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a-gay-bloodmage · 6 years ago

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—Short Breeches—

Pairing: Blackwall x Male-Genderqueer Trevelyan (feat. one-sided Sera x “female” Trevelyan)

Pairing Type: F/M and a side of F/F

Words: 6,756

Warnings: Not Really but Still Kinda NSFW, Morally Grey Pranks, Mallie has a Lot of Issues, Mainly Involving Men, trying to help friends, some wholesome gal friendship, these kind of fics always start off as jokes and end up important, That’s How I Roll

Mallory stared at the ceiling above him, watching the steam from his bath curl upward from the tub. His skin was slightly pink from the heat, but he didn't mind much. Today, he was taking his sweet time doing whatever he wanted. A facial mask he'd gotten from Vivienne had been applied to his soft skin, bathwater full of a rose-scented potion that kept the water warm for hours. He'd spent all of yesterday in sword training and all night doing paperwork that Josephine simply couldn't manage on her own. He ached for relaxation, but the problem with quietness and lack of activity was that his mind wandered.

I need another glass of wine, he thought, sighing as he watched the steam fog up the glass windowpanes. Maker, please, let me just get drunk and sleep for a few days... He couldn't help the fact that the stupid Warden was always on his mind. He'd been turned down—quite painfully—three days ago, and he was yet to get over it. Some bullshit about you're the Herald, and I'm just your soldier, and it'd be unprofessional, my Lady Inquisitor. Stupid stuff that shouldn't matter. He was thankful that nobody was in the room to see the unladylike pouting on his face. It was his second rejection in the brief time he'd been Inquisitor, but he was not giving up this time. Unlike Varric, Blackwall hadn't laughed kindly at his advances. It was a hard, but hesitant, rejection.

Stupid, bow-fucker dwarf. He was just thankful that Varric had decided that he wasn't below a friendship with the mighty Herald. Stupid, handsome Warden.

• • ♡ • •

He finally left the bathroom an hour or so later, a towel messily drying his long, pale blond hair. It was still morning, the sun about an hour from its zenith. He tossed his sleeping undergarments onto the bed to be put away later, took a swig from the open wine bottle on his nightstand, and walked to his wardrobe to pick an outfit for the day.

Tavern, cards with Varric and Bull, then- His thoughts halted as he realized that his armoire wouldn't open. Are you fucking kidding me? He thought, eyes wide. I have nothing but a towel! He looked at the doors, and noticed that they were sealed shut with a sort of white paste, and felt his face heat with annoyance and panic.

"Sera!" He hissed, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, Maker!" He stared down at his naked body, panic threatening to make him vomit. He felt dizzy. His masculine features were on full display.

Nobody in the Inquisition knew Mallory Trevelyan was a man except for Josephine. He'd cornered her with his sword beneath her chin and made her swear not to tell anyone what she knew after he'd learned that she'd done some snooping into the former noble's past.

"I'm gonna die," he whined, hands hugging himself. "I am so gonna die!" He cursed the fact that maids routinely kept his quarters neat and tidy, not finding a single piece of clothing on the floor anywhere.

He'd just resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to fall on his sword when a white piece of fabric caught his eye. He rushed to the corner of the room, where a throw pillow had been sneakily placed on a chair, hiding a small pile of clothing.

"Thank the Maker," he said out loud, smiling wide in relief as he pulled the pillow back.

He picked up the clothing, and felt all hope and faith fall out of him. There was nothing but a lacy white tank top and a pair of horribly mangled brown trousers. The once decent slacks had been cut severely, looking more like something found on a whore's floor. He wanted to cry as he thought of the fact that this was all he could wear.

His corset was, thankfully, in its usual place under his bed, and his fake breasts, tight tucking panties, and brassiere were still hidden away in the furthest corner of his nightstand. He finished off the small amount of wine he had left, trying to soothe his frayed nerves. He spent half an hour pulling himself together, opting for lighter makeup—as light as a man passing as a woman could afford, anyway. He stared at himself in the mirror and sighed.

His hair and makeup was right as always, a collar-like necklace covering the manish lump in his throat. The top was surprisingly decent, cut just high enough to keep anybody from questioning his fake tits. The abhorrent trousers were the real problem. He turned in the mirror, eyebrows high as he realized exactly how cut the slacks were. Half his ass hung out of them, and he could feel his genitals screaming at him from being tucked back so damn tight to keep his more masculine features from showing.

I am going to kill that girl.

• • ♡ • •

Sera all but cackled as she made her way back to the tavern, certain that the entire Inquisition would be on their knees praising her in no time. She casually tossed her knife in the air, catching it after it spun a few times. She kissed the sweet metal in thanks for its wonderful job at tearing up Mallie's ugly slacks. If anything, the Inquisitor herself should be thanking her for getting rid of the one thing in her wardrobe that wasn't baby pink or white. Inky really did have a pink problem.

She strode into the tavern like a newly crowned bastard king, taking a seat in the back where she wouldn't be noticed by someone on a quest to either kill her or thank her.

And now, I wait, she thought, smiling to herself.

Sure enough, just over half an hour later, the Inquisitor stormed into the tavern. The angle was teasing, and Sera regretted choosing to sit where she wouldn't get to see the full extent of her handiwork. Mallie looked around the tavern, her blue eyes utterly furious, and turned to make her way to the stairs to the second floor. Sera's eyes went wide, a jaw-dropped grin breaking out on her face as she knew she'd succeeded like she'd never succeeded before.

Mallie had a great ass. A really great ass. Her trousers and skirts weren't lying. Sera had managed to get the angle of the cuts just right, slit to make nearly everything hang out. Her skin was perfectly smooth, none of the usual human hair on the cellulite-free skin. Like a painting.

"Damn, Boss," Bull laughed, letting out a low whistle. "Didn't know you owned a pair of those!" The Iron Bull and Krem were in the corner by the stairs playing cards, with the Vint looking like he'd just seen Andraste Herself.

"Is Sera in her room?" Mallie asked, her sweet, low voice dripping with fake innocence.

"Not sure," Bull lied. "You should go check." He had seen Sera come in. It was obvious he wanted an excuse to watch her Her Holy Ladybits climb a flight of stairs with a pair of trousers running up her ass. Mallie huffed and climbed the stairs quickly, occasionally attempting to pull the remnants of the slacks from where they'd ridden up her butt. Sera pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her laughter. She quietly made her way over to Bull and Krem, who looked like they'd just made a mess of their pants.

"You're welcome," she whispered. Krem held a hand to his chest and nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for your service," Bull said, nodding. "You've done us all a huge, jiggly favor." Sera snorted out a laugh, and instantly heard loud footsteps on the second floor. "I think Krem here Krem-ed his pants." Sera felt her face heat from trying to hold back loud laughter.

"Sera!" Mallie yelled, her painted face looking like she was ready to kill someone. "I am going to kill you!" Sera liked it when she was right.

"Gotta catch me first!" She hollered, already halfway out the door. She cackled as she led the Inquisitor out of the tavern, her laughter slowing her down slightly. And Mallie was fast. She caught up after a minute, grabbing the elf by her waist and throwing her over her shoulder. Inky and Cassandra were probably equal when it came to muscle, with Mallie just a few inches taller than the Seeker and her arms and shoulders a little bigger.

"Inquisitor!" An uptight voice yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Uh..." Sera laughed as she was held, weakly kicking as she gave the Seeker a great view of her legging-clad ass. "I found the person who ruined my trousers." Sera attempted to reach down and touch Inky's butt, her arms falling just slightly short.

"Well," Cassandra sighed. "I do hope you're going to get to work as soon as you've scolded her," she said.

"Yeah, yeah," Mallie groaned. "It'll just take a second." She turned, hauling the elf back to the tavern.

"Like your new shorty shorts, Inky?" She asked, grinning as she looked back at the Inquisitor.

"Not at all, Sera," she said, her pink lips in a deep frown. "Not. At. All."

"That stick up your butt is really up there, isn't it?" Sera asked, giggling. "Shoved real deep up your anny!" She felt herself being carried up the stairs and tossed onto her padded windowsill.

"Get your bow," Mallie said. "You're coming with me to go seal breaches."

"What?" Sera groaned. "Just over a dumb prank?" She sighed and picked up her bow, filling her quiver with arrows.

"I would've invited you along as a friend, but now you're my prisoner," Mallie said, shaking her head. Her hair was done up all cute in a bun made of a big braid, two little locks of her hair pinned cutely to frame her more angular face. "Seriously, Sera," the Inquisitor sighed. "Why?"

"Because," Sera shrugged, putting on her gear.

"Because why?"

"Because it's fun!" Sera drawled. "Ugh, you're so much better when you're boozed!" Bits of blush showed on Mallie's ears.

She didn't say anything as she left the room, Sera in tow.

"Bull, you're coming with me," she said. "There's some breaches that need sealing."

"Do you have any idea how many innuendos were in those two sentences?" The qunari laughed. Mallie's ears were bright red.

"Nice!" Sera laughed, holding up her hand to give Bull a high five. He smiled as their hands smacked together. "Ha, breaches," she said to herself, shaking her head. "Nice." Bull picked up his weapon, and Krem waved the three off, his eyes never leaving Inky's backside. Sera couldn't blame him. They stopped by the armory to get Mallie's sword and shield, Bull and Sera making sure to stay behind the Inquisitor.

This really was the best prank ever. Sera figured she had a decent crush on Mallie, but, then again, so did half of Skyhold. She didn't blame them. Mallie Trevelyan was a perfect figurehead for the Inquisition—almost always sweet and nice, wore cute, frilly things, yet still looked great in armor, and, not to mention, her body was damn fantastic. She was six feet tall, with bright blue eyes and pale, silky blonde hair. Her arms were beautifully muscled, and her shoulders were fairly broad, but they still didn't look too manly on such a gorgeous woman—she looked like a damn warrior goddess. Her waist was perfectly pinched in, but Sera knew she wore a corset or something after the first time she'd punched her. On accident. But the best part of Mallie was her ass. All big and smooshy, perfectly muscled after years of sword training. Sera really wanted to grab it.

Mallie's only problem—that Sera knew of, at least—was her taste in men. She liked big, burly, manly men with thick cocks who could, in her own drunken words, build me a fucking log cabin, Sera. Men like Varric and Blackwall. The real problem arose when Varric wasn't interested in a relationship, and when Blackwall was too obsessed with being noble and honorable to bang her. Mallie had cried in the tavern for about two hours after she'd been rejected by the Warden, with Sera by her side as she lost herself in pint after pint of beer. It was sad, really, how much a pretty girl like her needed other people to think she was pretty. Really sad.

Sera and Bull watched as the Inquisitor got more and more antsy as they made their way to the stables, with Mallie constantly trying to discreetly fix her clothing. Everyone knew she still had a thing for Blackwall. It was painfully obvious.

"Hey," she called out, peeking around the door frame of the barn. Blackwall looked up from his current woodworking project. It looked like another child's toy.

"Ah, what do you need, my Lady?" He asked, brushing sawdust and wood chips off of himself.

"Do you know where the stable boy is?" She asked. "I haven't seen him around." Blackwall chuckled.

"Broke his foot yesterday," he said. "Dropped a salt block on 'imself."

"Oh," Mallie said, still covering her lower half with the edge of the doorway. "I hope he's okay..."

"He'll be back in no time," Blackwall said. "I can set you up, if you like, my Lady." Mallie smiled shyly at that.

"That'd be wonderful!" She said. Sera turned to Bull, pretending to gag at the obvious flirtation between the two. Bull smiled and shook his head in amusement. Mallie carefully followed after Blackwall once his back was turned.

"One for you, Bull, and Sera, eh?" He asked, walking over to where the horses were kept. Sera hated horses. They were too tall and looked too weird. "Glad we've got Mountie, then," he said. "Only one who can handle a qunari." Bull chuckled. Sera stayed clear of the massive horse.

"You want to come with us, Beardy?" Sera asked. Mallie's head whipped around to look at her, charcoal-lined eyes wide. "We've got breaches to check out." Sera's eyes found Mallie's butt again. "A whole lot of breeches." Blackwall turned after adjusting a strap, obviously not trusting Sera's tone.

"What do you... oh my," he said, noticing Mallie's awful trousers for the first time. "Did something happen, my Lady?" Mallie's ears were bright red, her shoulders even managing to turn pink.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, trying to pull the short, short trousers down to no avail. "Sera ruined my clothing this morning."

"I'd offer you something to cover up, but I'm not sure a lady would want a man's clothing," he said awkwardly, the skin above his beard pink. Sera watched the encounter, trying to fight the urge to scream. As much as she liked Mallie, she was desperate to just shove Blackwall's manbits into Mallie's ladybits and get everything over with.

"Don't give her anything!" Sera said quickly. "A prank's a prank and has to be fully carried out—no outside intervention!" She paused. "And your clothes smell all gross," she added, snickering. "Like a barn." Blackwall cleared his throat awkwardly and resumed dressing the horses.

"Well, if you're going to go closing breaches, I'd like to come along, especially if you're wearing... less than adequate clothing, my Lady," he said.

You just wanna see her butt, Sera thought. Weird old beardy man. She tuned out their awkward conversation, leaning against Bull's side nonchalantly. Can't blame him, though.

They began to ride out, but Varric stopped them before they could leave, telling them that he'd been instructed by Cassandra to come along. Something about needing breach documentation. Mallie sighed and told him to ride with Bull. Sera looked back at him questioningly, and he had just held up his journal and a quill.

Sera loved it when her pranks made history.

• • ♡ • •

Finally, the five were riding their horses out the gate and down the mountainside. Mallie knew where to go—some dumb little town an hour's ride from Skyhold and another hour's walk to the stretch of countryside they needed to get to—so they all let her lead.

"So, what's with the lack of pants, Girly?" Varric asked a few minutes into the ride.

"Sera, a knife, and some sort of paste to shut my wardrobe," she groaned. "Why is everyone intent on knowing about this?" Varric laughed, shaking his head.

"Hey, I'm just here to help," he said. "And really? You couldn't just muscle the doors open?" Mallie mumbled something Sera hardly heard. "What was that?"

"I didn't want to break the wardrobe," she said. "It's really nice... and expensive." Bull, Sera, and Varric all laughed at her shy tone, with Blackwall simply nodding in agreement.

"With those biceps of yours, I wouldn't doubt you could snap some nice oak doors clean off, Girly," Varric said. Mallie's pink ears turned a darker red. Sera had noticed that over the time she'd know Inky, comments about her arms had always rubbed her the wrong way.

Don't know why, she thought, staring at the Inquisitor's muscles. She should be proud of those... I'm jealous! She hated how string-bean-y her elven arms always insisted on being, despite the fact that she was always using a longbow.

The five of them made light conversation as they rode, with Mallie staying surprisingly quiet. She was usually the most talkative one, always waving her hands about and being excited over dumb stuff. Sera and the men always found their eyes drifting to the front, watching Mallie bounce on her horse. Her posture was real noble-like, all practiced and perfect, while Sera worked to remain upright as her bony backside rutted against the saddle.

• • ♡ • •

"I friggin' hate horses," Sera said, rubbing the inside of her thighs. "Hurt like hell!" Her crotch was sore in the worst way, and she fought the urge to rub her palm against it.

"I agree," Bull grumbled, handing the reins of his towering beast to Blackwall. "I'd much rather use my own damn feet." Varric shook his head in a sort of disbelief.

"You people have no sense," he laughed. "I'd take a horse over having to walk miles on foot any day."

"That's because your legs are as long as my pinky toe," Bull said.

"Exactly." Sera turned to complain to Mallie, and forgot all discomfort as she watched the Inquisitor grope her own butt, probably trying to knead out the soreness.

"Nice show, Inky!" She laughed, watching Mallie jump, her hands suddenly at her side. Bull and Varric turned to look. "Hey! Why'd you stop?"

"I have no idea what you're on about," she said, readjusting the shield slung across her back. "We should start walking."

Sera stuck out her tongue. "Lead the way, then, oh beautiful, own-butt-groping Herald!" Mallie rolled her pretty blue eyes as she passed Sera, the rest of the little party falling in behind her. Several minutes passed in silence before anyone spoke.

"You know, Varric," Bull said, "I believe I asked you before how you don't get the asses mixed up when you shoot." Sera muffled a laugh behind her hand, knowing exactly where the conversation was going. Bull was staring straight at Inky's backside. "I see now that some would be... hard to mistake." Mallie kept facing forward so that they couldn't see her, but Sera knew she was getting all squirmy.

"Knock it off, you two," Blackwall sighed. "I'm sure you're making her mighty uncomfortable."

"Hey," Bull smiled. "If Mallie has a problem with it, she hasn't hesitated to speak up before."

"Yeah," Sera added. "You're not all prissy-like, are you, Inky?"

"No, but I am confused as to why you're all so intent on staring at my ass," she said. "Talking about it, too."

"Hey, you look good in those shorty-things," Sera laughed. "Real good..." Blackwall seemed to be getting slightly sweaty at the topic of conversation, and Sera knew his eyes were on the Inquisitor.

"I feel naked."

"Naked is good, yeah?" Sera said. "Especially when you're all smooshy like you are! Me naked is... meh. I'm all bony bits and little elf-y knockers."

"Sera, please, I look far better in a nice, long, baby pink dress," she smiled, shaking her head. "Not these brown rags that cover less than half my ass."

"Can we vote on who's right, then?" Sera laughed. "I'll go first! I say Inky naked would be way better than Inky in some dumb, frilly, nob-y dress."

"I'd like to make an informed decision," Bull said. "See both my options before making such an important choice." It was obvious his answer was naked. Varric nodded.

"For her sake, I'll say the dress," he said, smiling.

"Alright, Beardy," Sera grinned, running up to the Warden's side. "You can either be right or say dress." Mallie looked back over her shoulder at him.

"This is hardly appropriate," he said, manly cheeks all lit up pink. "Can't we talk about jousting, or something?"

"Naked it is, then!"

"I didn't say that."

"Nope," she smiled. "You implied you wanted to see Inky's ladybits. Implied, yeah?"

"Sera, please, nobody wants to see me naked," Mallie laughed.

Finally, she's sounding like the same ol' stupid Inky! Sera thought. "You've got no idea, do ya?" She asked, laughing.

"What?"

"I didn't think you'd have to be Ben-Hassrath to know half the Inquisition is drooling over you, Boss," Bull laughed in that low laugh of his. Mallie froze, turning around.

"What?" Her eyes were wide, jaw slightly open. Sera wanted that stupid expression on the Inquisitor's face to be immortalized in a painting. "You're joking."

"Come on, Girly," Varric chuckled. "Really, you're the Herald, six feet tall, blonde, all starry blue eyes and sweeter than a bag of sugar!" Mallie turned back around and kept walking.

"Says the man who turned me down real hard," she said, her voice joking, but still slightly bitter.

"I've got Bianca, don't take it personally," he said, laughing. "I'm surprised you haven't jumped at all the opportunities ol' Tiny's been tossing out."

Mallie laughed. "I'd rather keep my innards in one piece," she said. "And besides, I prefer somebody who won't just slap me with a belt and call it sex."

"Low blow, Boss." Sera laughed at that. She'd heard all sorts of gossip about the kind of weird, kinky stuff Bull was into. It was all too complicated for her. Sex shouldn't need fancy rules to be fun.

"She'd probably jiggle," Sera laughed. "If you slapped 'er butt with a belt!"

"Sera, don't even think about it," Mallie said, a smile on her pink lips.

"What? You're not some qunari, you can't tell me what to think!" She laughed. "If I wanna think about slapping your butt, you can't stop me! See? Thinking about it right now!" Maker's tits. Now I really do wanna slap her butt.

"Bull, could you please restrain her before I end up with a hand print?" Bull laughed.

"I'm no arishok, Boss, and she's a loose cannon."

"Sera," Blackwall sighed. "I can't believe I have to say this, but will you please not touch the Herald's backside?" Sera laughed and ran forward, landing a solid smack on Mallie's ass. The Inquisitor let out a low groan before promptly slapping her hand over her mouth.

"Did it!" She laughed. "And it does jiggle! A lot!"

"Sera!" Blackwall hissed, looking deeply offended on behalf of his lady. Or, at least, his should-be lady.

"You should try it! She's so smooshy!" He gave her a stern glace and shook his head.

"I am a soldier in the Inquisition's ranks, not a teenage boy," he said. He glanced over at the two other men who were attempting to hide their laughter. "Though it seems I'm the only mature man here." He stepped close behind Mallie, blocking Sera's view of the nice red mark on Inky's butt. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," she said, ears red. "Really."

"Been smacked harder, Boss?" Bull asked.

Mallie turned back to glare at him. Her lips curled up into a dark smile. "Yes, I have." Varric raised an eyebrow at that.

"And would you be willing to describe that encounter, Girly?" He asked. "In detail. It's for... documentation. As per the Seeker's orders."

"I doubt you'd want to hear those details," she laughed. "It'll leave your... ears sore for a week." She never seemed to get mad at anything. Thank the Maker.

"Now you've gotta tell!" Sera complained. "You can't say something like that and not finish it!"

"What if I like being a bit of a mystery?" She asked, her voice all smooth and sexy. Sera couldn't help but be jealous of how easy it was for Mallie to be charming.

"You're an open book, Girly," Varric commented. "Wear your heart on your sleeve, your ass out your pants, and so on and so forth." Mallie only shook her head with a smile.

"You're all so immature," she said. "Seems like it's just you and me, Blackwall."

"Seems so, my Lady," he sighed, a smile beneath his beard.

Ugh. Flirty idiots.

• • ♡ • •

The rifts were baby rifts. At least, that's what Mallie called them. Sera preferred waste of our frigging time.

"Tell me again why you made us come here?" She groaned, firing an arrow and hitting a tiny something-demon right between its weird, bulging black eyes. It shriveled up and died after a second of high-pitched screaming. "These rifts are piss."

"I didn't ask to be out here, you know," she said, sighing as she sat down on the grass. The red mark on her ass was still slightly there, but had been fading. "Cassandra wanted me to finish them off before they got any bigger." She leaned back, lying down with her left arm stretched out to the side. The anchor pulsed slightly.

Sera sat down near her, falling back slowly until she was using Mallie's stomach as a pillow. Her face scrunched up slightly.

"Either your butt's the only smooshy bit you've got, or you've got abs of steel!" She sat up, looking down at Mallie's stomach. It was hard, and probably a corset. But why Mallie wore a corset on a mission full of walking made her head hurt. Nobody normal would ever do that. She moved to lift her shirt, but felt an iron grip wrap around her wrists.

"I can put up with people seeing my ass," she said. "But I draw the line at my stomach." Sera frowned.

"How come?" She was frustrated. Mallie was always so weird. She didn't make sense. As soon as anybody did one little thing they didn't know was wrong, Mallie was different. Defensive. Like someone caught in a huge lie.

"Because, if it's not obvious, I don't particularly like my body," she said, standing up and letting Sera go. "We should start the walk back to town." The three men stood up from the grass, all watching the exchange. Mallie made her way ahead, not seeming to care that she was leaving everyone in her dust.

"I don't get it," Sera huffed. "She's got all that body and she doesn't even like it." Nobody said anything, and nobody moved to hasten their pace to catch up with the Inquisitor. "She's got great legs, and a great ass, and a curvy waist, and muscles, and pretty makeup, and pretty hair and she doesn't even like it!"

"Some people dislike the body they were born into for no reason at all," Bull sighed. "It's just something in their head they can't fix, Sera."

"Varric, when we get back to Skyhold, I want you to get that creepy ghost boy-thing and lock her in a room with it and let me listen," she muttered. "I wanna know why she hates her stupid, pretty self."

"Calm down, Buttercup," Varric said, "you can't force those things out of people. She'll tell you when, or if, she wants."

"It's not fair. I tell Inky everything."

"Everybody has to have some secrets," Varric said. "But you only wind up hurting yourself and them if you try to pry too much. It's all about patience, Buttercup." Sera crossed her arms, watching Mallie walk ahead with those perfect legs and that perfect butt.

"It's still not fair," she said. "How Inky thinks she's not perfect when she is. She's the, the friggin' Herald! Of Andraste!"

"Hmm," Varric hummed. "I'd say that somebody said something a long time ago that stuck like salt in a wound," he said. "Maybe your arms are pretty manly or you're too damn tall for a lady."

"That's a shitty backstory," she huffed. "She's all strong and pretty. Words shouldn't hurt her like that. Maybe she's got some gross scar on her stomach or something. Is that it?"

"Who knows?" Varric said. "I'm an author, not a mind reader, Buttercup. I make up stories." Sera huffed and looked over at Blackwall.

"This is all your fault."

"How is any of this my fault?" He asked, brows knotting together. "I've hardly done a thing this whole time."

"You made her cry, you know," she said, crossing her arms like a child. Blackwall's eyes went wide at that. "When you up and spat on her feelings."

"I did no such thing," he said, frowning deeply.

"Yes you did!" She couldn't help but be angry. Mallie was her friend, and back in the Jennys, friends stuck up for their friends. And she was a Jenny to the core. "You went and told her you were too, too noble and shit to be with her!" Blackwall stared straight ahead, his eyes avoiding the Inquisitor. "And she cried for hours!" Sera could see him shrinking into himself.

"Buttercup, calm down," Varric said, moving between the two. "I'm sure she doesn't like being talked about so literally behind her back."

"He deserves to know how he made Inky feel," she grumbled.

"Sera, leave him alone," Mallie called out from the front. "It's not his fault I can't handle being turned down." She waved her hand dismissively at the thought, trying to laugh off the definitely-not-a joke.

"Fine," she said, glaring at the dirt. "But you can't stop me from being mad at him." Mallie sighed, shaking her head.

"I know," she said. "But please, don't go thinking that me crying over someone is anything new. It happens like, once a week." Sera hated it when she talked like that. She deserved to be happy with someone. She didn't deserve to be turned down and lose herself in beer over and over again. Sera glared at Blackwall, and she knew he saw her from out the corner of his eye, even if he was trying to ignore her. She didn't like having to pick one friend over another.

She was going to help make things right.

• • ♡ • •

Meet me in the tavern at sundown, please.

She tossed the crinkled up note through the barn door, making sure it hit him before running. She'd used her best handwriting, making sure it was all loopy and cute. That's what Mallie's handwriting surely looked like.

I'd like to meet you in the tavern at sundown, my Lady.

She folded the note carefully, and knocked on the door twice before bolting down the hallway, grinning to herself. Blackwall's handwriting was probably practiced and professional, but still a little messy.

The two had been dancing around each other for a week, at least, and Sera's most recent prank only made it obvious nobody was going to be happy until they knocked bits.

She sat down in the midst of the Chargers, nabbing a beer from Dalish. The tattooed elf raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything about it. She put her boots up on the table, leaning back in her chair.

"What's got you all stoic?" Bull asked, looking over from his chair.

"I'm waiting," she said. "Mallie and Beardy are getting on my nerves and I'm going to fix it."

"And how's that?" Bull chuckled. "It's not like you can just wave a staff and make all their sexual tension vanish." He seemed quite interested in her plan.

"Friggin' wish I could," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "Hey, elfy!" She elbowed Dalish in the arm. "You got any spells to get people knocking bits?"

"You speak as if I'm an apostate, Sera," she laughed. "Don't you recognize a fellow bowman?"

"Oh, ha ha," Sera said, taking a sip of her stolen beer. "Notes and shit can only go so far."

"Notes?" Bull asked, seeming intrigued.

"Meet me in the tavern at sundown, please," she said, trying to mimic Mallie's low, sultry tone. "Oh, dear Warden Blackwall, I love you so much and I feel my wet, pump ladybits throbbing every time I see you!" Bull laughed loudly at the stupid impersonation, and Dalish hid a laugh behind her fingers. "My Lady Inquisitor, meet me in the tavern at sundown, I must confess how I feel about you!" She pressed her two longer locks of blonde hair to her face as she spoke in a poor imitation of Blackwall. "I need your sweet, surely beautiful ladybits so badly!"

"Writing fake letters, eh?" Bull asked, shaking his head with a smile. "Certainly crafty, I'll give you that."

"Oh shove it, I couldn't think of anything else," she said, sticking her tongue out. "All their stupid flirting is driving me stinking mad!" Nobody disagreed.

Mallie was the first to arrive as the sun touched the horizon, all dolled up and looking decently nervous. She sat down at the bar, her thin skirt carefully tucked underneath her. Sera couldn't help but feel a little disappointed she didn't keep the trousers on, and had obviously found out that getting the paste on the wardrobe wet would undo it. She ordered a pint of beer for herself, seeming upset that Blackwall hadn't stuck to his supposed word and refused to come.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Sera was pushing back her chair to go sit with the lone Inquisitor when Blackwall stepped into the tavern. The sun seemed to be just about set. They obviously had differing versions of sunset. His eyes scanned the tavern before landing on Mallie, alone at the bar. He gave her a gentle wave, and sat down to her right. She said something Sera couldn't hear over the noise of the room, but they both look equally amused and confused. Mallie ordered Blackwall a dark ale. He seemed to thank her, smiling. They spent several minutes chatting, exchanging grossly pining looks that made Sera audibly groan. Thankfully, neither seemed to hear her. Mallie seemed shy, always rubbing her covered arms like she was trying to make them disappear. Blackwall was leaning against the bar, occasionally running his hand through his beard as Mallie talked.

"It's going well," Bull said, a soft smile on his face. "It's almost cute." Sera looked over at him, and could tell he knew something that she didn't. "Though she seems to be the most hesitant one in all this."

"That so, Cheif?" Dalish asked, narrowing her eyes. "Blackwall looks like the more nervous one. The Herald is, uh, casual-er?"

"They both look like idiots," Sera huffed. "Just bang it out in the back, already!" She said under her breath, making Bull and Dalish smile.

"Well, Blackwall seems to be the one thinking that," Bull grinned. Sera's face lit up. "See? He's tense, like he wants to just kiss her and get it over with, honor be damned. Admirable."

"Then why don't they?"

Bull sighed. "There's no way Mallie's going to accept that. She's too nervous." Sera hung her head back over the chair, groaning.

"She's probably got great bits," she huffed. "Bet it's all smooth like the rest of her." Dalish nodded, smiling like she was picturing it. Sera admired her taste.

"I wouldn't bet that it isn't," Bull chuckled, shaking his head. He narrowed his eye at them, and Sera returned her attention to the should-be couple. Mallie had finished her pint, and was nervously tucking an unbraided strand of hair behind her ear. Blackwall was saying something, incredibly quietly, looking nervous. He finished and looked up at Mallie. She smiled softly, her cheek resting on her hand as she leaned on the bar. She said something obviously sweet, this softness and understanding in her eyes so clearly visible from across the room. Her pink, painted lips were shimmering in the orange light of the tavern, gloss like rippling water as she talked. Blackwall was lucky to witness it so close.

He should be grateful. Sera wasn't jealous. She really, truly wasn't. Her infatuation with Mallie was one-sided, and she knew that. She didn't mind. As long as he made Mallie happy, she was content to just be her friend. And if he lets her down, I'll always be there to put my tongue up her ladybits, she thought, smiling to herself. Mallie looked out the far window, and her eyes went wide, seeming to realize that they'd been in the tavern for quite some time. She hastily said something to Blackwall, and, obviously instinctively, kissed him on the cheek before leaving. Her ears went red in embarrassment, and she quickly left the building, skirt bouncing as she moved. Aha! Kisses! Sera was excited, and swiftly removed her feet from the table, shooting a grin to Bull and Dalish, who both looked quite content. She left the mug on the table and bounced over to Blackwall, who looked to be in a state of shock that his left cheek now had a pink mark on it.

"You're welcome," she whispered, making him jump.

"For what?" He asked, seeming confused. "Have you been watching us talk?"

"Inky, and yes!" She whispered excitedly, sitting down in Mallie's seat. "She kissed you!"

"I am... aware," he said, lightly touching his cheek. "What did you do?" His eyes narrowed. "If this was a prank, I swear-!"

"No! Not a prank, I promise!" She said. "Well, maybe I wrote some notes, but-"

"You wrote that?" He asked.

"Yep! Gave one to Inky, too." She stuck her tongue out at his indignant look. "What? It's not like either of you would've said anything if I didn't! You would've just danced around each other and pretended that you didn't just want to bump bits and make out until you died!" He didn't waste breath denying the accusation. "So, what'd you talk about?"

"That's private, Sera."

"Beardy! Tell me!"

He sighed, shaking his head. "She just, she said that she didn't care about honor. It doesn't matter to her. She just... she doesn't care about me being her soldier. Or a Warden. Or anything. She's just... fond of me."

"It's because of the beard," Sera whispered, smiling. He raised a bushy eyebrow. "She really likes beards." He shook his head, laughing under his breath.

"Should've figured," he said, waving a hand about. "Just the beard, eh?" Sera laughed.

"And all your chest hair," she said, enjoying the fact that she could drop little bits of gossip. A friend having a stupid crush was no fun if you couldn't tell the crush about it. "She thinks it's all hot and manly," she said, rolling her eyes. "I think it's gross! Blegh!" She pretended to gag. Blackwall laughed. It was nice seeing him laugh. He looked much better when he wasn't all broody. A lot more fun to talk to, too.

"Ah, well, I'm glad she likes it," he said. He sighed, looking off into space above her head. "Maker, she's something, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she's a weirdo," Sera smiled. Oh, he's so friggin' in love it's gross!

"She's not only sweet, but Maker, is she beautiful or what?" Sera kept quiet. She was totally going to tell Mallie everything he said. "Just, those muscles, and those eyes, and, oh, doesn't she look amazing in battle?"

Sera nodded. "And her butt?"

"Great butt," he said dumbly. "Fantastic butt." Sera was ecstatic. Mallie would be so happy to hear this. He shook his head, seeming to pull himself out of the clouds. "I should get to bed," he said, groaning as he stood, leaving a few silvers on the counter for the barman. "See ya tomorrow, Sera."

"Later, Beardy!" He gave her a casual salute and left.

Mallie is going to be so damn happy.

#i enjoy writing nonsense #obviously #mallory trevelyan #da blackwall #da sera #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #the iron bull #varric tethras #fanfiction #original content #sera and mallie have a weird friendship and i love it #blackwall x inquisitor

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ladyemberswrites · 7 years ago

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Vested Interest_Chapter I

Title: Vested interest

Pairing: Aluseras( Alucard x Seras)

Fandom: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

Warnings: Blatant Alcoholism

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

Seras has feelings for Alucard, and so does he, however, to Seras, she knows her master better than anyone and knows how he can be and what he is capable of and is completely unsure of her former master intentions or the length of his apparent devotion, and accompanied by an ever changing world, old allies dead, as new ones rise, she wonders if she will be able to pull through, as well as be able to maintain a romantic relationship with her former master.

*I’m reposting this fic on my blog again*

Edit: Nothing major, I just wanted to fix a few things, and spelling errors, and give this first chapter a little bit more meat, such as adding and changing dialogue.

A/N: This is a serious canon-divergence and is a part of an Au; I’m creating, so this is kind of the first part. This takes place 500 hundred years, after Integra’s death, just to let everyone else, I hope I didn’t confuse anyone.

Comments, Reviews, Criticisms are all welcomed!!!!!

Tell me what you guys think!

“Have you changed your mind, yet?”

Seras huffs, before chugging down a significant amount of ice, cold beer and contemplated whether or not to drink until she was too plastered to stand. She couldn’t do this now or more like she didn’t want to deal this now, it was childish of her, she knew, it wasn’t like high school, where she could forge a make up a doctor’s note to skip out on gym- she was adult now, and being adult meant being mature, even when you desperately, desperately don’t want to, but! But! - UGH!

Can’t she just slam her face on the table! This was an entirely different situation, and it wasn’t like she could fake an illness to get out of it either, seeing that she came here out of her own accord.

She just didn’t know what to do. Her heart said one thing, while the more reasonable, sane, logical side of her brain completely argued against her acting on impulsive emotions.

“If you were human you probably would’ve damned your liver right about now.”

She finally removed the glass from her lips, placing it delicately upon the bar table with a click.

She looked at him this time for the first time since they’ve been here.

Here, being a bar, a bar named Igor’s, promptly named after the owner Igor, who was just as ancient as her former Master, except for the fact that he was of the Lycan variety, and except for the fact he did appear worn down by age, from the hard wrinkles under his eyes, the rigid scar that tore through his left eye sealing it shut and a strip of flesh ripped from the right side of his face, giving a grotesque view of red gums, and his sharp, pearly white canines.

He was quiet, a type of no nonsense man, a very large man who only responded in gruff, grunts and growls, and stood a good two feet above her master. And speaking of her master, Igor wasn’t his biggest fan and wasn’t afraid to show it, since he busted up his bar in some petty fight a couple of years back. Breaking hundreds of bottles of expensive liquor and countless damages in infrastructure. Surprisingly, enough her master paid for the damages with 70% interest drawn from one of his, probably many treasuries that he has hidden all over eastern Europe. He was a king before; at least she hopes that’s where his money is coming from, either way she really didn’t wanna know.

And grudgingly and beyond her comprehension, he let her master come back, he still didn’t like him (she doubted that Igor was a very forgiving man) but, Alucard left generous tips, so he left it at that. From what she could tell her master seemed quite fond of the little bar.

It was small, cozy even and surprisingly, sit -spot clean and she also suspects what honestly, caught master attention the most was that it was pretty quiet, never too crowded most of the time and was simplistic in design. For Seras she could almost call it home, she found the place soothing to be in, many times she found herself here on raining days, lounging about and reading one of the many novels she “stole” from her Master endless library. Not to mention Igor served more than booze and had an array of coffee and teas, much to her pleasure.

But she was getting off track here, trying to avoid the topic at hand.

From the looks of it he hadn’t moved his gaze from her not once, and it unnerved her to no end, as he peered at her with half-lidded eyes and a passive gaze, which perturbed her more because of the ridiculous beard. He appeared so different……..with that thing on his face, and she desperately hid the urge to want shave it off his smug face.

“Being inhuman certainly has it perks; I don’t have to worry about liver failure.”

“That still doesn’t make you any less of an alcoholic, Master. That’s your fifth glass of scotch, and we’ve only been here 30 minutes.” she nodded towards the shot glass in his left hand, while the other supported his chin. He was also, startlingly, dressed casual, a white dress shirt and black slacks, it was a breather, to actually see him in normal clothing, and not any of his tone deaf attire that he is, so fond of wearing, the pimp hat, the 80s trench coat, well at least he didn’t really wear those anymore not since Integra’s passing, anyways, she thought solemnly.

“I don’t get as drunk easily as you, my dear.”

She stuck her tongue at him, mainly because he was right, one beer was usually enough to have her slurring her words and giggling like a lune, but she’d be darned if she admitted that to him.

“And I’m not an alcoholic.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was a moment of stillness, the delay of the inevitable, so to speak.

Seras mind was running amok, she only came here on a whim, when her master, former master, she should say had called her out of the blue, and asked her to meet him here.

She should’ve said that he was bonkers for calling her out here at three in the morning, and hung up, because after a long, stress inducing day of work, from listening to one person after, another complain to her about whatever, to settling disputes that almost turned violent if she hadn’t intervene between councils members, comforting others, and dealing with screaming children, she had quite enough dealing with other people’s emotional turmoil, and drama. All wanted for her weekend off, was a cup of hot coco, her soft pjs, and array of rom coms to compensate for the lack of a love life, was that too much to ask for.

But, she didn’t-

However, the quietness continue with the couple, occasionally sipping on their respective beverages, as they listened to the news which was currently splayed upon the small television that sat at, well more like hung at an angle over the bar, it was cracked and had many wires sticking out of it, but apparently it’s been working for years, seeing that not once did it short circuit, since they’ve been coming here.

Seras, barely paid attention, one thing that about being a vampire these days is that human politics have no effect on her anymore, well somewhat if you count recent events, and second, British politics or anything involving politics is endless hell, you better off with setting your own self on fire, then trying to reason with other people, and lucky she didn’t have the responsibility concern herself with it, unless Hellsing was involved in any case, but human-vampire relations was something else entirely.

Alucard listened more closely, yet remained apathetic, it was all Greek to him, voting, elections, parliament, electoral colleges, primaries, it was all nonsense, it didn’t make any sense to him, leave it to humans to make everything more complicated than it needs to be. Everything was better when the world adhered to monarchies and systems, everyone had a place and duty, and none one didn’t question things, like the good old day.

“Y’know in retrospect, it makes our jobs a whole lot harder doesn’t it?” someone had to cut the ice, she supposed, but could herself laughing bit too nervously.

His attention snapped back to reality or to the woman before him. She abruptly went silent, her gaze met his from brief moment, brows raised and her fingers tinkering with her locket that hung from her neck and rested at the valley of amble chest.

“Seras?” She quickly fixed her attention back on her locket, he threw his head back, and took a long, burning swig from his drink - it was now or never, he didn’t call her down her here at 3 in the morning to discuss politics.

“Why?” she murmurs, at bit pitifully, her brows scrunched together tightly, her lips pursed, her shoulders raised in apprehension “I mean-” she huffs at her.

He knew that look, she was thinking, trying to pick and choose her words, so he gave her, her space which was alright with him as it gave him extra time to just - look at her.

She was wearing a short, black dress, which modestly reached her knees, the prude,

And had long sleeves.

Her lips and nails were painted a bright crimson, as he observe them tapping ceaselessly upon her golden locket and her hair was left untouched as it rolled down towards her waist in a heap of curls. After, what, he honestly, couldn’t remember, she stopped cutting her hair and just let it take a course of her own, he didn’t know about her, but to him it was the best decision she ever made. He liked how soft it looked, how it framed her face, how it made her look mature, like the master vampire she’s supposed to be. However, despite this, her expression was sullen; her red lips were twisted in a long frown, as she watched the drips of water slid down her glass.

“Um-Master, how long have we’ve known each other?” she voice started off low.

“ Since the day I put a bullet through you, why?” he was a bit taken back, out of all the ways he predicted this conversation to go, this wasn’t one of them

Her sapphire gaze snaps in his direction “I’m being serious!”

“Alright, Alright, a couple of centuries.” he narrowed his eyes “and May I ask why that matters?”

“Remember, back when I told you how I felt, about how I was in love with you and you rejected Me.” it was more matter of fact than anything. She wasn’t upset, well maybe not too upset, because she knew the answer beforehand. She knew he would reject her, and it hurt, but not as bad as it would have been if she entertained the fantasy of him actually being in love with her. She had feelings, but she was also no fool. But, now, so many decades later-

“…..Yes.” he winced that wasn’t his most shining hour in his opinion, and there were plenty of them.

“Yet, after all this time, you love me, now. Why?”

She gazed back at him, her sapphire eyes filled with confusion.

He didn’t break contact; he hoped all that liquor he drank would give him the confidence to speak his mind, without hinges, without being vague about his emotions.

“Let’s just say, the past few years, I’ve had a couple of eye openers.”

“Are you talking about “her”?”

“Sort of off, but not quite.” she had an odd look in her eye, wide, and in some sort of disbelief, until it dawned on him “and no, I’m not chasing after, you because my other relationship went up in flames, so speak, and trust me I’m not crawling back to her, ever, hell would have to freeze over before that happens.”

“A-are you sure?” she scrutinized him, eyes narrowed, her nose wrinkling, a quirk of hers every time she seemed to be contemplating something.

“Yes, Seras. She is out my picture book forever, trust me, a pit of vipers would be more welcoming than ever sharing her bed again.”

“B-but?”

“But?” he waited for her to continue.”

“But, that doesn’t explain, why you-you love me now.”

“Seras, I have long since stopped viewing you as just my loyal servant. You’re -you’re more to me than just that, over the years you been my partner, my companion, someone that I could trust.”

“It doesn’t seem like that all the time. “She whispers.

“I know. But, that was because of my own hubris than anything. It was nothing you did, my dear.”

She smiles, softly at that, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, shyly.

“So, am I more to you now?”

“You are mistaken on that part.”

“How, so.”

“I’ve had…. feelings for you four quite some time.”

“Y-you have?” she should be ecstatic, yet caution was the only thing blaring through her thoughts. She knew her master and knew him well, both the good and the bad, well more bad than good. “Even, when you were with-”

“Yes. Look, Seras, I know our relationship hasn’t been-” he was looking for a word that didn’t come as harsh.

“The best.” she adds in, a little too quickly.

“I was thinking a bit dysfunctional lately, but I guess “not the best” sounds….better put. But anyways, what I - what I’m trying to say is that I’m interested in courting you.”

Courting was such an odd word then again using the word dating, when referring to herself and Alucard was even stranger.

“Seras?”

“Huh-yes.”

“Will you?”

“Will I what?

“Will you let me court you?”

“Master, I-”

“Vlad.”

“What?

“That is my birth name. I want you to call me by it from now on.” he raised, a cautious hand, a bare hand, relieved of his gloves, to push a strand of golden hair behind her ear, gently brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

Seras bit her lip, what was she to say? What should she do? She felt the beer she drank desperately, wanting to make an encore.

“Mas-Vlad, I -I don’t know.” she murmurs, peering down at her locket, again, twirling it between her slender fingers.

“Why?” he had to stop himself from saying more, before he starts sounding desperate. He will not be one of those “men”.

“What you said before about people changing.”

“Yes, what about?”

“It’s just that-just -I mean- Vlad, sometimes……sometimes….. People don’t change. Especially, people like you.”

“What’s that supposed to me?” He should have taken offense to that, but the stinging pain of hurt was the only feeling that was consuming him at the moment.

“I know what you are. I’m not blind. Please, don’t look at me like that, I’m not saying that to hurt you, trust me.

I love you, I really, really do. Sure I can deal with all your bizarre idiosyncrasies, but that was only because our relationship was- well was master and servant, I could live with that then. But, now, now I don’t know if I can. Your impulsive, rude, I can never anticipated your moods sometimes, your fickle when you want to be, not to mention cruel and bloodthirsty. How do I know you’re going to be committed, and not just one day get up and leave without so much as a single word? How do I know this isn’t all a game to you? How do I know that you truly want to love me and be my equal, if you keep shutting me out all the time or pushing me away when you don’t feel like being bothered? “She paused a moment, looking him dead in the eye to make sure she got the point across.

“I-I can’t do this, I can’t be with you, if you’re going to act that way. I can’t.” she didn’t want to cry, she told herself, lectured herself not to cry, but the tears involuntary came forth, warm, as well as unwelcoming, burned a pathway down her face.

He was stunned silent for a while he didn’t know what to say, his mouth felt uncomfortably dry, like his mouth was filled with sad, but it did stop him from wiping her tears away with the side of his thumb.

“Seras? Seras look at me.” he lowers his voice, to attract her attention. She wiped her nose and face with the back of her hand, sniffling as, she tried to gain the courage to look at him.

“Y-yeah.”

“You speak the truth, people don’t change, especially people such as I, we never do nor ever will, but for your sake I’ll do anything you wish of me, I promise you that at least.

I know I’m more monster than man, and I can never be what you truly deserve, but I can do what I can, if you’d be mine.” he sounded, so sincere, so sincere that she couldn’t bare it anymore, and the impulsive need to wrap her arms tightly around his neck and kiss him senseless was overpowering and that’s why she needed to leave. To leave, so she could think rationally and thoroughly.

“Vlad. Vlad can you give me some time to think about?”

“Of course, I don’t want to pressure you. Take your time.”

“Vlad.”

“Hhhmmm.”

“Thank you.” she couldn’t help herself, but she threw her arms around him, placing her face in the crux of his neck, nuzzling his shoulder. “Thank you.” she whispers.

He pats the top of her head, feeling slightly awkward by the sudden intimacy.

It took a few good moments for her to let go “Um, I have work soon, so I better get some sleep.”

“Ah, right. Do you want me to accompany you home?”

She shakes her head “That’s alright I want to walk by myself tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you sure.”

She nods her head in affirmation, slowly sliding off her seat, to leave, however, another wave - call it a need or maybe want, but whatever it was made her lean over and press her lips to his. It was chaste and he certainly wasn’t expecting it, but he returned it with fervor, pulling her closer and gently biting bottom lip, as she held onto his shirt for dear life. He wanted more, he wanted her, yearned for her taste and her touch, her scent alone, smelling of sweet vanilla, drove him mad, but in the most delightful ways, he wanted to continue, but was suddenly interrupted, by loud grunt. Seras immediately pulled away from him, her cheeks flushed, and bottom lip swollen and her hair in slight disarray, she looked absolutely tempting - but the dirty look Igor gave him kept him doing anything further.

“Sorry, about that.” Seras smiles apologetically to the old bartender. He only tips his head in acknowledgement, quickly turning back to washing glasses.

She glances back him a shy expression lightens her face “Good night, Vlad.”

“Good night, Seras.”

“ Alright, see you later.” she waves, as she particularly skips out the front door, her heels clacking against the wooden floors, the bell up to the entrance signaling her departure. He sighs as leans back, having zero intention of leaving anytime soon.

He jiggles his empty cup devoid of anything, but halfway melted ice.

“Do you have anything stronger than Vodka?”

“Mmmmmhh.” Igor responded, completely disinterested.

“I’m very sure that you can actually talk.”

Igor grunted, turning from his finished task to stare at the other man, he glances down at the no-life king’s empty glass, back up to him, glaring.

“What!?…. Trust me I haven’t had my fill of alcohol; he didn’t want this man to break up his bar again due to being in a drunken stupor.

Igor shakes his head, arms crossed, clearly exasperated. He hated it when customers’ abuse their drinking privileges, and it pissed off even more, because was one that had to clean it all up, after closing.

“I’ll pay extra; I’ll even buy you a brand new television set.”

Didn’t this man have anything else better to do than, spend his nights indulging in alcoholism? Igor, sighs beside himself, well, whatever, it was his life that his was drinking away, not his, beside brand new television did sound pleasing, he was getting of watching his soap operas on a cracked scene, anyways, and maybe his regulars will stop complaining about how small his t.v set is.

Without another word, he traveled to the back to pick out a bottle of Everclear, which just came in this afternoon, maybe this will shut the lunatic up.

Alucard was curious when the Werewolf reappeared again with a large silver bottle of clear liquid, and handed it to him, practically shoving it in his arms.

The master vampire spinned it around, it was room temperature “ Everclear” he twisted it around once again to read the table of contents on the back with a raised eyebrow “ colorless, flavorless, 95 % concentrated Alcohol” he whistle at that.

He glance back at the bartender, he just shrugged in response and continued about his work.

Well, he certainly wasn’t going to leave this bar sober, hopefully.

TBC

Edit: Nothing major, I just wanted to fix a few things, and spelling errors, and give this first chapter a little bit more meat, such as adding and changing dialogue.

Like for the instance, the part where Seras assumes Alucard has treasuries hidden all over Western Europe,I didn’t think much about that line, until now, realizing that Alucard is Romanian, which is in Eastern Europe, so he would have secret stashes hidden all over Eastern Europe, not Western.

A/N: Is this chapter a bit too sappy, I don’t know maybe. I’m just wanted to write a Aluseras fic, where alucard doesn’t act like a grade A- A-hole with no redeemable qualities and for absolutely no reason, which I see an abundance of in a lot of fan fictions concerning this couple, note that I have nothing against anyone who does write these kind of fics, nothing personal, just not my cup of tea.

Anyways, can you believe it took me a whole day to write this, not to mention on a horribly upset stomach, ugh, it was the only way to keep me distracted from the pain.

Well, that’s it for now, Comments are always welcomed.

@deyity @kyoandyuya @these-three-peeps

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locustaaa · 7 years ago

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((don't chase the rabbit, sera!!))

Sera leaned across the bathroom counter, squinting at his reflection as he tried to even out his lipstick. The lighting in here was shit, and the bass from the music blaring on the dancefloor just outside the door made the counter and mirror shake just enough to make this difficult. It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly sober, either.

He didn’t bother looking up when the door to the bathroom opened, two tipsy girls stumbling in. They gave him an odd look, one of them leaning in to whisper in the other’s ear. He grinned at them, showing his teeth.

He knew he looked a mess, he thought, taking in his reflection as soon as the newcomers were safely in their stalls. His eyes were bloodshot and his eye makeup was smudged, his lipstick just messy enough, his hair teased to hell and back. But it was 3 in the morning in one of El Asilo’s sleaziest clubs, cut him some slack.

“Sage, are you done puking, you damn lightweight?” Sera called towards the stalls, turning around to lean against counter.

“Shut the fuck up, Sera.” His friend said, opening the stall door and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Sera laughed and reached out to him, putting his arm around his friend’s waist. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.” He purred in his companion’s ear, leading him out the door and back into the crowded club.

#emetophobia /#alcohol /#esaalmaperdida #asks #ooc #about

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psykertroll-blog · 8 years ago

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Que Sera Sera

FFN AO3

Summary Ch 1 Ch 3

Chapter 2 - Walk Like a Man

Korriban, 3642 BBY

Coruscant was burning. Starfighters flew high in the sky, blasting everything into dust. Imperial troopers marched upon the city world as his fellow Sith culled the last remaining Jedi. The Jedi Temple was all but destroyed, but Arthur was still there. He was still alive, but not for long. Alfred found him leaning heavily on a pillar, his blood seeping to the ground. He tentatively reached out for his love as he made the first step, but Arthur slashed his mask into pieces. They then danced together in combat until Alfred vanquished his Master. He loomed tall over Arthur, and the Dark Side thrummed through his veins as he bent down to land the final blow-

Only to find that he couldn't do it. He could never do it, not in a million trillion years.

Alfred was too weak-

He awoke in a flurry of motion, shooting up from his bed. He sat, breathing in ragged, heavy gulps as he clutched at his chest.

It was that dream again.

Every year without fail, Alfred would have the same visions.

To this day, he ruminated over what he had done. Or rather, what he should have done.

Instead of ending his Master as a true Sith would, he kissed him. The sensation of Arthur's mouth pulsing against his excited him to such a degree that the very Force itself curled around them, surrounding the two in it's loving embrace. He could still feel its lingering touch seeping into the waking world.

The connection allowed Alfred to feel Arthur's presence, and even though they were separated from each other by thousands of light years, Alfred wouldn't be surprised if he found Arthur sitting right next to him. He fell on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the wispy strings holding their minds together slowly but surely went away. He knew that Arthur had that very same dream. He felt his struggle, his rushed, frantic pull as his Master tried to escape his grasp...

Oh, he would kill to see Arthur once again, right at that very moment, squirming beneath him-

"Bzzing! Incoming message from BANTHA FODDER, I repeat, incoming message from BANTH-"

Alfred flung his arm over his head. "Ugggh. Fucking Ivan! Can't that bastard wait for five minutes? Tell him I'm BUSY!"

The service droid bleeped incessantly, poking at Alfred's foot. "But sir, it is labeled as URGENT, do you really want me to disconnect the call?"

"No, no, don't do that." Alfred lightly kicked at the droid, groaned, then flopped out of bed. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands as he mumbled, "Just come over here. Open the line."

The droid bleeped a "Will do, sir!" then switched on it's holoprojector.

There, the infuriating sight of Ivan's face came into view. "Greetings, Comrade! Did you sleep well?"

"It was nice until I saw your disgusting face." Alfred scowled, sending a death glare in his rival's direction. "This call better be for a good fucking reason, otherwise I'm going to rip your head off when I fly back to Dromund Kaas."

Ivan smiled and simpered, giggling. "You are such a grumpy bear when you wake up in the morning, Alik. I suppose you can't sleep in everyday-"

Alfred's eye twitched. "My name's not Alik, you moof-milking sow. I'm not in the mood for any of your shit today. What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, Alik, you have such a way with words. They may not be well-formed, but at least you try, yes?"

"You have until the count of three, then I'm going to cut the call-"

"Oho, but wouldn't it be such a scandal if I were to tell Darth Yao that you cut off direct orders from him? It would be so terribly tragic if he heard that, fufufu."

He clenched his fist. If only he could stab his lightsaber deep into that smug bastard's chest. "Why would Yao use you to give me orders? He usually calls me if he wants to talk." Alfred narrowed his eyes in suspicion. This couldn't mean anything good.

Ivan snickered as he playfully wagged his finger. "That's Master Yao to you, Alik. Anyways, our dear Master has made the both of us a proposition, if you will. You see, we are to work on a special project together! Won't that be such fun?"

Alfred gave Ivan a deadpan look, then snorted. "Really? Oh joy, oh rapture, I can't hardly wait. Ivan, dare I ask, what exactly is this 'project' of yours, and again, why the hell wouldn't Yao-"

"Master Yao."

"Grr, why wouldn't he just call me directly? These are, according to you, direct orders."

At that, Ivan's smile grew into a wide smirk. "Do you really think that our Master has the time to deal with the likes of yourself?" He looked down his nose at Alfred. "Since your last task was a complete disaster-"

"Hey, I still got the fucking holocron on Alderaan, which is more than what you can say, asshole."

"Ah, yes, you did indeed get the holocron, but at the expense of two bakeries, one bank, three ships, and our cover. Who did you think had to clean up your mess, hmm?"

The twitch in Alfred's eye intensified. "Last time I remember, you didn't exactly help. In fact, I distinctly recall you standing right there in the midst of the chaos, chocking out some poor old Twi'lek-"

"Who would have blown our cover even more than you already had." Ivan tilted his head, eyes wide in childish glee. "You have such an active imagination, Alik, but regardless, as sad as I am to say it, the galaxy is not your playground. Hence the reason why I'm calling you. I am to make sure that you don't screw up like you did before. This project is very important to Darth Yao, and it would be so upsetting if you were to fail once more."

As Ivan went on, Alfred found that he grew more and more annoyed with his babbling insults. His knuckles grew white as his fists clenched ever more. "I'm sure you would be absolutely heartbroken, Ivan, but that still doesn't explain what exactly it is that we're supposed to do. If Yao wanted us to work on this 'project' so badly, then why didn't he tell me to stay on Dromund Kaas?"

His rival leaned back in his chair, and with a smarmy laugh, Ivan set the path in motion for his murder. "Heee, don't you get it, Alik? The entire reason you're on Korriban is to keep your grubby fingers out of the delicacies of the mission. Darth Yao has found that you are too... blunt a tool to use for the more intelligent aspects of his work. Some would say that you are, indeed, too inferior to live, but our Master is a merciful one. He has decided that you still have a use, and so you are to do the simple work of gathering a few key items for the ritual while I study the holocron. I sent a list of the items to your precious droid, so you should be able to see it-"

"Ivan."

"Yes, dear Alik?"

"I'm going to kill you. Painfully."

"How sweet of you to say so. Goodbye, Comrade."

With that, the holoprojector switched off, and Alfred flew into a rage.

A wide berth appeared outside the market square as the angered mutterings of a Sith passed through the crowd. He was holding up the remains of a mangled datapad before he tossed it into a trash compactor.

"So he thinks he can send me off on some fucking scavenger hunt, huh, like I'm some damned wet-behind-the-ears Acolyte?! Yeah, yeah, and while I'm doing all the work, fucking Ivan gets to schmooze it on up in Dromund Kaas and take all the fucking credit? And for what? A teensy weensy little ritual, one I don't even know about?" Alfred stomped down the street. The very air around him was sizzling, warping his ill will unto reality. "Well Yao's got another thing coming to him! This is the last straw, the last fucking straw! It's always been Ivan this and Ivan that. Hell, for the past eleven years it's been 'Oh look at how smart Ivan is, how strong he is, he truly is more of a Sith than you, aru', but no, no he isn't, because when I'm through with him-"

"Through with what?"

Suddenly, a pale, red-eyed albino approached him. He was wearing the garb of a smuggler, and what looked to be an egotistical smirk.

"Gilbert, is that you?" Alfred gaped, slack-jawed in his shock before his previous fury disappeared completely. "Ahahaha! I never thought I'd see you again!"

The albino bellowed out a laugh, then hooked his arm around Alfred's neck and smushed his hair with his fist. "Keesee! What are you, blind? Of course I'm Gilbert! Here I'd thought you'd remember the little people, but no!"

"Oh puh-lease, you bastard, I'd never forget your creepy ass." Alfred playfully flipped Gilbert away from him, then pointed at him, smiling. "It's impossible for me to repress that hideous thing you call a face-"

Gilbert punched Alfred's arm in response. "Ooh, sick burn. I'd really feel that one if I didn't realize that you're just trying to compensate for my pure awesomeness."

"Ahahaha, that really hurt, you fucker." Alfred winced as he held his arm. "I see you still pack quite the left hook."

"And I see that your muscles are even less awesome than they were in the war!" Gilbert chuckled, then held his hands behind his back. "So! What the hell are you doing here, you fuck mothering Sithlord?"

Alfred then remembered what he had been so very angry about, and grumbled in frustration. "Pheh. Typical bullshit, you know the drill. What the hell are you doing here, you cocksucking Imp? You still in the Imperial Army?"

"Ah, no. The pay sucked ass, so I left the 'troopers for some nice smug- er, I mean privateering digs." Gilbert leaned in close, whispering in Alfred's ear. "Speaking of, you wouldn't happen to know where I can find some of the good stuff on this planet, would you?"

Alfred pretended to think it through, and scratched his chin. "Hmm. It depends. If you're planing on stealing anything for your 'privateering' needs, I'd say you're shit outta luck. It would be suicide to even consider knicking the dirt, and that's not including all of the damned tombs around here. Even you couldn't survive for long before you'd get caught up in a trap. At least, not without someone who's Force-sensitive."

Gilbert jumped back in mock surprise. "The awesome me? Steal? Who do you think I am? I'm but a traveling merchant, humbly trading my wares-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, save me the spiel, asshole. Come on, I'll buy you a drink. We'll talk it over then." Alfred slapped Gilbert on the back, who howled an "Excellent!" before they both wandered into the nearest bar.

#que sera sera #chapter 2 #hetalia #star wars #swtor #usuk #aph america #aph england #aph russia #aph china #aph prussia #jedi arthur #sith alfred

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mintyisland-blog · 6 years ago

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Mass Effect: Andromeda

Okay, I get why people didn’t liek it but it really wans’t that bad everyone. The glitiches were minimal but hey, I’m playing it after a year of its’ release so this time i went by pretty smoothly. I’m just goingot be wiritng what i loved aobut it cause i gotta stay positive, although i think i’m a pretty positive person a majority of the time so maybe i should be critical of it as well. yeah i thnk i will. ANDROMEDA REVIEW EVERYONE.

Okay, let’s start out with my pathfinder. I named her Serinity because that was the name of the protagonist of a christian anime girl manga series...Oh god. Let me rew rowrd that. Serinity is the name of this blue haird main character from a christian manga that was named...Serinity. Redundency..myt bad. Anway, Ryder...let’s keep it skimple. Ryder, was a pretty likeable character. She had some depth but i waill admit there wasn’t that much of a character arch but i guess it just dpens how you decided to protray her. I made her alot more compasionate and understanding in most moments. I remember lexi giving a proifle on how I was protryahing her. She said I was rash with my actions??? But I was compasionate and caring towards most people. Not gonna lie i paniced during some missions when i had to tap RT at some point. So yeah...Ryder was meh. I made her pretty funny too so I guess that was good cause my gameplay would have been rather dull. Okay. So I posted on my therepy post on thesome of the chacters, or at least i mentioned them a little but yeah. Let’s start with Jaal.

Jaal...when I first saw him, I was like...hmmm...potential. Potential but I was defienitly looking at Vetra when i first met her cause damn...she’s is one good luooking turian. I didn’t get to romance Garrus from the trilogy (I haven’tplayed Massef 2 and 3...I know I know...I’m stupid) so I thought I was going to make it up when I met Vetra...however when i realized how opentnly emotional Jaal was, I was like doki doki hadr core my dadue. He was just so caring. The way he smiled at Ryder and called her darling!! Ahhhhhh...so cute. He also went through some emotinal trauma with the discovery of the oriings of his race...spoilers everyone...I tend to love characters who are broken in some aspect. Like trust me, the more broken the character, the more I want to love them. Perhaps they’re a reflection of me. So yeah, Jaal was broken and I loved that about him well...also with the fact he was very accepting and open abouthimself. I took a clip of wen we went to Hrval and he showed Ryder the blueprints of his pet and a gun. Ryder’s expresions wer epriceless. I’ll try uploading it on here before I fnisish this post. Classic. The romance scene was on point...They’re super cute! I got to se eRyder’s tittes...was not expecting that. but yeah, interspecies SEX! I’m sure Jaal did Ryder right...is it strange if I put I instead of Ryder...I mean, It is a role playing game so I am putting myself as Ryder but it wouldn’t be actually me but it is me making the decions so it is me...huh? Don’t mind me. Now that I thnk about it, if I did put I, it would make me sound like a weird kinky chiick that liker interspecies sex.....???hmmm. Well, I’m kinky ...scratch that. I’m pretty simple when it comes to sex but that’s a discusion for another time. This is about Jaal. ...Something I look for in characters is their eyes. Jaal’s eyes look like a kitties or aligattors...maybe a corss but they were just stunning...I liked them. The general design of the angara was pretty well made. I love how broad their shoulers can ge and his thighs..tem booty. So lusicious. .

Speaking of lusicouls bootie, Ryes REYES!! You damn bad boy you...me and the bad boys have had quite the history. He was a smuggler and the first character I (Ryder) got to kiss and I didn’t mind...okay i was a bit guiltycause I liked Jaal and Vetra at the time. But the cut scene after wards when he ays he came to be someone and then I was all like “You’re someone to me” was cliche but I think that what he needed to hear at the time. I don’t know what the history he lift behind in the Milky way was but he obviously wanted a change. Just like how I want to leave my past behaviors behind and move on. Well...more like I want to become someone just like him. I think that’s why I really liked him. When I disocvered he was the charletan (spilers...my bad) I did’t think too badly of him but I did lose some trust because I don’t tolerate liars...plus I wanted to commit myself to only Jaal at that point too. I feel like my timel timeline was a bit whack but if i play another playthrough I woill get it right. I know some things I’ll change. Like my male rider will be with Ryes.. He deserves love.

Okay, so a quick thing on Vetra was how much she loved her family cause all she had as sid so I really admired how much she wanted to look after her sister. Maybe it’s because Vetra is like my older sister but I think not as strict. Mys sister worries for me but she trusts that I can be an adult and that I fifigure myself out...of course she hhhas my back though.

Okay, Drack...he makes me happy. I didn’t gorw up with a granda or just and grandmpa like figure in my life so i wasn’t sure how to go about interacting with him but honestly I loved him once i realized his grandaughter was back on the Nexus. On his lyalty mission he was just so funny on how he interacted with the other krogan and I love how he uses his age as an excuse. “Just let me be a old grauchy old man in peach”...That’s going to be me when I’m old. I realized I realliked drack a lot on the mission when were inflitrating the kett shipa and we realized the krogan were being used for exaltation. Initally I picked saving the salarian pathfinder because I wanted at least one of the oriangl pathfinders alive but alsa when I saw Drax’s reaction, I went back to replay 20 mins of gameplay so that I could get on hs good side. Because Honestly the Krogans have gone through a hella lot of shit. Like in the Milky Galaxy and now so they should be given slack. They’re not wanting to be the war like monsters that defined them in the Milky Way. They would be warriors but they would know when to put their swords away. I got that from Inuistion. Which I will probab write aoubt next.

Okay...now that bad companions. They’re not bad bad but I just didn’t findi anything to exciing about sayyyyyy Liam. Love the accent but boy, you are just so impulsive...Kinda gets on my nerve. Like even his lyalty mission was just one big fuck over but hey, he was the one person who wanted to reach out to the angara and wanted tounderstand them on ta better level so i appreicate hisbromance with Jaal...Cora was obsessed with her military history. Like yeah, I get it you were a untress...I don’t hink that would have been a good fit for a Pathfinder now that I think about it because she might have brought a more military based agenda if she were the leader and hat wouldn’t have ended well. It wouldve been the pilgrims with the indians in a sense. It would just be a huge mess. Now for my least favoirte character. Peeebee. ..There’s a comic I saw about if Shepard was in Adromeda and if he had seen Pbee, Garruis would’ve just shot her cause damn...she did look rabid haha. She was just annoying. She was kinda like Sera from Dragon age but I actually liked Sera’s craziness. Peebee was just in your face and needed to uptone her elcorness hahaha.. I liked the fact she made a robot that could kill for methouhg. That’s the only puls side from her. Oh my god...her loyalty mssion was annoying with the fact her ex was probably the most annoying character...more so than peebee so you can just imagine me just rolling my eyes hroughout the enire mission. Like geez...why would she have fallen for someone as self centered as that bitch? Mybe it was ...Maybe she didn’t always act like that but just the fact the ex tried to one up peebee in every way was so annoying. Like geezus...Please obsssess over somethig else please. Just didn’t want to deal with her at all. The end. just kidding. I have more wot rite aobu tlike the plot.

So the plot of the game wasn’t so bad in my opinon. The race of kett were actually thretening as they sought to pretty mch commit gennocide by removing whole species and ...except those speciwould’ve turened into them so they would die but not really die cause t HOld on...So they toak on aspects of certain aliens but when ever I scnaned them I remember sam or Lexi saying that they were all kett...like there was very little left from the species that they had transformed from. And they’re not all Angara right. Casue the Archon said he was a mixture of thousands of species...which means...maybe they travled from another galaxy?? *ponders* So...yeah..a decen villain and with the whole “looking for ahome” aspect,it made a legitmate story line so I don’t understand how people got bored of it. If anything a lot osf the side mission were lengthy and too much snanny. I wish I could’ve gotten more reasearch points for reverant pcause I really wanted to make their amor. but I didn’t san enough stupid scupltures. I was rough. Uh oh...it stopped noooo. I had so much to say. Okay it wasn’t that far behind. I was writing about he Ryder twins and how I hoped that Scott would’ve been brought ealier into the game so you caould actually play as him and he would just have a different load out. Seeing the wtins interacting more would’ve been cool , plus it wouldve gien me incite on Ryder Sr. who was the classical overworking father who diesn’t pay much attention to his family. I like the fact the loved Ellen though...Like he legitmately love dher but he put his love all towards her insteaand her survival, which was ultimately a good thing cause it saved Ellen. Speaking of which, I’m surprised they didn’t find the cure for Ellen...maybe it’ll be implicated in the DLC? I haven’t heard of a DLC but they should come out with one cause of how they ened it with e qurian ark coming in at the end. (spiler...lol I should propbably put this in the bennning but fuck it.) Yeah, that’s my review. Yay!

SAM had awesome puns. I don’t care how bad they were...I loved them.

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #review #okay so i can use spaces #jaal is bae #ryes is bae #reyes dammit #vetra doki doki #peebee no no #liam fuck up #i'm a hun-- no #old man drack

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heartslogos · 5 years ago

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newfragile yellows [559]

“Did you two enjoy yourselves last night?” Evelyn asks, arms crossed, as she glares at them.

Mahanon and Bull both grimace as soon as they step out of the darkened back of the transport vehicle, cringing away from the harsh lights of Skyhold’s main docking bay. Mahanon immediately steps behind Bull and hides his face in Bull’s back, sighing in relief.

“That’s cheating,” Bull groans, covering his eye. “Fuck. Can someone turn down the fucking lights for five minutes or something?”

“No. Turn them up,” Evelyn says. “You two got wasted in some piss-hole, started a bar brawl, got arrested by the local police, and spent the night in a drunk tank while the local police pulled up about a million different things on you.”

“Are you mad because we started a brawl, got caught, or didn’t out maneuver the local politics?” Mahanon asks. “Can we have this conversation while moving to somewhere that isn’t covered in the harshest lights visible to Earth-native eyes?”

Evelyn jerks her head and the two slowly start to shuffle forward. Evelyn waves a hand at a nearby cadet, “Take care of the transport car.”

“Yes’m.”

Evelyn follows behind the two hungover idiots.

“All three,” she says. “And also — “

“There can’t possibly be more. We weren’t on duty. We weren’t assigned a mission of any kind. There was nothing in the area we were supposed to be on the look out for. We weren’t even in uniform,” Bull says. “Come on, Boss. Cut us some slack. Shit like this happens. You don’t tear a strip into Varric or Blackwall or Sera when they do stuff like this.”

“And also,” Evelyn says, talking over Bull, “You left me with Ellana and Zevran Arainai all fucking night. You left me with Ellana and Zevran Arainai on base the entire night. Was anyone going to tell me that Ellana and Zevran have…a less than amicable relationship with each other?”

“Oh, the part where Zevran does to Ellana what Ellana does to everyone else?” Mahanon says. “Never. It was going to be a nice little surprise for you.”

“Surprise,” Bull says. “Can I go lie down in a dark place for a while? Maybe my room? Maybe a storage shed? Maybe a walk in freezer so I can stick my head on some ice for this fucking headache?”

“No. I get to do those things. Me. Your boss, the Inquisitor. Because while you two were having a fun time I was stuck here watching that shit-show play out with all the pomp and theatricality of a seven act Orlesian opera. There were literal gunfire and canon blasts. I don’t know where the canon came from.”

“We have tons of canons built into Skyhold.”

“Not gunpowder canons. Those are all supposed to be in museums or something. I don’t even know where — I don’t even know which one of them got it, honestly. Did you two request leave on purpose because you knew? Why didn’t you take Ellana with you?”

Before either man can answer there’s a furious roar of, “You!”, bellowed down the hallway, causing the two to flinch and groan, clutching their heads.

Ellana Lavellan strides down the hall towards them looking more like a Bull than the Iron Bull does, and looking three times as fierce as Mahanon does when he’s flying down enemy ships.

“You two knew Zevran fucking Arainai was going to be here and you didn’t give me a damn warning? Where the hell have you two been all night? I’ve been trying to call you both since that insufferable blonde dip shit entered my line of sight. I had to find out from Cullen Rutherford that Zevran’s extended stay has been planned for weeks. You absolute weenies!”

“We had to lock your sister up in a sealed observation room and it’s her anniversary with her person-friend, so that’s. Well. They look like a really bad Romeo and Juliet, separated by a thick plate glass observation window.”

“This isn’t my problem,” Mahanon decides after a short pause. He’ll just not tell their parents about it. Ever. Hopefully Ellana doesn’t say anything, either. He gets enough grief because they blame him for Ellana deciding to follow him into space. Every galaxy blames him for Ellana’s decision to follow him into space.

It’s incredibly unfair because Mahanon had nothing to do with it. Ellana was just meant to be out in the endless void causing chaos and mind-melting horror with every sentient being she encounters. You can’t contain that singular kind of…something to one planet. It’s unfair and causes a fundamental imbalance in nature.

This is the hand of fate, or destiny, at work. Not Mahanon.

“But if it were my problem,” Mahanon says, “What would the details behind it be?”

Dorian looks incredibly fond but also profoundly irritated.

“Sera was testing a new project of hers on some flora.”

“Which new project?”

“The one that would work as a kind of mood relaxant.”

“Carry on.”

“Of course, it’s very new and Sera was working out the kinks,” Dorian continues. “And then your sister went and got herself covered in it and now all plants want be close to her always to the point of violence.”

“What kind of plants are we talking about, Dorian?” Mahanon asks, eyes narrowing. “What was Sera using for testing?”

“Well. I can promise you that it would have been a lot easier to deal with if she had been using something a little more standard. Like sweet peas or potatoes. Maybe even some daisies or tulips.”

“What did she use?”

“Non-Earth semi-sentient flora is all I’m going to tell you, because it’s an impressive list of things that have gravitated towards her before we got her into sealed containment. The point is, you might want to go check on her and see if she’s alright. And maybe take the Iron Bull with you when you leave her because the two of them being love-struck in the labs is annoying.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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ladyemberswrites · 8 years ago

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Vested Interest_chapter I

Title: Vested interest

Pairing: Aluseras( Alucard x Seras)

Fandom: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

Warnings: None

Part 1/?

Summary: Seras has feelings for Alucard, and so does he, however, to Seras, she knows her master better than anyone and knows how he can be and what he is capable of and is completely unsure of her former master intentions or the length of his apparent devotion, and accompanied by an ever changing world, old allies dead, as new ones rise, she wonders if she will be able to pull through, as well as be able to maintain a romantic relationship with her master?

A/N: This is a serious canon-divergence and is apart of an Au, I’m creating, so this is kind of the first part.

“ Have you changed your mind, yet?”

She just didn’t know what to do. Her heart said one thing, while the more reasonable, sane, logical side of her brain completely argued against her acting on impulsive emotions.

“ If you were human you probably would’ve damned your liver right about now.”

She finally removed the glass from her lips, placing it delicately upon the bar table with a click.

She looked at him this time for the first time since they’ve been here.

Here, being a bar, a bar named Igor’s, promptly named after the owner Igor, who was just as ancient as her former Master, except for the fact that he was of the werewolf variety, and except for the fact he did appear worn down by age, from the hard wrinkles by his eyes, the rigid scar that tore through his left eye sealing it shut and a strip of flesh ripped from the right side of his face, giving a grotesque view of his sharp, pearly white canines.

He was quiet, a type of no nonsense man, responded in gruff, grunts and growls and is an extremely large individual, standing a good two feet above her master. And speaking of her master, Igor wasn’t his biggest fan and wasn’t afraid to show it, since he busted up his bar in some petty fight. Breaking hundreds of bottles of expensive liquor and countless damages in infrastructure. Surprisingly, enough her master paid for the damages with 70% interest drawn from one of the his, probably many treasuries that he has hidden all over western Europe. He was a king before, at least she hopes that’s where his money is coming from, either way she really didn’t wanna know.

And grudgingly and beyond her comprehension, he let her master come back, he still didn’t like him, but left generous tips, so he left it at that. From what she could tell her master seemed quite fond of the bar. It was small, cozy even and surprisingly, sit -spot clean and she also suspects that honestly what caught master attention the most was that it was pretty quiet, never too crowded and was simplistic in design. For Seras she could almost call it home, she found the place soothing to be in, many times she found herself on raining days, lounging about and reading one of the many novels she picked from her endless library. Not to mention Igor served more than booze and had a array of coffee and teas, much to her pleasure.

But she was getting off track here, trying to avoid the topic at hand.

From the looks of it he hadn’t moved his gaze from her not once, and it unnerved her to know end, as he peered at her with half-lidded eyes and a passive gaze, which perturbed her more because of the ridiculous beard. He appeared so different……..with that thing on his face, and she desperately hid the urge to want shave it off his smug face.

“ Your one to talk, that’s your fifth glass of scotch.” she nodded towards the shot glass in his left hand, while the other supported his chin. He was also, startlingly, dressed casual, a white dress shirt and black slacks, it was a breather, to actually see him in normal clothing, and not any of his tone deaf attire that he is, so fond of wearing.

“ I don’t get as drunk easily as you, my dear.”

She stuck her tongue at him, mainly because he was right one beer was usually enough to have her slurring her words and giggling like a lune, but she’d be darned if she admitted that to him.

There was a moment of stillness occasionally sipping on their respective beverages, as they listened to the news which was currently splayed up the small television that sat at, well more like hung at an angle over the bar, it was cracked and had many wires sticking out of it, but apparently it’s been working for years, seeing that not once did it short circuit, since they’ve been hanging out here.

Seras, barely paid attention, one thing that about being inhuman these days is that human politics have no affect on her anymore and second, British politics are hell rising or anything involving politics really, and lucky she didn’t have the responsibility to vote now.

Alucard listened more closely, yet remained apathetic, it was all Greek to him, voting, elections, parliament, electoral colleges, primaries, it was all nonsense, it didn’t make any sense to him, leave it to humans to make everything more complicated than it needs to be. Everything was better when the world adhered to monarchies and systems, everyone had a place and duty, where everyone stuck to it and didn’t question things, like the good old days and none of this ……democracy?

“ Why?”

“ Huh.” his attention snapped back to reality or to woman before him. She went silent, her brows raised and her fingers tinkering with her locket that hung from her neck and rested at the valley of amble chest. He knew this look, she was thinking, trying to pick and choose her words, so he gave her, her space which was alright with him as it gave him extra time to just - look at her.

She was wearing a short, black dress, which modestly reached her knees, the prude

And had long sleeves. Her nails and lips were painted a bright crimson and her hair was left untouched as he rolled down towards her waist. After, what, he honestly, couldn’t remember, she stopped cutting her hair and just let it take a course of her own, he didn’t know about her, but to him it was the best decision she made. He liked how soft and curly it looked, how it framed her face, how it made her look mature, like the draculina she’s supposed to or more like is. However, despite this, her expression was sullen, her red lips were set in long frown, as she watched the drips of water slid down her glass.

“ Master, how long have we’ve known each other?”

“ Centuries. Why?” he was a bit taken back, out of all the ways he predicted this conversation, this wasn’t one of them.

“ Remember, back when I told you how I felt, I told you that I loved you and you rejected me.” it was more matter of fact than anything. She wasn’t upset, because she knew the answer beforehand. She knew he would reject her, and it hurt, but not as bad as it would have been if she entertained the fantasy of him being in love with her. She had feelings, but she was also no fool. But, no so many decades later-

“ Yet, after all this time, you love me, now. Why?”

She gazed back at him, her sapphire eyes filled with confusion.

He didn’t break contact, as he took another swig of his scotch, revealing in the feeling of the clear liquid burning his throat, giving him the confidence he needed to speak his mind, without hinges, without being vague about his emotions, but he was absolutely sure that by the time this conversation ends, he wasn’t going to be sober, as motioned for another drink, this time straight vodka.

“ People change, Seras.”

“ Meaning?”

“ Meaning, that I have long since stopped viewing you as just my loyal servant. You’re -you’re more to me than just that.”

“ More to you?” she should be ecstatic, yet caution was the only thing blaring through her thoughts. She new her master and knew him well, both the good and the bad, well more bad than good.

“ Seras, look, I know our relationship has been-”

“ Rocky.”

“ I was thinking tense, but I guess rocky works. But anyways, what I - what I’m trying to say is that I’m interested in courting you.”

Courting was such a odd word then again using the word dating, when referring to herself and Alucard was even stranger. Romantic interests or lovers sounds infinitely better - Wait? She wasn’t no - it’s just.

“ Seras?”

“ Huh-yes.”

“ Will you.”

“ Will I what?

“ Will you let me court you?”

“ Master, I-”

“ Vlad.”

“ What?

“ That’s my birth name. I want you to call me by it from now on.” he raised, a cautious hand, a bare hand, relieved of his gloves, to push a strand of golden hair behind her ear, gently brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

Seras bit her lip, what was she to say? What should she do? She felt the beer she drank want, desperately, to make an encore.

“ Vlad, I -I don’t know.” she whispers, peering down at her locket, again, twirling it between her slender fingers.

“ Why?” he had to stop himself from saying more, before he was starting sounding desperate.

“ What you said before about people changing.”

“ Yes, what about?”

“ Vlad, sometimes……sometimes….. people don’t change. Especially , people like you.”

“ What’s that supposed to me?” he should of taken offense to that, but the stinging pain of hurt was the only feeling that consuming him at the moment.

“ I know what you are. I’m not blind.

Please, don’t look at me like that, I’m not saying that to hurt you, trust me.

I love you, I really, really do. Sure I can deal with all your bizarre excenties, but that was only because our relationship was- well was master and servant, I could live with that then. But, now, now I don’t know if I can. Your impulsive, rude, I can never anticipated your moods sometimes, your fickle when you want to be ,not to mention cruel and bloodthirsty. How do I know you’re going to be committed, and not just one day get up and leave without so much as a single word. How do I know this isn’t all a game to you. How do I know that you truly want to love me and be my equal, if you keep shutting me out all the time or pushing me away when you don’t feel like being bothered. “ she paused moment, looking him dead in the eye to make sure she got the point.

“I can’t do this, I can’t be with you, if you’re going to act that way. I can’t.” she didn’t want to cry, she told herself, lectured herself not to cry, but the tears involuntary came forth, warm, as well as unwelcoming, burned a pathway down her face.

He was stunned silent for a while he didn’t know what to say, his mouth felt uncomfortably dry, like sand was just poured in his mouth, but try to wipe her tears away with his thumb.

“ Seras. Seras look at me.” he lowers his voice, to attract her attention. She wiped her nose and face with the back of her hand, sniffling as, she tried to gain the courage to look at him.

“ yeah.”

“ You speak the truth, people don’t change, especially people such as I, we never do nor ever will, but for your sake I’ll do anything you wish of me, I promise you that at least.

I know I’m more monster than man, and I can never be what you truly deserve, but I can do what I can, if you’d be mine.” he voice was, yet, more importantly sincere, more sincere than she could bare at the more and impulsive need to wrap her arms tightly around his neck and kiss him senseless was overpowering and that’s why she needed to leave. To leave, so she could think rationally and thoroughly.

“ Vlad. Vlad can you give me some time to think about?”

“ Of course, I’ll walk you home-”

“ No. That’s alright I want to walk by myself tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you sure.”

She nods her head in affirmation, slowly sliding off her seat, to leave, however, another wave - call it a need or maybe want, but whatever it was made her lean over and press her lips to his. It was chaste and he certainly wasn’t expecting it, but he returned it with fervor, pulling her closer, and gently biting bottom lip, as she held onto his shirt for dear life. He wanted more, he wanted her, yearned for her taste and her touch, her scent alone, smelling of honey, drove him mad, but in the most delightful ways, he wanted to continue, but was suddenly interrupted, by loud grunt. Seras immediately pulled away from him, her cheeks flushed, and bottom lip swollen and her hair in slight disarray, she looked absolutely tempting - but the dirty look Igor gave him kept him doing anything further.

“Sorry, about that.” Seras smiles apologetically to the old bartender. He only tips his head in acknowledgement, quickly turning back to washing glasses.

She glances back him a shy expression kisses her lips “ Good night, Vlad.”

“ Good night, Seras.”

“ Alright, see you later.” she waves, as she particularly skips out the front door, the bell up top signaling her departure. He sighs as leans back, having zero intention of leaving anytime soon.

He jiggles his empty cup devoid of anything, but halfway melted ice.

“ Do you have anything stronger than Vodka?”

“ Why do you want to know.”

“ Because I’m going to need it.”

“ Haven’t you drunk enough.”

“ Not until I put myself into a coma that’ll hopefully last until the morning.”

“ I have a bottle of Everclear in the back.”

“ How much?”

“ 95%.”

“ Excellent.”

To be continued

A/N: can you believe I wrote this in one whole day. But anyways, this fic has been something I've been meaning to write for awhile and here it is, not too mention I wrote this with a terrible stomach ache, ugh, my belly is killing me, I just want the pain to end, but anyways thanks for reading and comments most appreciated

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