Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Sypha P.O.V.

For as many times as Y/N has said she isn't a gourmet cook, she has proven she was a complete liar. We all sat around this afternoon and helped with dinner preparations, watched closely as she went about cooking, set up the area we were eating in and helped set the table. In the meantime, she breezed though everything as if it was second nature.

"How is it," Trevor said while rubbing his stomach, "that you continually manage to make me never want to leave this place as long as you're going to cook like this?"

"I have to agree," I added. "You keep saying you're not the greatest, but then turn around and make something like this."

"Guys," she said on a giggle. "You flatter me, but the truth is I learned how to cook early in life. I started learning to cook at my grandmother's knee around six years old, and just kept going from there."

"Six?" I said. It was incredible to think about how things have changed from my time to hers. As a child, we Speakers were given certain tasks to do when it came to our meals, but the children were never allowed to do more for the meal than gather utensils and plates. That was if we had game or something like that. Other duties would be for us to help wash vegetables and get water for everyone to drink, but that was about all we were allowed.

"She was a cook at a diner with my grandfather, so she had to make a lot of different things. She started small, you know, cracking eggs and whipping them up for omelets and things like that, then taught me how to make bread dough and stuff. As I got older, the lessons got harder. Using the flat top at the diner to make eggs, bacon, sausage. Then baking off bread and biscuits, chopping vegetables and meats. The older and taller I got, the more she'd teach me."

"Yeah," Trevor said, "but one would think she stopped teaching you with as short as you are."

"You're an ass, Belmont," Alucard said.

"I second that," I added. "In case you hadn't noticed, the stove top isn't exactly on the top of a mountain."

Y/N only laughed. "It's true that she wanted to stop because I was having trouble reaching the back of the flat top, but I would just bring an empty crate over to stand on so I could continue learning. And then, when my family found out that I could cook, they had me preparing meals for them. Father had his favorites, mother had hers, and my bitch of a sister would ask for one thing, change her mind and ask for another."

I was getting upset about this subject. I could just imagine all the hardships Y/N had to go though with her family based on how she and her sister were the other night. Trevor and I had sat up that night and talked about it, about how the two of us felt horrible for unleashing that beast on Y/N because we opened the door. All that happened wouldn't have if we hadn't opened the door.

"Actually," Alucard said, "now that you've brought up the whole family thing, Y/N, I would like to talk to you about mine."

"What tripe are you talking about now, Fang Face?"

Turning to look Trevor in the eye, Alucard said, "Y/N told me she encountered my mother and father in the Infinite Corridor. She then asked me what I would think about her bringing them back."

"Bring them back?" I exclaimed. "Why on earth would you offer to do that, Y/N?" I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but the idea that we might have to fight Dracula again chilled me to the bone.

"Well, think about it this way," Y/N began. "The fight that you guys had to have with him wouldn't be something to worry about because his wife would be coming with him. That was my thinking anyway."