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love you like oxygen

Your pro hero boyfriend has barely been home the past few weeks because of his hectic schedule, so you decide to surprise him when's patrolling one night and steal some of his time (as well as a few kisses). Aizawa Shouta x fem! reader. Sliiiight NSFW (definitely suggestive, bordering on foreplay). 1.3k words.

Dating Shouta could be hard sometimes. His life is a constant juggle between being a UA teacher by day, a pro hero by night, and a single dad to 23 kids on top of being your boyfriend. So, of course, you understand it can be challenging to find some quality time with him.

Although you’ve only been together for less than a year, you don't really go out on dates anymore. Because when you used to eat out at quiet restaurants or take a walk through the park, he usually couldn't make it through the whole date without getting an urgent phone call about school or his hero work, and then having to excuse himself. Eventually, you get so tired of having to finish your dinner by yourself or go home alone that you start spending most of your free time waiting for him in his apartment.

Most days he gets home at a somewhat reasonable hour, all things considered, and you happily spend your time together eating the dinner you cooked for him and just lounge around and talk until you fall asleep. Then you like to lie in bed in the morning and watch him gear up and get ready, even helping him shave or share a coffee together before he has to kiss you goodbye while you start getting ready for work, too. It’s nice, you think, to share all these mundane moments of everyday life with him.

But he’s been coming home so late the past few days that you’re usually already asleep. And the only thing you wake up to is a plate of breakfast on the table and a little text telling you to have a great day.

After two weeks, you decide you’re tired of missing him and get off work early to surprise him.

You briefly wonder if it was even a good idea to come looking for him when he’s out on patrol, given the hectic (and dangerous) nature of his work. You didn't want to get in the way or distract him too much from anything important he might be doing, especially not if it meant putting anyone at risk.

So you call Hizashi to ask if he might know where your boyfriend is, and you tell him about your little plan. He says it should be fine if you catch him by the time he’s usually on break, and he helps you track Shouta’s patrol route for the night. You thank him before you hang up and head out.

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Although you had meant to surprise him, you suppose he’s just too good at his job to let you. You startle a little when he catches you, and you turn around to face him. He’s hanging upside down from a fire escape with his goggles obscuring his eyes.

You don’t doubt that it’d be an intimidating sight to anyone else; this tall, imposing man, blending in so well with the dark and moving so quickly and quietly in the shadows. But seeing him silhouetted against the glow of the city lights with a small smirk playing on his lips just makes you realise how much you miss him. And how much you want to show him that.

"Fancy running into you here, stranger." His deep, raspy voice comes out teasing and flirty.

A warmth spreads over you at the sound and you take a step closer. “Hey there, hero. I could say the same to you.”

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely surprise?"

You smile softly, reaching up to touch his face, tracing his jawline. “I was hoping you could help me with my little problem.”

He chuckles, his upside-down grin nearly disarming. "Whatever it is, I’m all yours.”

“You see, my boyfriend hasn’t been coming home for the past few days and I've been feeling a little lonely lately because of it.” You pout a little.

“Is that so?” His hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you a fraction closer. The simple gesture, tender and affectionate, sends shivers down your spine. You lean into his touch, the feeling of his hand against your skin comforting. “Do you want me to keep you company then?”

You nod, dipping your head slightly so your lips softly brush against his. The anticipation builds like an electric charge in the air. His closeness is intoxicating and you feel your heart race, each beat like a drum echoing your desire for him.

“Like I said,” he breathes, his thumb lightly grazing your lips. “I’m all yours.”

Your hands trail down to his eyes to pull his goggles down, and you smile at the look on his face. “There you are, handsome.”

You grab his jaw and kiss him like you’ve been wanting to all week, molding your lips against his with a burning desire to be closer. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in and fisting his unruly hair until you feel him groan.

"I've — missed you," you murmur against his lips between kisses, savoring the taste and warmth of his mouth.

"Kitten, you have no idea how much I've missed you," he growls, his voice low and husky. You reach for him again, but he pulls away. You’re about to ask why when he flips himself right-side up, landing effortlessly on the ground to tower over you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.” He pins you against the alleyway, both his palms flat against the surface beside your face, and he draws you closer until you're flush against him. “Thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

Your breath catches in your throat when you feel his knee slowly creeping up between your legs, and he crashes his lips into yours once more.

The taste of him is deliciously exhilirating, the sensation of his skin against yours a heady concoction that sends your senses into a whirl.

"Then why — don’t you—" You try to gasp, “Stop — thinking — and just —”

Unable to form a coherent thought anymore as he kisses you senseless, you reach behind you instead to touch his hand and trail your fingers up his arm, over his chest, and down his abs, feeling his toned muscles through the fabric of his shirt. You hook your finger through his belt to pull him closer.

Feeling his hips slot against yours knocks the air from your lungs.

“Shouta,” you can’t help but whine and roll your hips against him, desperately seeking friction.

His hands grip you tighter as he groans into your mouth. He stops to look at you — your dark, blown out pupils, chest panting and face flushed with desire — and grabs your jaw, smirking. “You know I can't resist you when you're like this, right, kitten?”

You smile slowly through the haziness of the desire clouding your mind.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you go back home first,” He leans in to press a lingering kiss behind your ear, stroking your hair. “And I promise I won’t be far behind?”

“You’re no fun,” You protest petulantly, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Can’t you take a day off from saving the world just for one night?”

He smiles at you softly. “I’m sorry, love, for today and all the days before that I haven’t been around much,” He takes your hands and brings it up to his mouth, looking into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles. “I intend to be plenty fun when I get home later. How’s that sound?”

Your cheeks warm at his words and all the things they make you imagine. “Don’t take too long, then.”

“I won’t. I’m counting down the seconds as we speak.”

With one last stolen, tender kiss, Shouta watches you leave before he heads back out into the night. The ache of having to say goodbye again is softened by the sincerity in his promise of making up for lost time and the eager anticipation of being in his arms soon.

(The noise complaint you get from his neighbor the next day is a small price to pay, and it makes him laugh a little when you show it to him, so…even just for that…)

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𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓦/ 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓪 𝓐𝓲𝔃𝓪𝔀𝓪

(𝑺𝑭𝑾 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑾/ 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝑨𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅

He literally has the BIGGEST soft spot for you, like you’re literally his coffee in the morning, never failing to help him lighten his mood.

Shota is pretty reserved, though he would let you hold his hand or stay close to you in public, occasionally putting a hand on your shoulder or hip too, mostly to keep you safe by his side.

He’s a bit protective over you, but he has confidence that you're his, and oh boy, does he assure you he’s yours. Always reassuring you with his sweet words, loving actions, and gifts. <3

Whenever he sees you babying your pet or just seeing you helping out with Eri or his students, his heart melts, and he will definitely ask you later about wanting a family with him. LOVES cuddling; it doesn’t matter if he’s the big/small spoon, he just loves it. Especially when you guys are on the couch late at night watching a movie.

Oh, please nap with him; he loves it when you sleep on top of him, his strong arms holding you close while enjoying your warmth.

Bonus if you let him nap on you, though; he loves resting his head on your chest or lap, and honestly, he prefers it over his own pillow.

Is big on acts of service, especially when the two of you live together. He’ll do your laundry, carry your bags, open doors, make sure to buy your favorite snacks, and overall, he's just a 10/10 husband.

You give him peace, so after a stressful day of work, he’ll always seek comfort in your arms and nap.

Please hold him and run your fingers along his hair while you whisper sweet nothings to him; it’ll make his day.

Speaking of his hair, he will let you play with it and even style it. Only you and Eri can put silly pigtails in his hair with cute hair clips. Loves kissing you; whenever he greets you in the morning or just casually relaxes on the couch, he’ll give you a quick peck on the cheek or temple. He is a great listener. Honestly just loves the sound of your voice and will always give you his full attention. Though he is a man of few words, he does try to compliment you, calling you beautiful, telling you how lucky he is to have you, or telling you you did amazing after completing a task. However, he shows his appreciation through his actions more than anything else, like bringing you to bed when you fall asleep at your desk or becoming your personal nurse if you’re ever sick/injured. Spoils you with so much affection that if you’re having a bad day, he’ll make sure that changes with the amount of comfort and support he gives you.

NSFW BEYOND THIS POINT

He does so much for your pleasure, omg, always making sure you cum at least twice before he does. Your pleasure over his, always.

He loves how you taste, always running his tongue along your skin, trailing teasing touches down to your cunt. He definitely sucks his fingers after finger-fucking you; your taste alone always pulls a satisfied groan out of him.

DEMANDS you sit on his face, he doesn’t give a single fuck if you think you’re too heavy; he wants you to put your full weight on him so he can bury his tongue in your pussy, savouring how good you taste.

Gets so turned on when you squirm and whine for him to touch you. Though he loves giving you pleasure, seeing you beg for his cock has him all riled up.

He’ll tease you by trailing his hands to grip the plush of your thighs and blowing air against your hot cunt, all while he watches you squirm and beg.

Such a tease, will be fucking you from behind while saying the filthiest shit. "Such a fucking slut for me, hm?" "You like when I fill your cunt up, dirty girl?"

Loves seeing your fucked-out face with his cum leaking out of your pussy, but if you’re against him cumming inside, he’ll happily do it on your cute tummy and tits.

He LOVES cockwarming while he does his paperwork; he enjoys how impatient you are when you squirm in his lap while he tells you just "one more paper." Hear me out, but him with somnophilia, omg, he enjoys it both ways where he comes late at night from work and feels so lucky knowing you allow him to fuck his cock inside you while you sleep.

Oh, and he’ll let you wake him up by sucking his thick cock while he sleeps; he finds it quite a pleasant surprise.

Omg, he is into hair pulling, specifically if you tug at his hair. It just riles him up so much when you pull it while his tongue is fucking your pussy. God, he loves whenever you surprise him after work with lingerie; however, he’s a simple man, and honestly, just seeing you in his shirt and nothing else but your panties has him all riled up for you. Enjoys shower sex and loves when you offer to wash his back and you press your tits against his back while your hands wander down to pump at his cock.

Loves hearing you moan and absolutely hates it when you try to cover your mouth. He’ll push your hands aside as he pulls more sounds out of you. "C’mon, I wanna hear you."

"Be a sweet girl and tell me how much you like it, slut." He says as he grips your hips, wanting you to whine and moan for him, that he just loves all those sweet sounds you make.

(Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed!

Thank you for requesting this and I hope to write for you more! ALSO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING ANYTHING IN SO LONG!!! been so terribly busy with work and other things but I am trying to work on more writings so thank you for those who have been patient with me love you all <3333)

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hi, love your writings! can we please get more of Aizawa with his waifu? maybe she get a job at UA? nurse assistance to recovery girl or something? chaos insured with baby always on school grounds?

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Pairing; Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4434

Warnings: None?

[I honestly had so. much. fun. writing this! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope that you like it!]

Shouta Aizawa nearly fell over as his wife happily announced that she'd taken a position at UA. They had been having family time over the weekend. It was early afternoon when his wife got a phone call. Then she said she had an announcement.

"[Name] - You're not serious," he uttered in disbelief. "What about Kohaku? We don't have a daycare at the high school."

The pairs one-year-old sat happily sputtering in her mother's lap. [Name] beamed at her husband. "Since I'll be working in the nurse's office, Recovery Girl said I was more than welcome to bring her along. Isn't that great?"

[Name] caught her dearest husband's eye twitch. It only did that when he was annoyed. "She's already exhibiting signs of a quirk. I'm not sure that's a good idea."

They had discovered that little factoid by accident. Kohaku had rolled off her changing table. Her parents took each other out trying to catch her. But the girl bounced harmlessly off the floor. When caught, her skin felt like it was made out of rubber.

Another time, the pair was doing some housework. The baby was awfully quiet in her playpen. But they didn't think anything of it, suspecting she'd dozed off, until they heard a metallic tink, tink, tink, tink. When they found their daughter, she was shiny and silvery. Her skin appearing to be a thick diamond-like material. And she was hitting a hammer against her legs. The metal head had large gouges missing.

[Name] lifted up her daughter and blew a raspberry on her cheek. "Daddy is just being a worrywart, isn't he? You won't be a problem, will you, KoKo?"

Kohaku gurgled happily. Giggling as her mother blew a raspberry on her tummy. Shouta knew it was a lost cause. [Name] had made up her mind. Once that happened, there was no changing it. He would just have to wait and see how it played out. But he could feel a big, fat I told you so coming in the future.

[Name] started her new position the following week. She had the baby in a carrier strapped to her front, while Shouta carried Kohaku's bag. He walked with her down the halls of the school. Making sure she knew where his classroom, the cafeteria, and the emergency exits were.

The couple heard Mic's voice before they saw him. "Look, yo, it's my best couple with favorite niece!"

"Hey, Mic," [Name] laughed as he came up behind and threw an arm around either of their shoulders.

Shouta rolled his eyes, pulling out of Mic's embrace. "You're going to wake up the baby."

"Me? I would never -" Mic started. [Name] turned as the baby started making noise. He looked panicked for a split second. But Kohaku settled back to sleep quickly. "[Name], yo, I heard you got a job here. Dude, that's awesome!"

"Yeah, I'm working with Recovery Girl. She claims she doesn't need the help. But she is getting older, you know?" [Name] said, shrugging. "Well, we should be going. Don't want to be late for my first day."

"Good luck, yo!" Mic cheered, grinning.

Shouta was quick to slip away. He groaned, mumbling something about killing Mic if he'd woken up Kohaku. [Name] chuckled to herself. Shouta walked her back to the nurse's office.

"Remember, if you need anything - if she becomes too much -" Shouta said, trying not to sound too concerned.

"They'll be fine," Recovery Girl said, opening the door. "You worry too much. Come now."

Recovery Get pulled [Name] into the office and took the baby bag. Then shut the door in Aizawa's face. He groaned but made his way back to his classroom. He had a bad feeling about this. But he wasn't going to try not to worry too much.

Shouta found it hard to focus as the day pressed on. Knowing that his wife and child weren't too far from him was tempting. But also the leering worry that hung over him. Wondering if his wife would be able to handle the pressure while keeping an eye on their daughter.

The first day went by without consequence. [Name] and Shouta met up at the end of the day. He took the baby this time. While she carried the bag. Just one little happy family. That - so help him - the students weren't going to find out about.

"So, how was your first day?" Shouta asked, letting his daughter tug at his hair.

"Everyone here is so nice," [Name] noted, smiling to herself. "Recovery Girl didn’t really want my help so much at first. You could tell. But when some of the classes started combat training, she actually seemed to appreciate the help. I'm sure the students are just happy that I don't have to kiss them to heal them."

Shouta chuckled softly. "I'm sure they are."

The mornings fell into a routine quickly. Alternating who was dressing and feeding the baby, and who packed everyone's bags. Often times the pair showered together, bathing the baby at the same time. It wasn't hard to make it a semi-oiled machine.

If they were lucky, they saved enough time to slip into the school well before homeroom. Meaning they didn't have to scramble to keep their relationship a secret from the students. Although a few had begun to have suspicions. Especially considering how strongly Kohaku resembled Mr Aizawa.

The first week and a half went by as if that's the way things had always progressed. Kohaku didn't make much noise or cause much trouble. Secret lunches were slipped in. Midnight and Mic even offered to babysit so the Aizawa couple could catch up over a quiet lunch.

It was starting to irk Shouta, though, that some of the boys went to the sickbay just to flirt with his wife. [Name] laughed as she told him a story about a third-year who'd been in the office all week. Claiming to have one ailment or another. But yet still refused to leave even after he was "cured."

Apparently the boy had been slipping casual comments about how lovely she looked, and how much her smile helped, and soft her hands were. Her husband's eyebrow twitched as he mentally noted to get the name of the student. That way he could ban him from the nurse's office, except for absolute emergencies.

Things didn't start getting hairy until the following week. It started off as a normal, hectic morning. Packing lunches, stuffing diaper bags, triple-checking everyone had everything. But the pair was running late.

As soon as they entered the school, they split. Exchanging quick kisses before being where they had to. To make matters worse, Kohaku had been restless. She kept crying all morning. Nothing kept her quiet for very long.

[Name] was practically dropping everything by the time she got to the nurse's office. Kohaku was crying at the top of her lungs. To make matters worse, there were already a few students there. Apparently, they'd gotten into a fight before school. And needed to be patched up before seeing the principal.

[Name] put the baby in the playpen she kept in the office. Then dumped her stuff in the corner before she started to help heal the students. Kohaku quieted down as she got settled in the mound of toys in the playpen. Leaving her mother able to work in peace.

What [Name] didn't notice, though, was that after about a half-hour Kohaku knocked over her playpen. She'd made herself metal, heavy enough to easily get out. Then went to pull out the drawers of the desk next to the door. She stood on top when a student opened the door.

Kohaku fell as the desk rocked. Nobody could get her in time. But she bounced harmlessly off the floor like a rubber ball. - And then began to bounce herself out the open door and down the hall.

"Oh shit," [Name] cursed, and sprinted after her.

Ominous bouncing could be heard through the halls. The space between hits getting shorter and shorter. [Name] followed, but couldn't keep up. Kohaku was getting faster every time she bounced off something. Finally, [Name] decided she couldn't chase her down alone.

"Midnight!" [Name] shrieked, skidding into her classroom. She was alone, her class off for morning English and math lessons. "I can't find Kohaku!"

"She can't have gotten that far, she's a baby," Midnight said, quirking an eyebrow.

"Have you met my child??? She's literally bouncing off the walls." [Name] gave Midnight a certain look. The woman caught on Immediately.

Midnight cursed under her breath. "He's going to kill you if he finds out."

"I know! Please come help me! I last saw her bouncing down this hallway. But she's gone now. I can hear her, but she's getting faster. I can't keep up."

Midnight put her hand on [Name]'s shoulder. "We'll find her. If he finds out, I'll knock him out and we can make it seem like a dream."

"Diabolical,"[Name] laughed, her and Midnight exiting the classroom. "I love it! But let's hope we don't have to resort to that."

The pair chased the bouncing sounds down the halls. Splitting up at one point. They asked passers-by if they'd seen a bouncing baby. No one actually answered the question. Just staring at them like they had three heads.

Twenty minutes later, Midnight and [Name] finally had the baby in their sights. She was just a blur. But, just before the pair could catch her, [Name] watched on in horror as Kohaku went flying right into All Might's face. She hit him hard, sending the thin man to the ground with a painful thud. He groaned. [Name] was surprised he was still conscious.

"Oh my stars," [Name] shrieked, sprinting to him. "All Might, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine," he coughed.

But one could tell she knocked the wind out of him. He coughed, splattering blood onto the floor in front of him. Kohaku sat happily by his side. She was totally unscathed. [Name] picked up Kohaku, and Midnight pulled All Might to his feet.

"Here, let me heal you," [Name] said, offering him her hand. "I'm sure a concussion and a broken nose aren't pleasant."

"How'd you -" All Might started.

"I don't think you've been properly introduced," Midnight stated. "All Might, this is Aizawa's wife, [Name], and their daughter, Kohaku. [Name], All Might."

"It's nice to finally meet you," [Name] said. "I have a healing quirk, I can see a patient's injury then just a touch of my hand heals them up! So I can patch you up in a jiffy. I'm sorry about Kohaku. I know she's young. She's only one, but she's already getting her quirk. It makes her a little unpredictable. I think she likes you though."

"Nice to meet you," All Might greeted, shaking her hand.

In a warm rush, his headache and dizziness dissipated. The pain in his face from the hit was gone. And he wasn't even tired. Kohaku twisted in her mother's arms, reaching for him. All Might took her warily. She giggled merrily, then immediately yanked on his hair.

"She's quite strong for how young she is. But with you and Eraserhead as parents, I can see why," All Might chuckled. "And getting her quirk already? She's a special one."

[Name] nodded. "Trust me, she's been running Shouta and I ragged -"

"I got it!" Shook the voice of a person [Name] and Midnight hadn't realized was there. "Aren't you the new nurse? - You're also Mr Aizawa's wife?!"

"I - uh -" [Name] sputtered, taking a step back.

The kid's eyes sparkled in amazement. "I'm Izuku Midoriya! I'm in his class. It's so good to meet you! - I didn't know Mr Aizawa was married! Or had a daughter!"

Midnight eyed him. "And you better keep it that way, young man."

Midoriya's grin faded just a bit. "What?"

"We kind of wanted to keep that bit private," [Name] laughed awkwardly. "Sho - Mr Aizawa doesn't really like spreading his personal business around."

"Oh!" Midoriya perked up immediately. "Because of like, villains. Right?"

[Name] shrugged. "Well, there's that. And because that's just how he is. Work is work. And home is home. He's been that way since we started dating. - He's just a private person."

"I understand. I swear, I won't say anything to anyone!" he pledged. [Name] was taken aback by his sudden seriousness. As if he'd made it his entire goal in life to keep this one secret.

"Speaking of secrets," [Name] started nervously. "If we could keep this little incident between us a secret, that'd be fantastic. Shouta didn't want me bringing the baby with me in the first place. The last thing I need is for him to find out this happened."

"He won't get a word from me," assured Midnight. But [Name] knew one drink too many and she'd spill all the beans. That was how she and Shouta had started dating after all.

"You don't have to worry about me or young Midoriya saying anything, either," All Might said, and passed the child back.

"You all are lifesavers!" [Name] groaned, relieved. "I should probably get back to the office. Sorry, again, about her bouncing into you. And Nemuri, thank you so much for helping me find her."

Everyone split off into different directions. [Name] felt like something bad was coming. If Kohaku was learning a little control already, then her and Shouta were in for trouble.

[Name] made sure to keep an extra close eye on Kohaku. She also warned Recovery Girl. The old woman promised that she wouldn't breathe a word. Unless it was absolutely necessary.

The two days that followed, [Name] made sure to keep Kohaku padded. This child was not going to get out again. They'd even out a warning on the door. And another sign on her playpen saying PLEASE DO NOT LET THE BABY OUT.

All Might came to visit a few times. Mostly just to play with Kohaku. She squealed in delight every time she saw him. But he would also talk to [Name]. Learning more about her. She could see his fatal wound but wasn't quite sure how to fix it. Although she wasn't opposed to trying.

But everything changed one morning.

It started off normal. The little family got to the school early. [Name] hung out in Shouta’s classroom as long as she could. Kohaku cried when she had to leave her dad. But he kissed her head and assured her that he’d see her later. And [Name] got to the nurse’s office just before the students began to show up. Making sure Kohaku had enough to play with.

The child was fine for a few hours. Sputtering and giggling, extremely happy with an early visit from All Might. It was when he left that something unexpected happened. [Name] had been working on a student when she heard something weird. A sound she’d never heard before. When she turned, she found Kohaku was half out of her playpen. But not because she’d knocked it over or because she put a hole in it. No.

[Name] could feel the panic settle in immediately as she watched her child’s whole body pass through the side. Like most. The woman quickly dove to catch the baby. But her hands slipped right through like she was trying to catch air. She tried a few more times but still couldn't lay a hand on the child. [Name] knew this wasn’t going to end well. Especially once Kohaku crawled through the nurse’s office door.

“Oh, no,” [Name] muttered weakly.

“Well don’t just stand there, go on,” Recovery Girl urged. “Are you sure you and Eraserhead want more children after this?”

[Name] cut the older woman a glare, and then sprinted out the door. She was trying to follow the faint laughter she heard. But this wasn’t like trying to catch her bouncing. Would she even be able to catch her?! This was going to be the ultimate stealth mission. And she needed help.

“Nemuri!” [Name] called, sprinting to her room. Mic was with her in the empty room. They were grading papers. “Hizashi, Nemuri - I have a problem.”

“The baby, again?” Midnight asked, looking up. “What happened?”

“Kohaku figured out another way to use her quirk. My hands slipped right through her. I need help. I don’t know what to do!”

Mic made [Name] sit in a chair. “Breathe. What do you mean your hands went through her?”

“Exactly what I said!” [Name] shouted. “She went through her playpen, and then right through the door. And the wall. And - how do you catch someone you can’t touch?”

Midnight stood, her face very serious. “Do you know where she is now?”

[Name] shook her head. “I was trying to follow her laughter. But it’s too hard to hear through the walls.”

"Let's go find her," Mic said, pulling [Name] along behind him.

The trio listened in the silent hallway. That's when yelling was heard down in another hallway. They raced towards it. People were clambering out of the room. Looking absolutely terrified.

"Ghost!" yelled one.

"Did you see that?!" cried another.

"It was a baby, what's so scary about it?" asked a third in a bored tone.

"Excuse me!" [Name] shouted, sprinting faster.

"Hey, it's the new nurse," noted someone. Everyone turned to look down the hall.

"And Present Mic and Midnight. What're they doing here?" said somebody else.

"Sorry," [Name] panted, stopping in front of them. "But that's my baby. Do you know which way she went?"

"Your baby is a ghost?!" exclaimed the group.

[Name] laughed. "No, she's starting to get her quirk. She can go through walls."

"She was heading that way," a student said, pointing down the hall. This was followed by more shrieks in another classroom. "I guess someone else found her."

"Thank you!" [Name] called as she squeezed through the group.

The trio continued, going from class to class. Shouta was definitely going to find out at this rate. Who knew so many wannabe heroes were afraid of ghosts?

The group tried to be extra quiet as they eventually made their way down Aizawa's hallway. They'd lost her. The classes of shrieking student ceasing. They'd nearly caught her a few times. But she hadn't deactivated her quirk yet. Their fingers still slipped right through her. Now they were poking their heads into every door now. Except for in the room of Hero Course 1-A. They tried to go by unheard.

However, Shouta popped his head out of his classroom door to catch his wife, Mic, and Midnight sprinting down the hall. "What the hell are you three doing?"

They all clambered to a stop. Turning slowly, they found him using his quirk. Glaring the trio down. He could be very threatening. They all let out nervous laughs.

"Oh, you know," panicked Midnight, giving him a fake smile.

Mic nodded. "We just messin' around."

"You know us," [Name] chortled nervously. "Just screwing around."

"Don't you all have jobs to do?" Shouta deadpanned.

"Well, you know, we had some free time…" Midnight was going to crack at this point. [Name] could see it in her face.

Shouta dropped his glare, hair falling back into place. He still stares at them warily. But sighs. "If you're going to be idiots, at least keep it down. Some people are trying to teach."

When he disappeared, the three sprinted off again. Trying to get well out of earshot. They had to have checked nearly the whole school by this point.

"That was too close!" Mic announced, stumbling to a halt.

[Name] groaned, leaning against a wall. "You're telling me."

"We can still try -" started Midnight. But she was cut off. A tone was played through the school. Lunchtime. How had they been at this for two hours? And still not managed to catch her?

"Shouta is going to kill me," [Name] whined, collapsing in defeat in the hallway.

Mic out a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine. He loves you -"

[Name] turned to Mic, an incredulous expression on her face. "He may love me, but have you met my husband?"

"We'll make sure to write you a nice eulogy," Midnight said. "That child of yours has an incredible quirk. You two might have a number one pro on your hands."

"She's not going to be anything if I don't find her. I'm going to be nothing if I don't find her. But she just -" [Name] swatted at the air. "Right through my fingers. She's never done that before! How do I keep her from doing that?! She could get out of the apartment and we'd never be able to stop her. And -"

"Hey, chill out," Mic soothed. "It'll be fine. It'll all work out. - We'll keep looking."

"He'll get suspicious if you don't show up for lunch," agreed Midnight. "We'll figure out how to catch her if we see her."

"I don't deserve this, but thank you guys so much." [Name] hugged them goodbye, wishing them luck. But she doubted they were going to catch her. Her stomach twisted up. What was she going to do?

[Name] walked into Shouta's classroom. Ready to go to lunch. Feed him a lie about leaving the baby with Recovery Girl. He'd believe the old lady was watching her. However, [Name] stopped in her tracks as she spied her child in her husband's arms.

Shouta's mouth was in a hard, flat line. "Care to explain?"

"I -" [Name] stuttered, utter relief flooding through. "Kohaku."

"I told you this was a bad idea." Shouta cut her a sharp look. "We should've found a daycare. I'm going to guess that's what you three were up to this morning."

"Shouta - I - we tried -"

"And how long would it have taken to find her if she hadn't wandered in here? It shouldn't be that hard to chase down a child."

"It's not my fault -" [Name] pleaded.

"And how exactly is that?" his voice was cold and bitter. [Name] knew he'd do anything for their child. But so would she. She'd been running around all morning to chase Kohaku down all day, after all. But how would she convince him?

[Name] didn't have to think long. Because that's when the child phased through his arms. Shouta paled, just a bit. Kohaku dropped to the floor, phasing through desks and chairs to get to her mother. Her father watched on with surprised, wary eyes.

"Because she did that this morning." [Name] stated, picking up the happy baby. "She made her skin permeable. But I don't think it's just her skin anymore. I think she can change the material that all of her matter is made of. Or else she wouldn't be able to do that. She'd just phase right out of her bones. Either way, she went right through the office door. And our hands slipped right through her when we tried to catch her. That's why it's not my fault. It's not like I didn't try. I am trying to be a good mother. Even if you may not think so."

Shouta was taken aback by the last part. Seeing his wife's eyes glass over with tears. He walked towards her, putting his hands on her upper arms. She avoided his eyes. Even when he lifted up her up chin to look at her.

Shouta sighed, wrapping his arms around her and Kohaku. "I don't think you're a bad mother."

"You've sure been making it feel like I am…" [Name] pouted. "You didn't think I could handle this. I may not be a pro hero. I just have some stupid healing quirk. But I can still do this -"

"Your quirk isn't stupid," he said softly. "Yours is much more efficient than the old woman's. You don't leave the people you heal drained. But by now you should know that I worry. And not just about Kohaku. It's been rough since she was born -"

"But I'm fine now," [Name] insisted, eyes hesitantly finding her husband’s. "I can't stay cooped up at home anymore! I was so lonely. They don't exactly have ‘spouse and child of superheroes’ support groups. I wasn't going out every Sunday to take her on playdates. You did so much while I was sitting around, doing nothing. I just wanted to help."

Shouta kissed her forehead. "I didn’t mean to make you feel isolated. But you weren't doing nothing. You were healing. And taking care of Kohaku. That's far more important than anything I've done."

[Name] laughed sadly. "Right. Says the pro hero who literally saves people every week. I couldn't even keep her from getting out. - It happened a few days ago, too."

"I know you probably did everything you could. And I know that she was bouncing down the halls," he said nonchalantly.

[Name] couldn't believe it. "What?! How?!"

Shouta’s eyes light up in amusement. "Nemuri drunk texted me, apologizing. You've gotten her into quite a lot of trouble this week. I understand that Midoriya knows, too."

[Name] couldn't believe that Midnight had gotten drunk already at some point. It'd been three days! "You're going to make me put her in daycare, or make me quit - aren't you?"

"You nearly got away with it," he half-chuckled. "I'm not going to put her in daycare. I don’t think even they could handle this. But I am going to watch her in here a few times a week. I shouldn't have been expecting you to do that on your own."

[Name]’s face scrunched in concern. "But your class -"

"It'll be fine." Shouta ruffled Kohaku’s hair. Then put a hand on the back of [Name]’s head, gently pulling her to softly kissing her forehead.

[Name] smiled to herself. “So what are we going to do? If we can’t keep her in, if we can’t protect her -”

“We’ll figure it out,” Shouta promised. “Besides, I can always erase her quirk. Now, are we going to eat? I’m sure using her quirk has her hungry.”

“You’re going to need a lot of eye drops. C’mon, I’m hungry from chasing her,” [Name] chuckled.

Shouta went with [Name] to Recovery Girl’s office and got Kohaku’s lunch out of her bag. The trio ate together in his room. One can imagine his class’s surprise to find a woman and a baby that looked like both of them when they came back. There were many questions after that. About their relationship. About [Name]. But most of them were about their bouncing baby girl. And if she was the ghost that the entire lunchroom was buzzing about.

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16 with Alucard please and thank you!

A/N: I used the game ref for his height bc you got me all the way fucked up if you think I'm listening to Netflix when they say he's shorter than Trevor PLEASE be so serious. Alucard is 6'3" here, enjoy the fic MWUAH

CW: Manhandling, pet names, size kink

Size Difference x Alucard

“Adrian, can you help me grab something on the top shelf please?” You whined and huffed, pointing to the offensive item in the kitchen pantry. Your husband breathed out a laugh, reaching up to assist you. “Anything else you need while I’m up here, princess?” He teased, waiting for an answer. “Actually, yeah, that stuff while you’re at it!”

“Why didn’t you ask for help to hang that, love?” Alucard questioned seeing you on a chair tiptoeing up to put up some homey decorations. “I can do it!” you strained, finally, finally placing the decor up on the hook. Alucard simply rolled his eyes with a smile, letting you be independent.

It was always like this--you would either get too frustrated trying to get something too high up for you and called Alucard over, or he would find you in compromising positions trying to reach if he wasn’t around. And honestly, he loved seeing you struggle just a little bit. You were just so small--Alucard standing nearly a foot higher in height he towered over you. He didn’t bring it up much, he knew how much you hated being reminded how tiny and ‘frail’ you were in comparison to him. But he just..couldn’t help staring sometimes. How he had perfect view of down your shirt, seeing your tits so snug. The way you looked up at him so innocent, though all he could think of was how you would look with his cock stuffed in your mouth. How, when you were feeling particularly needy, you had to reach up on your toes to give him a kiss if he pulled back too far, whining while doing so. He just loved the difference.

He’s usually great at suppressing his urges, initiating when you seemed restless, or letting you do so. But tonight? You walked out wearing one of his pajama shirts that completely engulfed your body. Alucard already wore loose fitting clothing to bed, so the way his shirt swung lower like a dress, but not quite long enough to cover your ass, only covered by a pair of your underwear had him reeling. You, of course, thought nothing of it, simply getting ready for bed as you always do. “Sweetheart, are you wearing my shirt?” He breathed out, mesmerized how your ass peaked out with each step you took. “Oh, yeah, I hope you don’t mind.” You gave him a smile, crawling into bed with him. He said nothing, waiting for you to get situated before moving to grab your face and bring it close to his own. “Of course I don’t mind, beautiful.” His lips were on you after that, mindful of the fangs as he nipped and suckled your lower lip. You gasped, Alucard gaining access to your mouth and slipping his tongue in freely. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become heated, Alucard climbing on top of you before pulling away--looming over you. “Look at you, so small underneath me...imagine how easy it is for me to break you.” He looked like a wild animal above you, eyeing you up like prey. This only turned you on, feeling the dampness collecting in your underwear. Big doe eyes looked up at him in anticipation, as his hands moved to push up his sleep shirt from your body. “So small, so easy to throw around, you need me to protect you don’t you darling?” He didn’t mean it, you both knew he didn’t. You were so capable of protecting yourself, one of the reasons he fell in love with you was for your determination and strength, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to hear you say it.

You nodded, finding your voice, shaky “Yes, Adrian..I need you to protect me, you’re so strong.” God it sounded good coming out of your mouth. Alucard practically tore the shirt off you, keeping you in just your underwear. His mouth latched onto your nipple, teeth scraping down your skin and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud before moving to the other. You whimpered above him, bucking your hips up into nothing. Large hands pushed your hips down, Alucard growling. “Patience, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want.” He promised, leaning back and seeing how his hands engulfed your tummy. He grew feral, tossing his shirt off to the side and pulling his rock hard cock out of his pants, not bothering to take them off fully. He didn’t have the patience to be off you, even if he just asked for it. He lifted your legs around his waist, slapping his cock onto your pussy before laying down on your stomach. “You see that, princess? See how deep I’ll be in you?” You whimpered, looking down at the sheer girth and size of your husband’s dick. It always feels like you’re splitting apart at the seams, but seeing the size difference between the two of you in this life has you clenching your dripping hole. “P-please Adrian, I want it, I need it.” You babbled, trying your best to grind on him to no avail.

“Sweetheart, I need to prep you, I’ll break you in half if I don’t.” He was teasing you, smirk plastered on his face. Two long fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing in with ease. You moaned, sloppy pussy sucking in his fingers. “Look at how greedy you are, love. You just can’t get enough of my long fingers.” Alucard scissored his fingers in you, stretching you out you writhed underneath him. “‘M ready Adrian, please, please I’m ready!” He couldn’t argue with how pretty you begged. Alucard sucked on his fingers after being in your cunt with a moan. “I’m going to need to taste you later.” He mumbled before pushing his thick cock in you to the hilt, pressing his hips into yours. “Do you feel me, sweetheart? You feel how deep I am?” He couldn’t stop thinking of the size difference, pressing a hand on your stomach. You gasped, tightening around him. “I’m all the way up here, beautiful. So fucking deep in you.” He growled out, fucking into you at a brutal pace. He pressed down on your stomach still, feeling the bulge expand and shrink with each thrust of his dick. Tears streamed down your face as you spoke nonsense, sentences slurred. You were completely cockdrunk, can only think about Alucard above you, how much bigger than you he was, how full he made you feel. His cock pounded into your swollen pussy, creamy ring forming around the base as he stuffed you, relentless.

“Gonna keep you under me for hours, sweetheart. Can’t let you go.” And he would make good on that promise.

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He who was found in chains, set free. | III.

Cross posted on AO3, here!

Sunlight shone through the window, rousing you from slumber. It was morning already, huh . That was the best you’ve rested in, well, you couldn’t remember. You don’t remember waking up once after speaking to the angel. Perhaps he casted a spell on you so as to not wake until dawn. No, that’d be silly use of his talents. You weren’t sure what to do next. Slowly you rose from the bed, and decided to trek through the large castle. You were sure he’d be asleep, knowing at the very least his vampiric senses wouldn’t let him in the sunlight (well...) and tried to make it back to the study. You wish you had looked up when following him. But now that you were alone, and very much lost , you took the time to look at your surroundings.

Beautiful, large portraits of different faces hung around the walls. A man with dark, long hair. Pale, and dark, stoic eyes. Must be Dracula... you thought to yourself. You wondered why the blonde had kept them up. Eyes continued to wander, seeing more portraits of either Dracula or people that looked very similar to him. Family, maybe. Odd thinking of vampires with families . And then you saw one of the most ethereal woman you’d ever laid eyes on. Soft, blonde hair, with fair skin and gorgeous eyes. If you thought about it long enough, you’d realize that she very much resembled the vampire that took you in.

But you didn’t think much of it.

You pressed on, forgetting your initial quest of finding the study and instead started taking in the artwork on the walls, wandering aimlessly throughout the halls. Although the castle was a mere shadow of its past grandeur, it was still as remarkable as ever. For you, anything bigger than a barn was remarkable. But this? This was a work of art on its own.

Eventually, by mere miracle , you found yourself in front of a library. You don’t believe it to be the study from last night, but it was a room filled to the brim with books nonetheless. A small smile graced your lips, and you started shuffling towards the shelves. Endless books on different topics--medicine, herbs, history, the human body-- everything . You weren’t sure where to start. This was the first time you’d even seen a book since you taught yourself to read and write when that man fell asleep drunk each night. It was miraculous that he never found your journal and book clearly meant for children. He never really looked hard though, too busy wanting other things from you. You scowled.

Pushing the awful thoughts as far back as you could, you moved further into the library. The shelves were taller than you, so you had to crane your neck to see what else lay on the shelves. You felt a light within you spark. You’d never felt so...grateful, to be alive. To be given the opportunity to even look at these books. Tears filled your waterline, and you blinked them away as best you could, some falling still.

A book piqued your interest, it looked like it was about magic. I can learn magic! A small laugh escaped you, more breath than real laughter. You pushed up, reached as high as you could, grabbing the massive book from its place and sat right there on the ground. This level of reading was much higher than you were used to, so it would take time, but you would try anyways. You flipped the first page, a bit overwhelmed already with how much was on the page but you didn’t care. You finally had knowledge about yourself at your fingertips.

Alucard searched almost frantically trying to find you. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted you, he knew he should have kept you on a chain within the room so you couldn’t escape. And now you were somewhere in this damned castle, probably plotting his demise. You could sense your lies in his bones now, how could I have been so blind! You were faking not knowing about magic. You were going to betray him just as the twins did, you were going to try to kill him, you were--

You were in the library . He heard a small chuckle, so soft that if it weren’t for his Dhampir senses it would have skirted on by in the wind. He made his way to the door as quickly as he could and flung the door open with such aggression it made you drop the book from your hands. Eyes wild and filled with rage, Alucard stormed over and grabbed your arm, uncaring that it was wounded and that you yelled, and hoisted you up. “ What are you doing here? ” He spat.

All panic came tumbling back, all the fear that you rightfully had prior, eyes widening at his actions. You couldn’t breathe, trying to inhale anything into your lungs that felt like they were filled with stone.

“I just--I wanted to--I--”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Tears flowed freely now, you looked like a deer caught within the jaws of a predator.

“I just wanted to read.”

It escaped you like a sob.

He let go of you, and took a step back.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to read, honest!”

He looked down at the book you had chosen, lying face down now.

It was a beginner book for magic.

Alucard sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. God , he felt embarrassed now for his outlash.

“I’m...” He groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” you wept, and continued. “No, I won’t do it again, I won’t do it anymore, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Hands gripped onto the length of your skirt for dear life, trembling like a leaf. Your continued ramblings of I’m sorry, please don’t beat me, I won’t do it again, I promise broke Alucard bit by bit the more he looked at you.

You were harmless .

“Hey, listen, you didn’t do anything-” he reached out to try and console you, and the moment his hand reached your shoulder a thick sob bubbled out of your chest and you flinched away, protecting yourself with your hands.

Shit .

Alucard retracted his hand, and slowly moved them up in a defenseless position. Slowly he crouched, and picked up the book you started reading, closing it up and placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Please, please calm down. I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to accuse you.” He talked as loud as he could over your sobs without yelling in fear of scaring you again. He just wanted you to listen . It took some coaxing, and after a bit more quiet sobs you had calmed down just enough to look at him with bleary eyes. Red, puffy, and burning. Your hands slowly went down to your chest, grasping at each other. He needed to be careful approaching you.

“My name is Alucard.” he offered.

You gasped.

“The Alucard? The one who defeated Dracula ?” It was the most emotion outside of fear he had heard from you yet. Filled with curiosity and wonder.

“Just...Alucard. Please.”

You retracted a bit, bowing your head. “Yes, I’m sorry Alucard, forgive me.”

He shook his head. “There’s no need for the formalities, really. It’s okay.”

After quite some time, the two of you headed down to the kitchen. It was the original reason he went to go find you. Give you some breakfast. Before he completely embarrassed himself.

“Eat, I’m sure you haven’t had a proper meal in quite some time.” God, he had no idea.

You wanted to eat everything in sight. It might have been a bit cold now since it took some time to get you down here, but you would never complain. Not with the feast in front of you. Just for breakfast! You couldn’t believe it!

And then you remembered any time you wanted to eat freely back at Gresit.

I eat first, and then you eat my scraps you ungrateful bitch. Never forget who the master of this house is.

The smile was immediately wiped from your face, and you retracted a hand that was reaching for some bread. Hands tucked neatly on your lap, you bit your lip and looked down. Alucard rose a brow.

“Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, “You eat first. You’re the master of this house.” Robotic tone like an automatic response.

This is going to take some time, Alucard grimaced inwardly.

“We eat together. I am the master of this house,” you flinched, “and as such, I want you to eat with me. Understood?” He didn’t like using the very clear trauma against you, but he needed to at least get you to ingest something. Whatever you could handle. You stayed still for a moment, and went back to reach for the piece of bread from before. Slowly, you took a bite and you could have cried all over again from how wonderful it felt to finally eat something not gutted from a mangled up animal which was clearly leftovers from a night creature eating.

“It’s good.” Lips curled up, if only a little, in joy.

“Good, I’m glad.” He nodded, and went about eating his own fill, glancing over to you every now and then to make sure you were eating.

You were slow, taking your time, tasting things little by little seeing how your stomach would react. Eating was hard for someone who hadn’t eaten nutritious meals in years. You felt gluttonous, eating until you were full. You ate slowly, hoping you would be full quicker. You didn’t want to eat all of Alucard’s food, it was rude of you.

“You can eat more, you know. I made this for you.”

Your eyes shot up at him, glassy, threatening to cry.

“ Really? ” Your voice is small, but grateful. He nodded. You said nothing back, but smiled the closest thing to a real smile he’s seen. From there, you ate graciously, still taking your time and making sure your stomach didn’t hurt, but ate until you were full. Different meats, and cheeses, things you’ve never had before. It filled your heart as much as your stomach.

The rest of the morning passed in silence, you returning to the library (he mostly guided you, so as to not get lost again), and pressed on with reading. This time on a chair. Alucard stayed with you, studying on his own. Your brow furrowed, mouthing out words and mumbling under your breath.

“Do you...need help?”

You glanced up, embarrassment filling you. A pink warmth dusted over your cheeks, and your eyes looked anywhere else other than his face. “I uhm...I can’t seem to get this word.” You admitted.

Alucard went over to you and read over your shoulder.

“ An herbology is practical, magic depending on geographical locale. The incantations as depicted in this book will require certain plants, however once mastered can be replaced with surrounding vegetation that grows within your region.”

Ah, that made more sense now.

You repeated some words to yourself, tracing over the letters on the page. Geographical, incantations, vegetation . Those are words you understand, and can now read .

“I’m surprised you know how to read, given your...circumstances.”

You continued thumbing the words, “I taught myself. As best as I could. Some words are...difficult.”

Alucard hummed, and went back to his corner of the room, eyes unable to process the words on the pages anymore.

“Would you like to study more?” You perked up.

“Would you...would you help me?” you sounded hopeful. He nodded. You grinned.

“I would like that very much, Alucard.”

“You know, you never gave me your name.” He was teasing you, smirk curling his lips. Now you felt terribly embarrassed. You bowed your head again, “I’m so sorry.” And then you gave him your name.

He hummed again, repeating it back at you. You felt your heart in your throat. It was the first time someone had said your name without disgust.

“Very well, I have time today. Why don’t we start our studying now, hm?”

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He who was bound in chains, set free. | II.

Trauma and past sexual abuse underneath. Can find on AO3 here

“Take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir.”

Another bow of the head, looking forever down towards your feet, taking off your ruched bandeau of a top. He decided it was easier to simply wear that than any proper clothes, seeing as you didn’t wear them often around him. Your skirt was next, eyes blank and void of any emotion. You’ve learned to turn them off when it came to this. In the beginning it used to be...difficult. You would cry, sniffle, hiccup. You learned quickly he didn’t like that. The lashings you’d receive taught you the lesson you thought you deserved at this point.

“I don’t have all day.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

You pushed back whatever thoughts you had left, removing the last of your clothes, and doing your best not to cover up. The bruises on your arms taught you that lesson, too. You didn’t need further direction, getting on your hands and knees and crawling to that demon of a man you called your master. A hand wrapped around his shaft, barely at half mast. He wanted you to get him there. He always liked seeing your hands -- and mouth -- wrapped around him in some way. You hated it more than anything in the world. Slowly you pumped him to full erection, not looking at him--you couldn’t. Tears would fall, you feared. Suddenly a hand grabbed at the roots of your hair, shoving you towards his cock. You winced, a small whimper escaped at the forcefulness.

“This is all you’re good for, bitch. Now hurry up, I'm meeting with friends within the hour.”

You closed your eyes, tight, and wrapped your lips around the disgusting appendage. You didn’t even have time to ease into it, immediately being pushed down towards the base. You choked and spittled around him, as he continued to use you to completion. He pulled out, finishing on your face. He chuckled.

“There, it’s the only time you look good. Now turn around.”

“Yes, sir.”

Everything went black.

You came to, except you were cowering in fear. Fear of being stricken any more than you have been.

“P-please, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!”

You don’t know what you’re apologizing for. Maybe you broke something, maybe you talked back.

Maybe he was just drunk.

Another fist came down at your head, and you held back another scream as best you could. You could feel your blood trickling down near your temple, ringing in your ears. Your head hurt, so much. You wish you could just vanish. He grabbed at you again, pushing your hands that were in front of your face away and forcibly grabbed you by the chin, cheeks squeezing between his fingers.

“You disgust me, you disgust everyone. This is why your parents sold you to me, you know. They wanted a pretty coin, they didn’t care what happened to you. I should kill you.”

You could barely hear anything after that.

The beating continued on your arms, kicking your legs, hitting whatever he could get his hands on. You feared some of these bruises would turn permanent.

“Please, please, stop! Please!”

“Please!” You gasped out, eyes opening suddenly and jolting up in a sitting position. You choked on the air you just took in, lungs hurting more than anticipated. Your arms covered your head, knees coming up to your chest and shut your eyes tight again. You couldn’t even recognize the pain that shot through you from your injuries. You feared you were still with him. You feared you were back in Gresit, like some animal locked up. You feared, you feared you feared--

“You’re awake.”

Eyes still shut, you managed to stop trembling--you didn’t realize you started--but didn’t dare move. You didn’t...you didn’t recognize this voice. You weren’t sure you knew it.

“You’ve been asleep for four days.” He sounded cold. Distant.

Slowly you uncurled your body, and peeking through your hair that created a curtain around you, you noticed it was the angel from earlier. Looks like he brought you inside.

Oh.

“...”

You weren’t sure what you were expected to say. You remember falling and boots and dirt. You remember running away from the monsters. You remember seeing an angel. But you remember him looking almost angry, inconvenienced maybe.

“I’m...I--It’s--”

You were frustrated, unsure on what to even say to him. He beat you to it.

“Why did you come here?” Ah, there it is. The inconvenienced scowl on his brow, low timber of his voice. You looked back down.

“...I was running away from those monsters. I didn’t mean to be here.” Voice small.

“Perhaps, but you saw it through the woods, I’m sure. Which means, you were too close. Why?”

How the hell do I answer that?

“...I fell asleep in my travels. I woke up too late. I had no choice.” Well, you could have died . That’s a choice.

A deep sigh came from his direction. “Where did you come from?”

“Gresit.”

“Why did you leave?”

You didn’t answer.

He asked again, no difference in his voice. Thankfully. Didn’t sound angry.

“I...had to. For safety.” Not a lie.

You thought he knew that, too. His next statement surprised you.

“You may stay here, just a few days. Recover your strength. I expect you gone within one week.”

You could have cried at that alone, you’d have a shelter, a safe shelter. In Dracula’s castle with a vampire, maybe. But a shelter nonetheless.

“...Thank you.”

With that he left, to be alone in your silence once again. You decided to sleep some more, you were still so tired.

You woke a few hours later, unknowing of the time. But it was dark now, the day must be done. You looked around as best you could, trying to take in your surroundings. It was dark, though, only having the moon to illuminate the darkened room. Your closed your eyes again, cupped your hands together, and thought. Thought so hard, envisioning a small flame circling within your palms, just a small one, enough to give you a bit more light. You kept thinking about a flame, muttering to yourself throughout. Please, please just enough, please, I just want to see, please...!

The small flame appeared within your hands, you gasped, then exhaled a laugh. Slowly, and carefully, you got out of bed, and looked around the room. Honestly, it was quite barren, outside of the grandiose armoire on one wall and some scattered books on a shelf. A bit worse for wear, dusty, like no one’s been in here. And then another door, which when you inspected further led to the most magnificent bathroom you’ve ever seen in your life . You couldn’t believe your eyes! It was pristine, in better condition than the room and oh my god the massive clawed tub in the middle of it all was such a sight for sore eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you got to bathe yourself properly, you only had rivers and ponds to keep you somewhat clean since you left Gresit. You let yourself walk closer to it, not fully understanding the contraptions that sat on top of it. You wondered if you could find some water on your own to use it...

“If you twist the knobs at the time, water will come out.”

You gasped, eyes widening and your heart leaping into your throat. Your hands clutched up to your chest, small fire instantly burning out with a spark. You were back in darkness.

“I knew I smelled magic .”

Oh. Oh no. And the other shoe just dropped. You were going to be beaten again for being born a witch. Your heart rate started to accelerate, eyes shifting anywhere else in the room. Palms become sweaty, clutching at nothing by your chest, Not even enough of a top to grasp at the fabric. What were you going to do if--

He walked over, silently, and you prayed once again to the gods you’ve denounced whilst you trembled. Only to have him walk past you, and twist on the knobs of the tub. One side he turned on had steaming water pouring out the spout. It’s hot water! The one next to it seemed to cool it down, down to warm temperatures but not hot enough to burn you. He turns them off, doesn’t turn to you.

“You’re a witch.” Not a question, a statement.

“...I...Am.”

“A poor excuse of a witch.” I knew that already.

It was silent in the room.

“...I don’t know how to use magic.” That was a little more than obvious.

“What do you mean? Your coven disregards you that much?” Well-

“I don’t...Know what that is.”

That made him turn slightly, wondering what kind of witch you were that couldn’t use magic and didn’t know what a coven was.

“..Bathe first. You smell vile.” Ouch. He left promptly after that.

You looked at the shelves around the bath against the walls, littered with different smelling soaps and lotions. You could have died and gone to heaven. A luxury you have never been able to afford. He must really be an angel . You grabbed a handful of things that smelled nicest to you, and brought them over to the edge of the tub. You looked around again, making sure no one was there (who else would be? The man left). You felt wildly uncomfortable taking your clothes off. You turned again towards the door. It was closed. You tiptoed over and locked it for good measure. You’re sure whoever that vampire was could rip it open if he wanted to. But you felt safer, regardless. You stripped down to nothing, quickly jumping into the still very warm water, and felt every bone in your body creak, muscles relaxing for the first time in years . You audibly moaned, and immediately went on high alert. You shut your mouth, and looked at the window, and then the door. Tensed body relaxed again, just a little, and got to scrubbing your skin raw.

You stayed in the water until it grew cold, scrubbed every inch of your body, no matter how much it hurt. And it hurt , saying you still had the injury from apparently four days ago . Some of the lacerations around your arms and legs always burned anyways, so the newfound marks were nothing new to you. It must have been at least a half hour in the tub, maybe more. You found a small plug at the bottom and pulled, hoping it drained the water magically. And it did , though you still have no idea how it works. Thankfully you found a towel, next to the rest of the soaps, and dried your best off, trying your best not to rip open any of the wounds. You wouldn’t want to get beaten for getting your blood on the towel. Or worse, bring him into a feeding frenzy and just take the arm clean off.

(He’d already smelled your blood when you showed at his doorstep, but you weren’t thinking).

You wanted to put lotion on your skin, to smell nice , but you didn’t think any of the fragranced oils would do you any good with your battered skin. You still felt much better. Reclothing yourself, you carefully unlocked the door, and stepped as silently as you could back into the original room. You always tended to tread lightly, out of habit, out of fear maybe, out of protection. You didn’t know if you were supposed to wait, or...

“Follow me, and don’t touch anything .”

You gasped again, looking at the doorway that led to the hallway. You barely caught a glimpse of him as you silently ran to catch up to him and followed. You looked to the ground, as you always did. Just step after step, foot in front of the other. Not wanting to draw attention, not wanting to look around in fear of retaliation. Just following, the way a pet would. You saw him stop, so you stopped. And looked up, only a little.

He was staring at you, face blank of any expression.

“Go sit.”

When you looked into the room he led you to it was a study, Filled to the brim with books, and journals, and scrolls. Filled to the brim with knowledge . Of everything you didn’t know, of everything you wished you knew. Fiction maybe, or maybe history? Endless possibilities in the room alone.

You realized you’d been staring around at virtually nothing for too long, and scurried to a chair near the hearth. The warmth felt so comforting.

“Now what is this about you not knowing what a coven is?” He sounded accusatory. You’re a liar.

How do you answer that?

“I..don’t know? I’m not sure what you mean?”

He let out an exasperated sigh.

“Coven. Of witches? A group of familial witches who live together?” He acts as if it’s such common knowledge to you.

“..I didn’t have that. I just lived in a regular village, before Gresit.”

“What village?”

“I don’t remember.”

He didn’t believe you.

“And how do you not remember where you were born?”

“I don’t know...my parents sold me to a man in Gresit when I was young. I don’t remember.”

Your voice was as leveled as you could keep it, though you were starting to feel on edge with all the questioning.

“Sold? To whom?”

“I’m...well, I’m not sure who he was. Not really.” You kept your eyes down at your hands. You started picking at the skin around your nails, ripping them raw. “I just knew him as my master.”

Silence filled the void between you. You didn’t know if you were meant to continue.

“Why did you run away?” Don’t call it running away, it was for safety!

“I wanted to be safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“He hurt me.”

You said it with such conviction, and although you didn’t look up it was spoken as plain as day. The sky is blue, and he hurt you . You tried to continue anyways.

“I don’t...know how to use magic. Not really. I just want to be safe. I’m sorry. I’m feeling better, I’ll be out by tomorrow, honest, I’m sorry, I’m--”

“Please.”

You stopped your nonsensical words, and dared to take a peak at him.

This is the softest he’s looked, face just a bit more relaxed, minus the tinge of a furrowed brow.

“..I said you have a week.” A pause. “Let me look at your wound.”

Your exposed arm and shoulder throbbed at the mere mention of it, and you clutched it.

“It’s alright.”

“I’m not asking.”

You paused, and sighed, and turned your body to expose more of the injury, the man walking up to you and leaned down to take a closer look.

Turns out, it had ripped open and blood was oozing from your flesh. He exhaled through his nose.

“You’ll need to be bandaged. It’s not deep, but it’s not a clean cut either. It’ll take time.”

He walked away for a moment, going to the other side of the study you had not been able to see. He came back with some supplies to patch you up. Seems he already had this planned out. He dabbed away the blood, wiping away the excess and pressing alcohol to your wounds to disinfect. You hissed, clawing at your skirt. Then came the ointment, which was quite soothing even if you didn’t know exactly what it was. Soon enough it was wrapped up tight in a bandage.

“...Thank you.” If it weren’t for his vampiric senses he actually would have missed that you spoke at all. He simply hummed, and made notion for you to follow him again.

He brought you back to the original room you had woken up in.

“Sleep. We’ll speak more in the morning.” Distant again. And he was gone.

What on God’s green Earth happened to you?

Alucard can suspect abuse, obviously . But the gravity of how worn down you are is honestly...unfathomable. He notices the scarring that littered your body, he’s not blind. He had half a mind of commenting on them, but thank God he didn’t, questioning you was a nightmare on its own. Looking at how you reacted to him, how you wouldn’t look him in the eye, hell you woke up screaming after four days of slumber. Alucard thought you had died with how quiet you had been during that period. He wonders...he wonders if you wish you had. He shudders at the thought.

He knows he’s been quite...off-putting. But no one would blame him if they knew the horrors he’d also been through mere weeks ago.

By that combination, he can understand why his father thought the human species a stain on this planet. Difficult to argue against it. They were wretched, putrid things. They killed each other out of greed and a want of power. And you were a perfect example of how much irrevocable damage that could cause to someone.

But Alucard is far from perfect.

If he was being honest with himself, he nearly left you outside to rot away. Let the night monsters take you away while you slipped into unconsciousness. At least you wouldn’t feel it. But he couldn’t--what would his mother think of that? At the end of the day, Alucard was still a man with a heart. A cold, broken heart. But a beating heart. And his human side always reached out to try and care for others, loyal and kind to a fault.

He tried to sleep after the final interaction with you. He couldn’t. Your dead eyes were haunting him. How you spoke tormented him.

He hurt me .

That’s all he could hear in his head, in your small voice. Someone owned you and abused you, and unlike the twins who couldn’t trust a single soul after that--even one that trusted them with everything he had--you were so fragile and scared to ever disappoint. He supposed it was ingrained in you, for better or worse he wasn’t sure yet. Alucard had tossed and turned for what felt like hours, before he got up.

He wandered over to your room, and listened for steady breathing. Were you asleep? Would you sleep restfully? Would nightmares come?

He took the chance and cracked open the door, just a touch, to peer in.

He saw you asleep, finally, covers kicked off yourself. You were in a fetal position, arms wrapped around yourself and legs scrunched up as high as they could go. You were shaking.

Alucard winced, how sad .

Silently he walked in and gently covered you with the duvet, and left just as quietly as he entered.

He’s not sure how he’s going to talk to you at all in the morning.

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He who was bound in chains, set free.

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Days.

Weeks.

Months.

It felt like an eternity, day in and day out wandering the vastless land. In fear. In silence. Alone. With nothing but the clothes on your back, a worn down dagger and whatever scraps of food you’ve found stashed away within a pouch. You’ve come to lose sense of time after what seemed like the third full moon you’ve seen since escaping Gresit. Just stepping foot in front of foot for hours, not looking up, not looking ahead. Just at your feet, one after the other. Making sure you don’t trip, fall, or ensnare yourself in a beast trap lest you’d like to lose your foot. Spring was tepid, albeit rather harsh at night. Or was it the night monsters?

Those terrors.

The reason you barely slept. How could you? Your days were spent traveling alone by foot, staying away from towns as best you could and eating whatever the Earth Mother decided to give you that hadn’t rotted away yet. Your nights? Filled with painful screeches from both monster and man. You hid yourself as best you could each night. For ages you were able to keep hidden, and quiet amongst the brush, even digging holes as deep as your weak and broken hands would let you, cover your scent with mud and dead things, and do nothing but stay hidden and silently weep while you waited for daybreak.

You’d gotten crafty with it, really. After being alone and living a merciless hell day in and day out you’ve really found how to hide yourself in the evening times. Sometimes even nodding off, if the screams weren’t so loud. Or if the exhaustion hit you like a horse. Sometimes you even thought yourself remarkable. How, a lowly peasant girl has been able to live on her own for this long, with remnants of Dracula’s army still traipsing through the lands. You’ve heard -- sometimes seen -- men thrice the size of you fall to their knees, arms ripped from shoulder, sockets filled with torn muscle and skin, blood spewing like a fountain. Seen the way soldiers have been ripped in half with ease by the demons of the night.

And here you are.

Just a lowly peasant girl.

Alive.

It’s about all you can tell yourself to keep you from ripping at the seams. As if life hadn’t already been so god damned terrible to you. The heavens just open up and shit on your future with monsters running amok. Ah, well, you think, so bitterly to yourself. Better than what it was, I suppose.

Some days you’re not so sure.

You’ve just about convinced yourself that life was easier this way. Not having to think much or do extra work for others, until one wrong move at night -- and so close to day break! -- had given your position away. It was as if, almost in slow motion, you saw those terrifying red eyes find you within the dirt and muck. You swore you saw the thing smile. It’s next meal, is probably what it was thinking. Shock almost entirely took over your body, wouldn’t move a single muscle, not even a twitch of a finger. Until it stepped towards you.

A crack of a branch under its mangled limbs, and you were off deeper into the woods once more.

You couldn’t breathe, could barely hear over the ringing of your ears. But the monster was just loud enough to hear over it all, just loud enough to hear how close it was getting to you. Your lungs burned, trying so hard to escape this thing. Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked as aggressively as your body would let you as to not let the fear consume your sight as well. It was getting close.

Closer.

I’m going to die, you thought. I’m going to die and I have nothing to show for it. I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die--

It took everything you had, mind, body and strength to force your intent to something, anything, that will save you. Your eyes closed for a moment, you turned around, your body facing this thing, and you grasped as tightly as your fingers would let you to your skirt. You were going to die, with nothing to show for it. You were certain.

But then a sharp snap and a following shriek pierced your ears. You were too scared to look. Maybe the scream you heard was yourself. An out of body experience. The afterlife letting you know it’s time to come home. But it wasn’t. You stood there, waiting for something, anything, to let you know if you were alive or dead. It felt like hours, though you know better. A blurred eye was opened, and your gaze slowly moved up, until you saw...a branch? Shoved through the maw of the night monster and piercing through the skull cavity. What you can only imagine being the frontal cortex of this thing splattered across what remained of its head, and along the wood that took it out.

You blinked.

You blinked some more.

And then you cried.

You wept like you haven’t been able to in ages. Loud, with everything you had left, with globs of tears running down your face. Broken, and beaten, and bruised. You cried like you’ve wanted every night since you escaped from Gresit. Hell, cried like you’ve wanted to since you were still in Gresit. Your legs gave out, knees buckling until you fell, one hand supporting you so you didn’t crumble into nothing, the other covering your face as best you could. You still wanted to muffle your noises, lest you attract another one of those things. But you were so exhausted. You finally did something right. You finally were able to use it somehow. In a way for you.

Magic.

The poor peasant girl, born a witch to religious parents. Deemed a monster, deemed a heretic. Betrayed, and sold, and used. Just for being born.

Born a witch.

You laid there out in the open until the sun’s first ray broke through. Signifying you had survived another night. And had at least one more day ahead of you. You thanked whatever gods you had previously cursed, I didn’t really mean it, honest. And begrudgingly got up, and continued on.

The way you have been for the last however long.

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Blurred days have passed again. And you've gotten into your routine again. A bit jittery, but routine nonetheless.You took a bite of some ...meat...you had found and cooked along the way. You want to say it was a fox, but didn’t think too much on it. You’ll lose your appetite. And you barely had one to begin with. It was something to keep your stomach settled. That’s all food was good for these days anyways. Just something to keep your stomach settled. You wandered fruitlessly until you saw a peak of, of something. In the distance. A peak of a house? Maybe... You wanted to start steering clear of it. From the very tiny thing you could see, it was obviously very tall. Which meant very big house. Which meant people you mostly definitely didn’t want to see. But you decided to rest first. You’d been on your feet all day, not a second to even sit. So you did. And then you laid. And then you slept.

Mistake.

You woke up with all your fire alight with fear. You were out in the open, in the dark.

It was night time. And you hadn’t protected yourself.

Oh, shit.

You did everything you could to scramble to your feet and try to find some form of protection, but it was really too late. The monsters in the air had already scented you out. As if once within the last few days wasn’t enough. Looks like the gods took your cursing to heart.

You knew you could have tried what you did last time. Magic, and all that. But you were so tired. And you hadn’t been eating much of anything. And there was three of them and you didn’t have time to think and--

You ran.

You ran towards that big, tall, house. You tripped, and you fell, and got back up and ran some more towards that house. Your lungs could have collapsed, feeling like they were on fire all over again. You almost just thought of letting them kill you. You were so tired of running, and just barely surviving. But your adrenaline wouldn’t let you stop moving for even a second. Your saving grace was really the trees that hindered those things from easily snatching you up.

That didn’t stop them from trying.

Claws jabbed at your arms when they did reach down. Taking out that rusted dagger you really only used for food, you stabbed between its toes, and hearing its cries as it ripped away, taking a bit of your skin with it. And it hurt. It hurt more than most things you reckon you’ve felt in this lifetime. And you screamed, but you continued nonetheless. A few more swipes at you, and a few more jabs at its feet, and more than a few more punctures to your arms, you saw the house in sight. And it was big. Except it was worse than you could have imagined.

It was Dracula’s bloody castle.

The gods took extra offense, it seems.

But you couldn’t stop now, could you? You could only hope and wish and pray that whatever guardian had taken hold of the castle now would give you a swift mercy killing rather than be flayed by these things. Maybe even keep you alive as a blood bank. Living in solitude as a food source sounded awful. But not as awful as living in servitude to a beast disguised as a human as a...you shook it off. It wasn’t time to think of anything right now. Nothing except survival.

You reached the open field the castle was in, you think you were yelling for help but you couldn’t be sure. You couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. You could barely see, black dotting your vision. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore. This wasn’t how you wanted to die. Especially not after you survived against one of them. But life is cruel to witches, so it seems. You kept running until your leg crumbled beneath you, so then you crawled. You looked up to the sky, it had started to rain. You didn’t notice. How could you notice? All you were looking for were the monsters stalking you for fun now. And one was getting ready to swoop down and gather you up for dinner. A sob escaped, bubbling up from your throat. You closed your eyes and waited. Waited. Waited.

And just like the last time. Nothing came. Nothing but cracks and shrieks of pain. You opened your eyes quicker than the last, too scared to not see. The last bit you saw before the final monster laid dead on the floor was a glint of silver, flying past you towards the house. You scrambled to get up and see who or what would be in front of you.

You honestly thought you died, because the man in front of you looked so ethereal it had to be an angel. A little worse for wear, maybe a soldier, but an angel. You could laugh if you remembered how to do that.

A tall, slender man with a gnarly scar across his chest between the opening of his shirt, beautiful blonde curls framed his somehow feminine and masculine face. That scar could do nothing to deter the beauty that lay before you.

Neither could the culled bodies on steaks that weren’t even fully decomposed yet in front of the doors, but you don’t think your tunnel vision really saw that.

You wanted to thank him, beg him for mercy. You opened your mouth,

“I’m sorry”

You started to spill nonsense.

“I’m sorry, just let me” you stumbled, trying to go towards the castle. His sword-- his magical, floating sword-- pointed towards you, his face unchanging in its stoicism.

“Just let me lean against the stone of your home, please, just for a minute” you stumbled again, this time on your backside. You made way to get back up, but it was so hard. “I’ll leave within the hour, you’ll never see me again. I just need...I just need to rest” You pushed up with one leg, and immediately collapsed again, legs fully giving out.

“I’m sorry, thank you, just a minute..” Your vision blurred more, black taking over. The last thing you remember seeing were the boots of your savior, before you hit dirt unconscious.

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