Alucard Hellsing x male reader
Blood flows like a hidden river, carrying the warmth of life, a crimson thread stitching stories beneath the skin.
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The morning light filtered faintly through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Y/n stirred beneath the blankets, slowly waking from his deep sleep. His mind was still foggy, caught in that comfortable space between dreams and reality. He shifted onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes half-open as he blinked away the remnants of slumber.
He didn’t need to turn his head to know Alucard was there. He was always there.
“Good morning, Alucard,” Y/n mumbled, his voice low and lazy, not even bothering to lift his gaze from the ceiling.
“Good morning, Y/n,” came the familiar, smooth reply. Alucard’s voice held a trace of amusement, a hint of something mischievous lurking beneath his usual tone.
Y/n lay there for a moment, feeling the quiet calm of the room surround him, until Alucard’s next words shattered the tranquility.
“Tell me, Y/n,” Alucard said, his voice teasing. “Were you flirting with me last night?”
Y/n’s body shot up from the bed in an instant, his eyes wide, his mind racing. “What?!” he blurted, his voice louder than he intended as he whipped his head toward the vampire. Alucard stood casually in the corner of the room, his arms crossed, that ever-present smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh, nothing,” Alucard said nonchalantly, though the smirk grew wider. “You mentioned something about me being... beautiful, if I recall correctly.”
Y/n’s face flushed crimson as the memory hit him like a freight train. He could see it all in his mind—his half-asleep confession, the way he had just let the words slip without thinking. His heart raced, embarrassment washing over him in waves. With a groan, he grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it over his face, muffling a distressed, “I didn’t mean that!”
Alucard chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Y/n’s spine. “So you don’t think I’m beautiful, then?” he asked, his tone still playful but with a hint of mock hurt.
Y/n pressed the pillow harder against his face, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he protested, his voice muffled but loud enough for Alucard to hear.
The vampire leaned against the wall, clearly enjoying the boy’s discomfort. “So, how did you mean it, then?” Alucard teased, his red eyes gleaming with amusement.
Y/n groaned again, slowly lowering the pillow but keeping his eyes averted. “I don’t know! I was half-asleep! It’s not like I meant to say... that.”
Alucard’s smirk softened ever so slightly, though his amusement remained evident. “Ah, I see,” he mused. “A subconscious confession, then?”
Y/n shot him a glare, though the redness in his cheeks remained. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Alucard chuckled again, pushing off the wall and moving closer to the bed. He leaned down slightly, his face hovering just inches from Y/n’s. “Perhaps,” he said softly, “but only because you’re so entertaining when you’re flustered.”
