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nocturn-warrior · 6 months

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I ALL THE THINGS I'VE SHOULD DONE• 🔅

Alucard x reader

Summary: You are pregnant with your first born with Alucard and he has been overprotective over you, but during one night he a jerk tries to assault you. Alucard and your friends kick his ass.

Warnings: angst, SA mentions, abortion mentions, violence, jealousy at Greta, pregnancy, crying (but ends up with fluff), my bad grammar and text similar to a 12 years old's writting fanfic (english is not my first language) and bad dialogues.

Note: month of the three milks is may in medieval calendar, puiuţ is a nickname romanian parents call their babies and it means baby chicken. Most of the titles of my fics are based on Kate Bush's songs or song quotes. This one is taken from This Woman's Work

You were so excited taking care of Sypha and Trevor's baby. With his mother's big blue eyes and his father's jet hair, he was the cutest thing in the world. Everyday, your heart beated faster to the thought of having a child of your own with Adrian; a little baby to light up your lives and bring joy to that enormous castle again, but it took months for you to start trying for it. There are too many children around, the village orphans would be jealous if we had a baby. You would squash off the idea to yourself with a silly excuse. Actually, you feared having a child would have a reverse effect. Alucard was still mentally fragile and you rememberer his breakdown nights, where he wouldn't close his eyes to sleep until the sunrise. But one day it happened, and when it happened you and Adrian couldn't contain the happiness, though your hearts were still full of doubts.

Immediatly you started to work on your unborn's room, asking the villagers carpenters to reform Adrian's childhood bedroom and redo the furniture just like the way he remebered, since it all was destroyed during that last fight. All except that little wolf plushie which you storaged in the wardrobe. Alucard was surprised when you, after the nursery was finally finished and you both were decorating it with paintings and toys Adrian crafted himself, came in with the plushie and placed it over the little crib. He could feel a tear forming into his eye in that very moment.

"H-how did you..."

He stuttered, holding the toy almost as if he was checking out to see if it was the original one. You chuckled and said:

"I kinda stole from you so many days before Trevor had his hero moment. It was too cute to stay all dusty and forgotten in a wooden box. What is his name, by the way?"

Alucard sniffles the toy for a while, it smells like childhood. Like comfort. Smells like a time that will never come back, but he is happy it will belong to his child now. For that, new memories will be builden up. He finally answers, sitting on the small bed with you and caressing the toy's fluffy head.

"Lupi"

The dhampir smiled as his eyes wandered across the bedroom: it was exactly like he remembered. With his drawing skills, it was easy to picture everything in paper and intruct the carpenters.

After two long years, the village was finally built. Settled in the Belmont ground, it was full of small but cozy houses, a small fair, and a graveyard to honor their lost members. They were grateful for everything, and for that they decided to make a big celebration, in the day of their protector saint, Sara Kali, who is also the protector of pregnant women, for the exhiled and despaired ones as well.

You, Alucard and your friends were invited to such a beautiful moment, since you four had a big role in providing that people comfort and protection during and post the nightcreatures attacks.

It was 24 in The Month Of the Three Milks and you were 5 months pregnant. At first, Alucard was a little hesitant about attending at the festival; besides he cherishes the comunity so much, he feared you made too much effort or that all of these sounds, scents and feelings would be overwhelming to you. In his core, he wanted to go of course, but your safety was more important.

"Are you sure, my darling? You need to rest, you and the baby. Greta and the others will understand if you don't attend"

He tenderly argues, placing a hand on your waist as you look for a proper dress to use in the occasion in your big wooden wardrobe.

"Adrian,"

You drop the pieces of clothes to cup his cheeks, his amber droopy eyes looking towards yours as you explain. How could you take that pouty face of his seriously in that moment? You contain a chuckle.

"I am fine. My sickness doesn't affect me anymore, and some fresh night are will be good for me. You worry too much"

Adrian looks down presses his hand over your growing bump, trying to feel the child. He's been obsessed with it, constantly asking you if his puiuţ, as he constantly reffers to your baby is awaken and active.

"They are quiet this afternoon, my love."

You answer, placing your hand over his colder one. He says nothing, thinking about the festival and if taking you was a good idea until he breaks the silence:

"Let's find you a dress to wear, i will do your hair"

Your eyes light up, filling his heart with joy. Alucard adores to see you smile and beam with happiness, specially now that your mood changes so frequent. Any wrong word can cause an endless angst in this sensitive head of yours. He doesn't complain, though. After all you did for him in those dark gloomy nights, is not just his duty but also his wish to take care of you.

The two of you mess around your clothes, trying to find anything that feels comfortable enought for you to wear all night long. You try this, try that, but all of your formal gowns feel tighter and constraining around your stomach. Trying the last one with no success, you leave a deep sigh and plop yourself on the bed, laying with your limbs spread:

"Alright. Forget it. I accepted my fate: we are not going to the festival."

Though you had a silly smile in your face, Adrian could tell you were very upset with the fact no dress could fit you propperly now, and standing up in silence while looking at your hopeless expression, he takes a hard decision. Entering or seeing his parents' personal objects was a challenge he has been avoiding for two years. That's why most of them were gifted to the people from Danesti. They shouldn't be in there storaging must and moths. He gave it all, except some.

"Actually, i think there are still some dresses that belonged to my mother when she was pregnant. My father kept her belongings, and i couldn't get rid of them yet"

The joyful expression returns to your face as Alucard gives the problem a solving, you quickly sit up again and smile excitedly at him. For a while, you wonder why he kept exactly his mother's pregnancy dresses. Was it because he already planned everything? He could have given them to Sypha years ago. But you don't question it, you just nod and stand up, holding his hands.

"Thank you, Adrian. But you don't have to do it, if it's too hard to see her things again."

He gently shushes you, raising your hand and placing a wet kiss over it and ressuring he would be alright. Adrian tells you to stay in your bedroom while he looks into an old wooden chest, containing some of his parents' remaining belongings.

Minutes after, he cames in with a beautiful red dress, larger in the stomach and breasts part. It's oppulent silk bounces as he moves smoothly, placing it over the bed.

"Here. Try it on. I might do some adjusts on it's sleeves or cleavage if you want me to. We still have time"

He smiles at you, and standing up, you grab it to try on as he said. You inspect it's fabric, the dress has a slight musty scent due to all of these years it spent untouched, but it's alright. You quickly slip off your undergarments and put the dress on. Alucard expectates for the final result, arms crossed and eyes wandering across you changing body. It looks so beautiful, like a goddess of fertility.

"It feels tight in the arms"

You raise up your limbs, proving your point. The long sleeves restrict your movements. Lisa had a more slender figure, you guess, so it would really feel tighter in some of your body parts. Alucard approaches you, adjusting some pieces of the fabric and turning you around to check out the clothing

"I can cut them for you, my dear"

The solution comes without hesitation and you are surprised. He would modify his mother's relics just because of you. The hesitation came from your part

"Do you really mean that? Love, this belonged to your mother"

He playfully scoffs and lifts up the silky hem of the gown, helping you to take it off so he could make the necessary adjusts

"If there was something my mother was not attached to, was material wealth. Plus, it's for the wife of her son i am doing that. Don't you worry, it's just a dress"

Adrian removes the dress from you completly and with the lines and needles, he starts to work on the sleeves as you sit on the bed, waiting for it to be finished.

One hour and a half later, your dress is finally adjusted and fits perfectly. Now, you two should take a shower, get perfumed and elegant for the event so important to your friends of the village.

Adrian does your hair as promised: he braids it and finishes with a ribbon matching the color of your dress. He ties your shoes and you help him folding the hem of his trousers. Now passing through the giantic doors of the castle, you two head to where the festival would be settled.

Arms interlocked and faces enlighted by the rising full moon light, you catch a sight of Sypha and Trevor sitting on a wooden bench, their son Simon is running around with the other kids.

"He is already running. Years ago this boy was just a..."

Words fail with excitement, seeing your nephew toddling and interacting with other children. Alucard completes the phrase, placing a hand on your bump.

"A little bean. Just like our baby. Soon, he or she will be joining them. Ooh, it seems like he is sticking a frog into his mouth!"

As Alucard finishes, you can see from a afar, Sypha rushing to stop the toddler of eating a frog. You giggle, already imagining the adaptations in the castle you and Adrian shall do to prevent your own kid to hurt themselves.

Trevor see you two approaching and, taking a large sip of his ale, he places the cup aside, facing you two.

"Hey, i thought you two wouldn't even come. Y/N, you have to try this ale. This shit is a drop from heavens!"

By his tone, you could tell your friend was already drunk. Alucard intervines with a calm, yet slightly sarcastic tone, cracking his whip:

"You are not trying to make my pregnant wife drink alcohol, are you, Belmont?"

"I forgot this detail"

He snorts, shrugging and turning his attention back to his beloved ale. Since Simon was born, Trevor and Sypha had made a promise he would never drink again, but today is a special occasion so they gave it a break. Talking about Sypha, she returns to the place, holding the willful Simon on her hip and smiling as she spots you and Alucard.

"I can't keep an eye off from this boy, it's like he is the exact copy of his father. I can't keep an eye off of him as well. Trevor, you are already drunk?"

She places her free arm on her hip, facing the sitting man who denies it, with his clearly intoxicated tone.

"Gods, i don't know why but i still love you that it hurts!"

She chuckles, sitting by her husband's side and releasing Simon from her arms before she finally talks to Alucard and you.

"Your bump is already so big, my dear Y/N! Bigger than last week. Please, cherish this moment, becsuse after that you will deal with back pains and ankle soreness due to this little human growing in there"

Sypha looks tenderly at your belly jutting against the red silk of your dress, and then at her own son who rushes to "uncle Lulu", as he calls your husband.

"But it's all worthy."

You were so excited by seeing your friends that didn't even paid attention to the festival decoration. It was beautiful, full of colors and good scents comming from the food. The women wore their traditional clothes, children ran around the big fire settled in the middle. The tawny moon enlighted everything, making the scenary even more breathtaking. Alucard conduces you to sit over the bench and accomodates himself by your side as well.

"What do you think, love?"

He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek

"Beautiful. I love how their people, even after so many troubles and distress, found a way to put everything together"

The food scent was inviting, you spot a plump old lady holding a large plate of something you judged to be sarma, placing it over the large table along with other food. An increasing desire starts to take over you, and Alucard notices your fixated gaze. He chuckles, placing a hand on your belly before standing up.

"Are you two hungry? Stay here, i will get some food. Will you guys want something as well?"

He looks at Sypha who shakes her head, and at Trevor who says nothing but a grunt that Alucard reads as a no. You watch your dhampir walk graciously towards the table abundant with food, greeting the people as he approaches it. Resting your elbow on your knee and your chin on your palm, you don’t notice how head over heels you are until he comes back holding a bowl and speaking to you so sweetly:

“Here, my dear. It’s still warm”

Alucard sits by your side and you glance at the bowl full of sarma; a meal made of cabbages and stuffed with meat and rice, a typical dish of the people from Danesti. He grabs a forkful and takes it towards your mouth, waiting for your approval. You chew up the bite, the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alucard’s smile increases when you leave a satisfied groan and nod your head. He places the bowl on your lap, allowing you to occasionally feed him as you two chat with Sypha.

Some children from the village spot you sitting in there and rush towards the bench. As expected, they were quite excited about the baby on the way, always competing between them to touch your bump and feel their new “sibling”. After all those little ones passed through, you were happy to see them play around. You see in their faces, the future of that community like flowers blooming after a long winter.

“mother, mother!”

A little girl grabs the hem of your silky dress, trying to get you attention and climb up to your lap, followed by other three kids who fight for their places. Noticing the mess they could make, Alucard grabs the bowl you hold and tries to calm down the hectic little ones.

“Woah, woah, calm down, Delia, Elek. Let your mother breath.”

He adverts the two sassiest ones with his firm wet warm tone, gently pulling them away as they chitter.

“But father Alucard, I want to feel the baby!”

They argue and you can’t resist to their pouty faces, sensitized by your mood changes you intervene into Alucard’s rebuke, accepting their little excited hands to touch your bump. Your husband doesn’t protest back, he knows how stubborn you are and how these children love you, but as you allow Delia to climb up onto your lap, he can’t help but feel apprehensive the girl would make too much pressure over your belly. You can see the disappointed expression in her face as she roams her palm around your stomach but isn’t able to feel nothing.

“The baby is sleeping now.”

You whisper, tilting up her little chin and smiling pacifically. Alucard admires your ability to calm down these children, always so patient and warm. Delia seems to understand the situation and climbs down from your lap, turning to her little friends and communicating the state of your baby. Still, the kids wouldn’t give up and keep fighting for your attention. Alucard knows that gently pushing them away wouldn’t do much good and gives up, so he lets it be. Sypha, noticing your discomfort calls one the children’s name and says:

“why don’t you take little Simon to play around a little, Delia? Hey, but don’t allow him to eat any frog!”

She adverts as the little girl gives up on pesting you and quickly takes your nephew’s hand, guiding him off from Sypha’s lap.

“nor any cricket or moth!”

“Alright, aunt Sypha!”

The small group of children leaves the four adults alone, in a mass of giggling and screaming mess. You can breathe finally, laying your head over Alucard’s shoulder and watching them move away, secretly hoping your baby takes after you and your husband, and doesn’t come to be so hectic like their future peers. Chatting with your friends about your adventures and about parenthood, most of the conversations end up with mocking Trevor. You guys are really taking advantage of his intoxicated state to make fun of him. The weather is pleasant and the crackling fire sounds relax you.

You hate it, but a snort leaves your throat when one of the children approach again, rushing towards Alucard this time at least. The little boy has in his face the expression of the messenger of a king, and speaks while panting, leaving Alucard slightly worried. You fear something bad has happened, as well.

“father Alucard, Greta wants to talk to you.”

The request was not urgent or a life or death case, but the woman’s name has sent you some discomfort into your heart. It’s not like you hate Greta: she is not as close as Sypha is to you, but she is still a friend and you recognize the importance she has to the community, yet you can’t help but feel insecure whenever she is around. Even though it’s been two years since you and Adrian are together, even though you are pregnant with his child.

The blonde man places a quick kiss on your cheek, swearing he will come back as soon as possible and stands up, guided by the child towards the house Greta awaits for him. You observe him adjusting the collar of his shirt as he approaches, and you see Greta come out through the door. Even from meters afar, you notice and admit how gorgeous she looks in that traditional dress, her dark hair and bronze skin glowing under the moonlight, and the wind seems to bring her perfume to you. Almost if it was teasing your jealousness and provoking your feelings.

The leader greets Alucard with a tight hug and in this moment your heart slightly sinks. Ruminating about their possible conversation topic, you convince yourself she is just thanking him for the support he offered during these two years, and not complimenting his beautiful amber eyes or his soft blonde locks you combed yourself. She drags him to inside the small house, followed by other two villagers.

Your fists close, you start to bounce your leg in anxiety and Sypha who is much an observer, places her hand gently on yours and leans in, looking at you with tenderness:

“Y/N, calm down. He is going to talk to the elder ones. You have nothing to worry about. Greta isn’t stealing your man.”

She speaks in a laid-back tone, softly caressing your hand. You turn to face your friend but you can’t contain the concerned expression. Sypha chuckles a bit, not mocking at you, but finding your feeling extremely valid. You protest:

“I-I am not jealous, Sypha. I just---“

You can’t find better words to describe your feeling, so you just give in to Sypha’s moral lesson.

“You are jealous, Y/N. I can tell it by the pout in your face. But you know what? That’s completely understandable, dear friend. You are going through a lot of changes all over your body, it’s pretty normal.”

She leans in a little more and whispers in tone of secret:

“when I was pregnant, i argued with Trevor about anything. Even ale itself made me feel jealous of him”

Your friend takes your hand once again and continues:

“what you need to know, is that Alucard loves you no matter what. It wasn’t Greta who held him every night when his nightmares tormented him. It wasn’t Greta who took care of him at his lowest, my dear. Adrian loves you and he doesn't hide it"

You know Sypha meant every word, but why did you feel like Alucard would eventually get tired of you? Why did you think Greta would charm him with her strong sense of leadership and athletic phisique? You try to focus on something else ignoring the burning jealousy increasing and consuming your brain and on Sypha's trying to cheer you up.

You finally see Alucard step out from the cabin he entered with the leader of the village, his beautiful face beams with happiness as he chats something unhearable. Greta pulls him closer to where other young women beautifully dressed in those tradicional patterns organize themselves to start the dancing, he is probably greeting them.

The young men start playing the instruments, and the ladies dance in the rhythm. Seeing your husband idly moving his shoulders, you expect for the worst to happen. Greta takes him by his hand and starts teaching him how to move smoothly like the dancers, twirling around and expecting him to do the same. Adrian doesn't give a single glance at where you are sitting, he seems to be hypnotized by the moment.

You stand up and feel Sypha's tight grip on your wrist. You look down at her as she asks softly:

"Where are you going"

"I need to pee"

You force a smile and even if it was your intention, Sypha knew you were distancing for other motive. But she doesn't intervene, though. She just releases your wrist and focus on Trevor who seems to be in an alcoholic catalepsy by her side.

You walk towards the latrine behind the village, holding up the hem of dress so it wouldn't get stuck in the ivies underneath. Leaning against the wooden thin wall of the cabine, you feel an increasing heat take over your face and thick tears drop down from your eyes. The music of the festival sounds distant, but you can hear the people's laughing and cheering.

The crickets and night birds seem to be the only spectators of your breakdown until you hear a hoarse, unfamiliar voice approaching you.

"Why are you crying, beautiful lady?"

You pull up your head from the wall, turning to where the voice comes. The light of a torch reveals the silhouette of a man who limps towards you, speaking in an alcohol intoxicated voice.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be here, all alone. Did you know the nightcreatures are still around?"

He laughs in a mischevious tone, spitting on the ground. Getting closer and closer, he sees your face and his eyes widen up, a smirk forms again in his face:

"Are you the dhampir's wife?"

You've never seen that man at the village, he has been here due to the festival, you guess. You gulp, shortly nodding your head:

"Y-yes, mister."

The man stays in silence for a while, his eyes roaming through your body like he he was chosing a piece of meat until they linger on your belly.

"You are pregnant! You are carrying that evil's seed! Your husband's race only brought disgrace to this land. This thing you carry in your womb is cursed, it has a cursed blood just like it's genitor. You are nothing but catter for that demon to spread his offspring"

Your heart sinks at the tone he speaks to you, his intoxicated breath stinging in your nose as he approaches. You can't move, your body freezes as he says:

"I will put an end on it"

He completes with a sly grin, spitting on the ground again:

"And insert mine inside this pretty belly of yours"

You try to run, but the man grabs you by your middle and starts to run his filthy hands across your cleavage. Where is Alucard? You stood with him during this thundery years and when you need him most, he is entertaining himself with Greta. You fear for your child as the man's fingers press deeper against your skin.

"If you screm, it's gonna be worse. They can't hear you"

The man whispers and all you can do is whimper.

All the while, Sypha watches the movement of people, the colors of the dancers' dresses twirling and the instruments sounds echoing to inside the forest. It's been 5 minutes and you didn't came back. She fears leaving you alone was a bad idea.

Her attention turns to Alucard who after chatting with the villagers and receiving their grateful compliments, happily heads to the bench eager to reunite with you. His face drastically changes noticing only Sypha (and a dozing off Trevor) are in there.

"Where is Y/N?"

He asks the woman, a concerned expression in his face, and he could see a slight frown or worry in Sypha's forehead, but she didn't want to alarm him by mentioning her concern.

"She went to the latrines minutes ago"

For a while, Alucard feels a little upset with your friend. She shouldn't have let you go on your own. He stays in silence for a while, deciding if he should go after you.

Your vision gets foggy by the tears, and you can't tell if the music stopped or you are just falling out of consciousness by the terror, but as the sounds of instruments finally fade completly, you scream in agony, hoping someone can hear you plead. Hoping Alucard could hear your plead.

Alucard's pupils shrink as he hears your recognizable voice and before Sypha could even ask him if he heard that too, he desappears in a figure darker than night, smoothly directing itself to where the sound of you came from. Sypha rushes after him, already closing her fists, ready to use her powers.

The drunken man slides his hand down to your womb, roughly pressing his thumbs onto your skin. You groan, tears falling down your cheeks. He is going to take the life of your so expected puiuţ.

The trees and people speed distorted as Alucard in his fog shape rushes in your rescue. His heart is filled with an unnatural rage, something he never felt before as he sees that filthy bastard hurting his beloved. Something similar to what his father might felt.

The dhampir materializes in front of the man, pushing him with anger against the stone wall of a house, the bastard couldn't even tell what was going on until he feels Alucard's piercering eyes, red as flames staring into his and his sharp fangs so close to his neck as he hisses like a serpent.

He was about to take his life when a sharp disc of ice cuts the bastard's skin. Alucard swiftly looks back and sees Sypha rushing towards you as you fall on your knees, sobbing. His attention then turns back to the man who feels the dhampir's fangs almost touching his throat.

"I am not marking this date so important for the villagers with your filthy blood. But get to know: if you touch my wife once again, i open your abdomen and wrap your guts around a tree with you alive."

This words doesn't seem to be spoken by your sweet Alucard. For a while, it feels like his father's anger for human kind took his mind and manifested phisically using his body.

He releases the drunk who limps florest inside and his eyes shift back to it's beautiful amber pigmentation, now filled with tears as he sees you broken on the ground attached to Sypha's shoulder, sobbing in shock.

"Shh... it's everything alright now, Y/N. He is gone"

Your friend rubs your back soothingly and helps you to stand up, but your arm never leaves hers until Alucard approaches, stretching his arms open to embrace you.

"Y/N! I am so sorry. I've failed you"

"H-he tried to kill our puiuţ..."

You whine and he rests his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter. He couldn't save his mother years ago, he couldn't save his father from his own madness. If he lost you to such an avoidable way, he couldn't forgive himself.

Sypha's heart sinks seeing her two friends in such a broken state. She hugs you both tightly and recomforts you, guiding you back to the festival.

No one of you including Trevor who was sleeping to the lullaby of alcohol had mood to continue in the village that night, going home was the only option. Your friends would sleep in the castle.

You didn't exchange a word way back to home until you silently opened the doors of your chambers and slowly slipped off from your dress. In the oval mirror, you could spot the two marks caused by the agressor's hands. A lump forms in your throat again, it's been q while since you don't feel your child, you fear the worst happened.

Alucard cames in, wrapping his arms around you though he hesitated for a while. He kisses your cheek and kneals down in front of you, pressing his ear against your belly.

"Can you hear it? The heartbeat... can you still hear anything?"

You speak, trying your best to not to cry being so aprehensive about his answer. He lingers a little, shifting his position and lowing down his breath.

"I can hear it."

He looks up at you, a sigh of relieve leaves your body.

"Our puiuţ is safe."

Alucard stands up after placing a kiss on your belly and wraps his arms around you, wiping away your relieved tears. You hug him tightly, sobs muffled by his chest and his tears fall over your hair as well.

"That was my fault"

You silently climb onto bed after calming down from the overwhelming night you had, and after minutes, he finally breaks the silence.

"It was my fault. If you or our baby got hurt, it would be my fault"

You didn't want to rub salt into the wound though you knew the incident was directly linked to the fact Alucard left you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you listen to his apologize.

"I should have known you would be pissed off with me because of Greta, but it was not my intention. Forgive me, darling. I promise i will never leave your side ever again"

He turns to face you with those droopy amber eyes, tears tangled between his long eyelashes and he blinks for them to follow their flow. You cup Alucard's cheek and gives him a ressuring smile. You couldn't be mad at him.

"Accepted"

Seeing Alucard have another breakdown was the last thing you wanted to see. He wraps his arms around you, hand resting on your belly like a shield as you sleep in a deep slumber, lulled by the wind knocking on the window.

#the last paragraphs were kinda shitty #no creative juice #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x reader #reader insert

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 2 months

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Yan! Alucard post season 4 with a targaryen reader and has dragons like daenerys from game of thrones or house of the dragon, how would they meet and interact? Would the first meet when the trio see the dragons flying over the village and think it is a threat or a attack, sorry if I'm ranting I just think the idea has so much potential and I can't write to save my life so I'm passing it to you❤️❤️

A/N: Okay so full disclosure, I’m not the hugest Game of Thrones fan, but I did watch a fair amount of the series (mainly for Khalessi lol, they did her so dirty in the finale!). And sorry for being MIA, just lots of real-life crap I’ve been dealing with.

Yandere Alucard (Post S4) w/ a Targaryen Reader

When our Targaryen reader first hears of a village founded under a famous monster hunter's name, yet supposedly run by the Alucard operated out of Dracula’s castle, she decides she has to see it for herself.

Much like Trevor Belmont, she is the last of her kind, the bloodline ends with her, and as such, the dragon(s) in her possession are her utmost responsibility. If she cannot find someone worthy of continuing the Targaryen line, then she will have to settle for her family’s legacy existing solely as one more relic in the Belmont hold. Without any remaining relatives to marry to keep her lineage pure, she sets atop her noble dragon steed and sets out for Village Belmont, determined to find a worthy successor, and if not, then at the very least, a worthy grave.

When she first flies over the village, it is a cloudy day; her dragon’s looming shadow initially goes unnoticed. But soon enough her dragon’s large wingspan wafts the gray skies away, leaving her and her majestic beast very little coverage.

At first sight of the beast, villagers cry and scream out, as they mistake her dragon companion for yet another wandering night creature, hellbent on eating their children and pillaging their livestock.

They alert Greta, who arrives on the scene at the same time as Alucard, his heightened vampiric senses having heard the loud thwap, thwap of the dragon’s wingspan long before the villagers could see it.

Greta organizes her troops to gather their weapons- pitchforks, swords, scythes- those sorts of things and stand ready at the entrance to the castle while at the same time, the less athletically inclined villagers are ushered inside to safety.

As the Targaryen descends with her dragon, she gives clear instructions not to harm the humans gathered before her, even though the mob before them has their weapons drawn and ready.

Descending from the sky, our Targaryen reader looks like a goddess, some sort of mythical queen, the elements of both wind and flame at her command. Alucard is immediately drawn to her, her presence, and her power. Although, he is weary of her as well. Too many have come to claim the power vacuum left by his father’s death, and he will not tolerate any vampires or supernatural beings staking a claim on his childhood home, his new village. Even if they are both insanely beautiful and a dragon rider.

Sypha and Trevor make it outside by the time the young woman dismounts. As she does, she raises her hands in surrender.

“I am not here to cause anyone harm. I am here to ask a great favor of the keepers of this Village Belmont.”

The trio approaches her, Greta staying behind, her army of villagers at the ready.

She explains who she is, how special her bloodline is, and how she, the current mother of dragons, is the last of her kind. She speaks mainly to Trevor, as he is the last of the famed Belmonts which angers Alucad greatly, although he doesn't understand why. All he knows is a rather impudent voice inside his head insists that she should be talking to him! Not that stupid Trevor! After all, it’s his castle and his hold, Belmont gifted it to him for safekeeping!

The young Targaryen asks Trevor if he would accept the privilege and the honor of keeping her dragon eggs safe deep within his hold until the time is right for them to be called upon. Of course, Alucard interrupts, saying that while dragon eggs would certainly be a first for the Belmont hold, he should like to examine them, as well as her and her dragon before making any commitments.

There’s a tense moment. Behind her, her dragon’s nostrils flare as it heavily breathes out. It seems she doesn't like to be questioned, and neither does her rider.

Alucard must be careful here. Yes, he’s smart and manipulative as a yandere but we are talking about a Targaryen here. Make no mistake, if he steps out of line enough, or causes her enough harm, he and his whole town will get barbequed. (Despite the threat, this incredible amount of power is one of the things about her Alucard finds the most sexy lol.)

I imagine the group forms a fragile allyship at first. The Targaryen teaches the villagers about her people and dragons. The orphaned children of course fall in love with her dragon, who to their credit, is very patient with them, but also lets them know when to back off with a shake of their large head or a deep growl from within their belly. She wants them to experience some bonding with the creature but she also doesn’t want them to grow too friendly and become complacent when encountering wild beasts outside of the village. Dragons are not to be trifled with, and should they encounter any one of them in the wild they are to react with wisdom, but more importantly fear.

Alucard, of course, watches all of this very interestingly, in awe of the Targaryen reader's fortitude and dedication to her companion and her role as mother of dragons. In watching her interact with the children, he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, and a longing in his heart loins for her to perhaps bear his children so that they can become keepers of dragons too.

He can't stop fantasizing about it, how perfect it would be, how incredible she would look housing their combined legacies. Their offspring would be unstoppable. With his vampiric abilities and her draconic bloodline… Not to mention his mother’s medicinal knowledge and Belmont’s collection knowledge within the Hold… By god, they could form an empire! One for creatures and humans alike, all who wish to live in peace and choose knowledge over ignorance. If only his mother and father could see him now…

Alucard knows though he must tread lightly. The Taregryn reader is smart and cunning. She did not come to be the last of her kind by being naive, no. She’s hardened, and she’s been through a great deal. She will need time to adjust to his affections.

Alucard doesn’t mind though. He has all the time in the world.

#alucard x reader #alucard imagine #yandere alucard x reader #yandere alucard #castlevania x reader #castlevania imagines #castlevania imagine #yandere #alucard castlevania #alucard #tw: yandere

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Could I request Alucard with a s/o who's a world-famous swordmaster?

“Alucard, I have a question.” He turned to look at Sypha as the three of them walked. Signaling that she could ask. “If you are part vampire, with all the abilities that has afforded to you in a fight, why did you choose to take up the sword?”

Alucard was surprised, but he supposed it was a reasonable question. “It was my mother’s idea.”

Though his mother loved him, she was also not a fan of him using his abilities often. Wishing for her husband and son to rely more on their human attributes. But she knew the world was dangerous. Particularly for unique children of unique parentage.

“She suggested I take up the sword. It was my father who gave me my first. He trained me. But when it became apparent that he would be an unreliable teacher with his own abilities, and mentor was brought in to teach me.”

“A mentor? Who?”

Alucard said the name and the recognition on Sypha’s face as instant.

The name of his teacher was almost as infamous as Dracula. A renowned swords person. Fought in countless conflicts & duels unscathed. Legend teeteringbetween a saint who saved lives & a blade wielding monster who destroyed them.

“You mean to tell me that a hero of legend was your teacher??” Trevor asked.

“You sound jealous, Belmont.” Alucard remarked with a satisfied smirk. “But, yes. They were my teacher. But…they were more than that.” Memories of days past of him training with his master flood his mind.

The successes. The failures. The laughter as they joked & teased one another in between sessions. The soft, hushed whispers in the dark. The natural relationship between mentor & student was an intimate one. Theirs just became something more intimate over time. Alucard trusted them with is life, and he hoped they trusted him with theirs. But when they potentially needed him most, he failed them. Failed their training and had to slither away, broken & wounded, into that box to recover. He did not know what happened to them after that.

“This sword was a gift from them. My father could not stand magical weapons. He felt they were a cheat. My mentor said, however, that there is no cheating in a fight. Winning is the only goal, and only fools do not use ever resource that their disposal.”

“Sounds like my kind of philosophy.” Trevor remarked.

“Yes. Though you can certainly be a fool for other reasons, Belmont.”

The trio continued on their path for a while longer. Conversations naturally moving on to new topics. As they walked, Alucard held the hilt of his sword from time to time and brushed the steel. Wondering where his paragon had gone. If they were still alive. Would he ever find them again?

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#castlevania #castlevania scenarios #castlevania imagine #castlevania alucard #alucard castlevania #alucard x reader #castlevania alucard x reader #castlevania x reader #imagine #scenarios #castlevania imagines #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania sypha #trevor belmont #castlevania trevor

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peachhoneii · 1 year

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I have to prepare myself for the possibility of them being a couple when considering game lore it's implied they do end up together, down the line.

However, we’ve had our vampire/human romances, and I am interested in knowing more about Alucard’s life post the original show. How did he and Greta live? How did he, Trevor, Sypha, and Greta live?

For Alucard's character in the show, it's compelling to examine a familial relationship, especially a paternal/familial one when Maria's story is considered. Daddy issues. Murderous daddy issues. Mothers killed by the church. Furthermore, if Alucard did have kids, what happened to them?

Let’s explore the consequences of immortality.

Alucard could have very well produced children with Greta (in the og, the village children called him father, and he didn't correct them), but they’re only a quarter vampire. Extended life doesn’t equal eternal life. What if Alucard outlived his children due to old age/getting sick and not murder/slaying?

What if he sees in Maria a daughter he cherished, a daughter he loves although she’s been dead for over 250 years? What if he misses being a parent?

We’ve already touched on vampires outliving their mortal lovers. Let’s get on vampires outliving their mortal children. M’kay?

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #adrian fahrenheit tepes #maria renard #castlevania alucard #i really want to see him as a parent #i feel in my bones they need to move from the romantic element and to the more...i outlived my children adopted/bio #there is no word to convey the grief of a parent who has lost a child #and alucard could have lost so many

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autumnmobile12 · 2 years

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Leona Belmont - The Lioness Center: Age 21 Top Left: Age 2 Top Right: Age 8 Bottom Right: Age 5 (Wasn't my intention, but my sister asked me if she's wearing her dad's shirt...so I'm going with it. The horse should look familiar.) Bottom Left: Age 12 Leona: The Spanish word for lioness. Feminine form of Leon. I've done a lot of composite character drawings in attempts to create an idea of what X and Y characters' child would look like, and so far Leona is one I'm very proud of. I think I blended Sypha and Trevor's features pretty well.

Catherina Belmont - The Necromancer

Center: Age 19 Top Left: Age 12 Top Right: Age 6 Bottom Left: Age 3 Months Catherina: Name meaning unknown. Believed to be derived from Hekate, Goddess of Magic, or Greek word 'kathoros' meaning 'pure.' Catherina was a tricky design. I wanted her to resemble Sypha more than Trevor, but I didn't want to polarize the sisters appearances by giving Catherina their mother's auburn hair and Leona their father's dark hair. So I considered their ancestor Leon's blond hair has been passed down the family line.

Simon Belmont - The Huntsman Center: Age 15 Top Left: Days Top Right: Age 3 Bottom Right: Age 6 Bottom Left: Age 11 Simon: Name meaning ‘He has heard.’ Derived from the Greek form of the Hebrew name Shim-on. Simon is the lastborn child and only son of Sypha and Trevor. Between Simon and his sisters, his talents are not as obvious. He’s not magically gifted like Catherina and he does not have the obvious fighter’s physique like Leona. Nonetheless, despite the lean design I gave him, Simon is a skilled bowman. (Context: Draw weights of medieval bows could be anywhere from 90 to 185 pounds of force, depending on the type of bow.)

Not ‘Simon’s Quest’ Simon. This is a reference to the Lords of Shadow branch of the franchise, which exists outside the timeline. Also, I’m keeping to the medieval tradition that names within families repeat like you wouldn’t believe.

#castlevania #trevor and sypha child #trevor belmont #sypha belnades #castlevania netlix #castlevania fanart #right here always #trevor and sypha children #archive of our own #fanfiction #belmont family #belmont #themysticvixen #autumnmobile12 #original character design #original characters

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Ok, hear me out, the Castlevania Trio with a fem s/o who decided to use the echo of the castle to sing a song for the kids! Like this: https://youtu.be/dHzq0EDVF8o

Awww!! I love JADA’s channel!!

I found her one vid of the DUNE chants remix with the River Lullaby

Trevor - it catches him off guard for a second but it’s so….soft. Reminds him of when he was a child and his mother sang to him

Sypha - she thinks it’s precious! She can’t help but follow the sound of your voice along to the children’s laughter

Alucard - it leaves him Shook™️. If anything, it leaves him reminiscent of Lisa and he’s touched that you would do the same for such little ones

#castlevania #inbox requests #headcanons #my writing #alucard castlevania x reader #castlevania x reader #castlevania x you #alucard farenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #trevor belmont #trevor belmont x reader #sypha belnades #sypha belnades x reader #trephacard

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eggcompany · 5 months

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Fanfic Masterlist (Oneshots)

Smuts are marked with 🔴 NonSmuts are marked with 🔵

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MultiChapter Masterlist

Supernatural

Mtf Castiel x Ftm Dean - Momma's Got a HUGE Cock 🔴

Cas and Dean get Deaged - Kids Who Were Never Children 🔵

Nonbinary Gabriel x Little! Sam 🔵

Little Cas (With Daddy Dean) 🔵

Gabriel x Nonbinary Sam - Getting Ready For A Date 🔵

High School AU - Dean x Benny - Dean x Cas 🔴

Trans! Castiel x Dean - Modern AU

Sherlock

A/B/O - Omega Sherlock x Beta John 🔴

Catboy! Sherlock meets John's friend Lestrade 🔵

Sick/Comfort - Sick Sherlock x John 🔵

Little Sherlock x Daddy John - Brat Sherlock 🔴

Omega John x Omega Sherlock 🔴

The Witcher

Lactating Geralt x Jaskier 🔵

Modern AU - Chubby Jaskier x Fit Geralt 🔵

Sensitive Geralt x Jaskier 🔴

Stomachache Geralt x Comforting Jaskier 🔵

Hannibal/HEU

Adam x Nigel- Corner Store Peepshow 🔴

A/B/O - Female!Hannibal x Will x Adam x Nigel x Duncan 🔴

Female! Hannibal x Will- Pain In The Ass 🔴

Will x Duncan, Will x Adam and Nigel- A/B/O 🔴

Young! Hannibal x Will - Starlight Boy 🔴

Dogboy AU- Puppy! Will x Duncan 🔴

Dogboy Will x Hannibal 🔴

Sub Will x Dom Hannibal - Lingerie 🔴

Little! Will x Daddy Hannibal 🔵

Marvel

Little! Bucky and (Temporary) Caregiver Sam and Thor 🔵

Shy Sub Peter x Daddy Tony - Stealing Clothes 🔴

Bucky and Thor - Friendship - Tower Life 🔵

Sub Bucky x Daddy Steve 🔴

Omega Bucky Gets Helped by Doctor Strange 🔴

Tired Tony x Stephan 🔵

Trans Bucky x Steve - College AU- Does it Matter? 🔴

The Hobbit

Trans! Kili x Tauriel - Voyeurism - A Lovely Man 🔴

Sick/Comfort - Sick Thranduil, Caring Legolas 🔵

Fatherly Thranduil and Depressed Legolas 🔵

Legolas and The Hobbits - Cuddling 🔵

Thranduil and Legolas - Attention seeking Legolas 🔵

Hurt Kili x Curious Tauriel 🔵

Little (prisoner) Kili x Caring/Fatherly Thranduil 🔵

Castlevania

Virgin! Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Wagon Fucking 🔴

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha - Trevor's Birthday Present 🔴

Trans! Alucard x Sypha/Trevor - Stomach Cramps 🔴

Gotham

Ed x Oswald- Trans! Oswald AU- Bleeding Gold, My Love 🔴

Ed x Oswald- Neighbors AU- Neighbors to Fucking 🔴

Ed x Oswald- Asylum Oswald x Office Worker Ed 🔴

Ted Lasso

Dog Hybrids - Roy x Jamie - What a Nasty Little Mutt 🔴

A/B/O - Alpha Roy x Beta Jamie 🔴

MHA/BNHA

A/B/O- Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa - Baby Bakugou's First Heat 🔵

Littles Are Known - Little! Bakugou, Hizashi and Aizawa 🔵

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Gabby x Illya x Napoleon - Big Baby 🔵

Illya x Sad Napoelon 🔵

Hurt/Comfort - Illya x Napoleon 🔵

The Umbrella Academy

Sub Diego x Dom Eudora - DIego's a Good Dog 🔴

Depressed Diego - Comforting Klaus 🔵

Teen Wolf

Drag Performer Stiles x Derek - Femininomenon 🔴

The Punisher/Daredevil

Hurt Matt - Comforting Karen - Poor Vigilante 🔵

Dead Boy Detectives

Edwin x Cat King - No Sex 🔴

Edwin x Cat King - Have Pity, Poor Kitty 🔴

Others

Pushing Daises - Ned x Chuck - Caught Masturbating 🔴

Alex Genya (Jon Bernthal) x Daryl Dixon - A/B/O 🔴

Twilight x Supernatural - Littles Are Known 🔵

NCIS - Littles Are Known - Little! Tony, Timothy, Ziva 🔵

#egg_company #fanfic #smut tag #masterlist #fanfiction #destiel #geraskier #hannigram #spacedogs #nygmobblepot #johnlock #sterek #stucky #starker #royjamie #dead boy detectives #twilight

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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years

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The Missing Bride (I-III)

[Fem. Reader]

Characters: Dracula, Abraham Van Helsing, Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Adrian Tepes, Arthur Holmwood, Dr. John Seward, Quincey Morris, Hector, Isaac

Content: Vampirism, Sexual Themes, Angst, Violence, Unhealthy Dynamics

Note: These characters don’t belong to me, except for Alexandra. Some are meant to replace others: Alucard as Lucy Westenra, Trevor and Sypha as Jonathan and Mina Harker. Dracula is not the same one from Castlevania.

There’ll be historical inaccuracies and such, so just humor me for the sake of the plot. If there’s anything I missed, let me know kindly. Alucard will be referred to as Adrian.

PART ONE

It was a stroke of luck, divine intervention, and the cunning of Dr. Abraham Van Helsing that resulted in the injuring of Dracula and death of his second bride.

“Master!”

His third bride ran to him, hands stained red as she pressed on the wound. The Vampire King moaned in pain. A commanding voice broke through, “[Name]! Get him inside!!” and it belonged to Dracula’s first consort, Alexandra. She was vicious in her attacks, hissing, growling, and slashing at the vampire Hunter with her nails, which had grown excessively.

“Van Helsing!!!”

If hatred alone could kill someone, he would’ve fallen dead in seconds. At the sound of his name, [Name] turned, meeting the gaze of the man whose blue eyes held oceans of knowledge. Both of them had betrayed each other; the trust that once connected them had been fractured and it would never heal entirely.

Placing her husband in the safety of his coffin, [Name] looked at him with tender eyes. It reminded Dracula why he fell for her. Gripping the back of her neck, he brought it closer to his mouth, sinking his fangs ever so gently and taking until he was satisfied. She let him, releasing a silent cry. “My dear bride..” he whispered and without sparing a moment, kissed her, [Name]’s blood still on his lips. Crimson filled their mouths, staining their skin with the act. “We will protect you.” Dracula mirrored her smile, pleased that she worried for him, “I’m fortunate to have such a devoted wife.”

When Alexandra returned, she had a displeased expression. “Is he dead?” Upon listening to [Name]’s query which sounded like mild concern, the raven haired beauty snarled, “That damned man, I’ll get him!” She was livid. Her master had been grievously injured and they’d lost a sister. It would be fruitless to cast all of the blame on the precious third bride, but she had played a part in this. And so, Alexandra’s fist made contact with her cheek, blasting poor [Name] to the foot of the steps. “You befriended a Hunter!”

The latter hung her head in shame, face covered by a curtain of hair. Dracula opened his pupils, hearing the commotion; he made a slow gesture with his hand, reprimanding his wives as if they were children, despite both of them being older than a hundred years. “Don’t fight my dear Alexandra, be gentle to our [Name].” The female vampire sighed heavily, cursing in her native tongue.

“You shall find me a new bride whilst I rest.” Both women could not hide their surprise, [Name] choosing to ask, confused, wondering if he was in mourning as they were, “So soon, master?” Once again, Alexandra hissed warningly, “Do not question him!” Because of her seniority and power, the younger vampire bent her will, nodding in obedience.

Dracula could not walk in the sun, amongst the living. He was a creature of darkness and was thus, cursed to remain forever in the shadows. However, his brides could roam the earth freely, though they were still bound to him, as long as his blood ran in their veins.

After sealing Dracula in his crypt, the two wives left the castle and scoured the lands. Throughout the years they encountered many prospect-able individuals, but none worthy to receive immortality. “This is fruitless..” How easy if they could just pluck anyone to be theirs, but their master would not be pleased. “We mustn’t give up.” Their hearts were shattered by the loss of one of their own, but they had to continue their endless search. “Perhaps we should travel the New World.”

And so they did. Boarding the Demeter, the two vampires commenced yet another journey to a place they’d never set foot on, far away from home.

They stood there, still as statues, listening as the waves rocked the ship, Eventually it was [Name] who broke the silence, “Alexandra?” The latter made a small noise of acknowledgment. Wisps of hair blew gently with the wind. “Do you think Elisabeta is at peace now?” Unwilling to answer the question as to where the second bride was, Alexandra groaned internally, craning her head, staring at the expecting eyes of [Name]. Instead, reminiscing at the turning of this spoiled, younger bride.

Naivety had led her to a dark path. When she was human, despite the warnings of those around her, [Name] fell for the strange and mysterious lord that had set his gaze on her. Ignorant to his real nature, she was turned. Without fully understanding the consequences of her actions, [Name] continued visiting her family and village, foolishly believing they would accept her. Rather—the humans set fire to her home, trapping her family inside for being guilty of communing with ‘devils’.

Her wails were dreadful upon finding her home and cherished family gone, chilling those who heard it to the bone. As retribution, the other three slaughtered everyone. Not a single person made it out alive. Rivers ran red and the smell of ash permeated the land which would remain inhabitable for centuries, cursed…

“Wherever Elisabeta is, does not matter anymore.”

“So, what is your reason for travel?” Alexandra swiveled, watching [Name] talking with another guest that had approached the isolated area— the two’s previous chat completely forgotten. She sighed. How uncouth. He smelled terribly, his scent obscured by an obscene amount of perfume. [Name] allowed a sickly sweet smile to grace her lips, though not directed at him. Alexandra looked unamused, not bothering to hide her distaste, “You know I hate feeding on men.”

“What ?”

Both spoke as if he wasn’t there, “Yes, but he’s plump, and I’m famished!”

“Fine.” As they nearly crushed the man with their inhuman strength, the eldest scoffed, “Next time, I’m picking our meal and it’ll be more pleasant than this.” [Name] wasn’t listening, her mouth buried in the man’s carotid.

PART TWO

Adrian Tepes felt himself falling into a wellness of never ending sorrow and solitude. His affliction began with the death of his parents, each within a year. His mother Lisa perished in a fire after trying to help people escape a burning chapel, and his father could not handle the pain of losing the one whom he loved most. His heart broke completely.

Even though Adrian was at his worst, he still urged his dear friends to marry. Trevor had sustained a life threatening injury on a hunting mission and not wanting history to repeat itself, Adrian bid farewell to Sypha, sending her off to Wallachia while he remained in England. Still, the loss he felt was too great—he was empty inside, grieving day and night. The only consolation was the brief companionship of three men he’d met, all different yet similar in the affection they shared for him. Despite Adrian’s rejection to their proposals, they remained by his side.

With a mournful sigh, he opened the morning newspaper, the news of an incident at the docks peaking his interest. The nature of it brutal, enough to garner the attention of the Hunter society; he was sure Dr. Van Helsing or one the members would inspect the case, if there was anything or anyone left.

There was. To be exact, two individuals survived the massacre, though they were no longer entirely human. Initially part of the crew, Isaac and Hector were narrowly spared; one of them to navigate the waters and the other, because he possessed an intellect beyond the regular person. “Assist us, and we will grant you anything you may desire.” Whether it was greed, mere survival, or actual desire, both men accepted the terms and conditions, serving them temporarily as familiars. “What is it that you want?” questioned Isaac, not easily intimidated as he stared them directly in the eye. His boldness appealed to the female vampires, “We’re searching for our bride.”

“Oh?”

Arrangements were made for them to stay to stay in Carfax—courtesy of falsified documents that Hector had forged—an aged estate, though it reminded the women of Castle Dracula so they actually saw no issue with their accommodations. “We’ll require you to be our eyes and ears. Understood?”

“Perfectly, My Lady.”

Dressed in the latest fashion, the immortal pair explored the bustling streets of London. “Do you think master will allows us to visit after we find our bride?” [Name] was dazzled, eyes bright at the marvels of modern time. Alexandra answered in a bored tone, “Perhaps. Though I can’t say I would be ecstatic.” She sneered, not overly fond of the uncleanliness and lecherous glances she was receiving.

Adrian tended to visit a tavern almost daily, drowning his miseries in alcohol as well as his inheritance. What was the use of a great fortune if he had no one? He doesn’t quite remember getting into a fight nor being thrown out. Strewn unconsciously in an alley, men approached with the intentions to rob him down to the last coin. He felt them ruffle through his layers, searching for anything he might hide. Adrian Tepes was truly at his lowest.

“I’m hungry.”

“Don’t be so impatient.”

Screams resonated throughout the empty street in the direction the thief’s had headed; smart folk knew better than to check it out. Ignorance was bliss. Footsteps neared, stopping in front of Adrian. “Oh my.” The voice was soft, feminine. [Name] lowered herself, the skirts of her dress gracing the ground. She examined the golden curls of the collapsed man, whose strands shone like the sun. Humming, [Name] got closer, “What an angelic face~ Did God Himself carve this?” she ran a curious finger over his jawline, tutting at the forming bruise on his cheekbone. Hearing such things about him caused Adrian to open his eyes ever so slightly. When he met those of [Name], they gleamed in awe. To him, she was beautiful beyond belief. “It seems you frightened him.” Another voice, this one callous. Adrian felt a heel kick his leg lightly, probably probing at his inebriated state. “He reeks.” He groaned in disagreement, causing Alexandra to chuckle. “This man amuses me. Do you like him too, [Name]? Shall we take him?”

There was cause to be concerned when [Name] held Adrian into a sort of embrace, carrying him as if he was but a feather. However, he was touch starved to the point where he relished at her forward actions.

When he awoke, Adrian laid in someone’s bedroom, resting on a divan filled with the softest materials. Nearby he heard pained whimpers. Tracing his gaze towards said sounds, which made his trousers tighten, he came face with the sensual figures of the women who’d found him. Rouge bloomed in his cheeks at the sight; the smaller woman laid beneath a raven haired beauty, her dress pushed downwards, enough to expose her collarbones and the top of her breasts, “Aah!” There was a crunching sound, like biting an apple. [Name]’s cries rang as Alexandra dipped her fangs into the curve of her shoulder blade. Adrian felt awkward, not knowing what to do. It felt rude to stay and watch but how would he leave? He didn’t know the way out, much less where he was. As if sensing his thoughts, [Name] stared at him through half-closed lids, possibly what one might call bedroom eyes, not that he’d experienced that before. She outstretched a hand, beckoning him. Adrian swallowed, slowly standing as if he entranced. Alexandra sensed him approaching but she still focused her attention on taking blood from [Name], her mouth pressed harshly against the smooth skin of the other.

When their hands made contact, Adrian nearly buckled, interlacing his fingers with [Name]’s. He was enamored, wishing to kiss her petal lips, drawn to the pinkness of her supple mouth. The young man became infatuated. When [Name] curled her fingers behind his head, bringing him down to a kiss, Adrian fell in love. Out of his lips escaped wanton noises, which she swallowed. This woman was filling his heart with desire and love that he so badly craved. He felt wanted. “You’ve been so lonely, haven’t you?” Unable to speak, he nodded fervently, tears dropping down his flushed cheeks. “Shh..” [Name] comforted him, licking a stripe of his sorrow, tasting the saltiness. In that moment, he would have laid down his life if she asked. Shaking his head, Adrian knelt again for a kiss, stealing more from [Name]’s lips. He was nearly lost when Alexandra pulled him back, not so gently, by his hair. Her mouth terrific and red , opened wide with gnashing fangs. “You’re awfully familiar with my master’s bride. Allow me to teach you manners, uneducated man.”

Adrian wanted to protest, though said comment died in his mind as he was shoved into the plush mattress. Alexandra rested between his legs, making quick work of his trousers. [Name] settled herself behind Adrian, spreading her thighs so he could fit. His head rested on her soft breasts, nearly going insane with her intoxicating smell. It permeated his entire being, filled his brain with nothing but her.

His soul nearly launched out of his body when Alexandra’s cold hand met his warm skin, running goosebumps down his form. A choked noise got stuck in his throat, but was soothed by a tender kiss on the temple by the woman behind him. The vile vampire tugged expertly at his member, her slender and nimble fingers making Adrian ascend mentally all the while [Name] murmured honeyed words in his ear. “I’m— please! Let me come..!” he begged.

Torturously, Alexandra grinned like the monster she was, “I’m afraid we’ve run out of time.” Adrian’s eyes shot open, waking with a startle, taking a moment to realize he was in the comfort of his bedroom. Sunlight seeped through the door length windows, a gentle breeze moving the curtains. He looked around, desperately searching for the women who had caused him to soil his sheets. With a defeated sigh, he laid back down.

“I will find you.” He vowed.

After trying to wipe the evidence of his lust clean, to spare himself the embarrassment that would follow when the maid came to collect his sheets, he eventually gave up, deciding to write the explicit and vivid dream in his notebook. Remembering it made his member harden, but this time he took care of it himself. Adrian felt conflicted; he’d never quite done things like these, having been a virtuous man but the seed of corruption sent racks of pleasure through his body that he no longer wanted to resist. Although he came, he yearned for the touch of the soft beauty that held him with care. All he knew, was that he had to see her again. Soon. He would have to use the association’s resources to do this and while he was ashamed, he also didn’t regret it.

After changing his clothes and answering Sypha’s letter (she’d expressed concern for his lack of response), Adrian left his manor hurriedly.

PART THREE

“You’re so wicked mistress.”

Isaac was amused by his employer’s antics. Alexandra shared his sense of humor, but [Name] frowned, turning to the man beside her, “Hector, do you think me wicked?”

He was caught off guard, answering bashfully, “Hm? Oh, no, I-I don’t think you’re wicked.” Normally he was a person with great speech but [Name]’s gaze made him tongue tied. He was very much inexperienced with women.

“You’re my favorite. I wish I could keep you.”

“We’ve no business here but to collect our bride.” Alexandra reminded, chiding the younger vampire. Restless, [Name] decided to leave the confines of Carfax.

Outside, the wind blew almost violently. Adrian wandered the streets aimlessly searching. He’d constructed a plan after investigating new arrivals to the city. When he heard the women speak, he knew they must’ve been foreigners, for their words were coated in an ancient accent. Using his connections, he managed to find a group of individuals who’d taken residence in the area. They were described by neighbors as odd but relatively harmless (or so it seemed). Adrian exhausted the place but no sign of the one he was looking for. His feet ached, and even with thoughts of resigning, his efforts were rewarded upon spotting a familiar woman. Initially he thought her a mirage, but then realized it was no hallucination, she was truly there in the flesh. “It’s you!” He screamed, causing her head to snap upwards, as she’d been distracted. Adrian was nearly ran over several times as he recklessly crossed the busy street. To the rest he looked like a madman, but [Name] smiled warmly as he ran towards her, “It truly is you!” Sharing his mirth, the boredom which had previously filled her dissipated. Adrian locked hands, clutching them tightly, fearing she would disappear as before. Not wanting to attract too much attention, the vampire led him to a desolate street, where—without prompting, Adrian spared no moment to kiss [Name], quite desperately. It was clumsy but passionate. She smiled, not returning the action, watching carefully as he frowned needily. Dracula and Alexandra always held their seniority over her, bending [Name] to their will, and now she could finally see why they enjoyed it. “You’re so eager, dear.” “Don’t leave again,” he begged yet demanded. His fingers curled at the curvature of her waists before it traveled to the dip of her breasts. [Name] let out a sigh of pleasure, “I will visit you tonight, my beloved. Will you wait?” The affectionate sobriquet had Adrian trembling with desire. It felt like a goodbye and he refused to let go; eventually, he nodded, burying his head in the crook of her neck. “I’m hard…” he murmured awkwardly. Sliding down the wall in which she’d been initially pushed onto, [Name] kneeled in front of Adrian, “I will take care of you.”

Nothing was harder, at that moment, than trying to suppress his moans as [Name] took Adrian in her mouth, the warmth and softness making him die a little. The blood that rushed to this member made the vampire practice restraint. She worked her tongue solely for him, glancing at Adrian with curious eyes. He couldn’t handle it, his fingers tangling themselves in her well-kept hair, trying to bring her closer than she already was. ‘Come for me. I will take it all’ he heard the voice inside his mind. What was he to do, but to oblige?

Afterwards, he felt a little guilt about messing up the sophisticated hairstyle that he’d ruined, but watching [Name], who at this point introduced herself, lick her lips made him want to do it all over again. He muttered her name as if it was one of the earth’s mysteries. As a reminder of their promise, [Name] kissed him farewell and he was able to taste himself with the action. A second more and she would have jumped him, finding it difficult to resist his blood, especially when his heart beat so fast for her. [Name] searched for an easy meal, absentmindedly bumping into a woman who gave her a haughty glare of disdain. She’d seen her with Adrian, two nobles acting like a pair of degenerates. Reminded of Alexandra’s constant disapproval with her actions, [Name] was swift to make the lady into a midday refreshment. Pulling back after she’d drained and dropping the corpse to the dirty ground, she wiped at her mouth, staining the gloves.

“Alexandra is right, women taste better,” she called out to the shadows. Silence greeted her, but the vampire knew better. “You can tell her I won’t be returning tonight.” Isaac revealed himself, not caring that he’d been caught. [Name] felt a level of respect towards him, but part of her felt irked, insulted even, that the older vampire would send anyone to watch, as if she was a careless child. Isaac stood there momentarily, examining the state of his employer before giving a faux bow and retiring.

She had the intent to throw the gloves away but before she could do so, someone else crashed into her form. It only happened because the scent that surrounded the man was, unmistakably, the same as Adrian’s. Looking up, [Name] was met with a handsome face, “Sorry little lady, I did not see you there. Though I must be blind to miss such a beauty like you.” He was a charmer. “Oh, that’s alright.” Another figure bent down to pick up the gloves, raising a brow at the spots of blood. He was fair, pretty for a man. “We apologize for our clumsiness miss.” The first gentleman, who had a different accent, thicker than those of the English, asked, “Are you feeling well?” Concern was reflected in his warm brown eyes. “Yes! I suffer from frequent nosebleeds,” she answered in a flustered voice. “We have a friend, Dr. Seward, we’ll be meeting him soon. Would you like for him to take a look you?” It was a forward suggestion, one that she turned down. “I appreciate the offer gentlemen, but I, too, am meeting someone. Thank you.” She left them little room to reply, sauntering away as they watched in a stupored state.

Adrian waited impatiently, having pushed all errands and meetings to another day. He had even left drinking, momentarily. His ears perked at the soft rapping on his windows. [Name] stood there, smiling, “Well, are you going to invite me inside?” The glass door opened wider, “Yes! Please come in.” It seemed unreal, having her there, in the private space of his room, examining everything under a careful eye. Cocking her head to the side, she lured him closer, “Come to me, Adrian.” With three curt steps, he was in her arms.

Both of them fell backwards, landing on the neatly made bed. [Name] took initiative, guessing correctly that Adrian had little to no experience in these matters. That’s not to say that she was an expert—her master was the only man she’d laid with, though with time, she was no longer a flowering virgin. Her hands explored the vastness of his soft skin, sending shivers down his spine. She traced his hips, waist, ribs, before stopping at his nipples. “Unghh..” grinning at the lewd sounds coming from him, [Name] knew to focus there. Lifting the shirt, she threw it across the room, sucking and nibbling gently at his pinkish buds. “If you do that—!” Momentarily pulling away, which resulted in her sitting exactly on his member that felt more strained by each second, Adrian confessed, “Please, let me take you. I want to feel you inside, not just your mouth, please!” He was so pretty. His hair crowned his head and the flush in his cheeks made her grant his desires. “You beg so nicely, of course I’ll let you do what you want.”

Shedding himself inside felt so good that it took all of his will not to come. Adrian panted, the veins in his temple straining with effort. He was deep in thought, trying to focus on the task. “You’re so perfect. Master will be pleased.”

“What..?”

It was difficult, trying to decipher the meaning of her words all the while thrusting. Laughing, she squeezed, “Have you not realized, my love? We’ve finally found the missing bride.”

“M-Missing bride?” he panted.

“Yes, for the master.”

Perhaps it was childish of him, but Adrian felt jealous, not wanting to share his affections with another man, one whom he did not know in the slightest. Still, he could not afford the luxury of feeling that way, since he was a paramour. This prompted him to ask, “What am I to you?” Her honesty would break his heart but he yearned to know; he felt like Pandora, itching to open the box. [Name] nearly groaned out of impatience, but humored Adrian with an honest answer, “You’re the one.” His brows pinched, awfully close to achieving his release.

“Would I become your husband?” he asked, this time clearly and hopefully. She shook her head, as if it was a silly thought. “No. You’d be the master’s.” Adrian was conflicted, his heavy thrusts coming to a stop. “…If I don’t?” His words tentative, testing the waters. Despite being quite literally connected to [Name], he felt detached when she revealed they would never see each other ever again. “You will live and die, I won’t.” She brought a hand to his cheek, “To be together forever, you must accept the gift, though it does not come at an easy price. It’ll cost you everything: your friends, family, this place. Are you prepared to leave it behind?” Adrian thought of everyone else; they way they happily led their lives. He imagined if this is what his father felt when he lost his mother. Trevor and Sypha came to mind; he loved them dearly but he felt abandoned by them. He felt a tinge of resentment course through his veins. Arthur, Quincey, and John… he knows they tried to love him but it just wasn’t enough. [Name] was. She was tangible, for now, but if she left, she would become only a memory and that’s not something he wanted. If he didn’t have her, Adrian would regret it for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, his hold tightened, to the point to bruising, mating her into the mattress harder than before, declaring, “I will leave everything behind, for you.” Clear droplets fell onto [Name]’s cheek and it took Adrian a moment to realize that he was crying. More tears welled in his eyes, “Please. I will do anything you ask of me, but please, please don’t leave..!” Heart swelled with love, she wiped the tears carefully, “You’re so beautiful, I could die again just looking at you.”

“Please accept me,” his request had double meaning, asking for permission to release and an answer to her proposal. [Name] nodded. She placed a myriad of kisses across his collarbone and shoulder till it lead to his neck. Prepared, she bit Adrian, sucking his blood slowly as he moaned, resuming his previous ministrations. Shortly after, he came with a thunderous force, pumping all of his life into [Name].

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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?”

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