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weebisexual · 4 years

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Canon* Bisexual Characters

*SOME OF THESE ARE POSSIBLY HEAVILY SPECTACULATED AS BI, AND SOME COULD ALSO BE PAN

Click below to see the list as it is a long one

Tv:

Abby, Abby's

Adam Alvaro, Jane the Virgin

Adam Goff, Sex Education

Adrian Tepes (Alucard), Castlevania

Ah Toy, Warrior

Alana Bloom, Hannibal

Alice Pieszecki, The L Word

Amy, Futurama

Angela Montenegro, Bones

Annalise Keating, How To Get Away With Murder(could also be pan)

Anne Bonny, Black Sails

Asami Sato, Legend of Korra

Aslan Jade Callenreese (Ash Lynx), Banana Fish

Barbara Kean, Gotham

Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bo, Lost Girl

Bob, Bob’s Burgers

Bob Armstrong, Insatiable

Bow, She-Ra Princess of Power

Brittany S. Pierce, Glee

Callie Torres, Grey’s Anatomy

Casey Gardner, Atypical

Charlie Morningstar, Hazbin Hotel

Chuck, Supernatural

Clara Oswald, Doctor Who

Clarke Griffin, The 100

Daemon Targaryen, House of the Dragon

Darlene Alderson, Mr. Robot

Daryl Whitefeather, Crazy Ex Girlfriend

Dex Parios, Stumptown

Eleanor Guthrie, Black Sails

Ellaria Sand, Game of Thrones

Eleanor Henstridge, The Royals

Eleanor Shellstrop, The Good Place

Evan "Buck" Buckley, 9-1-1

Fangs Fogarty, Riverdale

Fleabag, Fleabag

Frances Flynn, Conversations with Friends

Gail, Letterkenny

Garfield “Gar” Logan (Beast Boy), Titans

Grace Choi, Black Lightning

Glimmer, She-Ra Princess of Power

Gojō Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Haley Dunphy, Modern Family

Harley Quinn, Harley Quinn

Helen Blackthorn, Shadowhunters

Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Inara, Firefly

Isobel Evans, Roswell New Mexico (could also be Pan)

Jack Danvers, Ted Lasso

Jackson Whittmore, Teen Wolf

James Flint, Black Sails

Jay Bilzerian, Big Mouth

Jesper Fahey, Shadow and Bone

Joe MacMillan, Halt and Catch Fire

Johanna Constantine, The Sandman

John Constantine, Arrow and Legends of Tomorrow

Julian "Jaskier" Alfred Pankratz, The Witcher

Judy Hale, Dead to Me

Kai Anderson, American Horror Story: Cult

Katriona "Kat" Azar Tamin, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Katy, Letterkenny

Keeley Jones, Ted Lasso

Kieran Walker, In The Flesh

Korra, Legend of Korra

Lisa Palmer, Santa Clarita Diet

Lorna Morello, Orange is the New Black

Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer

Luz Noceda, The Owl House

Mabel Mora, Only Murders in the Building

Magnus Bane, Shadowhunters

Malakai Mitchell, Heartbreak High

Marceline, Adventure Time

Marcus Keane, The Exorcist

Margaret Shaw (Queen Maeve), The Boys

Mazikeen, Lucifer

Meliorn, Shadowhunters

Mermista, She-Ra Princess of Power

Mrs. McMurray, Letterkenny

Michael Guerin, Roswell New Mexico

Miles Hollingsworth, Degrassi

Missy Beckett, Heartbreak High

Moxxie, Helluva Boss

Nick Nelson, Heartstopper

Nico Minoru, Runaways

Nina Zenik, Shadow and Bone

Nolan Ross, Revenge

Nova Bordelon, Queen Sugar

Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones

Pam, Archer

Paige Michalchuk, Degrassi

Paul Grayson, Flesh & Bone

Piper Chapman, Orange is the New Black

Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn

Polo, Elite

Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, KinnPorsche: The Series

Princess Bubblegum, Adventure Time

Quentin Coldwater, The Magicians

Ramona Royale, American Horror Story: Hotel

Rebeca, Elite

River Song, Doctor Who

Rosa Diaz, Brooklyn99

Rose Quartz, Steven Universe

Ruby Lucas, Once Upon a Time

Sea Hawk, She-Ra and the Princess of Power

Seven of Nine, Star Trek Voyager

Sara Lance, Arrow and Legends of Tomorrow

Tabitha Galavan, Gotham

Tara Thornton, True Blood

The Countess Elizabeth, American Horror Story: Hotel

Toni Topaz, Riverdale

Toshiko Sato, Torchwood (could also be pan)

Valencia Perez, Crazy Ex Girlfriend

Villanelle, Killing Eve

Waverly Earp, Wynona Earp

Will Drake, American Horror Story: Hotel

Winter Anderson, American Horror Story: Cult (could also be pan)

Yuri Katsuki, Yuri!!! On Ice

Books:

Abby Suso, Leah on the Offbeat

Adam Parrish, The Raven Cycle

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Red White & Royal Blue

Apollo, The Trials of Apollo

Cal Price, Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda

Celie Johnson, The Color Purple

Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours

Elio Perlman, Call Me By Your Name

Evelyn Hugo, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Frances Flynn, Conversations with Friends

Hades, Dark Olympus

Helen Blackthorn, The Mortal Instruments

Henry Montague, The Gentlemans Guide To Vice and Virtue

Jean Moreau, The Sunshine Court

Jesper Fahey, Grishaverse

Katherine Talbot, Privilege of the Sword

Kieran, The Dark Artifices

Leah Burke, Leah on the Offbeat

Lisbeth Sander, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

Mabel Valenzuela, We Are Okay (could also be pan/polysexual)

Magnus Bane, The Mortal Instruments

Mark Blackthorn, The Mortal Instruments

Mia Covere, Nevernight

Michael Wayland, The Mortal Instruments

Nina Zenik, Grishaverse

Noam, Fever King

Patroclus, The Song of Achilles

Persephone, Dark Olympus

Richard St Vier, Swordspoint

Rhy, Shades of Magic

Shug Avery, The Color Purple

Simon Snow, Simon Snow Trilogy

Comics/Graphic Novels:

Akihiro (Daken), Marvel Comics

Avatar Kyoshi, The Legend of Korra: Turf Wars

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), DC Comics

Donovan “Donnie” Ali, The Prince of Southland (Webtoon)

Gojō Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Grace Choi, DC Comics

Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn), DC Comics

Jack Zimmermann, Check, Please (webcomic), (could also be Pan)

John Constantine, DC Comics

Jon Kent (Superboy), DC Comics

Knockout, DC Comics

Madame Xanadu, DC Comics

Nick Nelson, Heartstopper (Webtoon)

Nico Minoru, Marvel Comics

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), DC Comics

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Marvel Comics

Roxanne “Roxy” Washington (Bling!), Marvel Comics

Selina Kyle (Catwoman), DC Comics

Thomas Blake (Catman), DC Comics

Tim Drake (Robin), DC Comics

Movies:

Adele, Blue is the Warmest Colour

AJ Campos, Crush

Alexander Clairmont-Diaz, Red, White & Royal Blue

Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours

Danielle, Shiva Baby

Elio Perlman, Call Me By Your Name

Harley Quinn, Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)

Lisbeth Salander, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

Lorraine Broughton, Atomic Blonde

Ramona Flowers, Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Valkyrie, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Video Games:

Abigail, Elliot, Emily, Harvey, Leah, Maru, Penny, Sebastian and Shane, Stardew Valley (they could also be pan)

Anders, Dragon Age Inquisition 2

Alphys, Undertale

Chloe, Life is Strange

Dorothea, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Edelgard von Hresvelg, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Fenris, Dragon Age Inquisition 2

Hans, Animal Crossing (could also be pan)

Isabelle, Animal Crossing (could also be pan)

Isabelle, Dragon Age Inquisition 2

Jaal, Mass Effect Andromeda

Jeritza, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Josephine, Dragon Age Inquisition

Juhani, Knights of the Old Republic

Leliana, Dragon Age Origins

Linhardt, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Kaiden, Mass Effect

Liara, Mass Effect

Max, Life is Strange

Mercedes, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Merrill, Dragon Age 2

Niles, Fire Emblem Fates

Rell, League of Legends

Renju Okiura, AI: The Somnium Files

Rhea, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Sothis, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Yuri, Fire Emblem Three Houses

Zagreus, Hades

Zevran, Dragon Age Origins

Musicals:

Clifford "Cliff" Bradshaw, Cabaret

Frank ‘n’ Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Lucas, If/Then

Peter Allen, The Boy From Oz

Richard Goranski, Be More Chill

Romeo, & Juliet

Hanschen Rilow, Spring Awakening

The Emcee, Cabaret

Woof, Hair

Podcasts:

Aubrey Little, The Adventure Zone

Georgie Baker, The Magnus Archives

Jonathon Sims, The Magnus Archives

Juno Steel, The Penumbra Podcast

Mark Bryant, The Bright Sessions

Mollymauk, Critical Role

Ryan Dalias, EoS 10

Sir Damien, The Penumbra Podcast

Timothy Stoker, The Magnus Archives

Vax’ildan, Critical Role

We are slowly adding to this list! If you know of a character that isn’t on here, please send us a message with the characters name, the name of what they’re in, and what type of media it is! Thank you so much!

#bisexual #bisafe #bisexuality #bisexual characters #bi characters #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt+#lgbtq+#ours #our stuff #bisexual characters list

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crystallinee-waters · 3 years

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aluseras for that ship ask game!

thank you! 💖💖 Send me a ship and I’ll answer three questions based on if I ship it or not

Don’t ship it

Why don’t you ship it? For me, it’s Seras lack of agency and the fact that Seras had like 5 seconds, heavily injured, to either choose death or become his fledgling and let herself be abducted. I’d argue she did not choose to become a vampire - she chose not to die. Gonzo may be the exception where her decision feels a bit more in tune with Alucard’s decision-making, but they had no bonding before. Then, Alucard orchestrating the entire situation so he had a reason to shoot her when he literally did not have to. I ship Alutegra and I am aware of the unhealthiness in that power imbalance as well, but the difference there is that Alucard was a grown ass brutal murderer who was incarcerated to stop the murder of thousands of more people, and who’s constantly openly thirsting for the person he’s subbing for which evens it out imo. Then Alucard is heavily involved with Integra - mentally, professionally, through blood and seals and whatnot and I don’t really see how Seras could gain that same kind of attention/intense bond that they have as long as she’s alive. Yes, we know Seras chose to stay the “fledgling” later on by not drinking Alucard’s blood, at least according to Taliesin Jaffe and Crispin Freeman, she wanted that sub dynamic with Alucard because she needed it - because she lost her own family before she was done needing them, and replaces them as an adult with the bond with Alucard and Integra (also she did not want to drink blood for other reasons). For me personally I love to see adult Seras find her new found family with Alucard and Integra. 2. What would have made you like it? Imagine Seras in the woods. She spots Alucard and she’s curious and slightly scared. He kills the vampire Priest like he’s supposed to without stalling like an edgelord and Seras stands by the sidelines, watching. She’s interested - Alucard notices her, of course, maybe exchanges a word before leaving. Later on, there is another situation and Seras has been shot at a crime scene as a responding officer, or attacked by a ghoul. Hellsing is there to investigate vampires. Alucard stumbles upon this young police woman he has seen before, they recognize each other and he knows she’s dying, he has seen it before so many times. He stays a few moments to honor her life running out on the ground beside her - his own mission is accomplished. Seras knows he has killed ghouls and vampires and doesn’t consider him a threat. As this tall stranger sits beside her, waiting for her to die, she says she doesn’t want to. She asks him if he knows what’s going to happen once she dies. (will she see her parents? is she ready? she hasn’t accomplished what she wants, she knows her parents would want her to keep on living.) Something shifts in his eyes, a glimmer of something. Then he asks her, “would you like to come with me?” She nods, reaches out her hand, and Alucard takes it. He asks her again if she knows what’s she’s doing, he explains it to her, if she can imagine eternal life without end, and Seras is decided this time. He says he does not want to curse anyone else into this existence but he can save her life with it. Seras decides that she wants to, she clings to his hand. He turns her into a vampire and carries her home. (I would probably ship that or find it more appealing, also if Seras quickly drank his blood to release herself from the servant bond. I have even considering writing abt that situation, platonic or not.) 3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Love their mentor/protégée bond. Love that Alucard actually stops and considers his actions when she questions him - the Rio scene is full of implications - how he mirrored her hurt in that moment and Seras made this old weary brutal vampire so emotional for a moment - she made his walls break down. Also that he had to call Integra for validation to go through with his plans, he didn’t forget his orders, he just needed more validation. I like to think Seras actually affected him that much. Like, he could not have spared a single person in Rio even if he had wanted to, and that’s the glorious, genius angst of that situation that both he and Seras were just tools with emotions. (But to be fair, he did encourage Integra into letting him kill them so I think it’s a mutual effort even if the murders are on Integra.) I love that Alucard actually chooses to care for someone else out of completely free will, even if his means of attaining this bond with Seras is highly questionable for me, he does care for her when there’s nothing in it for him but simple company. The way he is patient with her, mentoring her, putting Pip in his place for her, love that. Also making her hide in the cupboard so she wouldn’t have to watch him make a smoothie out of everyone and make sure she would be safe from the SWAT, love that.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #seras victoria #alucard #hellsingimpuresouls

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johaerys-writes · 3 years

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Where Blood Roses Bloom

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades

Summary:

After Trevor gets grievously injured by a night creature, he and Sypha return to Dracula's castle to seek Alucard's help. The man they find there, however, is but a shadow of the friend they left behind.

Meanwhile, in far Styria, Hector does his best to survive in the vampires' court, a lamb amidst wolves. Little do the wolves know, the lamb has fangs of its own.

Chapter 5: Draw, is up! Where Alucard is trying hard to mind his own business (really, he’s trying so hard), but he absolutely cannot do that when Trevor invites him to a duel. A friendly one *wink wink*

Read on AO3! Read from the beginning

“Just do me a favour, will you, Alucard?”

The dhampir lets out a slow, exasperated breath. “What would that be, pray tell?”

Trevor turns to glance at Alucard over his shoulder. He is standing at the far end of the large, circular room that serves as his training room. It is filled with weapon stands, heavy with blades of every possible length, width and shape. Many of them Trevor knows of or has used at some point or other— epees, rapiers, bastard swords, greatswords, halberds and spears. Others, he has only seen in books, like the wide, flat blade that curves at the end, that’s hanging from a peg on the wall. Some of them he has never even beheld before, like that spear with the ivory-worked handle, sporting blades at both ends.

Now that is a weapon Trevor would very much like to use on that tall stickler of a man who is regarding him with thinly veiled contempt from across the room.

The pale grey morning light streaming in through the window illuminates Alucard's sharp features, casts dark shadows around his eyes, catches in the highlights in his golden hair. Alucard is gazing at him with a look of infinite boredom and forced patience, but underneath it all Trevor can see a faint twinkle of amusement.

“None of your little floating tricks, if you don't mind," Trevor says as he turns to face him. "They’re a bit unnerving.”

Alucard quirks a brow. “Unnerved so easily, Belmont? I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

“Do whatever you like with that information, just please. No flying around, or floating above the ground. I’d hate to see you falling from a great height after I kick your arse.”

Alucard clicks his tongue in disgust and rolls his eyes, and Trevor grins. There. That’s the spirit. Anything but that ice cold facade he’s been putting on ever since he and Sypha have stepped foot in that castle. Trevor knows there’s something there, underneath the surface, and he’s determined to pull it out of him.

“Are you quite done boasting, Belmont? Or are you planning on ending me with terrible jokes? I have to say, it’s working. I’m feeling rather faint.” He flicks his finger ever so slightly, and one of the swords that are hanging from a peg on the wall slides from its scabbard, flying directly into Alucard’s hand.

The sword in Trevor’s own hand, the one that Alucard gave him as soon as they walked in, is an unfamiliar weight. He slashes at the air a couple times, the blade hissing. It is a good sword, all things considered: freshly whetted and oiled, expertly balanced. Not as good as his own, of course, which is lying in its scabbard in his room, but good enough. Alucard is an irritating prick, but he does have a good eye for swords. Trevor was a bit surprised at first that Alucard gave him a sword that’s good enough to match his own, but he knows now that he shouldn’t have been. Alucard would never have given Trevor a sword that would have been less than a match for his own. If there’s one man that appreciates a challenge, an opportunity to show off how skilled he is, how smooth and how graceful, to have his flowy hair ripple as he moves, and his coat flutter in his wake, and perhaps even break out a bit of a sweat, just for the hell of it, just to make a fine performance out of it all, then who else other than bloody Alucard himself?

“That’s a nice sword you gave me,” Trevor remarks, pointedly ignoring Alucard’s earlier comment. “Did you polish it yourself? It’s very well done. Is that how you spend your time these days? Polishing swords?”

“I understand your powers of observation are… disappointing at best,” the other man replies acridly as he gets into position, body melting to the side, “but have you seen anyone else in this castle, all the while you’ve been here?”

Yes. The people hanging out on stakes by your front door, Trevor thinks. The question is right at the tip of his tongue, but Trevor holds it back. For all intents and purposes, Alucard behaves as if they don’t even exist. It’s a mystery if Trevor ever saw any; and he does not like mysteries he cannot solve. But Alucard is reticent, more reticent than he remembers. Unpredictable. Trevor still isn't sure whether he's the same person he and Sypha left behind. One wrong move, and they might both find themselves in trouble. It's best, he decides, if he takes things slow. Test him out a bit. Push him, just the right way.

Trevor gives him a small smile. “Not really, no. But one can never know with you vampires.”

Alucard’s eyes flash with indignation, but it’s quickly reined in as he takes a step forward, his sword singing in the air. Trevor brandishes his own weapon, his body melting in a defensive stance. The wound nips just a little under the bandage; he will have to be careful.

He lifts his sword when Alucard lunges for him. Their blades clash, small sparks flying when the metals collide. Alucard is fast— too fast for Trevor to fully engage him in his condition, but this is supposed to be a friendly training session, anyway. He immerses himself into the rhythm of the fight, getting a bit of satisfaction every time he swerves past Alucard’s attacks. He smiles when he sees the tiny flickers of frustration in the dhampir’s eyes, the pinch of concentration in his features. Even in his current state, he’s more than a challenging opponent.

Alucard falls back for a bit, letting him catch his breath. He swings his blade to the side, rolling his wrist to relax it. “You think you know so much about vampires?” he asks idly. There is a bit of an edge to his voice, and it’s lower than usual.

“I know that I’ve killed a good deal of them,” Trevor says. His pulse is thrumming in his throat, and he can feel the pleasant buzz of exertion already. “They’re an irritating lot, to say the least. Don’t you think?”

Alucard isn't looking at him. His features are calm, but Trevor can see the tension climbing up his shoulders underneath his snug-fitting coat, the tendons in his pale neck. “I think,” he says, “that people make a lot of assumptions about vampires. Some of them are true. Some are not.”

“So they’re not… irritating?” Trevor asks with feigned puzzlement, squinting at him. “Judging by you, I’d say they’re really bloody annoying. So much pomp and circumstance, and not much substance underneath.”

“Perhaps that’s just my human side showing,” Alucard says. “Have you ever stopped to consider that?”

Before Trevor has time to respond to that, Alucard lunges at him, aiming for his sides. Trevor evades the blow, stepping away, but only by a hair. He slashes at him, and misses, again and again. Now that he’s fully warmed up, Alucard is quick and agile, and Trevor is still weak from his injury. It’s perfectly clear that Alucard has not been idle while they’ve been away.

“Human?" Trevor pants, grinning. "Please. My horse is more human than you are.”

“Is that the ‘thank you’ I get for helping save your life? How lovely. I could have just left you outside, you know.” The dhampir floats backwards, regarding him with detached amusement and something -almost- sad.

“Hey. I told you: none of that floating business, yeah? One thing. I ask for one tiny, simple thing—” Trevor sighs and threads his fingers through his hair, scratching his head, then lets his hand fall. “Alright. You got me. Perhaps... I should have started with that.”

“With what?”

“With the ‘thank you’.”

Alucard tilts his head to the side. “For…?”

"For saving my life," Trevor groans and rolls his eyes. “Thank you, Alucard. Much obliged. You probably didn’t have to, but you did it anyway. You could have left me to bleed out on your front door, but you did not. How very kind, how noble, how magnanimous of you.” He gives him a sweeping bow, with a hand flourish. “I am entirely in your debt. Or, well, perhaps I would have been, had I not literally saved your sorry hide a few times myself, but who’s talking about that, right? It’s all ‘Alucard this’, and ‘Alucard that’, and ‘oh, look at me, I’m so pretty with my hair flowing all over the place, and so serious and broody, and I like to wear my shirts open to my navel because I’m just so sophisticated, it’s practically oozing out of me, and’—" Trevor stops when he notices Alucard's eyes widening in shock. "Oh, sorry. Did you want to say something?”

Alucard gapes at him for a moment. The quiet laughter he lets out is sudden, a bit startled. He seems more surprised at the sound of it than anything, as he blinks at Trevor. “That was… that was quite a performance. I didn’t know you had it in you, Belmont.”

“Is my gratitude accepted, then? Sypha will probably kill me if it’s not.”

"Did... Sypha ask you to thank me?"

"You know how she is. She wanted to make sure you know we're both grateful."

Alucard’s throat bobs as he swallows. He looks very uncomfortable all of a sudden, out of place. "Oh."

“What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Trevor asks. He brings his sword up, the edge of the blade glimmering between his eyes. “Will I have to beat an answer out of you?”

A huffed laugh escapes Alucard's lips. "If you can." His eyes flash red, then he disappears.

Trevor rolls his eyes. "I said: no vampire tricks." He spins on his heel, searching for him in the shadows that stretch around him. A whisper of fabric behind him— and Trevor brings his sword up only a blink of an eye before Alucard’s blade collides with his. He grits his teeth, holding the sword steady. Alucard has gotten closer to him than he would have liked. They are now staring at each other, the blades trembling between them.

“I’m not used to others being grateful for what I do,” Alucard says. His hand that is holding the sword is shaking, but his voice is flat like a cool, still lake. “If it was one of your tactics to get me off my guard, it worked.”

“Tactics? Oh, no,” Trevor grunts, giving him a toothy smile. “It’s the infamous Belmont upbringing you so like to sneer at.”

Alucard lets out a small harrumph, and the breath that brushes Trevor’s cheek smells faintly of almonds, a hint of clove. “I’m not used to being called pretty, either.”

Now it is Trevor’s turn to gape. He blinks at the dhampir, and if it weren’t for his sharp reflexes, he would have lost his balance. “That wasn’t— that— It was just a figure of speech.” He narrows his eyes, just to preserve some of his dignity while warmth is creeping up his cheeks. “Please don’t let it go to your head. You’re insufferable as it is.”

Alucard quirks a brow, and the look he gives him is more piercing than one of Sypha’s ice bolts. “Hm.” The pressure from Trevor’s blade eases away as Alucard steps back, floating out of his reach.

“Jesus,” Trevor grunts, ignoring the light pain in his sides as he straightens, “how many times do I have to say it? No vampire— oh, fuck it.” He lunges forward, slashing at Alucard as quickly as he can, in a flurry of quick strikes. One of them manages to graze Alucard’s shoulder, another tears slightly at the fabric of his shirt. The thrill of those small victories rushes through Trevor, and he grins in triumph as he starts gaining ground. He’s still careful to keep his strikes light, though, to simply graze and not to wound. This is only a friendly bout, after all. “You’re lucky I don’t have my whip with me.”

A soft, throaty laugh echoes in his ears. Alucard’s eyes flash red, then he disappears again.

“Ah, damn you,” Trevor grunts, glancing about him. He will never get used to this.

The brush of air against the side of his face is the only sign betraying Alucard’s presence, before he strikes in earnest. Their swords clash, the din of steel meeting steel filling the room. There is a strange vivacity in Alucard’s gaze, a sort of joy, a hint of a blush staining his cheeks. A part of his mind, the one that isn’t fully absorbed in the exhilaration of their fight, finds that almost… endearing.

The wound tugs at Trevor underneath the bandage, and he can’t help the sharp hiss that escapes him when he rolls out of the way of one of Alucard’s attacks. He tilts forward without meaning to, and presses his palm to his sides.

“Fuck,” Trevor breathes, wincing.

Alucard's blade stops only a few inches away from Trevor before he drops it.

“Are you alright?” he asks, and for a split second, Trevor thinks he sees genuine worry in his gaze, underneath his icy facade.

It startles Trevor, but only for a moment. He takes the opportunity and dashes for him. Their blades clash with a sharp, high-pitched clang that echoes through the large room. Trevor grins when his swift attack presses Alucard back.

“Never let your guard down,” he says with a smirk.

Alucard recovers quickly, much more quickly than Trevor expects. His surprise melts into a frown of determination, brows drawn together in utmost concentration. The bastard parries his blows like he’s meant for it; it’s not long before beads of sweat start arcing down Trevor’s brow. He had forgotten how quick Alucard’s reflexes are. If Trevor weren’t in such bad form, and if he had his whip as well as his sword, their odds would have been far more even, but as it is, he's barely holding his own.

He growls in frustration when, after a daring move that got him close enough to graze the dhampir’s cheek, his sword is knocked out of his hands.

Alucard smiles, a flash of sharp white teeth behind pale rose lips. It’s friendly enough, yet it still manages to look threatening. Trevor can only gaze at him in defiance, nostrils flaring as he pants, when the tip of Alucard’s blade is pressed under his chin.

“What’s wrong, Belmont? No more tricks up your sleeve?”

“There’s a few that come to mind.”

Alucard quirks a brow at him. “I do hope it isn’t another kick in the balls. We both know how well that went last time you tried it.”

Trevor huffs a laugh. “Nope. I tend to learn from my mistakes.” His gaze never leaves Alucard face as he reaches into his coat pocket. As expected, Alucard’s eyes flick towards the motion, pupils widening like a hunting cat’s. With his attention diverted, Trevor ducks to the side, escaping the sharp edges of the blade under his chin, then kicks Alucard’s feet from under him. The dhampir falls back with a surprised huff, and, before he can move or fly away, Trevor pins him to the ground, one hand holding his wrist down, the other pressing the tip of the dagger that was hidden in his sleeve against his heart. “You, however, do not.”

Alucard glares up at him, unblinking. He is completely still in Trevor’s hold, unnaturally so, not even a muscle moving. His hair is spread like a golden halo around his head, his skin gleaming bone white against the dark stone floor beneath him.

“You know I could still teleport and stab you in the back. Yes?” His voice is slow, his tone flat, not an inkling of emotion showing. It sends a slight shiver down Trevor’s spine.

“I suppose so. But you won’t. Because that would be cheating, and you don't do that, right?” Trevor lets the corners of his lips curl in a smug smile as he leans forward, holding the dhampir’s gaze. “I believe that means I am the victor of this match.”

Alucard’s gaze never leaves Trevor’s. From this close, Trevor can see the flecks in Alucard’s eyes, different shades of gold glittering in the light trickling through the high windows, the thin crease between his eyebrows, the tension at the corners of his lips. Alucard is holding his breath, it seems, his chest barely moving under Trevor’s blade.

Something bright, something feral flashes in Alucard’s eyes before he surges up.

Trevor freezes when their lips meet. For a moment —a brief one, a blink of an eye— he’s sure his heart has stopped beating, yet it’s not long before he can feel his pulse in his throat.

If he could move, he would have pinched himself, because this is surely not happening. Alucard’s lips are on his own. Alucard's lips, on his lips. They are slightly cold to the touch, but not by much. Soft. Softer even than Sypha’s, which are often chapped. His skin smells of almonds, of berries, a hint of woodsmoke.

A sudden spike of fear rushes through Trevor when he feels the edge of a shortsword pressing against his sides, through the fabric of his tunic.

“How did you put it before, Belmont?” Alucard whispers, edging back. His eyes are blazing with smug satisfaction underneath his fair eyelashes, but there’s also a hint of surprise there, that Trevor suspects matches his own. “‘Never let your guard down’?”

Trevor swallows thickly. They’re not touching anymore, not like before, but Alucard’s mouth is still frustratingly close to his own. “A hell of a cheap trick, that was,” he mumbles, trying as best he can to keep his composure.

“No cheaper than yours, surely.”

Trevor gapes at him for a long moment, unsure what to say. His pulse is still beating in throat; he wonders if Alucard can hear it. He finally lets the dhampir go with a huff and stands up, and the fact that his legs are a little weak now does nothing to lessen his frustration. “I’m still the winner of this match,” he says petulantly, to which Alucard laughs.

“That was most certainly a draw.” Alucard pushes himself up, sliding his shortsword smoothly into the scabbard hidden in his boot. “But you can keep telling yourself that, if it makes you feel better.”

“You really are one smug, arrogant bastard, you know that?”

“I’ve been called worse."

"Always so dramatic," Trevor scoffs and rolls his eyes. “With your agreeable disposition? That's hard to believe." He sheaths his own dagger without looking at him, then goes to pick up his sword that was knocked to the far side of the room. He busies himself with returning it to the weapon stand where it belongs, in hopes that the warmth that has crept up his cheeks isn’t too noticeable.

Why is he blushing, anyway? Trevor really isn’t in the best shape today, that’s for certain.

Trevor turns to glance at him over his shoulder. Alucard is boredly brushing the dust off his coat sleeves, thoroughly ignoring him, but Trevor finds himself gaping at him like a fish.

The front of Alucard’s shirt was ripped by one of Trevor’s attacks during their swordfight, but it must have ripped even further with his tumble, leaving his chest and stomach exposed. Deep, criss-crossing scars interrupt the expanse of smooth pale skin, red and angry against its alabaster-like whiteness. They’re not quite as deep as the one in the center of his chest, a souvenir from his fight with his father, but they look no less menacing.

Trevor’s stomach sinks at the sight.

“God,” he breathes. “What the fuck happened to you?”

Alucard glances up at him in curiosity. He freezes when he realises what Trevor is staring at. His spine straightens, his features turning as rigid and cold as ice. “Nothing,” he says, buttoning up his coat with lightning quick motions. “Nothing happened to me.”

“That doesn’t look like nothing.” Trevor takes a step closer, reaching out to stop his hand. “Who did this to—”

“I said: it’s nothing.” Alucard steps back as if by instinct, out of his reach. His expression doesn’t betray any of his thoughts, but the way he avoids Trevor’s gaze has his stomach clenching even further.

This doesn’t seem right. Nothing about this seems right.

They both linger in tense silence for several moments. It’s Alucard’s magical sword that interrupts the quiet, when it lifts off the floor and slides into its scabbard on its own.

“I would suggest you get some rest,” Alucard says flatly. “Your injury requires it, if your current fighting skills are anything to go by.” He turns around and leaves without a word.

There are several scathing responses that spring to Trevor’s mind, but they all die at the tip of his tongue as he watches Alucard walk away, spine straight and rigid as a plank.

When Trevor returns to their room, he finds Sypha curled up on the armchair next to the fireplace, a large leather-bound tome open in her lap. She beams at him when she sees him coming in.

“Well? How did it go?” Her smile falls considerably when she notices Trevor’s expression. “Oh, no. That bad?”

Trevor walks over to the bed and sits down slowly. Sypha is watching him with wide, questioning eyes, and he isn’t quite sure what to tell her.

“I invited him to a duel.”

Sypha’s eyebrows climb up her forehead. “Oh.” She lets the book fall closed and sets it on the low table before her. “Odd way to thank someone for their hospitality, but do go on.”

“It was a friendly one. We were just... practicing, I suppose.”

“Alright. Who won?”

“I did. But then he kissed me.”

“He what? ” Sypha’s eyes widen even more, her mouth falling open on a gasp. “Damn it! I knew I should have been the one to go and speak to him today.”

“What?!”

“What?” At his bewildered stare, she lets out a small laugh. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve never thought of it before.”

Trevor stares at her in affront. “I have not!”

“That makes one of us, then,” she mutters, and it could be Trevor's imagination, but her cheeks get slightly flushed.

“You’ve thought of kissing Alucard?”

“Once or twice. Alright, perhaps a few more times. I mean, he’s gorgeous, right? That's just a fact.” She leans forward on the armchair, setting her chin on her fist. “So, how was it? Is he a good kisser? Did he make the first move, or did you? And what weapons were you using for the duel? I want to know all about it. If I knew you would have got on this well, I would have come to watch.”

Trevor blinks at her, then drags his palm down his face. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you,” he groans. He’d forgotten how relaxed Speakers are when it comes to romantic relationships. There’s usually no such thing as strict monogamous relationships in Speaker clans, unless a couple wishes it to be so; members of the clan are free to sleep or flirt with others, and no one bats an eye. Trevor himself isn’t particularly possessive or jealous of Sypha in that way, and he thinks that the Speakers might be doing something right there, but there’s something about the fact that she has thought of kissing Alucard that has this very frustrating blush creeping up his cheeks again.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says hastily. “He did it to distract me so he could win… I didn’t expect it.” He shakes his head, “He drew a knife on me, the sneaky bastard.”

“Oh,” Sypha says, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “Well, I still wish I was there to see. Anyway. So, did you talk at all? Did he tell you how he is, how he’s been doing? Did you ask him about the…?” She raises eyebrows in question, tilting her head towards the main entrance.

“No. I didn't get the chance. But…” Trevor frowns as he let his words trail away. A tendril of worry coils in his gut, same as before. “Sypha, there are scars all over him. I don’t know what caused them, but it must have been some sort of magical weapon… or something consecrated. Something that is used specifically against vampires.”

“Consecrated?” Sypha sits up in her chair, her expression darkening. “Like the ones you have?”

“Must be. Anything else, and those marks would have healed long before.” He rubs the stubble on his chin, taking in a slow breath. “If it was those people out front that did it…”

“Then they were trying to kill him,” Sypha whispers. Her lips tighten in a line, and her brows furrow in thought and worry.

Trevor nods, “Perhaps. Perhaps this is what happened. It could be the reason why he’s been so… so much more ‘Alucard’ than usual.” His frown deepens. “It still doesn’t explain why he mounted them on stakes. It could be that we have it all wrong. We shouldn't jump to any conclusions.”

“Then there’s only one thing for us to do.”

She stands up, and Trevor follows her with his eyes.

“Next time we see him,” she says, that same determination Trevor knows so well burning in her gaze, “we’re doing things my way.”

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