#greta castlevania

[megistusleep]

Something something about braiding each other's hair....

[susanoois]

[demigoddessqueens]

In another life….

I would have loved doing laundry and taxes with you

[yukinemaroop]

A Place to fall 2

Alucard x fem reader, Part 1

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After helping your village, you return to the castle, eager to reunite with Alucard, the son of Dracula. Though exhausted, your heart races with anticipation. But as you approach, confusion sets in. Strange faces camp outside the castle, and a woman with a sword holds it to your throat.

You collapse onto the cold stone floor, too drained to react. The last thing you hear before fading into darkness is that Alucard is alive, though the remnants of a fierce battle surround you.

Before you can gather your thoughts, you're surrounded by a gruff man with a broken arm, a mysterious woman who offers you food, and the woman who threatened you earlier, all sitting together in a cabin.

🪻 Again english is NOT my first language so maybe theres wrong grammar :)), domestic fluff, canon character introductions, possibly inaccurate(??), yearning Alucard, Trevor is bitchy, sweet Sypha,Reader introduction, fluff fluff and fluff

A plush pillow under your head, and a warm blanket wrapped around you.

Maybe it was just how exhausted you were because the last thing you remembered was collapsing on the hard ground and thinking, Yeah, this is fine. The floor is a bed now.

Better than waking up to the smell of dirt and rotting flesh from night creatures—

Your eyes snapped open.

You jolted upright, heart racing, suddenly realizing you were not on the forest floor. Nor were you still in that hellish place (and yes, hellish was the only way to describe it, considering the night creatures seemed to multiply every time you blinked).

The second thing you noticed? The drool on the corner of your mouth.

You wiped it away with the back of your hand, cringing.

Was it still morning? You had no idea. God, you must have slept like a log. How embarrassing.

If he saw you like this, he'd probably laugh in your face.

You looked around.

The large windows. The silk sheets. The faint scent of candles and magic. Open books are scattered over a patch of the floor.

And underneath it all—his scent.

You giggled quietly.

You were finally home.

At peace.

The only problem? He wasn’t here. And you were certain he was the one who brought you back.

You glanced down at yourself—dirt-streaked hands, scratches on your cheeks, twigs tangled in your hair.

You frowned.

Yeah. You needed a bath.Urgently.

You couldn’t help the deep, overwhelming sense of gratitude you felt for Alucard—for everything he’d given you. His shelter. His time. His unwavering patience. And most of all, the luxury of the castle.

He spoiled you rotten.

The bathwater was perfect: hot, clear, soothing—everything your tired body had been craving after days on the road. You closed your eyes and sank deeper into the warmth, letting the steam wrap around you like a cocoon. Your thoughts wandered to Alucard—his voice had turned almost lullaby-like when he spoke of the castle’s plumbing.

“It’s not magic,” he’d said once, “just science. Simple engineering. Pipes.”

But at the time, all you’d heard was the gentle rhythm of his voice, the quiet comfort tucked between his words. You hadn’t understood much of it, but you loved that it mattered to him.

In that moment, submerged in warmth and silence, you felt a fleeting sense of peace. It was so easy to forget the world outside. So easy to imagine a life that could always be like this.

You took your time choosing clothes—nothing fancy, but a far cry from the ragged things you’d worn on the road. A soft white shirt that framed your collarbones just right, and patched-together pants made from forgotten dresses scavenged from the castle closets. It wasn’t much, but when you caught your reflection, you finally saw someone who looked like you again.

You were just tying the last strands of your braid when a knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your heart leaped.

You knew who it was. It had to be Alucard. He was the only one who knew this room was sacred—a quiet sanctuary you both shared.

But the rush of excitement twisted the moment you opened the door.

You stuttered, “You have a lot to explain—”

It was supposed to sound frustrated, but it came out soft, like a confession. You were too eager, too happy to see him again.

Only... it wasn’t him.

The woman standing in front of you had fiery red hair and sapphire eyes that almost glowed. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile.

“Good noon,” she said, accent thick and musical. “I thought you were still sleeping downstairs.”

Your heart stumbled. Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“I—I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else,” you stammered, half-laughing at your own awkwardness. Her gaze lingered on you, and you resisted the urge to curl in on yourself.

She chuckled softly as if she understood. “It’s fine. I thought you were someone else too,” she said, eyes drifting curiously past you. “I was sure this was Alucard’s room, though.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

You paused. Then, without thinking, you blurted out, “You’re not wrong. This is my room too.”

She blinked. Her gaze sharpened—not with judgment, but recognition. Understanding.

You hadn’t said anything about your relationship with Alucard, but you didn’t need to. It was in the way you stood here. The way you spoke.

Her eyes softened. And you couldn’t look away.

“Are you looking for Alucard?” you asked, voice barely a whisper. Your heart pounded, hungry for any sign of him.

“No. He’s not around,” she said, still watching you. “Alucard’s been… restless since this morning.”

Restless?

“Restless? Why?”

You couldn’t stop the edge of panic in your voice.

She tilted her head, smile faint and knowing. “Just because,” she said gently. “I’m Sypha, by the way. And you must be starving. Want to join us for lunch at the cabin?”

You hesitated. Her kindness was real, but there was something underneath—curiosity, quiet and precise like she was piecing together a puzzle. You were one of the pieces.

Still, you nodded.

You walked beside Sypha to the cabin, you listened as she filled in the blanks of what you’d missed. Two days before your arrival, there had been a fierce battle outside the castle. Night creatures and vampires had attacked—not just them, but Death itself had come for them.

Sypha spoke of it calmly, with the ease of someone used to surviving chaos. But beneath the calm, you could sense the weight in her words.

“It was tough,” she said quietly. “But we managed to win.”

You said nothing for a while.

You were still trying to process the truth.

These were people who had fought—and won— against Death. That part baffles you the most.

As you stepped into the cabin, your heart sank a little.

Alucard wasn’t there.

The space was quiet—too quiet. Three people sat inside, all turning to look at you. The woman from before—the one who’d nearly killed you—was seated at the table, her green eyes unreadable. And beside her stood a broad, rugged man with a broken arm, his blue eyes locked on you, surprise flickering across his face.

Trevor. It had to be.

Sypha was already seated, her expression open and warm. She gave a small smile, her voice breaking the silence.

“Well, we could introduce ourselves while we eat,” she said gently, stepping toward the stove and ladling porridge into a bowl. “Come, sit.”

You hesitated before slipping into the seat across from her. The warm food hit you instantly, grounding you more than you expected. It was just that: warmth, quiet, and breathing. Peace.

“You’ve probably noticed,” Sypha added as she handed you the bowl, “meat’s hard to come by these days. Night creatures scare off most of them, This—” she gestured at the simple stew, “—is the best we can manage.”

You nodded, quietly grateful. It was better than roasted squirrel. And more than anything, it felt… kind.

Then the woman cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice softer than before. “For last night. We’ve been on edge.”

“I get it,” you replied. “Wasn’t exactly knocking politely.”

She offered a hand. “Greta.”

You shook it. Then the man at the end of the table raised a brow.

“I’m Trevor,” he said. “So… are you really his apprentice, or just good at sneaking into castles?”

“Trevor,” Sypha hissed, elbowing him.

You laughed. “I can explain.”

And you did.

You told them about the plague. The village. How you look for the castle with a broken ankle, and found a golden-eyed damphir man, who didn’t shut the door on you. How he took you in. Taught you. Stayed when no one else did.

You left out the blood on the floor. The sleepless nights. The soft things said in the dark.

You said you left four weeks ago to go back to Beleyrone, your village.

But you didn’t say how your hands had shaken the whole way down the path. How it nearly broke you to walk away.

Trevor leaned back in his chair. “So why come back?”

Sypha turned to him, annoyed. “Trevor—”

He held up a hand. “What? It’s a fair question.”

You didn’t answer right away. You stirred the porridge, throat tight.

How do you say I missed him in a way that doesn’t sound childish? How do you admit that no matter how far you went, your heart stayed in the halls of that castle?

You opened your mouth, but before you could speak, the cabin door creaked open.

“Because I told her to,” came a familiar voice.

You froze.

That voice. Calm, melodic, just a touch amused.

Alucard. Bright, golden, and beautiful Adrian.

Your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

He stepped into the cabin like a breeze slipping through the cracks, golden eyes meeting yours instantly. You didn’t need to turn to know it was him—his presence filled the room like gravity.

He walked toward you, and before you could say a word, his hand reached for the back of your neck, fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that nearly shattered you.

“You have a lot to explain, apprentice,” he murmured, but his smirk gave him away.

You smiled. “So do you, Alucard.”

A pause stretched between you. The world around you dimmed.

The others faded into a soft blur as he leaned closer. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up—slowly, questioningly. His hair fell forward, framing both your faces, and for a breathless second, it felt like the world was holding its breath. You realize, he's going to kiss you

Then—

"Ahem."

Greta cleared her throat. Loudly.

You flinched back, feel your ears burning. Alucard clicked his tongue, frustrated, clearly just as annoyed at the interruption.

He missed you.

God, he missed you.

Those four weeks? Torture. Every creak of the castle reminded him of your footsteps. Every quiet night, he imagined you laughing somewhere else, in another home, with a bumpkin boy. A simple life, a safer one.

But now, here you were. Wearing something stitched from old castle dresses. Sitting in a chair he made when he couldn’t sleep. Looking at him like he was still yours.

And it hit him—you never really left.

Not in the way that mattered.

You carried him with you. And maybe, just maybe… that was enough.

The others were still watching—Trevor, skeptical. Sypha, smiling knowingly. Greta, trying not to grin.

Yeah. Whatever this was between you and Alucard?

It was definitely more than just “apprentice and master.”

“What’s that?” Trevor interrupts as he squints at what Alucard’s holding.

A fresh deer leg hangs by a rope—still red, the muscle cleanly cut, bone jutting from the top. The smell of fresh blood clings faintly to the air.

“What do you think it is, Belmont?” Alucard replies coolly, voice laced with dry annoyance.

"What is it, really?” You also ask, curious.

His expression softens the moment he turns to you.

“Deer,” he says, voice warmer now. “I caught it this morning. Gave most of it to the families outside.”

You notice the shift—how gentle he is with you compared to Trevor, who grumbles under his breath.

“I thought…” Alucard pauses, then looks away, “you’d like a proper meal.”

You nod shyly, quietly touched.

Everyone else at the table? Yeah—they groan internally. It’s painfully obvious now.

:~

The night was cold, and after everything that had happened, patrol was necessary. It was supposed to be a normal routine—Alucard lost in thought, quietly humming, snarky comments and his mind drifting to you, and Trevor rambling with his usual cocky tone—until Greta came running toward them with urgent news.

“Someone broke in?” Trevor’s tone sharpens.

Greta nods. “She said she was your apprentice.” looking at Alucard.

Before either of them can blink, a blur of red and gold sweeps past them.

Alucard is gone.

Wind rushes in his wake.

He moves through the castle like something ancient waking from a long slumber. His steps echo softly on the marble, heart pounding with something he hasn’t felt in years: anticipation.

He tunes in, listening—until he hears it.

Your heartbeat.

Faint, steady, achingly familiar.

His footsteps slow. He doesn’t rush now. He wants to savor it.

He finds you in the old sitting room, dimly lit by firelight. The velvet couch cradles your body. You’re asleep, curled in on yourself, boots still muddy, face streaked with dirt and tiny cuts.

Still beautiful.

Still alive.

He sinks quietly to the floor beside you, just to look. He lays his head on his arm, propped beside yours on the velvet couch, quietly admiring you.One hand gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. You shift slightly in your sleep, leaning into the touch.

A small, tired smile tugs at his lips.

You came back.

You’ve lost weight. Your hands are rougher. Your clothes are worn during travel. And yet, to him, you’ve never looked more radiant.

He stays like that for a long time. Watching. Make sure you’re there.

Eventually, he lifts you carefully in his arms and carries you to the shared bedroom. The castle has felt like a tomb for weeks—tonight, it feels like a home again.

He doesn’t dream of blood this time.

Not of his fathers death.

Not of Sumi or Taka’s betrayal.

Just you—curled into his chest, your breath warm against his neck, legs tangled like you never left.

His arms around you tighten slightly. He presses a kiss to your hair.

This time, he won’t let go.

♡

🪻: I'm actually gonna cry I can't BELIEVE that there are people who liked my first fic and delusions thank you all so much! 💗💗 idk if this is as good as the first one but i tried my best💗, this ones a bit long cus this was heavily inspired by Hozier's cover of Do I Wanna Know hehe..I really appreciate all the comments, likes and everything! Tysm!!

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[epicnessunfolds]

Headcanon that Alucard's features began to change when Greta got her first white hair. So, in a way, they grew old together.

Her spine remained straight until the end, the corner of her mouth hiding a smirk, her hair, though color-changed, silky as ever. Her skin sagged, her fingers curled and her eyes sunk into her skull and became duller.

He couldn't properly age physically. His connection with Greta was so profound that by the time she reached her death bed, Alucard came to have a ghostly appearance, a cold beauty to him. His skin grew paler, his hair lost its golden shine and turned white, the flame left his eyes.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Thank you for answering the question!

So, the idea I have for the request with the Trio + Greta is this:

You know how when Edouard was killed and his body was used to be turned into a night creature, and even though he was a night creature, still saved Annette?

How would the Trio + Greta react to going through that scenario like what happened between Annette and Edouard? As in, them taking the place of Annette while their friend taking the place of Edouard.

A/N: Sorry for taking forever to answer this, it's been months. Oh my god, time flies! Can someone please make it stop?! But back to the topic at hand, I have to say I went into Nocturne all hyped for Maria (and while I still love her so much, she’s best girl!), I also fell in love with Edouard’s character. He’s so sweet and sensitive, and I appreciate how he encouraged the others to be open and vulnerable to acknowledge/process their grief. I recall a tumblr post that was like these Nocturne characters’ are facing the same problems as their predecessors, but at least this time, their emotional IQs have gone way up! So *fingers crossed*, here’s hoping the main cast won’t get as traumatized this time around. (Oh, who am I kidding? It’s Castlevania. Of course, they’re all gonna end up traumatized.) 

Oh, and I wrote this in the third person as opposed to a first-person Reader-Insert, I hope that’s okay!

TW: Brief Mentions of Violence; Death; Heavy Angst (Reader Beware!)

The Trio + Greta React to Their GN! Friend Getting Turned Into a Night Creature: 

Trevor: 

In the heat of battle, he barely has time to register, much less process, his friend’s death. 

By the time the fight is over and he’s realized what’s happened, it feels like the wind has been knocked out of his chest, and he’s already begun to blame himself, regardless of whether or not it was his fault. 

He’s a Belmont, he should've known better. Simply by associating with them, he was practically digging his friends’ grave. He shouldn’t have let them come along, he should've scared them away. Fuck! Why didn’t he push them away like he did everyone else? Out of all of the people to stay and get put in danger, why did it have to be the one person he cared so much about?

So in his guilt and grief, Trevor does what he does best: drink. He drinks to excess the first night without his friend at his side. And as well as the second. And then the third. 

If he’s with Sypha and Alucard (and/or Greta in Village Belmont at the time of his friend’s death, this is the point where they'd step in and cut off his booze.) If Trevor’s alone, however, you can bet he spends a good week or so drunk as a skunk, and completely out of his mind. 

When the alcohol doesn’t numb the pain anymore, he tries to jump ahead to acceptance, telling himself that it was unavoidable, that his curse will always rob him of his happiness, of his friends and family in the end. Of course, like some sick twisted turn of fate, just as he accepts it was out of his hands, a familiar face re-enters his life. 

When Trevor first encounters his friend as a night creature, he doesn’t recognize that it’s them straight away. He’s a monster hunter and he attacks on autopilot— monsters’ appearances be damned. And when he does finally recognize that this night creature has been forged from the body of his deceased friend, he assumes, like all the other forged creatures he’s fought before, that it’s merely his friend’s corpse being used as a vessel for a damned soul. 

Then Trevor loses his footing as well as his weapon. But when his former friend turned night creature has a chance to deal Trevor a scathing blow, they hesitate, and instead choose to stare Trevor down rather than attack him. It’s at this moment, that Trevor realizes with a lurch of his stomach, that this isn’t a night creature in the body of his friend, but that this night creature is his friend. 

He thinks he’s going to be sick, but before that happens a separate night creature aims to attack. Trevor quickly crawls to retrieve his whip only to turn around to see that he doesn’t need it: his night creature friend turns on its fellow beasts and rips them apart limb by limb. 

The two of them sit in the deafening silence that follows, each one eyeing the other up, waiting for someone to finally break the spell of concentration and make their move. 

Trevor’s friend moves first, speaking in a rough, deep voice: “Tre..v..or,” it manages to get out. 

As much as it pains him, as much as he knows his next move will haunt him for the rest of his natural life, Trevor blinks away the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and charges ever so quickly towards the creature. His former friend turned monster has no time to react to what’s happening by the time Trevor’s knife is piercing through their chest. 

“I’m sorry…” Trevor rasps out, guilt beginning to consume him once again. “‘S all my fault.” 

Trevor is the last Belmont alive. Belmonts were trained to find and kill monsters. At least, that’s what Trevor keeps telling himself as he looks down at the corpse of his friend for the second time. 

Belmonts hunt monsters, and they protect people. 

And yet, standing there, Trevor feels that’s never been more of a lie. 

Sypha: 

Sypha tries like hell to save her friend, she really does. She creates defensive ice shields, rings of fire, hell even an ice cube around her friend all in an attempt to keep them safe from harm during battle. 

But no matter what she tries, no matter how incredible she is at multitasking: it’s not enough. Something happens, something else gets her attention, someone else’s immediate safety takes precedence. Just for one moment, she turns her back on her friend, assuming they’d be alright for that long.

When Sypha returns to find her friend dying or dead, she lets out the most guttural scream, as icicles and fireballs rain down from the sky above her effectively squashing any remaining enemies. In her grief, her power surges through her, unstoppable like a nuclear reaction. She doesn’t just strike her enemies dead, she obliterates what remains of their corpses until they are nothing but ash and smoke.

Sypha, being from a large nomadic family, takes it upon herself to track down her friends' surviving relatives (if they have any) and bring their remains back to them. Being the kind of curious person Sypha is, she’s likely to know a fair amount about her friends' culture and religion. If there are specific burial rites she knows her friend would have liked observed, she wants them adhered to and she refuses to leave her friend's corpse until they’ve been officially put to rest. 

But on her journey back (either to her friend’s family or the cemetery outside of Village Belmont), she’s attacked on the road by rogue vampires. Luckily, she and her companions make it out unscathed. Unfortunately, however, it seems those monsters have taken her friends' corpses with them. 

Sypha mourns for a second time, not only the loss of her friend’s life but the loss of any closure she might have been hoping to create. Despite them no longer living, she feels as if she’s somehow managed to let them down a second time. 

The next time she’s defending a crowd of folks against hordes of night creatures, Sypha is extra cautious, her friend’s death still fresh on her mind. And as the cruel mistress fate would have it, the image of her friend becomes real in front of her. Only this time, they’ve changed. They’ve mutated into something beastly with scales, claws, and horns, leaving only their face— eyes, nose, and mouth— and voice unchanged. 

Initially, Sypha refuses to listen to this fraudulent night creature’s words, deeming their entire resemblance nothing more than a devilish trick. But when their former friend-turned-night-creature suddenly turns on its fellow beasts, tearing them apart before they can attack Sypha or her friends, Sypha is forced to confront the possibility that this creature still has her friend's soul trapped inside.

Sypha keeps up her defensive magic and ushers everyone else away. She makes it so it’s just her and her former friend left standing out on the battlefield. 

Keeping a flame in one hand, Sypha raises the other in greeting, her large eyes widening as the creature mirrors her movements. 

Sypha’s torn. On one hand, if her friend’s soul is still in there, they could be trapped and suffering, waiting for the release of either death or salvation to set them free, much like how her soul was trapped when she lost to the Cyclops. On the other hand, if her friend is still in there somewhere, maybe it’s only their form that’s changed, and their personality has not. Is it possible for a night creature to exist and not be violent?

It’s one hell of a risk to take, however. And Sypha knows she can’t risk the fate of Village Belmont, of all those orphan children, hell, of her children, because of a guilty conscience.

“Leave,” she says, advancing towards her former friend. “Do not return!” She sends a blast of fire in their general direction, herding them away. 

“Go!” She screams, sending even greater flames. 

The night creature frowns, backing up, confused. They cock their head to the side as if to ask why Sypha’s doing this. The confusion lasts only a moment before a hardened expression comes over them. They slowly nod before dragging their monstrous body far beyond the tree line, far away from Village Belmont. 

Through her teary blurred vision, Sypha watches her former friend-turned-monster leave, a look of sorrow on both their faces. 

Sypha makes a mental note to research ways of freeing her friend from their curse, should she come across them again. In the meantime, she hopes for their safety and asks that God (as much as he hates her) take mercy on her companion. 

Sypha feels their current existence is punishment enough. 

Alucard: 

Alucard is not there when his friend is killed, a fact that haunts him long after their demise. He was not present for his Mother’s death either, and due to the manner of her murder, he was left without a body to mourn. Alucard knows fate is a cruel mistress, but to repeat such a grief with his dear friend, it’s almost too much to bear. 

Still, Alucard’s not one to actively wallow, so he sulks for a short period before returning to his many duties as protector and curator of his father’s castle and the Belmont hold. He plays with the children, he and Greta teach the willing adults how to fight, and he even takes to cleaning up his old nursery to welcome Trevor’s and Sypha's incoming child. 

On all outside fronts, Alucard appears the same as he was, but on the inside, his chest aches, and his stomach weighs heavily in his gut. Internally, he’s full of ‘what-ifs’:

Perhaps, if he taught his friend more defensive techniques before the battle. Or if he had only encouraged them to run rather than fight, they might still be here within these cold castle walls. Sure, he and the others may have ended up teasing his friend for being cowardly, and Alucard’s certain that would embarrass them, but my god— what’d Alucard give for his friend to be alive and embarrassed rather than dead. 

After some time, Alucard finds his mind less and less occupied by his sorrow over his friend’s demise, and instead, begins to fill the space with fond memories. He recalls their first meeting, their first fight together, and their first night wandering the ruins of the Belmont hold. 

Their ill-fated reunion starts with an alert from one of the watchtowers, then a second yell from a guard, before Alucard finds himself running, magical blade drawn, into a horde of beastly night creatures. 

Aluccard’s on them before they can set upon the other guards. He makes quick work of two with his longsword and wounds a third with his claws. None of the night creatures' attacks are surprising, with every move they make, either Alucard or another fighter such as Greta can slice them down where they stand. 

All appears to be well in hand when a rough voice calls for help just beyond the tree line. Wasting no time, Alucard proceeds alone, instructing the others to hang back in the instance it’s a trap. 

To Alucard’s credit, it is a trap. Just not the one he was expecting. 

A night creature, more on the smaller side, emerges from the shadows on all fours. On its side a large wound gushes red, the mark appearing to be from another creature as opposed to a human blade. 

But that is not what catches Alucard’s attention. Rather, it is the voice of the night creature that sounds so similar. 

With rising horror, frozen in place Alucard watches as the twisted, tortured body of his former friend pulls itself closer and closer. The creature pleads with Alucard by name, begging for their friend to make the pain stop. 

It is not the first time Alucard has seen such magic. When the rebis reanimated in his childhood bedroom, he could see the souls of his parents struggling to house themselves within the rebis’ one body. It was such a horrifying sight, Alucard had to close his eyes and look away, but here, with his former friend’s clawed hand gripping his shin, no such possibility exists. 

Alucard knows what he must do, he knows it’s only fair to end his friend’s life, to prevent them from suffering any further torment. Then why can’t he do it? 

Alucard raises his blade using magic, preparing to slice his friend’s head off cleanly, when the creature lets out a final gurgle before falling still. 

The blade continues to hover in the air as Alucard falls to his knees weeping. Somehow every time he believes to be past this pain, even more befalls him. 

Alucard allows himself to grieve, hoping this time is the last. 

Greta: 

Greta’s no stranger to loss. She’s lost several men and villagers to the night creature attacks long before Alucard came into the picture. Being the Village Head, she’s found she’s left with little time to grieve, but perhaps, that is for the better. 

Once Village Belmont is established, and Alucard is reunited with his friends, Greta allows herself to mourn the loss of her villagers, showing their remains respect by burying them in the Village Belmont cemetery. Of course, not every one of her lost friends has a body to bury. 

In one of the night creature’s original attacks, they had taken the corpses of their victims as well as some folks still alive, presumably to eat or devour later. 

One of Greta’s dear friends was among them, and while she wishes more than anything she could have held their hand and comforted them as they bled out, as she did a handful of others, there’s no going back to change the past— what’s done is done. 

Greta takes a vote, and the villagers agree to put up a Gravemarker anyway, just as a way of honoring their memory.

It happens just as she exits the castle to give the good news of the arrival of Sypha and Trevor’s new baby. The many houses around Castlevania are lit up with merriment when a handful of stray monsters decide to attack. 

Greta takes the lead on the defense, holding her own until she finds herself accidentally backed into a corner one night by a creature that almost looks like an overgrown dog. She’s surprised she let herself be so foolish but she’s even more surprised by the beast’s refusal to strike. 

Confused, Greta analyzes the creature further, gasping in shock when she recognizes the pair of eyes that stare back at her. It couldn’t be. Could it? And if it is, what does this mean?

Greta thinks back to when she first met Alucard. Granted, she and her people knew he was not human, but his reputation as a savior preceded him. Perhaps, she considers, it is possible then, for a night creature to also go against its primal nature and choose the same.

She manages to push the creature back, calling for other armed members to surround it until Alucard can come and get a better look. Greta asks the dhampir what he thinks, if it’s possible this is her friend transformed, or if she’s letting sentiment get the better of her. 

Alucard admits that he’s read of certain necromancers and forge masters possessing the ability to maintain pre-existing souls when forging newly twisted monsters, however, this particular experience would be a first. It could very well be Greta’s friend, their soul in this body, but it could also just be their corpse. 

They decide to consult Trevor.

The three of them discuss back and forth as to what to do with this miniature night creature so long Sypha herself comes out, demanding to know why the hell she just left her newborn with a midwife to come get Trevor’s disappearing ass who said he’d be right back before walking out after the birth of their firstborn son?!

Everyone ends up at a loss.

Unphased by all the arguing, the night creature has since started to playfully catch sticks and stones, which some braver children have thrown at them. 

Sypha agrees to leash the night creature within a magic circle until they can figure out what to do with it. At this point, the night creature curls up into a ball of scales and fur and promptly falls asleep. 

“Well,” Greta says, “I suppose we didn’t need that Gravemarker after all.” 

A/N: Sorry for the sort of cop-out ending with Greta’s, I just couldn't bring myself to end hers on a sad note as well, so instead, she gets a night creature guard dog bff to accompany her around Village Belmont! Also, if I had to pick a Castlevania character to be surprisingly chill about their friend becoming a reanimated creature, it’d be her. (Well, Hector first and then Greta but you see my point.)  

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Real tired of the Castlevania anime discourse, especially where Nocturne is concerned. I mostly see complaints about the characters and story not being faithful to the source material. Yet, these clowns don't realize that the games were never big on storytelling and characterization. Especially the older titles. It's hilarious cuz I was a fan of the games before the anime and I love the show because it does so much better with characterization and story than the source material its based on. The only criticism I have is the absence of Grant in the original series, and Hector's characterization.

Grant was my favorite in the legendary heroes of Castlevania 3, and as always people forget about him. Then there's Hector who's character was butchered cuz sexual predator Warren Ellis had a hate boner for his voice in the show. He left out Grant cuz of his last name, which is really immature and stupid. I'm glad he's not writing the series anymore, but I'll never forgive them for that. Not to mention, season 4 was awful for so many reasons, and I disliked Greta. She was definitely a shoe-in for Grant, and that makes me mad.

I honestly think Clive Bradley is a better writer and Nocturne a better show. Not to mention the other writers like Testament and the ladies who wrote the Annette-centric episodes. Definitely a step-up from the original series.

Also, I hated the way Trevor and Sypha's relationship was handled at the end. There was build-up, only for it to end up in an anticlimactic scene of them in bed together. No confession. No kiss. Nothing. Absolutely boring and a letdown. Nocturne handled the romance department better for sure.

[kara-zor-els]

Every single Castlevania woman honestly

[susanoois]

ME ASF

[cabe0512]

Sorry y'all for my lack of progress on Sarabande of Healing.

My Christmas break is still due next week and now we're wrapping up all our major assignments for this month. I'm also writing a short story just in time for the holidays, to add to my busy schedule. But to make up for my silence, I've been redrawing certain CV characters to make up for it (I intend to recreate them digitally in the future).

I also took the time to streamline my overarching outline for The Curse of Darkness's story. So far, I'm done polishing Sarabande of Healing and I'm so excited to write them down. The first part overall would make use of five locations from the game; we already got the Abandoned Castle and the Bahljet Mountains.

As for now, I'm redrawing my version of Julia Laforeze (still needs a bit more detail and coloring) and also currently dead-set on writing Chapter 5.

PS: Regarding my thoughts on the new Season 2 trailer. A bit of an improvement from Season 1 based on what we're shown, but it still doesn't redeem the show for me nor did it get me hyped in the same vein as Arcane's second season. In any case, it just fuels my hatred for the show as well as my desire to write Sarabande of Healing more and more.

[yukinemaroop]

A Place to Fall

Alucard x reader, Part 2

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It had been four weeks since you left the castle, yet you couldn't forget why you sought out Alucard in the first place—to become his apprentice, to learn medicine, to save your ailing village. You had responsibilities, people who relied on you.

You promised him two weeks.

You overstayed.

Leaving had been a difficult choice. After all, you had just confessed your love to each other. And yet, you left, knowing it meant he would be alone again in that vast, somber castle... or so you thought.

TW: Im pretty much new to this and english isn't my first language so bear with with me :)) Post-season 4 Castlevania fanfic. Clingy Alucard & reader, character introductions, possibly inaccurate(??),fluff, alucard, sorceress reader, fools in love, should i make a part 2?

"This is all I can do. The rest is in your hands alone."

His voice had been steady, but you had seen the way his golden eyes softened as he handed you the leather bag. Inside, carefully wrapped, was every remedy he could prepare—enough to turn the tide against the plague that threatened your home.

Alucard’s fingers lingered against yours. As if by holding on for just a second longer, he could keep you here. As if the thought of you leaving didn’t gnaw at him, didn’t worry him to the core—

"I know," you had said, meeting his gaze.

For a long moment, the two of you simply stared at each other, words unspoken but deeply understood. Then, he sighed, a quiet thing, before breaking the silence.

"Do come back to me," he murmured. "I'm already missing you, and you haven’t even left."

The warmth of his hands enveloped yours, one shifting to cradle your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheek with a gentleness that still felt new between you. Then, he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your eyelids.

It had left you flustered—heart pounding, cheeks burning.

"I know," you had whispered again, this time with a smile. A smile that made his cold heart melt.

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You hadn’t planned to stay in Beleyrone for so long, but how could you leave when your people needed you? They had been relieved—grateful that their dying grace had not forgotten them. You returned with knowledge that helped them weather the plague, and for the first time in a long while, hope flickered in their weary eyes.

With Alucard’s teachings, you worked tirelessly, slowly helping the village stand on its feet again. An extra week turned into another. You had no parents, but Beleyrone had raised you, and in their time of need, you couldn’t turn away. Still, no matter how much comfort the village offered, one truth remained—you missed Adrian.

You missed him terribly.

You missed the warmth of his touch, the hesitant way he learned to love again under your care. You had healed him, not just in body but in heart, teaching him what gentle, unwavering love could be. In return, he offered you everything—his home, his trust, and most importantly, himself. And you accepted without hesitation.

Now, as the haunting towers of Dracula’s castle finally rise in the distance, relief floods your chest. You’re so close to home. Soon, you’ll be back in his arms, sharing the warmth of your bed after too many nights spent alone.

But something is wrong.

At first, it’s just an uneasy feeling in your gut. Then, you see them—people, far too many of them.

Your grip tightens on your cloak as you take in the unfamiliar sight: villagers in makeshift tents, half-built houses clustered near the castle walls, and scattered debris from the fortress itself. Signs of battle linger in the air like a ghost.

Panic claws at your throat.

What happened while you were gone?

It’s only been four weeks.

As you pass by the tents, a few people—still awake at this ungodly hour—glance at you. Some curious, some anxious, some afraid. A stranger at their doorstep, after everything they had been through.

Then you see the injuries. Some light, others fatal. The villagers were no exception to whatever disaster had taken place here.

You force yourself to look away. You can’t focus on them now.

What matters most is—

Adrian.

God, was he alright? Did he have enough blood to heal? Anxiety coils in your stomach, threatening to choke you.

You push open the heavy doors of the castle.

Torches flare to life one by one, their golden light stretching through the stone halls as if welcoming you back. You almost want to collapse right then and there—this place, despite its eerie silence, is the safest you've felt in weeks.

But now’s not the time to rest.

“…I’m home?” you call out hesitantly, voice trembling. “Alucard? Adrian?

No answer.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. The silence is suffocating.

Was he dead? No—no, that couldn’t be. Then—

“Who are you, and what do you want?”

A voice. Steady. Firm.

A woman’s voice.

You whirl around, heart hammering. A sword gleams in the dim light, pointed straight at your throat. The woman holding it has sharp green eyes that burn with warning, her brown skin glistening with sweat, her messy hair falling in loose strands around her face.

Beautiful.

And dangerous..

Soon, you'll find out that her name is Greta

She must have noticed your confusion first because she mirrored it—her sharp gaze softened slightly, her brows furrowing. But you only stared, still hidden beneath your hood, struggling to process who this woman could possibly be.

“Well?” she asked, voice edged with warning. “Do you usually just stand there and wait to be stabbed?”

It wasn’t fear that kept you silent. You were simply too tired—too drained to even recall your purpose here, your place in Alucard’s life. So you took the safest route, avoiding any answers that might lead to more questions.

Slowly, you raised your hands in surrender. “I’m Alucard’s apprentice.”

“Apprentice?” she echoed, surprise flickering across her face. Her grip on the blade loosened, but you barely noticed. Instead, you simply unclasped your cloak, letting it slip off and land onto a nearby chair. The fabric pooled as if discarded by the wind, revealing the state you were in—greasy hair, dirt-streaked clothes, boots caked in dried mud.

The night creatures weren’t kind what state your in, the fight you had to travel back to back , when there’s someone living in the night alone, it’d been an easy meal for them hence why your energy is so depleted. You cant even light a small fire even if its on your hand with magic, thats how tired you are.

“Apprentice,” you repeated, as if saying it again would make it feel true. Calling yourself his lover felt too bold, too premature. After all, nothing had been made official yet.

“You’re his apprentice?” The woman frowned. “Then why did he never mention you? What’s your name? What can you—”

“I’ll ask the questions first,” you interrupted, stepping forward. “Is he alive?”

Your voice wavered with exhaustion, with dread. Your legs felt weak—whether from the sight of the familiar red couch by the fireplace, the warmth that almost coaxed you into collapsing, or the unbearable fear that the next words you heard would shatter you completely.

Something terrible had happened here.

The great hall bore its scars—gaping holes in the walls, crumbling stone, rubble swept into untidy piles. Whatever took place in your absence… it had been disastrous.

...

"Of course, he’s alive. He’s on patrol with Trevor tonight," the woman sighs, rubbing the back of her neck.

You stop mid-step, the words taking a moment to sink in.

Alive.

The tension in your body uncoils all at once, like a thread being pulled loose. Weeks of fighting, of running, of barely surviving—all of it crashes down on you in an instant. The exhaustion you’d been holding at bay finally catches up, heavy as a landslide.

Behind you, Greta watches in silence. Talking to people isn’t exactly her strong suit—convincing them, comforting them, making things easier. That’s Sypha’s job, and Sypha is asleep.

For fuck’s sake. Why did it have to be her who woke up?

She exhales sharply, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She has no idea what to do with you, this stranger who walked in claiming to be Alucard’s apprentice. And yet, here you are, standing in his home like you belong—like you know you belong. Even her own people aren’t allowed to just wander in here. Not without his say—

Thud.

Greta’s eyes snap open just in time to see you crumble.

You don’t even try to catch yourself. Your arm barely moves, weakly shielding your head before you hit the ground. For a second, she tenses, ready to act, but then she notices the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest.

You didn’t faint.

You just… fell asleep.

Right there on the cold stone floor, like your body had been waiting for permission to shut down. And knowing he was alive—that had been permission enough.

Greta sighs, staring down at you.

Well. This part, she knows how to handle.

It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.

Guys this is a first for me lmk if you liked it cus ill definetly post a part 2 (ill also tag u soo), lmk if u have any recs on my writing🥺

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Best Polyamorous Ship Group 2 Round 1

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Seeing the greta discourse on X makes me tweak out

[noliaert]

wowwsa guess who finally got around to finish this one?

It's this guy! ✨👉✨👉🧍👈✨👈✨

Here's my initial WIP post from 2022!

(or just look through the archive ect.). Where you may also see my rambling thoughts around the softness I wanted to achieve in the tags of the og post-

But let's say... the amount of layers- and the overlap of Trevor and Sypha's hands were really the greatest wall to climb on this one... after I'd managed sypha's difficult position (I was really making it hard for myself) 😭 Never mind having further developed my techniques since which made things confusing (but it IS nice tho to have progressed)

– no reposting/uploading or a* use REBLOGGING however, is encouraged 👉👈–

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[shjpperbasement]

My Roman Empire is Greta telling Alucard that magic on him smells sweet like spices