#did you watch Castlevania

[kamajisplace]

Bout snorted my brain out of my nose with this one

But do Richter and Alucard fuck in Castlevania: Nocturne

[azuree1733]

Why did I just clue in that Alucard is Dracula backwards am I genuinely slow

[hauntingblue]

Alucard becomes a father, belmont dies and hector and lenore have a tragic ending???? Alright

[the-music-maniac]

I have been positively harrassed by both Sephiroth and Alucard edits separately on tiktok for WEEKS and it FINALLY culminated in an Alucard + Sephiroth edit showing up on my fyp.

If I had a nickel for every time I liked a pretty male character with long white hair who fights with an unreasonably long sword, has a scientist mother and parental issues for days, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[irkedisaac]

this is a hate post let me be a hater or fuck off

nocturne fucking sucked and was bad. absolutely no plot, no memorable scenes, nothing that happened felt like it meant anything or lead anywhere. the reason that the failtwink unwizard could suddenly do tekken shit? no idea, anyway-[twelve straight scenes of the pink demon sexywoman killing people]

complete nothing of a show where nothing happened.

[bigraaga]

Dracula

[crowswarm]

🕶

[deer-with-a-stick]

IGHT BOIS WORLDS THEME OUT AGAIN

[sl33paholics]

Could you write smut of Alucard from Castlevania. Maybe light praise kink and telling the reader how well she's taking him. Definitely have Alucard eat her out and grinding against the mattress while giving head.

You taste incredible

Alucard x fem!reader

Warning(s): smut (eating out), kinks involved (praise kink)

"Just like that, my dear, you're taking me so well."

The long white blonde hair man would say. With a pillow that was placed under your hips, Alucard tilts your pelvis so your feet are resting comfortably on his shoulder blades. Alucard gently pushes up on your abdomen, helping himself expose the clitoris from underneath the clitoral hood. Your legs tighten around him as he lowers himself to kiss down your thigh and slowly inch your knees higher up to make sure the friction is right. Alucard works in silence for a while, then breaks into a grin when he hears you moan. His tongue traces the outer edge of your thighs, before finding your clit again and circling it. You gasp at the jolting sensation.

Alucard is gentle with everything he does. From when you first meet him. From when you first touch his bare skin as you walk around. From when you first kiss. The man's hands move smoothly and easily, as though they've done this before and he knows exactly what to do. The vampire prince wanted to award his princess for being an amazing woman with a fantastic body. Alucard wasn't very good at giving gifts, but he did want to make you happy. So he decided he could show you how much he loved you. Not just through a physical relationship, but by showing the love in your eyes every time you look at him.

You run one of your hands through his hair, feeling the silky strands against your palm. A small groan escapes your lips, and you feel yourself getting wetter with desire.

"Do you like that?" Alucard asks in between nips on your inner thigh, his intoxicating gaze looking up at you as he watched your face contort into a blissful expression, quickly nodding as he went back to work. "You're such a treasure, my love."

Your body tingles all over, goosebumps erupting all over your skin as you let out a low moan and Alucard squeezing your legs tighter, you cohuld feel his fingers work wonders on your swollen clit. Throwing your head back and letting out a loud groan, "You're doing so good, baby, I know you can pull through." You bite your lip when Alucard removes his finger from your clit, giving it gentle kisses. His breath is hot against your skin as he moves back to sucking on your clit, your moans turning louder as Alucard continues to massage your pussy. You writhe under him, "Who’s my beautiful girl?"

"M...m...me~" You moan and clutch onto the bedsheets as you watch Alucard continuing to work on you, his tongue flicking across the tip of your clit as he sucks gently. He doesn't miss a beat. It feels like you're losing your mind. Alucard was driving you crazy with pleasure. All you could think about were his fingertips moving inside of you, and the way he sucked your clit like he owned it, even when he knew it would get hard. It felt too good not to enjoy. You needed more. More stimulation. You needed him.

The rough movements you felt against yourself made you slowly come back to reality, your cloudy thoughts fading away until you realized your fiancé grinding against the bed, his eyes glazed with lust. It was only reasonable for him to pleasure himself while doing the same to his darling.

You squeal and try to sit up straight, pushing away his head, your pussy now drenched and a throbbing mess. You watched as Alucard's pupils dilate, he watches you with hungry eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenching, and the bulge in his boxers making you squirm. It looked like Alucard was ready to explode, but he couldn't restrain himself for any longer.

He moved in front of you, leaning down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as your hands caress his shoulders. This was it. This was it all you've been waiting for. You both finally had your moment after months of not being able to. "Mmh, Alucard, please… please…"

Alucard didn't even need to position yourself on the bed. Your pussy soaked and exposed, legs high up and bent, an exhausted expression on your face was all he needed.

"Take it for me, I know you can. I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're mine~"

[gladoswantscake]

You're so handsome when I'm all over your mouth - Dracula x Reader

Summary: Dracula will do everything to keep you safe. Even when you try to escape.

Warnings: Blood, gore, and possessiveness (Not over the top possessive. He's just really obsessed and wants to be with you :3 )

A/N: You can read this with any version of Dracula you want, I chose the Castlevania version of Dracula because I am respectfully down bad for him

Available on AO3

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." (𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘌𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘯)

You lose track of how long you've stayed within the castle walls of Dracula's home. You remember falling very ill before you were taken in by Dracula. It was supposed to be until you recovered back to health. It must have been a month or two, maybe longer since you last saw home.

The longer you stay, the more you discover his intentions. He's expressed how much he wanted you and has been doing everything he can to win your heart. He's also been carefully monitoring you but still keeping his distance. He's been alone for a very long time, and he couldn't let his feelings of possessiveness get the best of him.

Every time you left your bedroom with him by your side, you scrutinized what you've seen so far from the time you've spent in the castle and memorized what possible exits might lead you to the outside world.

Soon you would plan your escape.

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You were sitting in bed when gentle knocks on your bedroom door causes you to look up. The door opens to reveal Dracula checking up on you.

Seeing you up at this time made him concerned. "It's rather late, darling. Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" He closes the door behind him.

"It's one of those nights where I can't sleep." You lie.

"I see." He walks up to you, gesturing in request to sit next to you on the side of the bed. "May I?"

You scoot over to give him plenty of room to sit. The weight next to you weighs down a bit deeper. His cold hand finds your clothed back, slowly running up and down in a soothing manner.

"Is something troubling you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not sure what could be keeping me awake." You pause, thinking of an idea. It was a bit risky, but you had to ensure that he'd be asleep by the time you made your escape.

"Is there anything I can do to aid what ever trouble you are having?" He offers.

"Would you…stay with me? Maybe some company is what I need."

His brows raise with surprise. His fangs could be slightly seen through his grin. "Of course."

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You lift your head from his chest to see if he is asleep. "Vlad?" You whisper. No response came from him. You slowly remove his arms from your waist and quietly make your way to the door. You turn around one last time to check. He was still asleep.

You watch his sleeping form as you pulled the door closer to you. The bedroom door closes with a faint click. Now was your time to escape and you did so with whatever little time you had until he awoke.

Squishing sounds of wet leaves and crunching of branches being crushed underneath your shoes as you ran further from Dracula's castle. The night air was crisp without the feeling of the chilly weather sending you to shiver due to how fast you were running. You ran as far as your body could take you.

Was it a dumb decision? Perhaps. You were stuck in a foreign place, but there had to be someone or a place to find help. That was your idea once you escaped. The problem was where could you find help. The only option you had was to run until you could find something.

Within your distance, a slightly elder hiker was seen, walking on a trail equipped with a flashlight.

You express a weak smile from exhaustion as you stumble towards the man. "Sir! Please…help me." You pant, you hunch over with your hands resting on your knees.

The man expression was worrisome. His gaze fixates on your sweated and tired face.

"What happened?"

"I was kidnapped in that castle." You point in the direction where you ran from.

The man's eyes widened when he heard the word 'castle' from you. The rumors were true.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer." He quickly grabs your hand. "There's a town perhaps a mile from here."

As the man's head turns around, a dark figure pounces on the man. He begins screaming as his neck is being ripped open by a rabid dog's mouth. The man violently kicked and squirmed underneath its body. You stood in shock as the hiker's hands desperately attempted to push the dog's head away from his throat. Blood covered the man's hands and face, and his body was slowly moving. Eventually, his body went stiff.

The dog turns to face you. The hiker's flashlight was knocked to the ground now illuminating the crime scene. You could see bits of flesh stuck in between the canine's red bloodied teeth. You began backing up against a large tree as it started walking towards you. Its form shapeshifted into a human figure.

It was your captor.

Dracula wipes off the leftover blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, flinging droplets of blood to the side.

"I admire your ambition, but you should have known that I would have caught up rather quickly." Irritation arose from the tone of his voice. He turns to look at the mutilated corpse. "Although, I was feeling ravenous, however, your escape attempt cost the death of a human." He turns back to you.

You were trapped between the tree and him as he approached you closer. He moves strands of hair away from your face to see you better. "I'm quite displeased with what you tried to do." His face is mere inches from yours.

"I don't understand why you run from me. I have offered you my home and my devotion, so why must you turn your back on me?" He lifts your face to force you to look into his eyes. "Am I not worthy enough to care and love you?" His voice was filled with dejection.

The way you were leaning up against the tree made him tower over you. It made you feel anxious with the lack of space he was giving you. "All I wanted to do was to protect you. That's all, my love."

You wince as his bloodied fangs peak out from his half-closed mouth. "You're right. I should have known. I'm really, really sorry."

"I simply cannot express how worried I was when you were nowhere to be seen." His hand gently cradles the side of your face. You could sense how distraught he was rather than angry with you. "Promise me you will not do anything foolish as this again." He examines your exhausted face with both of his hands now cupping your face.

"I-I won't do it ever again. I. Promise." You whisper.

He gives you a half smile; relieved to hear your compliances. "I understand this is still new to you, but I promise to show you how much of a good husband I can be."

Then he brings his lips to yours. His fingers intertwine within your hair, gently balling your hair. His kisses become affectionate and possessive. He becomes more acquisitive as his bloodied tongue drags against yours. He loved feeling the warmth of your skin rubbing against his and the taste of your sweet saliva; how much he enjoyed tasting you on his tongue. He could only imagine what your blood would also taste like.

He pulls away to rest his forehead against yours with his eyes closed for a moment. "I will do everything in my power to keep you from harm's reach." He says with a shaky breath, then slowly pulls away.

"You must be freezing. Let's get you back. home."

[theres-a-body-here]

Excuse me? I just want to you to know your writing and content are tasteful. So I was wondering: after watching a certain burial scene, may I please request a Alucard (Castlevania) x M!Reader. It doesn’t have too spicy, maybe a little vanilla and sweet.

omg thank you! No problem.

Alucard Tepes x Male!reader

The library of the castle was dimly lit by the glow of the moonlight filtering through the dusty windows. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of pages turning as you read quietly at one of the wooden desks. The musty scent of ancient books permeated the area, giving off an eerie atmosphere fitting for the castle's history.

Feeling a chill run down your spine, you jump slightly as something cold encircles your neck. Your heart skips a beat, but you quickly realize it's just Alucard standing behind you. You relax and return to your book.

His hands rest gently on your shoulders before moving to wrap around your chest, leaning on you. You can feel his cool lips press against your neck, sending another shiver down your spine, but this time it's from the pleasant sensation.

"It's late," he murmurs softly in your ear, placing another chaste kiss under your ear. "You should be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep," you respond, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry if I woke you."

You hear a low chuckle as he nuzzles closer to get a look at the book laid open on the table.

"You didn't wake me," he says softly. "What are you reading?" He sounds genuinely curious now, resting his chin on your shoulder to glance at it's contents. When he sees that it's about fungi, his amusement grows evident. "Fungi? That's quite the nighttime reading."

"They've always been calming to me," you say, continuing to trace the lines of the drawing on the page with your fingertip. "There's something comforting about their simple existence—consuming, growing, spreading…"

Listening intently, Alucard smiles warmly at your words, charmed by your fascination with the seemingly mundane topic. He can't help but find your interests adorable. "Is that right?" he asks softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod before turning your head to look at him. "Is there anything that calms you…when you're feeling restless?"

Your question lingers in the air as Alucard contemplates his answer. Instead of answering immediately, he turns his gaze towards the window, lost in thought. The silence stretches on for a moment before he finally meets your gaze. And when he does, his expression is different; warmer, almost nostalgic.

"Yes…there is."

But instead of elaborating further, he remains silent once more, leaving you wondering.

Feeling a little confused, you turn your attention back to the book, waiting for him to elaborate. However, the longer the silence drags on, the more your mind starts connecting dots you hadn't before. Realization slowly dawns on you, causing heat to rise to your cheeks as you avoid looking at him.

"O-Oh...." you stammer, feeling silly for taking so long to figure it out.

At your reaction, he smirks playfully, "Oh?" he teases lightly, hiding a chuckle.

He doesn't waste any time in sliding his cold hands over yours, pulling them away from the book and gently places them over his chest, drawing your attention to him. Underneath your fingers, you can feel the steady rhythm of his beating heart.

It's faint, but beats regardless.

"Did you really need to ask?" he asks softly, meeting your gaze again with a knowing smile on his lips.

"I guess not," you reply, unconsciously leaning closer to him without realizing it.

Seeing your action, Alucard squeezes your hands reassuringly before leaning in himself. Your lips met halfway—his cold ones contrasting sharply with yours. As they collide, you feel a sudden chill spread through you as his cold seeps into your body, stealing your warmth.

The kiss deepened, and his grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing you against him firmly.

After everything, there was still an emptiness within him, but somehow sharing this small part of yourself helped fill that void—if only briefly.

[hauntingblue]

Castlevania is interesting but tell my why we get three episodes of internal conflict in the dracula castle (good) while the main characters are on a library and do fuck all. Well they have three scenes of relationship building that are supposed to mean something when they come out but they are so little and superficial imo

[apocalypse-shuffle]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆DROLTA TZUENTES⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ | THE DEMONESS (castlevania: nocturne)

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“Solar Prominences” (Drolta Tzuentes x Fem!Reader)

| Drolta has been going down a path, long enacting a plan, that you wish you didn’t have to take. Even still, you’d follow the love of your immortal life all the way to the end, even if it killed you.

| SFW, established relationship, angst, some comfort, murder, alatrism, Egypt, this reader-insert does not like Erzsebet, exposition heavy - vampire!reader

| Also not Drolta highkey being a soucouyant. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but I truly do not understand some of the design choices made for her character from a creature standpoint. SEASON TWO SPOILERS. (Pic source: Castlevania: Nocturne - “Devourer of Light” S1EP8)

| 2k+ words

Night Eternal.

The sun: eaten.

Wide eyes stare ceaselessly at the covered sun and darkened sky. Your gaze bouncing all over the stretched corners of Earth’s world above and all your brothers and sisters of the vein soaring through the air during what should’ve been noon.

On the rooftop you’ve since claimed a woman lands behind you.

You hear the jingle of Drolta’s jewelry before she properly announces herself.

The subtle clack of her hoofed heels and flap of her wings come next. Then the whoosh of her hair, the open sound of her flames dying down, registers to your ears.

Arms crossed, you drum the sharp points of your nails against the brown expanse of your skin, brows lifting.

“What did I tell you, my Sweet?”

Quiet, you swallow the residual blood in your mouth from the Noblewoman you’d snatched from her carriage the moment darkness overtook the sun. Earlier in the week she’d likened your hair to the ‘dirty’ swamp moss she’d encountered during her visit to Louisiana; cockier around you than she should’ve been despite knowing what you were, too caught up on her pretend version of what the ‘natural order of things’ was.

So ‘naturally’ you drained her gaunt, and then turned to her handmaiden because even after her you’d still found yourself peckish.

These French and their ridiculous dedication to aesthetics. Absentmindedly, you flick a bit of severed flesh from your cleavage; so unnecessarily skinny the lot of them. You missed when aristocrats (even dedicated to not washing as they were) weren’t afraid to have a little meat on their bones to showcase their upper status.

Originally, you’d been planning on snatching her from her sleep after a bit of antagonism once true nightfall fell later today but you couldn’t complain about cutting short the restless anticipation that had before now had nothing better to do than fester restlessly under your skin.

“To believe,” you say at last, still chasing faint crimson with your tongue. Blood had a tendency to get trapped in the grooves of your fangs.

To believe in her impossible woman. In her false Vampire Messiah and her aggrandizing power grab.

Your brows furrow back over your dark eyes all over again.

How many years had you been by her side before Erzsebet even came into the picture, only to be cast as second priority to Erzsebet’s blood thirst and unwavering desire for conquest?

“Yes,” the corner of Drolta’s lips twitch upwards; not quite a smile for you, not yet. “And do you finally? Believe in our Messiah?”

Belief.

Faith.

What nonsense dogma. Such hollow promises.

You’d watched Sekhmet burned by the Christians, temples fallen, and faithful followers scorned without mercy. And through it all no worship had helped, no amount of sacrifice, or fighting, or tears.

No, your only constant had been Drolta and then a smear of seemingly never ending darkness atop your soul.

By the end you had learned your lesson, and yet still Drolta had failed to follow your lead. She’d clung to hope of blood possession and resurrection after you’d found yourself displaced from the safety of your lover - from Egypt - and shipped off in stacks of blood and sorrow and feces.

Still, you step back to turn from the building's edge. Drolta has always craved a higher purpose as long as you’ve known her. A ruthless, hands on way to worship and be rewarded in turn; her insistence of the same now was really nothing new bar your less than tolerant reaction towards it.

You weren’t too cocky to be unable to admit that you were…impressed, however.

She’d managed a lot with her bloodthirst and ever present plotting, broke the sun even.

What a miracle she’d orchestrated.

A hundred plus years on this neverending plane and finally something had managed to surprise you.

To yourself, you smile. Hide the tiny upturned corners of your mouth as you turn to your lover, hand an extra barrier from her gaze as you pass it through the air to sweep your cloud of thick curls over your shoulder. It cascades down the length of your back till the tips hang just past the rise of your backside, purposefully the opposite of the types of updos the French thought so favorably of for their women because you were not one of them and held no desire to be so either.

To Drolta, you give a steady look.

Following hasn’t been your particular cup of tea for the better half of multiple centuries. It only took so many years of being beaten to kneel for you to grow an aversion to its systematic use and the often heavily adorned, sometimes pale, faces who’d looked down at you in the thick of it.

And even still you hardly kneeled for Drolta unless the exchange was neutral. A natural cycle of give and take. Power exchanged willingly, participation optional.

Submitting yourself to a God’s whims, false or not, was the type of uneven exchange you preferred not to buckle for. Not anymore.

Not, especially, when it was Drolta’s bastardized Messiah.

Drolta should know that better than any soul still alive enough to tell the tale. You had not been modest about your aversion to submission during her time snatching displaced disciples from the European islands, you’re sure even that very passion had been what had drawn her so succinctly back to you in the first place.

And yet she asks you for your belief with such poorly hidden satisfaction, like all you had needed to give yourself wholly to a bitch you didn’t trust as far as you could hurl her into the sun to burn forever was Báthory making a bigger spectacle of herself than usual.

Oh how you miss the days when you’d both only existed for fucking and fighting and being free. Gorging yourselves on blood and death, beholden by your love for one another alone, and slaughtering your way through sands and snow and the King’s poorly controlled conquests before returning back home.

The raiders had already come and Sekhmet’s body had since been lost. Drolta had survived their merciless slaughtering of her sisters, and you had been brought in down the line to help her lead. To help her search.

Drolta and you had been free even despite the weight that hung over you nonetheless.

Free until Drolta’s eventual push for Báthory to take control in the face of your unacceptable reality took precedence. Until the promises of grandeur that Drolta had fed you fell at your feet, the new faulty deity that she’d built up needing to make followers anew in her vampiric image.

You’d made a beautiful offering to Báthory’s corrupted version of the goddess you'd once sworn yourself to. Convenient as her first turned, loyal to a fault to her faithful emissary, and too precious for Drolta not to keep near even whilst her priorities shifted away from you harder than ever.

For years prior it had been Drolta who you’d wanted to turn you, blessed as she’d been by your actual goddess as her most favored and ruthless priestess. Drolta, less human than you by far, had sworn to you she’d become your Maker and then promptly pivoted to convince you to take vampiric blood from the vein of another instead; to be similarly blessed by your goddess.

Except Erzsebet was hardly any goddess, reborn or otherwise, you didn’t care how much goddess blood she consumed. A fact that you, quite frankly, couldn’t stress enough even if your demoness continuously refused to listen.

Fury led your partner to previously unthought of extremes, however, and shame at her failure to be a proper priestess made her ambitious enough to give herself wholly to aiding whoever took to Sekhmet’s blood without succumbing to death. Drolta would never stop trying to make up for losing your goddess’s body, no matter if it meant calling Báthory her mistress and mauling through armies and hordes to get her on a throne.

The bullheaded woman in question draws closer. Walking past your shoulder to settle standing beside where you just were, overlooking Machecoul in all its darkened overcast glory.

Despite everything she still captures your attention.

She takes a moment to look at the eclipse. Tilts her head up and raises her arms beside her to catch the sun’s nullified beams against umber skin, to feel the wind’s delicate chill across supernatural features and outstretched wings.

The radiant ends of her tight curls dance in the breeze, little embers of colorful fire carried away by the current so fresh from her having fully transformed.

When she turns to you her lashes flutter, fuchsia eyes meeting your scarlet and locking you in place.

For a moment it’s as if she’s yours again.

As if you being hers holds the weight of every deceleration ever all at once; accumulated into one large forever vow to keep you.

Ensnared in her aura as you are when she shifts to take a step closer to you, outstretched and still raised hand turning up to invite yours, you unlock and take two deft steps of your own without a second thought.

Meeting her in the middle is easy. Magnetic attraction to your demoness more a well worn muscle than breathing at this point. You’re too far removed from your fledgling days to have pantomimed breath as a crutch in forever, but the devotion you stood by is your only constant in this un-life.

Once she gets her hands on you Drolta pulls you in with a blur of movement, her grasp unrelenting. She settles your hands on her hips without waiting for you to make the decision yourself, moves one of her now free hands to dance spindly fingers up your side and then rest her palm securely over your unmoving ribcage.

Grand leathery wings encircle you in their strange icy heat, surrounding you with just her. Her and the soft, colored insides of her wings that press against your unnaturally unscarred skin so succinctly.

“Hm,” she reaches her other hand up to ghost the tips of her nails down the side of your face, eyes searching, “I expected a bit more excitement for the miracle I helped orchestrate, you know?”

“I’m…awed,” you argue, trying not to let your face screw up.

Drolta raises a singular brow, expression unflinching. She palms the side of your face, skin cool as the dead, and rubs the pad of her finger across your lower lip.

“Oh, is that the look you’re giving me…?”

The drag of her thumb drags your attention away, your mind wandering bitterly and gaze following suit.

Whether or not you were excited really didn’t matter here.

“It’s the only look I have.”

In hardly a second the corners of her lips tick down into a frown and the quick look she drags down your body is tentative. Her face loses any traces of that worry just as it registers to you at all, though, gone too quickly for you to address.

When her thumb passes over your lip for the last time is the exact moment you realize she’s not just touching you to be sentimental either.

Drolta snatches you up by the chin, thumb digging not uncomfortably into the divot of your jaw, and forces the entirety of your gaze back onto her. She smiles at the way you frown, at the way you don’t resist.

“Nonsense. The sun is gone, most humans will die without it soon enough, and we will reign over all that remains.” The fingers on your ribcage shift like a spiders’ legs against your body in tandem with her words. Whether in admonishment or the simple urge to touch, you couldn’t guess. “Almost makes you feel alive, no?”

In her hold you twitch, bumping lightly into her wings.

Possibly.

“You make it sound far simpler than it is,” you murmur. The hold on your jaw eases up, a nail scrapes lightly across your cheek.

Drolta scoffs, luminous eyes sparking.

“There’s no use dawdling about the inevitable, my Sweet. You know that. We will rule by Sekhmet’s side again, and they will all bow or be slaughtered for their disobedience.”

“…If you believe that to be true,” you say.

The woman doesn’t so much as hesitate.

“I do.”

Her hand lifts from your ribs and Drolta takes care to sink her restless fingers into your dark hair. Touch undemanding when she scrunches it fondly, nails scraping lightly over your scalp. You lean into her hold like a withering flower long denied light.

Oh, to be hers again. To bring terror beside her like during the good eras you both lived once upon a time.

The scrape against your plumper skin stings, and then it bleeds. A singular drop falling from the finely split skin of your cheek. You don’t react to it until your lover brings her hand up to taste that bead of liquid, a line of your blood dragged down the middle of her tongue that she savors with a meager groan.

Lashes fluttering, you eagerly press back into her returning hold on your face. When you shut your eyes your lids fall heavily. You make a low noise in the back of your throat that borders on a growl, biting back your own groan, but grit your teeth against it anyway.

“Truly?”

Even while eager to taste yourself against her tongue you can’t help but to be dubious. Vampires had ruled once already, had they not? Even Dracula’s dominion had fallen, lordship finally ended in an evening. Even Sekhmet had been overshadowed, worshipers depleted to a pathetic degree compared to what they once were.

When her wings close even more securely around you it feels transcendent, you gasp at the cooling feel of them.

“Truly,” she murmurs, leaning in, the brush of her plush lips against yours almost playful when she grins. You find yourself matching her grin, if only smaller, and she chuckles lowly, lidded gaze intent on you. “There is no reason to doubt.”

Drolta’s mouth presses to yours with abandon, presence demanding as it crashes over you. She drags you in with a tug on your hair and then pulls you flush to her after bringing that very same hand down to grip your hip.

The kiss is crushing. Filled with years worth of elation, of satisfaction. It drags on for its own mini eternity, your tongues clashing as she dives in to taste the stray traces of blood staining your gums. Moaning, you wrap an arm around her to drag her impossibly closer by the waist, not fighting her palm on your cheek even as you bring your other hand up to take hold of her chin. Determined, you make her give you more access to her mouth, loosen her jaw so you can rub the tip of your tongue across her fangs and feel her shudder against you.

You stamp down your doubt only because it is her asking. Only because you want her to be so very correct on principle, even if it means ceding to Erzsebet.

At the end of the day you were happy as your own god, your own control, and your own rule maker. One god had failed you already, and unlike Drolta you would not go tracking down another Master. But, still, you could not quit Drolta. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

Her gaze is smouldering once your kiss breaks, her grasp on you remaining possessive.

Running your dark knuckles down the side of her face, pace steady, you allow her another fleeting smile.

This one is even smaller than the last but Drolta doesn’t notice enough for it to make any difference. She’s too busy staring off into the distance. Staring in the direction of the château and the grand woman who corrupted its shadow, the all powerful gift giver who has given you this night.

Nonetheless it’s not gratitude that twists your smile into something less pleasant. Not reverence that makes your eyes freeze over a brighter, frostier red.

There was a time where you complemented one another.

Where you’d vowed to be mistresses of your own domains and bow only to each other.

Now you’re not so sure she wouldn’t bow to a different mistress - her ‘goddess’ - if she took it upon herself to tear you in two with her pale crystalline hands.

Your touch upon her cheek turns sharp when you turn your hand to cup the side of her face, the tips of your nails biting into her supple skin.

How well gorged she is.

When Drolta glances with lidded pink eyes back to you she’s smirking. She thinks you're playing— her and her damned insistence on games.

Expression smoothing out to something more bored than not, you raise a brow.

“Fly back with me,” she says. An answer to a question not asked. “Let us serve Erzsebet together.”

You stare.

Curse this world and its poison called belief.

You’d had a lover once.

The corners of your eyes crinkle. If you had tears you would be too inclined to shed them.

Blinded by her devotion as she is Drolta doesn’t notice your despair. She just laughs to herself, eager to serve, even more so than typical of her.

Eager to kill, more like it.

When she looks back out to her Messiah her eyes twinkle, and where once you’d scene sapparies you now only see coal.

How had you not noticed just how far she’d fallen?

That she’d been taken from you?

“Of course,” you lie, words coating your blood stained tongue like ash.

Drolta smiles wider, pretty fangs glinting in the moon’s light, before her wings expand and flap behind her.

Pink magic swirls and her arms circle your waist. Red - your red - rushes up to match it, though wings of your own do not sprout, and with your combined abilities you take flight.

Absent your usual synergy you're almost disappointed the unconnected swirls of your energies still work to carry you towards a woman you were steady wanting less and less to do with.

Sorrow grips your unbeating heart whole and despair eats at it as you follow Drolta’s lead anyway, her arms still around you like she could keep any of the promises you whispered into one another’s skin what feels like eons ago.

Your lover’s embrace has never felt so false and the moon’s face has never looked so foreign.

The love of your life had been stolen from right under your nose and you hadn’t even noticed, no longer yours alone. No longer your beloved - your Drolta - but a believer; a follower.

Erzsebet’s beloved emissary.

Truly it had been foolish of you to ever think that after all their centuries together Drolta’s loyalty to Erzsebet Báthory could ever be shaken by her love for you, by your devotion to her, or the two lives you’ve shared together— one life more than Erzsebet’s gotten, but still not a divine enough life for you to stay the only woman at Drolta’s side.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! Drolta’s ass was wrong the whole time, but pretty privilege is a bitch so here I am adding another evil woman to my collection anyway, I love this character bad.

Okay, I finally finished this show (in Nov 2024) and started getting some ideas by the last episode so here we go. And, really, my only serious complaint as of right now is the f-bomb crutch that impacted nearly every character’s dialogue; it really did get egregious at times. And keep in mind that I wrote this before season two dropped.

Also, me and Egypt are not familiar with one another so I kept things vague but if anything is super off (and outside of the boundaries set by the show) feel free to check me.

Also also, I made a True Blood reference if anybody caught it!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

EDITED: 1/16//25 later in the day bcs I watched the first few episodes of season two.

[fallloverfic]

Finished the second season of Castlevania: Nocturne and loved it! Spoilers below.

Angry boi PROTEC HIS MAN!!!! Just his running to Mizrak, so worried. Even interrupted his revenge. I just love that his serpent form came back T-T And multiple times!!!

The fight scenes were so good!!! Just so many amazing ones!

ALSO WHAT DOES ADRIAN MEAN NOT THE FIRST TIME YOU SAVED MY LIFE???? I AM-!!!!

(So happy they know each other and I think it's hilarious my fic could potentially be a prequel now alkdjalkdjaljdalj)

Everyone cute. Annette and Richter were just awww. Glad Edouard and Annette get to stay together, and Edouard can go home and get his bass player :3

Also so many gorgeous Adrian bits. Truly. Him coming out of the river was so mmmm. Also loved all the magic he got to use XD And the music was fun!

Also loved all the Egyptian stuff. The soul count was a little... (I was like why are you saying just 2 or 3, there's more than that...?), but apparently the # of parts has changed over time (it's not just 4 or 5) and it's you know, vampires during the French Revolution, so sure, whatever. The trip to Duat was fun! And Ammit's form was pretty cool.

Poor Tera. Bye Emmanuel, no one misses you.

Loved that we got some dragon fighting. Also that the dragon didn't die. Was worried. Though I will say, Sekhmet punching it was kind of funny aldkjlaj I felt sort of bad when Juste, Richter, and Maria were all boosting its breath like, "That can't be too comfortable for the dragon..."

Just think it's funny we have animated Robespierre joining forces with the son of Dracula to defend Paris from a crazy Hungarian serial killer noble who believes she's the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian goddess lol

The return of Drolta was really fun. I was sad she was in so relatively little of season 1. This was really great.

For historical things, I appreciate that they referenced how folks in France sold and bought food to watch executions. I also appreciate the reference to the trend of European obsession with eating mummies.

I will be thinking about Mizrox's future. I feel bad I'm mostly happy Olrox survived the season lol I like Mizrak just fine, and I like that Olrox likes him, but my priority is Olrox, not Mizrak, sorry lol Clearly they have some things to work out XD Should be fun (for someone, I hope). Someone else pointed out they never talked about the animal/soul stuff, and it was kind of just... Mizrak getting over it (or side-stepping it) and not apologizing to Olrox about it. And Olrox just... kind of accepting that the guy he's in love with is like this. I think it's funny that after having written You reluctant demon back in 2023, where they do have a conversation about it, I completely forgot it as a thing I wanted to happen lol Cause in my mind the matter is settled. Like the show, quite frankly, feels like neat fanfiction to me at this point (that's not what it is, but that's how my brain works, it's part of why I wasn't as anxious about season 2 releasing as I was for season 3 of the first series releasing). It's great in all the things it does, amazing stuff I never could have thought of, which is far better than a lot of the stuff I did in my fic (and those fight scenes, dang). But yeah, I do agree, they should have talked about it. And they don't. And it's... mm...

Another thing is that Mizrak maybe still has some racism to unpack. There's that line Olrox has about when his people were massacred by the Spanish, and Olrox says, "And our terrifying gods could do nothing to save us." And Mizrak replies, "Perhaps your gods were the problem," and it's like what the fuck Mizrak lol I don't know if it's part of his struggles with his own faith, which is very obviously happening, how if a god exists, they're allowing all this stuff to happen, that Emmanual failed so hard, and believing in a god - which is his issue - is causing so much of his issues (it's making him believe his affection for Olrox is false, that Olrox doesn't have a soul, and/or it's not saving him from what he believes is a wrong attraction, idk). Or, from a semi-logical standpoint, that Olrox's people were attacked because they weren't Christian, and that the Spanish wouldn't have attacked Olrox's people if they were Christian. Or simply that "well it's your fault for not being Christian", I have no idea. It's a weird moment. We have really not moved past the "animal" conversation all that much. Olrox is very, very forgiving. And I am way more forgiving because I forgot I resolved most of this in my fic over a year ago lol I don't know, relationships are messy, I enjoyed what I saw of them. Olrox running to Mizrak's side was a lot and I loved it. The way Olrox is like, "I thought you wanted to know" killed me.

ANYWAY though... it was a good season. Really, I liked it.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there may I request a gender who gets sugar rushes once they're on it they're just all over the place running up and down or just getting into shenanigans such as causing mischief or just being silly. Can this be with the Vox Machina and Castlevania/Nocturne.

Sure!

Masterlist 11

Alucard

He’s watching you with a half exasperated, half “they’re cute when they ramble-talk” expression

Trevor

Either he unknowingly gave you all that sugar or did it on purpose just to see how hyper you get for his amusement

Sypha

That’s it! No more sugar for you! That is, until the next time you see her and she’s just as hyper

Greta

She has to keep you from wandering off yet at the same she’s eyeing that candy too like “hmmm….maybe just one piece…”

Richter

He’s just as hyper as you, even without the candy, and encourages your antics

Dracula and Lisa

Drac himself is exasperated with your pranks and Lisa can only have so much patience before she’s like “ok that’s enough for today”

Lenore

Vampires don’t get as hyper as humans do but she thinks it’s naively cute seeing you like this, feeling a small sugar rush herself form your blood

Hector

He’s watching you flit around, trying not to laugh, but can help but burst into a fit of giggles with how you act with the Undead animals

Maria

She’s just naturally hyper and giggling like crazy seeing you high on sugar

Annette

She can’t help but laugh at some of the things you say but also tries to keep you from overdoing it on the pranks