#am i using drabbles to avoid my multichapter?

[the-invisibility-bloke]

sirius/regulus/james | 200 words | @macrocest cestember prompt: threesome

(cw: incest, slightly nsfw)

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“Come on, it’s my birthday.”

“God, Prongs, why can’t you ask for normal presents?”

Regulus snorts. “I’d say this counts as a broom polishing kit...”

Sirius slings a look at him, secretly proud. “Pervert.”

“Oi, I’m not the one with the incest fetish.”

James throws a wad of parchment at him. “It’s a kink, not a fetish. Prat.”

Regulus glares. “Do you want us to suck your prick or not?”

James makes a stupid, strangled noise that sounds like a Kneazle giving birth. Still hot, because it’s Jamie. Fuck him.

“Hey.” Sirius sits up straighter, soberer, hornier. “I haven’t agreed to this.”

The thing is, they don’t talk about it. The snogging and groping that happens when they’re high—it’s only ever Sirius and James, Regulus and James, and if Regulus gasped the one time his brother’s fingers brushed over his arse, they don’t talk about that, either.

“Fine.” Regulus crawls over to James’ chair and spreads his knees apart. “You’d probably just get in the way.”

Sirius takes a moment (or five) to appreciate the view, then bats his baby brother’s hand away from James’ flies.

“You really are a prat,” Sirius says, and snogs him before he can argue.

[bartletslesbians]

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This blog sometimes contains NSFW content, which I tag with a simple nsfw if you are a minor or if you just want to avoid it.

The main thing I do in the HP fandom is writing and discussing femslash and rarepairs, in particularly those related to Narcissa Malfoy and anything related to the marauders era. I tend to write and talk about ships/characters more than I read fic about them (if you want me to read a fic, please be patient bc I do it very slowly), and I am literally always down to chat about anything Narcissa or femslash related. Feel free to tag me if we're in a discord server together, send me an ask, or literally just DM me on here.

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[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

Day 5: Moonlight

Hi all, This is my first attempt at a Castelvania Fic. It was supposed to be a drabble that turned into a  ficlit that is now on its way to being a multichapter story. Anyways I’m hoping that you all like it and I am happy for any feedback. If I do continue the story I will do so with the intent to have Trevacard as the end result. Enjoy. Currently a T rating for language and gore?   ALUCARD:

Alucard was not a stranger to the apparitions that joined him in the dim empty halls of Castle Dracula. They walked with him at night, and came out even during the day. He could banish them if he liked. Often, however, he chose not to. For, even the apparitions of his father and mother, memories or ghosts, were better than the loneliness which grieved him in the absence of Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades. He had rarely taken the time to develop relationships fitting into neither the world of his father nor the world of his mother, though he was more than capable of living in both. The solitude had suited him just fine in his youth when he had his mother and father to spend his days with. As a young adult he had busied himself with the study of art and music, literature and science. While he studied he had spent time among the humans, and among the creatures of the night, but he had never bonded with them. 

Belnades and Belmont had been the first to simply accept what he was and move on from it. Of course, he acknowledged, there was a bigger problem to be dealt with at the time, which required them to work together. He would be lying though, if he said he didn’t miss the company of the drunk moron and the chatty speaker. Hence the dolls he had tucked on the shelf of his kitchen. While he remembered his companions he made his way to the top most tower. Even within the walls of the castle he enjoyed the solitude of being removed from the main halls. No one bothered him up here, not the apparition of Dracula, or Lisa, or Sumi, or Taka, Sypha or Trevor. He attempted to avoid the intrusion of feeling and thought that suggested to his tired and hungry mind that he would very much like the companionship of Belmont more than the others. 

Absently he gazed at the stars attempting to recall the constellations his mother had once taught him. He had never much cared for astrology and had not continued to study it after his mother's death. He shoved down his hunger and ignored it by looking towards the moon and judging the length of time it had been since his friends departure. Unfortunately his brain couldn’t seem to form the connection. How long had they been gone. Sure he could speak with their dolls and emulate their speech patterns but he had traveled with them long enough to know them the way he knew his sword.

A shadow crossed his face as a cloud shrouded the full moon. His pale skin reflected the moonlight and he was certain if he were an enemies target he would be impossible to hit. Slowly he followed his intuition and looked down across the grounds of the castle.

“Trevor?” He questioned allowed, his voice barely a whisper, breath steam in the cool night air.  

TREVOR: 

 The air around the old castle and Belmont hold was different. Carefully Trevor walked the path towards them with disquiet in his chest. There was a warning prickeling at his ears, the hair on his neck stood up. He stopped and took a deep breath. What was going on? Carefully he made his way around the castle, dodging streams of moonlight and keeping to the shadows. When he reached the front of the castle his heart sank into his gut. “Oh fangs, what the hell have you done?” He breathed. 

The corpses stood on pikes, were rotten to the point that all one could tell of them was that they were previously human. Slowly he turned his head and looked up the length of the castle. At the top, alone on the highest balcony, stood Alucard bathed in moonlight. He glowed like a phantom, like any other apparition in the hollow halls. Was the dhamphire looking at him? It seemed so. Slowly the hunter made his way to the doors which opened of their own accord. He stepped inside without hesitation. He came to see his friend, to make sure that he was alright, that the isolation had not driven him mad, and if Trevor was honest with himself, he needed a break from Sypha and her new found enjoyment of the hunt. 

What he saw outside concerned him. So he prepared to kill his friend or die trying if the man had fallen to the same place as his father, Dracula, before him. Trevor waited in the main hall. He knew the castle well enough to know that this was the best room to battle the Dha⸺ His friend. “Yo, Fangs. What the hell is that outside?” He called into the darkness. “A warning, Belmont.” “And why do you need a warning?” “It isn’t for me.” “Obviously. Piss off. Who needs the warning?” 

“Those who would attempt to kill me Belmont. As I think you are preparing to do.” “You’ve got me there. Shit, What is this Fangs? What the hell happened.”  Trevor said relaxing his hold on The Morning Star and actively choosing to relax. Silence passed between them as Alucard studied him. His expression flat, his eyes emotionless, empty, hollow, his posture rigid as stone. “Where is Sypha?” “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” He watched the vampire as he seemed to make a decision. “I need beer. So hurry it up.” 

Alucard twitched and turned away from Trevor waving a hand motioning him to follow. 

Silently the two of them walked toward the kitchen. “What the hell are those, F—”  Alucard turned on him quickly pushing him into the wall. “Don’t call me that, Belmont. It’s unbecoming.” “Are those dolls? Dolls of me and Sypha? Did you really get so bored that you had to, ahha, start talking to dolls Tepes?” “Oh Shut up Belmont. Yes I was bored. And I was… Lonely.” 

“Oh.”  Alucard turned back towards the table and put the kettle on, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a bottle of wine. “Wine will have to do Belmont. There’s no beer to be found here.” “Hmm, well then let's drink. And talk. Adrienne.” He watched as the dhampir went still at the use of his actual name. “Fine. What is it you want to know?” “Why are there corpses at your front door?” Trevor asked, sitting heavily on a chair and slinging his arms over the back of it. 

Alucard sighed across the room from him and poured himself a glass of wine as well. With his back turned he seemed to be considering how or if he should speak. It wouldn't surprise Trevor if his companion chose not to speak for some time, or to lie, hell he felt he deserved whatever disgruntled attitude the dhampir handed to him. “I was alone.” Alucard turned to face him then, eye narrowed and accusatory. 

“You and Sypha have been gone, for...” He paused in thought the anger burning in him dimmed by his inability to recall how long he has been alone now. “Just over five months.” “Ahh, it's been that long? Regardless, Those two showed up seeking knowledge and I was glad to share it. Happy to have company even, as odd as that sounds. But…. Then they decided that I was a liar and should be killed. They wanted me to train them to be Vampire hunters Belmont, and then they betrayed me with that knowledge.” Trevor sighed he was obviously being spared some details, but he wasn’t sure why.

”So you killed them?”

“I did.” “And staked them.” “Yes.” Silence reigned as moonlight illuminated the dust that Alucard had kicked up in pushing the wine across to Trevor.  He watched as it shimmered between himself and Alucard. Like some kind of magical shield that was impossible to penetrate. Something wiggled in Trevors gut. It bothered him that Alucards actions made sense to him, but that wasn't the weight that had settled in his gut.  No, that was guilt. Guilt that he had left Alucard in a position that had resulted in the death of two humans and nearly his own death. He took a long draw of wine straight from the bottle and earned an annoyed glance from Alucard. 

He was broken from his thoughts by a single word. 

“Sypha?” “Eh, met back up with the rest of the Speakers. She said she will meet up with me here in a few weeks.” “I see. And you intend... To stay here for that time.” “I did, yes. But you don’t have beer.”

“Oh god forbid I not have alcohol to your liking.” Alucard rolled his eyes and sipped at his wine.

“ It doesn’t make a difference. Obviously you need someone here to keep you from mu—” He groaned as his back connected with the floor. The bottle of wine crashed somewhere beside him, shattering as it met brick. The chair underneath him pressed awkwardly into his back and he groaned. Glancing past the man on top of him, he could see that the table had been pushed back some many feet. “I did not murder anyone, Belmont. They attacked me.” Alucard snarled at him. Fangs bared, hair falling like a shroud around his face. Trevor stared up at him. “What else happened.” “Damn it Belmont. You left me alone here. You who know what loneliness is. Left me in this crypt by myself. In my father's grave, and guardian to the graves of your forefathers. And I’m supposed to be alright! Go to hell!” His voice was too even, too measured, too emotionless and it struck Trevor to the core. He felt like he had been doused in ice water. 

 He did not fight the blond above him. Why should he. He and Sypha had left him alone after murdering his father. And now it was clear that the man had snapped. He could feel bruises forming on his shoulders where he had been pushed down. Alucard looked down at him, chest rising and falling in barely controlled rhythm. 

“What. Else. Happened.” Trevor grit out instead of an apology. Whatever it was, it had affected the dhampir more than he was willing to let on. Trevor was certain he shouldn’t have known this, and yet, all the months he spent traveling with Alucard lent to an understanding of the man he wished he didn’t have. It would be easier if they were still enemies. Golden eyes stared down at him, the pressure on his shoulders relaxed as weight settled on his thighs and Alucard sat upright. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“It does.” “Fuck you.” “Yes, and you too.” Alucard stood. “Goodnight Belmont.” With that, the blond stalked down the hall and out of the moonlight filled kitchen. That would not be the end of it. But for now Trevor would let it rest. And when Sypha returned there would be talk of staying at the castle or taking Alucard with them. They couldn’t, no, he couldn’t leave him alone in the keep again.