May I request Alucard (Castlevania) getting a massage from his s/o that starts out innocent only for it to turn slightly intimate?
Alucard x reader + massage
Alucard winced again as he stretched his shoulders.
He might have incredible healing from his vampire side, but the trials he has had to go through over the past few months have taken their toll. It seemed every day he woke up there was some new kind of sore or twinge of pain in his body. Invisible battle scars.
“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asked as they seemed to notice his fleeting discomfort.
“It’s nothing.” Alucard replied quickly. Going back to his tasks.
“It didn’t look like ‘nothing’. Are you hurt? From the other night?”
“No. Well…not really.” He wanted to just leave it at the ‘no’ but he could never lie to [Y/N]. Even white lies, or omission of the truth. “It’s my back. It’s just a little sore.”
“Well, you went through a wall.” They told him. “That’s understandable.”
They go back to their respective chores, but Alucard winced again, so [Y/N] spoke up. “It’s really bothering you eh? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”
“A massage?” Alucard repeated with an arched brow. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Come on. It’s not like that.” They insisted. “Massage has actual therapeutic properties to it. It’s as legitimate as any other non-invasive medical practice. Just…people use it for other things.” There was a slight blush to their cheeks. “In any case, it might help. Get the kinks out. Trust me. You’ll feel better.”
Alucard was still skeptical, but even the suggestion of relief seemed to make his back tense up in excitement of finally being free. So he gave in. “Fine. Lead on.”
They headed back through the castle towards his bed chamber and [Y/N] told him to strip and lay down on the bed. “Whatever level of undressed you feel comfortable with.” He wanted to tell them that his level of comfort with nudity meant that he would need to be fully clothed under the covers, but he realized that was not helpful. So he just took his shirt off.
“Do you still have that lavender oil blend Sypha gave you when you weren’t sleeping?”
“What? Oh…it’s in the box on the dresser.” He forgot about that. Seemed there was no shortage of ailments to his person these days.
They seem to find it quickly and head over to the bed to straddle him from behind across his lower back. “You need to relax.” They told him.
“I’m trying.” This was all very new to him. Being close to people. Being touched. His instincts, honed from the past few months, badgering him about being ‘pinned’ from behind. He felt their fingers run through his long hair, combing it a little as they moved it out of the way, and he took a deep breath as that seemed to help.
The air was suddenly flooded with the scent of lavender and other calming herbs. Alucard suddenly remembered how strong the scent was, and probably why he only used it a few times. He flinched when the cool oil touched his back and tried to relax again when he felt [Y/N]’s hands spread it across his back. “Is this ok?”
Alucard nodded into the pillow. Not sure if he should talk or if that would ruin the moment and ‘relaxation’ he was working on. Their hands then moved up to his shoulders and gripped them with a little more pressure than before. He instantly let out a groan.
“Sorry. Is that a good noise or a bad noise?”
“It…it’s fine…”
The hands on his shoulders were slowly kneading out all the stress. It was a little uncomfortable, at first, but his muscles were definitely giving way to their ministrations. He took another deep breath and sunk further into the bed.
This continued for a while. Alucard wasn’t sure how long. He lost track of time and nearly everything but the hands on his back. Moving in a coordinator effort from one muscle group to the next. It was like he was in a daze by the time they were finished. Barely registering the question of, “do you feel better?” to which he was only able to nod.
[Y/N] smiled down at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. He lifted up his head a little to meet them, and what was properly meant as just a quick peck soon turned into a lazy, soft, open mouth kiss on top of him. “Wow. You must be feeling better.”
“Yes. I…” Alucard suddenly realized that, although his back wasn’t stiff anymore, something else was. “I…I think I feel a little too much better.”
[Y/N] seemed confused for a minute, but they were a clever person and quickly caught on. “Oh! Do you…” Alucard surely looked about as embarrassed as he felt. So [Y/N] dropped it. “I’ll get back downstairs then. If you….well…take all the time you need.”
They climbed off of him and Alucard just laid there for a moment. Willing his erection down. It went back down soon enough, and he sat up from the bed pain free for the first time in months. He would have to thank [Y/N] properly when he went downstairs. Or maybe tonight. With perhaps a less legitimate massage.
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“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 4)
“This was your home?”, Sypha asked Trevor as soon as we came up to the abandoned building.
“Yes”, he replied, calmly, as we looked around.
Each of us had torches in our hands, and I kept sort of behind Alucard, as we trudged around.
“So you grew up here?”, Sypha questioned him further.
“Yeah…”, he answered her, once more.
“I could never imagine that… having only one home your whole childhood”, she commented, gently brushing her palm against a dusty staircase, before wiping the dust off on her cloak.
I stayed silent, just slowly sauntering around, my pointed ears twitching with the little sounds my hearing allowed me to pick up on. I softly hummed a tune to myself, not realizing I was carrying on with it.
“Would you stop that?”, Alucard suddenly said from behind me. “It’s grating.”
I scoffed, and turned around. I stared up at him with my brows furrowed in irritation.
“Stop what?”
“That humming… you can hum later.”
I just stuck my tongue out at him, and kept walking around, humming the same tune. Nobody else but him seemed to care. All I could think was that it seemed like he didn’t know how to have fun. Always so stoic, and serious… not the little Alucard I knew when I too, was little. A sentimental smile spread across my face as I thought of that little boy. I remembered when we first met.
(Flashback, Lorena’s POV)
I was sitting down by the river bank, watching a frog on a warm summer’s day. My ears perked up as I heard some strange noises coming from the undergrowth behind me. I gasped and looked around. I heard the sounds growing closer and closer, until a little boy stumbled out of the bushes, and fell right then and there. I covered my mouth in shock as he had fallen on his knees. I figured he’d scraped them. He looked like he was about to cry, his eyes welling up, until he met my eyes. I blinked, dumbfounded.
“Wha— fairy?!”, he exclaimed.
I sighed. “Pixie!”
“Oh… sorry, miss…”, he answered, getting up and brushing himself off. “But, what’s the difference?”
“Fairies are tiny… us Pixies tend to be around similar sizes to humans… we just have wings and pointed ears”, I explained. “And most of us possess magic.”
“Hey! I have pointed ears!”, he said, happily holding his hair out of the way of his ears.
I giggled at him. “What’s your name?”
“Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, madam!”, he replied, with a flourish and a bow. “What’s your name? You look like a princess from the stories mother tells me!”
I blushed and laughed even more.
“Hello, Adrian. I like your name. I’m Lorena… Lorena Van Lovlin”, I answered him, with a little smile.
“Y-you like my name?”, he asked, his face heating up with a blush.
I nodded.
He clapped, happily, and then sat down next to me, by the river.
“I’m sorry if I’m weird… I don’t talk to girls that much…”, he answered. “Are you my age?”
“It’s okay”, I said, with a shrug. “I think so. I’m 10”, I answered.
“Ah… I’m only 8”, he answered. “So you’re a girl, and older than me… now I’m really nervous.”
“Don’t be! I like you!”, I said, suddenly taking his hand.
His eyes widened, and he let out a little gasp.
“W-well… not like that… as friends… ya know!”, I stammered. “Wanna be friends?”
He stood up and stood as straight as a soldier. He proceeded to clear his throat and replied with,
“I will be whatever you want me to be, my lady! Even your knight in shining armor!”, he said, purposefully lowering his voice, and pushing his shoulders back in an attempt to make his svelte boyish physique seem like it was bigger.
I burst out laughing at him. He was so adorable.
(Return to present, Lorena’s POV)
I found myself suddenly laughing. Everybody around me just looked at me, confused why I was laughing. I met their eyes, and then just shrugged.
“Sorry! I remembered a… a joke I heard”, I nervously told them.
Sypha and Trevor just gave me a smile, while Alucard just stared at me with a blank expression.
We carried on, in silence for a few minutes, until Alucard broke it.
“How old were you when your family home was taken?”, he asked Trevor.
Trevor let out a sigh, and I saw him bite his lip in thought.
“Ah… 13, 14… something like that”, he stated, shrugging.
At that statement, I remembered how I ran away from my home at only 14.
“You’ve been on your own since you were 13?”, Sypha queried, sounding very concerned and sympathetic for Trevor.
Trevor was paused for a moment, as he knelt down to the ground to examine something I couldn’t see from where I stood, a few feet behind Alucard.
“Maybe 12. But, who remembers that sort of thing?”, he answered, dryly.
I exchanged a glance with Sypha, both of us thinking the same thing. ‘Damn. Poor man.’
“12”, Alucard echoed, turning to look at me, for a split second.
I met his eyes briefly, but then looked back at Trevor.
“Is there a point to these questions?”, he asked, sounding irritated about being asked so many things.
I proceeded to walk over next to Sypha, and I saw underneath a pile of rocks, what looked like a golden plate, dazzled with sigils. Trevor let out a small gasp.
“I think this is it…”, he said, as he suddenly began pushing rocks out of the way.
Alucard eventually walked over, as well, and stared down at it.
“Your hidden entrance looks like a hearthstone”, he commented.
“Just help me clear it, would ya?”, he retaliated.
With ease, Alucard started throwing rocks out of the way. My eyes widened in surprise at his sheer strength that his vampire side lended him. I found myself biting my lip at this, and smirking. I appreciated a strong man.
Once Alucard finished, he caught my gaze. He raised a brow at my staring, but didn’t break eye contact for some moments. I kept it as well, almost challengingly.
“Something wrong?”, he asked, within in a few seconds after.
“Not at all”, I replied, until I just smirked slightly and looked away.
Trevor and Sypha exchanged a glance, both of them looking confused by Alucard and I’s rather confrontational behavior towards one another.
Sypha then knelt down and looked at the ‘door’.
“So… do we lift it? This is a very weird ‘door’”, Sypha remarked.
Trevor didn’t reply. He just stared down at it, scratching the back of his neck in deep thought.
Alucard walked forward, and attempted to lift it.
“Damn… I can’t even lift it…”, he murmured.
Sypha ran her hand across the surface of it, gently.
“Ah… I see now”, she began. “You won’t be able to lift it, at all.”
“Well, somehow my family got it up…. I was taken down there as a child”, Trevor explained, shrugging.
“Did you see them lift it?”
“No… they brought me down there, after it was up.”
I exchanged a glance with both Trevor and Sypha.
“Were your parents magicians?”, Sypha asked him.
Trevor looked taken aback.
“No, not at all”, he answered, shaking his head. “The door was put in by one of our ancestors. That’s all I really know.”
“Well… it seems the special ‘trick’ to open this door was passed down through generations…”, Sypha commented, smirking softly. “Like how us speakers pass down things to the next generation. Now, stand back.”
I took a step back, wondering what in the world she was going to do. Alucard and I looked at one another, briefly. I watched as Sypha pointed her fingers towards the door, and began to recite an Enochian ward. I raised my brows at this, not expecting that to be the way we were to open the door. Trevor also seemed quite baffled. Eventually, the door slowly moved aside, revealing a decrepit staircase going down, down, down…
“Whoa… Enochian ward…”, I commented, smiling at Sypha.
“Yes. I know that language”, she replied, smiling back at me.
“Well, well, well… naughty Belmonts running around killing all the big bad things in the forest… while also using a door operated by occult language”, Alucard teasingly said to Trevor.
Trevor rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like I knew it was a fucking magic door. Doesn’t make us black magicians.”
“You do know… the word ‘teloch’ means death, right?”, Alucard continued.
“Shut up…”, Trevor retaliated.
“It’s magical door of death, Belmont!”
“Are you coming or what?”, Trevor questioned Alucard, as he was already walking down the stairs.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them going back and forth, and as I began to walk down the stairs, I thought I felt something odd behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck seemed to stand up.
“You shove her, and I will obliterate you”, I heard Sypha say sharply, out of nowhere.
I whipped around, and saw Alucard with his hands up, readied at my back to shove me. I glared at him.
“What?”, he asked, laughing. “I was only acting like I was going to. Do you really think I would?”
“Mhm…”, Sypha responded, before walking past us to be beside Trevor.
“You aren’t funny…”, I said to Alucard, as he was now walking next to me, down the stairs.
He just scoffed, and turned his head away.
Once we made it further down into the Belmont Hold, we split up. I followed Alucard to one side of the library, while Trevor and Sypha walked towards the other. We came upon a glass shelf with vampire skulls on it. I could feel Alucard’s unnerve by this, as he stared at it.
“So, what was your Leon Belmont doing in Wallachia?”, Sypha asked Trevor, not out of earshot from Alucard and I.
“Hunting Dracula…”, Alucard replied before Trevor could say anything.
I couldn’t deny that I was also very unnerved by the vampire skulls on the shelf. We stood there for about a minute, both of us too stunned to speak.
“Isn’t this amazing? Look at all this stuff!”, Sypha said to us, as she leaned over a podium, nearby.
“Charming…”, Alucard replied, dryly.
“You’re not even a little bit impressed?”
“This looks like a big museum dedicated to the genocide of my kind, so no. Not thrilled.”
I remained silent, but I began to venture to other parts of the building. I didn’t realize Alucard was following me until he accidentally stepped on the back of my shoe. I whipped around, and I glared at him.
“Hey! Watch it…”, I said to him. “That hurt.”
“Oh, poor you…”, he replied, pushing past me.
“Why are you even following me, anyway, you creep?”, I questioned him, crossing my arms.
He stared down at me, and shrugged.
“Am I not allowed to walk where I want to?”, he asked me, smirking.
“Well, if you’re gonna bother me, make yourself useful”, I told him.
“Tch. How?”
“Give me a boost up to that shelf, please”, I said, pointing to a higher shelf of books.
“Can’t you just fly up there?”, he asked, gently touching the tip of my wing.
I shoved his hand away.
“Flying takes a lot more energy than you would think. That’s why I only fly if I’m in a hurry, or if I’m flying for my life…”, I explained.
“Fine. Here…”, he said, kneeling down and letting me step on his two hands cupped together. “Vertically challenged woman…”
“Mentally challenged dhampir”, I retorted as I stepped on his hands, and he slowly lifted me.
I grabbed the book I was eyeing.
“Okay, I’d like to come down now”, I said, looking back down at him.
He didn’t say anything, and slowly lowered me back down on the floor. I leaned back against the bookshelf, and I began to flip through the book, silently. Alucard still lingered next to me, though, just staring. I could see him in my peripheral. I turned to him.
“Yes?”, I asked, blinking.
He looked uncomfortable, and then averted his gaze from mine.
“Do you have to wear that all the time?”, he asked, sort of mumbling.
“What, what’s wrong with it?”, I asked, scoffing.
“It’s umm… not much for the back, is there?”, he asked, stammering.
“Listen, I can’t wear too much clothes… I hate lots of clothes, anyways. It makes me feel restricted, and I like to feel as close to nude as possible. It’s my life, man”, I retorted, shutting the book.
He rolled his eyes.
“Well, I just got a front row view of your—“, he started.
“Lorena! Alucard! Come here, we’ve found something!”, Trevor’s booming voice interrupted our conversation.
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