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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 6 months ago

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Castlevania Characters Comforting GN! Reader After They Receive Bad/Scary News

A/N: Yes, this super-fast little headcanon piece was inspired by the US Election results. I did a lot of crying and mourning the day after and now I am ready to fight. I can’t offer you all a lot on this blog besides escapism and comfort, so I opted for the latter for this little post. They’re short (with some shorter than others) but I wanted to bang ones out for as many characters as quickly as possible.

Note: Politics are not mentioned in the headcanons below. GN! Reader’s upsetting/scary news is not directly mentioned, rather the focus is on how their partner would comfort them.

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Trevor:

Comfort, for most of his life, has been a stranger to Trevor. But that doesn’t mean he is incapable of providing it for his partner. It’s quite the opposite really.

Trevor will make sure you’re warm and cozy, wrapping you in his cloak or blankets, and sitting beside you.

Trevor won’t promise that everything will be okay, because, let’s face it, he knows better. Life isn’t always okay, it’s hard and unpredictable. As a result, Trevor feels empty sweet words aren't as comforting as they are infuriating or patronizing.

Instead, Trevor simply holds you and tells you that he will always be by your side- in every battle, through every hardship, and every sunrise- he will always be there for you.

Yes, Trevor’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s smart and wise when he wants to be. As hard and dangerous as life may be for you, you can trust he’s always observant, and on the lookout for anything else that may wish to do you harm.

If anyone wants to get to you, they’re gonna have to go through him first.

Sypha:

Sypha is naturally empathetic and nurturing, so comforting her loved ones after they receive bad news comes easily to her. She’s such a comforting presence herself that even if you were hesitant to explain your feelings, just spending time near Sypha reassures you in a way.

She makes sure you’re warm, especially your feet since hers are freezing all of the time.

Once you're settled comfortably, she pulls you into her chest and allows you to rest your head on her shoulder.

If you need to cry, that’s okay. She rubs a heated hand up and down your back as you let it all out. Her Speaker Magic ensures her hands are at the best temperature for soft, loving warm touches.

Alucard:

Alucard is no stranger to grief. He’s been given many reasons to mourn throughout his life, even if he’s had to temporarily compartmentalize those feelings to perform his more important duties.

But because Alucard has never had the opportunity to feel first and act later, he takes it upon himself to perform any obligations you may otherwise have while he lets you sit in your despair.

And should the level of pain prevent you from doing the things you need to do to take care of yourself, Alucard has no problem aiding you with those duties as well. He’ll cook you a nutritious meal, draw you a nice warm bath, and whisper you stories until you fall asleep.

He finds that your vulnerability prompts him to further open himself to you- your worry reminds him it’s okay to have his own. The two of you cry and commiserate, holding each other through the tears and sadness as well as the feelings of betrayal and anger.

Things may be difficult and dark ahead but as long as you can hold on to each other, Alucard swears all will be alright.

Greta:

Greta has endured a lot as the leader of her people. Even so, grief and anguish aren’t really her thing.

Still, she knows when other people have reached their emotional limit, and she’s quite good at getting them to open up to her in ways they may not have expected.

As her partner, know that she’s very observant and in tune with your emotions. Before you can even tell her that you’ve received bad news, she knows that already, just by the look on your face.

She’ll take you somewhere private, away from the other villagers’ prying eyes, where you can express freely how it is you feel.

Like Trevor, she won’t promise that all will end well, but she swears that no matter the storm, you don’t have to weather it alone—she’s not going anywhere.

Dracula:

Dracula is a loyal and obsessive lover, which makes him almost supernatural at detecting your moods/emotions.

He can read your face the way scholars read a book- he knows what it is you're thinking, and just how it is you’re thinking of it.

If you’re shaken up or upset, or incredibly angry at some news you’ve just received, Dracula will not only do everything in his power to console you but to amend whatever issue it is that has you so worked up.

If someone has wronged you, he will kill them, it’s as simple as that. (Unless, of course, you beg him not to, in which case, he cannot help but do as you ask.)

If you’re worried about your coming physical safety, fear not. He simply takes it upon himself to accompany you everywhere you go. (He’s learned this lesson the hard way, and he’s not about to lose another love in this manner.)

If all else fails, Dracula will encourage you to do what you must to feel better: to release these feelings any way you know how. If you need to scream or cry or hurt a human or two, he does not judge you for it. You are his beloved human, and he is nothing but in awe of your emotional spectrum. Even though he despises the ignorance of humanity, Dracula cannot ignore the beauty that exists in feeling alive.

Lisa:

Lisa is a doctor, and she’s very used to delivering bad or unsavory news to her patients. Of course, it’s much more difficult for her to do so when she’s handling you, but she still puts on a brave and wise face for your sake.

If it's a problem she can help you with, you can rest assured she will use every bit of knowledge, every tool at her disposal to make you feel better. And if it is a problem of society, not medicine, or science, she still tries her hardest to cheer you up.

She reminds you of all the scientific advancements humanity has made thus far. Sure, many times things have been forgotten, or left to the wayside, but knowledge is forever. And just because the majority of people refuse to accept or believe in something, does not mean that science is dead.

She will help you archive and preserve your experience as she believes leaving knowledge behind for future generations, even emotional and personal knowledge is a must.

And on the nights when it all feels hopeless, she will brush your hair and sing you lullabies, like the ones she sang to Adrian all those years ago.

Hector:

Hector is a very emotional person. It’s his sensitivity that led him to discover his forgemaster abilities, and partly due to that, he sees his sensitivity as a strength.

He cares for all wounded animals, and don’t think for a second that he won’t drop absolutely everything else to care for you, his partner!

He will call over all your favorite reanimated pets and orchestrate a giant cuddle pile, especially in the coming days if he has to return to work/can’t hold you 24/7. He ensures you’re never lonely or frightened by creating a night creature guard who he orders to protect you with its life.

Hector is very interested in your thoughts and opinions about your grief. He wants to know exactly what it is that hurts you, and how it’s materialized within the world, so he can record it in his teachings/books for later scholars to come to understand.

Hector truly loves just having you near, holding you close, be it in bed, or seated outside enjoying a beautiful sunny day. He loves picnicking with you, showing you all the little amazing things the world has created, from the single blades of grass, to all the little bugs and creatures that call it home, and to the gorgeous blue sky, and the many different species of birds that travel through it.

He knows humans can be cruel. He knows the world can be ugly, but he also knows it can be beautiful, and more than anything, he wishes to share that with you, because, well, he thinks you’re one of the most beautiful things in it.

Isaac:

Isaac has a naturally soothing presence. Just him being there for you makes you feel less unsteady.

Once he calms you down enough so that you can speak without sobbing, he'll ask for as much information as he can. He’s not trying to rib or interrogate you, it’s just that he wishes to be as equally aware of the subject as you are.

Being a very wise man, Isaac will offer advice on the situation, when applicable. And when it isn’t, he simply assures you that within his palace, so long as you are surrounded by his night creatures and those of a like mind, no harm will come to you.

He encourages you to sit and meditate with him. The two of you sit close to the ground, breathing in and out. It doesn’t undo what has happened, but it helps make you feel more in control of your future. All that Isaac asks, in imagining the possibilities of such a wonderful future, you include him in it.

Godbrand:

Let’s be honest, Godbrand is pretty darn observant, but only half of the time. So, after you receive bad news, he’s either made aware at about the same time you are, or he’s 100% in the dark until you tell him to his face what has happened.

If he doesn’t pick up on your soured mood, he’ll be a big grumpy baby about it. He complains when you don’t laugh at his jokes, or compliment his prowess after he tells the group a story of one of his recent spoils. He keeps picking at your expression until you’ll eventually have enough, and feel petty enough to spite him.

It’s only after a week of you reeking of garlic that he relents and asks what the hell’s wrong.

You throw a bulb of garlic at his head.

In the event he has picked up on your mood, he assumes he’s done or said something to (ahem, once again) offend you. He’ll bring you jewelry or flowers or clothes or some of that mushy shit in an attempt to apologize. And when you tell him that this time, he’s in fact done nothing wrong, he bursts out laughing. The ridiculousness of the situation causes you to laugh too and before you know it the two of you are enjoying a night of merriment and drink, teasingly but lovingly, laughing at the other’s antics.

Raman and Sharma:

Whatever this news is, you can bet their response will be similar.

They’ll lavish you with fine gifts- gold, jewelry, and silks- but don’t expect too much emotional support.

They adore you, but they also believe you to be this precious ornament, the rarest gem in their crown. You may have feelings, and be a multidimensional human, but they simply cannot see you that way.

For them, humans are stupid, weak, imbeciles that are par in comparison to them. But you, you are not stupid, nor weak, nor an imbecile, and while they certainly don’t believe you rival them per se, they do believe you’re worthy of their attention.

They tell you to forget about other people. You have them now. And if they’re being honest, what better news could a person like you possibly receive than that?

Cho:

Cho has never been one to care for weakness, be it physical or emotional. However, she has been known to make an exception on occasion for you.

These feelings of grief, or anger- whatever they may be, she tolerates you exhibiting them so long as you do not ask her to physically comfort you.

If you wish to be cuddled, she has other human servants in her court who could provide such service for you.

While she claims to be unmoved by your situation, however, she does make a note of finding out if someone or something in particular has caused you this distress. When you ask her about it later, she feigns ignorance as to why that person or that thing has suddenly disappeared.

Dragoslav:

Dragoslav is a very practical, no-nonsense kind of man. He was that way even before he was turned into a vampire.

He understands that humans and vampires have feelings because of course they do. But he does not see the reason for giving in to such things all the damn time.

Where he comes from, people are usually very hardy, they do not complain about having to weather life’s many difficulties.

However, as he is a vampire aristocrat, he’s become accustomed to a certain degree of luxury. This privilege has made him soft, in a way. His simple approach to believing merely being a vampire is enough to allow him to feel no threat nor shame when you confess your feelings of grief or anger to him.

He lets you indulge in your feelings for a short period, perhaps even daring to sit with you as you talk through them, before telling you to brush your shoulders off and become strong once more.

Zufall:

Zufall (second only to Dracula) is closest to what you’d assume a stereotypical European vampire is like.

In his immortality, Zufall prefers to be alone and chooses rather to surround himself with books and trinkets as opposed to a court full of servants.

However, he does take an interest in humans as temporary companions. You are warm and interesting, and so eager to satisfy him, how could he resist the temptation to have a handful of you in rotation at any given time?

You are one of his favorites, and while he will not ever regard you as an equal, he does truly wish for you to be content with his company. If you’ve received bad news, and are looking downcast, he will enquire about it, asking to know if there is perhaps something about your room or your enrichments that he can alter.

If you are more on the hysterical side, Zufall will even begrudgingly allow you to hold him, as he runs his clawed fingers gently up and down your back. He hushes you before telling you parts of a fable he can recall from back when he was still a human boy. His deep voice and strong accent help lull you to sleep.

Carmilla:

Upon finding out you’re upset because you’ve received bad news, she’s filled with both annoyance and rage. Who dares to upset you? Don’t they know better than to trifle with her precious human? She will make them pay, whoever did this, whatever caused this. She will slice it to death with her claws if need be.

If your news isn’t caused by the actions of one other person, but let’s say a mood or an opinion of society, she rolls her eyes, before pulling you close to tell you that you have nothing to worry about.

Society is what’s kept her powerless and secondary all these years, she has no respect for its select worship and demonization of certain people and powers that be.

She makes sure you’re pampered: the finest linens and silks, the best meals, and the best wine Styria has to offer if all yours with a snap of your fingers.

She tells you not to worry, dear pet. She swears the world will soon bend to accommodate both yourself and her. And should anyone dare to stand in your way, she will squash them like the insignificant bug they are.

Overall, she’s a little dramatic and murder-y about it, but it’s only because she loves you, and she knows how hard living (or nonliving) is when you’ve been made to feel small. She never wants you to know that pain. And you won’t, so long as she has something to say about it.

Lenore:

Lenore is a natural peacekeeper, so when she notices you are upset, she immediately sets out to do something about it.

She will ask if there’s anything you would like help with, or if there’s perhaps anything she can get for you.

If someone else is causing problems for you, she offers to act as a go-between or mediator of sorts and talk it out on your behalf. She insists on it, especially if the person causing you great distress or giving you bad news is one of her sisters.

Striga & Morana:

Striga and Morana are very practical thinkers, even if Striga is prone to outbursts occasionally. As a team, they are strategic experts in execution. As such they notice small changes in your mood. You don't even have to confide in them before they ask you what’s wrong.

Striga offers to torture or kill whoever’s causing you to feel this helpless meanwhile Morana makes you a soothing cup of tea.

It can be a lot to take in at once, two people who love you who want to protect you, assisting you in the very distinct ways they know how, but you know it is because they treasure your company.

If this news is not something that can be fixed, they will hold you sandwiched in between them as you let out your feelings, be it by crying or simply voicing your frustrations.

St. Germain:

St. Germain tends to get carried away in his train of thought, so he is not always privy to your feelings and opinions.

You would have to confide in him that you’ve received such devastating news, otherwise he would be completely oblivious.

He still swears he has no clue as to why his previous lover left him, something that haunts him to this day. So the minute you tell him something’s wrong, he drops everything he’s doing and listens.

He’ll hold you close to him and whisper sweet things into your ear, telling you how much he loves you and values you. He ensures you this world, and countless others, are greater with you in it. He begs for you to internalize that. He truly doesn’t believe he could survive without you.

All he knows is that this world, as well as his life, would be poorer if you were not in it.

Ratko:

Ratko is not a sensitive man, but he does recognize the importance of sharing news with your loved ones, so he will insist you tell him what you know, as soon as you know it.

When he learns it’s distressing, he sighs and reminds you that when you are close to a victorious vampire, such news should not matter.

Still, if you are shaken up or angry, he will relent and allow you to sit in your emotions for a time.

When he thinks it’s appropriate (most likely sooner than you would have), he demands your presence, bringing you to a surprise. It may be good human food, it may be money, it may be clothes, either way, those things matter not to Ratko. To him, they are merely symbols of wealth and victory.

But that is why he insists you enjoy them. Despite whatever news you receive, he insists that you spend every waking moment feeling victorious- because you are.

He thinks most humans are stupid pigs, beings he feels no need to respect. But with you, he is in awe of you. That alone, he will remind you, should make you feel more worthy than any other human on the planet.

Varney/Death:

Varney is an enigma, mainly because he’s playing dual roles. As Varney, he is compelled to embellish and dramatize his thoughts and feelings, and he will respond similarly to your own. On the other hand, as Death, he is compelled to be stoic and serious, gleefully capturing souls after they’ve departed.

In the chance your upsetting news is the loss of a loved one, he will know before you. (Because you know, he is Death after all.) But for your sake, he will act shocked when you tell him. It may be a lie, but it’s meant for your benefit. He’d rather lie and validate your feelings than tell the truth and make you feel more alone.

In the case your news is not a death, he will learn of it only if you tell him. And when you do, he tries to listen, and not tune you out. It’s a difficult task, the ups and downs of a single human life tend to seem too trivial to him, but for you, he makes an exception.

And while he cannot directly kill all the people who have upset you, should your news be centered around the actions of a large group of people, he will make a point to consume their souls much slower than others, telling such folks he is doing it as an act of vengeance in your name.

A/N 2.0: Can you tell I have a favorite background character or two? Lol.

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see-arcane · 8 months ago

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Trying to imagine Lucy’s situation right now.

Sleep means nightmares (if you’re alone).

Sleep means your blood is disappearing (if you’re alone).

Sleep means you’re doing worse than dying (if you’re alone).

And it’s all just Dracula playing with his food. The only thing keeping him from getting straight to the conclusion is his own restraint for the sadistic sport of it and practicing stealth in a land where he doesn’t yet rule the whole territory through fear.

But he could get away with it in one go. He could find half a dozen easy ways to pull it off before Van Helsing starts meddling in earnest.

…and that would end the game, wouldn’t it? No, no. Can’t have that. He wrung two whole months of fun out of Jonathan. Your turn now, Lucy.

#imagine fearing sleep because the monster feeding on you likes to use you like a juice box when your mind and body inevitably betray you #f u c k #dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #lucy westenra

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dragongirlpoet · 7 months ago

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Dark Signs 2

Pt I I Pt III

Alucard x you

Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D

TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k

Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉

The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right.

There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with Adrian.

Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs.

Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks.

From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.

Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.

The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood.

Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves.

I choked back a gasp.

“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.

“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.

“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating…” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.

“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”

A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul.

I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions.

Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home.

“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable.

No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me.

The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.

Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear,

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”

Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me.”

He clamped tighter.

”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie.

“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.

“You’re hurting me, Adrian!”

Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back.

“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.”

He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins.

A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.

Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine.

He was hungry.

With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs.

The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame.

Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster.

Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.

And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.

Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat.

“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?”

His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.

“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it.

How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”

There was a sharp intake of breath.

“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back.

Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”

At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy.

Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.”

Danger, danger.

A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food.

A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this.

Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more.

He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.

It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved.

Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.

Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against my pussy. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.

Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian.

Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously.

“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.

A sacred river spawned between my legs.

Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands.

“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion.

”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”

His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging his engorged member in.

“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall.

“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.

My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be.

Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey.

Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.

I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.

Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood.

“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.

My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust.

We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.

Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation.

“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”

“Or I won’t let you cum.” An order.

He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.

“Good. Hands on the wall.”

Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.

I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.

Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground.

I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”

“You like it when I’m rough with you, baby? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear.

I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire.

I was so close.

Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence.

We were so close.

He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better.

Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.

“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing.

I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him.

Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.

There was no turning back now.

I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me.

My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why.

Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more.

And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value.

Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free.

My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.

Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…

—

I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness.

I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…

Where was I?

I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and

…algid was my skin.

I was in a coffin.

Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?

Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves.

Where was Adrian?

A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames.

The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices.

I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries.

Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…

I was so, so hungry.

My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress.

Futile efforts indeed.

“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.

Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?

I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame.

“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.

I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold.

The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.

Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.

That chaise…it was ours.

Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around.

Our armoire, our settee, our desk.

Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.

Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over.

“Come back to me.”

I choked on my tears.

“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”

They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.

How long had I been asleep for?

“No, no, no…” I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back.

It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again.

I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian.

With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me.

There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans.

What have I done?

Pt I I Pt III

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tawneybel · 1 year ago

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Imagine walking in on Walt cranking it to your completely SFW social media selfies.

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dathen · 2 years ago

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Jonathan flipping through his little pocket dictionary as people point at him while chattering about satan and werewolves: Duolingo didn’t cover this vocabulary :(

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #love his little polyglot dictionary #imagining his face each time he arrives at a word he’s looked up and it’s yet another satanic spooky thing

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morganaawriterr · 1 month ago

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One; Dracula's Daughter

SYNOPSIS ➺ In a world where vampires and humans coexist, Dracula defies tradition by marrying a mortal — his human lover from long ago. From their union, you are born, but despite your father’s powerful bloodline, you arrive in this world as a human. Or so it seems. A prophecy reveals that one bite could awaken a strength to rival Dracula’s own. On your twentieth birthday, your father hosts a grand two-week event to find the perfect suitor who will shape the future of the vampire world. Among the contenders are Sunghoon, Jay, and Jake — three powerful and captivating men chosen to fight for your hand. But with power, love, and destiny at stake, the question remains — who will you choose? And what will you become?

NAVIGATION ➺ Intro - The characters - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05

PAIRING ➺ human fem!reader X vampire!Sunghoon X vampire!Jay X vampire!Jake

GENRE ➺ Fluff; Angst; Suggestive content; Vampire AU; Best friends to lovers; childhood friends to lover; enemies to lovers; royal au; Gothic style; Fantasy au;

WORDS ➺ 5.5k

WARNINGS ➺ Cursing, mentions of biting, blood, fighting, tension, tooth-rotting fluff, cursing; possessiveness;

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➺ ITS FINALLY HERE OH MY GOD!!! I like this story so so so so much you guys have no idea! I've been planning it for weeks, writing plot ideas and making notes. I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, and I promise the next ones will only get better! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you so much! There's a catch about this story! Every week you guys will vote for the boy you liked more in each chapter and the most voted one will be the reader's choice in the story! Masterlist

The light filtering through the tall windows was a blend of pale grays, casting a soft, diffused glow over your serene bedroom. You sat on a wooden chair in front of your vanity, anxiously brushing your long hair with a soft hairbrush. Your gaze shifted from your hair to your reflection in the oval mirror atop the table. Your expression was serious, lips pressed into a thin line.

Your anxious heartbeat was unmistakably loud, and echoing within the vast space, reverberating off the stone walls. You couldn’t help it—your destiny rested in your own hands. Just thinking about it made your stomach churn, nervousness spreading through your body like a deadly plague. Your fingertips trembled slightly as you set down the hairbrush, your eyes scrutinizing your dress once more.

A soft knock on the heavy wooden door made your head snap up, your gaze darting toward the entrance. “Can I come in?” You recognized your mother’s voice.

“Yes,” you replied softly.

She entered the room with a warm smile on her crimson lips, her lustrous brown hair swaying with every movement. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor grew louder as she approached. Then she stopped, standing before you.

“Are you okay, darling?” your mother asked, bending down to meet your eyes. The anxiety on your face was prominent, and as a mother, she wished she could erase it with a mere snap of her fingers.

“Yeah, I am,” you whispered, knowing full well it wasn’t true. But you didn’t want to worry her, understanding that this wasn’t easy for her either.

A heavy silence settled in the room once again, and the muted light from outside perfectly mirrored your emotions. You didn’t mind the lack of sunshine; in fact, you preferred it. The sun was often overbearing, making you sweat and feel uncomfortably warm—a sensation you despised.

Your dark eyes avoided your mother’s, instead drifting to the cloudy sky outside. Its somber hue offered a sense of familiarity you craved deeply. But she didn’t let you retreat into your thoughts for long. Her warm hand reached for yours, gently pulling you to your feet as her attentive eyes admired the dark dress you wore.

The dress was sleek and long, black with a corset inspired by bat wings, pointy at the neckline. Under it, you wore a flowing, silky shirt adorned with intricate handmade details at the wrists. Around your neck rested a heavy choker, also black and embellished with obsidian stones. Silver rings adorned your fingers, their weight and black accents complementing your elongated, crimson nails.

“You look stunning,” your mother complimented, her hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Her long, pointed nails grazed your skin lightly, sending a faint tickle through you.

“Thanks, Mom. Do you think they’ll like it?” The question felt petty, but insecurity wasn’t something you often battled.

Today, however, was different. It was the first time you’d meet the three candidates your father had chosen for you, and you wanted to make a memorable first impression.

“I’m certain they will, darling,” she assured you with a tender smile, her white teeth gleaming. You loved that she remained human, just like you. “We should go; everyone is waiting outside.”

With that, she stepped away and headed for the door. “I’ll go first. You have two minutes.” And just like that, she exited, closing the door behind her.

You took one last look at your reflection, ensuring your dark eye makeup was still flawless. You’d created a sharp winged eyeliner over a shimmering smoky eye, then lined your waterline with black to accentuate your nearly obsidian irises.

You reapplied your burgundy lip gloss, pressed your lips together, and took a deep breath before stepping out of your sanctuary, feeling the comforting aura of your room fade away. The stone corridors seemed shorter than usual as you walked through them, the sound of your thin heels echoing with each step. Your eyes wandered over the towering walls and windows, their corners adorned with delicate details. This castle was undoubtedly your favorite of the three your father owned.

When you opened the door to step outside, you were met with more people than you’d anticipated, all dressed elegantly and sipping from tall glasses. Every eye turned to you as the door creaked shut. Yet, their gazes didn’t feel judgmental or oppressive—just observant. You tried to ignore them as you descended the final staircase leading to the garden.

“Oh, YN, there you are! I was looking for you,” your father, Dracula, called as you approached.

“I’m here, Father,” you replied with a small smile, your eyes meeting his. But you couldn’t help stealing a quick glance at the vampires standing beside him.

A familiar face immediately brought a smile to your lips, his presence easing the tension that had gripped you.

“I wanted to introduce you to the gentlemen before the official announcement,” your father said, gesturing with a flourish of his dark red cape. “This is—”

“Jake!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief as they locked onto your best friend. He opened his arms, inviting you into a hug, and you stepped forward, embracing him warmly.

“That’s the surprise I was planning!” your father added, a smile playing on his lips as he watched your expression transform at the sight of Jake.

“Surprise!” Jake joked, flashing one of his charming smiles. His brown hair had grown considerably, now falling just below his eyes.

You turned to your father, a teasing tone in your voice. “You didn’t choose him just because he’s my best friend, right?”

“Of course not. He was one of the top candidates, alongside these two,” Dracula explained, gesturing to the other two tall vampires standing nearby.

To your dismay, you immediately recognized one of them. His teasing smirk was all too familiar.

“Jay…” you muttered, rolling your eyes as he flashed you his signature grin. You wanted to roll your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the corners of your lips curling up at his striking features.

“My lady,” Jongseong bowed, his platinum hair catching the muted light of the overcast sky.

“You two know each other?” your father asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Unfortunately,” you replied with a feigned smile, hating the smug look on Jay’s face.

“Unfortunately?” he interjected. “I’m honored to know you, and I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done,” Jay teased, but you simply rolled your eyes again and turned your attention to the quiet vampire in the middle.

His piercing blue eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Unable to hold his gaze, you looked back at Dracula.

“This gentleman is Sunghoon, from the North,” your father introduced.

“My queen,” Sunghoon bowed, his deep voice strangely familiar.

He fell silent after his greeting, but his eyes never left you. You could feel them even when you weren’t looking at him, burning into your very being. Your father observed the interaction closely, taking mental notes and watching for any signs of discomfort on your face.

“It’s time to make the announcement. Let’s go,” Dracula declared, reaching out to hold your warm hand as he stood by your side. Together, you walked toward the small podium where the news would be revealed to the world.

Behind you, the three vampire men followed in silence, equally aware of the eyes fixed on them. After all, they were the best among thousands, chosen for the chance to win your heart—Dracula’s only daughter. They could all detect the scent of your blood from a distance; its aroma is uniquely human. It was still hard to believe you were entirely human. Your father was the most fearsome and powerful vampire alive, yet your mother’s human genes had prevailed over his.

Even you had struggled to accept it. When you first realized you weren’t like those around you, you despised yourself. You detested your human fragility and the vulnerability of your body. You hated being different. Though your childhood memories were hazy, everything intensified during puberty. The bullying became unbearable, the hormones of adolescence ran wild, and everyone seemed to grow crueler.

Now, as an adult, you’ve come to terms with your humanity and even learned to cherish it. It was a gift from your mother, and you could never hate her. Part of your self-acceptance came from the unwavering support of your parents and Jake. He had always been there for you, listening as you poured out your feelings and cried until you had no tears left. He never judged you. Instead, he held you close, ensuring you felt understood and loved.

Your thoughts quieted as you stood at the podium with your father and mother beside you, gazing at the crowd of subordinates who seemed eager to learn more about the three men who had passed every test. You glanced at them briefly, noting how they stood tall and composed, exuding a powerful aura. Sunghoon was the tallest, but Jake’s broad shoulders made him appear the strongest. Jay, as usual, wore a flirtatious smile, his fangs just visible, and he seemed relaxed despite the gravity of the occasion.

“We are gathered here today in my castle to announce the official start of the two-week event to find the most suitable vampire for my daughter, now that she has reached the age of twenty,” Dracula began, his voice deliberate and commanding. “As you all know, I defined tradition by marrying a human, and so my daughter was born. YN Dracula possesses unique blood. Though fully human, she has the potential to become the only being strong enough to rival me with just a single bite. Her value is immeasurable—not only as my firstborn and the future heir to my throne, but also as the one who could become the most powerful vampire in existence.” He paused, allowing his words to resonate. “After countless combats and rigorous tests, the three strongest and most intelligent vampires have been chosen for the chance to win my daughter’s heart. These gentlemen will face three final trials, and the victor of each will earn the opportunity to spend time alone with the princess, striving to win her affection. Ultimately, the final decision will be hers.”

You nodded as your father outlined the rules, his deep voice carrying across the vast green fields as the crowd watched intently. You hadn’t been entirely fond of his decision to structure the process so formally. You’d wanted something simpler, more natural—like the love story between him and your mother. But he had explained the weight of your role in this world and the responsibilities you carried, and so you reluctantly agreed.

When Dracula mentioned your name, all eyes shifted to you. Your heart raced, pounding against your ribcage as if trying to escape, unaccustomed to such intense scrutiny.

“The three vampires are: Park Sunghoon from the North; Sim Jake, son of the Elder vampire; and Park Jay, the only son of our armory supplier and king of the East,” your father announced, gesturing for the vampires to step forward and bow to the crowd.

The audience erupted into applause, the sound overwhelming even your father’s commanding voice. They were thrilled to witness the unfolding of this grand event. You were their beloved princess, admired across all kingdoms for your grace, beauty, and intellect.

Your mother stepped forward, smiling warmly at the crowd before turning to glance at you.

“I’m confident our daughter will make the right choice, especially since all three men seem well-suited for the role of a worthy king. So, without further delay, let the trials begin! Tomorrow, the first test will be announced. May the one who makes her feel safe and secure emerge victorious!” As she concluded, the crowd broke into applause once more.

You turned to your parents, who smiled at you reassuringly. As your father wrapped your mother in a tight embrace, you joined them, craving the comfort of their hug to soothe your nerves. Your mother cupped your jaw as you pulled away, her eyes brimming with pride and joy. You returned her smile and soon felt your father’s lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead. Their love, as always, succeeded in calming your restless heart.

An hour had passed since your mother announced the official start of the event, and you’d spent it greeting familiar faces and politely bowing to everyone who caught your eye. You desperately craved a glass of the wine everyone else seemed to be enjoying, but you could barely move an inch before someone reached for your hand and struck up a conversation.

“Oh, it’s such a shame my son came in fourth place; you would’ve adored him!” an older woman remarked, her cold skin sending goosebumps across yours as she clasped your hand. “He loves wearing black too, and he’s so stylish and strong. He just couldn’t beat these three because they’re much older and more experienced, you know.”

You offered her a kind smile. “I understand. It’s truly a shame. I’d love to meet him someday—”

“Can you believe it? She’s my future princess, and I haven’t even had a chance to speak with her yet.” A familiar voice chimed in beside you, his arm slipping around your waist.

You turned your head to see Jay smiling at the woman, his grip on you almost possessive.

“Mind if I steal her away?” he asked with a smirk, glancing at you briefly. It was enough to notice the forced smile on your face.

“Oh, of course! Go ahead, I’m sorry for keeping her so long!” the woman joked kindly, winking at you before she walked away, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

You waited until she was out of sight before yanking his arm away. “Who said you could touch me?” you snapped, irritation clear in your voice.

“That dumbass Jake did,” Jay retorted, raising an eyebrow as he stepped in front of you.

“Yeah, that dumbass is my best friend. He’s allowed to touch me,” you shot back, the urge to slap him growing stronger. But you knew better. Everyone was watching, and you had a reputation to uphold, so instead, you started walking toward the wine table.

“That’s not fair. If he’s already close to you, you’ll just choose him,” Jay insisted, trailing behind you.

You stopped abruptly, shooting him a look of disapproval. “That doesn’t mean anything,” you said curtly before continuing your mission.

As you reached for the last glass of wine, a hand from behind you snatched it away. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around to find Jay smiling at you once again.

“Looking for this?” he teased, waving the glass in front of your face before holding it high above his head, out of your reach.

“Give me that!” you demanded through gritted teeth, your blood boiling.

“Then tell me how it’s fair that you already know and like Jake…” Jay pressed, leaning closer until his face was level with yours.

His warm breath brushed against your parted lips, sending a shiver through your body. His cologne was intoxicating, and though you’d never admit it, Jay looked undeniably handsome. His platinum hair swept back to reveal his forehead, his red suit exposing just enough of his chest, and the silver necklaces dangling near your face only added to his allure.

You bit your lip to suppress a smile as a plan formed in your mind.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. Now, give me the glass! I deserve it!” you protested, furrowing your brows and glaring at him.

“No explanation, no wine—” Jay began, but you cut him off.

“There’s nothing to explain. He’s just my best friend,” you said simply, knowing full well he’d twist your words. Just as you expected.

He was as easy to read as an open book, fortunately for you.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you friend-zoned him?” Jay blurted out, stunned. His mouth hung open, and his arms dropped slightly. Seizing the opportunity, you snatched the glass from his hand, proud of your successful distraction.

“It’s not like that,” you replied without looking at him, busy filling your glass and hiding a sly smile.

“Oh, that’s fantastic news!” Jay exclaimed, his voice louder than necessary. You turned, resting the rim of the glass against your lips, your eyes locked on his as you took a slow sip.

Jongseong watched intently, admiring the subtle movement of your throat as you swallowed. He had always thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but you managed to surpass his expectations every time. The way the corset hugged your figure and the heavy choker accentuated your neck drove him to the edge of madness.

“That doesn’t mean anything, Jay. I still hate you,” you said, your voice low and sultry. Before he could respond, you pushed him aside and walked away.

You could feel Jay’s gaze lingering on you as you disappeared into the crowd, but you maintained your composure. Meanwhile, Jay leaned against the table, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. He knew his behavior wasn’t exactly proper and that you had every right to dislike him, but his intentions weren’t malicious. He was confident in his charm and certain you’d change your opinion of him soon enough.

As you moved further into the crowd, your body began sending signals that you needed a moment alone to recharge. Your throat tightened, and your palms grew sweaty. Keeping one eye on your parents to ensure they didn’t notice, you slipped away from the gathering.

You take a deep breath, finish the last sip of wine, and leave the glass behind as you venture further from the crowd, stepping into the serene garden at the back of the castle. The stillness envelops you, instantly easing the tension in your body. Your shoulders relax, no longer feeling stiff. Under the gray sky, you pause to admire the vast green fields stretching endlessly around the castle. Without hesitation, you bend down, slip off your heels, and step onto the grass.

The coolness of the grass sends a pleasant shiver through your body, further calming your nerves. You leave your heels on the stone path and walk in the opposite direction, letting them behind. The breeze brushes against your warm face and tousles your long hair, making it dance in the wind. A smile spreads across your lips, savoring the sense of freedom it brings.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the castle looks majestic surrounded by the empty fields. Eventually, you find yourself sitting on the ground, gazing at it in awe. It’s hard to believe you’re already twenty; the last four years flew by in a blur. You let yourself fall back onto the grass, closing your eyes and soaking in the tranquility of nature.

Everything is peaceful until you sense someone approaching. Soon, their shadow falls over you. You keep your eyes shut, waiting for a clue to identify your visitor. His familiar chuckle gives him away, and you can’t help but smile.

“Were you following me, Jakey?” you tease, opening your eyes to see your best friend.

Jake grins and sits beside you, your heels in his hands. “I wasn’t following you... exactly,” he tries to explain, but bursts into laughter as you give him a skeptical look. “I saw your heels in the garden, and when I looked further, I spotted you walking through the fields. Your dress and hair swaying in the wind.”

“Oh, so you did follow me,” you say with a playful smirk.

“Yeah… I guess I did,” Jake admits, flashing you that adorable smile of his.

You notice how his gaze softens as he looks at you, and your heart skips a beat. You break eye contact and lay your head back on the grass. Jake follows suit, lying on his side to face you.

“Did it weird you out that I applied to be your future husband?” your best friend asks, his eyes lingering on your face.

You turn to face him. “Not weird. Just surprising… I thought we were just best friends.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you notice his smile falter slightly, though he quickly masks it with an even brighter one.

“I mean, I’m still your best friend,” he reassures you. “I just thought it would be an honor to stand by your side and rule with you forever,” Jake adds.

His words carry an unexpected weight, a raw and honest confession. You sit up, facing him directly. Though vampires can’t blush, you can tell he’s shy, his hazel eyes avoiding yours. You reach out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, hoping to comfort him.

Jake finally meets your gaze, his eyes heavy with an emotion he can’t quite name. It feels like the air has been sucked from your lungs, leaving you breathless. His presence feels suddenly overwhelming, his breath close to your lips and his hands resting delicately on your lap.

“I’d love to have you rule by my side,” you whisper, your chest tight. “But to do that, you’ll have to win all the tests!” you tease, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere that has settled between you.

Jake laughs and turns his head away, embarrassed by your sudden playfulness. “I can’t promise that—the other two are really good,” he admits with a boyish grin, his fangs peeking out. “But I can promise to be the best partner if you do choose me.” His warm brown eyes lock onto yours, as if sealing his vow.

You want to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Jake notices he’s caught you off guard and gives you a gentle nudge.

“Don’t act all weird now,” he complains with a pout.

“I won’t. That’s my promise,” you reply with a smile, letting your head rest on his shoulder as your gaze returns to the castle.

The silence between you grows, but it’s comfortable—no more words are needed. Your breathing slows, and you notice Jake’s does too.

“We should head back. They might be looking for us,” Jake suggests, breaking the quiet.

You don’t respond verbally, simply nodding and standing up. You wait for him to do the same, then begin walking back toward the garden, Jake trailing behind with your heels still in hand. All too soon, the garden comes into view.

You take a deep breath and wait for Jake to return your heels. He sets them down on the stone path, and you carefully slip them on, brushing the grass from your socks. Together, you walk silently back toward the gathering, and to your surprise, many of the guests have already left.

“Oh, Jake, I’ve been looking for you—” your father says excitedly, stepping aside to reveal Jake’s father. “You have a visitor!”

You bow politely to the man and step away, leaving your best friend with his dad. Despite the quiet moments with Jake, you feel the need to be alone once more. From a distance, you spot your mother speaking with a few people and decide to walk to her.

“Mom, I’m heading inside. I’ll be in the painting room if you need me,” you murmur softly, close to her ear, feeling the weight of people’s gaze on you.

“Okay, darling. Take care,” she reassures you, her lips curving into a gentle smile. You bow politely to the others and make your way back into the castle, craving a warm cup of tea and the solace of painting.

And that’s exactly what you do. You slip off your heels once more and quietly tiptoe into the expansive, rustic kitchen. After a quick glance to ensure no one is around, you head straight for the tea jars. Your fingers glide over the glass containers before stopping at the hibiscus flowers.

You scoop some into your hand and drop them into a large cup. To your surprise, water is already boiling over the fire, so you pour it over the flowers. Watching the water turn a deep crimson, you wait a few minutes before filtering the tea and carrying it to your painting room.

The familiar space brings a smile to your face, your body relaxing once again. You step inside quietly, greeted by the strong scent of drying paint, your favorite. You walk to the tall, stained-glass windows and push open the curtains, allowing the faint light outside to cast colorful shadows across the room. Slowly, you bend down, remove your stained socks, and then undo the corset, leaving you in just the long skirts and the flowing white blouse.

“Ah… this feels nice,” you murmur to yourself, feeling the tension in your chest ease.

Humming softly, you reach for the paints and brushes, then settle onto the tall chair in front of the unfinished canvas. The girl’s incomplete face stares back at you. You let your creativity flow, painting with slow, deliberate strokes. Occasionally, you reach for the warm tea, savoring its bitter flavor.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the paint on your pallet is beginning to dry. You yawn and rise from the chair, reaching for more paint before the current batch dries completely. But you’re startled by the sight of a tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

His blue eyes are soft yet intense, and he appears calm and composed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was passing by and couldn’t resist peeking in,” Sunghoon explains, running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay. After all, you’re the only one I haven’t spoken to today,” you reply, gesturing for him to step inside.

Sunghoon moves slowly, his eyes scanning the room, utterly captivated by the beauty of your artwork.

“You made these yourself?” he asks, his voice deep and smooth.

“Yes, I’ve been painting since I was a child,” you explain, smiling warmly, pleased that he seems to appreciate your creations.

“I remember that…” Sunghoon murmurs, more to himself, but you catch it, and confusion flickers across your face.

“What?” you ask, eyeing him curiously.

“Oh, no—I mean, it just feels familiar,” he stammers, his voice faltering. But you’re too tired to press further, so you let it go.

Sunghoon’s gaze lingers on you longer than usual, his eyes tracing your nose and cheeks as if committing every detail to memory. What you don’t realize is that he’s struggling to contain his joy at finally seeing you again, realizing how little you’ve changed. His intense stare makes your cheeks flush, unaccustomed to such attention.

“Do you have something to say?” you ask, hoping to break his focus. It works, and his eyes shift from you to the canvas.

“Not really,” Sunghoon dismisses. “I just wanted to watch you paint. I know you probably prefer peace and quiet while you work, so I’ll just sit here and observe. If you don’t mind, of course, my queen.”

A giggle escapes your lips, and you roll your eyes. “I’m not a queen yet.”

“You will be.”

After his words, your eyes meet briefly, and you quickly look away, laughing softly as your cheeks grow warmer under his piercing blue gaze. Sunghoon seems to notice and moves to the back of the room, settling onto the small sofa. His presence behind you makes it easier to focus on your painting.

A comfortable silence fills the room, broken only by the sound of brushstrokes and your steady breathing. As night falls and the room grows darker, Sunghoon stands and lights the candles in the corners, restoring warmth to the space.

Then he approaches you quietly, standing just behind your chair. His presence is unmistakable, and your heart rate quickens. He’s the same height as you while you’re seated, and suddenly, his breath is close to your face, fanning over your ear and cheek.

“It looks mesmerizing,” Sunghoon compliments, his voice low and dangerously close.

You swallow nervously and lean back slightly to turn and face him. “Thank you,” you reply, so close that you’re sure he can feel your breath against his lips.

“I think—” Your eyes lock with his again, those deep blue irises seeming to peer into your soul. “I think I’m done for today,” you finish, your chest tightening as you struggle to breathe.

“Good, it’s late. I was going to suggest you take a break and rest,” Sunghoon says, stepping back and extending his hand to help you down from the chair.

Your warm fingers gently grasp his cold ones, and you slowly step down, your feet meeting the hard floor.

“Are you always this warm?” he asks, pressing your hand to his freezing cheek, savoring the comfort it brings.

You stand there, speechless, your heart pounding as if it might burst. Sunghoon looks at you, waiting for an answer, but all he finds are your flushed cheeks and wide eyes, stunned by his boldness.

Embarrassed, you pull your hand from his grip and quickly gather your things, desperate to leave the room and find fresh air to calm your racing heart.

“Wait, YN—” he begins.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night,” you say hurriedly, stumbling over your words as you step out of the painting room and slam the door shut.

As the moon glows brightly in the vast, dark sky, you sigh and lean back against the edge of the tub, your eyes closed as your mind races. After spending time with the three men today, you thought it would make your decision easier, but it feels like there’s still so much uncertainty ahead.

Your mind replays fragments of your life as you sit motionless. You see yourself as a child, carefree and blissfully unaware of what was to come. Then, the memories shift to the bullying you endured for your rosy cheeks and warm skin, as if it were a sin. Even now, the sting of judgment lingers in your heart during moments of vulnerability, and you despise it. But just when you felt utterly alone, Jake entered your life, showing you the beauty of being mortal and warm, of having blood coursing through your veins. That was when your fear faded, and you began to embrace who you are, finding solace in painting.

You can still vividly recall the night Jay saved your life and how the very next day he mocked you for what he called your “weak human body.” Though he’s since grown and apologized, the memory still haunts you whenever you see him.

Then there’s Sunghoon, who stirs an odd sense of nostalgia and familiarity you can’t quite place. It’s as if he’s an old friend, someone who has known you forever, yet you have no memory of meeting him. The fact that he lives in the north only adds to the confusion. He couldn’t have crossed paths with you, given how far away he resides.

You notice the bathwater is beginning to cool, but the thought of calling a maid and having to engage in conversation makes you decide to endure it. You open your eyes and shift in the water, turning your face toward the window to admire the full moon in all its glory.

Sunghoon is the first to occupy your thoughts once again, having been the last one you spent time with. Your mind replays his actions in vivid detail—his long, cold fingers holding your warm hand against his cheek. You can still picture his closed eyes, slightly parted lips, and serene expression. The moles scattered across his face like a painting only add to his allure.

Then, Jake pushes Sunghoon away from your mind, his endearing smile and familiar warmth making your heart skip a beat. You know Jake is sincere with his words, and that makes his promise feel all the more genuine. His brown hair has grown longer, framing his face perfectly and enhancing his already striking features just the way you like.

Against your will, Jay soon enters your thoughts too. His confident smirk, his intoxicating cologne, and his confident demeanor are infuriatingly tempting. You’re certain you hate him—his reckless behavior, his sharp tongue, and the trail of rumors about girls and trouble that seem to follow him everywhere. Yet, there’s no denying his attractiveness and undeniable talent.

You roll your eyes and pout, your head beginning to ache from the relentless thinking and the weight of the decision looming over you. But you know this is only the beginning, and the choice will only grow more difficult as time passes.

The water has turned completely cold now, raising goosebumps on your skin. You close your eyes, slide deeper into the tub, and submerge yourself entirely. The chill of the water soothes your headache almost instantly. You remain still for a few moments, the silence beneath the surface bringing you a fleeting sense of peace.

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