#i know what you are adrian f. tepes...

[aquilaofarkham]

they didn't need to include the hair twirling but they did and i am so so grateful for it

[orphicmusings]

Omg could you please do some or all of the NSFW alphabet for adrian tepes, i would be extremely grateful 😭😭😭 (if you’ve never heard of it look it up on tumblr and you’ll find the template)

finally got my thoughts together for this

a = aftercare

alucard is incredibly gentle with you afterward, even if you both didn’t get too wild- he is just in a sweet, lovey mood. giving you little kisses everywhere and cleaning you up, then holding you while you fall asleep.

b = body part

alucard loves your hands. he loves holding them in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, trapping them above your head while he sinks into you. he especially loves kissing them, making you fluster at such an innocent gesture while you’re doing something so filthy.

c = cum

i don’t really think he’s one for a breeding kink?? i think he would be terrified at the prospect of having kids. he would be too afraid of crashing out like his father if something happened to you and giving them no choice but to end him and live with the guilt. i did not mean for a prompt about cum to be this depressing

d = dirty secret

we all know how he looks at trevor and sypha. he would only be into if you were into it. that said he would be so into it. watching him be so rough with trevor, so submissive with sypha, and a delicious mix with you. meshing together, exploring each other, cuddling in one big pile after.

e=experience

HE GOT NONE LOL…i do think he is a relatively quick learner though, he’s a very focused and determined person and will learn what makes you tick quick.

f = favorite position

def missionary, holding your hand and looking into your eyes while he fucks you hard and fast or deep and slow, it doesn’t matter so long as he sees your face.

g = goofy

i think i could get a little silly with it, but definitely doesn’t initiate the silly mood during sex. maybe if you’re both a little tipsy, you tripped, your shirt got stuck, etc; he would just look at you and burst into uncontrollable laughter that would give him the giggles all night.

h = hair

doesn’t manscape often given the time period but definitely does…out of sheer boredom at least

i = intimacy

he values it so much, he needs to see you and hear you and feel you. for him, sex isn’t quick fun, it’s connecting, it’s intimacy. it’s literally an act of pouring all his love into you, and he’ll make sure you know that.

j = jack off

he probably has but doesn’t strike me as the type to do it often, he’s very disciplined.

k = kink

PRAISE. he loves hearing you praise him, and he loves the flustered look on your face when he praises you. definitely has a love-biting thing, loves seeing the slight indent of his fangs in your skin. i also think he has a thing for size, being such a tall ethereal being and also having at least a quarter of a predator instinct. like he probably thinks of how small you are compared to him and will short circuit, his brain crowded with the urge to protect you and ravish you in equal measure.

l = location

i do not see this guy getting nasty anywhere but the bed or the couch. he’s definitely old fashioned like that. and he wants to know you’re comfy!

m = motivation

when you run your hands through his hair and tug ever so gently, it’s over. he’s putty in your hands. especially if you praise him in the process.

n = no

i think bondage for obvious reasons, he never wants to feel that feeling again nor does he want you to, so it’s just off the table. he likes biting and playing rough with you, but he will never hurt you. even the slightest frown will get him to snap out of it and check in with you. he could not bring himself to ever hurt you on purpose.

o = oral

oh this man is a giver….like….sinking his fangs softly into your inner thigh and licking up the blood before he goes in LIKE!!! and don’t get me started on when you’re on your period, he’s practically feral, holding your hips down and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re shaking and can’t go any longer.

p = pace

he can definitely do all, but prefers it deep and slow, he wants to savor everything. he wants to commit your pleasured, flustered, blissed out face to his immortal memory. he wants to make sure he remembers the most divine thing he has ever seen, the most divine thing he’s ever done, if he’s feeling poetic.

q = quickie

he doesn’t like them. like i said, sex is deeply intimate and loving for him and he can’t just fuck one out quickly.

r = risk

i think if you expressed wanting to do something that he wasn’t necessarily opposed to, he’d have an open mind about it and at least try it once.

s = stamina

beast. actual beast. he can control himself, though, and knows you can’t go as many rounds as he could, and he would never push you to. but if you felt like being edged? ohohohoho

t = toys

i don’t think sex toys existed back then…i could be wrong. but even in modern aus i don’t see him using them.

u = unfair

he doesn’t tease you often, but when he’s in a cheeky mood, he’s in a cheeky mood. he definitely can be withholding when he wants to be, and he knows he can stick it out longer than you. will definitely tell you to “ask nicely” and won’t obey until he hears the prettiest pleases.

v = volume

i think he’s fairly low volume, but very breathy. also talkative if he’s in the mood for it. just narrating what he’s doing, how he’s feeling, how he’s making you feel and having you affirm it could bring him to the brink faster. definitely whimpers, though, just tries his hardest to contain it.

w = wild card

reads about sex. like, all the books he can find on it. and will definitely fuck you on the sofa in the library while he asks you to read a passage out loud, whispering how well you’re doing and how good you are for him, all while chuckling as your voice shakes.

x = x ray

well we’ve seen his chest. but his dick is definitely big. not monstrous. but long. definitely a long boy

y = yearning

i think he has a fairly normal sex drive. not too high, not too low. he’s goldilocks :)

z = zzz

doesnt fall asleep until you do. he just wants to make sure you’re okay, and he loves watching how peaceful you look, wrapped up safe in his arms.

[daisynik7]

cw: f!reader, vampire (Alucard is half-human, half-vampire), smut - dry humping, cunnilingus and blowjob (69 position), PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author's Note: I binged Castlevania during my little break from here and Alucard/Adrian Tepes is currently living in my mind rent free right now. In fact, I'm actually living in his castle and I'm the one paying him (with sex) and this is the result. MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

Alucard fucks you with those slutty little belts wrapped around his waist because he knows how much you like them.

He doesn't quite understand the obsession himself; he wears it for practical reasons, a holster for his ridiculously long sword. "Why are you so fascinated with these?" he asks, watching your fingers work nimbly on the tight straps, tracing his cold skin beneath it.

You're with him in bed, one arm linked around his fondly, the other stretched over his torso. You give him a warm smooch on his cheek, smiling softly. "I think they're sexy. Is that so wrong?"

He rolls his eyes, still not understanding. "What's so sexy about practicality?"

Deciding that it's better for you to demonstrate rather than trying to explain it any further, you swing your leg over his lap, straddling him. You're in your silky nightgown, him bare-chested with his leather pants still on. And, of course, those belts criss-crossed right above his loins. You hook your finger around it, snapping it against his skin. He hisses, baring his fangs at you, surprised. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you just how sexy practicality can be," you smirk, grabbing his belts with both hands, like reins on a horse. He licks his lips while watching, relaxing against the pillows, relenting control to you.

You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap, thin layers of fabric separating you. Soon, you feel him hardening against his britches and you rub yourself on his bulge until your panties are creamy with slick. His grip on your waist tightens as you throw your head back in pleasure, a sweet moan escaping your lips. "Adrian."

"Show me," he mutters, voice trembling, golden eyes half-lidded in a daze from watching you. You lift the hem of your nightgown up, displaying the wet spot leaking through your undergarments. He hisses again, expression wild with lust now. Swiftly, he strips you naked, turning you around to plop you down onto his face to lap at your arousal, tasting every drop of you. You lean down, removing his bottoms while he pleasures you, leaving only his belts on. With a firm grip on them, you sink your mouth onto his cock, bobbing up and down on his shaft, swallowing him to the hilt.

When the both of you are barely hanging on the edge, he directs you back onto his lap, facing him, your cunt wet and glistening with slick and spit. "You better hold on tight, darling," he grins, flashing his fangs at you. He guides himself inside you as you squeeze his leather straps, holding on for dear life while he fucks up into you with rough and deep thrusts. His long, pristine fingers squelch on your throbbing clit, waiting for you to come twice more before he releases inside you, filling you up with his seed.

When he sees your combined mess dripping onto his belt, he finally understands the appeal.

[haxxydraws]

Wahoo! Some characters I know, some characters I dig the vibe of, all characters that were fun to draw!

Names and sources below the cut

Shiver | Splatoon 3

Din Djarin | The Mandalorian

Alucard / Adrian Tepes | Castlevania

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing | Hellsing

Nadja of Antipaxos | What We Do in the Shadows

Gregor | Limbus Company

Also pinging the people who requested these characters

@kitsugami @f-a-b-l-e @gatored @manywinged @fat-fem-and-asian @noro-noro-noro

Thank you to everyone else who also gave suggestions!

[wyyvernn]

Adrian (Alucard) Tepes x gender neutral reader

CW: Very suggestive themes, implied smut, possessive-ish behaviour, blood drinking - minors dni

Just a heads up that I wrote Alucard pretty dominant in this one for i usually don't write him as such :3

Summary: You challenge Alucard to a chase in the woods and things get a little more wild than you initially thought it would.

Words: 2,109

Art by me (i told ya i would draw some art for the fic ;)

It was foolish to think that you, a mere human could hide or worse yet, outrun your dhampir lover.

But it's to your luck that the dewy air of the woods is particularly thick this sunny afternoon, and the sunlight has only penetrated the first few layers of leaves in the trees above, creating a beautiful golden pattern on the ground below.

The shadows of the forest are a fortunate benefit, they work to hide your frame behind bushes and thin branches. It's a light advantage that only brings you a shred of satisfaction until you hear leaves crunch on the ground nearby.

It's only a few moments until Alucard comes into view in all his radiant glory. His cape sits proudly over his shoulders and comes all the way down to drag along the ground as he surveys the area. It's the second time you've had the pleasure of seeing him as his usual beautiful self today, the first waking up to his tender face in the morning.

He's been skulking about the woods, howling all morning to hear how far his voice travels in attempt to detect any movement in his canine form. It must've worked if it lead him straight to you.

You clench your body in a tight little ball, keeping out of sight behind a bush that thankfully covers much of your being, even if the thought of knowing you will be found shortly, staying hidden still provides some comfort.

Time passes like a river's gentle flow and Alucard hasn't moved in what feels like hours, still welcoming the open air to his face, still watching your direction for any movement. He knows you're there but he doesn't want to pursue yet.

What impressed him the most was the wild goose chase you forced him to take part of. He took note of the many times you marked your scent on a tree only to turn and run in the opposite direction. That made him smile, he liked that touch you added - it seems you know your opponent well.

Then there was an odd series of broken sticks all piled upon each other in a small opening of the forest - serving no purpose other than to distract him, which effectively worked. You like to imagine the confused quirk of his brow, his mind pummelling deep into trying to decipher what it meant, looking it over for a good few minutes to see if there was a clue to your whereabouts only to realise in disappointment that it was nothing, a mere hindrance in his pursuit. A frustrated snort would follow making you snicker in your head.

You've definitely made yourself a worthy opponent. You may not be able to outrun or overpower him, but your wit has proved to be an exciting weapon to the game. Alucard feels that when he finally catches you and the longer the game lasts, he'll grow more ravenous and the more rewarding his prize will be.

The tension between the bush and his predatory gaze is as stable as worn fabric, held together only by a bit of frail thread. His amber eyes narrow into slits, never averting them away from the shrub as it sways softly from the warm afternoon breeze.

Your lungs burn in need of release, they ache to take in oxygen while your heart hammers in your chest like a herd of trampling horses. The adrenaline pumping in your veins fuels your desire to run yet you stay firmly hidden.

And when he does finally turn around, a long withheld gasp exhales from your throat, a sound of relief but a definite mistake. Alucard halts a portion in his step, his golden waves no longer bounce leisurely against his back, in fact, when his body rotates, the crunch of his boots on the red leaves feels ominous.

This is it, you think and your hands ball dirt into your fists out of frustration. This is it and the day isn't even over yet.

With gradual foot falls, he inches closer by the second, his slender legs sweeping the ground in long strides. As he approaches, the only thing spinning through your mind is to dash up and take off.

So you do exactly that, however futile it might be.

Your pursuer wastes no time in breaking out into a sprint after you, but you can tell he's holding back to broaden the game.

His laughter fills the air behind you and you can't help to let go of a few sputters of giggles in return.

You blindly dived further into the forest, your feet creating a ruckus as they kick up debris.

Alucard has no trouble catching up, but it's only when you zigzag between trees, stumbling from side to side does he actually find a challenge worth fighting. You stop behind one to catch your breath, hands bracing flat against the trunk and it becomes a game of peeking at each other from each edge of the bark. He follows your actions, playfully sneaking a few looks on the opposite side. You mirror his smirk as you finally hold his gaze, either one of you watching, daring the other to make a move as the suspense lingers in the air. Slowly, you back away from the tree and Alucard effortlessly curls around it, walking in your footsteps.

He chuckles once more as you turn and break out into a sprint again, dodging more trees and jumping over logs. He predicts that you'll exhaust yourself quicker before he catches you.

He's absolutely correct.

You come to a halt in a small opening in the forest with your hands held out in front of you in defence, your lungs heaving one large breath as you turn to face him. He barely looks out of breath, the arrogant prick. His arms come to cross over his broad chest with a rather satisfied smirk plastered on his lips.

"Alright..." you inhale, sucking in many generous breaths, "Alright, let's just stop for a bit and...hah...bloody hell..."

"I caught you."

"You didn't catch me, Adrian..." you retort faintly, motioning your finger back and forth between the distance of your positions, "this doesn't count."

Alucard's brows rise, quite amused by your display as you drop your hands to settle on your knees instead, heaving one final breath before you rise back up.

"Well I suppose even if it did count... you certainly took your sweet ass time finding me, didn't you?" You start, mockingly, loving the way his brows crease together, "I mean you would expect a dhampir to have better senses than a human but that was really...pathetic."

Alucard begins a slow pace, stalking towards you as your legs retreat in retaliation. His arms unwind, coming back down by his sides, a gesture that unsettles you in your brief moment of defiance. What terrifies you more, though, is the flaring of his cape blowing away in the wind behind him, the dark garment outlining his tall frame in a frightening manner.

"Excuse me?" he tilts his head, almost offended. Almost, because you know that's clearly not true and this is all still very much a part of the game.

Swallowing your nervousness, you manage to crack a wicked smile. You steel your back with each step taken backwards, watching him for any sudden movements.

"You heard me... old man-"

The moment the words leave your mouth, a flash of red highlights his body leaving no time for you to react. You feel as light as a feather, handled like nothing as you're swiftly urged up against a tree trunk. Amber irises swarm with lust and gleam with an uncharacteristic sense of intimidation, Alucard leans in close, his threatening breath grazing your ears.

"Does this count?"

Unable to do anything, he pins your arms above you while you squirm about in his grasp, smugly grinning down on you. When you don't say anything, he hums, quite satisfied by your shocked silence.

"Now I do believe it's time to claim my prize," his free hand leaves your wrists to graze down your arm where every chilling touch of his finger leaves goose bumps over your flesh. He slides the digit to your chin where he lifts it gently, causing you to directly gaze into his sensual eyes.

You expect him to claim your lips right there, but he hardly seems to be in a rush, intent on teasing you first. A sudden moan escapes your lips only to feel the weight of his knee pressing in between your legs on your lower region. You tried to muffle your sounds by turning your face into your shoulder but that only revealed a full display of your neck, giving clean access to the dhampir who sighed in response.

Encouraged by your whimpers, his knee moved harder as he approached your skin. As his mouth aligned up with your neck, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs before he sunk them into your flesh, pain flooding in that area until it morphed into a sweet, comforting pleasure. Instinctively, you arched your spine, curling your body into him as he drank hungrily from you like a mad man.

The taste of your blood, the smoothness of it and the warmth pouring down his throat all at once set his skin on fire. He could feel it sticking to his tongue like a thick syrup as he lapped up every drop, savouring every note of its taste that made his head fuzzy and his eyes roll back in delight. He'd never had anything so divine between his taste buds, never having the good privilege of such a luxurious prey presented before him so openly.

He groaned a deep purr, the vibrations travelling all over your body and to the depths of your very core, making you shudder. It was such an unusual thing of Alucard, almost as if he had gone...feral. Even the way his eyes glowed with flares of the sun or his voice spoke in a low, sultry tone - it felt like something else took over...did he spend too much time in his wolf form? Was that taking a toll on his mind? Were his natural instincts on his father's side activated as soon as you kicked off? They all seemed like pretty reasonable theories.

His lips pulled back from your neck with an audible smack but not before he dragged the tip of his tongue to gather that last bead of blood, relishing it like the finest wine. There was a defined mark he left behind, two bright red puncture wounds and a lingering ring of pink around them that would surely grow purple in less than an hour.

"I want to take you right here, right now. I would devour you whole against this tree if I pleased...and you would allow it."

"You seem so sure of yourse- mmph"

You're immediately cut off as he slams his lips onto yours, unwrapping his hands from your wrists to now settle on your hips instead, allowing you to encircle your arms around his shoulders.

It's the first time Alucard has shown such thirst for dominance and a lack in mercy. Usually you're the one having your way with him, usually it's you who plucks and plays with his body, doing all the right things to make him squirm beneath you. Now you're the one shoved against a tree, now as he hooks his palms beneath your thighs and urges them to wrap around his waist, effectively deepening the kiss, you realise you're the one squirming beneath him.

You think maybe it's the fact that you told him to be as wild as he wants this morning, maybe if you told him to be a little gentler he would allow you to breathe.

But as your tongues entwine and your hands busy themselves in his hair, it becomes increasingly more difficult to care about how breathless you are or how dishevelled your clothes are, whether or not your neckline is hanging half way down your shoulders and Alucard withdrawing his lips from yours to tuck back into your neck.

His fangs don't break your skin again, not yet. Instead, he leaves a kiss there, forming a risqué smile.

"I am sure of myself," he whispers, finishing your sentence before he so rudely interrupted you.

Alucard sets your legs down again only to properly lift your body into his arms, his mind already made up as he heads back home. You yelp in delight and shock, instinctively grabbing onto his cape.

"And you will enjoy what comes next, back at my castle."

A/n: I remember starting this some time last year wowow i have like two more drafts from then as well asfffdsf *procrastination intensifies*

[kiatheinsomniac]

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: another commission from @mirroredpaladin of her OC and Alucard ♡ thank you so much for your support!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard Tepes x Mina Belmont (OC)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.9k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: canon-typical injury, allusions to past sexual assault

How did you feel like a stranger to the big brother you had once idolised? 

There had been a brief brush-in between the two of you when the night creatures forced you all to retreat back into the castle. Your eyes had caught for a moment as Alucard greeted the two newcomers and you felt like a thousand questions were asked, a thousand answers given in that one look but you didn’t have the time to speak, there were people who needed to be defended. 

And you regretted that you hadn’t said a word to him with every fibre of your being when he sacrificed himself to stop Death. But you had little time to mourn. The village had to be established, Dracula’s Castle had to be fixed, wounds had to be tended to. In the meantime, you did your best to try and connect with Sypha. You couldn’t imagine what she was going through, to know that she would have to raise her baby without her love by her side to support her through it. You did your part to try and get to know your sister-in-law, to help her stitch baby clothes and to sit around a loom with her as you worked together to weave the fabric together. 

Naturally, Trevor came up a lot in your conversations. It was nice to see her laugh about the childhood stories you could share with her, even if she had teary eyes because she could only think of how much she missed him as she would rub her hand over her belly. 

“Hey…” You began one day as you were sitting outdoors in the shade, stitching more clothes while you chatted and would take little breaks to watch people going about their work to construct the village, “I hope this is ok to put like this but I just want to remind you that you’re not alone. I might not have known you for all too long but I still see you as my sister now. I know that Alucard and I are more than willing to do whatever you need in terms of support and I don’t doubt that Greta feels the same way.” She stopped mid-stitch and let out a soft sigh, her vibrantly blue eyes not lifting. 

“I know, and I’m grateful for it but…” She didn’t need to continue. You knew exactly what she wanted to say: that this wasn’t the way she had planned things, that she wanted her child to know its father. All these things she had a right to and Death had taken it from her. You took her hand in yours and gave it a firm squeeze to comfort her and let her know that she didn’t need to voice these difficult feelings all over again. 

Sypha remained melancholy and so you did your best to flit around between everyone: you’d stay by her side to comfort her if you ever saw her alone or particularly down, you’d go to Greta to find out what you could do to help around the village and you would spend your evenings with Alucard like you had before the two of you first travelled to Gresit. The two of you were significantly more tired now than you had been back then but you treasured that time spent together and neither of you were willing to part with it for the sake of an earlier night’s sleep. A handful of times, you had woken to Alucard putting in your bed; once the two of you had fallen asleep leaning against each other while chatting on the sofa in front of the fire. 

You yearned for more time alone with him like this but, given everything that was going on not only within but just outside the Castle walls, the two of you did not currently have that luxury. Instead, the two of you remained gazing into the flames of the fire in silence, your head leaning on his shoulder, feeling the tickle of his golden hair against your cheek. He smelled like lilies and your eyes flickered over to the portrait upon the wall of his mother in a purple dress with a bouquet of such flowers in her hands. He really was the spitting image of her. You wonder if she would have liked you. 

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Sypha was leaving. You had tried to convince her to stay longer, assuring her that those around her would give her all the support she would need but this was ultimately her choice and so you had to resign to allow her to go her own way. As yourself, Alucard and Greta were seeing her off, standing upon the grand stairs of the Castle while people were bustling about half-constructed buildings, setting up scaffolding, children running around and playing, you hadn’t even noticed that you were tightly holding Alucard’s hand until he squeezed your fingers reassuringly. 

When that horse rode into the village, it turned your world upside down. 

You let Sypha and Alucard talk to him first, sure that they deserved it after all that the trio had been through together. Also because you weren’t sure if you were the person he really wanted to see right now. Alucard did say he had only ever mentioned you once in passing, after all. By the time Sypha was calling for help and Alucard was poking fun at his half-dead best friend, you finally decided to speak up. 

“Hi.” Your throat felt dry and you cringed as the word left your mouth. Was that it? Was that really how you were going to greet him after all these years? You had spent so long going over what you would say to him in your head but all of them were explanations, apologies, hopes for forgiveness, you had never thought very deeply over the small details like how those conversations would begin – more often than not, you struggled to even picture how they ended. 

“Hi.” He replied and there was a bittersweet look in his eyes. “You’ve changed… You look good.” You cracked a wry smile. 

“I wish I could say the same.” People were coming over to help but now that conversation had started, you didn’t want it to end and so, taking his less-injured arm, you slung it around your shoulder and helped him to his feet while Alucard hovered nearby to assure that you could carry him alright. He had seen your strength in battle but Trevor was a tall, broad guy and he didn’t want to see you get crushed under him should you not be able to support all of his weight. You left Sypha to tend to him with the medics as you and Alucard watched from the side of the tent, she had more of a right to see him right now than anyone else. 

You’d gone from nervously squeezing the dhampir’s hand to holding his arm instead as you sat beside him and watched your brother’s injuries be treated. You were bouncing your knee anxiously and only stopped when Alucard gently laid his hand over your thigh to alert you of what you were doing, giving you a soft squeeze to reassure you that everything was fine. 

“Are you forgetting who raised me?” He mused quietly by your ear, “The medics know what they’re doing, they’ve done this job for a long time and they’ve been studying in the castle as of late too.” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear and his warm breath fanning against your neck comforted you as you rested your head on his shoulder for a mere moment before prickling up and sitting upright. Your hands slid down his arm to instead squeeze his fingers under the table, a much more subtle display of affection. There was a lot to process between you and Trevor and, frankly, you now being involved with his best friend would only add to that pile. Oh, how complicated. Alucard squeezed your hand back. 

You couldn’t catch a private moment with Trevor and instead returned to the castle at sunset with Alucard while Sypha stayed by his side in the night. You decided that you would prepare breakfast in the morning and you’d take your chance to talk to him then. There was a lot to say and your mind was a mess while you laid in bed that night, having gone early so that you could wake up early enough to make breakfast for your brother. 

That plan hadn’t worked at all as you were so anxious that all you could do was toss and turn under your blanket, anxiety keeping you awake. What if he wouldn’t forgive you? You hadn’t been there when your family was all but exterminated after all. Could he forgive you for abandoning him like that? Could you forgive yourself? 

Moonlight filtered in through your curtains and tears of frustration beaded at the corners of your eyes as you covered your face and took in a shaky breath, feeling too overwhelmed and wishing you could sleep but that same overwhelming feeling kept you from doing so. What a cycle. You kicked off your blanket and grabbed your pillow as you got out of bed, the floor sending a chill through your feet even with your socks to cover them. 

You left your room and padded your way through the Castle’s corridors, stopping once you reached a certain point. Alucard had established a series of rules when he first agreed to let you stay in the Castle as you studied in your family’s Hold; one of those rules was that you were not to enter this wing, his wing. Surely things had changed now though? 

You realised that you had no idea which room he was in and so you carefully peeked your head into every open door and knocked on each closed one. You knocked on one door and were about to move onto the next, your eyes still struggling to adjust to the lack of light, when a faint voice called out to you. 

“Who’s there?!” It sounded sharp, so unlike the Alucard you had grown to know, it sounded much like the Alucard you had first met. 

“It’s me… Mina.” You answered, reapproaching the door, “I-I’m sorry if I’m still not allowed to come here but I…” You paused and clutched your pillow tighter. Were you massively overstepping a boundary here? Would he see this as being immensely different to the times you had fallen asleep together on the sofa or on the floor by the fireplace? “I can’t sleep… Can I come in?” There was a long silence and some shuffling around before his answer, even quieter:

“Very well…” You were taken aback slightly when he was the one to open the door for you and he gestured for you to enter. You carefully sat at the end of his bed, hugging your pillow to your chest and suddenly feeling a little too exposed. Alucard had thrown on a robe to answer the door and, honestly, part of you had just expected him to call you in, not to get up and invite you inside. This all felt a lot stiffer than you had originally imagined. 

“Is it Trevor?” He asked, leaning against the tall bedpost so that he could look down at you instead of sitting down beside you. You nodded your head and buried your face in the pillow. 

“I just…” You took in a shaky breath and Alucard shifted how he was standing. When you looked up, he was tense and you wondered if pouring your anxieties out to him was a good idea right now. He seemed uneasy. “...I don’t know how I can ask him to forgive me if I can’t forgive myself.” You surmised. 

“Mina…” Alucard began and you looked up at him with viridian eyes as he reached out hesitantly, a slight tremble in his fingertips as he brushed some coppery hair away from your face. You went to lean into his touch but he was already withdrawing. “You’re his family. He might not have gone into detail about any of his individual family members but… He was clearly a very lonely man and I’m sure he’ll welcome you with open arms no matter what. I can’t say that I know he’ll understand why you left as you’ve yet to even tell me but… I’m sure he can forgive you.” 

“Right…” You reached out for his hand but he flinched and when you looked up to question him, his golden eyes wouldn’t meet yours. 

“Alucard… is everything alright? You don’t seem yourself.” 

“It’s…” He wanted to say that it’s nothing but you were opening up to him, wasn’t it fair that he did the same? He liked you a lot and didn’t want a misunderstanding to push you away but he wasn’t prepared for you to see him differently should he tell you why he was so uncomfortable with having someone in his room like this. “I just…” He wanted to at least tell you a portion of what had happened without telling you the whole thing but how could he do that? “The last time I had a visitor at night… ended…” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you want me to go?” You put your hand down on the mattress to push yourself up and leave but his lips parted, fangs poking out slightly as he searched for the right words. 

“I do and I don’t. I’d like to think that you won’t hurt me but… I thought the same thing about them too.” 

“I know that me saying this won’t do much to help but… I’d really never hurt you, Alucard.” He swallows hard and nods at your words before speaking again. 

“Can I just… can I-” 

“Whatever you need.” You replied when you realised that it was clearly something difficult to ask for. He plucked the pillow from your grasp and set it down beside you, standing over you and looking down as you tipped your head to look up at him. He searched deeply through your green eyes and found them so unlike the brown ones that had hurt him. You looked confused and yet patient; you didn’t understand what was going on but you knew that he needed it and so you were willing to sit there and let him face his fears if it meant being closer to you. 

Slender fingers brushed all your fiery hair back before cupping your face, feeling your warmth. You showed no fear and it made his heart flutter. You trusted him in this moment. Even if you hadn’t told him everything about your past, you trusted him with your present – he could only hope that you would trust him with your future too. His thumb brushed ever so slightly against your bottom lip and he didn’t miss how your eyes widened, your pupils dilating as your heart fluttered in your chest, like it was calling for him, singing for him to come to you. Did you know how alluring you were? But now wasn’t the right time to kiss you, even if you clearly didn’t reject the idea. 

Instead, he dropped to his knees and you continued to follow him with those wondering eyes. You let out a slight gasp and stiffened when his hands came to rest on your knees and pushed them apart but you soon relaxed again when he merely slotted himself between your legs and pulled you flush to his body, arms wound around your waist in an embrace. 

“Can we just stay like this for a little while?” He asks, squeezing you gently and burying his face against your sternum. 

“Of course.” You reply quietly, returning his embrace and threading your fingers through his golden hair, feeling how the action prompted him to nuzzle slightly into your warmth. 

“Don’t ever hurt me?” His voice was barely a whisper and yet his words were a plea. You paused for a moment as you looked down at him before resuming in tenderly stroking his hair. 

“I’d never dream of it.” You replied, sensing his desperation to relax despite his clear unease, “You’re much too dear to me and besides-” you leaned down to bury your face in the top of his head. He smelled nice and you found your eyes closing as you embraced each other in this moment of such raw vulnerability, “-I’m unarmed and you’re a dhampir. You’re perfectly safe, Alucard.” You felt his shoulders slacken at the rationalisation. You were right. You could hold your ground in a fight – he had sparred with you before – but without a weapon you could only rely on agility and tiring out your enemy which would fare well against anyone except an immortal like himself. There was no way you could hurt him and you said that he was too dear to you to do so. Those words played in his head again ‘you’re much too dear to me’ and he squeezed you tighter for a moment. 

“Come…” He cleared his throat a little as he rose up to his feet, taking your pillow and tossing it into the chair across the room as an extra precaution, “You said you couldn’t sleep? Rest here.” He pulled back the more rumpled side of the covers and got in before gesturing for you to do the same, not laying down until you had done so. You laid on your front with your arms under the pillow which you rested your head on. Alucard watched you for a short while; originally to ease his own anxiety but he could see that your thoughts were taking a toll on you when your brows pinched slightly. You’d never sleep if you kept your head going like this all night. 

Hesitantly, he shuffled closer to your body, swallowing hard as his inhumanly slow heart fluttered in his chest. He carefully set his hand on your back, a touch so feather-light it was barely there. “Hey…” Your eyes were too shimmery when they opened to meet his, blanketed in a sheen of unspilled tears, “Turn over…” He coaxed you to lay with your back to him and he worked his arm under the pillow that your head was resting on. You could feel each breath he took with how close he was to you as his arm slung over your waist and held your hand over your belly. “Better?” He asked quietly against the nape of your neck. 

“Much.” You replied, your mouth feeling dry. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against your back was lulling, his steady breathing coaxing you to do the same, to relax and let your mind rest so that your body could do the same. Alucard found ease in this position. He enjoyed holding you, he wanted to hold you as you both slept and yet he still felt in control of things this way. You had your back to him, his mouth hovering over your nape: a position that made you vulnerable to him and his fangs and should you try anything it was much easier for him to immobilise you than vice versa. He didn’t like having to go over self-defence in his head just so that he could hold you without panicking but it was better than nothing, it was worth it to be able to hold you in his arms as you drifted off. 

He waited for you to fall asleep first, able to tell by your heart rate and breathing, by the way your body had utterly slackened and your fingers laced through his no longer held on consciously but because he had yet to let go. 

“Goodnight, Mina.” He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck and allowed his eyes to close too. 

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

When you awoke, Alucard was already up and getting dressed. You’d seen him shirtless countless times, yes, but it felt more intimate to see him like this when he was dressing as opposed to him making the choice to wander about without a shirt on. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep a little longer, just enough time for him to dress, before you began to stir. 

“Morning.” The blond dhampir greeted you with a gentle smile. He was nowhere near as tense as he had been last night to have you in his bedroom like this and you were glad for it. You tried to reflect on how long it took you to sleep in his arms as opposed to when you had spent hours tossing and turning alone in your own bed but you could recall nothing; you must have fallen asleep right away. “I thought I’d make sure you got up nice and early so you could bring Trevor breakfast.” He paused for a moment, “I hope you don’t mind that I woke you up even earlier than planned so that we could share breakfast together first? I feel like we’ve both been so busy lately that we haven’t had time to share meals as much as we used to and it’s not the same to eat alone. I also thought it might help to ease your nerves before you go.” 

“Thank you, Alucard, it means a lot. I’d love to have breakfast.” You replied as you sat upright, being met with a little snicker from his lips. “What?” You asked but his golden eyes were fixed to your fiery hair that was a mess all about your head. “Oh, yes, ok, ha ha, very funny.” You grumbled when you realised what he was trying to hold in his laughter at. He gathered up a robe in his hands – the one that he had answered the door in last night – and laid it carefully over your shoulders as you sat up. You pulled it around yourself and took out your pillow that he held out for you to take. He was still smiling amusedly at your terrible bedhead and your reactionary glare was only met with a greater smile. A part of you couldn’t even be genuinely annoyed – the sight of Alucard smiling was much too precious for you to hold bitterness against. 

You quickly returned to your room to get ready for the day, throwing on a simple pair of slacks with a blouse and a stay to support you. Taming your copper hair took a little longer and so you decided to keep it out of your way with a simple dutch braid down the back of your head. 

You found Alucard in the kitchen, already serving up some eggs and toast with fried tomatoes. The ingredients were still left out so you assumed you’d just cook Trevor’s breakfast after eating with the dhampir. 

Alucard had always sat in the seat opposite you when you ate meals like this but today, he pulled out the chair beside you and set his plate down there too. He chatted about his plans for helping Greta and you could tell he was trying to make sure you didn’t worry too much about the conversation you were going to have with your brother. It also helped that he was a brilliant cook and could even make such a simple meal taste amazing. Perhaps you should get him to cook Trevor’s breakfast too, you pondered. 

Beneath the table, your knee bumped slightly against Alucard’s but neither of you seemed to mind – in fact, you weren’t even sure if it was him or yourself that leaned more into the little touch as you both ate. You liked these little intimate moments with him, liked how you were growing closer but the two of you were also so busy as of late. The Hold had to be repaired, houses had to be built, food to be found and cooked, children to be looked after, people to teach, repairs be made to the Castle, the occasional night creature to be killed. All you wanted was more time with the dhampir who made your heart flutter like a hummingbird in your chest. 

The two of you made Trevor’s breakfast together and you decided to make some for Sypha too – knowing that she’d surely be hungry, eating for two – and covered the plates up before heading outside to the tent that the medics had put Trevor in so they could come in to check up on him periodically throughout the night. When the two of you entered, you found Sypha sitting on the edge of Trevor’s cot and changing his bandages. 

“Morning.” Alucard was the one to speak up and you were glad for it, your mouth having dried again at the sight of your older brother and the daunting conversation that lay ahead. “Mina and I brought breakfast for you two.” 

“Oh, thank you!” Sypha exclaimed happily as she watched the two of you place the plates down on the little table to the left side of the tent. 

“Though, Sypha, I was wondering if you might join me to eat in the castle so that we could go over the plans for that house?” He suggested and everyone in that tent knew it was a cue to give you and Trevor some time alone to talk things through. 

“Of course.” She replied, “I was talking to Greta earlier who said that getting most of the basic supplies shouldn’t be a problem, it’ll be getting a team of people to help with the construction given how busy everyone is at the moment.” The speaker explained as she finished tending to Trevor’s bandages. As she stood, she leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, murmuring something in his ear that made your anxiety spike momentarily, the feeling diffused by Alucard’s assuring hand rubbing up and down the length of your spine. 

As the dhampir and speaker left the tent, you went to retrieve Trevor’s plate of food as he propped himself up against the cushions. You perched on the edge of the bed and set the plate in his lap as he began to eat before it could get cold. 

“So…” You began awkwardly, “I don’t really know what to say but I do know that I want to say sorry. I know it’s not enough to make up for me not being here when everything happened but…” You swallowed down the burning feeling that was building up at the back of your throat as you did your utmost to keep your composure, “I wish I’d been there for you but I know I can’t change what happened so, at the very least, I want you to know that I’m sorry, that I’m guilty.” 

“But you don’t entirely regret going, do you?” He asked and you felt tears well in your eyes at the judgement. 

“I can’t say I do.” You sniffled, “It’s made me who I am and I learned a lot along the way. I just couldn’t stand by while uncle… no one should get to pass judgement and death the way he did. I watched innocent people die, Trevor.” 

“And I’m sorry he put you through that.” Your older brother replied, “I can’t say that I was happy with the way you went, not leaving so much as a letter for when I came back but I’m also sorry that I left you with h-”

“Don’t blame yourself for who he was.” You quickly cut him off, “You had your own life to live and I respect that. I should have left something, I’ve spent years wishing that I had but… It was impulsive, I think. I just had enough one night as I was thinking back on a vampire he killed, a mother who cried out she had children somewhere that needed her and… I couldn’t stop hearing her voice, Trevor, like it was coming from within the walls and I just had to get out, I had to leave. You understand, don’t you?” 

“Yeah…” He winced as he set his empty plate on the bedside and propped himself up some more, “But I’m just glad that we’ve both ended up back home at the same time.” You nodded your head and hesitantly looked up at him. Your big brother who you had always idolised, who was recovering from a battle with Death himself. He knew exactly what that look meant, having seen it countless times in the eyes of a little girl who had got into trouble earlier on that day and needed cheering up. With a lazy smile, he opened his arms up and you fell into his embrace, being wary of his injuries. You fought the urge to squeeze him as tight as possible if only to assure that the two of you would never be parted for so long again. 

When you finally pulled away, he laid back down to rest. 

“Alucard better be treating you well or I’ll-” 

“Don’t you dare threaten him and we’re not like that… not yet I don’t think.” 

“I will remind him that I’m a Belmont, from the long line of Belmont monster-hunters if he upsets my little sister by any means.” 

“You will not.” You replied with a laugh in your voice at the mental image of it all. 

“Oh, I will. I’ve been looking for an excuse to kick his ass again.” He seemed very pleased at the potential opportunity. 

“Really? Alucard told me that it was you that got your ass kicked.” 

“Oh when I next see him-” 

It was beyond wonderful to have hours full of chatter and laughter with your big brother again after so long. 

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Alucard and the Night (SMUT)

Alucard X F Reader Smut/NSFW 

Summary: You and Alucard just cant see eye to eye on how to keep the villagers from freezing come winter.

Dust particles flew into the air creating a storm of wisps flying in front of your vision. You waved your hand in front of your face defensively as the dust swirled. Involuntarily you coughed, stepping cautiously into the room  you’d finally managed to pry open. 

“Wow” you said as your eyes adjusted to the dark room and the dark shapes and figures began to become real items and things. It was an instrument room. You recognized the billowing and curving figure of a bass in the corner and the stoic and graceful stance of a grand piano in the middle of the room. And oh- was that a harp you saw there towards the back of the room? 

You’d been methodically entering each room in the large castle that once belonged to the feared and respected Vlad Tepes, otherwise known as Dracula. Nowadays it belonged to his son and your husband, Adrian Tepes, or Alucard. He’d have reprimanded you if you’d said the castle was his though. Now that it was the new town of Belmont, fondly named after Trevor Belmont, your brother, and it belonged to the people that lived there. 

And while hutches and tents were livable sure, you didn’t quite understand why the residents of the new town couldn’t live in the castle that was just, there. Sypha seemed to agree with your assessment. In the winters it would get cold and hutches and tents were not going to do anything to fend of the freezing cold. And if it were to grow into a healthy little town surely we wouldn't want the women giving birth in unsterile grass. 

Alucard had been more wary of moving residences in the great castle which had clearly more than enough room to house the people of Belmont. 

“Even I haven’t scoured through all of the rooms in my father’s castle. From what I have seen this place is not meant to be a home but a stronghold.” He had said at one of the town meetings that at the moment was just you, Alucard, Sypha and Trevor. 

“So are we going to build an entirely new town in front of it?” Trevor asked with an eyebrow raised. “Doesn’t seem like that’s possible before winter come.” 

Sypha nodded in rare agreement with Trevor. Even though they were lovers they both seemed to have different ideas about everything. And this was the one thing they seemed to agree about. While you and Alucard hardly disagreed over anything and this was the one thing you couldn’t see eye to eye on. 

“We could house the people in the castle during winter and start building once the snow has gone.” Sypha suggested with another nod to Trevor. You were annoyed, you realized by how in sync they were about this while you were feeling… out of touch with Alucard everytime the subject was broached. 

Alucard seemed to ponder on this thought. “That doesn't answer the question about the danger the people might be in if we stick them in random rooms in the castle. There are many things we don’t know about the castle and any number of things could happen there.” 

“I could clear it.” You spoke aloud. Perhaps your first words since the topic had come up in the meeting. You felt Alucard’s eyes on you, for the first time since the meeting had started. You didn’t want to meet his eyes, you knew what would be there, some warning or shouting for you to leave it alone, and be on his side of things. Instead you looked to Sypha and Trevor who were a little more enthusiastic to hear your plan. 

“I can map out the castle. It shouldn’t be to hard.” You said. “ Go room by room and mark down whats going on in each place and note down what can be used as shelter. I can get that done before the snow starts to cap the mountains.” 

Sypha looked energized. It made sense that she’d be on the same page as you. Baby Trefor, as you’d all been jokingly calling the unborn child, would be due mid winter and it wasn’t ideal to have them in the cold. And Trevor of course agreed. 

“That’s a great idea!” Sypha was saying nodding happily along. You risked a glance behind you at Alucard who was, as you suspected, glancing warily at you. You didn’t like how silent he was but how loud his face could be. 

“That’s dangerous as well.” He was saying now, his arms folding in defiance and looking away. 

“I must think on this.” He said shortly after, shutting down anymore conversation by simply standing up and stalking away. 

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That had been a week ago, and try as they may, Sypha and Trevor couldn't strike the conversation back up with the man. You had your own plans, mainly going behind his back and mapping the castle out anyway. There was no way you were going to let the children of Belmont freeze. Least of all your nephew. 

Mapping the gigantic castle though was a little more of a task than you’d originally thought. It consumed most of your day, especially when you were trying hard not to raise your husband’s suspicions. That out of sync feeling continued and plagued your sleep. And not being able to sleep is what lead you to grab your parchment and head down the hallways of the castle into the instrument room. 

The rooms lamps turned on by themselves as you began to walk inside. It was a beautiful little room that other than the dust cluttering the instruments, seemed to be a room that was cared for. 

Seemingly drawn in by its shape you came closer to the grand piano, gently brushing back the dust and webs from the seat and keys. It was beautiful. You pressed lightly to a key and a note rang out pure and golden to your ears. How wonderful. You had no idea how to play one, and you’d only ever heard one once before. You’d been traveling through Gresit and seen a show once with Trevor. 

You pressed a few more keys, amazed at how the music came from the large instrument. It seemed to fill up the room and bounce from the walls and into your ears. Having been to wrapped up in the sounds of the piano you hadn’t realized that you were no longer alone in the room. Although you often smelled the sweet spices of Alucard before you heard him. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked. And you jumped your fingers crashing none to graceful against the keys, creating a less than beautiful sound. Your parchment had fallen from your side at your movement and fallen to the floor. Alucard was at the door, wearing a soft silken night shirt that you’d woven him and his night pants. You’d never ceased to be amazed by how beautiful he was with his long flowing blond hair. He smiled at you from the door and came into the room quietly, picking up your map. 

“What’s this?” He asked, sleep scattered over his voice. You bit your lip, caught in your plans. 

“Well…” You trailed off. 

His face hardened some as he realized what it was. He sighed as he rolled it up and gazed at you. The candle lights along the wall casting hard shadows on his face. 

“You’ve been trolling through the castle.” 

“Well, you’ve hardly left me much choice.” You say looking down to the keys of the piano guiltily. 

“I said I would think on it, did I not?” 

“Yes but, that was a almost a fortnight ago and you haven't talked to me about it since.” You bit your lip looking away. “You’ve hardly talked to me about anything since really.” 

It was Alucard’s turn to sigh and you looked back at his troubled face. There were always an array of emotions there even when he didn't speak. 

“ I thought, perhaps you were angry with me.” He started.  “ so I wanted to give you some space, I didnt think you were going behind my back in the castle though.” 

You frowned. “Well, I was a bit angry, but just because you weren’t talking to me about it. You hold everything in and, carry so much and I…” 

You paused taking a deep breath. “ I want to carry it with you. Thats what I signed up for. I want you to trust me, that I can do this with you. You don’t have to do it alone. I’m… Im sorry that I went behind your back I just thought, I could do it and show you that you can trust me.” 

You regretted looking at his face this time as it was completely unreadable. Had you broken him? Said something horribly wrong ? He came forward, crossing the short distance between you. You felt his cool fingers wrap around yours as he held your hand. It was nice being this close to him again. 

“My love, I do trust you.” He said a small smile cracking his face. “It's my fathers misery that I don't trust. I stumbled across a booby trapped torture chamber, while walking around one day.” He continued  “ Almost got my arm cut off from a wall spear,  but I narrowly missed it with my speed.” 

He let go of your hand to cup your face and you almost closed your eyes, thinking of how you’d missed him and his touch. “ It would kill me knowing you got hurt combing through these rooms. Or worse yet, you stumble upon some old stone that sends you to another dimension or something.” 

You couldn't help the laugh that came out at the end of his last statement and he chuckled to the warmth coming back to his face. “ Stranger things have happened, you know.” 

You nodded a playful smile upon your lips. “Undoubtedly.” 

“Listen,” Alucard said after a moment. “ I know we’ll have a hard time in the winter so I was thinking about something.” 

“Oh?” 

It was Alucard’s turn to smile. He pulled away from your but held out a hand to you. “ Let me show you something” 

You took his hand and you were off. Vampire speed was something you were still getting used to but as you stopped Alucard was now holding you tightly to steady you.

“Thought I would spare you the walk.” He said, seemingly amused by how shocked you were from the speed. 

“But my hair.” you said looking up at how your hair had decided to go everywhere in the wind. 

“No fair, your hair is still perfect and shiny.” You said and Alucard laughed again, letting you go from his grip as he leaned over to carefully flatten down your hair again. Your breath stilled as he leaned over you, concentrating. His open shirt revealed his chest to you now and he smelled divine. Your mind was just starting to wonder as he finished, snapping you back to reality. 

“There.” 

You smiled and did a small bow. “ Thank you.” He rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand again. “It’s just past here.” 

You followed as he opened two large double doors. They reminded you almost of the size of the front door by how large they were. But any thoughts you had slowly disappeared as the door was opened. 

You gasped as Alucard led you into what you guessed would have been a ballroom. The size of the room was almost dizzying. The walls were covered in beautiful tapestry that reminded you of Alucard’s childhood room, the little you’d seen of it. And as you looked up you were stunned into silence. 

Where you had just expected a ceiling you could see the night sky. The Ceiling seemed to be made of painted glass with exquisite drawings of the sky, animals and what looked like life. It was beautiful. 

“My father made this, while my mother was alive.” Alucard mused. “ They would dance here all night, just the two of them. I never understood why the room was so big but.” 

You looked down, expecting Alucard to be looking up still but he was gazing at you, a deep emotion in his face. “ Now I realized he needed space to fill his love for her.” 

You swallowed hard, feeling more connected to Alucard now than you had in days. “That’s beautiful.” you whispered. “ This room its, beautiful.”

Alucard smiled again, tucking another hair behind your ear. He began to move and you followed him, realizing he was dancing. His feet shifted gracefully and you followed, grateful for his steady arm around your waist as you turned

 “It is, and its also so large that everyone in the village could fit in it, three or even four times over.” 

You beamed. “It would be perfect, Just for the winter!” 

Alucard stepped back and you spun underneath his outstretched arm and then brought yourself closer to him. 

“I think… it’s something that your mother would have loved.” You said softly as your swayed with the blond haired man. An emotion crossed his face before he leaned in close. 

“Well then it’s settled.” 

He kissed you, sweetly and deeply, bringing you impossibly closer and you felt a stirring in your gut that was familiar and full of pleasure. 

“I love you.” He said huskily between kisses. 

“I love you too.” your replied against his lips and daring a look in his eyes. They were on fire, much in the way you felt. 

“Perhaps we should head back to bed.” you whispered after the second kiss. 

“Perhaps.” He said back after the third. “ I could take us there rather quickly” 

You smiled against his lips. ``As long as my hair stays in tact.” 

He smiled almost wickedly this time. “ My dear, when I’m finished with you, your hair will be the last of your worries.” 

You felt on fire at his words but could hardly gasp before you felt wind whipping past your face. You’d only blinked twice before your back was against the large bed that lay in the middle of your room. 

“That wasn't so bad was it?.” He whispered as he hovered above you, peeling back your robe with quick fingers as he kissed you again. 

As he’d gotten you naked he sat up, peeling back his own clothing and you could see the long healed gash across his chest. You sat up and traced your hand gently along it, meeting his eyes he seemed to be watch you breath baited. His eyes fell to your lips as you spoke. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You blurted, heat rising to your cheeks after you’d said it. But the look in his eyes had gotten softer, he gently grabbed your hand in  his and brought you in for another soft kiss. With gently movements he brought you back down onto your back again, hoving over you gently he kissed you again, and yout moan vibrated through your mouths as his fingers found their way to your core, teasing your clit and making your back arch up from the bed. 

He rubbed neat circles with his fingers, your brain having trouble keeping up as he kissed down your neck and look one of your nipples into his mouth. You hissed, your hips bucking up against him, and you released a pleasure groan when he pressed down on your lower half with his free hand, pinning you to the bed. 

“Fuck.” you whispered out your head pressing hard against the satin pillows below you as he circled his tongue around your sensitive breasts. His golden hair cascading down his face and coving you as he worked you closer to the edge. 

“Baby” you managed to get out as he had picked up the pace, rubbing fast circles around your drenched cunt and gently bitting at your hardened nipples. It was a warning that you were going to unravel that he was choosing not to head. If anything this encouraged him on, he hummed a bit and you felt that traveling up your spine as your eyes closed, something deep within your unraveling as you came down hard. 

As you opened your eyes again you both looked at each other and you couldnt control the loopy smile that graced your face and the giggle you let escape. 

“Whats so funny love?” He asked softly and you sat up some, until you were eye level.  You bit at the ponytail holder you had woven for yourself that rested on your wrist before leaning over and gathering up Alucards hair. 

He seemed frozen in surprise as you collected it up gently but quickly and banded the hair together in a pony tail. “There.” You said. 

“Do you, like it better this way ?” He asked. 

“I like you every way.” you responded before shifting quickly and pushing him down on the bed. You were grateful that he went considering he was like a superhumanly strong vampire and could have resisted if he wanted. 

Straddling him you leaned over his lips to kiss him, but barely ghosted your lips over his, teasing him. His hands ghosted up your outer thighs and you grabbed them pinning them down on the bed next to him. 

“Mm mm” you whispered. “No touching.” 

You didnt give him time to respond as slid your soaking cunt down on his throbbing cock. It was Alucard this time who moaned, a sweet sound you wanted to hear more of. 

You stayed stationary for a moment, giving in to his kisses  “I just want to make you feel good.” you whispered before lifting your hips and coming back down to the hilt. Eliciting those sweet groans from Alucard. 

Lifting your hips you began to move at a strong pace, not bothering to hold in your moans anymore. 

“Please.” He was asking underneath you, his eyes begging. “ I want to touch you.” 

Well, since he asked so nice. You nodded and immediately his hands were on you, warmer than before, giving you support as your rode him, your hands pressed against his shoulders. He didnt seem to have anymore control as he bucked his hips into you, gasping at your warmth. 

You could see them then, the sliding fangs that he kept sheathed most times around you. It seemed to take a lot of mental effort to keep them from showing but at times, like this when you were making love you could see the red in his eyes and the fangs peaking. Something about his vampire nature was reaching out. 

Without warning, you were once again flipped onto your back, you moaned loudly as he re-entered you his pace unforgiving against your spot. You could feel his lips against your neck and could almost feel himself holding back. 

He would never ask you, even though it was plain to see for you now that he craved it. 

“Adrian.” You moaned out, grabbing his face to look at yours, he focused in on you his eyes still loving, even though his teeth were bared he brought his strokes down in speed, slowly sliding in and out of you. 

“Its okay, you can do it, I want it.” you said softly turning your head so that your neck was more exposed. 

“I - I dont want to hurt you.” He struggled out. Struggling fiercely with his vampiric need to lay claim on your neck. 

“You won’t. I trust you.” 

“Please.” you whimpered and you could feel the control slipping from him as his hips began to buck again, leaving you breathless. He buried his face into your neck as your gripped his back, staring at the ceiling in pleasure. 

You felt the sharpness of his teeth graze your neck before he huskily whispered. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” 

You gasped as you felt the immediate pain of his teeth latching to your neck, but the pain was gone in an instant replaced by a pleasure you were finding hard to describe. You gripped against your chest as your panted, his hard strokes into your cunt and teeth in your neck sending you over. 

“Fuck, Adrian!” you managed to cry out, your eyes smashing together as you came again, feeling him closely follow you, holding your tight as he came into you, groaning into your neck. 

With a gasp he released your neck, breathing heavily above your face. For only a moment you could see a trickle of blood on his lips but with a swift move of his tongue it was gone. 

You couldnt help but touch your neck where his teeth had been, feeling a tinge of pleasure at the thought of his teeth there again.

“Did I- Did I hurt you?” Concern was apparent on Alucards face, as his teeth were no longer fangs and the ponytail holder had slipped, leaving his hair down his shoulders again. 

You shook your head, a smile creeping on your face again. “Quite the opposite, I think.” 

It was his turn to smile as he brought himself down for a final kiss. “ I love you, Y/N” 

“I love you too,- “ 

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[mistabullets]

i also want alucard to rail me ! could i perhaps suggest,,, alucard with a chubby s/o,,, as wholesome or nasty as you desire

A Taste of You

Characters: Alucard | Adrian Tepes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Alucard decides to show his love for you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader but neutral pronouns, chubby reader, virgin reader, reader is a witch, vaginal finger, slight blood drinking (he just accidentally nip your lips), slight virginity and corruption kink (???), and post season 3 but it’s quite fluffy so don’t worry

Note: There wasn’t any railing involved but you gave me a reason to write some indulgent smut with Alucard and for that, I appreciate you. 

Not SFW under cut ; 

You let out a quiet gasp when the dhampir’s careful lips meet the warm skin from the column of your neck, tensing slightly as it sends tingles down your spine. He laughs at your small reaction, finding it adorable; a lithe hand running down your side to ease the fluttering anxiety and reel you into his ghost kisses. “Relax, my dear… I just want to make you feel good.”

Considerate as always, you think, despite the growing erection brushing up against one of your thick thighs. He must feel uncomfortable to a degree since he is still in his trousers.

How odd it is, that fate led you to him.

You were a mere witch, hopping from town to town but never staying too long in fear that some close-minded individual would suspect your magical ability and report you to the church officials. However, the last particular town found out too soon of your sorcery. Before anyone could act and drag you to a stake to be tied up and burned, you packed your belongings and ran into the forests. You heard from the townsfolk how dangerous it was to roam those woods, especially at nighttime, that a particular vampire lived within the heart of it. However, you reasoned it must be some myth to scare the children or just something to make this dreadful town more interesting and have something to talk about.

Yet deeper into the greenwoods, the lingering smell of decaying death met your nostril. Again, you rationalized - this was the territory of wildlife. Perhaps it was a deer carcass nearby. Who knows? Now wasn’t the time to fret, as you heard voices bounce and echo from the trees, too far away but you could certainly pick up some words: witch, find, and a few curses. Without properly analyzing your surroundings, you picked up the pace, not considering directions and ignoring the fact the putrid scent grew stronger the further you went.

You were stopped in your tracks by a blur of red and a thunk to your head. Before the waves of unconsciousness dazed you, you caught a brief glimpse of golden locks and a pale figure. Perhaps the villagers had gotten you; perhaps this was your angel to guide you toward heaven. But can a witch such as yourself go to heaven, especially if you dabbled in the dark arts?

Well, considering where you are, beneath a beautiful man who carried a merciful soul that you did not deserve… this is the closest to any celestial afterlife you’ll ever be. It took months, perhaps even a year, to mend the wounds of his heart. You recall the first couple months here, living behind the closed doors of Castlevania. Alucard, who happened to be dhampir son of the late Dracula, wasn’t too enthusiastic about allowing another soul to inhabit, especially after being alone for nearly half a year. While you were polite to never ask questions, you eventually put two and two together upon catching a glimpse of the scar, from recent times, forever ingrained into his porcelain skin. No wonder he longed for some privacy. For they were a reminder of loss and betrayal, the day when he saw humanity’s corruption.

And while he’ll never fully forget the sin they committed, he came to realize his lapse of judgment. It stemmed from the unmerited tribulation - he was quick to close off his heart, not properly allowing himself grief, to process the trauma he’s been through.

But seeing how you still forgive the humans and long to aid them, despite them killing your coven, gradually made him realize how foolish he has been. He was reminded of his mother’s wisdom; how she was willing to be scrutinized by the church if it meant she could help others and spread her nurturing knowledge. You were willing to help those in need, despite the hardships humanity has gifted you. While it certainly took time, he was beginning to open his heart to you… and in return, you were showing him your vulnerability, culminating into this moment: you and Alucard, glowing under the moonlight, exploring each other’s bodies like new lands.

He kisses your plush lips again, mindful of his incisors. His hands find your plump breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze, relishing in the breathless gasp your voice elicits. Adrian withdraws himself from your mouth, savoring the taste of your lips; he wants to smother them, hear the symphony he can pull from you, but he wants to drink in your blushing form and the plush curves of your flesh against his muscled figure. The dhampir sees you as a goddess undeserving of him yet here you are, sprawled out and waiting for his next move. You find yourself more flustered than before, small and fragile beneath his resplendent eyes. His visage softens, noticing the doubt casting your lovely face. Adrian leans back down, resting his head against the middle of your breasts, the blood rushing through your veins sounding delicious. But oh, while your blood may be sweet, he wants to try the appetizers first.

“God, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he declares, lips peppering kisses on one of your breasts before finding a nipple to feast on. A shaky moan leaves your lips, your hands find themselves in his hair. Alucard makes sure to give each of your pert buds attention; suckling them in between his lips and gently pinching the sensitive skin with his lithe fingers. Your mind is swirling - how painful the virginal heat is between your legs, how merciful yet ruthless his touch is, how patient this angelic man is despite his own carnal desire, and how you love it and you love him. He allows your breasts to rest from the overstimulation; kisses explore your collarbone and neck while a curious hand searches for the heat radiating at the apex of your thighs. You whimper please at the feel of his hand against your now damp undergarment and your lover can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Patience, my love.”

He rewards you a kiss, brushing strands of your hair away from your forehead. Your face is burning from how intently the dhampir observes each time your visage twists in newfound pleasure. A finger rubs up against your clothed slit, wishing to draw out more of your juices and lewd noises. “A-Adrian, please… t-touch me, please.”

“I am, my treasure,” he teases with amusement.

You whine, exasperated, and Alucard gives a playful grin. He understands what you mean but it’s fun to tease. Looking into your blown-out pupils, he asks for silent permission and you already know what he wants. You awkwardly lift up your hips so he can pull down your undergarments with ease. Once off, his fingers make contact with your naked mound, collecting the slick pooling from your heart and down your thighs. You’re eager to spread your legs further apart, allowing him access to more. He sighs, pride swelling how he is able to make you fall apart so quickly. After some painful slow strokes of your exposed slit, Alucard’s finger experimentally rubs your bundle of nerves, relishing in the moan of his name and how desperate yet demure it rings. Finding the entrance to your maidenhood with ease, he easily slips his index finger and god, that wail sounds ethereal. The dhampir sees how your entire form is quivering, from the tension and nerves, and he’s quick to litter your body with kisses and lovebites to distract your melting brain. You giggle a bit when a strand of his golden locks brushes against a ticklish spot and he’s glad to know you’re easing into his touch.

Adrian tentatively curls his finger in a come here motion - and after a few strokes, he finds that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you moan even louder. Your mind is foggy but you’re feeling confident, enjoying the way your lover is making you come undone - you plead for more. And so he adds another digit to your tight heat and repeats the same motion and experimenting more; scissoring your insides, burying his digits to the knuckle, and alternating these motions. You’re almost at the peak, he sees - with how your moans grow in volume, you’re bucking into his touch, and your e/c eyes swim in lust and adoration. His fingers pick up the pace, drinking in your divine image: soft and thick thighs spreading out more, lightning shape stretch marks adorning your cute belly and hips, and your chubby face contorting in the madness of pleasure as you imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you.

Wishing to relinquish you of this torture, he presses his thumb up against your clit and you’re seeing stars speckle your vision as strange pressure builds higher and higher to the cliff of your undoing. “A-Adrian, i-it’s too much! I-I’m going to, a-ahh--!”

Alucard rubs faster and harsher and thrust his fingers deeper - like he wants to feel every inch of the textured insides of your pussy. His forehead comes to rest on yours to admire your hungry eyes. Before you tumble from your peak, his lips crash against yours to consume the lovely noises, desperate and needy, and he accidentally bites your lips; but god, is your blood even sweeter in the glow of your climax. You didn’t even realize he’s grinding his groin against the mattress, too caught up the new sensation of Adrian’s fingers fucking your womanhood. If you could read minds, could you handle the extent of his ardor for you, a bashful witch? After seeing you wonderfully fall from your summit, Adrian truly believes he would die if he didn’t have more of you, if he couldn’t hear more of those needy keens, if he couldn’t pound you into oblivion, if he couldn’t--

His focus shifts from his lewd imagination to your glowing visage. From the dazed glisten of your eyes and the soft smile plastering your blood-smeared lips, Adrian could wait. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of your sopping core, curiously bringing them up to his lips and lapping up the juices (much to your embarrassment), Alucard can’t help but laugh at your burning red face, planting his lips against yours and drinking up the remaining blood (the metallic taste of it combined with your juices made for a good combo).

“Do you need a break before we get to the main course, my beloved?”

He smiles at your cute face, steam particularly coming out of your ears.

But he smiles wider when you say no.

[omgsquee2001]

We’re Monster Hunters. We need to work together.

Castlevania x Reader(Monster Hunter AU)

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It was always [Y/N]’s dream to become a Monster Huntress. Her parents, [F/N] and [M/N] Protektorius were two of the most famous Monster Hunter and Huntress in all of Wallachia.

When she gets a message from the famous Wallachia Academy, one of the most famous Monster Hunter and Huntress training facilities in the whole world, her dreams become reality. When she arrives, she makes two new friends, Trevor Belmont and his best friend, Sypha Belnades. [Y/N] also meets Trevor and Sypha’s best friend, Adrian Tepes, son of the founders of Wallachia Academy, Monster Hunter and Huntress Vlad and Lisa Tepes.

Through her years at Wallachia Academy, [Y/N] will make new friends, loose old ones as well. She might even find a lover.

//I thought that a Castlevania AU with a kind of RWBY feel to it. Let me know what you all think. There will be five endings. Trevor’s Ending, Sypha’s Ending, Alucard’s Ending, Isaac’s Ending and Hector’s Ending.//

[kkeidawrites]

New World

I do not own any pictures or gifs, they are only used for fanfiction purposes and belong to the original authors and websites.

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The constant back and forth between the blonde and the curvy woman continued for more than an hour as they pushed the through the shrubbery and stepped over fallen trees.

“I said stop following me, goddamnit!” Lorri cursed as she stepped over yet another, fallen tree. She didn’t care if her underwear was being shown at this point, she just wanted to get out of this godforsaken forest.

“And I told you I knew where you could find a place to rest but, you are not taking my assistance!” He says frustratingly, as he used his powers to glide over the fallen tree.

“Why should I believe what you say?!” She threw his previous words back at him and the handsome man sighs.

Lorri walked with a stomp in her step and wrapped her arms around her upperbody to offer herself some type of warmth and honestly she was starting to feel the chill take its place on her body. Not good.

If she didn’t find proper shelter or clothing she was sure to get hypothermia. And the constant following of the blonde didn’t help her case either.

Lorraine’s POV

The bushes were scratching the hell up my lower legs but, I pressed on because I refuse, REFUSE, to get help from a self-centered blonde haired prick.

Why he was following me, I don’t know and don’t care because, I had bigger problems to worry about right now. A rock was hidden in a pile of leaves and I smirked wickedly. Sneakily, I walked around the rock and put my hands behind my back, secretly waiting for the prick to trip over the rock.

Hearing a grunt and the sound of leaves crunching, I turned my head to see the man lying on the ground, my little trick was a success and I hmphed in victory.

“If you keep this up, I really will leave you out here.” He warned.

“And I told you a whole hour ago that I didn’t need your help. K-Kiss my ass.” I stuttered with a chatter to my teeth.

Damn, I was getting colder by the minute. My eyes were blurring and the feeling of fatigue was beginning to seep into my body. My legs were starting to buckle and my coordination was getting sloppy.

“Fuck...” I cursed quietly and stopped next to a tree leaning next to it and sliding down on it to the marsh ground. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on any forms of heat in my mind, thinking it would help bring some warmth to my body. Footsteps approached me and I didn’t dare open my eyes to see who had come closer to me.

Shivering violently, I didn’t feel the heavy cloth of something warm drape over my body. The blonde had placed his coat around my body. An arm then cupped under my legs and held my back as I was suddenly airborne. The feeling of a warm chest found my head as I snuggled into it.

“Stupid girl.” The blonde cursed as he began to walk again and I weakly flashed him my middle finger.

“F-Fuck...y-you.” My teeth chattered dangerously and I hugged my arms that was wrapped in his coat to grasp some warmth.

“We have to get you someplace warm or you’ll really die out here.” He says and a whoosh of air phased through her and the sound of heavy doors closing.

I felt my body be laid down on something soft and tried to crack my eyes open to see what was going on. Was I on a bed? It was no use as the blur in my vision remained and I closed them once more, trying to stop the chatter of my teeth.

Unconsciousness took over me and my body slumped against the bed as I fell asleep.

3rd Person POV

The woman had succumbed to unconsciousness and her blonde savior carefully removed her tattered dress. She had hyperthermia and she needed to get warm quickly before she dies. When he tried to remove his coat from her body, her fingers were latched to the leather so tightly that it insured she wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

The dhampir son of Dracula and his wife Lisa, and the one to end the war of vampires and humans, Adrian Tepes, watched her face as he pulled the dress of her face. He didn’t know this woman and wasn’t going to look at her body while she was vulnerable. Her large breasts spilled over to the right side of her body, did she not believe in wearing a brassiere? Adrian took this moment to gather as many blankets he could find to wrap around her body.

Finding enough blankets, Adrian made quick work of wrapping her body in the many layers to help her body temperature return to normal.

Now all he had to do was wait for her to wake up. Adrian left her vacant room and walked to the other side of the castle to the library. He needed to continue his little project he had been working on for the last couple weeks and no stranger was going to render his studying.

Three hours passed and Adrian still had his head stuck in a book and writing down any necessary notes for his project. He wrote down a few more things before he set his quail pen aside and raised from his seat. He left the library and headed back to where his ‘guest’ was resting and readied himself for anything. He still didn’t know her true intentions and he wasn’t taking any chances.

Knocking on the door, he waited a moment for any response and slowly opened the door to see the lump of blankets begin to shift.

“I hope you are feeling better,” he speaks as he comes closer to the bed.

“You have been asleep for three hours, now, if you are feeling up to it I would should make guess that-Good Lord!” He suddenly put a hand over his eyes as the woman suddenly sat up and knelt on the bundles of blankets. Her breasts swayed as she shifted to the right to see Adrian’s hand concealing his eyes.

“What? Never seen a beautiful woman before?” She teased as the man blindly reached around him. He had placed a baby blue night gown on the dresser for her if she had awakened far quicker than he realized and would have a better set of clothes to adorn.

Once his hand grasped the soft fabric, he held it up in Lorri’s direction and the woman gently took the gown from him, saving him from any further embarrassment she slipped on the nightgown and combed out the creases before telling him she was decent.

Adrian removed his hand and sighed in relief. He was not prepared for that and crossed his arms over his chest. Lorri rubbed the back of her neck as she cracked the stiff muscles in it.

“I guess you brought me here?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Obviously.”

“Then I’m going to go off a whim and say you want a ‘thank you’?” She continued as the gold man glared at her in annoyance.

“It would be most polite.” Lorri rolled her eyes and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“Fineeeee. I am,” she cleared her throat and swallowed the built up spit in her mouth.

“Grateful for helping me. I would have literally died if you hadn’t saved me. So, yeah, thanks or whatever.” Lorri crossed her arms and turned away as the man before her smirked.

“What, is saying ‘thank you’ out of your vocabulary?” He asked with a teasing tone.

“I told your ass I didn’t need your help, but you did anyway!” She argued.

“And I told you if you had just followed me you wouldn’t have almost died of hypothermia!”

“I know what would have happened!”

“Then why didn’t you listen?!”

“Because, I thought I could do it on my own!” Her answer startled the dhampir and Lorri sighs heavily.

“Look,” Lorri runs a hand through her hair in frustration.

“I’m in an unknown world, in a different time, wearing medieval clothes, talking to a man that GQ would literally be clawing for to get in their agency and almost died from fucking hypothermia, so I’m sorry that I am being a bit ungrateful at the moment.” She tells him and places a hand on a nearby pillow.

“I just need...a moment.” She says and Adrian awkwardly stood for a minute then abided to her request walking to the door before turning around and looking at the distressed woman.

“Adrian.” He said and Lorri looks up to him in confusion.

“My name is Adrian. You asked me earlier what my name was and I didn’t give you an answer.” He tells her giving her a small smile as Lorri gave a small one in return.

“Pleased to meet you, Adrian.” She mutters and turns away before he could see her tears.

Leaving the room, Adrian stood by the door frame for a moment until he heard the small sobs of the woman inside making him card a hand through his golden hair.

“Okay...maybe I was wrong.” He admits then leaves the area to head to the kitchen to make them both something to eat.

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Ewwww, this chapter is...good lord I am not really feeling it. I don’t know if I will keep this up for a while I will probably need to work on this one again. Make it better.

[aturning]

Let Me In (Alucard Tepes X f!Reader)

Chapter 2

previous chapters: 1

A/N: Hello! I am so sorry this took SO LONG to finish! I am starting school again tomorrow so I can’t guarantee when the next chapter will be out, I hope to have it out sooner than later. Thank you so much for your support and for reading! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! If you would like to be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Chapter Warnings: Depictions of graphic injury, spoilers for Castlevania Netflix Series (Season 1 for this chapter).

Summary: The prophecy proclaimed four people would be the end of Vlad Tepes's violent reign: a hunter, scholar, sleeping soldier, and a healer.

Tag list: @illiniana @alligatoronastick

You can also read this chapter here!

It was you who led the Speakers out of the catacombs, and back to the Gresit village. You hardly slept, the overwhelming feelings of guilt and worry hindered you from getting a full night's rest. You bid farewell to the Speakers when you knew they would be safe, and sprang into action helping the injured. 

The hardest part was always the mornings after attacks; seeing families torn apart, the looks of shock and horror amongst the villagers. You grimaced as you watched villagers dismember dead night creatures and throw their bodies in the sewers. You had finished bandaging a woman who lost her eye when Sypha and Trevor found you. 

“Y/n!”

“Sypha!” You quickly hugged her. “Where are the rest of the Speakers?”

“They left town.”

“I’m sorry Sypha, let’s hope you see them again soon.”

“See Belmont, Y/n is nice.”

“Oh whatever.”

“Are you all alright? Did you get hurt?”

“I am fine, and so is Trevor-”

“I think I can speak for myself,” Trevor grouched. 

“Oh hush, Belmont. You must come with us,” Sypha lowered her voice, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder and began leading you to a more secluded area. “We found him!”

“Who?”

“The sleeping soldier!”

“How?!”

“Oh you know, I had to pull out all the stops. Made the Belmont name proud by whooping ass.”

“Excuse me, I did most of the work,” Sypha snickered, before turning back to you.“I’ll tell you later, it’s kind of a weird story. For now, you must meet the sleeping soldier, he is quite the character.”

“Does he have a name?” 

“Does it matter?” Trevor scoffed. “You’ll only be bloody meeting him in a few minutes.”

“Actually, I think Belmont is hurt, he hurt his ego last night.” Sypha and you giggled. 

“Hey now, that was uncalled for,” Trevor huffed. You turned and only then noticed the bruise and cut on Belmont’s cheek. 

“Oh my god, Belmont, your face!” “I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to get too excited about it.”

“No, you have a cut on your cheek.”

“It’s not anything I’ll die from.”

“At least let me apply some salve to it.”

“All right fine, just get off my case.”

“I don’t remember there to be a wall missing,” You said when the house you and the Speakers stayed in came into view. 

“Oh, the church decided to do some renovations to the old place. I think they did a nice job.”

“I’m just glad the Speakers were able to stay safe.”

“See, Y/n is nice Belmont.”

“I am a nice person too, Sypha,” Trevor retorted.

“I don’t know about that, Belmont.”

“Listen, I saved the both of you yesterday.”

“Yes, how many times do you have to remind us?” Sypha asked as you came upon the loft’s opening. You were quick to notice the figure, a man,  in a black coat sitting half in the shade of the loft.

“We’re back,” Trevor proclaimed. “We brought the girl.”

“Good,” the man on the ground said as he turned. His golden eyes softened at the look of you. 

“Y/n is more than a girl you know,” Sypha started. 

“She is the healer, yeah yeah I know.” The trio all turned to you, you stared back in confusion.“Sypha, did you forget to tell her the rest of the prophecy?” Trevor pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“I didn’t forget, I just withheld parts of the story for her safety.”

“Like you did with me?”

“Now is not the time for arguing,” the man on the floor said. 

“Sypha-?” You began.

“Oh, how rude of me,” Sypha clapped her hands and took your hand. “Y/n this is-”

“Alucard. The pleasure is mine,” Alucard said, stepping closer to you, giving you a curt bow. 

“Y/n,” you said, giving him a curtsey. “The sleeping soldier, then?”

“In the flesh,” Alucard gave you a smile, only for it to fade when his eyes caught the crest embroidered on your satchel. Fluidly, Alucard grasped your wrist with a bruising force, pulling you closer to him. “Are you aware the satchel in your possession belonged to my mother?”

“Excuse me?”

“The symbol on your bag, it’s a family crest. My family's crest.” “It was my mentor’s,” you began. “She gave it to me before-”

"Lisa Tepes was your teacher?"

“Yes,” you answered, then it clicked. “You’re Adrian.”

“Alucard.”

“Your mother called you Adrian,” you quipped as you attempted to shrug off his grip on your wrist. He only held onto you tighter.

"Get a room for crying out loud," Belmont sighed as he searched for alcohol in the storage boxes. 

"Alucard let go of her," Sypha stepped in between you two, Alucard dropped your wrist from his grip. "She is our healer." 

"How can we be so sure?" Belmont sighed as he pulled out an empty wine bottle. 

"Are you drinking again?!" Sypha fumed. 

"I don't think so, Belmont," you said walking over to him. "Sit, let me apply this salve to your cut."

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Belmont groaned as he sat atop the box he was previously exploring.

"Quit acting like a baby.”

“It hurts.”

“You fight monsters for god's sake, I think you can handle some ointment.” 

“Damn,” you heard Alucard chuckle under his breath at your quip. “She can stay.”

“Can someone please explain what is going on?" You asked as you finished tending to Belmont. “What am I missing here?”

“How much of “The Sleeping Soldier” myth did Sypha tell you?” Alucard asked, stepping towards you. 

“Not much, just that there there was a saviour in the catacombs of the city who could save us from Vlad Dracula’s reign of terror.”

“So you don’t know the healer, scholar, and hunter?” Belmont sighed. 

“Excuse me?”

“I guess not,” Alucard scoffed. 

“Shut it, fangs,” Belmont muttered. 

“I can’t stand another moment in here.” You glared at the two men. 

“Ouch, that hurt, Y/n,” Belmont clutched his heart.

“If you need me, Sypha, I’ll be helping the injured. I’m not going to sit idle and listen to those two children make fools of themselves.” 

“Hey! I beg to-” Alucard began, only for you to roll your eyes and walk out of the decrepit building. You heard Sypha call after you as you left, but you continued walking further into the village. 

[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

In celebration of 666 followers… Castlevania Afterdark Presents… Featuring our 4th most requested character… The last son of the House of Belmont and himbo disaster himself…

Interview 2 of 5: Trevor Belmont

Imma preface this with the overwhelming winner here was for dogs, puppies, the canine variety (which I totally agree with btw). But there was one answer for a baby deer and I literally burst into tears from how fucking cute that is so uh...we’re rolling with it. Not even kidding, I actually did cry.

Also writing a full interview takes me a long, LONG, time so in the interest of answering the questions and getting these responses out I’m swapping up the format a bit. Thank you guys for understanding.

Mod Soviet: “Hello and welcome to the show where we interrogate your favorite Castlevania characters and lessen the blow by giving them animals to watch so they can’t maim us for asking said questions.”

Trevor: “You say that as if I would be stopped by-”

Soviet:  “Shhh, you’ll spook it.” 

Trevor: “Spook it?” Trevor’s eyes widen as Mod Soviet carefully brings over a young fawn, nestled in a medium dog bed. He starts to stammer a bit before adjusting in his seat to have the bundle sat in his lap, hands held up like their presence near the sleeping deer would wake it up. “I-what-” Mod Soviet puts a formula bottle in his open left hand before returning to her desk.

Soviet: “Aaaand onto the questions!”

Don't you think you drink too much?

Trevor: “I see you’re starting with the easy ones first.” He rolls his eyes slightly, carefully setting the bottle on the ground beside him for now. “To be honest...yes. I haven’t as much since traveling but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted from time to time. Thankfully Sypha is in charge of the money now.”

How would you react if you got turned into a vampire?

Trevor: “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

Soviet: “It’s a hypothetical, humor us.”

Trevor: “Fine, if it happened... I don’t know. Probably light on fire or be killed by one of my relatives rising from their graves to stop me from further ruining the family name.” The fawn stirs a little in the bed, making the hunter wince a little bit for his volume. Tentatively he reaches out two fingers to stroke down the bridge of its nose, trying to settle it back to sleep. “Though I might have a proper go at Alucard at least once, a real fight without the disadvantages.”

What's your favorite pet name to call your SO, or to be called by your SO? In and/or out of the bedroom?

Trevor: “I don't use them really,  I'm not...the best at words so their name is really enough.” 

Soviet: “What about names used on you?”

Trevor: He grimaces a bit. “I don't know, but I much prefer they don't use one in public. Hard to convince people to not fuck with you if you're being called ‘Sweetie’ or…”

Soviet: “Yeeees?”

Trevor: He grumbles a little, checking to see if the deer is still asleep. "Treffy".

How many rounds can you go in one night?

Trevor: “I can fight as many men or monsters you throw at me.” He looks confident until Mod Soviet rolls her eyes and gives a pointed stare. “Oh! Uh... multiple.”

Soviet: “So you’ve never kept score?”

Trevor: “Until they're satisfied,  that's the score.”

Ever had a sexual dream? If so, what was it about?

Trevor: “Course I have. Every boy does when growing up, sister's friends, pretty girls in the market…” 

Soviet: “What about recently?”

Trevor: He turns a bit red at the ears. “No.”

Soviet: “...bullshit.”

Trevor: “Ugh, fine.  There was one… (sigh) We fought a succubus. You get the idea.”

What's your favorite sound/music to have sex to? 

Trevor: “I prefer quiet. Quiet means there's no one around to interrupt, man or beast. And I can pay attention to their sounds instead.”

Soviet:  “What about a church hymnal?”

Trevor: He barks a laugh, only to immediately freeze up as the little bundle flinches awake. “Ahshitshitshit sorry.” He starts stroking down it’s back with one hand, holding the other out for it to sniff curiously before it starts trying to nibble at his fingers. “Alright, I would fuck once in a church just to really solidify my excommunication. Maybe in the belfry.”

How would you eat out your S/O?

Trevor: “How? I just… would?”

 Soviet: “Give us the detailed description you stubborn son of a...”

Trevor: “Look, it's not something I think about, alright? I just get down there and figure out what they like.” He winces a little as the fawn nips him a bit harder. Carefully he extracts his hand and reaches for the bottle he’d set down.  

Soviet: “No signature moves?”

Trevor: “Well… “ Trevor looks a bit smug,though he’s now watching the deer down the bottle much like he usually does his beer.

Soviet: “Go oooon.”

Trevor: “When I was a kid, my father did teach me to hold my breath for 5 minutes as part of my training. So that's been convenient from time to time.”

Soviet: “F...fascinating.”

Are you a dom or a sub?

Trevor: “Dom.” 

Soviet: “…”

Trevor: “What?”

Soviet: “Really?”

Trevor: “Look, I want them to enjoy it, I'll make it work, but I wouldn't call myself submissive.” 

Soviet: “Ah, a brat then.”

Trevor: He scoffs. “I'm sorry?” 

Soviet: “Nothing, nothing…”

Do you use your whip for kinky stuff ?

Trevor: “Of course not. I keep my weapons clean but I'm not using something I killed monsters with on my partner. That's disgusting.” 

Soviet: “What about one you didn't kill monsters with?”

Trevor: “I… might consider it. If they were interested.”

How would you react to your S/O binding your hands to the bed and teasing you?

Trevor: He smirks a bit, carefully prying the now empty bottle from the fawn’s mouth. “That's fine. If they can get me pinned down first. I wouldn't go easy on them though.”

Soviet: “Let's say they succeed.”

Trevor: “Then they deflower me in the most ravenous way possible I suppose, it's really up to them. But I would prefer we be somewhere safe if it would happen at all.” He carefully strokes the deer’s back, urging it to settle back down in the little bed. It seems much more interested in trying to lick his fingertips in hopes of more food.

Are you in a "Ménage à trois" with Sypha and Alucard?

Trevor: “A… next question.”

Soviet: “Not how this works.”

Trevor: “Look I don't know what you would call it. We're together, until the toothy bastard outlives us by a large margin. We try not to bring it up but he thinks about it. You can tell because he gets all sulky. Sypha is better at bringing him out of it than I am…”

Soviet: [looks up to pry further, but the stern set of his lips state that the line of questioning is *over*]

Were you aroused while you were fighting Alucard half naked?

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [Eyebrows raise]

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [‘Press X to doubt’ expression]

Trevor: “It was the heat of battle, I thought I was about to kill who I thought was Dracula, any reaction was… unintentional.”

So... is the rumor that you deflowered Adrian Tepes true?

Trevor: His previous defensiveness is broken apart with a barking laugh. “That's… He'd have a go at me if I talked about it.” 

Soviet: “Sooooooo…?

Trevor: “Yes, it is. With help. Sypha is the more inventive one, I was content to be along for the ride.”

Soviet: “Sounds like Adrian was the one riding.”

Trevor: He smirks, running his index finger carefully along the edge of the fawn’s ear, waiting till it flicks to swat him away before looking up. “No comment.”

Will you let Alucard suck your blood if he sucks your dick first?

Trevor: “I've let him drink my blood when he's needed it without that. Seems a bit cruel to make a man get on his knees just to have his dinner.” 

Soviet: “But if he was offering?”

Trevor: “I… wouldn't say no but I would make sure he hadn't lost his mind.”

Soviet: “Well, I’m afraid that’s all the questions we have for now-”

Trevor: “Thank fuck for that.”

Soviet: “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you if we find more.”

Trevor: He groans and carefully moves to stand, cradling the fawn in her bed in the crook of his left arm. “Of course, it isn’t like I have anything better to do. Monsters to kill, little villages to save…” 

Soviet: “We have a room of puppies next door.”

Trevor: There’s a sharp inhale of breath between his teeth, as he quickly surveys the room to find the door to said treasure trove. “Fine. Next time then.”

[sallowhillshq]

EVENT 002: my bloody valentine CLUE DROP 003: suspect information

official suspect list:  abby anderson, adrian tepes,  armitage hux, baz grimm-pitch, link faron, michael langdon, sam giddings, victor zsasz

trigger warning for this clue drop: various criminal activities mentioned, such as murder. 

This wasn’t the worst this day could go. There could be multiple bodies across multiple streets, or all of Market Street could be blown to bits of cobblestone and wiring. They had been lucky, incredibly lucky, to only end up with one tiny, fairly contained disaster. Yet Armes was doubting how long they could continue to contain this disaster, with the clamoring of upset townsfolk directly outside her office window. 

Soon, this would no longer be her problem. Soon, this would entirely become  Ms. Kane and Ms. Brown’s problem. Armes would let them do the job they were created for as she dealt with the more clandestine issues of the town that required her direct supervision. 

Speaking of Ms. Kane and Ms. Brown,  the two sat in her office now.   They were professional,  clearly.   If they thought they could hide their training,  they were clearly mistaken.  Which is why they would be perfect for taking over the disaster.

“I’ve created a starting point of sorts, for our suspects,” Armes passed two identical lists to her newly crowned investigators. “Those I didn’t see at the dance who have violent proclivities in their pasts.”

“Arthur didn’t do it. He wouldn’t- get off me, Kate-” The blonde one, Ms. Brown, shrugged off Ms. Kane’s hand that had been placed lightly on her shoulder. “I get he had to do some bad shit in his past. Trust me, I get it. But he was a king in a time people were killing each other left and right for fun. He’s not like that anymore.”

“He was what?”  Ms. Kane interrupted her younger companion.

“A king, Kate. I thought I told you?”

“This is the first time I’m hearing about this,  but we can talk about it later.”

It seems, Ms. Brown is in trouble with her elder. 

“And anyways,” Ms. Brown’s face turned smug in a way Armes had only seen cats look before. “Arthur was passed out on our couch this morning with Merlin on top of him. I bet they haven’t moved, if you want to go check.”

“Ah, no. I’ll take your word for it. Arthur Pendragon is no longer a suspect,” Armes slashed through his name with red ink. “Abby Anderson, then?”

“I ran into her in the park recently.  If she did this,  it wasn’t her intent but rather her instinct protecting her.  I say we check,  but if it was her - we proceed gently,” Ms. Kane said.   An intelligent response.   They’ll be good for the investigation.  

“Seconded! And same with Sam Giddings. She’s kinda rough around the edges but I know her friend and it wouldn’t be because of any maliciousness,” Ms. Brown practically shrieked. 

Armes was starting to wish this list was far smaller, just so Ms. Brown could leave her office sooner. She was too old to be dealing with overgrown teenagers like this. 

“For our local vampires, every single one is a suspect. We haven’t had the best of luck with them, I’m sure you both remember how Halloween turned out,” Armes fixed them both with a look that had sent her best researchers running for the hills. Best to strike the fear of the gods into them, especially the young one. 

“It’s hard to forget,” Ms. Kane muttered under her breath.

“Baz Grimm-Pitch and Adrian Tepes are the two vampires we should look out for, they both have people in town willing to lie for them,” Armes continued. 

Ms. Brown, as always, decided to chime in at an inopportune moment. “Isn’t Adrian Tepes the weird guy who lives in a creepy log cabin out in the woods?” 

“No, Mr. Tepes lives in a castle out in the woods,” Armes said. “Link Faron is the one in the log cabin, who is also on our list. He has a violent history, starting at as young as ten years of age. Slaughter, trauma-”

“I don’t think we need his entire resume, Ms. Sallow,”  Ms. Kane interjected.   I suppose I’ll forgive it this once.

Ms. Brown made a small “oh” sound, suddenly very interested in the sheet of paper in her hands. Good. Perhaps now the blonde would allow them all to carry on with the investigation uninterrupted.”

“Armitage Hux.  Sounds like a rogue name, but who is he?”  Ms. Kane,  good with moving the conversation along clearly.

“A trouble-maker,” Armes had no patience for those of Mr. Hux’s background. She’d seen the effect his kind had on the world and was not keen to see one of them wreck havoc on her town. 

“He works for the Research Center, correct?” Ms. Kane asked,  though it seemed like she already knew the answer to that and was satisfied with it.

“Yes. One of the few there I could never get a handle on.” 

Armes let her eyes trail down the list again. If it were up to her, none of them would even be in Sallow Hills. They were all trouble-makers, even the two in front of her. Pulled from their different worlds to be a direct cause of Armes’ migraines. She had her own issues to deal with, with the original townspeople. Until her researchers discovered the secret to the barrier, Armes was slated to deal with all of the newcomers and all the disasters they brought with them. 

“And Damien Thorn? Why is he clumped together with Michael Langdon and Lucifer Morningstar?” Ms. Brown asked, voice finally at a reasonable volume. 

“Lucifer, while an annoyance, I doubt would pull something like this.  He’s smarter than leaving a dead body where anyone could see,” Ms. Kane said.

“While Mr. Morningstar is a hindrance at his worst, we can’t deny the… demonic parentage of the former two. And how that parentage may be Mr. Morningstar,” Armes coughed. She never did like talking about their kind either. 

“You’re kidding right? The actual Antichrist exists and there might just be two of them walking around?! Was anyone going to say anything about that?” And there it was, Ms. Brown back to her usual, screeching volume. “And you think Damien Thorn, the same Damien Thorn who was cleaning up broken beer bottles in the Community Center, is one of them? I don’t think he would even kill a fly with his own life on the line.”

“We can take Mr. Thorn off if it upsets you so dearly. Mr. Morningstar too, however I fear he may take that as an insult.” Pick your battles, Armes. 

“Well I agree with the Langdon kid.  He looks like the cult type.”  The way it was bit out by Ms. Kane,  Armes suspected there was some … resentment between the vigilante and cults.  Ms. Brown nodded along,  clearly also having some experience with cult things.

“If he didn’t want us to think he was a cult leader, he wouldn’t look so much like a cult leader.” Such a bitter statement, for one as young as Ms. Brown. “And with how specific some of the vic’s wounds are, it could be an initiation killing.” 

Oh joy, a cult. This would have never happened had all the newcomers not been here.  Cults! In her town!

“Speaking of cults,” Ms. Brown piped up again. “The Winchester guy, doesn’t he feel a little ex-culty to you? Very secretive, ‘we protect our own’, and the sheer amount of supposedly hidden weapons I’ve seen them carry. I don’t know, they seem like cult members.”

“I’ve seen him, Sam?, at the library.  He seems focused on that - and on the head librarian Will.   Troubled past, maybe, but not the ‘murder right now’ type,” Ms. Kane added in.  “But didn’t he hang around at Zsasz’s shop?”

“He did, which doesn’t help him in the slightest. Victor Zsasz was actually one of the first I put on that list, along with Michael Myers. Along with Oswald Cobblepot, all of them are-”

“It’s not Oswald!” And now Ms. Brown was standing, hands slammed down on Armes’ desk. There was a hostility to her, one that Armes found she did not like one bit. “He doesn’t even remember Gotham, there’s no way he could still remember how to be a professional killer. I can’t believe you would try and bring up a past he doesn’t even know about against him!”

Was this depth coming from Ms. Brown? The blonde was holding back tears, face contorted into something twisted and tense. It was clear she had a history with Mr. Cobblepot, a familial bond even. Armes had struck a nerve that ran deep. She was about to speak, but decided that a thinly veiled, scathing remark was not the proper response. 

“We’re taking the Bird off the list.  Michael - he’s done nothing more than creep some people out around town.  And you have here that the fingerprints were cut off.  Do you think he knew how to do that?”  Ms. Kane stopped the younger one from going off again,  which was a blessing really.

“Take Oswald off. Or Kate and I leave. Have fun figuring out how to deal with a potential serial killer on your own,” Ms. Brown said through gritted teeth. 

Armes gave a sigh that spoke of her long, long years of life. Hand reaching to scratch out two more names in brilliant red ink, she couldn’t believe she was bending before someone who was only a few years out of childhood. 

“Mr. Cobblepot and Mr. Myers are off. Are we done here, or is there going to be another tantrum over a criminal?” 

Ms. Kane stood at that,  tucking her list into a case she had brought with her.  “I think we’re done, Ms. Sallow.  And I’d prefer if you not insult either of us if you want us to help you.  Steph, ready?”

Armes watched as Ms. Brown gathered up the crime scene photographs and suspect lists into a folder, eyes hard. Daring Armes to pick a fight. What a child. Armes waved the two off, watching as the younger closed her office door with a slam that rattled the hinges. If those two were ever in her office again, it would be too soon. 

Her hands reorganized the mess littering her desk, reaching out for the latest report on the barrier. Finally, she could focus on the issues plaguing the real townspeople.

[omegarosemain]

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warnings:

Categories: M/F, M/M, M/M/F

Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon)

Relationships: Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades/Adrian Tepes

Characters: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Belmont Family, Dracula Vlad Tepes, Lisa Tepes

Additional Tags: Time Travel, idk why i had to, (i do know why it’s cuz i wanted interactions with their families without them being dead), past trauma, reliving trauma in a way, it’s a slowburn maybe?, but i’m bad at delaying gratification so, the ot3 is a preestablish relationship, the first chapter just doesn’t start with them, okay?, no beta we die like women, hurt/comfort, fluff, play fighting, trevor’s sisters!, they’re powerful ladies

Language: English

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Chapter 1: Torturing Our Boi, Naturally

Trevor woke up in a soft bed.

He was relaxed in a way that had his body struggling to react to his initial panic at waking up somewhere that he hadn’t fallen asleep--that place, of course, being Adrian’s creepy dungeon. The sensation was odd enough to have him on alert. 

There were embers glowing in the hearth, and a series of faint creaks like someone was trying to maneuver quietly a few rooms away, and a large window to his left. It was pre-dawn, by the look of the sky, and he was likely on the second floor.

Maybe that wave of magic had knocked him out, and Sypha and Adrian carried him up to bed...but why not their bedroom? In fact, this didn’t look like any bedroom in the castle, even if it was strangely familiar. And why weren’t they there with him, at least one of them, instead of lurking a few rooms away?

Uneasy, he reached for any of the weapons he kept on him. There were none on his person, which would be understandable if Sypha or Adrian had put him to bed, but the weapons also weren’t at the bedside table. Both of them knew him to be paranoid without his weapons near.

Also, he was wearing a nightgown like one he hadn’t in years. Even since being a permanent residence of the castle and not being forced to sleep in his only set of clothes, Trevor would rather sleep naked or with only undergarments.

In his search for his weapons, all he came across was a small dagger beneath his pillow.

It was his dagger, most certainly. Itfit his hand perfectly and had the crest of the Belmont family on its hilt. It was the dagger he was first trained to defend himself with. A Beolmont’s first weapon had always been presented like any normal child might receive a doll, with as much ceremony as their first steps. 

It had also been lost to the fire that took his home and family twelve years prior.

He suddenly recognized the room he was in. It had been his since he was eight, and had moved out of the “nursery” that he and his twin sister had shared since they were infants. Catherine had redecorated the room and it had become hers, and he was left in the smallest room at the farthest end of the hall.

Trevor took a sharp breath. 

Released it.

Took another breath.

What the fuck was going on?

Sypha had warned that the magic of the hidden dungeon had been old and deep, and Adrian had admitted that his father had taken possession of the castle almost five hundred years ago and still hadn’t know all its secrets. Was the magic there primed to...what? Look into his memories and recreate the worst moment(s) of his life?

If that was the case, though, Trevor should be outside and it should be closer to midnight than morning, and it should be snowing. He also shouldn’t have the free will to break the movements he had made before.

So what was this? An elaborate mind trick? Some sort of...interactive vision of a past he tried desperately to forget?

((Or maybe, a small part of him thought, I really am back in the days before that fire. The normal aches from his accumulated injuries and old scars were suspiciously absent, and his old dagger was much too small to fit so well in his should-be-grown-up hands.))

Trevor slipped from the bed, bare feet making contact with the wooden floor. He shivered slightly, involuntarily.

He dressed quickly in clothes he knew were meant for the daily life of a Belmont--for the training, and movement, and practicality their every day demanded--rather than some of the more aristocratic pieces. His muscle memory directed him to the water asin heating by the hearth to wash his face, and some combination of memory and a long-forgotten habit had him smoothing down the bedding. He slipped on his house-shoes and tucked his dagger into his sleeve before leaving the room.

The hall was achingly familiar, lined with doors that lead to his sisters’ rooms. There were a few portraits on the wall of long-dead ancestors, and a few paintings he knew Gabrielle made in her free time. Used to make. Still might make.

This was the family wing of the house. Like no time had passed at all, not years of drinking himself into oblivion or sleeping out in the cold or repressing all memories of home, he knew where everything was.

Louise was at the mouth of the hall, then Gabrielle, then Colette. Rounding around was Trevor’s, then Annette and Eleanore’s, then Catherine’s across from Louise. Trevor’s parents were on the landing. They would be the first line of defense if they had an intruder, Trevor realized now, as well as providing a barrier for children attempting to sneak out.

He skipped the squeaky floorboard and the creaky fourth step that lead to the main part of the house.

“Annette, is that you?”

Trevor froze halfway down the steps, fighting the urge to pull his dagger on his own mother. Or the memory of her, or whatever it was that was happening to him.

“Trevor? What are you doing creeping about so early?”

He turned to see Helaine Belmont standing at the top of the stairs like a spectre of the past, her dark hair braided over one shoulder and still dressed in only a nightdress. She smiled softly at him, a little confused by her youngest. Trevor had been the type to have to be forcibly roused as a child, he recalled now. Usually Louise had been the one to pull him out of bed as just routinely as a daily chore.

Something horrible and bitter clawed its way up his throat.

“What day is it?” he asked, forcing the words to come.

“Wednesday, dear,” answered his mother, confusion giving way to concern. “Why?”

You all burn on a Wednesday night.

I am an orphan on Thursday.

The church wants us all dead.

“What’s wrong Trevor?”

Why couldn’t he just say it? Was this the magic of the dungeon room, forcing a re-living where you feel like you could change things, but always lacked the ability to do so?

His mother was descending toward him, reaching out and despite himself he fell into her embrace. With the stairs and his twelve-year-old height, he was able to bury his face against her chest.

She spoke to him, carding her fingers through his hair. She said assurances, instructed him to breathe, told him everything was alright.

“You’re not real,” he choked out, even as he held onto her.

“Of course I’m real.” Her voice was calm, and strong. “Just remember our check.”

“Your-your favorite-room-” he tried. “Your favorite room is the-the green room.”

“And your favorite weapon is the war hammer,” she answered evenly. And it had been, back when he was twelve and just being allowed to start specialized weapon training. If it was the day he feared it was, he should have been given his first lesson with the whip only a few weeks earlier.

Slowly his breathing slowed so that he wasn’t gasping for air like a drowned man. His mother’s arms remained around him. When was the last time he had been allowed jsut to exist like this? Drawing comfort without feeling as though he had to give some back?

There was movement at the landing that caused him to jump.

It was Annette, looking just as she had before she died. Sixteen or so, always an early riser. She had their father’s curls and the green eyes of their mother, her hair pulled back and her silver staff in hand. Going for an early-morning warmup.

“Morning, Mama. Trevor.” Her eyes lingered over Trevor, undoubtedly trying to suss out what was going on as she squeezed past them to get past.

Their mother responded in kind, her lack of explanation enough to spur Annette on her way.

Once she had disappeared to the back garden, their mother gently asked, “What was all that about, dear?”

Trevor found himself searching for what to say. Could he tell her? What would it accomplish, if he was nothing but a child?

“I-I...I think I might have…”

She remained silent, waiting.

“I-it was a nightmare, I think. So vivid it could have been real.”

“A memory?”

“A vision, maybe. I don’t know.”

Visions were not unheard of within their family, but they were rare and only came at the most dire of times.

She just hummed. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Trevor watched in a daze as his mother, still in her nightgown, shooed the cook away and began to prepare breakfast. The mug of tea she made for him sat before him, leeching warmth into his hands. He couldn’t bring himself to drink it.

One after another his sisters spilled in.

First was Colette yawning, then Gabrielle with too much energy for someone freshly awake, then Annette done with training. Eleanor stumbled in with horrendous bedhead, Catherine right behind, trailed by Louise.

As soon as the last three entered, Catherine squeezed into Trevor’s chair beside him. If he hadn’t felt so far away he was certain he would cry at the press of his twin sister’s body against his side, one he had thought he’d forgotten until he’d abruptly remembered.

Catherine and him had shared a room long past they had to, and they did every lesson together. She used to be the person he told everything to, even the stupid crush he’d had on the gardener’s son.

“Didn’t have to drag you from bed today,” Louise teased, ruffling his hair as she passed.

He didn’t move, couldn’t answer. Their mother had to excuse him, telling them that he’d had a rather frightening nightmare. Catherine pushed herself, if possible, closer.

“Sticky rolls?” Pavel Belmont asked as he entered the now full kitchen. “What’s the occasion?”

Trevor seemed to wake up at the voice of his father. The scent of cinnamon and baking pastry was in the air. The cup between his hands was no warmer than the rest of the room. Catherine lined up against him knee to hip to elbow to shoulder. His mother still in her night clothes while everyone else was dressed. The dagger up his sleeve and his feet that didn’t quite touch the ground. His entire family that had been dead for over a decade standing all around him.

He folded in on himself, a sob falling from his lips unbidden. Catherine startled away to be swiftly replaced by their father.

“What’s wrong-”

“Trevor-”

“Is he-”

His sisters seemed to be trying to say something at once, as Trevor gasped around his sobbing as it all seemed to break at once.

Their mother sternly hushed them and for a few moments all was silent aside from Trevor’s hitched breathes.

She was on Trevor’s other side, then, brushing his hair aside and wiping away the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Now, then, I think you should tell us about that maybe-vision of yours, yeah?”

Trevor leaned into his father, feeling as his arms tightened just so around him at the prospect of a vision.

“The-the church. They’re gonna come tonight, with a mob. They’re gonna-gonna burn the house down, with-burn it with everyone inside.”

There was a gasp from someone, but Trevor was only picking up steam. It didn’t matter if this was only an illusion, it felt real--so real that he would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t try to save them.

“They’ll come after dark, in the snow. I-I snuck out, to see the first snowfall. I do it sometimes. I had to watch and listen--I couldn’t move I was frozen--and the fire burned for hours. I heard your screaming but they threw something on the fire--they barred the first floor windows and doors and stabbed Eleanore when she tried to jump from the second story--It wasn’t until the next morning when there was nothing left but ash that they pulled out the bodies. And I-I was left all alone in the woods and I knew everyone was dead. I stayed there for days, hoping someone else had gotten out but-”

“Shh, Trevor, it’s alright,” his mother soothed, something frayed in her voice. “Take a deep breathe, dear.”

“We have to leave,” he said frantically, clinging to her wrist. “Before they come, we have to go before they-”

“We will.”

And just like that he slumped like a puppet without its strings.

Many things could still go wrong, of course. The mob would realize quickly that there were no screams coming from the house, or anyone trying to leap from the windows. They could track them, like they tried to track Trevor when they finally realized they were missing one of the children through the mess that was his family home and the bodies which also belonged to the servants. It would be easier to follow all of them immediately rather than him, alone, days later, even if he had been hungry and traumatized.

Hearing that they were aware, though, knowing that things would be different, made all the possibilities bearable.

His mother stood and Trevor saw the frightened faces of his sisters. Even Louise, the eldest, the one who never seemed to be thrown off by the world around her, was shaken.

“Breakfast time, I think,” their mother said with a small clap of her hands. “We have a busy day ahead of us.” 

Their father followed her instructions of securing everyone a fresh sticky roll, tense but not afraid like his children.

“Mother-” Colette began, holding tight to her fork.

“Don’t worry, there is a plan in place for evacuation. There are, of course, our safe houses across the continent, and other places for us to go. Eat. We will be alright now that we have the warning.”

Trevor was too stressed to care much about the strained silence, but he did miss Catherine taking up half his chair.

[khalix-hyetology]

How Alucard is a great character and teaches us how to make great characters

I think Castlevania did something we can all learn from. That is how to make a good character. Now, the age old rule on the internet is that don’t make a gary stu/maruy su. This is a character with no flaws and neither do they seem to be real. But then we had people link another crucial thing. In Fanfiction, many cis/trans people (especially girls), NB or genderqueer people chose to write characters that were able to be wish fulfilment. This is important as well because usually cis and trans girls/women are told they are not good enough by society so when they write they are able to be perfect in a way. We cannot shame them as then we must shame all the popular superheroes. Can we say Batman and Superman are not wish fulfilment? They most certainly are. However, can you have a character who is skilled, talented, intelligent, knowlegdeable, wise and also drop dead gorgeous, and still have flaws. Well. The answer is. Yes. Alucard or Adrien Tepes, son of Dracula, has taken the role of being a character who takes the gary stu/mary su persona and make it workable. Here’s how .

Despite, Alucard’s great strength he is defeated by his father. Now, here is the thing. In many ways, Adrien is better than his father. He has his mother’s beauty and he is also has charisma and charm. Which, ironically, Vlad Dracula Tepes does not possess. In many ways, Adrian is an antithesis to Dracula. Look at how feral and cunning Dracula looks and how poised and resereved Adrian looks. Dracula is more unrefined and “animalistic” in nature. But, Adrian is very poised. Adrian is less emotional than Dracula. So, he has what Dracula lacks. Dracula gets enraged, emotional and out of control. Adrian, like his mother, doesn’t. He maintains equilibrium and a clear head. He is methodical, unbiased, logical and pretty much beautifully erudite about situations, both social and culture. He understands academia.

However, Sypha pointed out how those qualities can also be very unnerving. When Adrian is badmouthing Trevor Belmont he inadvertently shows how being a mary su/gary stu can actually be a very bad thing. Sypha comments that he has reigned in his natural responses and he takes condescension, sarcasm and overall clever barbs as a way to repsond to anger, sadness and depression. That is his shortcoming and overall flaw. His perfecton becomes the axe that hurts him and his companions. And, even though in knowledge he is Sypha’s equivalent and seems almost flirty with her, the reason Sypha is more drawn to Trevor is because Trevor shows most of his bad qualites. Most of his vulnerabilities, which Adrian has a hard time doing.

Being intellectually sound and also emotionally restrained may not always be the best thing when one wants a more nuanced, personal and truthful responses to situations.

Adrian is also pretty refective but as is shown he does not know how to share his refections or even translate them with warmth. Like Sypha and Trevor, he too wishes to uphold his family’s legacy and in that stead they are all less selfish than Dracula. But f Dracula needs to learn restraint then all of them need to learn freedom. Sypha and Trevor learn to be open. Adrian cannot still do that; being open is somethin he has trouble with. He just lacks the ease to do so but he does try at times with Sypha. As Sypha comments he has some aspects of a teen within him too and that is not incorrect. Trevor and Adrian both lost their family stability thus had to be alone and being too isolated hurts social communication.

The show displays that being very knowledgable and logical may not always work because in the end communities and even loves are replenished by good communication and mutual vulnerability. Dracula loves Lisa because she did not worship him or treat him with disdain. But she treated him as a mortal. As a person. And, that is something that Dracula clearly loved about her.

Alucard also does not wish to be treated as some famed legend. So, when Trevor and Sypha critique him he accepts it though he does not know what else he can do about it.

It takes a long time for Adrian to cry. This in itself is a flaw. He has to be completely alone for him to do so. The fact he could not be vulnerable shows he still needs time to heal and he needs time to undertand himself better. Perhaps, he was mean to Trevor because he was jealous of him. Trevor was very unreserved and even though he lost everything could not be poised.

This ultimately shows how Alucard/Adrian Tepes completey upturns the mary su/gary stu concept, while still using it. Of course, Adrian is strong, talented and vert powerful but he lacks everyday skills that people use not in a way a basic mary su/gary stu gets away with it. He doesn’t. He has to take the pain of not knowing. Also, these lackings hurt him in the end as well.

So, you see how even a perfect character can become imperfect because the way the narrative and realism go the character may fail in some glaring ways that other less capable may succeed. In this way, Adrian was a very well written character who showed any character can be made to work seeing how their environment works, how their story moves foward and how they interact with others.

[universal-kitty]

.: Story Collection :.

   All of my fanfics for my F/Os! Cause I wanna move these over to Ao3 sometime soon, so. First thing to do... Is get them all in order, yeah? :’> So! My time to shine!!!

   Literally every story I’ve ever posted on this blog under the cut. (And a few saved spots for future stories I wanna write being noted with a saved space. Yeehaw.)

OTP; Purrfect Anarchy [Wrench / Reggie]

Kool Kat Meets DedSec

Throw a Fork At It

Naptime with A Crush

First Dance to Something Unfitting

First Mission, First Fight

First Time to See Your Face

Attempted Food Theft

Clouds and the Thoughts They Bring

Too Much of a Good Pizza

Protecting the Kat

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Why Not Get Married?

A Love Like Home

Kicking Back to Relax

Wedding Plans and Such Things

Memories of A Loved One

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Comforting a Kitty Kat

The Art of Poking (for Attention)

Kisses and Chip-Theft

Birthday Surprise

Home Sweet Home

The Kitten of His Eye

Five Years...and Surprises

Destruction of The Wrench [AU]

OTP; NekoHawks [Keigo “Hawks” Takami]

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Stargazing with His Crush

Struggles of a Lucky Cat

Beach Days at a Beach House

Summer Days

OTP; Seek Her to Keep Her [G’raha Tia]

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Comfort Your Healer

Lunch with the Exarch

Truth Revealed

Moving Ever Forward

Home Sweet Home [OT3]

OTP; Demons and Destinies [Dante]

Demigods and Half Demons

Weak Spots to Exploit

What Crush?

OTP; Garden of Love [Kurama]

First Date of Young Lovers

OTP; Of Smoke and Feathers [Delsin Rowe]

Feathered Assistance

Delsin Finally Asks Out His Fucking Crush

Zoo Illogical

OTP; Love Will Never Leave Us [Adrian Tepes]

Meeting the Dhamphir

Sharing a Coat in the Wintertime

OTP; To Love the Undead [Hector]

A Sudden Confession

OTP; Science and Violence [Handsome Jack]

Encounters of the Handsome Kind [First Meeting]

No More Ghosting

OTP; Our Love is Law [Phoenix Wright]

The Night Before the Chaos

We Make the End Our Beginning

OTP; Everything’s Alright [Sal Fisher]

Totally NOT Jealous

Cuddles and Cuties

Closed Eyes and Tender Kisses

Out with the Old

OTP; Ruination Craves Company [Ardyn Izunia]

The Disappearance of Rachael

OTP; The Prince and The Destined [Sidon]

Stay the Night in the Domain

OTP; Death and Domination [Tord]

Comfort from the Leader

OTP; Ninja Pop Kisses [Akali]

Blow Up the Damn Business

Matching Outfits

OTP; Hearts Aflame [Axel]

A Day Like That One

[Chocobros]

Iggy’s Got a New Recipe

Learning to Set a Rod

The Gift of Reading

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Waking to the Shield

[Damara Megido]

The Ghost That I Love [AU]

OTP; A Cup of You [Godot]

Comforts and Coffee

OTP; Moon Bosses [Guzma]

Po Town's Movie Time

OT3; Freedom Under Moonlight [Mollymauk Tealeaf + Stellar]

Get Some Rest, Darling

A Conversation About the Afterlife [w/ Stellar]

Home [w/ Stellar]

OTP; Harmonious Understanding [Natural Harmonia]

You Make Me Happy

A Natural Proposal

Blessed Be the King

[Shiro - Takeshi Shirogane]

An Assuring Kiss

[Sugar + Zacharie]

Polyamorous Soulmates

[Toshinori Yagi]

A Night In

Your Hand in Mine

[Wilson Higgsbury]

Entering the Otherworld

[Ichimatsu]

Kitty Love

[Kylo Ren]

When You’re Not Looking [snippet]

OTP; May the Stars Forgive Us [Sephiroth]

Hand Comparisons [snippet]

OTP; Hollow No More [Cloud Strife]

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Knowing You Properly

OTP; My Missing Piece [Link]

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Hearing the Past

OTP; Purrfectly Venomous [Professor Venomous] (may also feature the ot3 pairing: OT3; The Rulers of Boxmore)

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At Risk [snippet]

[Agata]

Admiring You [snippet]

[Valmir Djt-Setlas]

Confusing Feelings [snippet]

[Sunny Day Jack / Joseph Haberdae]

Idiots in Love

First Meeting: Sunny Day Jack + Finding CloudyTown

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Crushes

Davesprite

Pining Over Feathers

Blue Oak

Coffee By the Ocean

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Platonic

[Edd & Matt]

Sometimes You Just Gotta Scream

[Batter]

Baking the Stresses Away

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~ Drabbles ~

Within the Dreams of the Astral Sea [FFXIV]

Don’t Hate You, It’s... [Genshin Impact]

First Meeting: Rhys Strongfork [WIP]