[Fic] Castlevania | I cannot dream tonight
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spindizzyIn something completely different, I have been sitting on this fic draft since April 2021 and finally finished it because my sleep cycle is a mess and apparently 3am is the perfect time for finally editing a fic I've been putting off. Title from I Miss You by Blink 182; shout out to AO3's tag system seeing me type "Blink" (for "Blink and you miss it OT3 agenda") and immediately going "No, wait, I know EXACTLY where you're going with this." Truly, it saved me when I realised I had ABSOLUTELY no idea what to title this.
Castlevania | I cannot dream tonight
G | 1121 words | Alucard, Trevor, and Sypha (hence blink and you miss it OT3 agenda) | No warnings | Set post season 2, ignores everything after that because I still haven't seen it.
Alucard is just trying to sleep. Everyone keeps piling into his bed.
Alucard woke up as his door crashed open, sword flying out of its sheath before he fully opened his eyes. It arced across the room in a flash of silver, and Alucard managed to stay its motion just before it skewered Belmont in the doorway. Not that Belmont seemed to care at all; he batted the sword out of the way like he might have done a cobweb, and staggered across Alucard's bedroom on bare feet. He was wrapped in a blanket and reeked of wine; perhaps the smell had been what saved his life.
"Sypha's still in the library," he announced, in what might have been intended as a whisper. "Move over."
Alucard quirked a brow at him, but slid sideways across the bed as Belmont pushed at him. His reward was Belmont crawling into the space he left behind, blanket and all, and making himself comfortable in Alucard's bed. It was audacious enough that Alucard didn't stop him. He just watched as Belmont burrowed into Alucard's pillows and pulled Alucard's covers up around his own shoulders.
"What are you doing, Belmont?" he asked, surprised to hear how bored the question sounded, as though drunk men climbed into his bed every night.
"I don't have my cloak anymore. Left it under the speakers' house in Gresit." Belmont's face was half-hidden in the pillows, his voice muffled. Belmont wasn't known for making sense, but that was a poor attempt even for him. Perhaps he even realised that, because he sighed as though Alucard was being unreasonable. "Sypha's in the library. Probably take an army to get her out of there. Maybe two. And my cloak's in Gresit."
"So you've invaded my bed because you're cold."
Belmont snorted into the pillow. "Yes Alucard, the only warm place in your icebox of a castle is right here, in your bed."
"If you think I'm going to surrender it, you'll be sorely disappointed."
There was an answering huff that might have been laughter; it was hard to tell with the pillows muffling it. "You can do what you like, I don't care."
Alucard generously didn't mention that what he liked might leave Belmont evicted from the bed, the room, or the castle. "I would like to sleep. Where you choose to be while I do that is no concern of mine." His right hand crept to rest over the scar on his chest, before he forced it back to the bed.
"So we're agreed!" Belmont flailed an arm out to shove some of the covers haphazardly over Alucard as well, only nearly punching him in the face. "Now go the fuck to sleep."
Alucard snorted. Sleep had started to feel like an escape, in much the way that a fall into ice-water might be an escape from fire. He had slept under Gresit to let his body heal; he slept after his father's death as though that would numb the grief and guilt. He could hardly expect that escape with Belmont stuffed into his bed.
But Belmont's breathing evened out slowly. And he radiated a drunkard's warmth, for all his complaints of being cold. Alucard would never have expected that to be comfortable, and yet —
Alucard woke up to find Belmont tucked against his side. For such a large man, he seemed to make himself small in his sleep; body curled in, his head on Alucard's shoulder, one of his hands over Alucard's, cradled against Alucard's chest. It was easier to believe that he had been alone for years after seeing him sleep like a child afraid of the dark.
Sypha was leaning over the bed, a hand out as if to touch one of them. "I was going to wake him," she whispered. "He has his own bed, he does not need yours as well."
And Alucard thought of the nights this bed had stood cold and empty while he haunted his own home like a ghost, and reached out to stay Sypha's hand. "Let him sleep."
"Are you sure? He snores. And he will drool on your shoulder."
"I am." And when Sypha sat back, as though preparing to leave, he added "You are welcome to join us."
That made Sypha hesitate, emotions flicking across her face almost faster than he could follow. Confusion, perhaps, and something that could have been longing. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't want you to miss his face when he wakes up." Which was true, and probably the most honest answer he could give. It worked; Sypha laughed soundlessly, and started to pull off her robes.
He'd expected her to climb in beside Belmont, but to his surprise she came around the bed to slide in on his other side. Her hands were cold as she found his shoulder, and then she lay down on her side with inches of distance between them.
"I am more used to sleeping around people," she whispered. "It is very strange to wake in the night with no one around. I don't think I could get used to the quiet."
"Is that why you came looking for Belmont? So you would not be alone?"
He could see her in the dark, her eyelashes fluttering. "It is easier when he is there."
"If it would help you, you are welcome to my bed whenever you like," he said, because there was no better way for him to phrase it. "I can't promise that it will be comfortable, or that you will get what you require from it, but if it would help."
There was a long pause, and Alucard forced himself to close his eyes, to give her what privacy he could. "Thank you, Alucard. I will remember that." A hand brushed the back of his, then rested there; without thinking he turned his own palm-up beneath it, so that their fingers could interlace. "You are always welcome in our bed in return."
He had no idea what to say to that, so he made a noise of acknowledgement. He could feel the silent puff of laughter shake her, and smiled. Not long after, Sypha appeared to drift off, her hand still entwined with his and her breath warm against his shoulder.
Alucard woke up the next morning to find that Sypha had stolen all of the covers except the blanket that Belmont had brought with him, and that Belmont had indeed drooled on his shoulder. But any dreams he'd had vanished like morning mist, drowned out by the way that Belmont complained and half-heartedly tried to tug the blankets back from her, and the way that Sypha only allowed it enough that she was reeled into Alucard's arms.
For the first time since his mother's death, sleep had felt like peace.
Castlevania | I cannot dream tonight
G | 1121 words | Alucard, Trevor, and Sypha (hence blink and you miss it OT3 agenda) | No warnings | Set post season 2, ignores everything after that because I still haven't seen it.
Alucard woke up as his door crashed open, sword flying out of its sheath before he fully opened his eyes. It arced across the room in a flash of silver, and Alucard managed to stay its motion just before it skewered Belmont in the doorway. Not that Belmont seemed to care at all; he batted the sword out of the way like he might have done a cobweb.
Alucard is just trying to sleep. Everyone keeps piling into his bed.
Alucard woke up as his door crashed open, sword flying out of its sheath before he fully opened his eyes. It arced across the room in a flash of silver, and Alucard managed to stay its motion just before it skewered Belmont in the doorway. Not that Belmont seemed to care at all; he batted the sword out of the way like he might have done a cobweb, and staggered across Alucard's bedroom on bare feet. He was wrapped in a blanket and reeked of wine; perhaps the smell had been what saved his life.
"Sypha's still in the library," he announced, in what might have been intended as a whisper. "Move over."
Alucard quirked a brow at him, but slid sideways across the bed as Belmont pushed at him. His reward was Belmont crawling into the space he left behind, blanket and all, and making himself comfortable in Alucard's bed. It was audacious enough that Alucard didn't stop him. He just watched as Belmont burrowed into Alucard's pillows and pulled Alucard's covers up around his own shoulders.
"What are you doing, Belmont?" he asked, surprised to hear how bored the question sounded, as though drunk men climbed into his bed every night.
"I don't have my cloak anymore. Left it under the speakers' house in Gresit." Belmont's face was half-hidden in the pillows, his voice muffled. Belmont wasn't known for making sense, but that was a poor attempt even for him. Perhaps he even realised that, because he sighed as though Alucard was being unreasonable. "Sypha's in the library. Probably take an army to get her out of there. Maybe two. And my cloak's in Gresit."
"So you've invaded my bed because you're cold."
Belmont snorted into the pillow. "Yes Alucard, the only warm place in your icebox of a castle is right here, in your bed."
"If you think I'm going to surrender it, you'll be sorely disappointed."
There was an answering huff that might have been laughter; it was hard to tell with the pillows muffling it. "You can do what you like, I don't care."
Alucard generously didn't mention that what he liked might leave Belmont evicted from the bed, the room, or the castle. "I would like to sleep. Where you choose to be while I do that is no concern of mine." His right hand crept to rest over the scar on his chest, before he forced it back to the bed.
"So we're agreed!" Belmont flailed an arm out to shove some of the covers haphazardly over Alucard as well, only nearly punching him in the face. "Now go the fuck to sleep."
Alucard snorted. Sleep had started to feel like an escape, in much the way that a fall into ice-water might be an escape from fire. He had slept under Gresit to let his body heal; he slept after his father's death as though that would numb the grief and guilt. He could hardly expect that escape with Belmont stuffed into his bed.
But Belmont's breathing evened out slowly. And he radiated a drunkard's warmth, for all his complaints of being cold. Alucard would never have expected that to be comfortable, and yet —
Alucard woke up to find Belmont tucked against his side. For such a large man, he seemed to make himself small in his sleep; body curled in, his head on Alucard's shoulder, one of his hands over Alucard's, cradled against Alucard's chest. It was easier to believe that he had been alone for years after seeing him sleep like a child afraid of the dark.
Sypha was leaning over the bed, a hand out as if to touch one of them. "I was going to wake him," she whispered. "He has his own bed, he does not need yours as well."
And Alucard thought of the nights this bed had stood cold and empty while he haunted his own home like a ghost, and reached out to stay Sypha's hand. "Let him sleep."
"Are you sure? He snores. And he will drool on your shoulder."
"I am." And when Sypha sat back, as though preparing to leave, he added "You are welcome to join us."
That made Sypha hesitate, emotions flicking across her face almost faster than he could follow. Confusion, perhaps, and something that could have been longing. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't want you to miss his face when he wakes up." Which was true, and probably the most honest answer he could give. It worked; Sypha laughed soundlessly, and started to pull off her robes.
He'd expected her to climb in beside Belmont, but to his surprise she came around the bed to slide in on his other side. Her hands were cold as she found his shoulder, and then she lay down on her side with inches of distance between them.
"I am more used to sleeping around people," she whispered. "It is very strange to wake in the night with no one around. I don't think I could get used to the quiet."
"Is that why you came looking for Belmont? So you would not be alone?"
He could see her in the dark, her eyelashes fluttering. "It is easier when he is there."
"If it would help you, you are welcome to my bed whenever you like," he said, because there was no better way for him to phrase it. "I can't promise that it will be comfortable, or that you will get what you require from it, but if it would help."
There was a long pause, and Alucard forced himself to close his eyes, to give her what privacy he could. "Thank you, Alucard. I will remember that." A hand brushed the back of his, then rested there; without thinking he turned his own palm-up beneath it, so that their fingers could interlace. "You are always welcome in our bed in return."
He had no idea what to say to that, so he made a noise of acknowledgement. He could feel the silent puff of laughter shake her, and smiled. Not long after, Sypha appeared to drift off, her hand still entwined with his and her breath warm against his shoulder.
Alucard woke up the next morning to find that Sypha had stolen all of the covers except the blanket that Belmont had brought with him, and that Belmont had indeed drooled on his shoulder. But any dreams he'd had vanished like morning mist, drowned out by the way that Belmont complained and half-heartedly tried to tug the blankets back from her, and the way that Sypha only allowed it enough that she was reeled into Alucard's arms.
For the first time since his mother's death, sleep had felt like peace.
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Date: 2024-09-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Love how you characterise all of them - Sypha used to people around, Trevor who's been alone for years, Alucard's yearning for people despite/because of what he's been through. And aww that ending.