𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕒.𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠.

{🍒}Pr.Aylin x Danger Duck-Dimauri{☕}❄

{⚘}Count Duckula x Kokoro{💖} ✨

Have to admit, I love the streaks in his hair. 

A Vampire Damsel in Distress

Summary: Danger Mouse is ready for a relaxing vacation when a certain vegetarian vampire asks for his help with a… family matter.  The super spy didn’t expect to find himself enjoying Duckula’s company, or developing feelings for him.  

(inspired by a cute picture I found online of Danger Mouse and Duckula cuddling - which I cannot seem to find again!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27752755

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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Request

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This was the life, Danger Mouse thought, as he flew the danger car leisurely through the air.  With Penfold off visiting relatives, Danger Mouse had the entire week of vacation time to himself.  No missions, no responsibilities, no villai…” 

“Danger Mouse!” Duckula appeared in the seat next to him, startling the super spy into spinning the steering wheel.  The flying car did several loops before the mouse was able to get it back under control. 

“Duckula, you can’t just appear out of thin air like that!  I’m on vacation, for one thing…” Danger Mouse paused, taking a closer look at his new travel companion.  The purple-suited duck was gasping for breath, his chest heaving in and out.  “Are you okay?” 

“Danger Mouse!  You have to help me!” Duckula reached out, grabbing his arm tightly.  Crimson eyes gazed up at the super spy - panicked and pleading.  

“If this is some kind of trap…” the spy began, only to be cut off.  

“It’s not a trap!” Duckula released his arm, bracing his shoes on the seat to wrap his arms around his knees.  He was dressed in his purple suit, but his familiar red cape was missing.  “I…” The duck turned to gaze out the window.  “What do you know about vampires?” 

Danger Mouse raised a brow.  “Other than you, you mean.  Well, I know that the stories say that vampires are undead, blood-sucking monsters.  They hate garlic, fear sunlight, and even turn into bats.  But those are just stories.” 

“They’re not just stories,” Duckula grumbled, his eyes downcast. 

“But aren’t you a vegetarian?” Danger Mouse asked, swerving the car gently to the side to avoid a mountaintop. 

“I am a vegetarian, but my family… well, it turns out they’re not.  They showed up at my castle in the middle of the night.  I only escaped because they can’t stand the sun.” 

“Escaped?” Danger Mouse exclaimed.  “They were holding you hostage?  Is that why you’re not wearing your cape?” 

“It was the cape or me,” the vampire sighed.  “I distracted them with my cape, and then turned into a carrot bat, and fled out a window.  They tried to force me to drink blood - Actual BLOOD!” The count straightened, turning in his seat to gaze at the mouse sitting in the driver’s seat next to him.  “That’s why I need your help.  They’re trapped in my castle until nightfall, but after that, they’ll be hunting me.  Please say you’ll help me, Danger Mouse.” 

Danger Mouse sighed.  How could he say no to those big, crimson eyes which were staring pleadingly up at him?  To be fair, he did have a damsel-in-distress kink, no matter the gender of the damsel in need of rescuing. “Alright then.  A quick trip to Duckula Castle to deal with your unpleasant relatives, and then I can get back to my vacation.” 

The unexpected hug, and whispered, “Thank you,” were so soft and quiet that Danger Mouse almost thought he’d imagined it.  Almost.  The super spy side-glanced at his villainous companion, noting the rather adorable blush on his emerald cheeks.  “You’re most welcome, Duckula.” 

“Aaaaahhh!  Just drive,” the vampire insisted, burying his face in his hands in an attempt to hide his crimson cheeks. 

Count Duckula (1988) taking a gander at his future self (2015/16).