#not too much different from alucard

[moliathh]

[dark-konohagakure2]

Alucard nonconing Integra’s little sister because he simply doesn’t respect her as he does with his master, mainly cause shes shy and timid unlike her big sister?? 🥺🙏

tw: noncon, bullying, age difference, size difference, threats, abuse, gunplay, sadism, fear play, fuck or die, object insertion (gun)

All characters depicted are 18+

Alucard has nothing but respect for his master, obeying her every command and carrying out her orders to the letter, but this courtesy does not extend toward's Integra's family, or more specifically; her younger sister. Alucard doesn't hate the girl, as evidenced by the fact that her brains aren't painting the walls yet, but he sure as hell doesn't respect her in the slightest either, and that's putting it lightly.

He's practically just a bully around her, popping out from around corners or out from walls when she least expects it, intentionally scaring her, he finds it hilarious how easily frightened she is, laughing his ass off whenever she flinches or jumps at his sudden appearance, but his teasing doesn't stay harmless for very long.

Alucard's antics will quickly escalate from schoolyard bullying to outright harassment and abuse. He'll fire his gun mere inches away from her head, just barely missing her, and he'll also get much more handsy with her, groping her tits and hips and slapping her ass whenever she walks by.

That's not even the worst of it, Alucard knows how scared and uncomfortable his guns make her, and he uses that to his full advantage, rubbing his Jackal across her body, brushing the cold metal against her most sensitive areas before forcing the barrel past her quivering lips and demanding that she gets it nice and wet for her own sake.

"Oh stop crying, little bitch. My master isn't scared of guns, so why should you be? Now if you don't start sucking already I'll blow your empty little head off."

If he is feeling especially sadistic, which will be more often than not, Alucard will when even force his gun into her pussy, with nothing but her saliva to lube up the cold steel. He'll keep his finger right on the trigger, but never actually pulling it. The chamber is completely empty and the safety is on of course, can't have his chew toy dying too quickly now, but she doesn't know that.

Everyone in the Hellsing Organization will turn a blind eye to what Alucard is doing to her. Walter is content to let his old friend do whatever he wants, and Seras is too loyal to her master to say anything against him. Even Integra, her own elder sister, won't do anything about it, the very most she'll do is tell Alucard not to kill her or break any bones.

The absolute worse thing Alucard will do is forcing himself onto her, making her take his entire huge cock into her small virgin pussy. Alucard is much bigger and more well endowed than the average man, even by vampire standards, so it's going to hurt like hell when he forces every single torturous inch into her untouched pussy, it's enough to make her bleed, which just spurs the vampire on all the more.

He's big and rough, treating her like a sex toy and having no regard for any pain he might be causing her during the brutal fucking. Alucard is so much bigger than her that he'll have to lift her up to even get her shorter form onto his cock, her feet off the ground as he fucks into her, hissing venomous insults into her ear as he rearranges her cunt.

"Hah! Pathetic! Even Police Girl can take more than this without passing out! You really sicken me brat, you're not worthy of sharing the same blood as my master..."

Being a creative sadist, Alucard will almost never run out or ways to play with his toy, having literal centuries of experience to pull from. In fact, if she proves to be entertaining enough for the ever bored Alucard, he might even consider making her his eternal plaything.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

you know how you did bg3 types of yanderes, could you do that for castlevania? Like the trio and isaac, hector, dracula/lisa, carmilla, st. germain??

A/N: For reference, here is the one I did for BG3 villains, and here is the one I did for the BG3 Main Companions. Also, this is unedited as hell so if you see grammar mistakes, no you didn't. 

Castlevania Characters as Yandere! Types: 

Yandere! Trevor: 

Defensive. Calucative. Hardened. Trevor’s seen far worse than you, from humans and monsters alike. He knows the terror and the cruelty that lurks out there. He wants to shield you from it all, for as long as possible. He has this overwhelming need to prevent what happened to his family from happening to you. Even then, he knows your innocence won’t last; it couldn’t possibly. So long as you’re tied to him, you will know hardship. So as much as he babies you, and refuses to grant you complete independence, he is also distant, and frequently unaffectionate. In his line of work, people don’t die of old age; neither of you will be in the other’s life forever. Just let him love you the way he needs, when he asks for it, please. Everything else is so difficult in his life, you don’t want to add to that. Make yourself into the one piece of his life that is easy. And enjoy the easy while it lasts. 

Yandere! Sypha: 

Confident. Feisty. Unyielding. Sypha is always sure of herself. Everything she does, she does with 100% effort and full intent- your relationship is no different. From the moment she sees you, she’s sure she likes you, and she’s certain you like her. Any behavior that suggests otherwise on your part must simply be beginning relationship nerves. After all, she is a scholar and a Speak Magician. Her infectious optimism seeps out of her every pore. Her love for you knows no bounds, and she will not hesitate to throw herself into danger to prove it. I mean, she can conjure fire and ice instantaneously in her own two hands! Who wouldn’t want to be her partner?  Only some sort of complete and total asshole would try and turn her down, or worse, fight against her. She fights for what is right, and what is just. You wouldn’t fight against what’s just, would you? 

Yandere! Alucard: 

Intellectual. Sharp. Melancholic. Alucard is not a stranger to romance nor heartbreak. Losing the people closest to him has left him vulnerable, both emotionally and physically. Instead of processing his feelings, he bottles them up, until he can no longer bear their weight. He feels such pressure to remain composed, remain controlled, not animalistic, to go against the programming of half of his biology. At the same time, he is starving, desperate, and filled with an insatiable thirst for closeness. Such a complicated, disconsolate man, Alucard needs you to stay, more than anything. His life has been so lonely, and so hard; at times it feels like all he knows is loss and the cruel impossible whispers of desire. You need to stay. You need to choose him. He cannot take another heartbreak. It’s quite possible, given his role throughout history, that humanity wouldn’t survive another one of his heartbreaks either.  

Yandere! Isaac: 

Keen. Precise. Self-Righteous. Isaac has journeyed far on his quest for revenge, coming not only into a new land and new role but a new self as well. Gone is the former subservient, sacrificial lamb, who has risen into a stronger, wiser, seemingly benevolent king. Do not mistake this kindness for weakness, however. You must be either admirable or too kind-hearted to pose a genuine threat. Once you’ve caught his eye, prepare for an odd game of cat and mouse, you being the mouse of course. Isaac is not used to having friends, much less romantic companions. You must be patient as he learns the intricacies of your psyche. Surely, you must know he’s been analyzing it since you met? Be an honest, positive presence in his life, and he will keep you safe from all others who may do you harm. Treat him as the wise king he now sees himself as, and perhaps, he will ask you to be his queen. 

Yandere! Hector: 

Reclusive. Embittered. Suspicious. Hector has been forced to toughen up. Too late did he realize at the end of the road, that it is the people, not the zombies you command that can make or break a man. That is where you come in my dear. Following Lenore’s death, Hector’s purpose is up in the air, he is suddenly a puppet, free of its strings. He feels much wiser, but just as lonely. Hector cannot help but latch on to you, the first “normal” person to view him as human. He yearns for a simple quiet life, with a dog (a live one) and a partner to call his own. You’re perfectly plain, or perhaps, you’re just odd enough to make him look normal, and he relishes that. You have to understand that he can’t share much about his past. He can’t possibly tell you about his old life, no, no, no. He’s hiding it from you, hells, he’s hiding from it with you. He loves you dearly, he does. But he can’t trust you, not fully. A man with a history like his cannot truly trust anyone. 

Yandere! Dracula/Lisa: 

Nurturing. Captivated. Smothering. Dracula was not keen on humans before meeting Lisa; she bewitched him body and soul. And now the two of them have become enthralled by you. Dracula has learned the ‘other’ humans are not to be trusted, not with you, and certainly not with his wife. Lisa finds it unfortunate how she is no longer able to treat her former patients in Lupu, but she’s also incredibly thankful now that she has you to take care of! Ever the eager student, she still wants to learn so many things, and how wonderful of a practice dummy you are. Dracula is also eternally grateful that his wife will not be completely lonely; he knows how much helping her fellow humans means to her, and now that you’re here, Dracula no longer has to worry about keeping his wife (and by extension, you) to himself for eternity. 

Yandere! Carmilla: 

Prepared. Calculating. Cruel. Carmilla is a sadist at heart, there’s no denying it. She loves feeling the power she wields over all other people, humans, and vampires alike. For you to have caught her attention, surely you must be something special. Either you are particularly gifted in something she’s not (negotiations, necromancy, art, etc.) or you’re just so unbelievably precious, that she can’t help but want to steal you away for herself. She sees you as a possession, as a rare and beautiful gem, not a person. Even if she did ‘hear’ anything you had to say, she’d simply consider it further fodder to be used in manipulating you should it all come to that. She is not a woman who is denied, not by God, not by man, not by Dracula, and certainly not by you. Chin up, pet. Things could always be much worse. You could be thrown in the dungeons and left to rot. How lovely of Carmilla to instead treat you to more luxury than your kind could ever dare to deserve. For your continued safety, may I suggest showing a little gratitude? I mean it’s not like your life depends on it or anything. It does. 

Yandere! St. Germain: 

Wise. Inquisitive. Obsessive. St. Germain is a man who knows his mind. He knows a great deal about alchemy, and that alchemy, at the end of his days, will be his greatest work. That was of course, all before he met you. You opened up a whole side of him that he didn't know existed. Before you, his conquest was kings and courts; his acquaintances were mages and scholars! But now, in his effort to keep you from himself, you have become his conquest; his acquaintances are vampires and demons, all practitioners of dark magic. To him, it’s of little matter, so long as he can secure you, his one true love. To him, it’s the most important to have someone to share all his knowledge with, all that he’s achieved. To bask in the victory alone does not hold the same merit. He needs you at his side, he needs you to be invested in the great work. Without you, without your love, he fears he cannot achieve it. As such, he will do whatever it takes to get you by his side. And I do mean- whatever- it takes. 

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[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! I hope you have/are having a good day. May I reuqest headcanons about how would Alucard, Issac, Hector and Trevor would react if their crush had similar powers to Maria Renard and they only find out about it during a fight?

Oh sure!!

Masterlist 12

Trevor

Has seen his fair share of weird things so this doesn’t surprise him entirely, if anything he’s very much adoring towards your animals (as long as they don’t bother him too much)

Alucard

Just naturally curious about how your powers work, where those animals come from, and if these animals are staying, where are they gonna live?!

But it makes the village children happy so he can’t have too many complaints about your animals

Isaac

He’s not used to having pets around but if you summon different cats, he can make an exception

Is the epitome of “Dad and the pet he didn’t want” energy

Hector

Given his Devils Forge magic was used a lot for pets, he automatically liked you! Little Cezar has some new playmates, and Hector has all the time to talk to you about what your powers can do

[2kyo7]

♱ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 ♱ | SOLEIL

pairing ; adrian tepes , trevor belmont , sypha belnades x female reader

ཐི ➥ summary ; As the world begins to pay the toll of Dracula's rage, four unlikely heroes must band together and defeat him--no matter the price.

warnings ; swearing

word count ; 1.5k

notes ; hopefully the dialogue reads accurate to how the characters actually talk in the series😓😓. Lmk what u guys think!!

ONCE LEAVING ALUCARD's TOMB Sypha wished her people many sorrowful goodbyes, watching for the first time as they traveled somewhere she could not. Soon they themselves would too depart from Gresit and in turn leave for west where their destination rested in between the territories of both OTTOMAN and BOSNIA.

Admittedly the journey was...unfavorable to say the least, paths were thick with snow and ice—turning their fires into signals for enemies which hid in the cover of night. Conversation was admirable, but only when Trevor and Alucard were not knee deep in conflict (which happened more often than not).

After yet another disagreement, Sypha attempted to lighten the atmosphere with questions. "Soooo Savior, how exactly do you know of this true blood? And how are you so sure they'll help us?" He released a drawn sigh and look towards the pile of burning wood before him, "we aren't exactly going to meet just one pure blooded vampire—this is a family of them."

Trevor was quick to sit up in protest, but Alucard held out a hand, almost pleading with the man to stay silent for just a moment. "They are family friends... or once were, before my father had a falling out with the family's head." His face became tense with focus as if it was painful to recall such years ago. "The fight wasn't anything extravagant or gruesome—pure bloods' consider themselves above such 'unnecessary brutality' in their words, but we've never spoken another word to each other since."

Alucard clenched his fist in frustration, to keep himself from saying the unthinkable. "Anyhow, they won't slaughter us when we step onto their doorstep if that's what you're thinking, by the time we get there they'll probably be full off lunch." Sypha huffed before crossing one arm over the other.

"You never answered my second question, are you so sure they'll help us—pure blooded vampires are still vampires nonetheless." Alucard placed a hand between his brows where a wrinkle formed, "I'm not."

"Oh bloody Christ almighty!" Trevor held quiet for long as he knew how, now standing from his icy snow bed he threw his arms high in the air. "We're out here in fucking god knows where about to walk into the god forbidden den of an apex predator! JUST MY LUCK!" Alucard scoffed at what he could only describe as a tantrum, "we need a true blood Belmont, whether you soil over yourself at the thought or not. Now as I've said, it's possible they'll refuse to join us, but in any case they won't kill us. That I'm sure enough of."

"Trevor you quite literally kill vampires for a living, how much different can these pure bloods be?" Sypha shrugged her shoulders in confusion, not exactly exhilarated by the idea of the human race depending on the choice of a single unworldly being. "Oh! I don't know speaker, maybe because they're a 100 times faster, stronger, not to mention smarter then your average run-of-the-mill vamps."

"Like I've said time again, there will be no fight."

"Sure, because we'll already be maggot food before we can get a single word out."

And here they go again, Sypha watched them bicker like children over the last slice of bread—how much longer will she have to put up with this? The more they fought, the angrier she became until eventually water appeared from thin air to slightly soak the two. "What in heaven's name?"—"What the hell!" They shout in union, "Enough! Both of you! We have a long journey ahead and none of your childish yelling will get us there any quicker."

With that concluded the conversation for the night's entirety, Sypha slept soundly knowing there wouldn't be any interrupting noise while Trevor nearly froze to death, his lifeline, the glowing fire in front of him. Though Alucard had his fill on slumber, this wouldn't be of any use as he too clung tight to any of the warmth provided to him that unfortunate night.

After nearly a week of tireless walking during the day while constantly having to fight off hoards of unearthly creatures at night, the trip was proving quite testing. But there efforts were not in vain, finally they'd made it, relishing in their success as a great wooden sign nailed neatly onto high gates read: Welcome to LAVATRIS—population 4,500.

Before they even attempted to make their presence known a man rose from above the gate's entrance, his appearance was a bit disheveled, he had been dressed much too casually to be an official guard of any sort. "State your names and business with Lavatris." His voice was monotone, like he was bored beyond comparison. The three of them looked around to another for a moment, "Ahem. We are stopping by for some shelter...we've been walking for a many days and are terribly exhausted."

The guard stared down upon them with a look of doubt, but prying any further might've killed him. So with a wave of his hand the gates rumbled loudly against ground flooring, opening up just enough for the three of them to pass. "Don't cause any trouble or we'll kill the lot of you—blah blah blah." Once entering the gate began to close just as soon as it opened, "that was odd..to say the least."

"Didn't even matter what we woulda said to the fucker, what kind of security is that? I'll be surprised if this town wasn't a complete sh—" Trevor's assumptions had been cut short at the sight of the city. It's streets were bustling and busy, everywhere you looked had been a different story. People were smiling, playing, loving, exactly opposite of what they'd grown accustomed to in Gresit.

Walking along the streets they were in awe, music played on every corner, new smells of delicious foods anytime you turned, it's almost like they had been disconnected from what went on in the outside world. "The city's always been like this," Alucard spoke, a small grin protruding on his face. "These people have been protected by vampire royalty for generations, and in turn they are food pens."

"Tch like a dog on a leash." Trevor said through muffled anger, hands knee deep in his pockets as he looked around with disgust. "No like a fair trade. True bloods value status, and this proves it—having their meals ready to eat whenever they need, without the hunt? That's lavish living for any vampire." Alucard once again contradicts Trevor's statements with venom on his tongue.

"So these pure bloods don't hunt at all?" Sypha inquired, the happy aura becoming almost contagious as she too found herself smiling. "Not in this city, they travel to surrounding areas if they’re feeling extra peckish."'

Deeper they traverse into the city of Lavatris each part being as lively as the rest. "For heaven's sake I need a drink." Trevor dashed towards the ale vendor, slamming down about three gold coins onto the wooden surface below. "Can't you wait a moment's more? Their home is just through this passing."

"Alucard's right Trevor," she snatched the currency in her hands before the vendor could collect, sending them an apologetic look. "The fate of humanity is resting on our shoulders, and all you can think of is a drink?"

He groaned, appearing as if he would combust at any moment now, mumbling beneath his breath: "At the very least wanted a cold one before I died."

They would begin to walk up a steep hill overrun with large trees the size of mountains that have long since lost their coverage caused by the unforgiving winter season. As they continue to march forwards, a dark grand castle begun to shown through, easily seen in deep contrast with the bright evening sky and nature's frosty white blanket. Breathtaking was one word to describe it upon many others.

When approaching, they were met by two towering iron doors that appeared almost implausible to push open on their own intent. Alucard stood in between both Sypha and Trevor, stepping up further than either of his comrades, knuckles raised and ready for impact. "Before we enter, both of you must remember. True bloods aren't like regular vampires, they are not driven by the need for food or power. Instead pleasure and entertainment."

"Just open the godforsaken door." Trevor began to stretch past Alucard, but before he could make contact the doors slowly unfurl revealing only unending darkness inside, ancient gears turned from within while the density of the doors weighted against the marble floors.

Everyone looked to each other, a silent uncertainty weighing heavy on their minds. Alucard was first to ascend further, the others following soon after, and once everyone had gathered entirely inside—the doors swiftly closed shut, a loud BANG promptly following suit—trapping them helplessly inside.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY FORTRESS!"

[2005noroithecurse]

CHOKE ON MY DEVOTION

› alucard x f!reader

› idk if anyone will even see this but i NEED him idc how stupid it makes me look I gotta fuck this man my life depends on it!!

warnings : mdni. mentions of blood and violence. thigh riding. finger sucking. spit. teasing. a lil angst if u squint in the beginning. degradation ish

"Are you afraid?"

The thunderous rhythm of your heart would betray you but it wasn't pounding through your entire body out of fear, no, it was his intense closeness to you. The way he was all consuming in front of your senses and easily overpowering what little will you had as you stood with your back pressed to the frigid brick wall.

"No." you whisper to the dark, feeling his fingers glide along your jaw with something akin to tenderness.

"Perhaps you should be," he mused, coming into brief focus in your eyesight. Not for the first time you wished human sight wasn't so abysmal compared to a vampires, you bet he was beautiful in the tar black shadow of the manor basement.

It was always like this, this bizarrely passionate insistence that you needed to view him as a beast and your equally spirited push back that no matter how hard he might try that particular point of view wasn't one you'd share. It's not that the bloodshed or violence didn't matter, it was very much a core part of his being but rather that it didn't overshadow everything else that existed in him. No matter how hard he tried to push you away for seeing it.

You recall words you'd heard before regarding him.

A sobbing child that had lost everything.

Wordlessly you shift sideways, away from him and turn to make your way back out of the basement. All you'd needed to do was deliver blood bags, a task that usually fell to you since he enjoyed making other manor employees nearly die of cardiac arrest for the trouble, terrorizing them with various tricks and near psychological warfare. Not that you minded much though, it was an excuse to spend even five minutes alone together.

At first you thought he hated you, detested your presence because each time you'd end up near each other he was far more cold to you than even his baseline treatment of others. Only after being up late one night after a mission that had been a particular bloodbath, tipsy bordering on drunk as you snuck out onto the rooftop that you'd spoken freely to him and he to you. Maybe it was the residual adrenaline, or maybe he felt comfortable with the assurance that in an inebriated state you'd remember less.

He was wrong of course, when it came to him you couldn't help but remember everything in painful detail.

Something vaguely noncorporeal latched onto your wrist before you could make any further move to leave, giving you pause as you glanced down. A tendril of shadow, barely there but enough to almost anchor you in place. Of course he's too proud to tell you to stay, it brings a small smile to your face.

Silently you let it lead you back to him, standing in front of the ornate chair that served as the only piece of furniture in the carnivorous space outside the coffin you were sure was somewhere outside your field of vision with crossed arms once the tendril let go.

"I almost have to respect your insistence," he said, clearly taking in the defiance of your posture as amusing.

"What? Do you want me to call you dog and beast?" You didn't mean for it to come out so testy but his purposefully confusing behavior grated on your nerves. "If I didn't know better I'd say you have a thing for degradation."

That earns you a real laugh, making warmth seep inside your chest. Before you can comprehend it you're in his lap, making you gasp softly in surprise as a sharper, more embarrassed heat floods through your body.

Daydreaming about straddling him and actually doing it are two very, very different things.

"Your stubbornness is unfortunately alluring," he purrs against the shell of your ear, sending phantom fingers down your spine as you stiffen in his light hold. There was an oddly placed note of melancholy in his voice however, despite the intimate position you were in. He didn't give you much time to ruminate on it though.

Alucard was painstakingly mindful of his teeth, much sharper than your own, as his mouth found yours to keep you speechless. It wasn't a difficult task, and your mouth opened eagerly against each swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip. He tasted heady, faintly metallic and it made your hips involuntarily grind down against him.

His fingers dug into your sides, one hand sliding upward to cradle the back of your head as the kiss devolved into a mess of teeth and tongues, bursting with desperation that practically clung to your skin. His other hand only urged the movement of your hips, grinning wickedly against your mouth as your whines reached a louder pitch.

Deftly he maneuvered you into straddling his thigh, clearly enjoying the way your eyes screwed shut feeling him flex the muscles in his leg and push upward, grinding against your clothed cunt.

"You look cute when you're trying not to cum," he teased. It made a high-pitched groan tumble from your lips but before you could utter a word back his ungloved fingers were sliding against your tongue.

Your body didn't even need to do any work, his other hand kept your hips moving at a harsh pace against his leg that made heat pool inside your belly and made your brain feel like it was suddenly made of tv static. If you had any wherewithal maybe you would've felt more ashamed of the position you were in, his fingers jammed in your mouth as your tongue worked spit over them, that same spit sliding from the corners of your mouth to drip against your chest, and the way he had you grinding on his thigh like an obscene toy.

You always thought you were so clever when it came to hiding your feelings for him but knew the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn't stiffen with fear or apprehension, no it was desire that made you turn your eyes away each time. It was such an adorably human trait, to be almost embarrassed for getting caught wanting.

None of that embarrassment was on display now, his hand barely had to guide your movements anymore and the way you sucked on his fingers went beyond pornographic. It made arousal burn in his lungs like a harsh drag from a cigarette, seeing how shamelessly you chased your own end and listening to every salacious moan and whine bounce off the shadows around you two.

Your leg muscles were screaming against the repetitive movement, your breathing coming in short gasps around his fingers and your rhythm fell off into sloppy halfhearted jerks as you felt the pressure inside your gut burst like a dam, the friction against your clit reaching its crescendo.

You grabbed his forearm in a white knuckle grip as you whined and spasmed in his lap, moaning and panting as the orgasm crested over you. Slowly your senses return, and the ache in your legs isn't strong enough to detract from how painfully aware you are of the spit coating your skin and of his smug smile as his fingers stroke along the back of your neck.

"If I had to say, I'd think you enjoy being degraded."

His deep timbre laugh makes you jerk your head to the side, refusing to look in those burgundy eyes.

[yan-lorkai]

Yandere!Alucard x Reader who works as a soldier for the hellsing organization. Interaction where reader got attacked and Alucard couldn't help but intervene...he also couldn't help but clean the blood off your face. Would like if the reader enjoyed the thrill of it too, lots of yan!Alucard interactions make the reader despise him but i find him cute</3, please and thank you!!♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally finished this aaaa, this turned out to be way longer than I intended to be. Hopefully you like it as much as I did writing it, darling. Sorry you had to wait for a while for this.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, implicit attempted sexual attack, overprotective!Alucard.

There was blood dripping from their chin, descending like a red waterfall to their neck and chest and it made your nose wrinkle every time the hot air blew the iron scent toward you. You almost gagged everytime this happened, it was all over the place, disgusting yet so familiar.

The gun in your hands was a little heavy, but it also kept you in the current moment, grounded, present. You didn't know how many shots you still had, you just wished it was enough

The only sound you could hear was your heart beating like crazy inside your chest, desperately. You knew fear, death, pain, they were part of your job: training, planning, killing ghouls. You knew it all, you were confident on your skills, but it was different this time, your entire squad had died. It had been destroyed in an ambush. You still remember how certain your captain was that it was you, Hellsing agents, who would ambush and kill those vampires.

He was so wrong! If you could go back in time, you'd tell him how they were waiting for you, how they massacred you all.

Luckily your teeth stopped shaking some time ago and the vampires seemed too distracted to notice the smell of your blood and how your heart that was beating loudly. If they noticed it would be the end of you and with your death, your entire squad would vanish. That is if before that they didn't want to play with you first, mentally and physically. You hope not, otherwise you would kill them with your hands and teeth. No one would touch you indecently.

Hidden like a mouse, you watch them and make plans. There are three vampires among your comrades bodies, feeding on them, laughing and cracking jokes about something you can't hear, and judging by their appearance they are not armed, yet, you know what they can do even unarmed, you know the innate strength they have. There were more vampires but those left a little while ago.

Should I shoot them? You asked yourself, raising your weapon just a little, having one of them in your sights, your finger on the trigger, before giving up this idea. Despite hating your impotence, you knew that even if you took some distance to shoot them, they would only need five, at most six seconds to be face to face with you. And then you would met your death. A slow, painful death as your comrades did.

What to do then? You think indecisively.

The only thing you could do was wait for Alucard to come and kill them all. You knew he was going to come, you knew because it was about you and he was so possessive of you. If wasn't for Integra's orders for him to not bother you, you don't even want to think what he was going to do with you. And while you loathed to thought to spend time with him in any form, today, right now, in fact you wouldn't mind.

Right now if he was to appear at your side, you could even hug him. That beast wouldn't let go of you and would tease you to no end, sure, but at least you would be safe and sound in his arms, safe enough to cry and to grieve. At least you could feel that there's someone there with you who cared, even if it was a twisted way of caring.

It was not the first time that you met death in a mission but certainly was the first time that a mission took all your comrades life. Promises, secret jokes and handshakes, every precious little memory was all yours now because there was nobody else to share it. The little family you found in them, destroyed. Silent tears burned in your eyes but you held them in place.

You had to be strong, you had to survive and tell their family what happened, you had to watch them get buried as they deserve, even if there wasn't much to bury. But it was so difficult to be strong.

Giant sequoia trees stretched high into the sky, blotting out the last sun rays that were stubborn enough to make it through the thick foliage. The forest was so quiet as if it was taking a long nap at that time, you couldn't even hear the owls hooting anymore. The dark and the silence only made you more aware of your heavy breathing and your heart. Badum, badum, badum. Did they could hear it too? Gods, you hope not.

The vampire were as silent as possible, talking among themselves while gesturing and making faces. You couldn't hear them but you could do the only thing that you had been doing for the last hour: you could still watch them.

Go away, go away, just go away already. You prayed for whoever wanted to hear you, begging, legs already aching from how much time you spent sitting in this position.

As the minutes crawled by, your heart pounded an erratic rhythm, mimicking the thud of drums echoing in your ears. Every fiber of your being screamed for stillness, for silence, as you clung to the shadows, praying they wouldn't detect your presence and the smell of your blood as they started walking again.

The vampires, teasing and mocking each other, moved with a grace that came with the years lived, almost as if they were floating, distancing themselves from the gorey scene in slow steps. You watched with bated breath, not even daring to breath a little loud so as not to get their attention.

They were vile and disgusting.

They bragged about everything they've done to those poor women and how they killed the men. About how they could kill it slower to savor the hot blood and the tears and screams.

Just a few more seconds, you thought. Your whole body shaking from fear or relief, you didn't even knew it.

Then, one of the vampires stopped mid-sentence, their gaze piercing through the darkness as if sensing something amiss. Panic surged through you, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin as your mind raced with dread. A twig broke somewhere. Somewhere near you.

You looked behind you; nothing there yet. But your weapon was ready and so were you, so ready to pull the trigger and shoot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

With a predatory glint in their eyes, the vampire's lips curled into a sinister smile, their attention honing in on your direction. In an instant, they closed the distance between you, their movements swift and predatory.

And you shot him. Once, twice, till you lost count.

His fingers were still streached out to curl over your arm when he fell and you didn't waste another second there, crawling away without caring about the mud on your nails or the pungent smell of the vampire's blood dripping down. Finding the other vampire became your priority; you knew his companion wouldn't be pleased to discover they had let a human escape alive.

The dense foliage obscured your view and you felt so alone and small, you're so small while you stood beside the trees in the open field. You were isolated here with no help. Branches snagged at your clothing and twigs snapped underfoot, each sound amplifying the stillness of the night.

Then, a laughter.

Crueler and evil than you ever though to be possible.

It was a laughter devoid of humanity, a malevolent symphony that sent shivers down your spine. You froze in your tracks, heart pounding in your chest as the realization sank in — your adversary was near, reveling in your fear.

And you were a mere mouse in an open field. They could see you but you couldn't see them. You raised your rifle blindly and aimed in the direction of the sound. It was useless but you would fight anyway, forcing your ears to work even more than they could.

The laughter echoed again, closer this time, weaving through the trees like a haunting melody. It was a mockery of everything good and pure. Dread washed over you, mingled with a primal urge to flee, yet you stood your ground, steeling yourself against the terror that threatened to overwhelm.

A shadow passed through you and you shot it. Nothing.

With startling speed and force, the vampire lunged from the shadows, crashing into you with a weight that knocked the breath from your lungs. The impact sent you sprawling to the forest floor, leaves and twigs crunching under the sudden weight.

Pain shot through your body as you struggled beneath the vampire's relentless grip, their cold, inhuman strength pressing down on you. Panic surged, adrenaline flooding your senses as you grappled with the realization of your situation. Your weapon was far from you.

Above you, their laughter echoed once more, now tinged with a triumphant edge that chilled you to the bone. It was a reminder of their dominance, a cruel symphony that made fun of your struggle against their overwhelming power.

"Not so feasty now, are we?" They said in a false soft tone. "Didn't know a cute thing like you were capable of such ire. I almost want to taste you right here and now."

Every instinct screamed for escape, for survival. You felt their hands fondling the skin from your hips slowly, feeling every inch, their nails playing with the hem of your pants.

Desperate to break free, you fought against the crushing weight, clawing at their arms while tears flooded your eyes and made everything blurry. But the vampire's hold remained unyielding, their grip was like iron shackles binding you to the ground.

In a fit of anger, you headbutt them hard. "Fuck you."

Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, you twisted and thrashed against the vampire's grasp, fueled by a primal urge to break free from their suffocating hold as they laughed. It was then that you spotted a rock laying nearby, one they didn't realized it was there yet.

With a surge of determination, you seized the rock and swung it with all your might against the vampire's temple. They recoiled with a guttural hiss of pain, momentarily loosening their grip over you.

"I'm going to fucking kill, bitch!" They screamed. For a second you felt proud for hurting them, even if just a little.

That was for every comrade you lost. For the fear that consumed you, for the pain you were feeling. You smiled at the blood trickling from their temple, you hoped this would hurt their pride before you killed them.

Taking advantage of their state, you crawled a few meters without caring about the small sharp rocks that ripped your elbows and knees off. It hurts but it wasn't enough to make you stop. It only served to make you crawl faster, faster than how they could recover, faster than the cold air that seeped into your tired bones.

A few more inches... Just a few mor-

You were pulled back by your legs, the vampire was much more harsher now in their attempts to hurt you. He was much more angrier. You kicked and struggled but nothing seemed to work now. Not that it worked before.

The vampire’s fangs gleamed in the dim light as they snarled, their grip on your ankles tightening painfully. You were being dragged across the cold, damp ground, blood escaping through your wounds, every second spent letting you be taken closer to that creature. Panic surged through your veins as you struggled desperately, but nothing seemed to work.

Suddenly, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision. You barely had time to register it before a powerful voice cut through the night, deep and commanding. You used to dislike this voice, this familiar tone.

You wanted to cry and scream for his help now.

"Enough."

The vampire froze, their grip on your legs slackening. You twisted around to see a tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Clad in a long, red coat, his crimson eyes glowed with an eerie intensity. It was Alucard. He was finally there to help you.

The vampire hissed, releasing you entirely as they turned to face the new threat. Alucard’s presence was overwhelming, his aura of power unmistakable. He stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator stalking its prey.

He was confident, unafraid. The other vampire though they seemed like a newbie.

"You'll pay dearly for touching my human." Alucard's voice was a low growl, dripping with menace. "The likes of you were always so stupid and weak anyway."

The vampire lunged at him, but Alucard was faster. In a blur of motion, he sidestepped the attack and delivered a crushing blow to the vampire's chest. The creature flew backward, crashing into a tree with enough force to splinter a trunk.

Alucard advanced, his eyes never leaving the vampire. He drew his twin guns from his coat and aimed it at the creature, who was struggling to rise from the ground. They were hungry for blood and pain, they were ready.

"Pathetic," Alucard sneered. "You should have known better."

With a deafening crack, Alucard fired. The bullet struck the vampire squarely in the heart, and the creature let out a horrific scream as their body hit the ground. But this time to never stand up again.

And you still lay on the ground, breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what had just happened. One second you were certain that you were going to die, the other he was there to save you, just like you wished for. Alucard turned to you, his expression softening slightly.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice gentler now.

You shook your head, still too stunned to speak. Alucard extended a hand, helping you to your feet. His grip was surprisingly warm.

"It could be worse." You faked a laugh. Still the sound was dry, devoid of life and happiness, exhausting kicking in now that the fear was dissipating.

His voice held a rare warmth, offering a fleeting glimpse of gentleness that seemed almost out of character for Alucard, the infamous No Life King. At least for those that didn't knew him like you unwillingly did, that is.

Alucard noticed you shivering and trembling even you seemed to not notice. Frozen tears streaked down your face, betraying the emotional turmoil you were in. As he spoke those words, "You're safe, darling," the nickname that usually annoyed you to no end was now carried with an unexpected tenderness.

His crimson-stained hands tenderly wiped away your tears, a gesture both comforting and unsettling as he licked the blood from your cheek, rough tongue leaving behind a trail of saliva. He scanned you with a sharp gaze searching for any sign of injury. Finding none that was too worrisome - you had a few scratches here and there but with time those would go away, plus he didn't carried alcohol to disinfect them on him -, he seemed momentarily relieved, a rare expression on his usually stoic face.

"Let's get you home. You need a bath and a hot tea," Alucard suggested, his words usually brushed off under different circumstances now resonating with practical concern. Normally, you would have resisted, instinctively wary of spending any unnecessary time in his company. But tonight was different.

Exhausted and drained, you found yourself nodding in agreement, leaning into his reassuring presence as you both made your way back to the headquarters of the Hellsing organization. Alucard was matching his step with yours, so slow, watching over you like a hawk over their fledgling.

It was a moment of unexpected vulnerability that you were showing just now, the first time you hadn't recoiled from his proximity or fought against his touch even if it disgusted you. Yet, even as you allowed yourself this brief respite, the knowledge of who he truly was lingered in the back of your mind. Alucard was not just any vampire; he was a creature of immense power, capable of ending lives with a mere snap of his fingers.

"Thank you." You whispered so low and softly. It was all you could muster right now. "For saving me, thank you."

Trusting him was a dangerous gambit, a compromise you reluctantly made for now, knowing full well the precariousness of your situation. But for now, in the quiet walk back home, with his presence strangely comforting despite everything, you allowed yourself to lean on him, if only for a moment.

A smile graced his lips. "It was my pleasure, darling."

[ifishouldvanish]

For Love (Alucard/Mizrak/Olrox)

SHIPS | Mizrak/Olrox, Past Alucard/Olrox, ...future AluMizRox? RATING | T WORDS | 1,336 [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] [READ ON AO3]

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Olrox wiped the dried blood from his chest, watching Mizrak as he slept.

When he was awake, he was angry, hungry, frenzied. But he'd let him feed, let him take as much of him as he needed, as much of him as he wanted. And then it would pass, and he'd become this. This beautiful, blissful thing.

The first few days would be difficult, Olrox knew. But gradually the fits would become less violent, gradually he would need less of his blood. Gradually, his head would clear, and they'd be able to talk about this.

Did you even ask for his permission?

Olrox hadn't needed to. He could always feel the longing in Mizrak's heart, the desire, the love. His fear and desperation were no different. His heart had been begging for him to do something. To not let him be dragged to that dreadful place.

Mizrak might not realize it yet, but eventually, he'd come to understand that what he'd given him was a gift. Eventually he'd come to know a life without guilt, without shame.

Only love.

He'd done it for love.

A knock on the door interrupted Olrox's reverie. Tossing the blood-stained rag aside, he took a moment to button up his shirt, then dipped down to press a kiss to Mizrak's cheek. “I'll be back soon, my love,” he whispered.

He pulled himself upright, and a fleeting spell of dizziness swept over him as he started down the hall. The knock came again, and Olrox took a deep breath—letting out a sigh of resignation before opening the door.

He was greeted by a familiar face as pale as the moon. Familiar eyes as gold as the sun.

“How is he?” Adrian asked without preamble, his soft, gentle voice laden with concern.

Concern, tinged too with longing, and buried below fathoms of regret.

As much his old friend deserved the truth, Olrox couldn't bring himself to give it to him. Dodging his gaze, he simply took a step back and let him into the apartment.

“…Olrox,” Adrian whispered. “I'm so sorr—”

“He's safe,” he answered at last, finding the courage to look up at him again.

Adrian’s eyes sharpened. “Show me to him,” he said, already starting for the hall. “His wounds are severe, they'll need adequate treatment so he doesn't get an infection. I'll need some—”

Olrox blocked his path. “I said he's safe,” he repeated, more firmly this time—and had to lean on the wall to keep from stumbling.

A silence stretched between them, the tension drawing tighter than a bowstring with each passing second.

“What did you do?” Adrian demanded, knowing him too well to bother asking nicely.

Olrox swallowed and wet his lips. “I protected him from an eternity of torment.”

Adrian's features, normally so delicate and patient, contorted into a scowl worthy of his father's name. “…you fucking idiot,” he muttered, and brushed past him.

Olrox rolled his eyes. Adrian fucking Țepeș and his morals. Always needing to do the right thing, the honorable thing. As if it were so simple.

He hurriedly tried the first door, then the next, determined to find where Mizrak was hiding. “This is not what I meant when I said—”

Olrox grabbed his wrist. “I don't need your judgement, Adrian,” he snipped. “But I could use your help.”

“A bit late for that,” he said, brushing him off.

“There was nothing you could've done,” Olrox said. “The devil was waiting for him. He had no other choice—”

Adrian spun on his heels, his eyes narrowed into furious little slits. “There is always a choice.”

“And he chose this.”

“Did he now?” Adrian hissed.

They glared at each other, their breaths noisy as their nostrils flared. Adrian's frustration was so, so loud. So, so familiar. Olrox had almost missed it.

“…He's resting,” he deflected, heading back to the drawing room, balancing himself with one hand on the wall. “Now get back over here and sit down.”

He heard Adrian let out a petulant grunt behind him, but he followed nonetheless. He gave a piercing look through the corners of his eyes as he walked past and took a seat on the settee—a pout still planted on his pretty, lily white face.

“…Tea?” Olrox offered innocently, already pouring a cup.

Adrian looked around the apartment and scoffed. “Should I have brought a housewarming gift?” he deadpanned.

Smiling, Olrox set the cup in front of him. He dropped one lump of sugar in just as he liked it, and gave it a gentle stir. Added several to his own. “How have you been?” he asked, and immediately drained his cup.

All of Adrian's pain and regret swelled like well-fed fire. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Olrox.”

Satisfied, he sat beside him. “You know, perhaps you hate what you are, Adrian. But not all of us do. You and I…” he set a hand on his arm, “we could end it all whenever we like. But we don't. Why do you think that is?”

Adrian drew a deep breath, his golden eyes sweeping down to their hands.

Regret was an interesting emotion. Regret as a product of doing something you wished you could take back was a sour, acidic thing. But regret as a product of failing to say or do something you wished you had? That was sweet as molasses, and Adrian had always been dripping with it.

“Because,” Olrox answered, “this life… it’s still worth living, isn't it? Still full of moments of joy? Of hope? Pleasure? Even love?”

Adrian sighed and shook him off, reaching for his own cup. “He… truly wanted it?” he asked cautiously before taking a careful sip.

Olrox pursed his lips, glancing away again. “He would have burned in hell otherwise,” he explained. “You said it yourself: he's a good man. He doesn't deserve eternal damnation. At least this way… this way he can choose. When. How. Where and with whom.”

“Olrox,” Adrian set his cup down. “A freshly turned vampire is a dangerous thing. You know that.”

“I'm giving him my blood,” he blurted, and it was enough that he needed to pause to catch his breath. “Until he’s no longer a threat.”

“And it shows,” Adrian said, sweeping his eyes over him pointedly. “Look at the state of you.”

Olrox pursed his lips, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“…He could kill you, Olrox,” he said. “Drain you to death.”

Olrox slumped against the back of the settee. “A risk I'm willing to take. For him. His God—” he cut himself off and took a deep breath. “His God has abandoned him. I will not.”

Adrian's expression softened into the concern he'd been wearing when he first arrived, but now it ran deeper. Was more full-bodied.

“I’m happy for you,” he said at last, taking his hand. “That you've found… someone. But this, Olrox,” he shook his head. “This is not the way.”

Now it was Olrox's turn to look down at their hands. He wondered if Adrian could smell his regret, too. If it would smell bitter or sweet.

Perhaps something in between.

Movement came from down the hall, and they both went still, ears pricked high in alert.

“…He needs to feed again,” Olrox said, already mustering his strength to pull himself up.

Adrian stopped him with a hand to his chest. “No,” he said softly. “Let me. You're far too weak.”

He couldn't deny it. Was too weak to. He dropped back into the settee and Adrian eased his shoulders in relief.

He stood up and began removing his gloves. “Stay here. Once he's fed, I'll head out and fetch you something to eat.”

Olrox let out a sigh of resignation. He didn't want to be seen like this. But if anyone had to, he was glad it was Adrian.

“…Thank you,” he accepted breathlessly.

Adrian huffed out a little laugh. “Don't worry. Let's just call it even,” he said, and headed back down the hall.

[yuri-is-online]

Was Lilia more “Oh my thorn fairy I have another child?! I can barely cast a spell as of now and future me wants a fucking KID?! AT THAT AGE?!”

Or more of a

I HAVE ANOTHER SON?! AND IT’S FROM ME!?

If his Yutu tells him he comes from the future? Because it could imply he does regain his remaining years and magic. Idk how you wrote that problem that even rn it’s giving talk about Lilia surviving book 7 or not.

If it’s the second I already see him passing by Silver’s room really excited and saying “YOU HAVE A BROTHER!” And zooming off, leaving a very confused Silver and thinking he refers to either Malleus or Sebek.

technically anon asked first but this ask is much longer so it was awkward to screenshot for an answer. Here is the link the anon used for reference, I obligated as an elderly hater to let you know it's from SAO. Anon's idea is extremely good and we're going to roll with it for this Yutu's Uniqe Magic because you know he was always going to be a little shit.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. SPOILERS FOR: Book 7, Lilia's back story, and Silver's unique magic. Please engage with this in mind. For more fyuutre kid au, please check out the series section of my masterlist.

I have a bit of difficult time writing for Lilia given how much older he is than the rest of the cast, so I tend to write his Yuu as being a bit older themselves. Maybe they had an extremely difficult childhood and connected with Lilia over their shared sense of robbed innocence. Whatever it was I think this Yuu has a bit of a fascination with creatures of the night and a lot of their weirdo reputation within their community comes from kids telling each other that Yuu and Yutu are vampires. That makes me tempted to say Lilia! Yutu's real name is Alucard or Sebastian, something vaguely vampire themed.

None of those rumors are helped by Yutu finding himself very lethargic when out in the sunlight or his preference for colder temperatures. From his perspective he can't exactly help being who he is, people should really just get over themselves and let him do his thing. It's not his fault that bats really seem to like him for some reason, the neighbors are exaggerating Mr. Animal Control officer he swears.

Because he prefers to spend his awake hours in the dark, he is waaaaay too comfortable doing things and going places he shouldn't. He's real familiar with all the abandoned buildings and sketchy alleys of your town and has tagged quite a few of them. I like the idea of Lilia! Yutu being really interested in street art and Graffiti. I could see him putting up a bunch of bats everywhere and getting in a bunch of trouble for it. He has very fond memories of Yuu letting him paint murals on portions of their house in an effort to meet him halfway. He might like a good prank but unlike his father Yutu is always pulling his punches with Yuu.

Lilia didn't exactly have a supportive parent while he was growing up, something I feel like Yuu remembers and is very conscious of in their parenting of Yutu. Unfortunately for Lilia they also remember that he had another child and was a lot older than them, something Yutu raises several eyebrows at and causes him to ignore the things Yuu tries to tell him about his "great sense of humor" and "desire for different peoples to learn and grow with one another-" yeah that's great can you back up a bit to where you said he had another family? Yutu goes through life thinking he was the product of an affair Yuu had with a much older, married man who was just trying to feel young again. The amnesia stuff... sometimes he wonders if his dad tried to have Yuu killed. He never says it out loud because something tells him he's wrong, but gut feelings aren't as trustworthy as statistics...

So you can imagine his surprise when he tumbles out of a coffin and is told that his dad was a faerie general bound in service to a family of dragons, veteran of an ancient war, and technically the adoptive father of the Prince of the children of the night and the Prince of the rival human kingdom that killed his best friends. One of which is alive and overwhelmed with joy to meet him. Silver wanted Yutu almost as badly as Lilia and Yuu did so to see him alive and awkwardly squirming in his arms? Silver hasn't cried this much since they lost Lilia and Malleus.

Having a proper older brother, not just the concept, is an extreme change for Yutu. He's used to it just being him and Yuu, and he was sort of expecting Silver to hate him just for existing. Nothing could be further from the truth, Silver wants his younger brother to have the same freedoms he did while attending school but he also respectfully requests that Yutu spend at least some of his free time with him. He tried desperately to find his dreams over the years and was never able to make firm contact, but he doesn't want to pressure Yutu into caring about him. Yutu is didn't realize how badly he wanted other family members until he got to have Silver, he's even willing to take up sword fighting so they can get closer.

Sebek is also overwhelmed with tears upon seeing Lilia! Yutu. He is a bit harsh on him for "not living up to Master Lilia's legacy" because he doesn't know anything about fighting. He does applaud him for his willingness to learn. Yutu thinks Sebek is hilarious and messes with him just as much as Lilia does. Something Sebek is completely willing to let him do because it makes him feel like Lilia never left.

All of the Yutus get to see some of the photographs Yuu left behind, but Lilia! Yutu is especially interested in them. He makes a small photo album of all the ones he can find of his dad, especially ones where he's with Yuu and Silver. He's partially driven by guilt for thinking his father was a terrible person, but really he just wants to feel closer to him. He's half fae, and sure he has Sebek to talk about that with but what he really needs is a connection with his father. Yutu doesn't really care about being a faerie. He just cares about his dad's acceptance, everything else can go hang.

I don't have a name for his unique magic, but going off of anon's idea it allows him to overwhelm his target's mind, forcing them to think about their greatest fears to the point they are convinced they are really going through it. Someone hates spider? All over their face and in their clothes. Crippling fear of failure? Suddenly that emotion is all they can focus on. And if it's a mindless creature like a blot phantom or a monster they become overwhelmed with the sensation that they are unable to breathe and about to die. Yutu can't control the illusion the person experiences so usually he tries not to use it on his classmates.

That changes when he goes into the past. Some rando want to shit talk Yuu? Nightmare. Macho NRC guy wants to rumble? Nightmare. Some random guy jumped out from behind him and yells "BOO!" Nightma-

If Yutu had been just a hair slower he would have been in extreme pain, the dangerous glint in those familiar ruby eyes scream that. The short fae smiles almost cruelly, advancing on him clearly upset even though Yutu has dropped the spell.

"Well now, that's no way to great a senior." Lilia's voice is strangely soothing, it occurs to Yutu that this is probably the first time his father has ever been angry at him and he can't help himself. He laughs,

"Yeah sorry about that." He makes sure to try and be cute about it, which helps to diffuse the tension some what. "You really scared me so it was all I could think to do."

Lilia is very impressed by Yutu's reflexes and control over his unique magic. He is even further impressed by how eager Yutu is to train with Silver. The kid has some real promise and fits into Silver and Sebek's dynamic better than Lilia could have dreamed of. He really hopes the two will benefit from having a relatively normal human friend their age to train with. Maybe he and Yuu will stick around and give him some piece of mind about the kids being in good hands when he's gone.

Yutu hanging around Diasomnia gives him an excuse to chat with Yuu more, not that he exactly needed it. Lilia sort of hates the way he's drawn to you, it feels unfair. Unfair to you to give you hope there could be something more and toy with your affections; unfair to him for life to finally allow him to realize what romantic love is like just in time to have to let it go. There is a bittersweet tone to all of your interactions that his housemates are a bit too socially awkward to pick up on but Cater does.

Yutu is surprised how much he likes Cater, he associates him with a terrifying monster he's had to fight multiple times, not a fun guy who is really determined to help his parents get together. And what's even better he's really chill when Yutu asks for stories about Lilia, he has a lot of them and a completely different perspective than his older brother allowing Yutu to glean some more insight to what his parents might have been thinking in the future.

He finds himself spending a lot of time with the pop music club, not as an official member though he's not great at carrying a tune. Kalim, Cater, and Lilia are glad to have another person to chill with, sometimes they'll play music and Yutu will draw something based off whatever noise they made. Cater wants to talk him into doing album art for them... you know if they ever get around to making a recording.

I think Yutu will only tell Lilia who he is if he has no choice. He wants to mess with the timeline as little as possible, but should a monster from his timeline appear in this one, say like an overblotted Yuu another asker was so nice as to bring up, well it's not like he says who he is. He just addresses the monster as his parent and has a very loud meltdown not wanting to fight them again. Something Malleus is more than willing to assist him with.

"Think nothing of it." Malleus's power is truly terrifying, Yutu is torn between sorrow that he wasn't on their side and relief he didn't overblot a second time. "You are Lilia's son yes? That makes you my subject, and a most precious one at that." Not that Yutu has avoided interacting with Malleus exactly, he's just found talking to him exceptionally awkward because well. He's not Yuu, he's very aware of how important Malleus is supposed to be. But the way he's looking at him now makes him think that maybe he was missing out on interacting with another older brother.

Something that's confirmed when he turns to see how big his father's eyes have gotten, the man is shaking as he stares at his face and flicks between him, Malleus, and Silver like he's staring at the most precious pieces of art in the whole universe.

As you brought up Lilia's survival isn't guaranteed, I did not solve that problem at all. I sort of just... wrote that Lilia would age more or less like a normal human and not really be able to use magic on par with what a fae would consider normal but would still be impressive to a human... so while Lilia might be a bit reluctant to show his face in Briar Valley he would still have enough years to have and raise Yutu. He might have actually died around the same time as Yuu if they had lived a normal life.

He is overwhelmingly excited at the thought of having another baby. Lilia might not know what to do with them but he does really like kids. What's harder for him to accept is his relationship with Yuu. Raising a child is something he's done before, being someone's long term partner is not. He is unused to feeling desirable, and unfamiliar with acting on his own desires. Sure Lilia might seem very free spirited, but much of his life has been dictated by a sense of duty. The thought of having something precious to him that chose him specifically of their own free will is... disarming. He's overwhelmed with how helpless you make him feel and how little he despises it.

Yutu's need to be accepted by his father is met and exceeded almost immediately. Lilia wants to cook a big family dinner for Yuu and all of his boys, something that Malleus politely rejects asking if he can instead show his Culinary Crucible skills off to Yutu (it's really so he can make babiest brother promise to never eat anything Paw Paw makes EVER) and it's all so normal Yutu almost forgets that he's listening to a practical god smugly tell him he knows all about edible weeds as his father flies around him cracking jokes and pinching his cheeks. His older brother is asleep on the couch waiting for the food to be done and his precious parent is helping his Uncle Sebek set the table, listening to him sniffle about how beautiful Master Lilia's family is.

Lilia might be practically retired, but his mind is still sharp. The information Yutu is able to pass on to him lands in good hands. When he tucks Yutu into bed that night, long after the boy has gone to sleep so as not to embarrass him he makes sure to take a good long look at the little miracle. He is beyond grateful Yutu exists, not even the Thorn Fairy could have given him a finer blessing (he'll have to make sure to tease you about that later, that's got to be a good pick up line) He will make sure that this risk his son has taken pays off, Lilia Vanrouge wasn't feared for no reason. Something it seems some foolish mortals need reminding of.

[azulazenin]

All Good Things Come In Three Four

Kinktober 2024 | Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein) | Trevor Belmont x Sypha Belnades

Summary: Sypha wants to fuck Adrian's wife, but all she's allowed to do is watch

Warnings: Explicit content, minor blood kink, (sort of) group sex. Minors DNI

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day and its sequel Swan Song.

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That lovely spring evening began with the two couples sharing a pleasant meal in the private dining room in Adrian and Mihaela’s wing, a meal Adrian himself had prepared with a little help from Sypha while Trevor and Mihaela sat at the table, chatting and drinking wine, watching their spouses cook.

When dinner was over, the four of them moved to the living room, where they entertained themselves with board games and more wine, none of them actually paying attention to the alarming amount they were having, but by the morning, they would find four empty bottles on the floor. They probably shouldn’t have drink that much, but it was Trevor and Sypha first night off in six months, their first time away from a crying baby and dirty diapers ever since their son was born, so one could guess why they wanted to enjoy every second of it, and why their friends chose to join their fun.

Be as it may, at one point in the night, the four of them found themselves scattered over the couch, way too close to each other, amusing Mihaela with tales of the day the other three met, almost two years ago.

“And then Alucard threw his sword away and punched Trevor to the ground.” Sypha said, her face flushed and warm from all the wine she drank. “Back then it kinda scared me, but looking back, I find it quite sexy if you ask me, to pin your said rival against the floor and bare your teeth for him.”

Mihaela chuckled, the alcohol clouding her jealousy. “Are you saying you enjoy watching your husband being manhandled, Sypha?”

“Actually, I do. You don’t?”

“To watch my husband being manhandled? Only when I’m the one doing it.”

No one gets to touch him but me goes unsaid, and she hears Trevor’s hoarse laugh and Adrian clicking his tongue in embarrassment. She’s not usually vocal about her preferences in bed, those are for her and Adrian to know and them alone, but of late she has been growing comfortable in the presence of her friends, enough to share a thing or two about her intimacy.

“Well then...” Sypha smirked, her hand, once resting on Mihaela’s knee, wandering a little higher until it reached her inner thigh. “Would you like to humor us?”

“Sypha!” Adrian hissed, pulling Mihaela into him and away from the Speaker’s touch, as if she were about to steal his wife.

The dhampir’s cheeks went red. The wine has made Sypha bold, but Mihaela could tell her friend had been wanting to make a move for quite a while now. Sypha was not in love with her, far from it actually, the Speaker had always been head over heels for her hunter, but her marriage to Trevor wasn’t exactly exclusive. Not that the Belmont would let his wife sleep with just anyone, but he had no problem letting her indulge with people like Greta sometimes… or their best friend’s wife. He couldn’t say he never thought about watching the two of them together.

“I’m off limits, my dear.” Mihaela declined, glancing at her apologetically. She knew Speakers had a different view on it, but she didn’t have it on her to be shared, much less share her husband, they were too possessive of each other to engage in such things.

“Ha! The two of you are no fun at all.” Trevor laughed, half drunk already, pulling Sypha on a straddling position over his lap and assaulting her lips with a hungry kiss.

Adrian and Mihaela’s mouths fell open as they stared at the couple in utter shock. Trevor had Sypha trapped in his strong grip, his hands moving all over her body, shamelessly groping at her ass as she pulled his hair and grind his thigh, moaning into his mouth, causing the watching couple to blush further. Mihaela felt a turmoil in the pit of her stomach, a heat that went lower and lower until she realized what was going on with her body, filling her heart with such guilt that almost had her hiding her face on Adrian’s chest like a frigid maiden.

“They’re really gonna do it on my couch?” She wondered aloud, looking back to her husband in an attempt to get distracted from the scene in front of her.

But Adrian’s state was no better than hers. While Mihaela’s response to the display of carnal desire could be hidden, his could not, and he caught himself wanting to go back to his coffin and sleep for another year instead of explaining to his wife why there was a growing bulge under his pants.

“...Adrian!” Mihaela said his name in disbelief, her guilt turning into astonishment.

“I’m s-sorry!” He stuttered, grabbing her hands in desperation. “I can’t control it… it’s just a physical reaction my love, I promise I don’t...”

She pressed a finger over his lips, shutting him up. The terrified look in his eyes, his fear for being caught doing something he thought might have hurt her made her heart ache, and she regretted having scolded him. She couldn’t judge her husband, not when her own body reacted the same as his at a sight none of them had seen before, at the sight of two other people, two other very good looking people, being intimate.

“It’s alright. It is… normal, I guess.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, darling. Actually, I...” She found herself unable to finish the sentence, certain that all the blood in her body went to her cheeks.

“Oh… you too?” He asked, both surprised and relieved for not being the only one getting turned on by watching his friends.

Mihaela nodded, looking down at their intertwined hands, shame and randiness mixing into one powerful feeling.

“Do you want to go back to our room?” Adrian offered, half of him wanting to escape with Mihaela and do something about his painful erection, and the other half wanting to stay and watch like a creep voyeur.

“I don’t know...”

“Why are you making a fuss over it? It’s only sex.” Trevor mocked, delighting in his friends’ embarrassment. “I didn’t think vampires of all creatures would be so prude.” The hunter pulled Sypha’s robes down with ease, leaving the Speaker’s upper body completely bare.

“We’re not prude!” Mihaela protested, unable to move her gaze from Sypha’s exposed breasts. She had been with a woman only once in her life, in her long gone teenagehood, a few years before she wed Adrian, and she didn’t even get the whole thing done with the girl, but now she wondered how would’ve been like if she had, what it would feel like to put her lips around the softness of another woman’s nipples. “We just don’t like sharing. Have you ever heard of exclusivity?”

“Then you’re missing out.” Sypha said, drunkenness evident in her expression. “There’s so many good experiences when you s-share!” She whined, feeling her husband’s mouth around her tits.

Mihaela bit on her lip, sinking her fangs on her lips trying to stop herself from moaning, but the little sound she made didn’t go unnoticed by Adrian, nor the droplets of blood running down her chin. He gently turned her face back to him, running his thumb over the already healing wound.

“Let me help you...” Adrian licked the blood off her chin, kissing from her jaw up to her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Mihaela parted her lips to welcome him, moving her tongue against his as she tried to taste the blood he had sucked from her wound, listening to Trevor groaning in satisfaction.

“Oh, did you guys change your minds?” Sypha asked sweetly, feigning innocence.

The dhampir couple broke the kiss. “You’re not gonna fuck my wife, Sypha, forget about it.” Adrian answered, his previous shyness and reluctance giving way to mischievousness. “But since you’re my dear friend, I’ll let you watch.”

Adrian pushed Mihaela to lay on her back, locking eyes with her for a moment, searching for any signs of reluctance. There was none, she gave him a nod of approval and he immediately leaned in to suck on the skin of her neck.

Mihaela couldn’t see the couple with Adrian on top of her, but she heard Sypha whining again, unsure if it was for the show Adrian was only beginning to put up or because Trevor had his mouth on her again, but the sound was so alluring it had the dhampir moaning too, clinging to Adrian in a silent plea for him to make the ache in her core go away.

His lips went from her neck to her chest, teasing the parts of her breasts the dress did not cover, and his skillful hands wasted no time finding their way to remove her clothes. Soon, he had her fancy dress laying on the floor, leaving her only with the sleeveless chemise and a pair of socks.

Adrian’s gaze moved from his wife to his friends for a second, a smirk appearing on his lips when he saw the state of nakedness they already were, deciding Mihaela should see it too. In a quick move, he pulled her up to her knees and turned her round to face the other two, utterly satisfied with her reaction: almost falling back on the couch in all fours, Mihaela let out an indecent noise at the sight of Sypha stripped to the bone, leaning on Trevor’s strong, bare chest as he rubbed the bundle of nerves in between her wide spread legs. To make the game even, Adrian grabbed the chemise's handles and slid it down Mihaela’s body, his mind conjuring a pop sound when her tits fell free from the clothe.

“Oh damn...” Sypha whimpered, her mouth salivating for the sweet fruit sprouting from her friend’s chest. She often wondered what those breasts looked like out of the tight cleavages on the luxurious dresses, and to see the round, soft flesh and the rosy, hardened nipples right in front of her eyes was a dream come true as much as not being allowed to touch was a sweet torture.

“Is she like you imagined?” Trevor whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Better. She’s much better...”

Adrian’s cock pulsed in his pants, the jealousy from knowing his friend had fantasized about his wife before was strangely arousing, the notion that his woman was desired by many but belonged to him and him alone making impossible for him to control himself. Grunting with lust, he manhandled her – just like she said she liked doing with him – to lay on her back again, but closer to the couple this time.

Mihaela’s head landed right next to Trevor’s thigh, the perfect spot for him and Sypha to watch her being railed, and for her to look back at them. Hovering over her, Adrian got rid of his clothes in a hurry, surprised that Mihaela wasn’t the only one gasping when freed his hard, aching cock. How innocent of him to have thought Trevor’s jokes about being sucked dry by a vampire were only jokes.

But he’d never be able to fulfill Trevor’s desires, nor let Sypha indulge hers, best he could do was give them a little taste of what they wanted.

His hands were on Mihaela again, pulling the soaked panties off of her, grabbing her knees to push her legs apart. He licked his own lips at the sight of her dripping cunt, kneeling in between her tights, holding his dick in his hand, brushing its tip against her entrance, making her whine with impatience.

“Don’t t-tease!”

Adrian chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Yes, my love. As you wish.”

One push and he was inside of her, his length slipping its way up to be enveloped by her tight warmth. A collective gasp echoed around the room, each of them delighting on the sensation of fucking, of being fucked, of watching. Adrian clutching her waist, already moving into her; Mihaela writhing beneath him, her tits bouncing up and down along with his pounding; Sypha’s lips parting, her walls clenching, wanting to be the one to cause the other woman to moan; Trevor grinning at it all, unzipping his pants to free his dick and rub it against Sypha’s ass, his fingers once pressing on her clit, now buried inside her pussy, in and out, mimicking Adrian’s thrusts.

“You… m-mean vampire, Alucard.” Sypha accused, pushing her hips against her husband’s fingers. “You won’t let me touch her!”

He smiled teasingly at her, showing his fangs. “She’s mine, Sypha.” He palmed at Mihaela’s breast, fondling, aware it was the part Sypha wanted to feel the most. “Only mine.”

Adrian increased the pace, touching all the right spots on his wife’s body to make her come undone, creating a symphony made of her little sounds of pleasure, the contact of their skins and the wet noise of her cunt being pound. Mihaela looked up at him with pleading eyes, sticking out her tongue, waiting for him to take the hint and give her what she wanted.

“You want to taste me, darling?”

She nodded a little too desperately. “Yes, y-yes please...”

Not needing to be told twice, he let go of her breast and brought his fingers close to her mouth, his index growing a claw he used to cut his palm and pour the flowing blood over her tongue, feeding her until the wound closed and he shoved two of fingers in her mouth, making her suck what was left of it.

“Argh! You goddamn freaks!” Trevor groaned, both turned on and repulsed by what they did. In search of his own release, he removed his fingers from Sypha’s cunt and fixed her to ride his cock.

His large hands groping her waist, bouncing her up and down his length, rough just the way she liked it. Mihaela watched in awe, her moans muffled by Adrian’s fingers in her mouth, drinking in all details of Sypha’s soft, delicate body in contrast to Trevor’s, realizing overly masculine men did have their perks, though she still preferred sweeter ones, like her dear husband.

Her gaze alternated between him and the couple, enjoying every bit of the predicament she’d probably never find herself into again, her pleasure weirdly increasing from being observed, her walls squeezing Adrian’s cock each time she caught Sypha looking at her with want. She was nearing her peak, the heat building in her womb announcing her upcoming orgasm.

Noticing how close she was, Adrian removed his fingers from her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers in a sloppy, needy kiss as he fucked her harder, faster, holding back his own explosion in order to feel hers first. It was only when she clenched around him one last time and creamed all over him that he withdrew and jerked off his orgasm, finishing on her stomach.

He fell next to her on the couch, hugging her side as they watched the other couple intently, smirking together when Sypha squirted and Trevor came into her, holding her in place until he emptied himself, making sure not even a drop of his seed was wasted.

“My god,” Mihaela spoke in a wave of silliness. “I think we just witnessed the conception of the next Belmont.”

Giggling, she hid her face in her hands, listening to the other three bursting into laughter. Everything about that night was atypical, from the unusual collective drunkenness to the shared intimacy and, at the end of the night, falling asleep together in a big cuddly pile. They would only return to their senses by the morning, when Greta’s indignant voice woke them up from their slumber.

“I can’t believe you guys had an orgy and didn’t invite me!”

[randomestdweller]

Hello, I really liked your priest Alucard, reading it being or having another job was fun and great, do you think you can expand it? As if he managed to lock the reader in the basement of the church and when they started looking for her, priest Alucard feigned concern, but when he was with his beloved captive in the basement, he told her what the others were doing to find her, while Alucard had her. To satisfy him, you can include NSFW, if you feel comfortable. And if this idea doesn't catch your attention, you can ignore it.

A/N: I’M SO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED SOMETHING! Thank you soo much. I hope u like the story <3 Also clean up on Aisle my pants, it’s something ab mentally unstable Alucard that just.. If anyone here is slutty, it’s Alucard for looking like that in this gif.

Priest Alucard Part 2

Warnings: Hypocrite Alucard, power imbalances, kidnapping & isolation, choking, creampie, brief nipple play, drugging, lmk if anything else.

“Missing?” Alucard rubbed his chin in thought, “what is her family saying happened?”

“Her Mother said she probably ran away and that’d she be back before long.” A Young man who had been attending the Priest’s Sunday classes since they started, answered him from across the round table. “We should still search for her though.”

The boy, whose name was Pip, had been the one to bring up your disappearance in the first place. Shifting the Groups conversation from how to find God in your everyday life to how you were most likely taken.

The Youth had begun to chatter amongst themselves, putting together and deconstructing each other’s theories regarding your disappearance.

Someone speculated that you had ran away with a lover and went to live as Modern Bonnie and Clyde. Another person wondered how you could have left without a trace, not even taking any shoes, make up, or even clothes. Alucard would interject from time to time, fueling people’s wild ideas with little hms of agreement or occasionally giving his own opinion.

Before long the church bells rung alerting the group that it was now 2:30 and time for the meeting to adjourn.

“Alright young ones,” Alucard had silently moved from his seat at the head of the table to doorway, “it was nice seeing you all as usual.” The Priest had taken to shaking everyone’s hand as they shuffled passed him and back into the Sanctuary. All but one person had left the study room.

“Are you alright Mr Bernadotte?” Alucard faced the Young man, who had taken to standing behind his chair. Pip wore an eye patch but his one visible eye swirled with many, many emotions. The most notable one being his worry for you.

“I’m fine Father,” the boy shifted his weight from his left leg to his right before walking to the door, “I just hope (Y/N) is ok.”

Pips empathy made the Priest’s eyes narrow slightly. Just what was your relationship with this young man?

Well whatever it was, it definitely wouldn’t be happening anymore. That Alucard was sure of.

A still second passed before Alucard’s hand lifted to pat the boys shoulder, “Pray for her.”

Sudden fiery footsteps followed by a blur of blonde hair ran up to the two Men before grabbing Pip from the Priest.

“Come on, we need to catch up with everyone else.”

As Seras dragged Pip away, he called over his shoulder to Alucard, “You pray too Father..”

The Priest watched the couple walk away down the hallway, their conversation drifted from his ears, before he turned on his heel and started for the basement. Alucard hymned lowly as he turned into a different hallway, his song reaching a crescendo as his hands found a rusty door knob. The door squealed as he opened and closed it behind himself.

His boots echoed through the cellar as he trekked into the inky darkness, his fingers danced in the air before pulling on a floating thread, for a lightbulb, that illuminated the lower floor.

Oh lord in heaven, seeing you like this awakened something forbidden in the Priest’s gut.

Wth no pillow or blanket, you tightly curled into a ball on a mattress, that was tucked so carefully, into the far right corner.

The drug he had procured from a traveling merchant seemed to be working well. Alucard cooed at how docile you seemed as he stepped closer to your bed. The Merchant had advised him to not use more then half of a tablet at a time but Alucard couldn’t wait and had anxiously slipped the whole capsule into your mug.

The Priest couldn’t control his excitement then and he couldn’t now (not that he truly tried to anyway), as he kicked the donated bed you slept on.

You were probably dreaming of how to tempt other men, that thought made him hit the mattress harder the next time.

“Wake up,” noticing that you still didn’t move Alucard began to grow concerned.

Had he actually put too much in your drink?

Impatient outweighed his sympathy as the Priest bent down to shake your shoulder, “get up now.”

Alucard forwent all decency, instead his shaking became rough, as he unconsciously started to dig his nails into the bone of your shoulder blade.

The pain must have been enough as you lethargically sat up. You shielded your face from the light with your hand as Alucard crouched closer, he used one hand to grip your chin and the other still clutching your shoulder.

Your throat was coarse as you reached out to him, “Father?”

Fog blanketed your mind, and its heaviness couldn’t be dispelled by simply shaking your head. When your finger tips grazed Alucard he reeled back, removing both of his hands from you and stood to his full height again.

“Don’t touch me.”

Your body slumped slightly as your arm fell. The Priest sneered down at you, his words carried by abject disgust.

Alucard lips settled into a line as he watched you look around the basement, he loved the frightened way your eyes jumped around the room.

“Do you like it?” He stepped to the side to let you get a good look at everything. Well, maybe not, as the only things down there was the mattress you laid on and a door to your left that opened to a cramped bathroom, “this is your new home!”

A noise of surprise, or perhaps fear, tumbled passed your lips.

Alucard faked a pout, “so you don’t like it? I put so much effort into making it livable for you.”

“Even cleaned up all the cobwebs,” the Priest snickered at your expression, “close your mouth you look foolish.”

Your jaw clamped shut at his teasing, making Alucard rear his head back and laugh louder, “oh dear, do I have to tell you to do everything?”

Your sight was blurred with beady tears, Father Alucard wasn’t usually so callous, in fact there had been a time when he listened to you cry about how unfair life was to you. Before.. before your relationship changed.

But even after that, Alucard had been so kind to you, sure he was a bit on the rougher side in bed, but you didn’t mind. If anything you preferred to be held down tightly by his thick hands.

Now wasn’t the time to reminisce though, even though Father wasn’t a man of few words but he always meant what he said.

“My new home?” Blinking away the wetness that clouded your eyes was nearly impossible when it kept flooding back in again. Not being able to see Father’s expression somehow made the situation worse. You knew he was looking over you in distain, but not having the opportunity to look away, made you feel the weight of it instead. The pressure from his glower was crushing your brain along with any thoughts it contained.

“Yes dear, you would do well to adjust to your living arrangements sooner then later..” His words hung heavily in the air.

How could you adjust to this life when you never asked to be here?

“What’s wrong, little dove,” Father bent at the waist to twirl on a loose strand of your hair, “was I mistaken in thinking we had a connection?”

You didn’t know what to say. Because you really had felt it too, that undeniable spark the first time he had taken you inside a cramped confessional. It had taken a while to find a comfortable position, multiple times your knees knocked into his.

But soon enough, one of Alucard’s hands was wrapped around your throat, stopping any cries before they could released, while his other was wrapped around your upper body to hold you up, sinfully coarse fingers pinched and pulled your nipples. You lived the vitality brought on by Alucard trailing his palm down your stomach to grind it against your clit. You definitely felt the sparks when his Cossack would dig into your back, as he’d lean down to nip at your neck just above your pulse point. All the while, his hips would remain unrelenting against yours, creating loud slaps that were completely muffled out by the sound proofing of the small space.

Even close to his orgasm, Father never, ever, let up. His pace remained steady, the only sign that he was close to relief was a low rumble he’d release just before he emptied his holy ball sack into you. And Alucard always came inside you too, he said contraception was the true devil and that if you got pregnant, that’d be a bridge crossed when you got there. So, in other words, you guys were lucky.

Luck runs out though, which is probably how you had ended up here anyway.

“I don’t know, this is too—.”

You were words meshed into a pained whimper as Father went from stroking your hair to pulling on it so harshly, that your head titled in response.

“You don’t know??” Alucard’s tone was incredulous, “you’re finally somewhere I can take care of you and that’s all you can say?”

Alucard continued to pull your hair, and in turn your head, closer to the mattress.

“That just won’t do at all.”

Earlier’s unshed tears now streamed down your face in fat droplets. Your eyes crinkled but in a brief moment of clarity you could make out Father’s cruel smile.

Alucard truly was the devil in disguise.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Ahhh thank you so much!! 🌹 Also I love the childhood friends to lovers trope😍so many possible backstories!!

Since you didn't specify I just chose the characters I found baby photos of.

gn! Reader | slight angst, you know their past | platonic with hint to romance | marysue

Maxwell

Children sure can be cruel, especially to a whore's child in a catholic orphanage. Not that Enrico even tried to fit in with his borderline misanthropic behavior.

He focused his whole youth on working hard to become someone important, always claiming to have no need for friends - the only exception was you, though involuntarily.

Despite his insistence on actually hating you, your stubbornly kind nature was impossible to resist. No matter what measures he tried to push you away, you'd simply brush it off with that damned sweet smile of yours. You always dragged him everywhere, tried to include him with others and made him enjoy his childhood for a change.

At some point he not only gave in to your friendship, but was absolutely smitten to say the least. He still considered anyone else beneath him, but you were special, and destined to raise above together with him.

Even way later in life the two of you remained very close, with him having made you his personal assistant.

Alucard

The two of you had stuck together from the very beginning, first struggling to survive on the streets just to be enslaved later on.

More than once the young boy had protected you by offering himself on your stead, unable to do anything but find solace in holding each other in the aftermath. You could slowly feel him become more cruel and callous, the light inside of him fading but you swore yourself to be there for him as long as he needed you.

You'd try to keep your sanity through telling each other stories, mostly about your hopes and dreams for the future. He was so firm about becoming ruler one day, conquering in the name of god with you by his side, providing you with a life you deserved.

In the end his endeavour would turn his wish into reality, and you stuck with him through everything, no matter what atrocious things he committed. And when the day came that he was about to lose you - the only thing tying him to humanity - his desparation made him able to turn you into his first fledgeling.

Anderson

Credits to my inspiring dear friend @tex-treasure-chamber! 💌

Even as a child Anderson was unnaturally tall and strong, so it was no wonder he would be chosen to become a holy warrior for Iscariot at some point.

Actually he was gentle giant, always calm, cheerful and soft-spoken - so it was hard for you to imagine him in this position. But on the other hand, he always cared for and protected the weak - including yourself.

He had gladly helped you adjust after having been surrendered into the orphanage he himself had lived in from his very birth. You stuck to him like a shadow ever since, and yet not once he complained about your company.

As soon as he started his training though, he started to change. He never behaved any different towards you, but there was a profound torment in his aura that soon turned into barely contained hate and rage. Sometimes he'd voice thoughts so vile, it felt like you were talking to a completely different person.

Nowadays you're working at his own orphanage, Ferdinant Lukes, trying desperately to keep him grounded.

Walter

While his origin is clouded in mystery, no matter how professional and nonchalant he might behave, deep down he's still just a troubled and lonely child with way too much responsibility.

So it's no wonder that one day, after saving you - the sole survivor of a vampire raiding your small village - he took you with him out of a whim, claiming he needed help around the mansion either way. Arthur allowed it without question - partly because of his unprofessionalism, yet also because he knew that you kids both were in dire need of a companion.

He's very possessive which can be quite overwhelming, seeing you as the only meaningful connection he has. Well, it kinda is, everyone else in his life is merely an employer or colleague. But in general he's very eager to make you as happy as possible and keep you out of harm's way.

This boy literally didn't know how to enjoy himself, he literally just worked ate and slept. Only through you he experienced a lot of new things, and the two of you would cause a lot of mayhem do innocent little pranks. But you also showed him things that gave him a sense of normalcry, like game nights, traditions for holidays, and so on.

Back then he used to be a nag about it, complaining that it's childish and silly - but as an adult he still talks fondly about those memories. They really have a special place in his heart.

In present times you're still an inseparable duo, tending to the Hellsing estate and each other no matter the circumstances.

Pip

When you heard the rumor about your sweet and sensitive classmate being part of a family of ruthless mercenaries, you first couldn't believe it. In the end it didn't matter to you, since you knew he had a heart of gold and that's all that counts.

For years you always tried to protect him from bullies, scolding him to finally stick up for himself. At some point - after a massive growth spurt in particular - he would become the one returning the favor of protecting you.

As time passed however, especially during his teenage years when his training began, it became apparent that there was no other choice for him than to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. During that time he surely developed some edges, and most likely you did as well in countless attempts to smoothen his.

He had planned to abandon you, granting you a long and fulfilled life he could witness from afar. That's more than he could've asked from you and yet you were so persistent on joining him that at some point his selfish wish to have you grew greater than his worry.

Eventually you've found a middle way with you being a passive member of his troup, functioning as their master at arms.

[milkywaydrabbles]

Our kids are going to be *mwah*! Please with Alucard?

A/N: love babies love Alucard love the idea of him being a FATHER ;; hope you enjoy this drabble, thank you for the req MWUAHHH

"Our kids are going to be *mwah*!" x Alucard

It was finally that time of the month again! You were honestly so excited, you didn’t think you’d be as excited as you were, but now you look forward to it each month. Alucard, as stoic as he was on the outside, couldn’t help but feel jitters whenever the time came. You always had a bit more pep in your step, waking up a bit brighter, smiling a bit more. If not for the actual occasion itself, he loved seeing you so happy. 

It was date weekend for Trevor and Sypha, which meant it was your weekend with the baby.

The couple promised each other they’d still make space for alone time, though they weren’t sure how on Earth they’d do it, considering Sypha’s family was nomadic and Trevor had none to begin with. You overheard them talking about it once while they were over with their son, and you couldn’t help but interject, probably a bit too loud: “I’ll do it! I’ll babysit!” Sypha gasped, all at the same time as Alucard sighed. Even with different tones, they both looked at you with the same question on their tongue: “Really?” You shot a dirty look to your lover before looking at the couple before you all smiles. “Yes really. I love kids. Just tell Auntie when you need her, I’ll take good care of him!” Turns out, you were really good with kids. Sypha and Trevor warned you of what little outbursts he could have, when he needed to be fed, along with all his special toys and blankets to ensure he wasn’t too much of a hassle. But he was perfectly well behaved. So much so that they were shocked at how smooth everything went for the weekend. They were sure he’d cause just a bit of trouble, no more than a normal baby would but still. You just shrugged it off, covering his belly with smooches to hear him squeal and giggle before handing him back off to his mother. “Perfect little angel!” You stated, proud. Alucard was even shocked to find out how well he did with you and away from his parents. He had to tease Trevor for that one.

And then it became tradition: you’d take him for a weekend while the two had some alone time. Alucard had always wanted kids, secretly, although he’d never talked about it with you. It just never felt like the right moment. Always too busy around the village, around the house, and before that? Too busy fighting monsters. Life has calmed down, but it still felt too busy to bring up wanting children. He knew you enjoyed them, figuring you liked them the way most people do: until they’re tired and want to return them to their parents. Even after the second and third month of doing this, any time their baby boy would huff and puff, and stir a bit of trouble, you took it with stride, doing everything in your power to soothe him down. One night he even kept you up for hours because he wasn’t tired and simply wouldn’t fall asleep. Alucard tried to take him from you, urging you to rest, but you simply shook your head with a tired smile, saying something along the lines of ‘I have to start preparing for my own, don’t I?”

Alucard brushed it off, as your tired brain didn’t comprehend what you said. It did though. You meant it. But the conversation never came up again. 

And now it was time for you to pick up the baby Belmont with Alucard in tow, grabbing at the pack Sypha graciously packed for you both before bidding them adieu. “Look at this sweet baby! Look how big you’re getting!” You’d coo, lifting him up high and spinning him while he babbled and giggled away, small arms swinging in the air. Alucard’s heart ached, you were so sweet with him, seeing you cradle the sweet babe against you made him want to bring up children right now. Maybe after the weekend. (Unless you beat him to it.) 

You sighed, sitting him down on your lap as you fed him, leaning into Alucard’s touch while he kissed your temple. “Adrian, do you think we’ll have a baby soon?”

...

What?

“What?” 

“I think we should, they’d be so darling wouldn’t they?” You mindlessly spoke, spooning in some mashed carrots into the baby’s mouth, cooing when he took a big bite. Alucard was stunned, blinking in shock. “They’d have your eyes, I hope. But maybe my hair? Definitely your long lashes, I get jealous every day!” You huffed a laugh, wiping away some of the food that dripped onto his cheek. “We’d make the cutest kids, I think. Yes, absolutely, our kids are going to be *mwah*!” complete with pursed lips, hand gestures, and everything. “I’m sure you want someone to play with don’t you baby boy? You’d be a cool older cousin, taking them under your--”

“--you think about our future children?” 

You paused, looking over your shoulder to Alucard, who had up until recently been sitting there in surprise. His eyes were side, unsure of what to say. You blushed, face heating up more than you expected. You hadn’t realized how much you really said. “Of course I do...I think about that often, you know.” You spoke, barely above a whisper, cleaning up baby Belmont and sitting him down on his favorite blanket surrounded by toys to keep him occupied. “I know we’ve never talked about it, but I hope one day you’ll be ready for them?” You asked, hopeful.

He hadn’t realized how much thought you put into your shared future. He always wished you’d be his end game--the only person he’d be with for the rest of your lives. But he was never quite sure, doubt creeping into his veins like a nasty infection. But of course he shouldn’t doubt you, you’d never given him a reason to. Always so vocal about how you loved and cherished him...it was silly to think otherwise. You pressed on. “I was...I was hoping that babysitting for them would make up your mind.” You didn’t look at him, only the baby, scared and nervous to see how he’d react. “Oh darling” he sighed, grabbing the sides of your face delicately and pressing kisses onto your lips, your cheeks, your forehead: anything he could get his hands on. He ended with a passionate, slow kiss that took your breath away. “You have no idea how happy a man you’ve made me.” He murmured, kissing you once more--before pulling away with a salacious grin.

“Let’s start trying after his parents pick him up, yes?”

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Alucard from Castlevania with a dhampir s/o?

Alucard + Dhampir s/o

They probably met as children.

Lisa, knowing that her child would be different from all other children in the world, probably set out to find someone like Adrian (Alucard). He couldn’t be the first.

And as she’s known from experience, uniqueness makes one extraordinary but also makes one incredibly isolated.

Dracula would obviously have to help with this. Reaching out through his extensive network of vampires and loyal subjects to find, perhaps even just one, person like his son.

He is able to find such a one in s/o.

They would come over for visits and Alucard & s/o would play together. Becoming fast friends.

They would also use one another for sparing practice. Coming into their vampire traits and needing a sort of testing/sounding board for these new gifts.

The relationship between them originally was one of childish flirtation and crushes. Nothing too serious, although they were Alucard’s first kiss.

Their families drifted apart when Dracula went to travel as a man for several years, and Lisa became a local doctor.

After the tragedy their orbits came aligned again. Only, for the first time, they were not on the same side.

S/O was furious with the humans for what they did to Lisa. A woman who they considered a second mother. And they had not been protected from man’s cruelty nearly as much as Alucard had.

He was hurt to find them across the battlefield, but can understand their anger and tried to reason with them.

They do not help Alucard defeat his father, but they don’t stand in his way.

When it’s over they both commiserate over their loss, and try to make sense of things from here on out.

They move into the castle with him, securing the Belmont hold as well, and try to make a life together.

It’s nice being with someone they don’t always have to explain themselves too. The quirks and eccentricities of being a dhampir. It makes both of them more at ease.

[captain-reno]

I watched Castlevania. And I REALLY laugh at how much the local Dracula looks like a CAT. Our Alucard-Dracula from Hellsing is absolutely mad. He allows himself to be riddled with bullets, and then happily bites everyone involved. And okay Alucard, Alucard likes to play with his prey, but I believe that even if Vlad was wounded (Of course, Anderson would do it, who else?), he would be rather pleased. (By the way, I believe that Dracula-Alucard Hellsing has several personalities, although at the core, well. Himself, of course.)

While the Dracula of Castlevania, of course, also does not immediately fight at full strength, but gets very angry when he is wounded and in general attacked and forced to fight. He is like a cat that does not want to be poked. And because of this he hisses, bares his teeth and gets mad. The scene where Sypha conjures a stream of fire right into his face looks more like a cat being sprayed with a spray bottle!

Do not touch the poor cat, he just wanted to destroy humanity, nothing more! And give him back his wife. Then there won't even be a need to destroy people.

In general, I love him too. But in a completely different way than Alucard-Dracula Hellsing.

[yan-lorkai]

why doesn't anyone ask for something with Yandere Seras victoria x reader dear? If you can do something, please, please! I want to read something where Seras becomes obsessed with a beloved s/o and maybe Alucard supports her twisted love or believes that Seras' love is not healthy and only scares her lover, if you have time to write something like that, I will thank you very much, Otherwise ignore my request.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Seras is an interesting character for me, she's so sweet and innocent, and when twisted she can be really scary. I tried to explore this without going on too long or making this fic too boring to read. I think it worked out well. I hope you like, darling! :3

In the vast and shadowy halls of Hellsing Manor, you begin to notice that there's something different about Seras, though you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. You’ve always thought of Seras as the same sweet, strong girl, you known for so long: overprotective, affectionate, always at your side.

But lately, you’ve felt her presence a little more keenly. There’s something in the way her eyes follow your every move, her gaze tracking you with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. You tried to dismiss it as nothing more than Seras being Seras.

Still, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more behind her actions. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but you start to notice the little things. Seras seems to know what you need before you do, appearing with a cup of tea just as you’re about to get up, finishing your sentences as if she’s reading your mind. It’s comforting, in a way, to have someone so attuned to your needs but there’s a part of you that wonders how she knows so much, so quickly.

She swore she would never use her powers in anyone who isn't a vampire or a ghoul. So you choose to trust her and just brushed it off as just a sign of how well Seras knows you. But as the days turn into weeks, you start to see other changes. Her presence is constant now, from the moment you woke up to the moment you're retiring to your room, she can found nearby, almost as if she's waiting. And the other Hellsing soldiers don't approach you without a good reason, not even your friends.

It’s easy to overlook these small things, to dismiss them as nothing more than Seras being silly and enjoying to scare you. But slowly, they begin to pile up, the weight of them pressing down on you. You start to feel a chill whenever she’s near, a sense of unease that you can’t quite explain. You don’t want to believe it, don’t want to think that anything could be wrong with your beloved friend.

And there’s something in her eyes — something dark, something almost predatory. You used to see this same glow on her master's eye whenever he killed, the glee to hunt, to kill, you fear it. You catch glimpses of it when you meet her gaze. It’s there, just for a moment, before she smiles that bright, innocent smile of hers, and you tell yourself you must have imagined it.

You have imagined, right? Seras isn't capable of hurting anyone, right...?

And yet, there’s a part of you that can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.

Alucard watches you both from the shadows, his crimson eyes seeing what you see but cannot believe. He noticed the change in Seras, the way her aura has darkened, the way her presence has become more… persistent. He’s amused by it, in his own way, entertained by the shift in his fledgling. But he also knows the dangers of a love that turns into obsession, of a heart consumed by darkness, for he is the king of everything that is dark.

He speaks to Seras in those moments when you’re not around, when the moon is high and all good humans are sleeping, his voice a low rumble that echoes through the halls. “Do you understand what you’re feeling, Seras?” He asks, his tone a simple warning.

You’re unaware of these conversations, unaware of the tension that’s slowly building between them. Seras hesitates when he speaks to her, unsure of how to explain the hunger that has taken root in her soul, how she wants, yearns to claim you in more ways than just one. And she is left with a mix of feelings.

“I… I love them, master!” She whispers back, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. Alucard’s eyes narrow, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Love, is it? Or is it something more… primal?”

Seras’ thoughts have taken a darker turn. She begins to dream of you — not the sweet, innocent dreams she used to have where she make flower crowns to you and you both share passionate kisses. Instead, she dreams of dark, twisted fantasies that leave her breathless and terrified in equal measure. She imagine what it would be like to have you to herself, to hold you so close that you couldn’t escape, to taste your fear, your love, your very essence.

You don’t see the danger, don’t feel the threat that Seras has become. To you, she’s still the bright light in the dark halls of Hellsing Manor, still the person you trust with all your heart, even if you're skittish around her.

Alucard sees the path she’s on, but he says nothing, content to watch as Seras spirals further into her own desires. Perhaps, he thinks, this is how it should be. After all, love is a powerful thing, but when twisted by darkness, it can become something even more potent. And in the world you live in, sometimes darkness is the only thing that can survive.

But one thing is certain: Seras’ love is no longer pure, no longer innocent. It’s something primal, something that could destroy everything you hold dear. Even you, if you were to reject her.