cr. to @ ng_a10 on X)

the heat between you two had been suffocating.

his weight pinned you down into the couch, hand firm against your waist, the other braced against the wall beside your head. the scent of him — leather, musk, and something undeniably him — clouded your senses as his lips devoured yours.

each kiss was deep, slow, intentional, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you. his tongue slid against yours, coaxing a soft gasp from your lips before he bit down, teasing. you felt the smirk against your mouth before he kissed you again — rougher, needier.

your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as his grip on your waist tightened. he growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through you, making your stomach coil with heat.

but then —

knock

you barely heard it at first. he didn’t stop, didn’t care. his lips trailed down to your jaw, your pulse, his teeth grazing —

knock. knock.

deep sigh left his lips, hot against your skin.

his entire body tensed. grip on your waist flexed before he slowly lifted his head, gaze dark and clouded. you could almost hear the grinding of his teeth.

“fucking hell,” he muttered, annoyed.

you bit your lip, trying to steady your breath. he looked down at you — your flushed face, kiss-swollen lips, the way your chest rose and fell beneath him — and for a second, you thought he'd just ignore whoever it was.

but the knocking came again, louder.

he pushed himself off you with a deep exhale, running a hand down his face before combing his fingers through disheveled hair. his entire body was tense., as he looked like he wanted to break something. or someone.

you sat up slowly, watching as he rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to calm down. then, with a forced, lethal smile, he strode to the door.

poor bastard on the other side had no idea what was coming.

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Change of Heart - Choso Kamo x Reader

[First time writing Choso and hopefully it won't be the last 👉👈 Includes hurt/comfort fluff, mentions of pain and treating injuries, and light angst. Word count: 2100]

This is it.

Your back hits the cold stone wall behind you as you try desperately to back away. You stare up at the man looming over you - he looks human enough on the surface, but he has to be a curse. From his hair, pulled into two spiked buns, to his white and purple robes, along with the strange mark across his face, his appearance is all too reminiscent of the other bizarre entities you've encountered throughout Shibuya in the past few hours. Not only that, but his cursed energy is strong and strangely familiar, as if you've felt his presence before.

“Who are you?” he demands in a low voice. You really can't afford to piss him off, so you have no choice but to take the honest route.

“My name is Y/N, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer.”

The man's eyes narrow. “Do you know Yuji Itadori?”

You gulp. Of course you do - you've been on a team with Itadori for a few months now. Either way, just about everyone knows him as the King of Curses’ vessel by now. Despite the implications of that title, it's never been a problem for you. Itadori is one of the best allies you've had, and a good person at heart. What business this man has with him, you have no idea. It certainly isn't the most confusing thing you've encountered tonight.

“Yes, I know him,” you admit.

“And what association do you have with him?”

“I'm… His teammate.”

The man steps toward you, his gaze holding strong. “Did you help him kill my brothers?”

Brothers? Can curses even have siblings?

That's when you realize why this man's cursed energy feels so familiar. It's almost identical to two curses you encountered on a previous mission with the others. However, you had no part in exterminating the curses - Itadori and Kugisaki had it handled.

“I met them, but…”

The man clenches his teeth. “It's just as I thought, then.” He steps toward you once again, his fists balled tightly at his sides. You tremble, your eyes locked on the figure towering over you. His gaze cuts straight through your soul. It holds more than just the hatred typical of curses - you can see the grief, and pain, in his eyes.

The mark on his face changes shape as he raises his hand, manifesting a swirling mass of red liquid. Blood?

You close your eyes, raising your arms and bracing for impact. “No, please, I didn't kill your brothers! I-I don't want to die!”

He stands still for a moment. The blood dissipates as he drops to one knee in front of you. You look up, surprised to find him only a few inches from your face.

You flinch, swatting at him desperately. “S-Stay back, curse!”

He scoffs, grabbing your wrists and holding them still, to your dismay. “Calm down. I'm not going to kill you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you assume I'm just another curse?”

You glance away, giving up your aggression. “Y-Your cursed energy, it's strong. And it's the same as the two curses I encountered before…”

His intense gaze falters, a bittersweet smile taking its place. “So you really did meet my brothers.” He lets go of you and shifts to sit in a more comfortable position, his legs now crossed. “I think I may have misjudged. My name is Choso. I'm part-curse, part-human. So were my brothers. It's… Complicated.”

Choso looks you up and down, taking note of your injuries. You stay still and silent, eyeing him cautiously. You've never heard of a half-human, half-curse, but it explains a lot. You can't help but let your curiosity be piqued.

“Y/N, you're badly injured. Let me help you.”

Your heart twists with a mix of emotions. Are you supposed to feel comforted or terrified?

“What? You're… Not going to hurt me?”

He sighs. “As I said, no, I'm not going to harm you. All I could think about was how my brothers must have felt the same way you do right now.”

Your heart sinks. You've never felt empathy for a “curse” before. Somehow, you get a feeling like he's more human than a lot of other people you've dealt with.

Choso stands up, offering you a hand. “Let's get you somewhere safe, so we can take care of these wounds. Can you stand?”

You lift yourself to your feet, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through your leg. You lose balance, and Choso hurries to your side, slipping his arm firmly around you.

“It's okay, I won't let you fall. There's a safe spot nearby. Just follow my lead.”

And so, you find yourself being carried along by the half-curse, your arms wrapped snugly around each other. Choso is surprisingly warm - a welcome contrast to the cold October air. You find yourself leaning into him as you walk, to which he doesn't appear to mind at all. You make your way through the rubble, trying not to look up at the now devastated Shibuya too often. After a few surprisingly quiet minutes, you make it to a building that appears mostly untouched by any attacks.

“I think this is a suitable spot,” Choso observes, leading you through the doorway. You look around at the interior - it appears to have been an apartment, though its inhabitants have certainly evacuated for good by now. Choso sets you down on the couch, its cushions covered with a thin layer of dust and debris from the shaken building. He walks into an adjoining room, shuffling around in a cabinet before returning with an armful of first-aid items.

“First we have to clean these wounds,” he states. You gulp, eyeing the bottle of peroxide in his hand. He sits on the couch, facing you, and sets the items by his side. “May I remove your clothes?”

Your face heats up. How can he ask a question like that with such an unbothered expression!?

“Well?” he adds, his face unchanging. “Your face is very red all of a sudden, are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine! That's fine…”

He tilts his head curiously, finding your flustered demeanor to be entertaining in a way.

“Okay. I'm going to have to take off this shirt. I should only have to lift one of the legs of your pants, though.” He takes the bottom of your Jujutsu High uniform top in his hands, casually pulling it up and off of your body. You shiver in response to the cold air hitting your skin. He sets the article aside, before pulling up the leg of your pants just above your knee in a similar manner. Luckily, they're loosely fitted and don't have to be removed entirely. At least you're saved from that awkwardness.

Choso places a hand on your side, turning your body slightly so he can take a peek at your back. You stare down at the couch, trying not to let your nervousness get in the way.

He looks over your wounds thoughtfully. “You have some cuts on your back, but nothing severe. This gash on your knee is a bit worse, but you shouldn't need stitches.” He grabs the peroxide and a rag, pouring some of the clear liquid onto the cloth.

“I'll start with your leg.” He presses the cloth to your skin with a focused look, and you instinctively pull your leg back, hissing at the stinging sensation. He lifts his head, his expression surprisingly patient.

“You're going to have to stay still, okay?” He says, slowly guiding your leg back toward him. “This will only take a moment, I promise. Are you ready now?”

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation of the pain. He carefully places the rag back against your knee, holding your leg gently in place with his free hand. Every once in a while he glances up at your face, keeping careful track of your expressions. Your eyes follow Choso's hand as he moves the rag slowly across the wound, wiping away the blood. Finally, he sets the rag aside, checking over your knee once more before letting it go.

“That's much better,” he comments. “Now, your back. Could you turn around? It will be easier that way.”

You turn your back toward Choso, closing your eyes this time. Although the wounds on your back aren't as deep, they span across a larger area for sure. This one is going to be tough. Choso prepares another rag, bringing it slowly to your skin.

“A-AH-” you cover your mouth with one hand, strangling an exclamation of pain, and grip the couch tightly with your other. Choso continues this time, running the rag carefully along each cut. You bite your lip as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Choso places his free hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your skin and hushing you.

“It's okay. You're doing just fine… Perfect, perfect, we're almost done…”

You focus on his words, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Choso finishes with your last wound. Before you know it, he's turning you back around to face him and pulling you close, his arms wrapped comfortingly around you. You open your eyes, finding yourself surrounded by the soft fabric of his outfit. You bring your hands between your chest and his body, holding onto the cloth as you exhale shakily.

“It's okay, it's okay,” he repeats, rubbing your back. You peek up, a caring look shining in the darkness of his eyes. He continues to hold you for a moment before reaching for the bandages. He backs slightly away from you, giving himself enough space to wrap your wounds with the same gentleness as before. Surprisingly, the pain has started to subside already.

“How does that feel?” he asks, sounding slightly proud of himself. You fold and unfold your leg, then turn your torso from side to side, finding that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before.

“That's a lot better… Thank you, Choso,” you say shakily. Choso rests his hands on either side of your face, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumbs. He wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He parts his lips, only to hesitate and close them again, and looks thoughtfully into your eyes as though he'll find the answer there.

“Y/N…” he pauses, carefully considering his words. He rests his hands back on his lap. “For some reason… you make me feel something I haven't felt before. It's similar to how I felt toward my brothers, but… still, different.”

He takes your hands in his own, looking down at them contemplatively.

“I want to protect you, and keep you close, and… Do you know what I mean!?” He says, exasperated.

Love.

“I do.”

Your breath hitches as Choso grabs your face, pressing his lips frantically against your own. Your heart pounds as he holds you in a deep kiss, before pulling away just as quickly. The feeling lingers on your lips, and admittedly, it's a really good one.

“W-Was that okay? Did I do that right?” he pants, still close enough that you can feel his breath. His pale face is now tinted with a deep blush. “I'm sorry, I've never-”

“Yes, you did…” You cut off his overthinking, leaning in for another try. He lets out a small, surprised sound before melting into the kiss. This time it's longer, more confident, yet still as passionate as the last. Choso drapes his arms around your back once again, craving more of this warm feeling filling his heart. No matter how wrong everything outside these walls may be, everything feels right with you in his arms.

You let out a soft laugh as you pull away, catching your breath. Choso smiles, brushing his sharp bangs out of his face with a swipe of his hand. You remain in his embrace for a long moment, basking in his safe, comforting presence. But as you come down from the heat of the moment, something nags at you deep down.

“Choso, what are you going to do now?” you whisper, recalling your initial conversation. He takes a deep breath. His burning desire to get revenge for his brothers still remains… but he can't let go of this new feeling. He's certain of that.

“I'm going to go find Itadori.” he says firmly, standing from the couch. “But… I want you to come with me. I feel it's best if we sort this out together.”

You follow Choso back into the city, walking hand-in-hand through the darkness. With him by your side, this time it doesn't feel so scary.

you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cry— worries him to his core every time he does— but as he’s fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way life’s supposed to be.

CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.

CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact he’s doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.

CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.

just… farmer!kita x housewife!reader but it’s the middle of the night & kita always has to be up early, and you feel so bad because he’s had such a long day and he deserves to rest… you’re just unbearably horny, and you can’t bring yourself to be selfish by waking him up, so you try to quietly masturbate next to him, struggling to discreetly get off, but you can’t hold back your whines or the fact that after being with him for so long, he’s trained your body to only respond to him. right when you’re about to give up, you feel him grab your wrist.

“what’re y’doin?” his voice is gravelly and thick with sleep, but the strength behind his grip is alive with energy. when he married you, he promised you that he’d provide for you. that includes wringing out orgasms from his pretty little wife whenever she wants. it’s not that he’s upset because you woke him up; he’s upset that you didn’t initially wake him up to help you, and now he’s going to have punish you.

☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.

you’re woken up by a kiss.

gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.

“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.

“it’s midnight.”

“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder. 

“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.

“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.

“and it also means it’s a new day already.”

“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.

satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.

“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.

Hi!

I have a req - Richter fell in love with reader (female) who is a Vampire

They’re pretty distance at first but then they start to like eachother 👉👈😮‍💨

Also sorry for my bad english…

AN: I don’t think this is exactly what you asked for but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I forgot how much I hate tumblr’s formatting.

Word Count: 1600+

You had been a freshly turned vampire when you met Alucard.

A rouge vampire had turned you and abandoned you and it was only because of pure luck and maybe a little bit of fate, had Alucard stumbled upon you and taken you underneath his wing, teaching you and helping you cling onto the remnants of the humanity you had left and since then, you had remained by his side, travelling the continents, he dragged you along to every adventure he got in to for the past two hundred years.

Now you were in France, camping out in the ruins of an old building, or rather you were hiding in the quickly diminishing shaded areas, calculating how long you had left until you were forced to hide in the nearby forest as the sun rose from its forced eclipse.

“Why not keep the world in darkness forever and destroy it all at once? She must have exhausted her power.” Annette spoke as she stood up, “We should attack again now, while she’s weak”

“She’s not weak.” Alucard approaches the group, “I’m sorry we didn’t get you sooner, who did you lose?”

“Her mother…though she is not exactly dead” Richter informs them.

“I’m sorry, I know how she feels”

Alucard turned to where you were hiding and glanced up at the sun, a silent warning that your time was rapidly running out and you nodded at him, standing up from your crouched position.

“I’ll stay nearby” You inform him, head motioning towards the woods just beside the ruins they were camping out in, “Keep me updated.”

Alucard nods and watches after you as you speed off to the safety of the darkness and shade.

Richter is also watching after you, his blue eyes trailing after your blurring figure before you completely disappear.

He had been curious about you since you and Alucuard had saved them hours beforehand, something about you was compelling to him and he wasn’t sure why. He’s come across many vampires before but you were the first one who actually saved him and not tried to kill him, plus you were also stunningly beautiful.

Ritcher was brought back to reality after Alucard turned around to face the group and found him still staring after you, a small smirk on his face before he began to tell them of their journey to Egypt.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You sat up against one of the many trees around you, bored out of your mind as you were unable to do anything whilst the sun was up. Usually you sleep the day away or read but now you’ll have to wait until the sun sets before you can set off to Paris with Alucard and Richter if Alucard manages to convince him.

The sound of distant footsteps makes you perk up, they’re nervous, unsure and so you’re only half surprised when Richter stumbles into the clearing minutes later.

He flushes a bright red when he realises that you were already watching and expecting him, and he clears his throat nervously before he speaks up,

“Are you also going to Paris?” Richter asks.

“I am” You nod as you stand up, “Wherever Alucard goes, I go.”

“So you’re quite close to him then?” Richter asks, curious about the dynamic between the two vampires.

“Alucard saved me when I was turned. I’ve been by his side for two hundred years.” You reminisce, “I’ll follow him to the end of the world if I have to.”

Richter looks shocked at your statement causing you to let out a soft laugh.

“I guess our relationship is like yours and Maria’s…siblings almost but Alucard saved me from a certain death and for that, I’ll always be by his side, loyal to the end” ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The sun had once again set and you were free to leave your temporary prison of the forest and leave with the group towards Paris but not before they stopped by Juste’s cabin…which was currently up in flames.

Richter gasped and ran ahead, calling out for his grandfather and you ran after him whilst Alucard transformed into a wolf and Annette forged her weapons.

You looked around the area but it was quiet, no sign of vampire life other than the dead ones that were scattered around and you were pulled out of your concentration by Richter wading into the water, calling out his grandfather's name before he turns the body around and realises it’s a dead vampire.

The sound of tinkling brings everybody’s attention to where Juste stood, alive, contaminating the river.

“You normally interrupt someone when they’re taking their steed to water?” Juste asks, unhappy that he was disturbed.

You laugh at the face Richter makes as he realises what was happening before he exits the river as quickly as he can.

“Do you normally piss in the lake you drink from?” You ask, disgust lacing your words.

Juste calls out your and Alucard’s name in recognition before a frown settles over his features, “This doesn’t bode well”

“There was an eclipse” Juste states while crossing his arms.

“We know” Richter deadpans

“Fucking vampires everywhere. Never seen one before, an eclipse. But this one was magic anyway, wasn't it?” Juste turns to Alucard for answers.

“Erzsebet Bathory, the Vampire Messiah. She can turn day to night.” Alucard informs him.

“Oh. So, what will it take to kill her?” Juste asks the question that everyone wants to know the answer for.

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You sat with Alucard and Annette on some tree stumps as Richter and Juste have a private moment.

“Are all Belmonts like this?” Annette asks.

“Irritating? Oh, yes.”

Alucard’s response makes you laugh, as even though you don’t have a history with them like Alucard, the few you have met over the years did all seem to share the infamous Belmont trait.

“To be honest, it's years since I had much to do with them.” Alucard stands from where he sat, desperate to get going, “Richter, we need to go!”

“But if we can't stop Erzsebet, I'll need a Belmont to finish the job. Or a revolutionary witch, of course.” Alucard continues on with his conversation with Annette.

“What happens if we get to Paris, and the mummy doesn't hold any power, and it's just some old corpse that was stolen hundreds of years ago?” Annette asks.

“Then at least it's no use to Erzsebet either.”

You wait for Richter as he finishes saying goodbye to his grandfather before you both follow after Alucard and Annette.

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“The river will take us much of the way from here, we won't be stopping, so if you need provisions, get them now. Keep out of sight. For sure, we're being followed. I'm always being bloody followed.” Alucard instructs them.

“Will you turn the tables on them, surprise them and take them out with your flying sword thing?” Richter eagerly asks, excited to see Alucard in action taking over.

“I'm going to find a boat.” Alucard responds, his tone as flat as ever.

You and Annette stifle your laughter as Alucard stalks off.

Richter invites you to help him hunt, insisting that your vampire traits would make it easier as Annette picks mushrooms.

“So, how long have you been alive?” Richter asks, his hand going up to nervously scratch at his nape.

“Haven’t you heard it’s rude to ask a woman their age?” You tease him with a giggle.

Richter’s cheeks flame red as he quickly splutters to clarify what he means, causing you to laugh again before you reassure him.

“After the first hundred years, I lost track but if I were to guess, maybe two-hundred and twenty…give or take a few years”

“That’s…a long time” Richter is stunned as they come to a stop in a clearing.

You hum in agreement, “I have lived a long life, traveled to places and seen things that I could have never dreamed of before I was turned.”

“I would love to travel someday”

You step closer to Richter, “Maybe I’ll take you travelling, you know, once we’ve killed Erzebet and Drolta…if you want that is”

Richter’s head dips closer to yours as your hand comes to a rest on his arm,

“I’d like that…alot” Richter whispers.

You move to shift to your tiptoes when you hear distant footsteps heading your way, prompting you to step away from him.

He shoots you a confused look that is answered when Annette steps through with a basket filled with mushrooms.

“Caught any rabbits?” Annette asks with a smile, “Or did you get distracted?”

You flash her a grin, “I’ll leave you two to it, I don’t even need to eat, not really.”

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As Annette was in the spirit world, you got comfortable down into the basement of the building you were temporarily staying in but you weren’t alone for long as Richter soon joined you, sitting beside you as close as he possibly could without actually sitting on you.

“How is she doing?” You ask about Annette.

“Nothing has changed, but Alucard is keeping watch over her.”

Richter stutters as he tries to speak again, tripping over his words as a steady blush rises on his cheek.

“Can I kiss you Richter?” You ask, smile on your face as you get to the point.

“Oh, yes please.”

You shift up and pull him into a kiss, swallowing his soft gasps as you deepen the kiss. You only separate when Richter has to pull away to breathe.

“You know, Alucard gave me the encouragement to come down here” “Not enough encouragement to initiate the kiss I see” You tease, “Unfortunately, Alucard is a terrible bragger when he’s right.”

“Let him” Richter grins at you before he pulls you back into another kiss.