#romanian phrases

[romanian-atease]

A călători - to travel

Am venit în interes de serviciu - I'm here on business

Am o întâlnire cu... - I have a meeting with...

Mâine am o întâlnire cu... - Tomorrow I have a meeting with...

Unde este...? - Where is...?

Unde este centrul de afaceri? - Where's the business center?

Unde este sala de conferințe? - Where's the conference room?

Unde este sala de ședințe? - Where's the meeting room?

Sunt aici pentru... - I'm here for...

Sunt aici pentru un seminar - I'm here for a seminar

Sunt aici pentru o conferință - I'm here for a conference

Sunt aici pentru o întâlnire de afaceri - I'm here for a business meeting

Sunt aici pentru o întâlnire - I'm here for a meeting

Luați loc, vă rog - Take a seat, please

Dați-mi voie să vă prezint... - Allow me to introduce...

Aș vrea să fac o fotocopie - I would like to make a photocopy

Aș vrea să trimit un e-mail - I would like to send an e-mail

Aș vrea să trimit un fax - I would like to send a fax

Mi-a făcut plăcere să vă cunosc - It was a pleasure to meet you

Mă bucur să te cunosc - Nice to meet you

#learn romanian #romanian #romanian vocabulary #limba romana #romanian langblr #romanian language #romanian vocab #romanian conversational phrases #in romanian #rumuński #romanian learning #learnromanian #learn romanian with me #expresii conversationale #romanian phrases #Useful Phrases #romanian tumblr

[estbela]

thought: Moldavia (my OC) sometimes speaking romanian with a moldavian accent/speaking the moldavian dialect of romanian. They can speak standard romanian perfectly fine, but the moldavian dialect is what comes to them naturally I guess, especially when drunk or feeling a lot of emotions.

I think Ro also speak in the wallachian dialect naturally. Specifically the way it is spoken in Muntenia.

#just talking recreationally #Sorry if my phrasing is weird I am tired #Hetalia #Romania #Moldavia #Aph #Hws #As a moldavian romanian(aka a romanian from Moldavia the region) this is important to me alright

[phycorb]

Eu não sabia que a língua Romena era tão bonita! Happy speak your language day!

Thank you!!! Şi limba ta este frumoasă!

#i could somewhat guess what that said! I love how all latin languages are similar #barclaysbianca #you: romanian is beautiful!! #the translation of these phrases: 'you pull me out of my melons' #'stop rubbing mint' #'you found the devil'

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Duolingo is hysterical. I can’t ask someone what time it is or anything else useful, but I can let someone know I eat eggplant for breakfast.

#duolingo #the phrases are ridiculous #who eats eggplant for breakfast? #is this a cultural difference or something?? #this is what happens when I try to learn Romanian #language #learning languages

[mihai-florescu]

I didn't get much but I'm so happy with all that i got!!!

Both of the shirts are original and i got them for fairly cheap!!! AND MY BABY GIRL SANEMI FIGURE <<33 the pins and stickers i bought from some artists at the con!! I had so much fun!!

Im so glad you had fun!! I looove the mob shirt, im gonna steal it from you. And the stickers?? So so cool!

#may you wear them in good health #<-direct translation of a romanian saying im not sure if it's a phrase in english too or not. either way i hope the message comes across #ask #bunny🐰

[irresia]

no bc im losing it

so in english it's "I never knew you were a hugger" which is incredibly painful and all that

and so I went to check out the norwegian dub for shits n giggles and to laugh at the voices and mf sonic says "I KNEW you were a hugger!"

I NEED TO BE SEDATED

edit 1:

edit 2: NEW LANGUAGES!!! IT GETS CUTER FOR EVERY FUCKING DUB

@dykedandelion: sonic in french says "ON A JAMAIS ÉTÉ AUSSI PROCHE" which means "WE'VE NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE"

I checked the swedish dub and sonic says: "TÄNK ATT DU KAN VARA SÅ KRAMIG" which means something like "TO THINK THAT YOU CAN BE SO HUGGABLE"=!"=)!)"!=

@lephalacat courteously gave me a heart attack by giving the korean dub, where sonic says: "너한테 안기는 날이 오다니" which means "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DAY ARRIVED FOR ME TO GET HUGGED BY YOU"

with the combined effort of @wackyunicornart and @dykedandelion they've expertly deduced what sonic says in the dutch dub: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE SUCH A CUDDLER" i need aIR

@shadowthehedgehog swooped in with a delicious spanish one where sonic says: "QUIEN DIRÍA QUE TE GUSTABA ABRAZAR" which is "WHO KNEW YOU LIKED TO HUG" I NEED TO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY

@luankuro in Portuguese sonic says something akin to "DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO AFFECTIONATE/TENDER" THIS SEASON HAS RUINED ME

@tenebraevesper graciously handed over both the croatian dub and the german dub; both of them just as DEVASTATING - in croatian, sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU LIKE TO HUG", and in german, he says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU'RE INTO HUGGING" THESE HEDGEHOGS ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME

I will join @kyri45 in their several several processing business days after the italian dub was revealed to have sonic say: "I DIDN'T SEE YOU AS SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE TYPE"

@polaris-reblog and from the left field we have an INCREDIBLE Thai dub with sonic that says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D BE THE TYPE TO CARRY/PICK PEOPLE UP" CAN I GET A WAHOO

@windpolygon comes in with an absolute gem in russian: "DO YOU LIKE/LOVE TO HUG" SO WHAT IF HE DOES

@transgender-battlekukku runs in with Brazilian Portuguese that has sonic say: "EU NÃO SABIA QUE VOCÊ ERA TÃO CARINHOSO" which they so lovingly translate to "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO LOVING/AFFECTIONATE" FELLAS WE DIDN'T KNOW EITHER BEFORE TODAY

the polish version, given by @hereissananxiousmess, has sonic being a sMARTASS, saying: "AH SO YOU DO LIKE TO HUG" JESUS CHRIST THIS GETS CUTER EACH TIME

the Galician version has me by the tHROAT okay @shadowthtrash so in this version sonic says: "Nunca pensei que me foses levar no colo" which means "I'VE NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD CRADLE ME AROUND" OUEGHR that's so cute

@mmiriozuzo turkish dub and sub is sO sweet honestly bc in the dub he says: "Sarılmayı sevdiğini hiç bilmiyordum", which translates to "I NEVER KNEW YOU LIKED HUGGING" while the turkish sub writes: "Sen sarılmayı sever miydin?" which means "SO YOU LIKE HUGGING?"

@ash-doodles-stuff went for my soul by revealing what the japanese and hindi version says; in Japanese, sonic says: "TO BE HELD IN YOUR ARMS" SONIC PLEASE - in the hindi version he says: "DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED HUGS AND STUFF" OEURGH I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THESE

@sonicposting joins the bandwagon by announcing the romanian version has sonic saying: "n-am știut că-ți place în brațe", which means something like "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE BEING HELD" although "it's hard to translate, but the way it is phrased implies that sonic didn't know shadow likes being held" THESE DUBS WILL END ME ONE DAY

@cosmicgirlypop runs in with the Arabic dub, where sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE HUGS!" this is the yEAR OF SONADOW PEOPLE BC SHADOW SAYS "STAY WITH ME SONIC" AS A RESPONSE

@geek-leak slides in with the Finnish dub that has sonic saying: "En tiennyt et oot halijäbä" which roughly translates to "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE A HUGGER-DUDE/HUG-DUDE" he truly is a smartass even when dying god bless

@indigocloudofnarcolepsy sprints in with a gem in hungarian, where sonic says: "Nem tudtam, hogy ölelkezős vagy!" which is "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE A HUGGER" EVERY VARIANT IS SO CUTE

@scarlets-land-of-chaos-and-men NO EXPLANATION NEEDED BUT I NEED AIR

@darkmatters-ghost decided to decimate my every molecule with the Mandarin Chinese version where sonic says: "我不知道你喜欢抱抱， 啊。" bào (抱) means cuddle, and if you say a verb twice, it makes it informal and cutesy. Basically, he said, "aw, I didn't know you were such a cuddle-bug!"

C U D D L E B U G

suffice to say I think english is the glaring, obvious outlier here JHDJHDS

THE DUBBERS ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS BEHIND THIS IS TRULY THE YEAR OF SONADOW

#I NEED PEACE #people please check the comments this is the cutest shit ever #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime season 3 #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #god i'll never recover #genuinely #POINT AND LAUGH PEOPLE I'M MISERABLE AND GIDDY OVER THIS SHOW #sonic prime

[voidhri]

Bela's late valentine gift for MC ❤️

1. I'm gonna excuse the weird phrasing bc I'm half asleep, and wouldn't Bela speak Romanian as her first language?

2. I might do a follow up with MC

#resident lover #resident lover game #bela dimitrescu #my art

[koolades-world]

this was a request via comment for a romanian mc! if this was you and you would like your name to be attached to this, please let me know!

enjoy :)

Romanian Mc

Lucifer

he won't admit it to anyone, but he's a fiend for romanian cheese, specifically sheep cheese

alright, maybe he'll tell you since you're the one who provides it for him

it's not uncommon to find him awake late at night, but if you find him in front of the fridge he's either getting his late night chocolates or his late night cheese haha

he'll lighten your chores and everything if you leave some in the fridge for him with his name on it <3

Mammon

he loves the phrase "don’t mess with Romanians because their favorite dish is served during funerals"

he will go around saying that to the people he wants to intimidate with you? you're not really sure what direction he was going with that

if that works or not is determined by whoever he's talking to

the only person it's worked on was luke before you really bonded, and that was quickly debunked once he got to know you haha

Levi

he's almost wary about how quickly you warm up to him despite how closed off he is

i mean, he almost killed you for crying out loud yet you still want to be his friend

once he eventually lets you in, he learns that you are actually just a very sweet, welocoming person

he feels so bad for the whole almost killing you thing after that, and that it was just over TSL

Satan

he's always wanted to go to bucharest

specifically for the carturesti carusel bookshop, it's basically his dream and he wants to live in a place like that

he's always dropping hints that he wants to go and eventually states it outright as an invitation for you to go with him

while you're in the country, he also wants to go visit any family you might have there

Asmo

he loves all the little phrases and idioms you use

his personal favorite has to be "you're selling me doughnuts" or "you're rubbing the mint"

of course he starts picking them up too

before you knew it, everyone else started saying it too since it's asmo and everyone wants to be him!

Beel

he so looks forward to the first of may every year because that means he gets to enjoy a romanian barbeque hosted by you!

his all time favorite is mici

you always have to slap his hand away from the grill to keep him from grabbing them off early

you're not entirety sure if that would hurt him or not, but it's mostly a principle thing haha

Belphie

the first time you made sarmale for the whole house, he was the only one who actually knew how much work you put into make them

he was sitting next to you while you made them, and after watching you roll a few, he eventually asked if you could teach him too!

the two of you spent a while making them together, and while it was obvious who made which ones, the two of you had a great time

and, now he knows how to make sarmale :)

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[mapsontheweb]

Indoeuropean languages in Europe

Historical Roots: The Indo-European language family is believed to have originated in the Eurasian Steppe around 4000-2500 BCE. From there, groups of speakers migrated to various parts of Europe, contributing to the linguistic diversity of the continent.

by hunmapper

Language Diversification: Indo-European languages in Europe have evolved into numerous branches and sub-branches. Some of the major branches include:

Romance Languages: Descendants of Latin, including French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and Romanian.

Germanic Languages: Including English, German, Dutch, Swedish, and others. Slavic Languages: Such as Russian, Polish, Czech, and Bulgarian. Celtic Languages: Including Irish, Scottish Gaelic, and Welsh. Hellenic Languages: Mainly Greek. Baltic Languages: Such as Lithuanian and Latvian. Indo-Iranian Languages: Including Hindi, Bengali, and Persian. Cultural Significance: Indo-European languages have played a pivotal role in shaping European culture, history, and literature. Greek and Latin, for instance, have had a profound influence on science, philosophy, and the development of the Roman Empire.

Language Revival: Some Indo-European languages in Europe, such as Irish and Welsh, have experienced language revival efforts in recent decades. These efforts aim to preserve and revitalize languages that were declining in usage.

Language Contact: Due to centuries of contact and migration, many Indo-European languages have borrowed words and phrases from each other. This phenomenon, known as linguistic borrowing, has enriched the vocabulary and expressions of these languages.

#maps #hunmapper #europe #igsourced #language families #indo-european languages

[wtfduolingo]

(ID: Romanian Duolingo phrase that translates to "they are naked in the evening")

I like how she looks so tired about this happening constantly

#duolingo #romanian

[layla4567]

OPLA MEN WITH A SPANISH SPEAKER READER (Female)

Feat Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy

This is purely self-indulgent sorry not sorry 👀

warnings: a little suggestive

MIHAWK

🌹 Honestly, he wasn't surprised when he heard you speak Spanish. You were in his castle sitting in the armchair reading while you had a cup of tea, he was doing the same thing near you only he had opted for a glass of wine. You could only hear the fire crackling in the fireplace, the silence was so quiet that your voice could be heard loud and clear. You were reading a book in Spanish and in a low voice you murmured the phrases you read. Your voice was just a whisper soft and delicate enough to cover a child, yet Mihawk heard it and raised an eyebrow, momentarily taking his eyes off his book with slight curiosity to look at you.

🌹 You were very focused on reading, your eyes slowly scanned the pages from left to right while your lips moved as if you were praying. The only thing that caught the warlord's attention was that you were reading in a low voice. Being such a cultured man, he was quite knowledgeable about different languages, he himself spoke Romanian, and Mihawk had already heard you without wanting to speak in your language when one day you had slightly cut your calf with his sword when you tried to grab it and you had let out a expletive in spanish

🌹 "My dear, you don't need to mumble to read a book, did you know that?" He said with his gaze on his own book. You raised your head from your book, looking at him surprised and blushing with embarrassment. He wasn't looking at you but you knew he was paying attention to your reaction, watching you through his peripheral vision. You hid in your red book again, with shame. You didn't want to bother him, you knew that he appreciated silence above many things, but sometimes you couldn't help but read quietly, you felt that this way you remembered the plot better and lived it with more intensity. But not only that embarrassed you, but the fact that he had heard you speak Spanish, you weren't stupid, you knew that he had already heard you before. You still remember that time when he scolded you for trying to hold his sword and you let out a "Mierda" when you cut your leg. Obviously he had heard you say that but he hid it pretty well, and you didn't know why he downplayed it and wasn't surprised.

🌹 What you didn't know is that he knew how to speak more languages. He had never mentioned it before so you didn't know this fact. Since you loved to read, you felt great security being in the castle library, so I took refuge there several times in a row to read your favorite books, which were always in Spanish because you felt more comfortable reading in your own language. One afternoon Dracule entered the library to read just like you and when he saw you he stopped dead, you were there again reading in a low voice. He pretended that it bothered him that you murmured but internally he found it adorable how your mouth moved and your eyes ran over the pages of the books. He grabbed a book from a shelf and walked up behind you. “What are you reading, darling?” His deep voice surprised you so you looked up and met his yellow eyes, Mihawk swore he could become weak if you gave him that doe look and from that angle. "Oh it's called "100 años de soledad" It's about a family that lives in an isolated town called Macondo without having contact with anyone." Dracule Mihawk raised an eyebrow intrigued "I'll have to read it someday then" And then he sat down in an armchair to read. He could have gone somewhere else but you had the habit of reading together, even if he didn't say it or show he appreciated your company.

🌹 He wanted to continue reading but you couldn't help but stop reading and look at him, he was focused on his own book. You knew this would upset him but you had to ask him "Mihawk… why aren't you surprised that I speak Spanish?" You said shyly. He looked at you slowly and sighed, "Did you want me to be surprised?" He seemed to dodge the question with indifference and a slight degree of irritation "No but… it's just that… I almost never speak Spanish" He sighed long "Little bird, you haven't discovered America, I also know how to speak other languages" This made you go down. your book completely rested on your lap, you looked at him really amazed "Wait, what? Why didn't you ever tell me?" "For the same reason that you never told me that you spoke Spanish, I don't like to talk about myself." Yes, since you knew him he has always been very secretive about his personal life and he knew you well enough to know that you were the same.

🌹 The days passed and you tried to find out what languages ​​he knew how to speak. You imagined the most "exotic" ones you could think of: Russian, Japanese, French, etc. Even, why not? Maybe he also spoke Spanish. Your mission from now on was to follow him closely to get information from him.

🌹 You obviously failed. His lips were sealed like a tomb. "If you want to know more about me, you'll have to try harder than that" He told you one day, and you listened to him. Your strategy was to always be as close to him as possible and listen carefully. Just listen in silence, stealthy like a little mouse

🌹 Until the day arrived, slowly but surely. One morning Mihawk was looking for his cross that he had taken out the night before and now he couldn't find it. Then he quietly muttered some words that you didn't know the meaning of but that sounded similar to Russian or German. You tried to hide your excitement by simply glancing at him out of the corner of your eye and smiling slightly even though inside you were doing the victory dance.

🌹 One afternoon you couldn't help it and you asked him what language he had spoken that morning "Please just tell me" You said pleadingly to which he rolled his eyes. But you insisted so much, giving him pouts or puppy eyes that he responded, "It was Romanian, now will you leave me alone?" Smiling happily, you jumped and gave him a hug and you didn't care that he didn't return it, your satisfaction was greater.

🌹 You never knew how, but the following weeks you insisted that he teach you some words in Romanian (and other languages) and you taught him some in Spanish (although he already had a slight knowledge of that language, it was good for him to reinforce it) "Repeat, ingerul meu" He said. You repeated the phrase slowly. "What does it mean?" You asked, he approached your ear "My angel" And then you blushed and smiled. Other times you two competed to see who could seduce the other better or which language was the most romantic. It was a constant teasing where none of you gave up.

SHANKS

⛵ You had joined his crew a long time ago and the pirates, including Shanks himself, already thought they knew everything about you, except that you knew how to speak Spanish.

⛵ You were coincidentally on the island one day along with the crew, you and Shanks had disembarked to buy supplies. You had separated to buy some trinkets at a nearby stall, large and pleasant, it was your surprise when the saleswoman spoke Spanish just like you, so you got involved in a pleasant conversation while you bought what you wanted. When the red-haired pirate finished buying everything, he turned smiling in your direction and realized that you were talking animatedly with a saleswoman, but what caught his attention the most was that you were speaking in another language.

⛵ The closer he got to you, the louder he heard your conversation, but he still didn't understand a word. Even so, he did not overlook how delicious and seductive your voice sounded speaking that language unknown to him, it almost made him purr.

⛵ He took a few more steps towards you and was soon standing next to you, when he immediately approached the saleswoman and you fell silent. "How are you, ladies? What were you talking about?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. “Oh nothing, girl stuff.” The two of you said in unison, smiling goofily.

⛵ Upon returning to the ship, Shanks had not forgotten your little conversation out there a few minutes ago. And every time you were concentrating on doing something he would look at you smiling flirtatiously until you realized and when you looked at him he would pretend to look away.

⛵ Your melodious and sweet voice still resonated in his mind as if he were listening to you all the time. He would never have guessed that you were bilingual and he wondered why you hadn't mentioned it before, but now it didn't matter, he respected your secrets and was more than happy to have had the opportunity to listen to you. And of course he wouldn't tell anyone that he had heard you, he wanted to have the honor of being the only one who could hear your honeyed voice speaking another language.

⛵ But of course he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to find out a little more about that, without pressuring you, of course. One hot afternoon where you were sitting on a barrel fanning yourself with your hand, the red-haired pirate had sat near you on another barrel and with an alcoholic drink in his hand. Shanks began testing the waters. "So don't you want to tell me what you and the saleswoman were talking about the other day?" You felt a little embarrassed when he mentioned that, you didn't think he would still remember "I already told you, girl things…" You smiled, rolling your eyes slightly. Shanks laughed, taking a sip of the drink. "Oh yeah, of course. Although I didn't know that girl things were talked about in another language." Your jaw dropped slightly and you opened your eyes wide, looking at him to which he let out a laugh, before That you could say anything he responded "Don't worry gorgeous, I won't say anything, your secret is safe with me." You knew he wouldn't say anything but you still didn't feel comfortable knowing that someone had heard you speaking in your native language.

⛵ The days passed and the pirate kept his promise and didn't say anything, even so you felt somewhat embarrassed now that your secret had come to light. One afternoon you were leaning against the railing of the ship staring at the horizon with a frown but your mind was far away from there. The red-haired man had come out to get some air on the deck and when he saw you standing there he decided to approach. Seeing that you didn't even turn to look at him and seeing your worried face he asked "Hey doll, what's wrong?" He said slightly worried. You sighed "I don't know, I don't know what to think about you now knowing that I can speak Spanish" Shanks raised his eyebrows, so that's what it was, Spanish. "It's not that I didn't trust you, but I would have preferred it not to be known." Shanks smiled sideways and moved closer to you. "Listen, I'm not going to ask you why you don't want to speak your native language, but I swear you don't have to be ashamed of it. nothing. In fact I'm kind of envious of you, you know?" You looked at him with a hint of hope and warmth at his words. He hugged you and you put your head on his chest "You don't know how pleasant it was to hear you talk like that, I wish I could always listen to you. It was sexy" You let out giggles against his torso and you could feel him smile as he kissed your hair.

⛵ You felt a little better now and you really wanted to thank Shanks for not judging you and being understanding. At first you thought about speaking in Spanish with him but then you remembered that he wouldn't understand you at all. You were wracking your brain trying to think of a suitable outfit for him when he came into your room announcing that dinner was ready. Seeing you sitting there thoughtfully, he smiled and asked you what you were doing. "I uhh.. I was trying to think of giving you something for not telling my secret.." You said blushing. He laughed and crouched down to be at your height "You don't have to give me anything sweetie, just seeing you every day makes me fine" You smiled shyly but you really wanted to give him something, even if it was your words "But you know, I was thinking that maybe I could speak in Spanish… just for you. I know you're not going to understand me but since you said you liked it" Shanks smiled warmly, nodding "I think it's perfect, dove"

⛵ And so every time you were alone you would tell stories to Shanks, sometimes they were banal and irrelevant things like a pretty dress you had seen in a store or an exotic bird you had seen in a tree. But seeing your wide smile and your face lighting up were the most precious treasure for him, much more than him One Piece. It was true, he didn't understand anything you were saying but seeing you so happy talking about what you were passionate about made him smile and sigh while he felt his heart burst out of his chest. But one day you decided that he deserved to understand you, although he insisted that it wasn't necessary and he didn't care. You got to work and taught him everything you knew. For him it was a tender gesture that you went out of your way to teach a pirate like him the art of your language. They were arduous days where you found small breaks to teach him. "Come on, you can do it, repeat after me: Barco" He was pouting like a child "Ok but only if I can get a kiss" He smiled flirtatiously and cheekily. Weeks later he spoke the language quite well and was able to follow your conversations at ease, he felt as if he had discovered a new world full of possibilities. You two were on the deck holding each other. "Guess what new word I learned today?" He told you. "What is it?" He kissed you on the lips and then said "Te amo"

BUGGY

🎪 When he heard you speak Spanish for the first time he thought you were speaking in Chinese, he didn't understand a single word you were saying. You were quietly reviewing what you had to do in the next performance so that you wouldn't forget.

🎪 He slowly approached you without you realizing it. His face expressed confusion and extreme astonishment. He walked towards you like a zombie with languid steps, as if he were in some kind of trance. He just couldn't believe you were speaking another language.

🎪 You kept saying words that were incomprehensible and made no sense to him. Until you finished and turned around only to see Buggy standing near you like a fool. "Hello Buggy, is something wrong?" You said smiling. He blinked several times before answering, "A moment ago you were speaking another language, wha-what was it?" You were a little surprised that he listened to you. "Spanish why?" Buggy did not hide his surprise by raising his eyebrows, but then he made a movement with his hand, dismissing it. "Oh, for nothing. Keep rehearsing, I want my star to shine brighter than ever today."

🎪 The days passed and in each rehearsal you unconsciously went over your steps, always in a low voice and in your native language. And Buggy couldn't help but listen to you. First he was staring at you dumbfounded with his chin resting on his hand trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But then came the anger for not understanding a single word you say.

🎪 And since Buggy is quite irritable, his bad mood did not go away immediately, on the contrary, it continued for weeks. He couldn't stand knowing that you spoke another language and he didn't, he felt useless. He wanted to understand you because he was genuinely curious about you but it was terribly difficult for him to retain a phrase or word that came out of your mouth.

🎪 The pirate clown became more surly and spent several hours in his dressing room without speaking to anyone. At first you didn't give it any importance since you thought it was one of his typical tantrums, but his distant attitude continued for longer than usual so you got worried. Had he gotten angry with someone from the circus? Had you done something wrong? There was only one way to find out.

🎪 So that night you sneaked into his dressing room, opening the door slowly to show your face. You saw him sitting with his back to you, he had his hat in his hands twisting it furiously, it seemed like he wanted to eat it. "Why she can speak another language and I can't?" He sputtered, chewing the words.

🎪 You walked in, clearing your throat and saying his name cautiously. When he heard you he jumped in his seat and turned quickly to look at you. "Oh y/n! I didn't hear you come in." You apologized and asked him what was wrong, he frowned and turned around "Nothing, nothing's wrong with me. Why do you think something's wrong with me?" His anger was so evident and he made so little effort to hide it that you couldn't help but smile in amusement. You knew that he wouldn't say anything if you didn't pressure him a little, but always with delicacy and kindness. You stood in front of him and squatted down to look him in the eyes. "Come on, Buggy, I know there's something wrong with you, and I'm afraid it has to do with me. Did I do something to upset you?" You said a little distressed. Buggy opened his eyes wide and looked at you as if it were the first time, he realized his sadness and said in a softer voice "No, it's not that, it's just…" He covered his face with his hands, sighing "It's your native language" You furrowed your brow in confusion but he didn't let you speak "I think I'm…jealous that you know a language that I don't" You relaxed your face and smiled in relief, phew, it was just that. You grabbed the clown's wrists and pulled them away from his face "Buggy dear, if it was just that you could have told me. If you want I can teach you to speak Spanish" Upon hearing that Buggy's face lit up slightly "Would you really do that for me? " You smiled and kissed his nose "For you, whatever you want."

🎪 From that day on every night you sneaked into Buggy's dressing room to teach him Spanish. It was hard work. Buggy seemed like a small child who had a tantrum every time he made a mistake about something, and if he didn't understand he would get frustrated and kick the ground. Rolling your eyes several times and gathering patience, you taught him everything you could, but from time to time you had to play the role of "strict teacher" and scolded him when he became a brat.

🎪 As Buggy slowly learned, he was as enthusiastic as if he were 7 years old. There were still words that he didn't know how to pronounce well and when he said them out loud with complete certainty, thinking that he was saying them correctly, you couldn't help but laugh. Even the other members of the circus, although they didn't know what the clown was saying, laughed anyway, causing him to get angry, but then you calmed him down by kissing him on the cheek. Other times Buggy would get into flirty or horny mode and want you to teach him more bawdy or lewd words. Which he achieved by touching your thighs and sitting you on his lap when he was on the throne.

for my gente latino

#imagine #one shot #female reader #x reader #oneshot #fluff #drabble #opla #opla buggy #one piece netflix #one piece live action #op #one piece #shanks one piece #mihawk one piece #opla shanks #opla mihawk #opla x reader #y/n

[vickyvicarious]

Now that Dracula Daily is over, I decided to go through my copy of the novel (Norton critical edition) to look for interesting footnotes and read the various essays/etc. at the back.

Here's some of my favorite footnotes:

An enlarged thyroid gland resulting in a swollen neck; one symptom of iodine deficiency; particularly common in some mountainous regions; may cause brain damage.

—Page 15/May 5, after Jonathan mentions seeing a lot of people with 'goitre' as he is driven out of town and up towards Castle Dracula. Didn't notice this detail at all, but it plays around with possible signs of being fed upon, mundane medical causes, and also maybe an association with madness and superstition. A neat touch.

The word strange in late Victorian England was often suffused with homoerotic undercurrents.

—Page 30/May 7, after Jonathan says "It may be that this strange night-existance is telling on me". Did not know that 'strange' was apparently a gay word in a way 'queer' (or even 'gay') was not at the time. Gives that line a kind of different possible reading... and now I kind of want to search up where else in the text that word is used.

A port city in Yorkshire, on the North Sea coast of England; in the 1890s, a vacation resort where Bram Stoker spent many summers. Whitby's eerie charm is a good setting for the ensuing action. It shares the harsh beauty of nearby Bronte country; moreover, in Victorian England its best-known product was the black stone worn as part of the mourning costume - mourning stone, or jet - a local industry now displaced by Dracula tours.

—Page 63/July 24, after the location is mentioned. Love the detail about the mourning stones.

"Not only Mr. Swales' preoccupations, but even his name, associate him with living death. The English Dialect Dictionary (1898) provides a revealing North Yorkshire definition of the verb "swale": "to consume or waste away; to melt or gutter as a candle in a draught."

—Page 66/July 24, after Mr. Swales' big speech on death. I can't believe he was actually named "Mr. Is-Dying".

Seward distributes his medical reports profigately.

—Page 105/September 2, in response to the line: "I reminded her that a doctor's confidence was sacred;" - I'm just laughing at the snarky footnote here.

This is the first and last we hear of Van Helsing's third career (he is also a physician and a professor). Characteristically, he uses his legal expertise to circumvent the law.

—Page 148/September 20, after VH says he is a lawyer. Characteristically indeed, ahaha.

Various late Victorian tonics used the advertising slogan "The Blood is the Life." Renfield might be referring to Hughe's Blood Pills or Clarke's World-Famed Blood Mixture. Both claimed to vitalize the body by purifying the blood.

—Page 207/September 30, after Renfield tells Mina that he tried to kill Seward while inspired by the Biblical phrase 'the blood is the life': "'Though, indeed, the vendor of a certain nostrum has vulgarized the truism to the very point of contempt.'" I just never really put together that this quote had been used as an advertising slogan and it's making me crack up. Imagine your mental patient attacking you and slurping your blood off the floor, then shouting "Ba-da-da-da, I'm loving it!" while being dragged away. (I know that's not the most direct comparison but it's the one that popped into my head and it's very funny.)

Again, the British characters have more difficulty communicating with each other than with the Romanian vampire.

—Page 231/October 1, after Jonathan is misled by phonetic/dialectic spelling. Even the footnotes are getting fed up with this dialect nonsense, Bram.

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #mr. swales #renfield #jack seward #van helsing #norton notes #i'm gonna add any interesting bits from the other sections as well if i find them. so this'll be the tage used for that

[missgavi]

Ok what about Gavi being obssesed with readers accent (could be from Latin America) and begging her to say random words cause of the accent, or vice versa

Also love your work, and the gavi inspos are 1000/10 ❤️

In case y'all didn't know, I'm from Romania so I'll do a romanian reader because speaking english with a romanian accent is so funny for no reason 😭

"Pablo, go to sleep" you groaned, pushing the boy away from you. The two of you were in bed, all cuddled up. The plan was to go to sleep. That was until Gavi's energy kicked in and that's how you winded up in this situation.

"A few more words and I'll go to sleep, I promise" the spaniard argued, loving your accent and the way you pronounced words , especially in romanian.

He himself had an accent but for whatever reason yours just seemed more appealing to him.

Spinning around, you face your boyfriend, a huge smile on his face, his eyes bright. Sighing, you nod and wait for him to request words.

"Okay, say 'I'm very tired' "

"i am tired" you deadpanned , your eyelids close to dropping from exhaustion. Gavi didn't find you funny at all, a small pout overtaking his lips.

"come on y/n'' he whined, his hand squeezing the hip he was caressing earlier. giving in , you smile at him and say.

"Sunt foarte obosita"

The squeal Gavi let out was similar to a toddlers in a park. It's like you just told him he won the Copa del Rey. He requested a few more words and phrases both in romanian and in spanish, just to hear your voice and the accent you had.

"this one and we can go to bed. say 'te quiero mucho mi amor'''

"te iubesc foarte mult iubirea mea''

With a soft smile, Gavi repeated the words back to you before kissing your soft lips, the two of you calling it a night and settling deeper under the covers.

#miss gavi drabbles #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x y/n #pg6

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch 12 -The Feeling of Safety

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Vladcard (that’s right, daddy makes his appearance), predator/prey, hunting, ruthless vampire king, romance, Romanian translations Words: 4855 On AO3

I am so excited to finally present this chapter! The premise was planned from the beginning and living rent-free in my head (happy to evict it at last) since I decided to extend this series months ago. I hope you like it! I am no history buff, but I did some light reading on Vlad and the contents of this chapter are also based on how Alucard behaves in Ultimate. A bit nervous, but I hope I got the feels right.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Chinese and (other nationalities) who celebrate this occasion! The full moon was beautiful.

Many thanks to @michi-tala for helping me with fine-tuning the Romanian phrases!  @alastorhazbin

“You really are a king?" You asked, incredulous. 

How could this be? A king should be the inspirational leader who guides his nation through strife and peace to glory, the shining star who navigates the tumultuous waters of diplomacy and the horrors of battlefields. A ruler with the intellect to create and uphold the laws, social institutions, and infrastructure to bring about prosperity. He should be someone well-versed in the art of war, yet mannered and cultured to mingle with others in his high society of privilege. 

In other words, someone not quite like Alucard The Boor, who was inflexible about negotiations, poorly socialized, and a stalker to boot. What kind of king had the time to stalk some peasant woman for two years just for fun?

You however had to reconsider your conclusions. The longer you stared at that cocky profile, the more obvious it became that if you squinted, there perhaps was something a little regal about him. He was certainly not lacking in intelligence. And sometimes he demonstrated highly sophisticated mannerisms when he felt like playing the gentleman. He even spoke like a snobby British aristocrat.

Alucard chuckled to himself quietly at your racing thoughts. His eyes closed at the distant recollection of his past. At nearly six centuries of age, he found himself often ruminating about the past, whether as a human or vampire, but when pondering his first life, it was like reliving someone else’s. He remembered the anger, pain, and humiliation vividly. There was regret about his upbringing and later decisions as voivode, even if there were those actions during his reign that were necessary for the survival of his country and Christianity, and parts of Europe continued to view him as a hero to this day. But it all happened so long ago, he barely felt anything anymore, except a faraway, numb regret. 

He was silent when recalling the fresh woodsy scent of the fir trees in his mountains. How he loved to ride through their forests with the wind in his face when he went hunting. His city Târgoviște possessed beauty beyond imagination, before he burnt it down and turned it into a desolate forest of corpses. Perhaps there was some melancholy when reminiscing about his homeland.

Warm fingers landed lightly on the sigils adorning the back of his gloves. Feline eyes opened to narrow slits to watch you looking at him with a questioning stare. It seemed you were finished with mocking his ways in your head.

Flattering child. Innocent little human. You know not of the monster you have involved yourself with, he thought.

“Cetatea (Citadel) Poenari sat atop the mountains. In its prime, it was an impregnable fortress with steep walls that offered a spectacular view of the forested canyon on the Argeș River. You would have appreciated its beauty.”

“Was that your home?” You asked.

“One of them. Its ruins are in what is now known as Romania.”

Wide eyes stayed on him before curving with merriment. “I think I would love to visit your old home one day.” Your wrist flicked in his direction to gesture at his dress clothes. “Did you look like this back then too? There’s no way you dressed this loudly then, right, Your Majesty?” You snickered while putting emphasis on his royal title.

He turned his hand over to grasp your fingers in his. “You wish to see me? All of me?" His brow rose as he evaluated you.

The room chilled suddenly and you hesitated. His shadow was facing toward the light, reaching for you, and the silhouette was wrong. You’ve already seen his flowing shadows, extra eyes, and bats, as well as when he assumed the face of another man. Was there more? Something forbidding was in the air.

“Umm…not the bugs. Please never the bugs again,” you whispered, trying to keep the mood easy tonight.

The orangey-yellow in his eyes spun like molten gold as he petted your fingers before lacing your hands together. Alucard leaned towards you, and as he did, he changed. This was important. Somehow you knew what Alucard was about to show you was intimate, a secret he did not carelessly share with others. You stopped breathing as you watched his transformation happen before your eyes.

Raven locks lengthened until his hair was past his thighs, phantom wind making the ends billow in the air like they were alive. Gangly arms filled out, his chest growing broad and putting on hard muscle in seconds. His red duster turned liquid and flowed over the heavy armour that materialized, settling into a black cape that was as intangible as his tresses at the frayed, surging ends.  

His angular features grew wider at the cheeks, jawline becoming chiselled and covered with coarse stubble. The fiery gaze burned with wisdom and life experience. You had no words as you got a better look at this imposing man who now stood towering over you with his arms at his side.

"This was how I appeared as a human when I perished."

You stared at him from the couch, sitting with your legs in front of you in a “W.” Your mouth was parted as your eyes slid sluggishly over this dark warrior with disbelief. Power rolled off of him. It was in his bearing, the deadly grace with which he conducted himself, and the way the air was not quite right around him.

"You really are breathtakingly beautiful," you told him. 

Alucard purred at your praise and your skin tingled. His rumblings were deeper than normal and it was so unexpected despite his now stockier build. 

“...May I… touch you?” 

Golden-orange glinted with warmth as this stranger stooped down for you to inspect his new body. You tentatively brought your hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. Cold. This Alucard’s skin was still cool to touch. The texture though, that beard was so scratchy. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was as soft as you remembered, but now so long you didn’t even reach the ends with your arm fully extended. 

His name was an anagram. Alucard was a Romanian vampire. Your idiot brain finally made the connection that was in front of you this whole time.

“...You actually are Dracula?” The Son of the Dragon, a king and warlord from the Middle Ages. Probably one of the oldest –and strongest– of vampires.

“You are speaking to Count Dracula of Wallachia.”

You shivered at his voice. Even his accent was different, so foreign and exotic. It did things to you, but your mind had always been stronger.

If memory served you correctly, history did not have favourable things to say about the real Dracula. The Sir Impaler staked people, including women and children, for all sorts of reasons and no reason as well –as a gruesomely effective warfare tactic, for sport, and petty offences alike. He was the king who invited the sick and homeless to his keep for a feast and burnt them alive as a way to empty the streets.

“Yes, I commanded all of those acts in my past life.”

Fright blemished your features and you jerked away until Dracula’s gauntlet shot out to catch you and bring your palm back to his face. He took in the thin line your lips formed and the furrowed brows around your spooked gaze. 

“But that will not be a fate reserved for you,” he promised with a sombre expression. Your eyes searched his face to judge his sincerity, wanting more than anything to continue trusting him after learning his identity, even when forced to confront the reality of the nature of your relationship. 

It was wrong.

The king before you stood tall, his dignified comportment unwavering after the passage of centuries of grim tales told about him. He did not lie to you, nor did he offer excuses for himself. His noble features, proud and uncompromising, were solemn as you contemplated him. 

Alucard never lifted a finger against you.

The warlord’s wicked piety preceded him, his prestige vicious and calculated. Any means to achieve his ends, which left ruination in his wake. Everywhere he went, he sowed destruction and instilled fear, even amongst his own people. 

He was not mentally well.

If Alucard did not care for you, you would be worse off than dead. 

Yes, by showing how he was a murderous vampire, an undead hellspawn who didn't die when he was supposed to.

He was violent and dangerous. What in the world were you doing with him?

You had your wellbeing and that of your family to worry about. What if entwining your fate with his ended in trouble that somehow found its way to them? Even as Alucard, he could be sadistic, harassing and nearly driving you to madness long ago. He continued to enjoy aggravating you and at times made you angry beyond belief.

You should not be with him. Tears came to your eyes.

But time and time again, Alucard came to protect you and went out of his way to take steps ensuring your safety and comfort. He looked after you when you were incapable and let you in on secrets about himself.

You fought with yourself. Alucard and this stranger before you were in fact one and the same. For all his nefarious ways, he did have honour, in his own twisted way. 

You were past the point of right or wrong.

The heart was never rational. You wanted to remain with him. So with an uncertain quivering heart, you chose him too. You got on your knees and went up to this infamous veteran to huddle against his chest, needing to see if the sense of security you felt whenever Alucard was near was present with this form of his too. You couldn’t even look at him.

Vermilion flames smouldered gently without your notice.

A hand went delicately across your back to hold you close for several moments before tracing along your shoulder blades. An arm went around you and settled at your waist. Then multiple shadow tendrils wrapped you loosely around the ankles, thighs, and biceps. You shuddered at the electric contact with his darkness. Prickly stubble dug into your chin as this king claimed your lips for his own. He was as gentle as Alucard. It was comforting and eased your unsettled thoughts.

You finally pulled apart.

“You are timid with me,” he announced, breastplate vibrating with the bass of his voice. 

“Everything we do is new,” you said as you put your arms around an icy plated torso and watched the end of his cape twirl. His lips chased yours as you looked away again. Relaxing into his embrace, you whispered, ”I can’t believe you are real,” as if speaking louder would make him disappear like a mirage.

“The legends have a basis.”

He ran the backside of an armoured finger across your cheek. His expression was soft as you met his gaze again, nothing as severe as his rugged appearance suggested. The shadows enveloping your limbs flared.

“What say you? Would you like to be one of my kind?"

Huh? He meant…he meant turning you into a vampire? And offering you eternity?

Again you tensed. He was serious. The weight of his question hung in the air between you until you gulped and averted your eyes, nervousness tainting the air thickly.

"I suppose it is too soon to ask you this." The hand came to rest on your head where he ruffled your hair. You glanced up at him in surprise.

Dracula smiled at you. "My Darling."

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The gleaming silver orb above loomed large, illuminating the navy skies with an ethereal haze. The moon was full, just like that first night, so clear you could see every crater on her surface. Your anxiety around Dracula gradually dissipated. He had a much quieter disposition than the normal him, but honestly, a break from his usual provocative ways was appreciated. He was still the same person, you reminded yourself. You began to close the distance between you incrementally and walk closer until you brushed his side with every stride.

It was not yet Halloween. Actually, it was nowhere near that month of haunting. Anyone who happened upon the pair of you would find his full body armour odd. It was mildly ironic for you to comment about Alucard’s unconventional clothing, only for his ‘true’ appearance to be just as outlandish for these modern times. What did you expect? It seemed the king captured people’s attention no matter what he did in whichever era.

The relaxing stroll was picturesque. For once, the streetlights functioned as they should and lit up the quaint storefronts without Alucard’s interference. The boulevards were clean and the summer air fresh, but clamorous with singing crickets. The engines of the occasional car rumbled in the distance and punctured the tranquility. The first vampire let you lead the walk, wordlessly following you through every turn as he sensed your worries ebb with each passing minute, enjoying the way you eventually bumped against him with each step. 

A warm breeze brought the perfume of the faint sweat trailing behind you into his sinuses. His vampiric senses were hyper-aware of your presence, such as how your little heart pumped hot blood through your veins with each thud while you continued to wander.

How he missed roaming the nights together.

Vampires were natural hunters. It couldn’t be helped. Orange gold deepened into a lustrous crimson as his pupils narrowed into predatory slits.

Alucard was no longer beside you. There was only empty space and silence when even the insects fell quiet. Spinning around to seek him, you heard heavy purring in your head as fallen leaves rustled about in a swirling circle around you. 

"What are you waiting for Dear? RUN." A pointy nose poked your ear.

Jumping at the familiar voice, you felt the solid presence of him sighing into your ear from behind as he purred and nudged you.

Oh? He wanted to play? You unfroze with a smile, not needing to be instructed again. You took off, but it was different this time. You were able to see your path well enough to not trip over yourself, rapidly finding a way from the streets where the stray vehicle still roved and into pedestrian side roads.

Unlike past chases, there was no panic or fear. Despite your earlier misgivings, you could barely even remember why you were terrified of Alucard stalking you after all this time together. As you zipped through the desolate night streets, your heart pounded with exhilaration the longer you ran. It felt good to set aside your worries for now and just enjoy your time together. 

Alucard, you are here?

The shadows followed you with ease in the corners of your eyes. The rich, sanguine glow to their edges was a dead giveaway. You laughed as you took a turn leading you someplace you've never been before in the dead of night. With the knowledge that Alucard was with you, the night became a game full of mystery and adventure. 

He caught you by the waist, hauling you back to his chest while the arm that held you slowly slipped up your torso until he seized your breasts. The wandering hands were metallic and frigid against your skin. 

“If this was a real hunt, it would have concluded. It'd be sensible to surrender yourself to me now.” 

You squirmed in his hold with a breathless titter, earning a hiss in your ear and a lick to your cheek before he let you go. You giggled and used the opportunity to slither away and scamper off.

You ran and ran from his harrying; repeatedly he would catch and wrestle with you before you were released. The most brazen event was when he suddenly appeared and let you run face first into him, then stroked languidly down your rear until you found your bearings and escaped. How he taunted you.

Eventually you came to a stop when your breath escaped in soft pants, shirt clinging with your exertion. You looked around for somewhere else to go and perhaps hide so your vampire had to search before bolting again when you didn’t find a spot to your satisfaction. You didn't know where you were going at all, just making turn after turn wherever you could –through unlit alleys and parks and crossing under bridges, until you arrived at a ravine to recover. 

The vampire was nowhere to be seen. You snickered upon hearing something drop and a crackle in the dark. "Y–you don't scare me anymore. Just come out," you gasped out. 

Words that were spoken too soon. Trouble slid out of the shadows as several ruffians leered at you. Forcibly exhaling, you inched back at their appearances, ready to dash away in the direction you came from. Needles, used condoms, and other garbage littered the ground and the air was dank with the stench of old urine and vomit. So you stumbled into the derelict quarters of society’s undesirables, but you did not want their acquaintance.

"Leaving so soon, pretty bird?" One of the skinnier blokes sneered. He was covered in ugly tattoos.

“Why don’t you stay awhile and keep us company?” Another said. He was just as ratty as the first, but smiled as he approached. Their sinister intentions were clear as day, despite the false nicety.

“Yeah, we don’t often have the pleasure of such lovely companionship.” The third stood back where it was too dark to distinguish his features.

I do not appreciate others interrupting my hunt. Leave. 

The muted voice simultaneously thundered and the brutes shouted at the vacant surroundings.

“Who’s there?” 

“Piss off, wanker!” Tough words from the men, but you were already apprehensive not for yourself, but them.

The shadows at your feet bubbled up. 

“What the fuck?!” One of the hooligans hollered in shock at the mass of darkness that grew from the ground in front of you. He glanced back at his friends before squaring his shoulders.

The man crashed into an ancient conifer and was held there several feet off the ground, gasping for breath as he was slowly flattened –his face gave in first, the nose and lips crumbling inwards. It was as if he was submitted to the work of a hydraulic press. He heaved with effort to break free as his eyes bulged and his chest squeezed tight, unable to even scream under the crushing compression.

As you watched in shock, the death happened too quickly to process, yet like time slowed for you as well. His head popped like a gusher with blood jetting from both ears. You saw every detail as the ruffian's body was squashed by an invisible force until even his bones gave out and he became a splatter of viscera decorating the bark. Only a hand remained intact, but even that snapped at the wrist without a surface behind it to counteract the pressure.

You screamed at the crunching horror when it finally ended with a wet splat. 

Alucard rescued you yet again. He appeared nonchalant about his victim's barbaric demise, his stance at complete ease.

“!!!” Your would-be assailants were initially speechless as they jittered back at the supernatural display of violence.

One of the remaining men sniffled, swiping his nose as he howled,  “Arsehole!”

There was white powder dusting the ground and around their nostrils. They were high, which explained the ongoing aggression and bravado as knives came out. Your gaze flickered up to Alucard’s face.

You knew that maniacal grin, the one that reminded you of when you first saw him at work. No. All your fears about him resurfaced. You forgot how to breathe as you darted in front of him to cling to his arm. 

"You can't kill them!" You yelled.

Being with him was wrong.

He paused, the king's gaze sliding to yours with a bored expression. "Why?" He drawled callously.

He was violent and dangerous.

“Because you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why?"

Omfg did Alucard think he was the Terminator? As ridiculous as the exchange was, this was no movie. Alucard’s eyes narrowed as a savage aura flared and pulsed with danger when the remaining two men floundered backwards in jerky movements. Perhaps their sense of self-preservation was still existent.

Dracula’s baleful glare did not conceal his wrath. These worthless lowlives dared not only threaten you, but if it weren't for his presence, they would have violated you in the most disgusting of ways in this dirty scum hole. He knew it, because he could sense their base desires and the opportunistic evil that lay dormant within them. He too was a creature of the abyss who knew darkness when he encountered it. 

Unspeakable rage tainted his thoughts with promised violence. Their perverted longings were the ultimate transgression against you. It was unforgivable. You may be soft and kind, but he was not known for mercy. Rapists should be staked and displayed for others as a warning. 

There were millions of other ways he could end them and The Impaler started listing them. He could telepathically wipe their memories and order them gone, which was always the simplest solution when it came to nosy humans, but he wanted these ones dead.

He lifted his hand before you desperately caught it between both of yours and pushed it down, hoping to hold him back. Your stomach churned from his glower as you imagined what he was going to do to them. How many times was he going to shoot them? Or was he going to rip them apart with his bare hands instead? Would there even be anything left of them when he was satisfied with the mutilation?

“They didn’t do anything to me, I’m okay! Let’s just go home!” You pleaded.

“You do not get to decide who must die, draga mea."

"ALUCARD!"

"Alucard is not here right now." 

Wha-

The crimson gaze flicked back up at the interlopers and blazed with fury as the pair of imbeciles decided it was prudent to use your interference with his punishment as a means to flee. Their human movements were sluggish to his vision and reflexes anyways. He knew their intentions the moment they thought it, caught the twitching of muscles as they began to turn and run in slow motion. Cowards who could not even face their well-deserved execution.

So they should lose their legs first. 

They froze after mistakenly meeting Death’s gaze and receiving the order to remain motionless. The shadows licked at his feet and twisted, rising to whip about in the air. 

Shit. But –this was your vampire. At the same time, this was evidently someone else, a warrior. A king. How were you supposed to address him? Your Majesty? Dracula? That was his title and name. But what was his name? You were frantic. Think! What was it again?! 

"...Vlad…Please don't do this, I beg you…" Hauling all your weight, you threw yourself at him, the tears now falling freely as his tendrils stretched and lashed towards his latest quarries. How did it go from a beautiful moonlit walk together to this bloodbath?!

Through the fog of his ire drifted another scent beyond the putrid fear of his prey. Your fear. He saw the dread in your eyes. Countless others have made the same face while grovelling at his feet for mercy. You however, were not begging for yourself, but the remaining rotten swine behind you. He growled with displeasure at what you asked of him, the mind running feral with imagery of what he wanted to do, waiting impatiently for the miscreants to give him another reason to end them.

The Nosferatu glanced back at you. Your face was the same as that time, when he vanquished the undead that hunted you. He really was a monster. You were afraid of him. 

Upon realizing you had your vampire’s attention, you tried to reach him further. “Just…just take the blood of the one who's already dead. And then…" your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper. "Let's go home. Please."

He focused on everything that was you, on the salt of your tears and sweat overlying body lotion. Your desperation. In the background were the pungent stench of gore and the unwashed bodies of men. The king growled as he stared at you again. It was your second thoughts about what you were getting yourself into by being with him that did it. He snuffed out his need to kill as he came back to himself.

You were petrified about what was next, but Dracula won’t let you regret your decision to stay. He did not wish to prove your trust in him was misplaced or that your reservations about him were well-founded. 

“Since this is one of the only requests my darling little human has ever made of me, I shall grant clemency this time,” he snarled through razor teeth. The paralyzed men cowered at the demon in front of them, at last recognizing how close to Death’s door they came. 

"Vermin such as yourselves aren't worth the effort anyways." The unholy king’s eyes glowed with a hellish light. "Leave," he commanded. 

Under hypnotism, a ring of scarlet surrounded their irises and the thugs slunk away with a dazed expression. They were at last permitted to go through with their flight and disappear back into the bowels of London as his gaze bore holes through the backs of their skulls.

The danger passed. You were hiding behind the vampire, who felt your anxiety when his attention turned back to you. He could not fault your distaste for brutality and death. Despite his blinding fury moments ago, he was unable to maintain his anger with you. His expression lightened.

Silence. 

You licked your lips, trembling with a bone-deep fear you hadn't felt in a long time. “Are you not going to drink his blood?" Staring everywhere except at your saviour, you eyed the corpse of squished organs, bones, and flesh painting the vegetation.

"Do you seek your meals from the gutter?" He snorted, eying the pile with disdain. "Besides… you are more than enough." The vampire grinned, a single fang glinting in the gloom like he just told you the best inside joke.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected change in atmosphere from the offhand comment. Alucard and his mood swings. 

Taking a deep breath to soothe yourself, the tension was slow to leave you. You looked at him again. "Thank you for stopping," you told him with honest relief.

"Little one, you are safe when you walk the night with me. Nothing will harm you," he said as he faced you fully and brushed your cheeks gently.

You held his hand to your face, opening it up and leaning your cheek into the icy steel. He took a step to his right to block the view when you tried to examine the remains of the body turned into slush. A layer of clouds blocked the meager light of the moon so you couldn’t see it anyways. All you saw was the sunset in your vampire’s eyes.

You gulped. The eldritch power surrounding the vampire wrapped around you, and instinctively you knew it was cold, but you felt warm and safe on the inside. It felt like you were home. 

"I believe you." You took the single step to close the distance between you and pressed up flush against the vampire.

Affection kindled in those stunning eyes. There it was, behind the face of another man, this ruthless king, was the Alucard you knew and fell for. Your expression broke as you buried your face in his chest, needing reassurance as the mess that came to pass tonight caught up with you.

He was caressing your head again, tousling it to the beat of your heart when you peeked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. Resplendent little human, he will shelter you from the horrors of the world.

"Luna vieții mele."

"Pardon?"

"Tu ești luna vieții mele."

You blinked in confusion, straining to try catching the gist of his words, but it was hopeless. Fortunately many Latin languages share some similarities. You were reasonably sure he mentioned the moon.

"Și fără tine, nu există lumină."

How infuriating. If there was something Vlad wanted to say to you, he could just do so directly instead of using a foreign language you didn’t understand for dramatic effect.

"What does that mean?"

He gave you a cryptic smile and offered his arm. “It is time to return." 

Yeah right, like hell it did. He said a lot more words than if he was just talking about going home. You stared at the outstretched arm of a gallant Medieval man, brows crinkling when he did not elaborate. It seemed you would have to figure out the meaning yourself.

You curled in to stay close to him, placing your hand on his arm and weaving your fingers around the crook of Dracula’s elbow so he could lead you home through the dark of night.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 13- TBD? "Stargazers in Romania"

Notes: Alucard really doesn’t like rapists.

Even knowing Alucard shapeshifts, it’ll take getting used to his other forms. It’d be weird if someone just accepts another body/face/voice/personality as their SO upon the first time meeting them, right? At least I think so. The Count is ‘her’ Alucard, for now at least.

This chapter isn't meant to be a character analysis of the historical person's actions, but more the reservations a rational person should have when deciding whether to stay as freaking Vlad III Dracula's SO.

It is admittedly a bit cliche that Alucard is always just in time to save the Reader from her demise, but in my other Hellsing work, she names him her “guide and guardian (angel).” The title is well-deserved.

*The next chapter will be delayed because I will be going on my honeymoon for several weeks. I’ll likely be able to fit in some writing time as we travel between countries. I’ll probably also be using that time to continue planning Part 2 of this story (we aren’t there yet). Yes that’s right, Millennium will feature in this fic, although I will only loosely follow the canon Ultimate events and be taking some liberties with how vampire things work.*

Buckle up, we’re only about half-way. I estimate there to be around 23-26 or so chapters in total to complete this fic, although later chapters will likely be shorter.

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Reader learning Spanish and since is a Latin based language and Romanian is also Latin based language alucard finds similarities in both languages and decides to fluster reader again? Fluff plz

Ok, so I speak neither Spanish nor Romanian, and even my French is at a 5th grade level. So I cashed in some favours from my Brazilian and Venezualan besties. I'm also finishing this up while I wait to board for my flight to Mexico, what a coinkidink! 🇮🇹

Alucard Flustering His Spanish Speaking S/O With Romanian

You had been learning Spanish on the side for a number of months now, keeping up to date on your Duolingo (c'mon, that owl is far more threatening that Alu) and sharing spanish conversations with Walter to keep up your verbal practice.

Alucard eventually listens into one of these conversations and notes how he is able to distinguish individual nouns between your sentences, getting a choppy understanding of what you and Walter were talking about. He think's you're asking for a birthday cake? No, that can't be right.

He was right. This week's duolingo theme was events and parties.

So with this discovery, of course Alucard is going to take advantage and mess with you, as he always does when new inspiration presents itself.

With time spent as Alucard's lover, you have picked up on a variety of Romanian word's and phrases he would utter while in your presence.

Things like "dragul meu" (my love), "Ce mai faci, draga?" (how are you, darling?) and "gunoaie iscariot" (Iscariot scum)

Normal stuff like that.

Sometimes you like to flirt with him in Spanish just to be playful.

“Hola hermosa, brillas como las rosas en la mañanita” 🌹

“Epa! Primavera! Me haces sentir caliente en el invierno” 🫠

Or, if you're feeling extra spicy, “Mi amor! Tus curvas me vuelven loco/loca, quiero dibujar cada esquina con mi lengua y sentir tu corazón” 😜

You love it when Alucard can piece the words together and catch onto your antics, but even more so when he is beffudled and has to pick up a dictionary.

You can usually recognize all the words of affirmation your lover has used on you over the years.

But then you got schooled, because he introduced a bunch of new shit!

"Nu mi te pot scoate din cap. Te voi pedepsi!" 🥵

"Limba română este la fel de senzuală ca tine. Tu ai adus culoare in viata mea." 🎨

Damn him, now you're the one who needs to pick up a dictionary.

After a while, the two of you find a mutual flow. You speaking to him in Spanish, him to you in Romanian. It confuses the hell out of everyone, but that's part of the fun, becuase you get to say whatever you want to eachother *wink wink*, and no one is any wiser.

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