#i feel like alucard would like having his hair played with

[atomra]

Atom isnt very good at doing hair, but alucard is right there to practice on 🦇⚛️

[kayesfanfics]

General Alucard Dating Headcanons

A/N: This takes place post Season 4, if he didn’t fall for Greta of course and just became friends with her

He absolutely adores when you call him Adrian, he doesn’t really like being called Alucard by you, since that’s more of his title than his actual name. He didn’t share his real name with you for a bit, but one day he asked you if you could call him by his given name, Adrian, and of course you respected his wish. But there was something about everyone else in the village calling him Alucard or The Alucard, and you were one of the only people to call him by his name. It made you feel special, and it made him feel more close to you when you said his name

It took awhile for him to open up to you fully, after what happened with Sumi and Taka, he needed physical space from you. Physical touch was iffy for him, he had to take baby steps into it with you. First it was linking pinkies, then holding hands, then hugs, and it took a long time for him to finally kiss you. But once he did, he never stopped wanting to, your lips fit perfectly against his and your sweet and love filled kiss didn’t hold any malice or ill intentions. More intimate things like sex would come later into the relationship, but for now you were content with kissing him

HE LOVES CUDDLING WITH YOU. After getting used to you touching him and feeling your arms around him, he felt so safe in them. They held him after nightmares, held him when he cried, held him when he wanted to express his love for you. Likes when you play with his long hair and scratch his scalp, his own hands often scratch your back with his long nails, or his thumbs rub your hips where his hands are rested. When he feels lonely in the castle, he finds you and asks if you to hold him. It never takes much convincing, so you find a comfy place to get comfortable, whether it be him sitting in a chair and you on his lap, on a couch or getting cozy in bed for a nap together

Loves watching you help the people around the village. You help the men hold things up to build houses, help cook meals with the women, play with the children while their parents were busy. You and Sypha would often chat together, complaining about your S/O’s bad habits, like Trevor’s constant thirst for beer and Adrian’s clinginess when you were busy

Adrian: “I am not clingy…am I?”

Trevor: “When you got drunk with me you cried about wanting Y/N and kneeled before her.”

Adrian: “Oh-“

He likes to gather and cook you dinner personally, it feels more intimate and with love that way rather than just bringing you a plate of food someone else made. Likes to set up romantic dinners with a velvet tablecloth, candles, and a vase with flowers for you, and cook you your favorite meal after a long week of running a village with him

He gets so embarrassed when the orphans of the village call him ‘dad’ in front of you. It always makes you giggle and brings a red blush to his pale cheeks, and he freezes until one of this kids tug on his sleeve to answer their question. Whenever he sees you playing with the kids, he can’t help but imagine what it will be like when the two of you have kids. Belmont and Sypha are already expecting their first, maybe soon the two of you would as well in the near future. He would bring the idea up to you, and you had the same thoughts for some time as well, thinking that Adrian would make the cutest kids with you, hopefully they’d have his luscious blonde hair

He definitely wants to turn you into a vampire, he doesn’t want to live his immortal life without you. Of course if it is your wish to remain human, he will respect that, but if you allow him to turn you, he will do it gently and hold you through the painful transition. Would love to always kiss where he bit you while turning you, so lots and lots of hug from behind followed by the soft peck of his lips on your neck

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I hope you are feeling well and hydrating! I wanted to ask if you can do how Yandere Alucard would act in front of a loved one to whom he was engaged? I apologize if I am not understood, English is not my language.

.⁠｡���*⁠♡ He is so silly. He might not be able to name his feelings right but he feels a sort of giddiness whenever he is near you and this only intensifies after you and him become lovers. He likes having your attention on him, he likes to have you depending on him, so Alucard takes upon himself to do all sort of things to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He takes you on cute little dates during the nights, I can certainly imagine him taking his darling on a little picnic in the woods and gloating about his killings as if this was something to be proud of. Well, he is proud of it, kinda like a cat bringing its owner a dead prey as a gift. And he'll be radiant if you praise him because of it, even if he won't admit.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard relies more on his actions and gestures rather then words. Words escape him as soon as you are near. Actions he can play and plot, and make you embarrassed with it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though he really likes to flirt with you right after you woke up, still a little disoriented and with a cute bed hair. Or he quote some poems and hum a little song in romanian that he still remember about. He'll know you love it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Very doting and very gentle with you. He would engage with your tomfoolery such as playing fight and dancing while it's raining, just so he can kiss your beautiful lips and cheeks, and neck and forehead and everywhere he can touch.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A marriage with Alucard is very joyful but also very dangerous because of Hellsing's enemies and people who wants him dead. But you don't have to worry your pretty head about it, he's going to protect you.

[azulazenin]

The Big Bad Wolf

Kinktober 2024 | Role Play: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: Adrian is in heat and his wife wants to indulge his fantasies

Warnings: Explicit content, (sort of) consensual non-consent. Minors DNI !

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day and its sequel Swan Song. Be mindful that in this particular universe, Alucard was born in 1451, not 1456 like the show, and Mihaela was born in 1453. However, they are both dhampirs and they develop faster, by the time this excerpt happens they are physically, emotionally and mentally adults.

This particular piece was inspired by A Scent That Lingers. Go to read it if you're into Vlad and Lisa!

1467

Dry grass and pieces of wood branches scratched Mihaela’s bare feet as she ran around the forest, venturing deep into the wilderness, listening to the wind blowing the leaves on the high trees and a wolf howling from afar. The moon was full and the night was cold. She would have liked to stop and make a fire to warm herself up, but she didn’t have a second to spare, it would only make her fall victim to him sooner.

Him. She could hear him getting closer, the white wolf, his howling becoming louder, a clear indication that he was near, for no matter how fast she ran, Mihaela was still no match for his pace. He was going to get her, mount her and claim her as his mate, just like he said he would. There was no escaping, only delaying her inexorable fate, running until she was out of breath and her poor feet couldn’t take it anymore…

She noticed glimpses of a white figure showing through the old trees, causing her to jump scared and stop so abruptly that she fell to the ground, the stones and pine needles ripping the fabric of her skirts and opening deep scratches on her knees. Mihaela held back a scream not to draw his attention to her, but it was too late: he could scent the droplets of blood flowing from her fresh wounds, and the smell drove him crazy, it soon had him coming out of the shadow of the trees and jumping on top of her.

Mihaela fell on her back, screaming when she looked up and saw him. The wolf, its white fur brushing against her skin, its golden eyes staring at her with some primal urge and its big teeth bared as he growled, sniffing on her to make sure no other beast had tried to claim her before him. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his warm tongue licking off the blood of her knees, but when it stopped, something grabbed at her wrists to drag her away, and it weren’t paws, it were hands.

She opened her eyes and the wolf was gone, in its place stood a man, tall and pale, with beautiful, long blond hair and smooth skin. Adrian, her Adrian… but not exactly him. She remembered they were not themselves that night, she wasn’t Mihaela the dhampir princess of Styria, but a helpless, innocent damsel trying to escape her predator; he wasn’t Adrian or Alucard, the son of Dracula and prince of vampires, he was the hunter, the beast who came to mount his prey.

“No!” She whined, struggling to get rid of his strong hold on her wrists.

“Yes!” He purred, dragging her to a pile of leaves in a small depression on the soil.

Mihaela tried to crawl away when she was pushed on that nest of leaves, only to be grabbed by her ankles and pinned down by the weight of his body.

“You’re not trying to escape, are you?” He inquired in a mocking tone, one of his hands back on her wrists to hold them above her head.

“P-Please...” She sobbed, feeling his bare skin against the fabric of her nightdress. He was as naked as the day he was born. “Don’t hurt me...”

“Hurt you? I would never hurt you, my dear, I’m just gonna fuck you.”

“N-No, we c-can’t...”

“Oh, so you're telling me you don’t want me to?” He teased, getting desperate nods in return. “Liar. I can smell how aroused you are.” He pulled up her skirts, pushing her underwear aside to insert a finger inside of her. “And I can taste it.”

Adrian licked her wetness off his finger, groaning in satisfaction at her taste. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, how could her body betray her like this?

He smirked, delighting on her struggle. She was trying to kick him off of her, writhing beneath him as he ripped off her undies, making little noises of protest when he pushed his knee between her legs to spread them open and press it against her clit.

“You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re dripping wet?”

Mihaela bit on her lip, attempting to make it stop quivering. She couldn’t really say he was wrong, even she could smell the juices of her arousal, and it didn’t help that she started to slowly rub her pussy against his knee.

“See? You cannot fight your own desires.” Adrian chuckled, whispering in her ear. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll take good care of you.”

He didn’t waste any time preparing her to take him – she was wet enough, and he was hard enough, too turned on by the chase and the little fight she put up. He released her wrists and held his cock, brushing the tip against her entrance, pushing it all the way inside her cunt at once. Beneath him, Mihaela gripped a handful of leaves and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back in need.

“Damn, woman! You are so warm...” He moaned, teeth nibbling on her shoulder. “You were made for this… for me.”

Whining, Mihaela let go of the leaves and clung to him, her nails sinking into his back as he smashed his hips against her, balls slapping against her ass and cock reaching all the right spots inside of her. All the previous noises of protest she made turned into little moans and cries for more, her sweet voice mixing with the sounds of nature around them, with the owls’ hoots and the bats’ trills, the rustling of leaves and the whistle of the wind.

Adrian’s lips parted in pleasure when he looked down on her, completely surrendered and under his mercy. He speeds up the pace, thrusting into her poor cunt mercilessly, desperately searching for the relief of his throbbing cock, dying to spill his seed inside of her. Mihaela’s state was no better, hips arching up to meet his, pleading him to fuck her harder and fill her up.

It was his last straw, to feel her walls clenching around him, creaming his dick as she begged for his cum. The sclera of his eyes went red and he grunted like an animal in heat, his hands found their way to grab her waist and keep her still as he fucked her like his life depended on it, as he pushed deeper and deeper until his tip touched her womb and he filled her with his seed.

Adrian sighed with relief, continuing to thrust into her until his cock stopped pulsing. He withdrew, but kept her legs spread for a while so he could look at his sperm leaking from her cunt. Was there ever a more appealing sight?

He finally fell on the ground, pulling her into his arms to nestle her on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, listening to her faint chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Nothing.” She giggled. “I was only thinking you were really into it.”

“As were you. Your helpless girl act was really convincing.”

“Well, what can I say? I like the idea of being actually helpless compared to you.”

Adrian laughed too, tightening his hold on her. Of course he would never do any of those things without her explicit consent, but if she liked it that much, what was the problem in indulging?

“You’re a naughty one, you know?”

“And that’s all your fault, I didn’t have these weird fantasies before I married you, you’re the one triggering it.”

He smiled at her words and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, his heart about to explode in chest with the flattery. She always knew what to say and what to do to boost his ego.

Thank the gods he married her.

[milkywaydrabbles]

I didn't want to ask you for an indication, because I think you have a lot of work writing, but if you could do this “I don't want to be drastic, but I would jump off a cliff for you” and let Adrian Tepes say it! Thank you.

A/N: I had cherry wine by hozier on repeat writing this and I am YEARNING so much rn ahhh I hope you enjoy this!! Love him so much!!

“I don't want to be drastic, but I would jump off a cliff for you”  x Alucard

He heard the children’s laughter fill the air as he finished distributing firewood with the rest of the men of the village, making sure everyone was ready for the coming winter. Turning to the sound, he found you in the middle of the children, spinning around with them in a circle and a smile plastered on your face. He sighed, watching you longingly as you continued to play with them. Your hair was covered in flowers, along with some of the young girls within the group--he wondered if that was your doing or theirs. He watched you pick up a young boy, throwing him in the air just enough to have him giggling and catching him within your arms, dipping him low before placing him back on his feet. He heard the chorus of ‘me next, me next!’ and saw how you threw your head back in laughter, before picking each one of them up for a turn. 

“Do you know the orphans around here look to her as a mother?” Alucard turned, startled, to the wise woman of the village. She nods to your direction, “Not many people have the patience she does, you’re a lucky man.” He sighed, cocking his head and smiling to himself as he looked on. “I am lucky.” He mumbles to himself, crossing his arms and looking on to the beautiful sight as is you.

He reminisces, on all the times he’s caught you running along the halls with some of the children you’ve grown attached to--playing within the walls of the castle. On all the times he’s seen you play tea party with them, the girls in oversized dresses from your closet and the boys in oversized pants and shirts from his. He thinks about all the times you’ve come home exhausted, from keeping all of the children company, and still having the energy to spend time with him even with your tired smile. How he’s come home to you cooking him a meal even though he knows keeping up with the village kids is a lot. How the parents of some of them bring over treats for you, because of your kindness and giving them a time to relax, and you still share it with him, because you love him so much. 

He thinks about how much he adores you, how he can’t stop thinking about you--how much he loves you. Alucard’s heart feels like it’s going to burst, simply by looking at you, with how much adoration he holds for you. He wonders if you would ever adopt them, the orphaned kids of the village. He wonders if you’d always hold this love and affection for them as they grew up. (That was silly, of course you would.)

He gets bumped out of his thoughts again by the wise woman, with a knowing smirk on her face. “So? When’s the wedding?” She teased, small laughter from the both of them. He couldn’t even find it in him to feel a bit shy from the question--he knew she was right. It was time, wasn’t it? “Soon, and I promise you’ll be the first we invite.” He smiled, heart full of love. Alucard finds himself looking at you again, except this time you’re already all smiles and waving him down. He makes his way over to you, and mimicking you earlier--hoisting you up in his arms and spinning you around as the children giggled and gasped around you. “Okay okay, put me down Adrian!” You laughed, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for a chaste kiss-that had all the kids squealing and running away from the scene. They’d find you both later anyways. “All settled with the firewood, then?” You questioned, pushing his hair out of his face. He simply hummed with a nod, holding onto you tighter. “I don't want to be drastic, but I would jump off a cliff for you. Did you know that? I would.” You threw your head back in laughter, as he looked at you with fondness in his eyes. “That is so dramatic of you. But I know you would. I’d do the same, you know.” 

He’d absolutely jump off a cliff for you--and more. He decides, he’ll propose to you that night. He’d already had the ring for the last few weeks, it was time to listen to the old wise woman. 

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Castlevania Alucard x necromancer!reader

Requested over on ao3!

You and Alucard have been friends since childhood, always spending time together playing little games and occasionally getting into a bit of trouble, you more so than Alucard, but he would always be there for you and vice versa, always covering for each other.

Over time, you had developed feelings for the half vampire, but you didn’t really think much of it since you were afraid to ruin your friendship, that he wouldn’t feel the same way for his best friend. That is, until you got to your teenage years, and a certain event had caused both of your lives to change, one which caused Dracula to go on a rampage.

When you found out that Alucard was going to try fighting his father on his own, you were absolutely terrified of what would happen and you tried to stop him, but nothing you did would stop him, telling you that he had to stop his father no matter what, and the next thing you knew, he was gone. You knew he wasn’t dead, but you had no idea where your friend had disappeared to.

In his outrage, Dracula had given you necromancy magic, which you didn’t understand why he would do something like that since you were just a simple human. Maybe it was because you were his son’s best friend? You had no idea, but you knew there was no way you were going to be able to reason with him, so you just did what you had to, even if you didn’t really want to.

It started out with just creating soldiers for Dracula’s army with your necromancy magic, which you despised, but you had to so you could keep yourself alive. It wasn’t ideal, but you knew Alucard would be back, you knew he wasn’t gone.

However, after Dracula’s demise, which you weren’t around for, you felt like you were finally free, except for the fact that you were still cursed with the necromancy magic, which you had sworn to not use again unless absolutely necessary. Now your main concern was finding Alucard. You’ve been searching for a while now, getting tips and suggestions from the locals who have seen him.

“Have you thought about checking the giant castle in the woods? I saw a man of that description hanging around there.” You heard a man tell you. Giant castle? No way, he couldn’t be talking about Dracula’s castle… but seeing as it was your only lead right now, you figured you could go and check it out. You thanked the man and made your way to the nearby woods, looking for the castle you were dreading to see. Which didn’t take long, as it would be difficult to miss a giant castle in the woods.

As you got closer to the castle, however, you spot several people around, and they looked to be… building something, but you were too far away to tell what it was. Confused, you got even closer, but stopped as you spot a familiar blonde haired male.

“Alucard..” you said just above a whisper, not even noticing the tears that were welling up in your eyes until they were ready to fall.

“Alucard!” You called out, making your way over to him.

“That voice.. no, it can’t be..” he turned to face you, and when he realized it was you, he just couldn’t believe it. You were still alive! After just standing there for a moment, the shock had worn off and he started making his way over to you, meeting you in the middle as you hugged him and him immediately returning the hug, holding you close to him.

“I knew you were still alive..” you mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear you.

“I am. I wasn’t going to just leave you alone, Y/n.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.. but there is a lot of catching up to do, you know?”

“Of course.” Alucard seemed a little reluctant to let you go from the hug, but ends up taking your hand into his own.

“Let’s go elsewhere.” You nodded and followed after him, a faint smile on your face as you wiped your tears away.

The next few hours consisted of you two playing catch up, you telling him what happened after his first fight either Dracula, how he had cursed you with necromancy magic, and what not, while he told you of his travels with Trevor and Sypha. You were actually a little jealous of his adventures, but you kept it to yourself. You were honestly just glad to see that he was still alive, and you were back together again.

“Y/n.” You were brought back from your thoughts as Alucard said your name.

“Yes?”

“I must confess something, if I may?”

“Sure, you can tell me anything, Alucard.” You were a little curious to what he had to say.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this so long ago, but I never had the chance to, because I was too stupid to not listen to you..” he took a breath, taking your hands into his own.

“Y/n… I know we’ve been friends since we were both children, but as we grew up together, I had gained feelings for you, and I was afraid that you would never feel that way towards me, but now that we’ve found each other again, I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

“Oh Alucard..” You pulled him into a tight hug and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which caught him off guard, but he hugged you back, holding you close to him once more.

“I feel the same way, I always have. I was just so afraid of telling you… but when you disappeared I regretted not telling you sooner… I do love you, Alucard, and I don’t want to be without you again.”

“Y/n… I’m so glad you feel the same way, and I’m so sorry for making you worry about me like that.”

“It’s okay, just… don’t do that again, please.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.”

“Good.” You smiled faintly.

“I suppose we should head back outside and inform the others.”

“Oh they can wait for a while. I just want to be with you for a little while longer, if that’s okay.” Alucard chuckled softly and kissed your forehead softly, nodding in response,

“Sure.”

“If they need us, they can look for us.” And it was true. Now that you’ve found Alucard again, you weren’t going to be letting him go for a while, and he wasn’t going to let you go either.

[sanjis-moulinrouge]

Chapter II: Taste of wine

Alucard x Reader

Summary: A night of resolutions for Alucard, craving to be recognised.

Notes: I think I'll write a third part soon. Thanks for reading.

AO3 Part I , Part II

The following nights were the same, he laid next to you, but on the covers and there wasn’t more than that. Not a sign he would get closer, it was sickening. Your hands sometimes slightly touched his arms or fingers while sleeping.

“Who would have thought that y/n lasted that much in the organization?” he reflected more often, you were on his mind every single moment. He liked that, that you stayed working with him, you put up with it, you played along, your sarcasm could reach the same level as his. You were annoying, cheeky, rude, but also loyal, kind, and full of life.

More thoughts, more feelings. Humans never liked monstrous creatures, how could he get closer? He had only memories of battles and then there was his life at Hellsing, battles were just different but killing was there, the mechanic aspect of getting rid of ghouls, the enjoyment, the adrenaline and the void of it. Then YOU came.

One night, you entered your room and he was already there on his couch with a glass of wine in his hands, almost empty.

“Tss, you’re getting used to this, uh?” you said jokingly.

He just observed you with curiosity. His gaze was so intense that sometimes even used to it, it made you shiver. As you walked to bed, he stood up, left the empty glass on the nightstand and put his long red coat off as well as his gloves.

“Don’t you think at least you should wear a night suit, creature?”

As you sat on the mattress, he walked to bed too trying to figure out how he should approach you. Your eyes met and it made you freeze. He was standing there, unbuttoning his white shirt a bit. It was the first time you saw glimpses of his bare chest. His messy black hair fell around his face. 

Something was missing, Alucard noticed the candles were not lit… He solved it immediately as you looked at him moving around a bit taken aback. You got under the sheets and he finally laid on the bed but this time the atmosphere was thicker than usual. He removed the sheets that covered you and settled beside you with a silent intimacy, resting his head on his hand, he looked at you closely, his face softened under the influence of the peaceful setting.

You contemplated him too. Alucard knew that his feelings were more than a night, this wasn’t a game or just a fleeting feeling because you were co-workers. He got lost in thoughts, his eyes tracing your face and neck.

He got a bit closer and gently brushed your forehead, he was caressing human skin which was so foreign, so warm and soft.

“You… have grown used to this” 

Alucard didn't know what to say, he just gave a short grunt in response, his eyes shifting around. It was the truth, he had grown used to the feeling of being in the same room as you, to the way you talked or just existed in the same place as him. His fingers moved through your hair for a moment, a bit uncertain.

The vampire leaned closer and you moved too, resting your head on your arm to look at him, Alucard was lying down looking at the ceiling, you could see his profile, his nose and how his chest moved as he breathed, how his eyes avoided looking at you.

In a delicate movement you caressed the contour of his face, his nose, cheekbones and jawline with your fingertips. You were so tempted to caress his lips. He ached for more, he was touch starved, he only wanted your hands to recognise him as other than a beast. Alucard closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, he cursed himself internally.

He remained lost in the gentle touches for a while and then his eyes snapped back at you. You just stared at each other, it seemed like you both did not know what to talk about anymore. Alucard knew the words he had to say but more than expressing them he wanted to take action. You felt your heartbeat speed up a little.

Alucard shifted his position in bed, sitting on his knees almost like a reverence. You sat on the bed looking at him and this genuine and intimate act of something that was pouring, emerging from silence. He moved closer over you, his face only mere inches away from your own, as you were the most fragile thing ever. As he noticed you did not attempt to move away, he softly pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss lasted about a second before he pulled away.

Your eyes revealed all, love, desire, need… Alucard immediately leaned in again, parting his lips as he licked yours. Your mouth opened instinctively, inviting him in, cupping his face, moving his black hair to the sides a bit to see his features fully.

At moments, the vampire hesitated, there was a hint of vulnerability from both sides. Having his tongue inside your mouth, you noticed he smelled and tasted like the wine he had earlier just for the sake of drinking something, wine didn’t have an effect on him, but he liked it and you didn’t mind at all. You felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your lips nearly crashed into each other as he invaded your mouth once more, you could feel how long his tongue was, kisses got wet and urgent. You sucked on his tongue and Alucard’s arousal just grew. 

The vampire moved his leg between your thighs, his hands touched the sides of your body as you ran your fingers over his chest, you started to undo the remaining buttons of the white shirt, his hands slid towards your hips and then to your rear, squeezing you. You slid his shirt past his shoulders, feeling his bare torso for the first time, he got rid of the rest, letting it fall to one side of the bed. Then he took the fabric of your shirt into his hands to slide it over your head, revealing your bare chest. That forced you to break the kisses. 

Within seconds, the sound of your ragged breathings filled the room, both of you were enjoying the view of each other, his eyes admired your breasts.

“Love” Alucard said desperately. 

“I want more, y/n…”

[ruiniel]

If you don't mind me giving you some inspiration to write, I've got a little scenario you could play with involving Alucard (Castlevania). Perhaps a great ball is happening and even though they aren't a couple, he invites our dear reader to accompany him. What follows is a tender if not very charged moment between the two as they help each other get dressed. It could end with a resolved note or perhaps linger with the promise of what could be...

And what inspiration it was! Thank you, here it be.

I chose the resolved note

Mirror

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x F!Reader

Count: 2.7k

Rating: T

Tags/CW: oneshot, mutual pining, romantic angst, longing, unresolved sexual tension, angst again, unresolved emotional tension, confessions

All characters depicted are 18+

Mirror

mirror

on

the

wall

tell

no

more

lies

of

who we

are.

—Atticus

You should never have agreed to this. 

Gazing in the mirror to ensure the trappings of your dress are fastened as needed, you realize that the person you see before you is a far cry from the one you knew, months ago.

Not the physical appearance that was altered as much, no. 

Longing. Longing and friendship and the loss of both did this to you, and all and everything else that passed; now, there is an everpresent knot in your throat, a despondent voice in the back of your mind, always repeating the same.

Gone.

As you run a hand through your hair, thinking belatedly what to do with it for the night, you consider: he’d suggested this. 

He’d put forward the idea that you move to the closest town, noticing your loneliness—and if there ever was a being in the world who knows the torment of its perpetuity, that would be him. But he was wrong. The times he walked in, catching you staring bleakly out the window; the times he’d seen you fastly wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he neared. If anything, loneliness was not the reason; but you were too much of a coward to tell him otherwise, weren’t you? 

Weren’t you? You berate yourself, lip curling. 

He wanted this. When you’d asked him to come with, to live, he refused on account of his duty. A legacy of ashes, he said, but a legacy still, and it was his alone to guard. But no one should ever be secluded like this, you’d offered, it was not fair, you’d said.

“Oh, but it is,” he’d murmured one chilly night spent watching the snowfall. “It is… only fitting, I’ve come to think.”

You reach for a comb, half-heartedly brushing through the strands, gazing at the cold, flat surface, seeing so many moments that are gone. 

He’d wanted this, said it was not your obligation to remain a companion to someone like him. 

“You belong with your own people. Not in this decrepitude.”

You fool, the bitter thought comes. That never mattered. I would have stayed. I would have stayed as your friend, even if there was no chance for you to look at me and see more. 

But you didn’t. You didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want him to see. What was the point of sharing a depth of unrequited feelings, what help would it be to him, rather than another burden?

How strange. But maybe, you tell yourself, combing idly, after all, it’s merely devotion that you feel? An affinity and gratefulness you’re mistaking for something else, and maybe, maybe… you’re worrying for nothing. Maybe it’ll pass soon, and you’ll forget. You’ll attempt a life here, you will live, as humans must do. You hate the tears that sting your eyes. 

“I can’t,” you murmur to your destitute self in the mirror. “I can’t…” 

Two soft knocks on the door. 

Swiftly you rub at your eyes with your richly embroidered sleeve, taking a breath. “Enter.”

You turn and feel a spike of jealousy, of hurt, of longing so deep you want to carve out your heart and throw it at his feet.

He looks so much like he belongs here, with his bright long hair and elegant shirt, that dark overcoat folded neatly under his arm. 

Adrian blinks, staring at you as he closes the door. “You seem…”

“I’m not ready,” you mumble, turning back to your task, gazing at him in the mirror.

Another farce. He’d proposed you attend the yearly masked ball, to begin mingling and integration in this new society, in this foreign town you wish burned to the ground.

“I can see that,” Adrian says. “I merely wanted to,” he hesitates as you turn, then places his coat carefully onto an armchair. 

Outside, the rain has begun to patter against the windows of the inn. He’d given you enough by way of means to live comfortably until you found your bearings here, until you found a means to live by. For the purpose at hand, he’d booked a room in the same place for the night.

He’s already donned his mask: black and gold, an embellishment that fades before the sheerness of his eyes. You blink as your stare is drawn to what he holds in his hand, then back to the grimace pulling at his lips. “I’ve tried all, but this cravat won’t do my bidding no matter what I do. I thought, other hands might be of more use,” he looks at you with a pale smile.

You snort. He could be wearing roughened hemp clothes and still look as perfect as he does in these sleek, elegant garments of black and white and crimson.

“Fine,” you shake your head, putting forth your own smile—it’s fake, but it’ll have to do. You rise and walk over to him, taking the fine cravat from his hand. You haven’t seen him in two weeks, not since you’ve made the town a permanent residence.

You look up at him. Unable to meet his eyes so close, you focus on the intricate gilded details of his mask. His hair is tied back from his face, a few strands straying over sharp cheekbones—are they more pronounced than before? You wonder at this and nothing, as you look back to fasten the cravat around his neck, your hands working slowly, your head spinning with the scent he’s using—something of lilies and lilac, certainly some rarity from the early years of his childhood travels with the castle and his now defunct family. 

“How are you faring so far?” 

You loathe him without a right to, but does he know? Does he even know how he twists the dagger? It seems not, and the sting in your eyes mellows. “It’s different, no doubt,” you speak softly, wanting to press your cheek to his shoulder and weep. “Many more people than I’m used to, but it… it looks safer than the wilds of the woods, for the most part,” you try a joke. “And you?”

Your fingers are nearly done with the knot, but when there comes no answer but the patter of rain against the window you pause, looking up at him again. His eyes tell you nothing. His face is expressionless no doubt, hidden behind that mask, as still as he is. 

“As you say, it is different,” Adrian finally speaks. “But there were no other threats, and for now all seems quiet.” On the last word you think his voice cracked just a little; might be you imagined it.

“There,” you say, done with the knot, hands sliding slowly down his chest, over his fine white shirt, before they fall at your sides. You turn away and head back to your seat, burning from the closeness and feeling absolutely pathetic. You pick up the brush again, watching him in the mirror; staring at the ground—what is this?

“I must finish my hair, but have no inkling of what to do with it,” you chatter away to fill the emptiness, though the shallow topic makes you want to cry.

Adrian looks up; your eyes meet in the mirror. Then he’s nearing you, for some reason he’s still here—well, you are to go together, after all, he’d agreed to be your partner for the night, offered even.

“I know a plain one I used to help my mother with,” he says, having slowly neared until he stands behind your chair. “If you wish, I could help with the first steps, you can make something of your own liking out of it.” 

“Now that, is a skill I did not expect of you,” you can’t help but smile at him, and when he returns it, you feel the bliss of past, comfortable moments together, before this wretchedness took roots inside you, curling so strong and deep nothing you’ve done so far helped free you of it. 

“How so?” Adrian asks, head tilting to the side, then, “May I?”

You nod, then freeze when long hands are placed on the top of your head, gliding through your hair. You glance up at his reflection.

“Well, because…”  you curse the sensations brimming at this barest of touches, at the slight pressure of fingertips on your scalp. Oh, but you truly are pathetic, aren’t you?

His long fingers are slow to sift through your hair, catching unwieldy strands; they feather over your cheek, your temples, the nape of your neck; you bite on your lip, hating him for all but casting you out in the guise of friendship and selflessness, wanting that same touch everywhere until you can’t breathe. “Because, you never mentioned it before, I suppose,” you add lamely, your head emptying of logic and coherent thought.

“I never had a chance to,” Adrian replies softly, and in the mirror, you see his eyes are on his task; he looks carefully down at his work, seemingly absorbed by it. 

His hands are gentle, not a tug or a snag; you close your eyes, lips parting. If you’re being a wretch, you’ll take all you can get, at least make it worth it. 

“Hand me that pin, please,” he says, and you do so, fingers brushing against his just barely. 

He’s doing a fine job of it, and as you open your eyes, you must admit: your hair gains a semblance of satisfactory appearance under his care.

“There,” he says at last, looking at his handiwork, then meeting your eyes again. “How do you like it?”

“It’s,” you swallow as his hands alight on your shoulders. “It’s wonderful,” you say.

“I honestly never thought I’d do this again,” Adrian replies, hands sliding from your shoulders but—

There is sadness in his eyes, and something else, and it’s that with the beating of your heart that has you reaching, pressing a hand over his, trapping it on your shoulder. 

You look up at him. “Adrian,” you must be mad, what are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? He’s never given any sign that… that he’d see you that way, but damn it, damn it, damn it all. 

You stare at each other in silence. His hand presses into your shoulder even as your grip grows tighter. You’re panting, and the tears you’d so bravely kept at bay now tremble in your eyes. “It’s not the same,” you croak, “It’s not the same without you.”

His lips part, but he says nothing, gazing down at you in that mask, unmoving, his hand still warm on your shoulder.

 “I don’t understand why you wanted to be alone, but I try. I know you feel so much guilt, and you… you might not have place for anyone else in your heart because of it, and you might never see me as anything else, but I… I’ll go mad if I don’t tell you this, and then… then you can do what you will.”

“You know why we agreed for you to leave,” is all he says; his lips press together in that way you’ve learned he does when uneasy, or vexed.

“Yes, but I… I’ve come to care for you, to feel things I never thought I’d feel for another,” your words leave your mouth even as you dread the outcome of your sudden, mindless outburst; you're shivering. “And you made me leave, you cast me away, I only wanted to… I wouldn’t have asked for more but to be your friend…”

You yelp when the chair is suddenly spun around with you in it, and Adrian’s staring down at you, a hand propped on each armrest. “I didn’t cast you away,” he says, and through your rapid heartbeat you hear the cracks in his words; as though he struggles to speak them. He looks to the side, eyes closing in a frown. “I… I did not want to tie you to me, I want…” he looks back at you, with a sadness and fire in his gaze that leaves you breathless, “I want you to be happy, away from… from my petty self-deprecation, my sleepless nights and empty days. What would you get from it? What could you possibly...” he trails away, shakes his head.

You must be dreaming, you want to scream. Instead, your voice comes like trickling rain. “... were you too blind to see, what happiness is to me?”

His head had lowered, but when Adrian looks at you again, his eyes burn. “Then tell me.”

“It is you,” you say, in agony. “You fool,” and your hands reach, slow to undo the lacings of his mask, and as soon as you remove it, you find his face twisted by the same emotion you’d seen on yourself in the mirror.

Miserable longing. 

You smile, close to sobbing in relief, chest heaving. Placing the mask aside, you slowly reach to touch his face; his dark lashes shiver as Adrian gazes down at you, seemingly trapped there though you’re the one caged by him in the chair.

When you pull him down to you by his cravat he yields readily, sighs, nuzzling at your face.

“I’m a coward,” he whispers, eyes shut as you card fingers through his hair with barely contained urgency, feeling the softness, the slickness of it, the scent of it, of him.

He draws back, so close to your face you see the golden rims of his irises. “I did not want to be selfish, to keep you there though I… I didn’t want to think about what I’d seen, the change in you… but… “ his forehead rests on your shoulder with a sigh. His hand, warm and scarred, is gentle as he feels along your bare neck. “... but while you were there, I felt… a little more like me…” he admits, and you’re melting beneath the onslaught of sensation, the confession branded into your skin, his hair tickling and soft where it caresses your cheek.

He raises his head, and you stare at each other for moments; seconds; eternities. 

“Come back,” he says, and through the burst of emotion you cup his cheek, and press your lips to his; he sighs; you whimper softly as he deepens it all, seeking more, an arm around your waist lifting you to him easily; you wrap around him with relish, not letting go even if the world were to crash down on you both, and his arms are vicelike around you.

Your feet barely touch the ground in his embrace, and you’re smiling now, actually smiling, shedding layer after layer of suppressed heartache and desire and protectiveness; a care so deep you can call it nothing else than what it is, though you dare not tell him yet.

He licks into your mouth with the thirst of one denied sustenance for years on end, crushes you to him so strongly you gasp; but you’re no different. Your arms are bonds around his neck, body pressing against him, leg curling around his hip as though trapping him for fear he’ll vanish; when you break away to breathe, you see his lips are bruised, his eyes so bright as though a dark veil had been cast off; his smile is the sun forgotten by the rains outside, and his long hand grips the skin of your bare thigh, holding your leg wrapped tightly around his hips. Clothes, crumpled. Your dress, wrinkled. His cravat, which you’d so carefully fastened, is slack around his neck, and his hair is a gleaming mess. 

“Adrian,” you say, licking at his taste on your lips, unable to recall a state of drunkenness such as this. Without even realizing, your gaze slips briefly towards the bed, then back on his face.

“Will you?” he asks after another swift kiss, a tug of softness. “Will you come back with me?”

You gently pry yourself away only enough to take his hand, placing it to your breast; he gasps. “Yes,” you say, voice shaking with fear overpowered by need. You reach for his other hand and lace your fingers with his, slow to step back, closer to the empty bed. “But not yet.” 

You fall and he follows, his features raw with all that you feel, your shadows melding together against the wall.

The mask lies forgotten on the table, shimmering in the candlelight.

MASTERLIST: CASTLEVANIA SERIES x READER

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OVERTHINKING 30 SECONDS OF ALUCARD CASTLEVANIA:

I deliberately spoiled myself for whether he would be showing up before I started watching because I didn't want to disappoint myself if he didn't. So I saw this screenshot out of context and was like "no, put him back." He looks a bit too smooth and cherubic. Doll-like and a bit too feminine.

In context it's not so bad, in profile the change isn't so drastic and I think it's more that they have him exceedingly pale and that flattens out all of his shading than that they changed his facial shape much. Some of this is also just the slight difference in art style. Lines are lighter and more sketchy here and we don't have as much dark dark shading.

I expected that he would probably have white/gray hair a la Symphony of the Night and he does. A lot of the Ayame Kojima artwork he looks more pale blond but I most people playing the game interpret that sprite as having gray or white hair.

Also like Symphony of the Night, he's got a cravat. All laced up to the chin versus loose, low necked shirt or walking shirtless scene in Series 1

I always guessed that they had his first appearance like this to confirm beyond a doubt that the long haired pretty person was male so foreign language markets wouldn't be tempted to change his gender. And also I guess let's show off that scar.

ANYWAY. I always interpreted Alucard's silvery SotN hair as an expression of age/weariness/grief. He's canonically been taking a dirt nap for a while, right? An expression of the fact (?) that he hasn't been feeding. Homeboy is anemic.

By the way, it's never really made clear in Castlevania the animation whether Alucard needs to drink blood. I always assumed that he did at least sometimes. In part, because of this:

He has a confidence here that says to me that this is not the first time he has lunged after someone's throat.

Also it looks like the coffin apparatus he rises out of when he's introduced is feeding him blood somehow.

[He also eats food obviously, from his foraging and cooking montages in S3. my fanon interpretation of this is that he needs some of both but not as much blood as a full vampire would need and not as much food as a full human would need. He can survive a long time (probably a very very long time) without either but he'd suffer for it]

Some Castlevania vampires have more inhuman features than others. I'm speculating on this being more true the more old/powerful the vampire. Drolta's black sclera, Dracula's ridiculous height, Olrox's glowing eyes, etc. So the white/silver hair (and the 'is he glowing or is he REALLY white' complexion) might be an expression of Alucard aging and coming into his powers. Because a lot of our Castlevastle vampires are paper white but not all.

Him being laced to the chin versus tits out implies a more closed personality. Maturity, perhaps. Less emotional and sexual availability.

(In the first season he just woke up so you can't blame him for not wearing a shirt. In season 4 the shirtlessness is a Choice.)

I would say "please, someone fuck this man" but we all know how that went.

IIRC, in games canon he went immediately to sleep after Castlevania III and then didn't wake up until Symphony of the Night. This implies some self hatred and maybe depression. Feeling like you're something that shouldn't exist but being unable to easily self terminate and/or sticking around just in case you need to fight a monster worse than you.

Animated Alucard doesn't seem to have that level of self hatred. In series 1, he seems to identify more as a vampire than as a human (his comment about being less than excited about the Belmont hold because it's a museum dedicated to the extermination of his people) and doesn't seem to think that existing as a vampire is wrong in and of itself. In fact he seems to have some pride in vampires as preservers of knowledge even after the events of season 2. ALSO, his relationship with his father seems more positive in the animation than in the games. In the animation, he loves and respects his father up until the point he decides to exterminate all humans. In the games it seems like that father son relationship was more fraught and possibly more distant.

HOWEVER. If his kill count really is in the thousands, that makes me believe that not only has he been awake most of the last 300 years, he's spent most of that time killing vampires and that he may have started killing vampires generally rather than just those making problems. Even if he hasn't come to the conclusion of "all vampires must die and then when I have finished my grim work I shall die too" if he has been hunting and killing vampires for SO LONG he has to have started seeing them, and the parts of himself that are like them, as the problem.

I don't love that kind of moral absolutism, but. In Castlevania we have (correct me if I'm wrong) two morally ambiguous vampires (Dracula and Olrox) and the rest are evil. Castlevania the animation seems to not come down on the side that vampires are soulless monsters, but the overwhelming majority are evil. I think it would go against the series core to argue that vampires aren't people or can't be good people, or that you get one choice and that determines your whole life and impact on the world going forward (how Christian of you--also, a lot of them didn't get a choice!) But the fact remains that vampires have a strong incentive to view human beings as not really being people.

Alucard MIGHT be choosing to abstain from blood and that MIGHT be why he's so pale he glows. Drink your juice, Alucard. Take care of yourself.

I don't love the idea of Alucard being so self hating because I love him and I want what's best for him, but I have to admit that this kind of self hatred is what makes Symphony of the Night Alucard and most notable dhampir characters compelling. A monster fighting worse monsters. A cursed, bastard existence that nonetheless gives you great power. Choosing to do good even though you yourself are damned. Being constantly on the verge of a fall, of awful temptation, of becoming the thing you hunt. Fighting for a world that has no place for you in it.

LASTLY. As a Trephacard shipper. In animation canon he probably AT LEAST stayed awake for more or less a human lifetime. With Sypha and Trevor, in whatever capacity. Undeniably, he loved them. But there are ways that might contribute to the self hatred. It would have distanced him from the vampire part of his identity. I keep thinking of the fact that Trevor corrects Alucard ONCE when he refers to Dracula as "my father" and Alucard refers to him as "Dracula" for the rest of the series. I keep thinking about him staring at the cabinet of vampire skulls in the Belmont hold and Trevor and Sypha both seeming to not really notice. It would be tempting to minimize or fight against that part of his identity. He might feel like he has no place with them if he doesn't.

(AND THAT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE FACT THAT DRAC IS ALIVE NOW. I have no idea how they're going to choose to deal with that, but I have trouble imagining Alucard and Dracula having a positive relationship going forward. That might even contribute to Alucard feeling like he had to choose.)

[thewriterwhowritesnot]

Not an ask, just some ideas, some yandere and or more stripper alucard (lol I've totally been caught up in all the fanart)

I hope your in good health and it's nice having you back!

A/N: Thank you my lovely. I am glad to be back. I am at a loss when it comes to stripper!Alucard ideas so if y'all want to send in some inspo feel free but I have plenty of thoughts about Yandere!Alucard. These are darker than my usual bits so beware if this ain't what you want! I also want to say that a lot of these behaviors are considered ABUSIVE in real relationships so please please please if you are dealing with this IRL RUN RIGHT NOW!!!

This is 18+

TW: Breath play, Impact play, stalking, and gaslighting

Now I know our baby is kind at heart but I think we should explore just how quickly Yandere!Alucard's kindness can become cruel.

Yandere!Alucard is unpredictable. He'll be seemingly calm and collected one moment and then out of his mind with jealousy and rage the next.

He follows you around wherever you go, searching for anything, anything he can find to give him a reason to punish you for proving to himself that you're just like everyone else while devising a plan to keep you all to himself.

At first, he brings things up calmly with a deceiving pleasant/playful tone that has you chuckling as you answer him. "I thought you and that boy in the village were some old acquaintance with the way you lingered behind to speak with him." You'll smile and crack a joke about you being best buddies even though you barely knew him and would be caught off guard when he's next to you in seconds with his hand in your hair pulling your head back enough for him to stare directly into your eyes.

The red in his eyes sparks your fight or flight and you're wanting to scurry away like a frightened bunny. He'll interrogate you about all the times you've been out of his sight and every time don't answer quickly the hand he has wrapped around your throat gets tighter.

You quickly learn that he's addicted to the scent of your fear. The way your pulse quickens whenever he steps into the room.

You begin to prefer to have him watch your every move. That way he can only punish you for the little things.

He'll purposefully give you too hard tasks so you'll mess up and he can bend you over his knee. He'll make you recite all the ways you disappointed him and count how many times he spanks you.

He'll tell you over and over that it's your fault. That you deserve this because you've upset him and soon enough you begin to believe it.

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Hello! Can I get some Alucard courting hcs, scenario, whatever tickles your fancy (fem reader if you do gendered). Basically you caught his many eyes and he is interested in making you his (lucky) s/o 💖

Thanks a bunch!

When I tell you how much I.love.this.trope. I could write an essay. Super powerful god-like beings being whipped for average joe(joni?) reader clears my skin and opens my third eye.

Rating: PG

Warnings: fem-reader, sorry gays and theys.

When you first walked into Alucard's un-life, you didn't exactly stand out. Sure, you were nice to look at, definitely a beauty in the eyes of this former 15th century Voivode, but you were still human.

Don't feel bad, mans is busy.

But the more time he spends around you, the greater concerned he becomes. Because "they fuck?" Since when did a human woman distract him so much?

Every time Integra is lecturing him or Walter is delivering missions details, you just so happen to be in the room, doing whatever it is you do (he never actually figured out your official position in Hellsing), and his focus is all on that cute ass of yours or the shine of your hair.

You know that meme where if you're wearing sunglasses, you can look where ever you want? Yeah, his eyes are lasered in on your tits 50% of the time.

But it doesn't take long for him to start falling for you on an emotional level as well.

When someone makes you laugh, it has his heart swelling like the bloody Grinch on Christmas. And if it's one of those snorty or cackle laughs? Even better. So precious. He wants to keep you in his coat pocket.

You love helping out around the manor, keeping the Hellsing cogs turning however way you can. Your dedication is so admirable, as Alucard has witnessed one too many humans wasting away in their chosen careers. But you approach every task, no matter how mundane, with a reasonable attitude and intent focus.

You were THE GIRL. If someone needed something done, they knew they could rely on you.

That's why, one day, you were asked to deliver Alucard's blood bags. You were admittedly terrified. You've heard rumours of the horrible pranks the No-Life King has played on other unsuspecting staff who made their way down the basement stairs.

But to your relief, he pulls no such tricks. He's actually quite welcoming?

This was the first time you two had officially spoken.

Alucard takes the time to ask you some questions as you pour the blood into a wine glass. Where were you from? What are your hobbies? Do you know how to handle a semi-automatic rifle? Trivial things like that.

By the time you finish your conversation, Alucard says he enjoyed speaking with you, and that he hopes he gets to pick your brain again soon.

You blush, making him inhale sharply as he resists the intense urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you.

From that day on: you say jump, he breaks the ceiling.

Integra, Walter and Seras all take note of how he listens to your every word like it's an orchestral symphony. Would they dare point it out? Heavens no. They've never seen the King of Vampires in such a good mood, even if it was only indicated by his undivided attention.

Having Alucard's full attention is a miracle in itself. He is FOCUSSED. He is DEDICATED.

By the time he finally makes a move on you, you have to ask, "what took you so long?"

Witty too? God, he loves you.

[monochromaticwriting]

A bit of a challenge: anything with Isaac and Trevorcard ;) can be cute, spicy, or TC reacting to his dad being charmed by this odd prickly redhead. Anything that comes to mind ❤️

Ok, this is a really good prompt, and I hope I did it justice! 🩷 It was a fun exercise to write from Trevorcard's perspective!

Despite having watched his father dissolve into mist and his Castle crumble around them, Alucard knew this wasn't the end of Dracul's reign. He knew Dracul would come back, and he wanted to be prepared for anything. For two hundred years, Alucard watched over both the Belmonts and Belnades, determined to not let any of them befall the same fate he did. Alucard was calmer when his father returned, though that didn't negate the hatred he felt for his sire. He needed to play it safe though, not wanting to cause anymore problems for both the Belnades and Belmonts.

When testing out his vampire powers, Alucard had found that Lycans, Wargs, and feral wolves would serve him, helping him as he needed. It threw the new vampire off a bit, but he grew to appreciate their loyalties, as he used them to keep eyes and ears on Dracul. Alucard wasn't sure if his father knew that the wolf beasts answered to both him and Alucard, but it hadn't been an issue so far, so Alucard wasn't worried. However, one came back with some strange news.

"Dracul has a what now?" His voice came out in disbelief.

"I believe humans refer to it as a Concubine." The lycan answers. Alucard blinked at the wolf beast. He was at a loss for words.

"A concubine? My father?" Alucard said, more to himself than to the beast, before looking at the lycan, "Thank you. You may take a rest, I'll investigate this claim further." The lycan bowed and disappeared back into the darkness of the forests. Alucard waited until the brush stopped rustling, before he started his trek to the Castle.

The Castle stood tall, its shadow making whatever it touched colder than the snow itself. The Castle did not like him, but it never bothered him when he was inside it. However, it made sure that he could not access Dracul at any point. Alucard didn't care about that for now, he needed to see this supposed Concubine.

There was no way his father was involved with another. Not when Dracul sacrificed everything for his mother, Marie. Surely this was just a passing fancy, just to pass the time and then he'd devour her. With these thoughts as his sole companion, he paused.

"Where would I even begin looking for this woman?" Alucard thought aloud. Closing his eyes, he opened himself up a little to the darkness within the Castle. Being the flesh and blood of Dracul had its advantages, one of which was manipulating darkness to help him find those afflicted by his father. Those who his father had marked as his. He could feel the darkness that came from every Dishonoured Vampire, as well as the newly turned, but he felt a new presence. One that led down to the Toymaker's Theatre. So, he makes his way out of the Castle, down one of the many bridges, into the theatre that had been partially carved from the mountain side.

Shifting into a swarm of bats, Alucard came in through one of the many windows by the entrance. The strange new darkness pulled him further into the theatre, his swarm claiming a chandelier to look out on the scene before him.

The Toymaker was working on another puppet, this one was unfamiliar to Alucard. That was a worry. If Dracul was having The Toymaker make new puppets to test out, surely he was planning another attack on the villages. Turning his head, he inhaled sharply.

A tall, skinny woman was working on her own project, some sort of mechanical monstrosity with pages all around her. He figured these were prints of the monstrosity she was building. Her hair was short and bright red, a red that reminded him of his late wife and son. She was wearing a tunic that was too big, as it stopped mid thigh and hung off of one of her shoulders, red hose, Cracow style shoes, and leather gloves that went up to her wrists. She had some strange markings, perhaps brandings or tattoos, that radiated both Dracul's darkness, and something else, thought the latter was much weaker. This energy combination made Alucard's fur bristle.

There were also still healing burns on her body, giving those spots a lighter tone, just a shade or two above, what he thought was at least, her natural skin tone. What caught his attention the most were those yellow eyes. They were a different shade than his, but they were beautiful. If this was the Concubine, Alucard truly couldn't judge his father. She was a beautiful woman, though that didn't stop the gut twisting feeling of knowing his father loving a woman that wasn't his mother.

There was a silver-colored demon beside her, with protruding purple crystals coming from its chest and abdomen. Alucard never dared to go down too far within the Castle, but he knew his sire had claimed a chunk of Hell itself as his own territory. It almost looked like a merman and harpy hybrid. Did Dracul make this being specifically for her, to guard her when she wasn't by his side? Focusing, he found the energy within this thing was similar to the darkness within her. A darkness that stood no chance against Dracul's, judging by how weak it was.

Satisfied with his observations, he goes to take flight, until he hears her, or should he now say, his voice. "Toymaker, do you feel like someone is watching us?" His words made Alucard bristled and his swarm huddled away from the ledge of the chandelier as much as he could. Alucard was startled at the masculine voice, there was an air of superiority in his voice that threw Alucard off. There is no way this man is Dracul's Concubine, he thought to himself. The man was clearly an apprentice to the Toymaker, which left Alucard to continue his search for this supposed Concubine.

Before he could leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The room grew darker as the candles went out. Everything was still and quiet. There was only one being he knew that could make the once warm room, feel as cold as the snow outside.

Dracul.

Alucard watched as his sire left the shadows and walked up to the red haired man, who in turn wrapped his arms around Dracul's neck and kissed him. When they pulled away, Alucard could see Dracul's face fall into a softened expression. Alucard felt something bitter coming up in the back of his throat. How dare Dracul fall for another. Alucard bristled at the scene, wishing he could go down and curse his sire for letting this man in his bed. Did Marie mean nothing to Dracul anymore? Was she that easily replaceable to him?

Though, a smaller part of Alucard was envious. Dracul could re-experience the warmth of sharing his bed with another. Of having those soft touches and kisses. The sweet words of a lover just waking up, their bodies shining in the sunlight. Alucard swallowed thickly, trying to keep his energy low, as to not alert his sire he was there.

"Ah, so there was someone watching us," the man sounded so gleeful towards the Prince of Darkness. Did he not know of the demon always behind him? Or that Dracul always had eyes and ears on everything going on within thes walls?

"Isaac, as long as you are in these walls, I am always watching." He could hear Dracul's voice say, clearly in a playful manner, despite the monotone voice. Isaac, huh? At least I have a name to the face, Alucard thought.

"Abel, has he eaten or rested yet?" Dracul turned to face the silver demon. The demon shook his head. "Isaac, you need to eat and rest."

Isaac had a clear pout on his face, "Now? I was finally making some headway on the machine!" Alucard shivered as he heard Dracul chuckle to the whine.

"Yes. You can't pout your way out of this." Dracul actually smiled as he teased Isaac, before wrapping him in his wings and both them and the demon bodyguard, Abel, disappeared, leaving nothing but a cold chill where they had been. The candles light back up, and the warmth slowly returns, as does the Toymaker's hammering.

Alucard waited a while longer, before flying out where he had entered. Alucard stared at the entrance of the Castle, before turning back to the forest up ahead, and walking. So many confusing feelings and thoughts went through his head all at once, and he couldn't begin to understand any part of it. All he could see in his mind's eye was Isaac. Being surrounded by Isaac's warmth. Getting those warm kisses and touches.

But a guilt filled his body. How could he betray Sypha's memories like this? For lusting after another? He couldn't betray his late wife and the mother to his son like that.

The pull for sleep interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, startled by how much time he wasted in his own mind. Quickly, he takes shelter in one of the many cave systems caused by the beasts under his sire's dominion.

However, when he fell asleep, he dreams of the beautiful red-headed man his sire had claimed.

[shad0wchateau]

bunny/LCA!BF ref/intro/info post thing?

hello! admittedly i am very shy about this, as i am about most things, but this seems like a fun thing to be a part of and i’d like to throw my hat into the ring. further intro on bunny will be under read more! if you have any questions please feel free to ask!

Name: Bellamy “Bunny” Finch

Age: 20

Gender Identity & Pronouns: Nonbinary Transmasculine, He/She (Please use interchangeably.)

Orientation: Polyamorous Bisexual

Species: “Human.”

Height: 5’7”

Weight: …I’m not good with this stuff. She is meant to be decently chubby though!

Additional: His eyes are fully black. She has a decent amount of body hair. He has top scars. He has more moles on him than are visible.

Relationship Status: Taken! 

Family: [THERE, BUT UNDERDEVELOPED. HE HAS A LITTLE SISTER.]

Partners: Ringo Fulp & Alphonse “Alucard” Fleischer.

Friends: Noriko, Devonte, Cyrus, Harold, and Calliope.

Acquaintances: Ginette Dearest, Phobos F., Hanzou Akamatsu.

Enemies: N/A, for now.

Personality: Bunny makes an attempt to be sweet and kind to everyone, even if they don’t exactly deserve it, and is rarely ever seen without a smile on her face. He’s often oblivious and a tad airheaded, but she doesn’t seem very bothered by it by any means. He is very much an optimist, and doesn’t seem to understand pessimism, though he tries. She is quite clueless on social norms and doesn’t seem to understand that some of her behaviors can read as off-putting. He does not get frightened or startled easily, and is honestly far more likely to laugh at things others might find scary. She’s a very lovey dovey person and is prone to gushing about her partners, as much as she is to gush about the things she likes. 

Personality, Additional: Bunny is unsure how to process any negative emotions at all. These are not natural things for her, and she’s very new in terms of “being a person.” He’s a very empathetic person and can certainly understand why others are upset or distressed, but finds it hard to recognize these things in himself. She would have to be outright told that she was feeling a certain way for her to understand.

Likes: Music, singing, small animals, toys, baking, his partners, his friends, bugs, soft things… she likes almost everything.

Dislikes: Currently? N/A. She genuinely can’t fathom not liking something. Please help him change this.

Backstory: Despite appearing so, Bunny is not entirely human, though not entirely inhuman either. She is what is classified as a Vessel. For all intents and purposes, a Vessel is any being that inhabits an EXE’s world that is not the EXE themself. Vessels are not exactly intended to have proper sentience, as this can cause mental damage among other things, but if eased into it, like in Bunny’s case, they will be fine.

Ringo, a Pico EXE who inhabits an iteration of Pico’s School that would eventually come to be known as Love Conquers All, was unhappy with how things were intended to go. He didn’t like seeing himself and his friends be forced to go through these things. It would take many resets and alterations to the game, but he would eventually reach the happy ending for everyone that he was looking for. No one has been able to play the game since, and time in the world has continued on, unbothered by further outside interference.

Any memories that Bunny had from before the events of the game were completely fabricated, moreso as a way to fill in the blanks, but this doesn’t bother her at all. Ringo made sure that things would align with those memories, real or not. She is, admittedly, new to being a full on person, as are the others that she knows. He’s honestly completely unbothered by knowing what Ringo is, he thinks it’s cool more than anything else. She and Ringo got with Alphonse during sophomore year.

As for how things will go related to this au… time will tell, I suppose.

Additional Notes:

She often forgets to blink.

He doesn’t always react accordingly to pain.

She moves rather stiffly.

Bunny is having the hardest time adjusting to being an actual person, compared to everyone else that he knows.

Out of her relationship chart, the only acquaintances she has outside of the world she’s from are Phobos and Hanzou.

He knows very little about Ginette, but he really wants to get to know her better.

Her bunny hair clip was a gift from Alphonse. He’s worn it every day since.

[corvidcrybaby]

A bit random but Alucard strikes me as the type to be like, “if I cannot have your love, I will settle for you hate” as long as his ‘person’ feels something towards him, he is satisfied. I think being and showing indifference towards him will make him either amused or pissed off. And yes this mostly stems from my belief that Alucard could be technically canonized as a Yandere.

Hmmmmm. I think I'm of two minds about this one, personally. On the one hand, I do agree with the statement given in quotes here as being representative of a sentiment Alucard might carry. Alucard likes to see people at their most intense and unfiltered, and as such I think he'd just get a real kick out of someone's visceral hatred for him simply because he'd respect the willingness to own up to how strong one's feelings are towards him.

This supports some of the ideas, in truth - I think he definitely would prefer to know what someone's true colors are, and subsequently, would not be fond of indifference. It's actually something that I play around with in my OC, Zemira's fics with him. Much of the groundwork for their initial acquaintanceship was Zemira confidently snarking at him in language just abrasive enough to be identifiable as "giving him shit," but just cagey enough to seem chummy, affable and unphased. Beneath this were very legitimate, complicated feelings that the trooper was grappling with, and it was her attempt to project an image of being untouchable and unshaken by the Count; someone who most sensible people quaked in their boots at and didn't hide for a second. But Zemira tried to act relaxed and tough at the same time, in her own way.

And ohoho, Alucard zeroed in on that like a heat-seeking missile. IMO it's actually the worst possible thing you can do around him if your objective is avoiding him. It's like a knee-jerk reaction. You put a puzzle in front of him, he compulsively has to solve it.

Having said this, I think it segues into why I think that if he is a yandere, he's a very esoteric and passive sort of yandere. I think if you show him indifference, he's most likely to simply think of you as another stupid or oblivious human. You're not reacting strongly to him? You're either dumb, or hiding the fact that you're dumb. All he has to do is spook you a little bit, and get you to scramble off in fear. Then he'd have a chuckle, and move on, washing his hands of you.

While I think Alucard is definitely fascinated by human emotions and does place great value on them as pertains to one's willpower and strength of character, I don't think he'd take other peoples' feelings so personally. That strikes me as a little too sensitive for him. Alucard sometimes has a hair-trigger temper, yes - such as when he blows up at Seras - but it is almost in relation to something that is directly associated with a primary objective of his. I've always felt that him yelling at Seras was not him being personally insulted that Seras objected to killing humans, and moreso that he was deeply alarmed by the idea of his Fledgling - his responsibility, as ordained by Integra - not taking a life-or-death situation seriously enough, and potentially endangering herself by being squeamish about who she turned her guns on.

And when he figured out that she was just confused and frightened and looking to him for comfort and guidance, he immediately pivoted. The emotionally unkind thing here is that he doesn't apologize or try to acknowledge his own failure to communicate the situation to Seras clearly. He just switches gears on a dime, and opts to showcase understanding by dropping the subject and changing up his attitude rather than explaining where Seras is misunderstanding.

TL;DR - while I think some of his thought patterns are very yandere-esque, I think Alucard is only going to get to that obsessive, reactive state if he is already in a high-stress, high-stakes situation where his emotions are running very, very hot. Beyond that, I think he's a bit too absent and a bit too unbothered by and uninterested in most people in the long run.

[spinningbuster98]

Castlevania Symphony of the Night Part 1: Die Monster!.....in Japanese!!

We’re here folks

We’re finally here

And I’m playing the Japanese version! Why? Well let’s just say that there’s some content that was originally exclusive to the original japanese release which was cut from the international one. Said content was restored in the PSP version....but I decided against playing that. It’s a playable version, but it’s minor yet noticeable graphical downgrades compared to the original just bug me the wrong way

You can already spot a difference in the intro: the actual narrated text is english even in the Jpn version, and no it’s not due to me playing a translated rom, even untranslated it’s in english, just with a japanese voice over

What intrigues me is how the text itself was still largely rewritten in the international versions, yet even the japanese one calls Dracula’s Castle “Castlevania”, which I had always thought was just a quirk of the english localization and not something that was ever truly recognized by the japanese side of things, at least not until the mid 2000s when even the japanese versions started using that name as the series’ title for a time

However, while I can’t understand japanese, I can’t hear the narrator actually pronouncing the name “Castlevania” anywhere, so I’m going to guess that he’s reading from a different script?

Anyway there’s going to be...LOTS to talk about with this game, though luckily we’ll have plenty of parts to do so :)

Just to start off with something that everybody knows by now: this might just be the most beautiful sprite based game of its generation, probably of the whole decade of the 90s

Yeah sure there are a couple of weird imperfections here and there, namely Richter’s sprite still being from RoD instead of reflecting his redesign, except for one cutscene where he IS given an updated sprite (I guess that’s one point in favor of the Saturn version). This is pretty much the game that started the tradition of reusing old enemy sprites, especially guys from Rondo and a couple from Castlevania IV

But honestly? This stuff is barely even a blip on the radar here. Every sprite, every background is so detailed, so well animated, oozing with so much charm! Every enemy has their own unique death animation, there are a billion different animations for the various spells and secret moves, I could list stuff all night!

Alucard’s sprite and animations have entered into the realm of videogame legends now, which is funny because when you think about it his animations are just way too smooth compared to everything else he kinda sticks out, not to mention that the actual running animation looks silly with the way he moves his arms (not that the Belmonts in the previous games weren’t guilty of a similar running animation quirk with their ultra-manly walk cycles), but it’s just so mesmerizing to look at! He truly feels weightless, like some sort of wraith drifting through the night, with that cape, that hair, the after images etc

The funny part is that the game does implement a bunch of more typical PS1 3D effects, which you’d think would clash hard with the sprites and age the game badly but they actually end up giving it even MORE charm, because they’re usually relegated to 3D backgrounds, but the actual renders not only look pretty damn good usually, they actually help make some environments look more memorable and larger than life! The cathedral, the moving clouds, the houses in Olrox’s Quarters. The Magic Tomes that attack you in the Library technically clash so hard with the rest of the place, but the renders themsleves are nice and I fucking love watching them explode into a burst of flames as their letters just spill out from the pages!

I even love the SOUND EFFECTS in this game! I’m pretty sure that most of them are just stock effects, especially the ones for the transformations and whenever you use a potion....but I dunno they’re goofy in a good, charming way to me

And we haven’t even talked about the music! Oh God! I’ll save THAT for the next part!

[crepe-of-wrath]

Utter Self-Indulgence: What I Fantasize about Blorbos [Alucard, Sebastian, Aizawa] Smelling Like

This is inspired by THIS POST that someone else made about Aizawa (post also reblogged on my tumblr). I haven't been able to get the "what fragrance would I pick for them?" thoughts out of my head. Before we get started, I want to acknowledge again that I know that men in Japan traditionally don't wear the type of fragrances I'm discussing here. But, I like fragrances and I also like thinking about these characters. Final Warning: Absurdly self-indulgent post incoming.

I think we need to have an incense fragrance here, as I like to think that it would amuse even the non-Abridged version of Alucard to smell like incense just because it would make Maxwell angry. (He shouldn't have insulted Integra, eh?)

I also like the idea of picking at least one fragrance marketed to women for Alucard because he transcends these categories. So maybe something like Bois d'Iris by Van Cleef and Arpels, which dries down on some people like what can best be described as cold smoke, which is a visual that feels very Alucard to me.

Another way this fragrance is often described is: imagine silver had a smell and that smell had just a hint of florals to it. Again, I think Alucard would appreciate the humor in a vampire such as himself smelling like silver.

Since Alucard is so changeable, we can't have just one fragrance pick, can we?

When Alucard dances vintage ballroom dances with you, staring down at you with those hypnotic red eyes, wouldn't it be lovely if you could smell a classic Givenchy when he brought you in close? I'm thinking original Gentleman, which has lots of deep, dark, notes, while also playing around with the fougère structure, and, while I don't like straight fougères all that much, it seems wrong not to imagine Alucard wearing something that pays tribute to that fragrance family.

I also like the idea of Alucard layering something very dry and medicinal with an over the top sweet warm vanilla, maybe like Guerlain Double Spiritueuse (another perfume marketed as feminine but again who fucking cares?) just for the contrast, and because smelling that hint of comforting vanilla would be so nice when he wraps you up in those massive arms.

Something that defies the usual trends is necessary here

There is literally a perfume named Ciel by the fragrance house Amouage

And yes, it is damn cheesy (and possibly creepy) to imagine Sebastian wearing a perfume called Ciel, but it's a compelling fit.

(If it really squicks one out to imagine Sebastian wearing a perfume called Ciel, there is also Amouage Dia, which travels in the same scent family circles as Ciel, IMO. However, I truly believe Ciel is the more unusual fragrance and thus the most suited for Bassy.)

Ciel has aspects of fougères, but it also has this big peachy, floral-aldehyde blast.

It is a scent that feels very geometric to me

Like, if any of you know the Thoth Tarot, the components of this scent block together and push against each other like the angular, transparent wings of the Sword Court Cards.

The shifty, airy, gender-eschewing nature feels very appropriate for an immortal demon being.

Dark horse selection: Lorenzo Villoresi Garofano (marketed for women, but a big floral and green combination that plays off Victoriana without having any elements I dislike.)

Goddddddd, just imagine he's getting dressed for his once-every-three-months fancy occasion

And then he applies some Knize Ten, the warmest, most traditionally masculine, least pretentious (IMO) of the leather classics. Like good, classic boots and other quality, long-lasting things.

I associate leather with nature, groundedness, comfort, and, strangely enough, competence [look, humans are weird], which are all things I associate w/Aizawa, which is probably why I'm so fixated on him smelling like this.

I'm sorry, my brain just about fucking shorts out at this point. Just imagine walking by and seeing him with his hair already up and then surprising him as he's about to put on his dress shirt, wrapping your arms around him, running your hands over his bare chest, just breathing in sexy leather

ohhhhh myyyyy godddddd

(Forgive the 2010's typing style, but my overwhelmed brain is reverting to what it knows.)

Another choice that would be really hot: the Tiffany for Men (as in the one that practically can't be found any longer): a warm, comforting, delicious, cinnamon/nutmeg/cedar-y treat to smell as he holds you close on a cold night.