#Vlad Dracula x male reader

[marksbear2]

Vlad Dracula Tepes x Vampire male reader

⚠️Warnings!! Centuries on going situationship. Denial of love and feelings reader, internalized hatred and homophobia. Patient and yearning Dracula.⚠️

Shadows of Obsession

The moon hung heavy in the midnight sky, casting its pale light upon the vast expanse of Dracula's castle. A haunting silhouette stood on the balcony, gazing out over the horizon, his crimson eyes drinking in the landscape he had come to loathe. He was the ruler of night, the embodiment of death. Yet there was something that still gnawed at him, something buried deep within the recesses of his immortal heart.

Vlad Dracula Tepes, the lord of the night, stood alone. And yet, he wasn’t. He could feel you there, even without seeing you, your presence always on the periphery of his mind.

You had been his constant, a forbidden force, a contradiction to his every belief and yet, every desire. You were his obsession—the one thing he could not destroy, the one thing that both cursed and intrigued him.

You, the one who refused him.

His thoughts were always haunted by you, the one who had lingered in his life for centuries. You, the one who never fully surrendered to him.

The first time he'd laid eyes on you had been centuries ago, when you had both been nothing more than mere shadows drifting between realms of men and monsters. You had been so different from the others he had known, so defiant, so unyielding. You wore the darkness like a second skin, but there was something human in you still—a glimmer of weakness, a warmth he could not bear to acknowledge.

He had tried to claim you, to make you his in ways that were as inevitable as the turning of the earth. But each time, you resisted. You rejected him, rejected his love, his attention. Your pride was your armor. Your refusal was a wound to his ego.

You would disappear for years, sometimes centuries, only to find your way back to him, as though fate itself had conspired against you. He'd always find you in the shadows, always just on the cusp of reaching you. Your self-loathing matched his own, the bitter truth that no matter how far you went, you were drawn to him.

You were a vampire, bound by the same curse he carried, yet you were so different. You never wanted to belong to him. You couldn't. You couldn't allow yourself to be the object of his obsession, knowing the consequences of giving in to a love that was forbidden—one that could only destroy you both.

But still, the nights grew longer, and the connection between you deepened.

The memories were bitter, entwined in regret and yearning. A shared glance across the darkened halls of his castle. A fleeting touch on a cold, stone stairwell. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered words of longing, of a love that could never fully bloom.

"You always return to me," Dracula's voice would echo in the silence of your shared moments. It was a statement, not a question, because he knew it was true. The truth cut deeper than any blade could.

You'd turn away, always pretending indifference. But inside, you were drowning in the turmoil of your own heart. What you felt for him was not love. Not entirely. It was something darker, something more dangerous—a love born from centuries of tangled threads, the very nature of your souls binding you in ways that defied reason.

"I can never be yours," you would say, words heavy with the pain of years spent denying him. "You are not what I want. You never were."

His jaw clenched, the sharp edge of his fangs glinting as his eyes flashed with a fury that only you seemed to draw from him. "And yet, you cannot escape me. We are bound, whether you wish it or not."

The silence that followed was thick with the weight of unsaid things. There were no answers. Only the pull of the inevitable, the sense of fate that had you both locked in an eternal struggle, torn between desire and the bitter realization that you could never be free.

"I do not want to be your companion," you spat out, each word laced with venom. "I do not want to be a part of your dark kingdom."

And yet, the years passed, and you returned. Every time, the same bitter refusal followed by the same pull of desire, each encounter more suffocating than the last. Each time, Dracula would wait in the shadows, as patient as ever, knowing that your resistance would only bring you back to him.

In the quiet moments, when the world seemed still, he would look at you and wonder if you truly hated him or if you simply hated yourself more for loving him. But he never asked. And you never told him.

"You will come to me again, as you always do," he would say softly, his gaze fixed on you. "This is your fate. Our fate."

And, despite yourself, you would.

THE END

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MINORS DNI 18+

Commissions (n/sfw)

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Fandoms:

Call of Duty

Simon “Ghost” Riley

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soul Eater

Professor Stein

Spirit Alburn

JJK

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

My Hero Academia

Yagi “All Might” Toshinori

Aizawa “Eraserhead” Shouta

Castlevania

Vlad Dracula Tepes

Lisa Tepes

Adrian “Alucard” Tepes

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Hellsing

Alucard

Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)

Undertaker

Sebastian Michaelis

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Prompts:

Temperature Play

Anal

Sex Toys

Voyeurism

BDSM

Threesome

Dirty Talk

Phone sex

Size Difference

Handjob

Thigh Riding

Edging

Fingering

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Part 2 of the characters x reader ( just note I would like to do more than one thank you )

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Request List For Fandom X Reader Oneshots

Hello all, I'm making this due to it being a reminder of what I was going to write, or how many requests that people have made.

Please note that I will be updating this Journal Entry for any requests I have or haven't been requested (Since it's my own short story that I'm working on).

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[Fluff] Mitsuki Bakugo And Teen! Daughter Reader *Family Photo* {Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series<

[Fluff with a bit Of Angst] Shoto Todoroki And Twin Sister!Reader *Visiting* {Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series<

[Fluff] Toshinori Yagi And Female! Child Reader *Father Knows Best* Part Two {Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series<

[Angst] Dracula Vlad Tepes And Teen! Daughter Reader *Pain* {Castlevania} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series/Replay the Game(s)<

[Fluff] Dolcetto X Female! Chimera Reader *Dog and Wolf* {Fullmetal Alchemist} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series<

[Fluff] Miles X Wife! Armstrong Reader *Visiting The Family* {Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series<

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[Fluff] Breakdown And Female! Teenage Siren Reader *Siren's Friend* {Transformers Prime}

[Fluff] {Anime} Uncle! Dante And Teen! Niece Reader *Homecoming* Part One {Devil May Cry Anime}>Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series/Replay the Game(s)<

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[Angst] {DMC 2013} Father! Vergil And Teen! Daughter Reader *Nightmare* {Devil May Cry 2013} >Forgotten about, will type once I rewatched the series/Replay the Game(s)<

[Angst To Fluff] Cetrion And Teen! Female Demon! Reader *Demon’s Cry* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Cetrion And Female! Forest Spirit Child! Reader *Spring* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Human! Cyrax X Female! Reader *Hot Chocolate* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Aunt! Kitana And Teen! Demon Niece Reader *Aunt's Love* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Mileena And Teen! Demon Daughter! Reader  *Fireworks* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Mileena And Teen! Female Demon Reader *Tea* {Mortal Kombat}

[Angst to Fluff] Hanzo Hasashi And Grimm! Teen Daughter! Reader *Father's Love* {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Sheeva X Female! Human Reader *A Family?* Part Two {Mortal Kombat}

[Fluff] Grandmother! Sindel And Teen Siren! Granddaughter Reader *Grandmother's care* {Mortal Kombat}

[Angst To Fluff] Ulfric Stormcloak And Teen! Daughter! Reader *Lessons* {Skyrim}

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[???] Ruby Rose X Male! Reader *Photographs* Requested by HeroSperger {Wattpad}

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[demigoddessqueens]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write me headcanons for Dracula with a witch s/o please? He could be non human if you want! Have a good day 🦇

Sure thing!! 😉

As a witch growing into your power, you sought every scrap of knowledge to benefit you.

Leading you to come across the dark and foreboding castle that looms over you

Naturally, the resident vampire and Lord of Darkness does not take too kindly to strangers but he can smell the magic off of you

Automatically, he knows you’re not “human” but still entertain him. Amuse him. Why should he help you with your goals?

And just like that, your snark and wit as to why hooks him in. Cue the bow and smile “I think I might like you” as you scour every book and tome in the castle

The slow, albeit sweet, progressing romance leads you both to having a shared bond. Two lonely souls who found a shared interest

Longing looks across the library, hand holding (yours is small in his), and the deepest, darkest confessions that bind you two together

Stereotypical Goth romance 💕🖤❤️‍🔥

[a-deadly-serenade]

The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 17: Killers With the Cross [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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Arising from your turbulent slumber, you grimaced at the sensation of your clothes sticking to your skin from sweat. Your tongue swiped across your dry lips, a bitter taste filling your mouth and you sat up to reach for the pitcher of water you kept on your nightstand. Only then did you notice that you were the only one in bed and your eyebrows creased in confusion as you wondered where Adrian could have gone off to so early in the morning, for it still appeared dark outside.

Stretching out your sore limbs, you padded over to the windows and drew back the curtains, a loud thunderclap startling any previous fatigue that plagued your body. Large, grey clouds blanketed the sky, and bolts of lightning flashed in and out of view as a powerful storm slowly approached on the horizon.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you close the curtains with haste and head to the bathroom to splash some cool water on your face. A few droplets of water slowly cascaded down the tip of your nose as you took a moment to gaze at yourself in the mirror.

It had to all just be one big coincidence, right? A storm happening after seeing such a horrific vision? Surely…

Patting your face dry with a nearby washcloth, you decide to get ready for the day. Maybe you could ask Lisa to come with you to the greenhouse to tend to the plants? They would at least be excited about this storm.

The long hallways of the castle were all the more foreboding in the low light of the storm. Paintings rattled as thunder shook the walls and candles flickered from the occasional gust of wind bursting through an open window. You felt so on edge, almost breaking out into a sprint as you desperately tried to escape the fathomless stone halls and make it into the warm inviting kitchen. Sweat broke out on your forehead and you were all but panting when you turned the final corner and walked inside.

To your surprise, the kitchen was also empty, although it was obvious that someone had been here earlier.

There was a kettle beside the stove, its contents long since chilled and a single dish and knife, rested in the sink. A few crumbs were scattered on the table, a stick of butter and a jar of strawberry jam lying where presumably, someone had eaten breakfast.

You were more than a little disappointed, to say the least. Taking a seat on one of the empty chairs, you reached into the small wooden fruit bowl and grabbed an orange. After picking at the pith for several seconds, you finally managed to sink your nail into the tough skin and start peeling it back to reach the juicy contents hidden inside.

“Oh, good morning, little one.”

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being a werewolf in Vlad’s army.

Vlad walked up to one of his generals. Many thought that the y/h/c haired fighter was too young to be a general, but Vlad knew that there wasn’t anyone better to keep some of his more rowdy troops under control.

“Y/n, I want you to patrol the monastery tonight. Make sure everyone stays safe.” The youth nodded and picked up their sword.

“Of course. I’ll have some men guard the inside as well.” Vlad nodded and walked away. So far only his wife knew of his temporary condition, which included heightened senses. He thought his sense of smell must be off though. It didn’t make sense that some of his troops, including y/n didn’t smell entirely human, as if there was more than he could see.

Watching the king leave, a soldier walked up to y/n. The general turned to their soldier, a middle aged man named Aerin.

“The king smells different. Wrong. Dead.” The soldier shook his head and sniffed the air.

“It’s a bad sign, something happened.”

“Hush Aerin. I know his scent changed, but the man is still himself.” Y/n walked towards the rest of their soldiers, their pack and signaled them to stand. These wolves had lost their alpha, and had been lost without a pack leader until y/n came along and started leading them.

“Alright men, we have orders. The king wants us to guard the people in case we’re attacked. I want men outside and in the halls. Others will join me...” Y/n continued giving their orders, not knowing the tragedy about to befall their people.

<—>

Mirena was dead, and Îngeraș was a prisoner. Y/n was lightly wounded and covered in their enemies blood, but that wasn’t a concern now.

What was a concern was that Vlad smelled completely inhuman, like their queen’s blood and something rotten. Y/n didn’t want him near the survivors and the wounded and was blocking his path.

“My king, I can’t let you in here. You aren’t acting like yourself.”

“Take your men, and go. I only need these few.” Vlad tried to push past only to have his path blocked again.

“My king please don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” Y/n’s tone held a pleading note but Vlad was not moved.

“Go. You’re dismissed. You failed to protect my people, and many have died. You are dishonored.”

“Vlad-“ The vampire king silenced his now former general.

“Now!” He shoved past them, intent on turning his remaining people to save his son when a heavy weight slammed into him causing his sword to clatter off to the side. Whatever had tackled Vlad jumped into his path to block him.

Gasping, he stood and faced not a human but a a large wolf, fur shaggy and teeth sharp. The worst however were it’s eyes. They were a y/e/c and wild yet so human at the same time. Vlad recognized those eyes.

“Y/n?” The wolf growled and planted its feet on the ground. Vlad charged and the two fought in the hall. Soon the vampire held the wolf by its scruff and was trying to knock it out when the cave vampire’s voice echoed in his mind.

‘Give it your blood. Make it obey your commands.’ Vlad shook his head and slammed the wolf onto the ground. Y/n shifted back into their human form, panting heavily. Vlad stood over them and pulled out a knife.

“I’m sorry y/n, but I need to do this.” Raising the knife, the vampire cut the palm of his hand and with some difficulty forced the werewolf’s mouth to the wound. Y/n struggled in the King’s hold and tried not to swallow any of the blood, but some of it still went down their throat. Soon their struggling stopped and Vlad pulled his hand away.

The werewolf’s eyes looked up at him, pupils dilated and blood dripping from their mouth. They didn’t make any move towards or away from the vampire. Vlad stood and looked down at the werewolf. He would make use of the beast later.

“Stay here and don’t follow no matter how much you wish to.” Y/n stayed in their spot while the vampire walked away. They didn’t move while the people screamed at the pain of turning into a vampire, didn’t move as the newborns ran out to search for a meal.

They didn’t move until their king, their leader, their master commanded them to move.

<—>

The year was 1897, and y/n was leading their pack through the woods of the Carpathian Mountains near Dracula’s castle. They knew that the date was spring, probably early May. The night held the usual noises of the mountains-

And the sound of an old creaking carriage. It carried many people, and there were cries urging it to go faster. It stopped, and y/n could hear voices speaking. With a silent order to the pack to stay where they were, the former general crept closer. A whispered voice from the old carriage that carried on the wind said one thing:

“Denn die Todten reiten schnell!”

For the dead travel fast. Now this was interesting. Returning to the pack, y/n led them down towards the path closer to the castle. There they waited, and soon there was the sound of a new carriage-one that was well taken care of. The master’s carriage.

One wolf began howling, and the rest joined in. With a quick bark y/n silenced them and headed towards the carriage. Dracula was not usually out this time, not if he could help it. Coming into view of the carriage revealed a scared human male. The pack surrounded the male and the horses while the male called for a coachman to return.

It would be better to kill him before he was taken to the castle. The wolves would kill him quickly, but the brides would torture him, drain him slowly until there was nothing left but a husk. Y/n was about to pounce until a figure appeared in front of them. The master.

“Go, now! It is not your time. Soon I promise, but not yet!” Dracula swept his arms as if brushing away something. The pack of wolves reluctantly retreated back into the woods.

They would be patient. They would listen to their master. They didn’t have much of a choice.

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For those who don’t know, the last bit is the scene in the novel Dracula that takes place on the night of May 5, which in the book was St. George’s Day (when evil things occur). So that “scared human male”? Yeah, that’s Jonathan Harker. The beginning of the end if you will.

[alfredosauce50]

From a past life [Yandere vampire! Romania x reader]

Synopsis: For centuries, he waited for your return--your rebirth. So when he finally learns of your whereabouts just outside of Wallachia, he rushes to meet you in hopes of becoming what you both used to be. But he runs into a predicament when he learns you're in a relationship with a man, a pesky human mortal by the name of Daniel. He'll do anything to get rid of him, even if he has to play dirty. He made a promise to you that he would find you for the rest of your lifetimes, so God forbid that he breaks it. Wordcount: 3, 813 The reader is referred to as she/her.

A trip to Romania had always been on your bucket list. Your boyfriend was just as excited to go, but he wouldn’t have been if it turned out to be the last trip you'd ever go on with him.

Today was when you would visit the highlight of your itinerary. On the Transylvania side of the border with Wallachia, and nestled in miles of rolling hills, was Bran castle. The awe-inspiring fortress told one of the most famous tales of old as Count Dracula's abode. Or at least, it was rumored to be as it fit the description of it.

Needless to say, you were dragging him around the estate to admire anything and everything that piqued your interest or served as a potential photo spot. “Oh, hurry up, Daniel! This is where he slept!” Scrambling closer to the grand bed, which was certainly framed with more wood than needed, you leaned in behind the red rope that fenced off the artifact. Then, you flashed him a wide grin.

He returned the gesture with a tender smile of his own. “I'm as old as this castle, kicsim. Let me take things in slowly.”

“You're only three years older than me. I don't think you have the right to call me little or yourself old.” Flattening your lips at that, your frown melted away as quickly as it appeared.

“But look! Dracula's sheets and mattress. Though it would make more sense to say it was Vlad's... The guy he was based on. Hmm, but that wouldn't make sense either.”

The man rubbed the nape of his neck with a soft laugh. It was no doubt he shared your enthusiasm, but your unapologetic passion always made him fall harder than he already had. “Yep. I believe he was imprisoned here. I don't think he'd be getting the master bedroom.” He appeared from behind and rested himself on your head as you placed a pistol grip on your chin.

“Even then, I can't imagine him sleeping so soundly after sticking so many sticks up people's--” Two strong arms squeezed around your waist to make you gasp.

“Ah-!”

“Okay! What do you say we go down to the gardens for a walk, hm?”

And that was exactly what the two of you did. Skipping out in front of him, you held onto his hands and swung his arms. “I'm gonna go down to the pond, okay? You can enjoy this place nice and slowly like the old person you are.”

This was the greenest garden you ever had the pleasure to stroll through, even the tea house blended in with its moss-covered roof. It only emphasized how ancient this castle really was, and something about it delighted you in ways you couldn't articulate.

“Alright, kicsim. I'll see what nice flowers I'll add to my hair.” Daniel scooped the pink blossom from his hazel brown bangs and placed it behind your ear. “When I do, I'll come get you. Don't let any vampires find you before I do.” Shooting you a wink at that, you pecked him on the nose before running off.

Who would have thought those words would ring truer than he intended? Several miles away, slept a man who was as old as Bran castle. His name too was Vlad, though he never earned such a fearsome reputation by impaling his enemies. Instead, he kept a low profile and dedicated his long, neverending life to finding someone.

Every restless night, she was what he dreamed of since her passing.

When I go, promise me you'll find me again.

Promise me.

Fluttering his eyes awake, they glowed a blood-red in the darkness of his bedroom. They drooped with a tiredness that never seemed to go away no matter how much he rested.

Sliding off the mattress, he folded the flaps of his robes tightly around his body before making his way into the halls. Every corner of this humble countryside cottage he called his home was enshrouded with shadows, and not to mention the thick coating of dust caking the top of every shelf, couch, and tabletop.

He hadn't cleaned this house for centuries. His will to try withered away through the years in his lonesome, but he was patient. Peeking through the gap between the curtains of his overgrown hair, his irises shrunk as the blinding daylight poured into them through the drapes of his living room window. He could feel it in his dead still heart.

Something had changed.

Out there in the world scorched by the sun, was something even warmer. And it was so familiar, so tender, he could not mistake it for anything else, or anybody else for that matter.

She was nearby, and the thought filled him to the brim with a joy so potent, tears of relief welled in his wide eyes. He had waited hundreds of years for this moment. For her return. Her rebirth that would usher in his own.

The prospect was so invigorating, he felt as if his heart began to beat again. He never felt so alive. Scurrying back to his bedroom, he sat in front of his vanity to access his appearance. He had to look presentable before meeting her, hadn't he? A bedhead like this and nightwear would simply not do.

Especially when he hadn't cut his hair for at least twenty years.

Giving his long locks of strawberry-blonde a thorough comb, he let it fall straight down to his lower back. With a few quick snips, he shortened his bangs by a few inches to give the impression he had some sort of control over an otherwise uncontrollable mane of hair.

As he shed himself of his robes in exchange for day clothes, a white dress shirt paired with dark plaid pants, one singular thought repeated in his head like a broken record. As morbid as it sounded, it was more of a Godsend than anything.

Death was never the end. Not for her, and not for him. Or rather, a new beginning.

But it didn't start the way he imagined. Following her sweet scent to the gardens of the famed Bran castle, he found the smell growing more and more pungent, albeit confused. It was mixed with another's, tainted by the stench of a human male. His irises thinned to slits, and he tensed up all over. How could this be?

Hiding behind a tree, he peered over the side to confirm his suspicion.

There she was, her beauty as pristine and untouched as the last time he loved her. For just one second, he was over the moon. But his euphoria was short-lived when he saw that she was with a man. Kissing him, even. Even though it was just on the nose, any further down her face would have caused him to start an apocalypse.

That insignificant, trifling, and scheming little creature. He was about to reap what he sowed. How dare he take his place? It was him she was meant to with, not that pesky mortal!

Whipping his head to the front, his eyes went round with disbelief and his breathing grew ragged. An unfathomable ache spread in his chest as he dug his nails into the bark. How could he have let this happen? It took every shred of his willpower to keep the waterworks at bay.

His throbbing heart was also weighed down with a pang of heavy guilt. To allow another soul to be this close to her was a grave disservice to the promise he made. But that didn't mean he couldn't undo this.

In just a few seconds, he formulated an intricate plan to carry out well-deserved revenge. To have her in his arms again, and him, out of the picture where he belonged. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. When he spun around, he grabbed him by the neck and caught him in a trance with his hypnotizing, inhuman gaze.

“You will give these flowers to the nearest young woman you see. Put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” Opening his own palm, he materialized three peonies before placing them in the other's.

Unable to escape the powerful snare cast by a vampire such as himself, Daniel did so as told. “I will give these flowers to the nearest young woman I see. I will put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” He reiterated monotonously with his eyes glazed over.

Watching the helpless man saunter off, he smirked devilishly as he exchanged glances with his long-lost lover. This would hurt her a great deal, but she would only be devastated if he never did it.

You had been watching the pond, completely ignorant to the scene that was about to unfold. Little did you know, it was purposely orchestrated. Using a stick to prod at your reflection, you lingered on the ripples distorting it before glancing up. In the distance was none other than your boyfriend, and judging from the pink in his hands, he found his flowers.

So you stood up. You would have snuck up on him as a surprise, but your feet remained firmly planted on the ground when you witnessed him give it away, then flirt with another woman. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He was kissing her!

Frankly, you couldn't believe it. One year was all it took for him to lose interest? Blood flushed your face as bile rose in your throat. How could he? And during a vacation at that, too! Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you blinked them away when you heard the light treading of feet nearby.

This had to be a misunderstanding. Right?

Spinning to the source, you found yourself staring at the most peculiar man you had ever seen. He carried a delicate parasol to shade him from the sunlight. Combined with his pasty white skin, it was almost as if he was one of the very mythological creatures the country was renowned for.

He smiled gently, almost understandingly.

“Are you alright, domnișoară? I have a spare handkerchief if you'd like.” His alluring voice was as bewitching as a siren, but his mere presence brought you unspeakable comfort. And yet, he was nothing but a stranger, an odd one at that, so you were at a loss to realize that all it took for you to gravitate towards him was for your eyes to meet.

“I'm okay, thank you. But I couldn't possibly accept something like that. I mean, I don't know you...” Waving your hands at the man apologetically, you took the opportunity to scan him up and down.

As if he walked right out of a fairytale, he oozed prince-like charm. His clothes were traditional and refined, but that long, silky hair of his was certainly a rare sight--rare but breathtakingly beautiful. It gave his character untold notions of grandeur, mystery, and an inexplicable impression he was ancient.

But that couldn't be, not when he didn't look a day over twenty.

“What do you mean, you won't take it? It's yours.” He pulled out a small piece of fabric from his sleeve. Placing the finely embroidered cloth into your palm, he never gave you the chance to object. “It would be rude to regift something, so you'll have to keep it forever.” Mischief curled at his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

“Alright, alright, you got me there.”

You dabbed away the moisture before breathing out a sigh.

“I'm sure you're a very nice person, but I can't bother you more than I already have. Thank you, again, Mr. Vampire.” If it weren't for how heartbroken you were, you would have been mortified. Being pitied by a Romanian local was never part of your plan.

Just when you were betrayed by Daniel, he appeared like a knight in shining armor. If only you could forget what happened between you and your boyfriend. Otherwise, you would be bragging about meeting a vampire in Romania for as long as you could talk.

“Mr. Vampire?” He lifted his head before revealing a pair of sharp fangs in a grin. Now that caught you off guard. “You don't see me calling you miss human--and I have a name, thank you very much.” As he placed his gloved hand on his chest to playfully feign offense, he bit back another smile at the sound of your amused giggling.

Despite what happened a few minutes ago, talking to this actor was making you feel better already.

“And let me guess, is it Alucard?” You shook your head. “Or is it Vlad? You can't possibly call yourself Dracula looking like that.”

He blinked incredulously, then curved an arm over his face as if to cover himself with his non-existent cloak. “How did you know?”

“That your name is Alucard?”

“No, Vlad.”

“Okay, close enough. It was nice meeting you, Vlad, but I have a stupid boyfriend to scream at.” At the mention of that, you looked like you were on the verge of tears again. “All I'm hoping is that he's still my boyfriend after this. If only he were as much of a gentleman as you.”

He reflected your distress in a frown, and you would have been surprised by how much this apparently bothered him. But you already walked off. So he offered one last niceity before you strayed too far. “Good luck with your boyfriend.”

“No promises.”

He let those two words affect him more than he intended. Needless to say, he moved on quickly to watch you run to the unsuspecting brunette. Soon, his anguish was staved off by the sight of you shoving him back a few steps.

What looked like a one-sided argument broke out, and all the poor, confused man could do was just that--be confused. Shortly after, you stormed off, and he jogged behind, desperately calling your name.

A sinister smile cracked at Vlad's lips, and his irises glowed red. That little thing had no idea what was yet to happen to him.

That night, Daniel took you to the Brașov city hall for dinner. The beautiful buildings surrounding a fountain were as traditional as they were clean. Too bad your zeal was burned away by your anger. In the few hours in the hotel before, he barely managed to soothe it by explaining himself. A given, considering his explanation made no sense whatsoever.

He couldn't remember flirting with a woman.

“I think we could share a pizza. Are you okay with that?” Lifting his gaze to meet yours, you only turned away to stare out the window into the endless night. Your spaciness was deserved on his part, but little did he know, it only had so much to do with his wrongdoings.

The eccentric local never left your mind. After all, he gave you something to smile about with his whimsical kindness.

Vlad must have been an entertainer, a virtuoso at that, but his actions never came off as ingenuine. To be frank, you were drawn to his sincerity, and even looking for him subconsciously, wishing that he could magically appear because you willed it.

If only Daniel could be just as sincere.

“I must be okay with a lot of things.” His face fell. The same sorrow from when he was at the hotel room returned, but you couldn't care to give it any attention. “Like you pretending you didn't kiss someone right in front of me because you don't remember. I'm not stupid. Who else would have long hair tied back and flowers in their fringe?”

Daniel knitted his brows so tightly together, creases formed between them. “... I know it sounds like I'm lying, but I swear to you I didn't do it. You know me, (F/N).” At this point, he hadn't the foggiest what to say to appease you because he simply didn't do it. “I promise. All I'm asking is for you to trust me.”

“You promise?” You fumed.

There was only one thing you hated more than a liar.

“I trusted you, Daniel, I really did. But how could you ask me to trust you after I talked to that girl? She remembered it, so why can't you? Did you think I was that crazily into you I could let anything slide?” The biting truth silenced him, but it was the sound of you choking back tears that broke his heart.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom to think this over.”

He had no way to argue with you, let alone the heart to when it was just broken and crushed to a thin slab of flesh. What if he really did kiss someone, and miraculously forgot?

“When I come back, I better not see you kissing anybody again.”

Standing up at that, he watched you leave with a defeated expression. Then, he folded his arms across the table and buried his face into it. There was no way he could fail that, could he?

What were the odds of kissing someone again when he had absolutely no intention to? The chances were dwindling at zero as he kept his head down. Unless supernatural forces were at work, nothing could get him to budge from sitting at this table.

But even he couldn't count on the world of the mundane to save him.

Sitting a few tables away was the exact opposite of mundane. When the front door slammed shut, he stood up and walked to the customer with their head down. While all the men in the establishment wore their hair short, his was long and flowing like time itself. There was something other-worldly about him. Something ghostly in the way he walked.

With every step he took, his feet never seemed to touch the ground as if he was floating. And his pale complexion was just as macabre as how he carried himself.

Not a minute passed, and Daniel found himself standing outside by the fountain. With absolutely no recollection, he somehow left the restaurant and wound up here in the festive courtyard. As shock paralyzed him from head to toe, the only thought that occurred to him was this. What in the hell was going on?

Rather than sitting head down in the warm restaurant, he was out here, chilled by the biting European cold. Couldn't he have at least remembered the transition?

In front of him was the same woman he supposedly flirted with in the gardens. And judging from the blush on her cheeks, he just threw away all his chances at making up with you.

“Listen, I... I don't know you. Forget me. Forget this ever happened.” Daniel trembled, feeling a chill run down his spine as he staggered back a few steps. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. There was just no sound explanation for this when this situation wasn't sound at all. Whatever it was, this was clearly a case of sabotage.

And like hell he was giving in to whoever that masterminded it.

He ran back inside with a fearful kind of urgency. Rushing back to the table he unwillingly abandoned, he froze when he saw you marching towards him down the aisle with murder on your mind. But death was too lenient a punishment. It would grant him a clean slate, a new beginning from a past life of unfaithfulness.

So he was splashed with a glass of red wine instead.

As the crimson liquid soaked his hair, it spread over his shirt like blood. After you saw what he did, the last shred of hope you didn't know you had died, squelched out there on his clothes for the world to see. A chorus of gasps was heard from every corner of the restaurant. Unbeknownst to the patrons who murmured amongst themselves, it wasn't just any lover's quarrel they were watching.

Daniel's breath hitched as he struggled to process his mortification. Behind you stood the very gentleman that tapped him awake, but he never made the connection between him and his misfortunes.

And perhaps, it was better that way.

After leaving your boyfriend for good, Vlad offered to walk with you around the city. Once again, he had swooped in to save you, only this time around, he was staying.

“So... What are you gonna do now?” He asked, casting a tender gaze your way. Before you could wrap your arms around yourself, he beat you to it and flung his cloak around your body. When you gawked at him, he only grinned toothily with his fangs.

Your cheeks reddened and you turned away. Why he was still in his vampire getup was beyond you. But seeing his enthusiasm only reminded you that you lost yours. “... Book another hotel room. Spend the rest of this holiday crying. Maybe never think of this country ever again.”

“And I'm not letting you do any of those things.” He hummed, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Why do you think I'm walking with you right now, hm? I'm gonna take you around to the best spots in Transylvania. The most haunted ones, I mean. So you can forget about going back to the hotel.”

You sighed but managed a small smile. “That's great and all, but I'm not made of money. And my stuff is all there.”

He squinted. “... Oh yeah. But after we get your stuff, we can go elsewhere, can't we?”

A few laughs fell from your lips. His generosity really knew no bounds. “Your house, then? You do realize I only met you today, right?”

Vlad closed his eyes. He could beg to differ.

“But you're still walking with me alone. In the dark.”

“Only because you saw me cry twice today. I wouldn't be mad if you killed me so I don't have to be so embarrassed.” He frowned at the sound of that, so you added this. “I was just kidding. Something about you just makes me feel... Strangely comfortable. Like I've met you before. Isn't that weird?”

“... Not really.” Reaching the top of a hill, he stared at an old castle in the distance, sitting high up in the mountains. “There's a legend about this city. Hundreds of years ago, a vampire and a human woman fell in love. She died, of course. But people say he's still around, waiting for her to reincarnate so they can be together again.”

The way he spoke was so sad, it was almost as if he was that very vampire himself. But what did that have to do with you?

“... Okay. Then do you think he'll ever find her?”

Vlad turned to you with an unreadable expression, but there was an untold fondness in how he looked at you.

“He already has.”

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We love you just the way you are

Anonymous said: I hope it’s okay to submit a sentence that is not on the prompt list:

“I’m totally okay.” | “No, you’re not. You’re shaking like a leaf. Tell me what’s wrong.” With Werewolf!Reader and Castlevania Trio?

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Castlevania Trio x Werewolf! Reader using requester created prompt: “I’m totally okay.” | “No, you’re not. You’re shaking like a leaf. Tell me what’s wrong.”

//I want to let people know that you are more than welcome to create prompt sentences and request them. If you see a prompt sentence that isn’t on the prompt list, create one yourself and ask away! Just because it isn’t on the prompt list doesn’t mean I’m not going to write it//

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You were the last of your kind. There was no one else like you. The last Werewolf in Wallachia. Werewolves used to be extremely common in Wallachia. They used to be the second largest, thriving group of Night Creatures, aside from the Vampires. But, things started going south when the Vampires and Werewolves started hating each other. The Werewolves claimed that the Vampires killed their Chief long ago. The Vampires claimed that the Werewolves kept stealing their food sources. The first claim, was, in fact, true. One of the very first Vampires to ever walk Wallachia, even older than Dracula himself, had hunted down and killed the very first Werewolf that walked Wallachia, thus starting an age old feud that wouldn’t be remember until a thousand decades after it had taken place.

Then, on top of the fighting and killing from both sides, there were the Monster Hunters, like the Belmonts. The Belmonts not only killed Vampires and Demons, they killed Werewolves as well. Any creature that wasn’t deemed “natural” by the people of Wallachia was to be exterminated. Pushed to extinction. Never to live peaceful lives among their Kin that walked during the Night, nor share lives with the Humans. While the Demons and Vampires lived on, your race, the Werewolves, were unfortunately, pushed to such end.

You were only [Y/A] when the last of the Belmonts hunted down and killed your Clan, the Moonbeam Clan. The last Clan of Werewolves to exist on Wallachia. Your mother told you to run and never look back. You had wanted to stay behind and fight them, but you were still just a pup, no where near strong enough to fight them. So run you did.

After the Moonbeam Clan was killed, you spent years and years running, hiding and strengthening your bond with the Werewolf inside you. While you were born a werewolf, you had to create a strong bond with the beast inside you, otherwise the beast would take over and kill you from the inside out. You had to create a bond where YOU were in charge. Not the beast. It was a ritual passed down for centuries. Your mother formed the bond, and her mother before her, and her mother before her. You get the idea.

It took a long while, but you finally created that Bond. After traveling for many years, you ran into two people you hoped you would never see again. A Belmont and a Vampire. The Vampire, was the Son of Dracula “Vlad” Tepes no less. The Beast wanted to tear through you. To kill the two men for killing your entire Clan. But you refused to let it win, managing to calm the Beast before anything happened.

Now, here you were. Traveling with the three most childlike people you had ever met. Sypha was alright. She was like the older sister of the group. However, Trevor and Alucard were the two who never stopped throwing insults at each other.

“Eat shit and die.” Trevor said to Alucard.

“Yes fuck you.” He responded. You groaned, catching the attention of the two males.

“What’s got your fur in a bunch, [Y/N]?” Alucard asked. You growled lightly and glared at the two.

“You two! That’s my problem! You are always arguing! Always throwing insults at each other! It’s ridiculous!” You shouted. A giggle caught your attention.

“It’s no use trying to get them to stop, [Y/N]. They’re children trapped in adults bodies.” She said. You chuckled. She did have a point.

You tried everything you could not to reveal what you really were to your companions. You feared that Trevor and Alucard would attempt to kill you, given the history between Alucard’s kind, Trevor’s Family and your Clan.

That, however, went own the drain when the four of you encountered some Night Creatures. Night Creatures who could talk. You resorted to using a short sword as your weapon when you didn’t use your power instead. Slicing through a night Creature, you faced down the largest one of all.

“Ooh, this is interesting. Very interesting indeed. A Werewolf, traveling with a Monster Hunter, a Vampire and a Speaker. Tell me, do they know what you are?” The Night Creature asked. You growled. The growl came from deep within your throat, sounding animalistic.

“Shut up.” You growled. The night Creature gasped.

“Ah! Oh they don’t do they! Oh, is the pup afraid that the Monster Hunter and the Vampire will turn against it? Is it afraid that the Werewolves will go extinct with your death?” The night Creature mocked. You growled again. You could feel the urge to transform and tear the night Creature to shreads become harder and harder to resist. Sypha, who was battling her own group of night creatures, looked over at you in shock.

“[Y/N]!” She shouted. Trevor and Alucard were about to move to help, when you shouted at them.

“No!” They froze. “Do not attempt to help me! Stay right where you are!” Tears formed in your eyes. “I’m totally fine.” You shouted. The night creature chuckled.

“Aw! Look at the little doggy. Trying to keep their secrect.” It mocked. Sypha’s eyebrows met in confusion.

“No you’re not, [Y/N]! You’re shaking like a leaf. Tell me what’s wrong!” Trevor shouted. You looked up at him.

“I’m a little busy at the moment, Belmont!” You shouted. You turned back to the Night Creature. It chuckled.

“How does it feel to be the last of your kind? To know that your Clan was killed? To know that your beloved mother is no longer here to protect you?” The Night Creature mocked again. That was the last straw. You glared up at the Night Creature. You eyes went from [e/c] to bright yellow. With a growl, you transformed into a wolf with beautiful flowing [h/c] fur. The wolf was almost as big and tall as the Night Creature itself. With a growle, the Werewolf part of you tore the Night Creature limb from limb.

Afterwards, you had transformed back into your human self. You only had some of your clothes to cover your exposed body with. Blood covered your mouth and hands from when the Werewolf had tore and slashed at the night Creature. The trio slowly approached. Sypha was the first to speak.

“[Y/N]?” She asked gently.

“Are you going to kill me now, Belmont, Alucard?” You asked, not looking at them. “Are you going to make the Werewolves extinct for good?” You asked. Trevor sighed. He walked up and placed his hand on your shoulder. You tensed.

“No, [Y/N]. I’m not going to kill you. You’re my friend.” He said. Alucard smiled.

“Honestly, [Y/N]. If you wanted to keep the fact that you were a Werewolf secret from us, you should have tried better.” He said. You looked at him in confusion.

“I could tell you were a Werewolf immediately. You stink like a dog.” He said. You started to chuckle and looked down. Laughter was inevitable. The four of you burst into laughter. After calming down, Sypha placed her cloak over your shoulders, hiding any exposed skin. She placed her hand on your shoulder. You looked at her.

“If you’re worried about what we are going to think of you now that we know, you don’t have to worry.” She said. The three of them enveloped you into a hug.

“We love you no matter what. We love you just the way you are.” The said at the same time. You smiled, tears coming to your eyes. You finally had a family again. Someone to protect you and you could protect in return.

“Alucard,”

“Hm?”

“If I really stunk that bad, you could have told me.”

“Hehe. I could manage. But really, you do stink.”

“Not helping, asshat.”

“Oh piss off.”

“And the moment is ruined!”

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//I hope this is what you wanted, Anon. If not, let me know and I will be more than happy to rewrite it. I hope you all like this one.//

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A Den of Iniquity (Part 1)

Archive of Our Own Link

Pairing: Dracula/Count Dracula/Vlad Tepes x Female Reader 

Warnings: Child Death, Death, Murder, Blood, Gore, Injuries and Violence. 

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Silence spread like a plague through the bowels of the castle. It was abandoned by all and had been for close to one hundred and twenty years. The banners no longer flew on the poles, and sat in rotten, tangled messes at the bases, ropes in ashy clumps of hemp. The stone was caving in some places, the old cement falling from between the stones. The wooden support for the roof had rotted away in many places, and the main entry way was filled with snow in the winter from the mountains. Still, once a year, there was movement within the castle grounds. Once a year a group of figures walked through the early spring, just as the snow began to melt on the mountain passes. With them, they carried an infant through the chill and into the old, abandoned keep. Winching the gate open, the men helped the mother and her child inside, leaving two to guard the entrance as the rest of the troop moved into the grounds, climbing over fallen stone and rotten wood in order to enter the castle.

“The doors have fallen.” One man remarked in Romanian, scratching at his head as he helped the woman inside, “We must fix them in the summer.” He remarked as he clasped her hand and helped her over a fallen beam.

“There will not be a next time for me.” She spoke plainly as she uncovered her babes face, “Not for our son either.” She clutched the blankets, tears dripping from her eyes, “I can’t do this.” She wept as they descended the stairs into the bowels of the crypts.

 The crypt was musty, stinking of fermented mud and old cobwebs. Dust clung to the stone tombs and rotten wooden spears lay broken in the thick sludge. The corpses had long since dropped off the spears, impaled bodies festering in the mud, now part of the soil that squelched beneath their boots.

“It stinks of death.” Her husband coughed, covering his mouth with a handkerchief as they approached the great stone tomb sat in the room, central to those littered around the sides in rotten holes. Light no longer entered the crypt, the stairway draped with fallen cloth and old curtains. They moved by torch light, trying to ignore the smell and crunch of bodies in the mud. The stone tomb was rotting as well, the stone features blurring with the wash of water and time. The man raised his hand, handing his wife the torch before he heaved a crowbar beneath the stone and pushed the tablet away, revealing a corpse beneath, still and silent as the dead.

“This…This is what I am to give my child to?!” She screeched, outraged, tears dripping over her cheeks, wetting the blankets as her husband wrestled to take the child.

“We have no choice!” He insisted, “This is the blood pact. It is how we survive!” He took his own babe in his arms and felt his throat clench tight as he began to scream, “He will kill us if not…” The man whispered as he moved to lay the child in the crypt, on top of the corpses’ chest.

 “Please! Please, he is our child!” The woman sobbed behind her coat and cloak, weeping as her husband dragged her through the mud.

“We have to go!” He insisted, “We’ve already been here too long!”

With a cry she tore free from her husband’s grasp and thundered through the mud, reaching for the baby inside the tomb with a sob. The baby clutched to her chest, she tucked the blankets around his arms and turned away.

“Put him back!” Her husband roared as he tore towards her.

The two of them grew silent with terror as a clawed, rotten hand curled around the stone of the tomb, claws tearing into the wet stone as a great rumble sounded through the crypt.

“I told you!” Her husband screamed as he rushed towards them, his hands reaching for the baby. His wife screamed and held her baby tighter to her chest, “Why did you not listen?!”

The prune flesh was followed by an ancient body, wrinkled flesh slumping as the creature crawled upwards. The woman caught sight of the fangs inside it’s decrepit mouth and howled with fear, burying into her husband’s side.

 A great gasp of rotten air left the beast as it pulled itself up the stone and out of its burial place, the monster purring, spittle dripping from white fangs, dropping into the mud as it drew closer. A howl rumbled in the stone around them as the gold and red clad monster drew closer. Tattered clothing dripped from its shoulders as it drew ever closer, blood staining the old clothing everywhere. It howled again and the couple walked backwards towards the stairwell, their son screaming with the noise as they did.

Spit dripped from it’s chin, “You would betray your bloodline…over one child?” It hissed in old Romanian, fangs flashing as it prowled over to them, appearing bigger than before, the clothing dripping from its form as an upturned nose faced them, ears long and sharp, skin turning leathery as fur covered its shoulders.

“He is our only son.” The husband begged, shielding his wife as the monster came close, smelling the air, wings spread, “Please.”

“I will not let you beg for your traitorous lives.” It spat as total darkness eclipsed them, the rags of curtains blocking the entrance falling away under the rumble of stone. The stones clattered down the stairs and the beast howled, the noise ricocheting off the walls.

 In total darkness it moved. Prowling close, he reached a clawed wing for the husband and tore open his throat with a satisfied hiss, monstrous mouth closing over the wound as he let the hot blood pour into his stomach, quenching the burning in his guts. The wife cried, her baby screaming, as she crawled through the festering corpses towards the stairs. The vampire ignored her as he drank his fill, letting out a beastly sigh of contempt before the burning ravaged him again. The need to drink. He had slept too long. In the dark, he pried her hands from her child and peered at it as she wept against the stone, her fists balled. Red eyes watched the scene before he hushed the baby, fangs silencing it by compressing its airways. The fresh, new-born blood made his body thrum. Untainted and new. He dropped the child much like his father and felt himself grumble, blood stained face drawing close to the mother. He felt his face shift as the new power coursed through his veins. He was more human, hissing against her ear as she curled tight.

“I have nothing.” She wept.

The beast above her dripped blood into her hair, “You always were nothing.” He spat with venom before grappling her under the arm, baring her throat before he sank his fangs deep. Grunting, he let the last of his meal pour into his throat, burning hatred subsiding as he dropped her into the mud to rot with the rest.

 The taste and smells of the new century burned in his mouth and nose, the blood filling his head with ideas of what was in the world now. They lived sedentary lives, holed up at home in the Winter. He ran his tongue over his teeth at the memory of their newborn’s birth. The anguish. The pain. The defeat of knowing they would have to give their baby away. Feelings and sensations rippled through him as the beast snorted in the darkness, licking blood from his chin and wiping the remains from his chest before sticking his claws into his mouth as well. The first breath of life. The baby was sinking into the mud, silent as he moved to pick it up. He wiped the mud from its round face and peered at its pale skin. Its squalling was silent. He was reminded of a dream he had once had, when he’d laid with Elisabeta, of a child squealing in a crib, wrapped in green silk. When he’d touched the baby he’d heard his wife call for him from the bed. It had appeared in her arms, suckling, and he’d been in a state of adoration. Slowly, they had faded, rot growing over Elisabeta’s face before she and the baby burned into nothing and he was left in darkness. With a grumble he laid the child on the staircase and pulled a rotten piece of cloth away, wrapping it tight in a bundle before he moved the filth of the room away enough to bury it, away from prying eyes. The adults he left for the rats and spiders. A couple bounced over stones before sniffing at the male and squirming under his clothing before beginning to chew at him.

 Red eyes watched as he felt memories and faces flit before his eyes. Hallucinations? He did not know. The ghost of a woman smiled behind a strong glass of absinthe, her eyes full of curiosity as she sipped, eyeing him over the dainty crystal.

“Mina.” He rumbled, stumbling forwards, hands gripping the imaginary back of a chair before she smiled and disappeared, a sugar cube on her tongue as she too rotted away into the mud. The monster fell forwards, feeling his gut churn as he retched, spit falling past his lips as he peered into the next memory. The mud disappeared as he crawled into a simple bed.

“Mina.” He rumbled again as he perched over the woman, so similar, he realised, to his wife. She grasped at him as he kissed her hot skin with cold lips, fangs grazing the flesh before they promised each other everything. Her neck crunched underneath his bite and he felt tears drip from his eyes as she cried in pain. Nothing had ever made him so happy yet so sad as to welcome her into his fold. It burned away like the rest of the images as he stumbled backwards, gazing at his own chest where a great bowie knife pierced the flesh. He howled and reached to tear the blade free, watching as blood poured before the wound sealed itself shut. As he snarled into darkness his eyes widened at the memory of being hunted across Europe. Mina. Mina had pushed the blade through his chest. As he died she had dragged him to the crypt, placing his head with his body once more as she replaced the knife in his heart. A phantom kiss trailed over his lips as she closed the tomb.

 “Sleep, my prince. Sleep and grow strong again.”

 Red eyes glanced at the corpses as Mina’s words burned in his ears, ringing in his head as he growled, stalking close to the male’s corpse. He opened the coat and growled as he struggled to feel for things, his arms cracking and shifting so he could push his fingers into the pockets. After a moment looking, the monster pulled out a wallet and held it delicately in his claws, opening the leather to gaze at the business cards and other trinkets he did not understand. He tugged free a blood red business card and looked at the name.

‘Dracula’s Blood. Wine and Rum from the depths of Transylvania.’

The vampire touched his name on the card and rumbled again as wolves howled outside. The curtains fluttered to reveal the sunset outside. With a snarl he threw the wallet into his tomb and moved back towards the stairs, watching for the curtains moving. They did and he rumbled, pleased as night fell outside. Dracula crawled from the pit, his clawed hands rippling with fur as he pushed his head through the silk and cloth, snarling with fangs as red eyes burned through the fabric. He took a deep inhale and crawled forwards, standing to his full height before he howled at the sky and tearing towards the smell of fresh, warm bodies.

 “They have been gone too long. The beast has had them.” The elder male shouldered his rifle at the noise of the wolves in the surrounding pass, “We have to get home.” The group felt the air grow thick, heavy with a presence unknown to them.

“It is already here.” One woman whispered before she was dragged into the darkness screaming and kicking her legs. Blood splattered over the mud and dripped from her corpse by the castle as the rest of the group huddled together, crosses clutched in their hands.

“We are doomed.” The elder hissed as he watched a wolf jump up the wall, snarling and dripping spit onto the stone. More soon followed it, snarling and barking to one another, holding the people together in a circle, hounding their heels when they tried to move. They were trapped.

The woman clutched her silver crucifix tightly as the great beast crawled from the castle wall, blood dripping over its chest.

“You’ve had your fill, monster!” One woman held her cross defensively.

Dracula eyed the cross and howled again. The wolves closed in tighter as the people gasped, their crosses melting against their hands.

 “We have done as you asked for over a century, my lord.” The elder bowed his head as Dracula prowled along the stone, wolfish nose snarling, blood dripping into the mud. He snarled as he rose to his full height again, fur matted with blood.

“Yet, at the last moment, you sought to deceive me.” His low, booming voice echoed off the stone, “She took her child from me.” He announced, claws dragging over the stone, “Treachery and thievery.” Dracula swung his arms wide with a howl. The wolves snarled in return and dragged a woman from the group by her ankles, tearing her away from the rest. The beasts tore a chunk from her ankle, but latched on again with another snap of yellowed teeth, snarling against her screaming as they dragged her to their master. Dracula sniffed and blew cold air onto her neck before he tore it open, red eyes blazing as he watched the group begin to scream and cry. He drank his fill quickly and grumbled, bones shifting in his undead body as he commanded the beasts in Romanian, harshly, sharp in his tone. They snapped at one another but tore a man free by his arm and leg, two more joining the first in order to drag him from the travellers. Dracula watched their fear, striding from left to right and back again as the one with the rifle aimed it at his head. Ignoring the gun he snarled and tore open the next one, slapping his claws through his tummy, ripping organs free before he let one of his pets have the body.

 He laughed, exposing sharp teeth and his chest to the rifle, “Shoot!” Dracula cooed, “Shoot me and watch your bullet’s work.” They were speaking prayers now and Dracula howled again, the wolves snarling and dragging at a woman’s coat, dragging her by her shoulder and arm to his clutches.

The gun’s safety clicked off and he grinned as he pinned the arms of the woman, teeth bared over her neck, one foot pressed to her stomach to hold her still. She bruised in his grasp.

“God forgive me.” The elder whispered before he pulled the trigger.

Dracula grunted at the bullet, feeling it ping off his organs before it was pushed back the way it entered. With a snarl, the monster held his hand out, watching the bullet fall from his chest, the hole sealing behind it.

“Your God has forsaken you.” Dracula howled before he killed the woman and snapped at the wolves. The pack descended on the rest of the group, tearing them open as he leaned to have his fill of the women before she died. He closed his fangs around her throat and drank before leaving his pack to eat.

 The monster dragged himself back into the castle, blood drying on his skin as it began to peel and wshed from his body, the blood restoring power he had not possessed in many years. He turned toe the door and clicked to the wolves, “Leave one…alive.” He was tired as he climbed over the rotten wood and fallen stone into his old home. Dracula snorted as he crept back into the crypt, stepping over the two bodies as he climbed back into his tomb, pulling the stone over his body as he buried himself deep in the dirt. Before he closed his eyes, he reached for the wallet once more and looked at the cards inside. He pulled the ID from the pouch and tapped the last name with a claw. He looked at the company card again and purred as he buried himself deeper in the soil, skin sagging as he morphed and changed through the beginnings of restoring himself.

 He knocked three times on the door of the home in the town. The devil couldn’t knock three times. The town had changed since his hibernation, the town expansive and huge with the tale of his legend painted on tourist shops and slapped on items of all sorts. Dracula lowered his head at passers-by. They avoided him like most other tourists, and he watched them with curious brown eyes, dark hair tied back from his face and a suitable suit on. The black suit was well fitting, made for this moment to impress with the pretend wealth of an investor. He needed a way out and a way back into civilization. He’d dipped into the insane amount of gold stored beneath his own grave. Gold chalices, necklaces and jewels of all kinds from the church. Just one necklace had given him a fortune from an international buyer. The last member of the family he had indebted to him had organised everything. It hurt him to see such pieces gone, but the money would be enough to secure the business he wanted. The wine and rum business. He looked at the card between his gloved fingers and waited for the door to open. When the door did slide open, he smiled pleasantly, “Mister and Misses Dumitru. I am sorry to hear of your loss.” He bowed his head as Missus Dumitru called over her husband, “I know it is still a sensitive time, but I have come with a proposition. A business venture.” He offered, touching the place over his heart, “May I come in?”

They nodded and let him inside.

 “Your Romanian, you speak it like a nobleman.” Missus Dumitru cooed over coffee. Dracula pretended to sip the liquid and feigned the heat in his mouth before placing the cup down, finding and excuse for now as not to take another sip.

“I was sent to a private school.” He informed her gently as he reached for his small bag and pulled free a contact. It was drawn up to sign the deeds to the land and business over to his name. He’d managed to contact his old law firm to draw it up, “The contract and payments are very generous.” He offered, “I myself would be overseeing it.” He tapped a nail against the papers and reclined in his chair, adjusting his cane against the leg of the old armchair as Mister Dumitru looked over the terms.

“Why do you want our son’s business?” He asked suspiciously.

Dracula spread his hands, “I’m looking to expand abroad. This is the perfect opportunity.” He responded.

“Can I have a name?” Mister Dumitru asked as he eyed the sum of money listed.

Dracula smiled, “Vladimir Székely.” And offered an open palm towards the paperwork, “Give it to a lawyer. Think it over. I will be waiting.” He pulled a card from the inside of his black jacket and laid it on the table for them both to see. “There is a number for my office. Do contact me when you have made your decision.” He tipped his head before taking his bag and cane, “Thank you for your hospitality, Missus Dumitru.” He leaned to kiss the back of her hand, smiling at her giggling before seeing himself to the door.

 “He didn’t drink a sip.” She lamented behind the door as he closed it.

“Perhaps he isn’t a coffee drinker?” Her husband replied. Dracula smiled as he swung his cane, walking down the street.

“I swear he said he preferred coffee.”

 London was a long way in a box. Yet, when he emerged from his resting place, to stalk the night time streets, he could feel the overwhelming sensation of being like a small fish. He looked at the faces passing him by from the alley and peered at the unfamiliar streets. As the vampire wandered, the stone was vaguely familiar. Some old cobbled roads had survived, but most were new, black tarmac and congestion. The taste of the city was riddled with pollutants beyond what he remembered. The foreign taste of unfamiliar blood seemed less tempting as he walked, looking at the newly erected skyscrapers with a hint of fascination. Everything was new. Wondrously new.

“Mister Székely?” He was startled from his admiration as one of his companions touched his elbow. The accountant and the lawyer. The firm seemed to have been taken over by Harker eventually.

Dracula gave a chuckle, “I apologise. London is so different to the cities I know.” He offered as he ducked to enter the firm. It was late, but they had accepted the late meeting. He’d insisted to meet them both as soon as he landed in London. Everything was very new, but he was learning. Dracula was still very sound of mind. A tactician mind still worked within his skull, no matter how dead he truly was.

“It’s fine, really, we have many foreign clients. Most are just as gobsmacked as you!” Harker, the descendant it seemed, of Jonathan, laughed as he let the accountant into his office behind Dracula.

 Dracula settled into the chair offered and peered at the family photo behind the Lawyer’s head. Mina and Harker. Together to the end. He ignored the spite churning in his gut as he sat forwards and opened his palms, “I’m sure you both know why I have you here, no?”

Harker laughed, “I’m your Lawyer. I don’t need to know much else. I made sure your purchases here in London were overseen. A particularly large home for just yourself, Mister Székely?” He offered Vladimir the paperwork, bundled together in files.

“I’m certain the books have balanced, what with your business doing so well. You are a very lucky man.” His accountant observed, Miss Morris looked at him pointedly before smiling, American white smile making him return her sentiment.

“I am very lucky.” Vladimir agreed before taking the paperwork in his hands, “I trust the house is in working order now? I believe I paid for the decorating to be done as I travelled.”

Harker nodded, “It was all completed.” He gestured to Miss Morris and smiled pleasantly.

“They were paid for their work and your belongings were delivered before you arrived.” She handed him the bill and scribbled something in the margin of her book, “Everything is in working order.”

Dracula nodded, “I thank you then, for your hard work.” He offered as he moved to stand, buttoning the suit jacket he wore swiftly before reaching for his black coat on the stand. It had started to rain.

 Harker was quickly on his feet, “Do you not wish to stay for a drink?” He offered as he tucked the corner of his shirt back into the waistband of his trousers, “I have a few things we could open to celebrate, though I don’t have any of that plum brandy you’re so famous for making.” The Lawyer joked.

Miss Morris chuckled and got to her feet herself, taking her purple wool coat in hand, “I should be off too, Mister Harker, I have to meet with some clients in Kent in the morning.” She too pulled on her coat as Vladimir pulled on his own. He turned the collar upwards and smiled as he gestured to the doorway.

“I do not drink.” He smiled at Harker before allowing Morris to walk through the door first, “After you, madame.”

Harker laughed, “Another time, perhaps?”

Dark eyes looked at the lawyer for a long pause, “Another time, indeed. For now, I must go. I have to present my products to investors tomorrow.” With that he turned to the stairs and took them with Morris down and out of the little firm. Morris shook his hand with a brush of her dark hair and popped her umbrella up before leaving the vampire by himself under the streetlamp. He watched his accountant leave before turning back down the street, eyes burning red as he took in the night air and stalked towards his new home, intent on having a feast to break in his new territory.

 ‘You are cordially invited to attend a gathering at the home of Mister Vladimir Székely, CEO and owner of Dracula’s Blood, Brewery Company. The gathering is in honour of not only his settlement in the United Kingdom of Great Britain but also to promote the start to the new line of flavoured Rums from the depths of Transylvania.

 Dracula’s Blood hopes you can attend the event.

 Best Wishes and Kindest Regards,

 Mr Vladimir Székely, CEO.’

 You eyed the card that had appeared through your door. You were used to company promotional material. You were a specialist. Alcohols from all over the globe and in all varieties. Wine, beers, lagers, spirits. You sold everything and more in your shop. Looking at the display in your window you traced the dragon print on the bottom of the invitation and wondered just who set up parties to promote their brands. A very rich man was what your mind supplied. With a curious sniff you brought the paper to your nose. Spiced rum. Very curious but it fit the theme. It made you chuckle as you glanced back at your unfinished display, then back to the address and date on the piece of card. It was a large townhouse in Sydenham, a large suburb made for rather large families or the rich towards Crystal Palace. The townhouses were expensive, and most were very old. You pulled out your phone to type in the address and whistled at the images on Google. Sydenham Hill. It was a huge townhouse. At least six bedrooms. This man had money to waste. Old brick, Victorian style.

 “It couldn’t hurt to go could it?” You jumped against the counter as Harker laughed behind you.

“Jesus!” You hissed at him, “Could you ring the bell next time?!” You smacked his hands away from your invitation.

Harker laughed at you and pointed to his own phone and then the buzzer, “I buzzed you three times before figuring it out it was unlocked.” He shrugged, “I’ve just come for the usual. One of those Sauvignon you always sell me.”

You threw your phone back under the counter and turned to the wine racks behind you, pulling free one of the bottles he usually bought, “How long are you keeping this one then, Harker?” You asked as you scanned the bottle, “This is the third bottle, so you’ve not scared them away yet then?”

The lawyer rolled his eyes, “None of your business.” He teased as he purchased the bottle of wine on his card before eyeing the new whiskey in the crates behind you, “Actually, give me one of those scotch whiskeys too. I know for sure I’m getting dumped so…better to have that on hand than make myself incredibly sick with sharp white wine.” He lamented as you scanned the whiskey and handed it over. He tucked both the bottles into his leather work bag and paid for the whiskey just as quickly.

“But seriously, I’d go. It’ll get you out of this little shop and talking!” Harker cheered as he headed to the door.

“Sure, Mister Harker. Get home safe.” The mousey haired man waved away your concern as he headed back out into the night, his umbrella swaying in the wind and the rain.

 As you locked up late that night, just after eight o’clock, locking the door after the last woman who rushed about with her red wine and waved as you clicked the lock closed behind her. The invitation sat on your countertop still. You took hold of the spiced card and traced the dragon in the corner again as you climbed the stairs to your apartment above the shop. The name was hand signed. The lettering was in old cursive, long letters and small, neat strokes of a fountain pen. You admired the invitation as you opened your apartment and placed the invitation on the kitchen side. The decorative dragon shined on cream paper and you pushed leftovers into the microwave before looking for where to respond to on the back of the invitation. An email. That was easy enough. You crafted a small confirmation email with your business details enclosed and went back to your heated spaghetti. Curiously, the phone vibrated on the counter, spinning with a chime as you received a notification.

 With a hot plate of microwaved bolognese, you peered at the email and frowned. It was from his office. A reply to your email.

‘I await your arrival. Kind Regards, Vladimir.’

Short, but odd. You assumed you would have an email from an automated machine. Still, you shrugged it off and saved the directions and pamphlets attached on the email before sitting down to eat your dinner. You laughed as your black tom cat screeched from under your chair, demanding a piece of beef covered in tomato sauce instead of his cat food.

“Come on Drac, you have your own food!” You petted the cats head and shooed him away to his food bowl as you ate your own dinner.

 Vladimir hummed from behind his desk as he opened the name of your Off-License Shop. A fancy sort, stocking exclusive brands and names from all over the globe. A Wine House and Spirit Seller. He tapped his desk with a claw, ignoring the woman bleeding out on the floor in favour of digging a little more. He was interested. A little woman running a shop. Alone in London. Still. He closed the tab with a click and looked at your email. You were a modern woman. It was an idea he was quickly growing accustomed to. Empowered women. He hummed again as he gently pulled the woman into his lap and pushed hair from her face. She was weak, but not dead. He couldn’t afford to leave a mess.

“You remember nothing.” He whispered against her cheek before grappling her weight tight in his arms and moving to deposit her into a guest bedroom. The vampire pushed his fingers into her hips roughly and watched the bruises bloom. She would run in the morning when she made conclusions of her own. A single night of passion. With a look at her neck he decided the marks would not be an issue. They had, after all, met in an odd club. Dracula left the woman in the guest room and headed back to his own. He looked at the clock and knew that there were some hours left for him in the night. The dirt under his bed could wait for a while. With an obsessive, red gaze, he began to research those who would be attending his soiree.

 A fancy party meant that you were forced to dress up. A sharp black suit and a lilac shirt on, you walked up the drive from the cab and stood in awe of the twinkling candles draped from holders inside and out. It was an old building yet somehow, the old décor choices made it even more amazing. A car beeped behind you as an attendant rolled up in a Jaguar. The car was parked and you watched as a very elegant woman and her large husband climbed out, leaving it in the created car park. You felt out of your depth as you held the invitation in your hand, moving towards the door with a smile. It was open, yet a young woman greeted you on the door, a checklist in hand.

“Invitation, please?” She asked and you carefully handed her the invitation, “Name?” You gave her it and peered inside until she chuckled and gently pulled you inside, “Welcome to Vladimir Székely’s home, Miss.” She let you in and attended to the other guests. It was even more intimidating to be looked at in your suit. Women were in varying dress, though most appeared to have opted for cocktail dresses. You tried to ignore the looks and headed towards the drink’s table.

“Of course, its all his own liquor.” You laughed as you took one of the plum rum varieties and thanked the server.

 Vladimir sure knew how to impress the guests.

 The party was slow. Food and drink had been served for an hour and you were beginning to wonder if the man himself was ever going to show. You pulled open your small clutch and looked at your phone. A message from your mother. That was all. Some business emails which could wait. It was a boring moment of time passing. That was until guests began to gather in the main staircase area. You followed with your drink and peered through the crowd of onlookers as Vladimir Székely appeared on the stairs, a drink in hand, and a scarily white smile shining in a pale face. His dark hair was pulled back into a stylish pony tail and fastened with a blue that matched the silk of his waistcoat, the brocade pattern even embellished into the small ribbon fastener. His smile was surrounded by dark facial hair, a moustache and a small beard, almost pointed. Dark eyes looked at the crowd as his silver suit shined in the candlelight, the polished buttons and silver cufflinks twinkling as he raised his hands for attention. The room went silent.

 “My name, as most of you know, is Vladimir Székely. Welcome to my home.” The crowd raised their drinks and the CEO raised his hands again to quieten the noise, “I hope you will enjoy the comforts of my home as your own. I extend my hand in friendship but also as a businessman. I will be around to answer questions. But, most importantly,” He leaned forwards, dark eyes full of mischief, “I do hope you have fun.” The crowd applauded as he descended the stairs and you felt your throat clench at the sight of him. Romanian in actual origin. At least it wasn’t all for the brand. You took a sip of the rum and turned back to lingering by the drinks. You’d already spoken to a few other shops, wondering just what people were intending to buy stock-wise. Most had no idea about pricing for now, but you assumed he would give deals where he saw it beneficial to. You tapped open your notes and made another point to argue with the location of your shop in Camden Town.

 “Ah, the woman herself.” A voice rumbled from behind you.

With a steadying breath, you turned around to face the infamous owner of Dracula’s Blood, “Mister Székely, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You offered your hand and smiled as kindly as you could after being startled.

Vladimir took your hand in his own and quickly pulled it upwards for a gentle kiss to the back, “The pleasure is all mine.” He smiled and offered his arm, “I have read a lot about your shop. Please, walk with me.”

With a curious look you wrapped an arm through his, “About my shop?”

He nodded with a hum, dark eyes watching you take a sip of rum, “Yes. You have won local awards.” He boasted with a flourish, “I was excited to meet you. To get my brand into such a shop would do wonders.” Vladimir turned by the garden and walked down the steps, “I understand you have online shoppers from across the United Kingdom, no?”

You nodded, “I do…I…” You laughed at his interest, “I’m surprised you have done so much research about me.”

Sharp white teeth were exposed in a smile as he look at his garden and the littering of glasses and people, “I like to know who I am going to sell to…It can tell you a lot about an individual, madame.” He offered as he moved your hand from his arm, “Perhaps we can talk more in a meeting? I am scheduling appointments.”

“I would like that.” You confirmed, “I’m interested in your product, that’s for sure.”

 Dracula felt himself purr, “Delightful.”

[zodiyack]

Love Conquers All

Requested by anon: For young dracula can you do a "Vlad and Robin meet again after stockley but Robin remembers everything because Vlad is in love with him and you cant wipe the memory of someone you are in love with" fic

Anon: Poly is fjne

Pairing: Vladimir Dracula x reader x Robin Branagh

Warnings: poly relationship, tiny bit of angst, fluff

Note: I hope you enjoyed this, I’m really sorry if it’s not what you wanted, I’m open to try again, and thank you for requesting!

Y/S/N = your ship name

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Vlad had his girlfriend leaning against his shoulder. He never erased her mind, instead he brought her with him. It was with his father’s permission of course. The Count had the intent to have Vlad turn her once she turned 18. He had received consent from the young girl, his powers unneeded.

A simple date in a coffee shop was all it was. It just sort of seemed to...die a little. The two had perfect chemistry, but Y/n was up all night studying while Vlad watched her. He offered to get coffee so that she could wake up a bit more, but it turned into somewhat of a cuddle session.

A dark haired boy sat at another table near them. Y/n’s eyes wondered over to his head, his hands were rubbing his temples like one would do when they were stressed. He reminded her of someone...

Robin. 

Robin Branagh.

Back then all three of them were just friends, but if you looked closer, you could tell the obvious feelings forming in them for Y/n. When they had a small fight over the girl, she got frustrated and stormed off with a few final sentences.

“He’s your best friend, your his best friend! Get along please!” It was no use. The boys faced Y/n, but refused to look at each other. “Just spend some time with each other and don’t talk to me until you can get along again.”

So that’s what they did. Within a week, their friendship was back up again and they were ready to talk to Y/n. Although, this time, they didn’t expect a confession. They approached her with a wide smiles.

“Boys. I see you two have gotten over your silly little fight... There’s um... something I need to say.”

Both boys looked at each other with confusion. They turned back to Y/n and nodded, “Go ahead.”

“I... I love you. Both of you. I wasn’t sure of it, but I spend most of my time with Vlad and he makes me feel safe in a way that a friend or family member doesn’t...and sometimes I miss Robin. When I spend time with Robin, I feel an emotion I’m not sure I can even describe, but it’s good. And when I’m with Robin... I miss Vlad. When I’m with both of you, I feel like I can hold the world with just one hand, but when I’m without you both...”

“Wait wait wait wait wait. You love us both?”

Y/n’s head glanced up to Robin’s. “Did you not hear what I just said?” A smile found it’s way onto her face as she playfully shoved him. “There’s uhh... something we could try. You both said you love-” The bell interrupted Y/n.

“Vladie?”

“Yes y/n/n?” He started stroking her arm, which rested on her waist. He could sense his lover’s sadness.

“Doesn’t he look like someone we know?” Her finger pointed over to the boy she had been ever so entranced with. “Like maybe someone from Stokely?”

Now that he thought about it and had seen the male, he saw Y/n’s point. But even if it were true, they wouldn’t be able to communicate with him like they did back then. Minds were erased. And when someone you knew for a while can’t remember you, it really hurts.

But maybe-

“Vlad? Y/n? I thought- No way!”

Wait how was this happening?

Vlad swore he remembered wiping everyone’s memories.

Y/n swore Vlad did too.

Was Robin somehow immune to that?

Vlad and Y/n made quick eye contact. Both of them had wide eyes and confused expressions. “Robin? Didn’t we-”

“Oh yeah. You did, but I guess it didn’t work on me? I forgot about you for a bit, but then, when I found my vampire cape, I got this sudden feeling and kept searching for clues to what it could be. I later found a picture of us three and remembered... Wait, has Y/n always been this attractive?”

Normally, Vlad would’ve been jealous and protective, but this time, this time was different. He nodded at Robin and tapped Y/n’s shoulder as a signal for her to stand up. She did, and he followed after, they exchanged hugs with their old friend.

“You look amazing Robin! Haven’t changed a bit.” A warm smile graced Y/n’s face. The blush that used to appear at the sight of her two teen crushes now danced on her cheeks at the sight of her now older crush and boyfriend.

“As do you two. You guys haven’t changed much either heh. Are you...”

“A couple?” Robin nodded, his slight nervousness extremely obvious. “Yes.”

“But! But I... okay, can we go home and talk about this? Please?”

The boys smiled at Y/n and nodded. A tinge of jealousy entered Robin’s heart. They used to feel equal with Y/n’s love, but now she was dating Vlad and not him. He wouldn’t take his childhood best friend’s girlfriend away, but there were no laws in the best friend code that said he couldn’t crush on her or have a sliver of hatred for Vlad’s romantic success.

Vlad walked outside with both of them, Y/n holding an umbrella over her and Vlad for his “allergy” to the sun. They walked to a dark ally so Vlad could speed off with the two without being noticed.

Once they were in his room, he took the umbrella and lied it next to his coffin. He ran over and locked his bedroom door and nodded to his rolly chair for Robin.

“Well, you finally got the rest of your powers, eh?”

After a bit, giggle’s filled the room, loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear. Oh yeah. Ingrid sure was curious.

“Anyways...what I wanted you guys to know...if it’s okay with both of you, we could try something.”

“And what is that something?”

“Yeah...what Vlad said.”

Her giggles and fun persona was long gone by now. Replacing it was a shy and nervous one. “You remember when we confessed our love? I said that I loved you both, and you both said you love me?”

“Yes, but Robin and I never said we loved each other that way.”

“Exactly.” Curiosity and confusion were the only things Robin could feel at the moment. Sure, he was jealous, but Y/n was getting at something and it seemed to be more important than him wanting to replace his best friend in the relationship the three had.

“You may have never admitted it, but I think you did without words.” Vlad opened his mouth to speak, but Robin covered his mouth quickly. The story was just getting interesting. “Thank you Robin. Uhm... so when you got rid of everyone’s memory of us, you couldn’t get rid of his. I think I know why.”

“Why, Y/n? Please continue!”

A small smile appeared on Y/n’s lips as she kept talking, “You love him. You love him and me. You once tried to erase my mind, I don’t think you remember, but it was after you accidentally confessed.”

“Y/n... Well what am I supposed to say Zoltan?! Am just supposed to walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I have strong feelings for you, would you like to be my girlfriend?’“

“Master Vlad, I don’t think that would be necessary. At least not anymore.”

“What? Why?” He turned to where Zoltan was facing. There sat a smiling Y/n. The smile he loved oh so much. “H-how much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.”

He had finally put his dad in a trance, maybe he could try putting Y/n into one. At least one that would make her forget that he ever said a word about that topic. What do you know, he managed to do it...with Ingrid’s help. Ingrid saw the struggle her little brother was having, she noticed Y/n not doing what the power would have made her do. Vlad really messed up. So, she tried her best and managed to make her faint.

Vlad caught her as quick as he could and gazed lovingly at her unconscious figure. “You’re creepy and weird. You know that?” He ignored his sister and brushed a strand of hair out of Y/n’s face. One day he would come clean. Just not today.

Robin’s hand was pulled off of Vlad’s mouth. “I thought Ingrid wiped your memory of that!”

“You did it, she merely helped. I couldn’t remember a whole lot, but after you confessed with Robin, I remembered everything. You can’t wipe the memory of someone you’re in love with. The same goes for you and Robin. You love us both, and we love you to. Robin proved his love for you by remembering. He could’ve chosen to forget you out of jealousy or anything...or rather, his mind would’ve. But no.”

“I...I never looked at it that way...” Both boys looked at each other. Their eyes connected and that’s when it hit them. They turned and looked at Y/n. Her words were true, only pure honesty.

“My idea, was that we could... ya know... be together in a relationship. There’s no need for jealousy or switching every once in a while. We could be in... well it’s called a poly relationship. You uh... you guys wanna try?”

Robin looked down. In response, both Y/n and Vlad looked down. They didn’t know what his reply meant, for all they knew it could’ve been a no.

However.

They never took into consideration that Robin used to love joking around.

He pressed his lips to Y/n’s and stayed for a moment. When he pulled away, he turned and connected his to Vlad’s. Both kisses made smiles on all three of their faces. Ones that they hadn’t seen since they were just tweens.

“I love you b-”

“So this is what you losers were doing. Glad you all noticed it after many years of it being painfully obvious.”

“Oh hello Ingrid.”

“Yeah, goodbye weirdo number two.” She slammed the door behind her, a secret smile filled with the feeling of completion dancing upon her face. Hey! She may act like she hates them, but she was secretly rooting for y/s/n. After all, Love Conquers All.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Runaway Chapter 7

Vlad Masters x reader

Summary: Dreamcatcher time!

Word Count: 584

Jack and Maddie stared in fascination at the male ghost that was busy checking on Y/N’s ghost half. They’d never seen Vlad’s full other form. It’s black hair matched the style of the human’s short hair, but it was the same pitch black that it was before the accident. The rest of him looked much like the old Dracula costumes. They were legitimately surprised at how worried the ghost seemed about his equally ghostly wife. Between that and the fact that both ghost halves looked exactly like the human half just palette-swapped cemented for both Jack and Maddie that their loved ones weren’t possessed.

The Fentons were so distracted by that sight that they didn’t notice the very human, very pissed off Vlad that was stalking up to them. Without any warning, Vlad punched Jack in the face with so much force that the bigger man fell back against the wall. Maddie gasped and rushed to her husband’s aid.

“What the fuck did you do to us?!” both Vlads demanded.

“We helped you!” Maddie defended. “We made you like that and now we’ve fixed you!”

Shadow--Y/N’s other half--snarled in rage. “No you didn’t! You did make us this way--”

“And then you refused to accept us as we were!” Y/N finished. “You just ripped out half of who we are without even asking us first!”

“Sweetheart--”

Vlad--the human one--literally growled. “‘Sweetheart’ her again and I will introduce you to being a ghost. I won’t even need Plasmius to help.”

Given how he just experienced the man’s strength first-hand, Jack had no problem believing the threat. “V-man--”

“Choose your next words carefully,” Shadow warned.

The large man fell silent.

“Maybe if we run some tests on them--”

Y/N was the one to interrupt her mother. “So you can experiment on me?! On my husband?!” Jack didn’t fail to notice how the ‘husband’ part seemed to bother her more than the idea of being experimented on herself. “After what you did to him before, why the fuck would I ever let you ‘test’,” that was complete with air quotes, “any part of him ever again?”

At that point, Shadow--who, like Y/N, was significantly shorter than her significant other--had moved to float in front of Plasmius protectively.

“What is this really about, Jack?” Plasmius demanded.

“I still don’t believe that my little girl would have hidden his from me for all these years let alone--”

“My love,” Vlad interrupted, sensing where this was going, “can you please leave us alone? It seems your parents and I need to have a long overdue conversation.” When it looked like she was going to argue, he placed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Please.”

Trusting her husband reluctantly, both Y/N and Shadow left to go elsewhere in the mansion. Vlad would bet that they were going to her private lab to undo the Fentons’ actions.

Once their daughter left, Jack and Maddie watched in mild fear as the striking figure of Vlad’s ghost half moved to float ominously right behind the human. The similarity between them was obvious, making it unlikely that Plasmius was a ghost that was possessing their former friend.

“Come with me,” Vlad said as he started walking towards his lab. “I’ve been working on something that I think will finally put to rest your doubts about the legitimacy of our relationship. It is a device to see a ghost’s memories. With it, you’ll be able to see how we began.”

[just-castlevania-imagines]

A Little Romance :: Alucard x Male!Reader::

“I’m just... Are we just together because of that night?” You asked, hugging yourself tightly. Before you stood your boyfriend, tall blonde and handsome. Alucard was frozen, staring down at you with a remorseful look. “C-could... could I have been anyone?”

“No, dear, it isn’t like that.”

“It feels that way when stuff like this happens.” You said defensively, backing up from him as he got closer. The castle was silent as you argued, an eerie feeling looming over you. “Do you just want me for affection. The kisses, the cuddles... the other stuff.”

“That’s not it at all.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

—

“Son, you’re an idiot.”

“Vlad!” Lisa scolded, rubbing her sons shoulders and trying to calm him. They sat in Vlads study, taking in all the information Alucard had given them. “He loves that man, Vlad” Lisa pleaded. Dracula just looked down, partially disgusted as his son sat there in silence.

“He’s still an idiot.” Vlad said promptly, “Sometimes you have to be a little more sensitive, you can’t just expect physical affection and never give emotionally. If you love him, fight for him.”

“How do I do that-“

“Well you could start by being sweet. Try starting there.”

—

You had very little faith in his little invitation. He couldn’t possibly think a cutely written note to meet him at the lake would make a difference. You sighed, staring at the water as it shimmered . The night blanketed the area, the moon doing its best to provide light but falling short as the trees made spots of black.

“You came.” You heard behind you. His voice was quiet, almost in disbelief. “I’m so glad.”

“What do you want, Alucard?” You said with a sigh, trying not to let your nervousness show. Your little tough guy act didn’t fool him. He knew your signs.

“Just to sit... skip some rocks... maybe talk.” He sashayed to your side, his smirk making you a bit perturbed and his cocky tone pissing you off.

“Just talk?”

“Yes... I’m capable of just talking... not every night has to be physical... and I’m sorry if I made you think it had to be.” You tried not to smile but you faltered and soon you couldn’t hold back a grin, feeling you finally got through to him.

“Well let’s find some flat rocks.”

——

One, two, three, four. The rock you tossed skipped across the lake with light splashes. You celebrated to yourself as you beat your boyfriends score and he just laughed at your adorable reaction.

“My turn.”

“Good luck beating that.” You boasted, making the vampire roll his eyes. He kept palming the rock in his hand, examining it and calculating it. He stood, pulling his hand back as far as possible before tossing the stone into the lake and against the water. It bounced and you counted 6 hops. You pouted, crossing your arms and trying not to look at the smug vampire to your right.

“... I think I beat it-“

“Bite me.”

“I just might.” Alucard whispered, giving a flirty giggle to follow. You laughed nervously, looking off to the side and trying not to show your embarrassment. Alucard licked his fangs, ready to take them seductively across your neck but he stopped. This isn’t what you needed. He composed himself and back up, picking a rock up from your little pile and handing it to you. “Your turn.”

You smiled lightly, taking the Rock and giving Alucard a peck on the chin.

“Thanks.”

——-

“I think that’s a constellation.”

“I think it’s just a bunch of stars.”

“Isn’t that all a constellation is?

“You and your technicalities.” You complained, making Adrien laugh. His hair was peacefully tangled in the grass beside you as you laid down to stare at the stars. You couldn’t help but admire flowers ensnares by a wave of blonde hair. He noticed your staring and raised an amused brow.

“What?”

“You have flowers in your hair.”

“Do I?” He reaches up, lightly feeling around. He felt himself pet a flower and let out the most adorable giggle. You melted at the sound, rolling over on your side. “Oh, I think I found it.”

“You did... Alucard tonight has been beautiful.”

“It has.” He admitted, he let out a loving sigh, looking back to the stars. “We should do this more often. Just spend harmless time together.”

“... well... maybe I miss your cuddles.” He fell short of breath, hearing your admission.

“... are you sure? I-I don’t want to make you feel like that’s all you’re for-“ you cut him off, hovering over him and shutting him up with a kiss. It took him a minute but he kissed back, trying his hardest to keep his hands to himself.

“Alucard,” you purred, “I don’t hate when we’re getting hot and heavy... I just wanted things to be calm every once in a while... just space it out. We need more nights like this.” You nuzzled against his cheek, making him let out a laugh. Finally he felt comfortable to put his hands on you, firmly grabbing your hips.

“ I love you,” He started nervously, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Adrien.” In an instant things changed and you found yourself pinned on your back in the grass. A hungry vampire looked over you, blood lust not being the only lust in his eyes. He let out a breathy hiss and lowered himself onto your neck.

“Let’s have some fun, dear.”

-Mod Alucard

For a friend

[crying-over-spilled-feels]

Ships I Will Write Requests for as of January 17th, 2022

Ships Listed Are in No Particular Order

1.    Robin x Regina (Once Upon a Time)

2.    Happy x Toby “Quintis” (Scorpion)

3.    Megan x Sylvester (Scorpion)

4.    Paige x Walter (Scorpion)

5.    Cabe x Allie (Scorpion)

6.    Daphne x Simon (Bridgerton)

7.    Anthony x Kate (Bridgerton)

8.    Benedict x Sophie (Bridgerton)

9.    Colin x Penelope (Bridgerton)

10.  Violet x Edmund (Bridgerton)

11.  Flynn x Eve (Librarians)

12.  Jake x Mabel (Librarians)

13.  Judson x Charlene (Librarians)

14.  Diana x Steve (Wonder Woman)

15.  Chloe x Jackson (Zoo)

16.  Kaliis x Aurora (Aurora Rising book series)

17.  Finian x Scarlett (Aurora Rising book series)

18.  Cat x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

19.  Saedii x Tyler (Aurora Rising book series)

20.  Elizabeth x Will (Pirates of the Caribbean)

21.  Jack x Angelic (Pirates of the Caribbean)

22.  Thor x Jane (Thor)

23.  Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (Avengers and Iron Man)

24.  Loki x Sif (Thor)

25.  Loki x Nebula (Thor and Guardians of the Galaxy crossover)

26.  Ryder x Grace (The Grace Year novel)

27.  Fletcher x Sylva (Summoner book series)

28.  Clint Barton x Laura Barton (Avengers)

29.  Wanda x Vision (Avengers and WandaVision)

30.  Bruce x Natasha (Avengers)

31.  Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (Captain America)

32.  Peter Quill x Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

33.  Scott x Hope (Ant-Man)

34.  Fitz X Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)  

35.  Coulson X May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

36.  Trip X Skye (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

37.  Bobbi Morse X Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

38.  Killian Jones x Female OC (Once Upon a Time)

39.  Will Scarlett x Anastasia (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland)

40.  Gendry x Arya (Game of Thrones)

41.  Tyrion x Shae (Game of Thrones)

42.  Sanji x Nami (One Piece)

43.  Zoro x Robin (One Piece)

44. Luffy x Vivi (One Piece)

45.  Jonathan Joestar x Erina (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

46.  Joseph Joestar x Suzi Q. (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

47.  Mista x Female OC (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures)

48.  Kit x Ella (Cinderella 2015 version)

49.  Joshua Faraday x Emma Cullen (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

50.  Vasquez x Female OC (Magnificent Seven 2016 version)

51.  Gilbert x Anne (Anne with an E)

52.  Diana x Jerry (Anne with an E)

53.  Mary x Bash (Reign)

54.  Leif x Claude (Reign)

55.  Kili x Tauriel (Hobbit)

56.  Claire x Owen (Jurassic World)

57.  Mia x Nicholas (Princess Diaries)

58.  Joe x Clarisse (Princess Diaries)

59.  Maria x Georg (Sound of Music)

60.  Lara Croft x Lu Ren (Tomb Raider 2018 movie version)

61.  Maleficent X Diaval (Maleficent)

62.  Kate X Daniel Forsythe (The Spirit of Christmas)

63.  Tiger Lily X James Hook (Pan)

64.  Westley X Buttercup (Princess Bride)

65.  Chato X Grace (Suicide Squad)

66.  Logan/Wolverine X Mariko (Wolverine)

67.  Vlad X Mirena (Dracula Untold)

68.  Will X Elizabeth (Pirates of the Caribbean)

69.  Jack X Angelica (Pirates of the Caribbean)

70.  Galavant X Isabella (Galavant)

71.  Richard X Roberta (Galavant)

72.  Gwen X Arthur (Merlin)

73.  Gwen X Lancelot (Merlin)

74.  Gwen X Merlin (Merlin)

75.  Merlin X Morgana (Merlin)

76.  Morgana X Male OC/Reader (Merlin)

77.  Lancelot X Female OC/Reader (Merlin)

78.  Marian X Robin Hood (Robin Hood BBC)

79.  Will X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

80.  Marian X Allan (Robin Hood BBC)

81.  Allan X Djaq (Robin Hood BBC)

82.  Ban X Elaine (Seven Deadly Sins)

83.  Margaret X Gilthunder (Seven Deadly Sins)

84.  Meliodas X Elizabeth (Seven Deadly Sins)

85.  King X Diane (Seven Deadly Sins)

86.  Arthur X Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

87.  Ana X Alberto (Velvet)

88.  Claire X Matt (Daredevil)

89.  Lilette X Robbie (Rise)

90.  Hardison X Parker (Leverage)

91.  Nate X Sophie (Leverage)

92.  John X Sara (Alienist)

93.  Mary X Laszlo (Alienist)

94.  Farkas X Female Dragonborn (Skyrim)

95.  Vilkas X Lydia (Skyrim)

96.  E’lara X Caddoc (Hunted: The Demon’s Forge)

97.  Rime x Ember (Degrees of Separation)

98.  Cody x May (It Takes Two)

99.  Frank x Karen (Punisher)

100. Makoto x Abigail (Great Pretender)

101. Robb x Talisa (Game of Thrones)

102. Tadashi x MK (Big Hero 6 and Epic Crossover)

103. Eloise x Sir Phillip (Bridgerton)

104. Francesca x Michael (Bridgerton)

105. Hyacinth x Gareth (Bridgerton)

106. Gregory x Lucy (Bridgerton)

107. Okabe x Mayuri (Steins;gate)

108. Okabe x Kurisu (Steins;gate)

109. Edward x Elizabeth (White Queen)

110. Liam Jones x Elsa (Once Upon a Time fan pairing)

[a-deadly-serenade]

The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 19: A Final Twist of Fate [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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                                                __________

...Only to be abruptly woken up by someone tugging on your hair.

You groaned in annoyance and tried swatting away the disturbance with your hand. Who was trying to get you up at this hour? You’d only just fallen asleep!

“Wake up! Come on! Wake up!”

Another harsh pull made you flinch and you let out an exasperated, “Alright!” as you threw your arms up into the air in defeat. Blinking away any remaining exhaustion from your eyes, you turned to glare at who had disturbed your slumber. “Aria?” you mumbled and yawned. “What’s the matter? It’s still dark out.”

She fluttered close to your face and shuddered. “You can’t feel it?” she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. “Something… something is coming.”

You jolt forward and cup her delicately in your hands. “What? What is coming?” you weren’t tired now, oh no. Every nerve in your body was pulled taught with adrenaline, your heart starting to pound inside your chest as you awaited for her answer with bated breath.

“Something… something evil,” she gasped and her head turned to stare out the window. “Demons.”

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[a-deadly-serenade]

The Shield and the Sword: Chapter 16: Grim Visions of Fire [Alucard/Reader]

You’re a witch that is skilled in herbology, one that has been persecuted by the church for practically your entire life. In spite of this, moving throughout different towns has allowed you to pick up some chatter about a woman in a village called Lupu. She is supposed to be a wonder when it comes to medicine, and this immediately perks up your interest. So after plucking up some courage, you’ve made it to her door… hoping that she takes you as her apprentice.

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                                                  ___________

Throughout the upcoming weeks, your days were beginning to develop a rhythm to them. You would awake in the morning wrapped in the arms of the sleeping beauty beside you, bidding him good morning with a kiss to his temple. You would get ready for the day, sharing breakfast alongside Lisa and Vlad before heading to the greenhouse to work with the plants. Here, you would spend several hours cataloging their overall health and growth before commencing on your daily chores, such as watering or weeding or general maintenance.

Then, it’d be time for lunch. If it was a weekday, you and Lisa would travel to Lupu shortly thereafter for a day of work in the clinic.

However, when the weekend was upon you, the two of you would go to Târgovişte to set up shop in the market. Once you returned from a hard day’s work, you would have dinner with Adrian and his parents and then the two of you would excuse yourselves to devote a few hours to either magic practice or combat practice.

Your life was beginning to regain a sense of normalcy and you loved every second of it. You looked forward to waking up in the morning to get a start on the day and you were so proud of how far you’d come as a healer.

Much to your surprise, the chance you had taken on Valeria’s advice turned out to be quite the lucrative endeavor. With Albert’s help, what once started as small operation completely set up on a spare sheet, evolved into a legitimate business. Loaning you a cloth tent, the two of you were able to set up a practice that allowed for a bit more privacy and while a more serious patient could be tended to inside, others stopping by for a refill of their prescriptions or quick consult could easily be taken care of outside.

Albert was not lying either when he said that word travels fast in the city and within a couple of days, your clientele went from perhaps one to two a day to over a dozen people stopping by during your open hours in the marketplace.

Mother’s would bring in their rowdy children complaining about a sore thumb or of an injury that their oldest sibling swears they didn’t do! Elderly men and women would come in for a mysterious bruise, or a cough, sometimes even for advice, curious to hear what these new apprentices of Doctor Cazacu had to say on the state of modern medicine.

Yes, that is correct. The folks of Târgovişte viewed you and Lisa as students under the reputable physician whose family had been treating their city for generations. You didn’t exactly mind it though, you actually thought that this assumption was rather ingenious and would more than benefit you both in the long run. For who would try and stir trouble for the esteemed doctor’s heralded apprentices?

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