Marry Me

Step sibling fics make me gag, yall enjoy reading that shit? It’s honestly disgusting…and don’t give me that bs it’s a preference or it’s fanfic- YOU LIKE READING ABT FUCKIN YOUR SIBLINGS?! SEND EM TO PRISON! 😭🤢

RAISING ITADORI YUUJI WITH CHOSO

This was hidden in the vault... Bringing it into light 🫣

La Vie en Rose

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason wildly preferring you over everyone else

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: standard batfam arguing etc.

You sit curled up embarrassingly close to Jason on the couch, head on his shoulder. The team is still in their gear as they filter into the living room, masks and helmets discarded in scattered locations between here and the cave. The mission had been fairly simple and with all of them together it only took a couple hours to finish up.

As you waited, Alfred had kept your mind busy in the kitchen while he taught you how he makes his famous ice cream from scratch.

The clamor of the heroic party’s return had made itself known sooner than later, and you think your face must have displayed your emotions nicely because Alfred nodded you away with a small smile and no second thought.

You’d walked into the living room, weaving through the mess of siblings until a hand snuck out on your left and grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to look at him before Jason pulled you down to sit next him on the sofa. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in and leaving virtually no space between you. His armor sits heavy against you, but a welcome weight on your shoulders.

Tim plops down on the couch across from you and you can just make out a bit of blood on the side of his head, aptly accompanied by an irritated look sprawled across his face. It’s not enough blood to be concerned about—not for them—but you can venture a guess that whatever they were up to shouldn’t have called for any injuries and his pique is likely directly related to that.

Though Dick’s goading aura might have something to do with it too, as he comes crashing down next to him a second later, partially sitting on Tim’s cape and pulling him into an awkward angle. 

Nightwing doesn’t seem too perturbed by the younger vigilante’s agitation and curt manner of pushing him off.

The others are too caught up in chatter to pay much attention to you, and you can be certain that’s why Jason takes that moment to press a kiss to the side of your head. He lets his lips linger there for just a second as you lean into him.

Alfred’s own entrance is the only thing able to subside the flurry of conversations skirting around the room.

“A job well done,” he commends with a nod. “A selection of ice creams awaits you in the kitchen.”

He gives you a sly wink before retreating back through the swinging door, leaving Stephanie and Cass to practically trip over themselves trying to beat each other to the kitchen. Robin follows after unhurried, mask still on, with his hands behind his back.

Jason kneads your thigh before pushing himself up to stand. He turns back, looking down to you. “What do you want?” he asks softly.

You hum, "Just strawberry's good."

Tim sits up, "Can I—”

"No, you've got legs,” Jason grumbles, stalking off to the kitchen.

Dick barks out a laugh and you bite back a smile.

Tim looks absolutely aghast. 

“That’s such bullshit. You know, he used to be nice.”

“No he didn’t,” Dick laughs, shaking his head. “Not since you’ve known him.”

Stephanie stumbles out of the kitchen then, the door hitting her back on the way, as she mutters a curse behind her. You can vaguely makeout Jason grunting something back before she rolls her eyes.

Steph looks at you, shaking her head as she returns to her seat, “You live like this?”

You shrug, “He’s nice to me.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Tim grumbles.

Jason returns after Cass a minute later with a bowl of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. He expertly ignores Tim’s unwavering glare as he resituates himself beside you.

He scoops your legs up over his lap and positions the bowl in between you, wrapping the sleeve of his jacket around it so that the cold porcelain doesn’t make contact with your skin.

The others have set themselves up so that the four of them are stuffed up against each other on the sofa adjacent to you, very obviously examining you both. 

And while you’re willing to acknowledge the amused stares and singular glare, Jason only sighs heavily, rolling his eyes as he glares at the coffee table.

Only a few seconds of this are allowed to go by before he pulls over a throw pillow and sets it over your knees, so that it rests atop your heads like a mini-fort, successfully blocking out his siblings' view of the two of you.

You smile and press a light kiss to his shoulder as he simmers.

Regrettably, you miss the way Damian side-eyes the pillow above you as he re-enters the room, perching himself atop the back of the couch behind the others.

“This is so nice,” Dick preens. “He used to just leave the room when too many of us gathered in one place. Now he has to stay.”

Stephanie watches the makeshift fort with wary eyes, scooping ice cream into her mouth. “Yeah…I don’t wanna freak you guys out but, uh…”

It’s quiet for a moment and you guess Cass is speaking. 

You’re proven right when Stephanie starts up again, “My thoughts exactly.” Her voice drops into a raspy whisper that isn’t really meant to go unheard, “I don’t know who the hell that is, but it is not Jason.” 

“This is unprecedented,” Damian mumbles, dipping into his own chocolate cup.

“Do they always talk about you like you’re not here?” you ask Jason quietly. 

“Yes,” he grumbles with a scornful look directed at the bowl.

A low hiss can be heard immediately after, “I’ve never heard him whisper before, what the fuck?”

You can’t hide your laugh as well as you mean to, but you know Jason’s light swat to your thigh is nothing more than a rib.

Mumbles continue along the other couch, mostly going unacknowledged, until Tim busts out, “He doesn’t even like strawberry!”

Jason snaps the pillow out of the way, “The fuck do you know about what I like?”

Tim resets his posture with one hell of an attitude, snarking, “Well I can name one thing you really seem to fucking—”

Jason grabs the pillow harshly and chucks it at Tims head which connects with a loud thwack.

Damian swats it away before it can knock him off balance, though his scowl is only half worth what Tim’s is. 

“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a sneer. “This is why you don’t get invited to movie night anymore.”

Jason doubles back at him, “Sorry, is this not your own fucking house?”

Tim huffs, “Yes, which i—”

“Then get your own goddamn ice cream!”

Tim huffs as he stands, sending Jason a pointed look. “I’m going because I want to.”

Jason barely gives him a sardonic nod as he stomps off.

“Get me some too!” Dick calls back, only for the back of his head to be met with a sideways grimace from Tim.

As he leaves, the focus of the room seems to shift towards Damian dripping chocolate onto his cape and it fades away from there.

You turn to Jason, lowering your voice to just below a whisper, “If you don’t like strawberry—”

“I like it,” he tells you, leaving no room to argue as he takes a bite.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Voicemail. 

Voicemail.

Declined.

Voicemail.

Declined.

Declined. 

“I swear to God, he better be dead,” Stephanie mutters to herself.

She shuts her phone off and tosses it into the passenger seat with a huff. Her fingers drum against the steering wheel as she scans the sidewalk across from her car.

The night before the majority of the team had been involved in a less-than-successful plan, which some have called “a display of complete idiocy and inability to circumspect.”

Then Tim had to go and make a joke about that word choice in what was apparently a bad moment. This gave way to a harsher punishment of the team being forced to clean the batcave foot by square foot—notably, an impossible task.

So naturally, they had to retaliate.

The plan was to dismantle the batmobile piece by piece and leave it a collection of parts for Bruce to find. Problem being, the group as it stood didn’t possess the capability to do so without doing a great deal of damage to the parts. Damage, that the family was not willing to face extra retribution for.

Fortunately, they knew just the man for the job. 

Unfortunately, said man has devoted his life to ignoring their messages, favoring to live peacefully and distantly from them. And because that peace and distance does come with an add-on of borderline complete secrecy from his family, no one had any idea where to look for him.

So, Stephanie decided to do the next most rational thing and track down your location. She’d hoped he would be with you like he always is, but for seemingly the first time in the last year—he’s nowhere to be found.

Now, was revenge for a minor-slight by Bruce so important that it required Stephanie to take all of these steps to get a hold of Jason? No, absolutely not. She’s pretty sure that the others have already given up on it by now and started cleaning. But it’s about the principal. And also, she does not want to clean the floors of a cave.

She jumps up in her seat when she spots you exiting a store, scurrying to unbuckle and pry the car door open.

She’s across the street in half a second, running directly into your line of sight. It actually would’ve been very difficult for her to miss your line of sight, considering she’d landed only a good six inches in front of your face. “Hey!”   

“Oh, fuck—” you jump, grabbing your chest. You take a breath when you realize who it is, less surprised now by the theatrics of the introduction. “Hey Steph.”

“Hey,” she smiles casually, like she didn’t do what she just did. “So Jason’s been ignoring us and I need to get a hold of him,” she tells you.

You nod, still collecting yourself. “Oh. I don’t know where he is—”

She shakes her head, “That’s fine. Can I use your phone to call him?”

You frown, “Is something wrong?”

“With him, yeah,” she snarks. “I called him, Tim called him, Dick called him, Cass called him, Damian called him, we used Bruce’s phone to call him—that was a bit of a long shot, but still. This is our last option. Well, not our last option, if this doesn’t work I could get really invasive, but—” She shakes the thought from her head, “Nevermind.”

You nod blankly, taking in the mountain of information she’d just handed you. “How’d you know I was here?”

She scans your eyes back and forth for a second before her own widen in realization and she’s shaking her head. “No, no, don’t worry we’re not tracking you! I just hacked into the traffic cameras to find you.”

“Oh!” you exclaim, nodding some more. “Okay.”

You hand her your phone without any further questions—for your own sake—and she happily accepts. 

“You know I texted him 115 times?” she tells you as she scrolls through your contacts.

You furrow your eyebrows, watching her click his name and press the phone to her ear. “Did you count?”

“Well, I had the time, di—you son of a bitch! One ring?” Stephanie scorns into the phone.

You can hear Jason groan on the other end of the line. 

He says something to Stephanie that she follows up with a firm shake of her head.

“No,” she says defiantly. “She let me use it.”

Stephanie rolls her eyes, not pleased with his response. “What if it was an emergency?”

She listens for a second, skeptical look on her face.

She gasps suddenly, “I am not overstepping, we thought you were dead!”

Over the course of about ten seconds the shock on her face drops into just-been-caught guilt. “Well, I mean we considered it.”

You imagine Jason’s telling her to give you your phone back as she stands her ground, pushing, “If you promise to text me back.”

A short response on his end.

“Promise to text me back!”

There’s a brief lull before she’s giving a self-satisfied nod and jostling your phone back into your hands. “Here ya go. Thanks, babe!” She smiles wide at you before jogging back across the street, not waiting for the cars.

You smile as you watch her go, putting the phone up to your ear, “Hey Jay.”

You can hear the relief on the other end of the line. “Hey sweetheart. You know if you see Steph in public, you can just walk away?”

“I’m not going to walk away from your family.” You look again across the street, “Also I don’t think that was an option for me this time.”

“That thing is fucking scary.”

Cass smiles fondly, signing, “I think he’s cute.”

Tim eyes the way Salem traipses around his feet, yellow eyes staring up at him. “Why’s it even here?”

Jason rolls his eyes, continuing to scroll on his phone. “He’s hers. Deal with it.”

Tim scrunches up his mouth. “She knows I hate it. And she, unlike you, wouldn’t subject me to this just for the hell of it. So again I ask: why is it here?”

Jason huffs, looking up from his phone. “What do you want me to say? He wants to be.”

Tim scoffs at that, “‘It wants to be’? You’re the one who put it in the car.”

“No, I didn’t,” Jason says factually.

Tim looks at him sideways as Salem leaps onto Jason’s lap and nudges his hand up. Jason follows along as requested, petting the top of Salem’s head with an open palm. 

Tim squirms to the other side of the couch with a look of disgust on his face. Salem watches him the whole time.  

A smile adorns Cass’ face as she signs, “She says he can read people’s energy.”

Tim huffs, resting his head against his fist. “What does that even mean?”

The conversation is cut off by the clatter of you and Dick stumbling into the room, carrying a freshly painted headboard. Blue paint coats both of your hands and has no doubt stained your clothes.

You’re clearly struggling a bit to keep your grip on your end, the weight of the wooden frame dragging your arms down.

Jason stands and Salem flows along with his movements easily, leaping down onto the hardwood. He comes over and helps you lift your end of the frame with a stupid amount of ease, to the point that you’re not even holding any of the weight up anymore. The three of you—less so you—move the headboard and lean it up against the wall. After it's set down Jason steps back and looks over it gingerly.

“It looks good,” he murmurs to you, quiet enough to not give his brother the satisfaction of his approval.

Dick had asked you over to help him paint Damian’s bed frame as a surprise for him for not getting in any “altercations” at school this semester. You’d decided on coating it with his favorite color first and then fill it in with a collection of what Dick has “on good authority” are his favorite animals. It’s a fairly random assortment that you’re not sure adds to or disproves Dick’s credibility. You’d spent the better half of the afternoon googling animals you’d never heard of just to make sure you projected their likenesses accurately. Dick had been very clear that you had to be precise on the details because Damian would know if he was really looking at a komodo dragon painting or if it was “some common lizard.”

You sigh, “I hope he likes it. I’m worried we did it too childish for him.”

“He is a child,” Jason says plainly.

“But he is not childish,” you counter. And he sure isn’t. You’d had a hard enough time convincing Damian to watch cartoons, adding a colorful animal mural to his bedroom might be one step too far. You’re still trying to figure him out.

“He’ll like it,” he says firmly.

You smile, slipping around under his arm and tucking yourself into his side.

Not a moment later, Dick slings an arm around Jason's shoulder, grinning as he pulls his brother in close.

Jason’s immediately louring. "No, get away from me."

Dick, unfazed and still smiling, removes his arm and takes a big step to the right. You do the same, figuring he needs his space, but you get caught by the wrist before you can do more than sway to the side. 

“Not you.” 

He pulls you back under his arm, wrapping it around the front of your shoulders. You hook your fingers around his forearm, letting your hand hang.

You hear a double-clap from the other side of the room that has you both turning around to face Cass. 

She signs something to Jason with a fond smile on her face. 

You look back and forth between them as Jason waves her off. “What?”

He shakes his head, “It’s nothing. She said—she said we’re cute.”

You smile up at him and he deflects—not so subtly—and starts nudging you back towards where the group is gathered, now all standing. 

Dick’s quick to start bragging off to the room about how great of a job the two of you did and how really complex and daunting it actually is painting animals for a child.

As he talks, your eyes find Jason, who’s definitely about to roll his eyes any second now. A bit subconsciously, your hand comes up to brush Jason’s white streak of hair back, away from tickling his forehead. 

On the other side of Jason, Tim does the same, sweeping Jason’s hair back in a much more mocking manner. 

This gives way to Jason smacking his hand away, harder than he needed to.

"Wha—You let her do it!" Tim protests, overplaying how much the slap hurt.

Jason scowls, "She can do whatever she wants."

Tim drops his shoulders, looking at Jason as if he’d been scandalized. “Oh but I can’t?”

“Not if it involves touching me,” Jason grumbles.

Tim steps closer, putting a finger to Jason’s chest. “You’re such a—”

From the floor, Salem hisses up at Tim, successfully startling the teenager. “Auahh—”

He stumbles backwards, grimacing at the cat. 

“Fucking demon,” he hisses, walking away.

When Tim’s far enough away and Salem’s seemingly satisfied, he brushes up against your leg, purring. 

You peer down at him with a furrowed brow. 

“What’s Salem doing here?”

“I’m not doing this shit with you.”

“No, come on, 9 out of 10 times is what you said. How ‘bout just once? Beat me one time at anything, Jaybird.”

“Anything?” Jason asks like he knows damn well Dick can’t swear on that word.

Rightly so, Dick backtracks. “Something agreed upon.”

Jason throws his hands up, partially in exasperation, partially relenting.

Dick smoothly turns his back to him, announcing, “Opening up the room for ideas.”

Damian’s eye roll is almost audible from the corner armchair, where his attention is unmoved from intently sharpening a blade he’d recently come into possession of.

Bruce similarly remains unbothered in his seat, trying to read despite the distractions. 

“Ooh, okay. Okay.” Stephanie wiggles up a little on the couch. “You could race!”

Dick shakes his head negatively, “I literally just busted my knee up two days ago, Steph.”

“Convenient,” Jason mumbles.

“You were there!” Dick exclaims with an open mouth.

Steph continues, “Um…”

Cass waves to the room from her position upside down on the couch, head hanging down next to Stephanie’s legs. Attention successfully acquired, she signs, “Staring contest.”

Jason grimaces, “That sounds like a nightmare.”

Dick gives him a faux-smile.

“You should play chicken,” Damian chimes in, holding up his knife.

“No,” Bruce drones monotonously as he flips a page. 

“Tic tac toe?” Steph suggests.

Cass is already shaking her head as she scrunches up her mouth in thought.  

Jason rolls his eyes, “What are we, five?”

Dick nods, cracking his knuckles as he thinks. “No, we need something that really proves our worth.”

Bruce looks up from his book, staring numbly through his brow, but remains silent.

“You could arm wrestle,” Steph suggests.

The elder brother twitches at that, “Uh, no.”

Cass moves past that before a joke has the chance to be made. “Handstand contest?” she suggests.

Jason shrugs, “Yeah, sure.”

The elder brother looks at him incredulously. “You’ll do a handstand contest with me?”

“That’s what I just said.”

Dick scoffs, “Jaybird, I’m an acrobat, you’re just some guy.”

Jason, not giving him the courtesy of eye contact, pulls his sweatshirt off from his back. “Well, you’re a lot of things, aren’t you?”

Dick throws his head back with a squint.

Jason fishes his phone out of his pocket and Dick follows suit, offended stare maintaining all the while. 

No exchange is required as they both toss their phones across the room, landing together with a rough clatter on Damian’s lap. Damian’s resulting glare is borderline disgusted.

Dick starts them off, “Alright, go. One…two…”

Both men push up onto their hands, muscles flexing as they find their balance. Dick’s form is better, of course, but Jason looks to have a stronger foundation.   

They both hold strong as several minutes go by with the brothers only maintaining the attention of some of the room, and the interest of none of it.

Stephanie huffs and tilts her head, thoroughly unentertained with the consistency they’re both managing. 

“Starting to wish they’d picked something that moved along a little faster,” she murmurs to Cass.

Dick glances over at the younger brother, clearly displeased with his lack of trouble keeping up with him. He shuffles closer one hand at a time, using the decreased distance to poke at Jason with his foot, trying to knock him over.

Jason kicks him back harder, “Hey! Don’t be a dick—”

“Very funny,” Dick leers.

They both end up finding a struggle to keep balance and are forced to mind their own.  

A chime rings out from the corner that has heads turning briefly in his direction before coming back to the competition. 

“Whose was that?” Dick calls out.

Damian leans over and inspects the screens with disinterest. “Todd’s.”

Jason adjusts his position, “Who is it?”

Damian responds with your name. 

“And?”

He picks up the phone shrugging like he couldn’t care less, “She wants to know if you want to go see some movie.”

There’s a brief silence before Jason drops out of the handstand, standing up. 

Dick’s blood-flushed face peers up at him, bewildered. “Wait, what?”

The family watches with wide eyes as Jason picks his sweatshirt up off the floor and tugs it back on.

Stephanie gawks, bordering on laughing. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says simply.

Dick lets himself fall into a kneeling position with a huff, “You would rather go to some movie you don’t even know the name of than win a bet?”

Jason moues at him, “Uh, yeah.”

He tosses a twenty at Dick, and plucks his phone from Damian’s hand as he strolls past him, typing out a reply.

Cass sits up a bit and signs up to Stephanie, “Does he even like movies?” 

Bruce, now attention now fully removed from his book, watches Jason exit with the slightest hint of a smile. Dick sits dumbly on the floor, staring after him with an open-mouth. 

Damian twists the knife in his hands around contemplatively before rising to stand. 

“I will go,” he announces, dropping his blade onto the seat of the chair. Jason grumbles a no but Damian follows after him just the same.

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TEXTS WITH CHOSO ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ random texts with your bf choso

Yuji Itadori

Yuji was OBSESSED with you, you couldn't deny that you loved all the attention he gave you and all the attention he needed, he was like a puppy.

His hand was always on you, there was no time of the day when he wasn't touching you, this guy is desperate for your attention and if he feels like you're not giving him enough he's going to take you in his big, strong arms and squeeze you against him until he feels like he has 100% of your attention all to himself again. Oh! And you won't have to worry, Yuji only has eyes for you.

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.

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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.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

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.

baby fever - c.kamo

a/n: reader is not pregnant!!

shopping with choso was always an interesting event. walking through the aisles of walmart as he stared in wonder at the multitude of colors was one of the highlights of your day.

but this time.. you'd lost him. he was gone, not answering his phone and completely disappeared from your side. you sigh as you search for him, you had only looked away for a second. how in the world did you lose your 6' something, built like a tank boyfriend?!

suddenly you see those two spiky buns peaking out from above a behind a rack of clothing.

"cho there you are- what are you looking at?"

in his big hands he's holding the most adorable, tiniest little onesie. you practically coo at the gentle look in his eyes.

"it's so tiny."

"well its for a newborn," you say with a smile, joining him in sorting through the miniscule outfits. its silent for a moment before choso speaks.

"i want a baby."

you raise your eyebrows at the half-curse.

"... a baby?"

"yeah," he smiles widely and holds the onesie up, "we can put it in this."

you laugh and take the onesie from him, folding it up and placing it back on the rack.

"i dunno about that... i don't think we're ready for a little one quite yet."

he pouts at you, his head dropping to rest on yours. he gives you a dramatic sigh and you giggle before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"in the mean time... we can always practice making one."

his grin returns and he looks at you with hooded eyes. then he grabs your hand and purse and walks off leaving the cart behind.

"wha- hey! we're not done shopping."

"we gotta practice pretty, gonna make sure that once we'll be ready when the time comes."

now that i'm an adult, i'll say it.

BOLIN WAS ALWAYS FINER THAN MAKO

(y/n) raising the twins alone and wondering where the clinginess comes from.

the younger twin climbing up to her shoulder and nuzzling to her neck. occasionally sucking her cheek and leaving it wet with her baby's spit and just giggles at her after doing it. cries when you don't give him attention and stares at you wide-eyed his blue eyes getting rounder. pouts at you the whole time, his chubby cheeks puffing and then a fit comes on. and then there's the eldest twin....

tugs at your clothes whenever he's near you which is 24/7. sometimes pulling his younger brother from you and the cries begins. not wanting to favor the other one, you put them above you while they grip your clothes in their small baby fists and then sleeps, their little drools staining and then you realized that's what your baby daddies does to you after intimacies without the mess.

it makes you frown about it as if your babies isn't enough with their looks a carbon copy of their fathers and you wished things were different.

Y/n: *holding the baby* nine months in my womb....making me suffer.....

Satoru: :3

Y/n: *looking down at the baby* and you look like your stupid father....

The baby: :3