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m00nchildthings · 7 months

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ALUCARD X PREGNANT!READER

This story was based off of this one right here: https://www.tumblr.com/m00nchildthings/703854020457021440/mating-press-and-breeding-kink-with-alucard

if anything this can be read as a sequel where he managed to get you knocked up cw for pregnant reader, oral sex one sparing use of the reader being called mama, and alucard being a hovering creep towards you for carrying his child also slight pregnancy kink if you squint not even read over once bone apple teeth🧑‍🍳😙🤌

p.s. @yazzzmints @ch3rryistheg you asked and i delivered

“You’re hovering Adrian”.

“I do not hover,”

You sighed, closing the large ornate tome you had been reading and setting it on the small wooden table beside your chair. He was hovering and whether he was oblivious to it or simply choosing to be obtuse, he was doing it a hell of a lot more recently. You knew why though, you thought as you brought your hand over your swollen stomach. Seven months into your pregnancy and through every step Alucard had treated you and your unborn child like fine china perpetually teetering over a precocious edge.

“You are aware we won’t turn to ash the moment we leave your vision,” you said cheekily staring up at your dhampir lover. His eyes narrowed before he swept past you, moving to sit in the armchair beside your own. He sat there, for a moment beautiful like marble with his eyes closed, before turning to face you.

“I am very well aware of that,” he said, placing his chin in his hand as he peered at you. You hummed, turning away from him, instead choosing to focus on the crackling fireplace in front of you, pretending the warm embers floating around the wood were far more interesting than the golden haired man sitting next to you.

“Then I hope that you are also aware,” you began pausing to take a sip of the tea still hot on your side table “that fathers who hover around the pregnant wives are bound to produce children that do not enjoy their company,”

“That isn’t true,” you could see his brows furrow from your peripheral view, hiding your chuckle behind another sip of tea, you continued.

“It very well might be an old wives tale, but I have heard of children coming out fussy towards their fathers fresh out of the womb-,” you were cut off with a loud swoosh as Alucard gracefully stepped towards you settling down at his knees, hands placed on your stomach.

“You won’t dislike me right?” he directed at your stomach, brow even more wrinkled with worry “Surely they understand I am just so, eager, to meet them right darling?,”

He stared up at you now, golden eyes tense with worry, your lip wobbled as you held back your smile. Here before you on his knees was Alucard Tepes; one of the slayers of Dracula, the feared prince of the night that cut down his enemies like knives through butter- reduced to a simpering thing at the fear your child might come straight from you hating him. You relented not having the heart to tease him any longer you cradled his jaw in your hand.

“I was just teasing my love, surely our child will love you just as much as I,” immediately he relaxed, melting into the palm of your hand. His golden eyes cut up at you a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“You are cruel to do such a thing to your doting lover,” his alabaster hand gripped your wrist as he turned to lay a kiss in the fleshy part of your palm. “I treat you so sweetly and you insist on giving me heart palpitations.

“Consider it payback for what your hellspawn is doing to my body, I can barely make it from here to the door without my swollen ankles and aching spine objecting,” you said, bringing your hand away from him to stretch the intense cracking of your back emphasizing your point.

Alucard stood, staring down at you, he adored your changing body evidence of the growth of his child in you. You’d always been beautiful in his eyes, but something about knowing the swell of your stomach was from your baby growing inside of you, surely you were a goddess gifting him with the gifts of gifts. Bending down he looped his arms around your waist ignoring your grumbles of objection when he picked you up hoisting you into his arms until your knees hung over his elbows.

“Then allow me to be your legs,” you huffed rolling your eyes as Alucard toted you out of your rather comfortable reading room, you knew where he was taking you of course. The looming large ornate doors of your bedroom came into view as Alucard steadily carried you to them.

“Our bedroom,” you said flatly “I wonder what reason you could have for bringing me here Adrian,”

“I have no idea what you are implying deer,” he said, turning to press his back to the door, opening it with your combined weights. Barely holding back his impish grin (a look a great number of others refused to believe existed when you said he did so on the regular) he rushed you to your bed gently placing you on the downy mattress.

“Your feet must be killing you,” he said, gracefully moving to sit beside you and patting his lap. Begrudgingly you laid back against the comforter swinging your aching feet to his lap. He gently massaged your foot pressing his fingers into the soles of your feet soothing the pain that afflicted you. His talented hands seemed to pull all the aches from them knowing how to just work your body from months of repeated practice. A particularly forceful push into your left heel and you couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled from your throat. Alucard smiled at you gently placing your feet on the bed beside him.

“See? So sweetly,” he said, placing his now free hand on your stomach.

“My body still aches,” you grumbled, still feeling the tension in your back

“I can help with that,”

“Your version of help is what got me into this predicament,” chuckling Alucard slowly spread your legs apart hiking your dress to just under your belly. There laid out before him nestled in a thatch of curls your cunt shined for him, already glistening with arousal. His slender fingers traced up the warm slit of your puffy lips noticing the audible hitch in your breaths

“If you don’t like my version of help then where are your undergarments,” he questioned, knuckles grazing up and down your quivering pussy

“They no longer -mmph- fit,” you moa, turning around to bury your head into the pillow.

“How lucky for me,” he murmured, just barely above a whisper as he sank down till his face was level with your heat “that my favorite snack is but a silk slip away from tongue,”

With one scathing breath his mouth was on you, pink lips pressing toward your own. His tongue wickedly lapped at you running wet circles around your throbbing clit before slipping its way into your clenching cunt. He couldn’t help the vibrating moans, near purrs that reverberated into you, as your juices flooded his taste buds. He couldn't help the way he ate at you ravaging your quim with every fiery stroke through your quivering lips. Your hands tugged at his golden locks pulling him closer and closer to your weeping cunt. How foolish, he thought as he drank up all you had to offer, why pull him close when you both know the last thought on his mind was pulling away?

Your orgasm crested, creeping up on you with each lascivious lick that toyed with your throbbing clit. It was with one particularly harsh suck that had you falling apart, melting apart like butter on warm toast your cunt creamed over your lover's tongue. Undeterred Alucard continued to viciously feast on your juices, moaning as they glossed his face. Clawed hands though gentle, held your hips in place as they began to buck so he could wrap his lips around your clit sucking on the shiny pearl undisturbed.

“A-Adrian please, s’too much I need-,” interrupting you Alucard sighed loudly, releasing your clit with an audible pop.

“You never let me have my fill,” he complained peering up at you over your swollen belly “but I know what you need,”

Rising Alucard reached for his trousers tugging the strings till his cock, heavy with a bead of precum pooling at the tip, fell free. Smiling and flashing those fangs of his wide he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing at his cock he lined the drooling pink head with your equally wet cunt, rubbing it between your lips and nudging at your clit. Gently he pushed inside of you, hissing as your heat slowly enveloped him till the hilt. The two of you rested there for a moment panting as your limbs tangled about each other. You whined under him, arms reaching towards him, hands making grabby motions for him. Alucard reached underneath you pulling you towards him. You both sat there, connected at your most intimate of places, your sweaty forehead resting on his cool one.

“Adrian,”

“Yes my love?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes my love”

With a low chuffing noise, Alucard thrust up into you once, twice, three times, every one seeming to be deeper than the last. Your mouth hung agape as your lover continuously fucked up into you carving the shape of him deep into your cunt. Moans barely escaped you as every thrust seemed to steal your breath, your eyes stared into the golden ones of your lover unable to look away. Before you could process Alucard's hand gripped your ass holding you towards him as he stood on the bed, steadying his feet in the cushion and using his grip to lift you fast up and down his cock.

“Do you feel me sweet, deep, in here,” he rasped as he bounced you on his cock balls slapping on your ass. His hot breath fanned your face as he used your own weight to fuck you, one particular hard thrust had your eyes rolling back into your skull, and with a rush words escaped you.

“Fuck Adein yes! Fuck me please, I- oh god don’t stop!” you screamed nails clawing into the rolling muscles of his back.

“That’s it mama,” he hissed somehow managing to grip you closer, shifting to the balls of his feet he began to roll his hips up into you to match every bounce of your ass against his thighs “Take it, cum for me, let me feel your silk grip me,”

You don’t know whether it was his words that got you there so quickly or the orgasm he gave you prior, but with a barely audible cry you came walls gripping him tightly as you gushed around him. Alucard grit his teeth at the grip your cunt had him in, thrusting a few times before spilling inside you with a strangled cry. Alucard fell to his knees holding you close as you both bounced on the mattress. He pulled you off him holding back chuckles when you grumbled from the over sensitivity. Gently he laid you down before getting off the bed and leaving towards your bedroom bath chamber. He returned with a warm bowl of water and two warm cotton cloths.

Sitting beside you Alucard dipped the washcloth into the water wringing it before bringing it to your heaving body. Carefully he cleaned you off, wiping the spunk he left at your center. You groaned, pushing at his hands, still feeling far too sensitive. With a chuckle he dropped the now sullied rag once you were clean of him, reaching to prepare the second one he had brought and pressed the soothing cotton to your sweaty brow. Your eyes closed as you let your dhampir lover continue with his aftercare.

“Am I forgiven yet, for breeding you with my -what did you call our child- hellspawn?” he asked golden eyes trained onto your face. With a sigh you looked up at him already having forgotten the remark you had made earlier. A sly smirk tugged at your tired face.

“For the time being leonito,”

#ughhh i am so rusty writing smut #but alucards return had me feeling sentimental #alucard tepes x reader #alucard x reader #alucard smut #alucard tepes #adrian tepes x reader #adrian x reader #adrian tepes #castlevania smut

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Headcanons of how would Alucard, Issac, Hector, Dracula, and Trevor react when they accidentally saw their shy crush practising to confess to THEM?

Awww!!

You knew your feelings to be true, but did they know that? Sure, you thought of them constantly, talked to them from sun up to sun down, and imagined the what if? in your daydreams. But as you mutter this to yourself, would they feel the same? Could they see you as something more?

Alucard - you had volunteered to cook for that morning before the others woke but it weighed on you to be alone with your thoughts. Just as you are muttering away to yourself, the dhamphir comes around the corner just as you are saying the “I love you” along with his name. Immediately, he’s taken aback, rethinking how he doubted you could care for him that way but also realizing he can’t hold others at an arm’s distance. Rushing to you, imploring looks and all, he returns the sentiment. “You’ve always brought me happiness…I love you too”

Hector - you were entertaining Little Cezar in the living room, having sought shelter for a while from your travels. Yet you were falling for the soft-spoken blue-eyed man from Rhodes, even if he didn’t notice it yet. Speaking your thoughts to the eager pup, you didn’t see the man’s eyes widen when you voiced on how you loved him. The train of thought stops when he takes you into his arms and sweet words in your ear, “I felt the same but I never thought you would too”

Isaac - traveling along during his journey(s) after seeking a new purpose in life left you thinking of Isaac in a different light. Ironically, you find yourself rambling to the demons even if there are a few who are capable of talking back. You’re caught in your verbal thoughts one night when he offers you some berries and tea, along with a warm smile and holding your hand. “Why confess to them when I’ve held you in my heart?”

Dracula - having been taken in as a pupil to study science, and it just being the two of you, a bond was only natural to form. Pouring into the books, you think of what could be, let alone what you would even say to him. “He’s the most powerful vampire…and I’m me! How would I even say I love you?” From the shadows, he emerges with the warmest smile. “I always knew I liked you, but I’m starting to think I love you too”

Trevor - you’re tucked away in the library of the Belmont Hold, looking for a new addition to your reading list. As your mind wanders, you start to rethink about how everything has changed and how you felt in realizing you loved Trevor when he was missing after the final fight. Flipping through a book you absent-mindedly just mutter “maybe I do care for him after all….huh, I love Trevor Belmont.” An eagerly passionate man rushes to your side with a cheek kiss and tight embrace. “I adore you too, love”

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ruiniel · 1 year

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Oneshot fic- Alucard (Castlevania) comforting his female magician s/o taking place in 1792 (who is the reincarnation of his past lover from the 15th century) who has a crippling self-doubt because of her controlling, abusive mother (who is a witch) who made her life hell when she was young which left her feeling that she's not good enough.

Hi there! I finished this little oneshot, here it is, I hope you like it.

Flame

Fandom: Castlevania

Relationship: Alucard x Fem!OC (per requester, her name is Bella)

Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, snuggling, sexual tension, magic, Alucard POV

Rating: T

Count: 1.7K

He climbs the weathered stone steps, one by one, actually glad to be back inside the castle for the first time in many a month. It’s become a recurrent sentiment, one Adrian doubted could ever again take root in his heart. Idly he ponders on errant thoughts, his absent gaze on the tray with pastries he carries, meaning to share them with her.

Bella’s still awake, his dear one. He’d seen the window to her chambers beaming golden in the night upon his return from the Hold. She’s been having trouble sleeping lately, and he cannot help but worry. He’s seen the shades beneath her eyes, the appeasing smiles that were a little too tight when he asked if all was well. This night appears to be no different. He’d been cloistered in the Belmont Hold for most of the day which means he… needs to see her; the bond between them makes itself known, her heartbeat fluttering in his chest the more he nears.

To his consternation, the silence is soon suppressed by increasing frustration—hers; he wonders. It becomes stronger with each step Adrian takes closer to the source, and other feelings are added to it, wrapping themselves around him like the folds of a dark, ragged veil.

Carefully, he enters the chamber. “I have something for you,” he says in greeting, to make himself known just as a sudden expletive has him frowning. Adrian walks inside the chamber proper and sees her, shoulders tense, poring over an old manuscript.

“This is incomplete… how am I supposed to…”

“What’s wrong?” He approaches, setting the tray down on a table before walking over and gently resting with his chin on her shoulder.

“The tome Mother left me, it’s full of inconsistencies…” Bella mutters, running a hand through her hair. “Some spells are incomplete, or written in a language I haven’t studied. I should have known…”

The work in question is all she has of her mother, and Adrian knows: they’ve had a complicated relationship. As he watches her claw at her scalp in frustration, he can’t help but remember. Every time, every single time he looks at Bella, Adrian sees her eyes, the corner of her lips tilting upward in a smile; the curve of her neck; another time, a different century. Another life. Memories bittersweet, as clear as dewdrops in his mind. How strange, that he’d been thrust back into the world by dire need… only to find her again.

Bella sighs, back curling as she lowers her head and stares emptily ahead; Adrian straightens, giving her space.

“I’m sorry, Adrian,” she turns to face him, regretful. “You must be tired from your own work, and this is nothing, only me, standing in my own way again… but sometimes…”

Adrian brings an arm around her, hedging his dear one towards a large armchair and taking a seat, bundled with her together in his lap. Her head rests on his shoulder, her nose is cold against his collarbone. “Go on,” he says, and against his will flashes an image of the past, as often happens whenever he touches her, holds her to his chest; whenever he feels the scent of her blood; of a word, a look; a situation where he’d offered the same reply, where she watched him the same way.

He’s never been so happy.

Bella sighs against his neck. He wants her to feel what she’s gifted him, too. He wants the shadows to loosen their hold on her, but Adrian also knows what it’s like to be shackled to expectations, to legacies, to one’s family’s wishes; never has there been a more arduous task than to break free of it all.

“Sometimes I remember,” she says, “all that stood between us, why we were so different though we were of the same blood, she and I.” She turns in his lap. “Her arts, or the way she practiced them, never clung to me, do you know?”

“I did not think you wanted them to, either,” Adrian says, running a hand up and down her thigh as Bella curls up more comfortably against him.

“No. I wanted to serve no one,” she murmurs. “No demon, no metaphysical entity beyond our reckoning; no gods. We were always at odds about it.”

Her sorrow is like an old wound, eating at her as the faded scar on his chest seldom does. His throat feels tight. “I understand being at odds with one’s parent, more than you know.”

“Oh?” She looks at him, wiping her eyes, expecting him to say more. Some things she does not remember; some are best forgotten.

The years have dotted the memory with dust and cracks, but he still sees it all in his mind’s eye. Surely not what Bella needs to hear, now; more discord, more pain. “Perhaps, better to keep this story for another evening. What were you attempting?”

Bella shakes her head. “The icefire spell. I focus, but all I get are tingles to the tips of my fingers and then… nothing. Like a candle smothered by the wind, it fades. I am left with… with the cold.”

“You cannot channel the elemental through you, if it comes up against a wall,” Adrian murmurs, his long, warm hand grazing her cheek.

“I know. It’s as though… as though the words I’ve heard repeatedly throughout my childhood paralyze me whenever I try. Do you… do you understand?”

He does not. He cannot remember his parents being anything other than content during his brief childhood, and they were always glad to be around him, to spend time with him, to encourage him to become what he desired.

Adrian holds her tighter.

“There is that voice, that voice that sometimes is hers, but lately it’s mine, most times it’s mine nowadays… saying I know nothing, that I am a fraud, a broken vessel magic refuses to pass through!”

“Lies,” Adrian says, hurting for her, at a loss. He takes Bella’s smaller hands in his, presses into her fingers. She’s shaking in one of those moments of disorientation where he knows she needs him—just as countless times he’s needed her.

He tries to understand, though for those brief few years, for the blink in the eye of time that was his childhood, Alucard of Wallachia remembers the happy moments sheltered between his parents, their love… the easily shattered pretense of familial bliss. But swift as they were, he’s lived them, experienced them. The love of his mother and the protection of his father had helped him flourish in those years. Things she never had. “I have an idea,” he says.

“...?” Bella raises her gaze to his, and he wipes away an errant tear of frustration with his thumb.

“Our bond is strong; I’ve read about this before, but never applied it… not with you here, now, at least.” He smiles; she smiles back through her tears.

“Applied what, Adrian?”

“I could… try to help.”

She blinks, confused; interest changes her tired features.

“How?”

“Turn around.”

An eyebrow raised, she does as he asks, turning in his lap as Adrian’s arms wrap around her middle.

“Now,” his voice is lower, rougher with her pleasant weight on him, “place your hands as you would to attempt the Icefire.”

“... how would this work, exactly?” she asks, more curious now than anything. Good.

Adrian says nothing, but buries his face against her neck; breathes her in, feeling the shudder wracking her body. “When we’re this close,” he says, placing a soft kiss to her ear, another to her throat, “... How does it make you feel?”

Bella swallows, leaning back like one famished for him, tensing when he places another kiss, lower, to the side of her neck, long fingers pulling at the loose robe she’s wearing to reveal her shoulder; another kiss, lingering warmth on her skin.

“Well?” he asks.

“I think of…” she smiles at the soft brush of his lips. “...fire…” she pauses, “... wildfire…”

Adrian smiles against her skin. “And now?” He focuses a stream of his own power, gently brushes against her willing life-force, seeps through it, through her; binds them together as before. Bella’s head falls back against him, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

“Now… I feel… you. All of you… Adrian, you’re…”

“Go on, Bella,” he whispers, sucking on her earlobe with a tenderness that sends her into a fit of shivers.

“You’re within, how… are you doing this…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” comes the swift, definite answer, another needy sigh. Adrian smiles, himself rather lost amid the sweet tendrils of her spirit and the latent, struggling magic he finds within.

“Now… focus on the spell. Can you try?”

She does; he feels it too. Pure, frightfully potent, so much, too much, but his hands are roaming down her hips, her thighs, back up along her body; her soft moan drives him insane. “This is you, this resides within you. Do you feel it? Can you see?”

“... Adrian, I can’t—”

“You can,” he tilts her head by the chin and greedily kisses her on the mouth, tasting magic on her lips.

Her hands are still stubbornly set before her, fingers curled in the symbol of the spell.

When he breaks away, she is breathless, eyes aglow. “Look,” Adrian says.

Bella gazes at her hands, at the roiling flames simmering between her palms; a tender bud of fire tinting their features with its bright blue light.

She gasps. “You… you did it!” she starts, hands carefully turning and shaping the flames, become stronger every moment.

“No,” Adrian kisses her cheek, sighing and needing more of her, though he keeps himself in check. There is time; unlike before, they have peace now. “You did it.”

Bella cups her palms together while he cannot stop nipping at her ear, her throat; she’s giggling in disbelief at the soft brush of her own energy against her skin, its expression materialized into flame. “We did it,” she says, suddenly clapping her palms together, so the flame is smothered, turning to face him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He’s weak; she always makes him so. He should be used to it by now. “What now?” Adrian asks, head fallen back against the armchair, playing with a lock of her hair; watching her, desiring her.

Her face shows gratitude, fringed with the same devotion and need lurking brightly behind his own eyes. Bella leans forward and kisses him—long, excruciatingly slow. “Now, we take a much deserved break,” she noses at him, traces his jaw with her fingers, still hot from the flame she wielded. “What do you say to that?”

Adrian bites down on his lip, hands gliding down and digging into her hips, his smile turning crooked—the way she always liked it. “But now… now, you show me.”

Her grin spreads like a blaze. “Deal.”

#alucard x oc #ruiniel:fanfiction #alucard castlevania x reader #adrian tepes x reader

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nyxshadowhawk · 3 years

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Things I love about Season 4, Episode 10

*SPOILERS*

Episode 10: It’s Been a Strange Ride

1. Season 4 Hector is great, and I wish we saw more of him. (Also that pose reminds me of someone, can’t think who…) I like this whole philosophical conversation about the difference between power and strength.

2. I mean, I wanted her to die in a fire, and technically she did! Just… not in the way I expected. I’m still very angry that Lenore is being presented as sympathetic, and that Hector likes her at all. I don’t feel like her abuse of him in the previous season was properly addressed or overcome. An “I’m sorry” isn’t going to cut it. But, it could be worse. I would much rather have this than them ending up together.

3. “I think I felt part of my brain die just trying to follow that logic.” And children have been calling him father? That’s adorable!

4. “And I was hoping you could help me teach this brilliant but fairly useless man how to live his life.” HAHAHA! I like this. I like this idea of building around the castle and a bright new future. It brings full circle all of the important themes that have been brought up throughout the series. The “where do we go from here?” question, the preservation of knowledge that was so significant in seasons 1 and 2, and the concept of rebuilding for more people. In fact, I think we’re all feeling that way after the pandemic — the way forward is to start rebuilding, and to have hope for a better future.

I also like that there’s a Ship Tease between these characters, but not an outright ship. That implies that Alucard is still capable of loving, but doesn’t force a relationship. And, I can’t believe I missed this, but “Greta of Danesti” is meant to be Grant Danasty.

5. Okay… so, I assumed that a bittersweet ending was the best I could have expected out of a show like this. Trevor dies, and I’m not terribly surprised. I didn’t expect the writers to pull a trope as sentimental as the Disney Death, but God, am I glad they did!

6. “You know what scared me the most? […] That you might end up calling the kid ‘Trefor’ after all.”  “How did you even know?”  “Please, this is me! How do you think I managed to say single and carefree all these years?”  “CAN SOMEONE PLEASE COME OVER HERE AND KILL THIS MAN?”

(Ah, so that’s how there’s a whole village’s worth of Belmont descendents in Ecclesia!)

7. “You have a village now? What’s it called?” “Treffy.” “Can someone please come over here and kill me!”

8. Alucard is weirdly happy! And believes that whatever happens next, it’s going to be worth it. Hearing that from him brings me so much joy! That’s all I wanted for him.

9. “I think we finally won.”

10. WOAH, WHAT? Wow, if even these two get a happy ending, then… wow! Wow! Although now, I can’t really help but wonder where the story is going from here, if the rumored spinoff series happens. Much of Castlevania’s lore is dependant on Dracula being the incarnation of evil, and the Belmonts (and co.) having to fight him back century after century. I’m not sure what this means, but I am so happy and pleasantly surprised that Dracula and Lisa finally get to be together in happiness. I hope they come to visit their son eventually, because I know he’d like to see them (though I doubt Dracula would agree to live in a village called “Belmont”). (Also Lisa, if you insist that Dracula go by Vlad now for the sake of inconspicuousness, then maybe your surname shouldn’t be “Impaler.” Sorry, I had to.) And Dracula intends to travel to England? Of course.

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I just… wow! What an emotional rollercoaster! I went from feeling distressed, to feeling melancholy, and then to feeling very happy all in the span of the last hour! I didn’t dare to believe that there would be such a heartwarming, happy ending after such a dark show! For one long and harrowing year I assumed that the creators would find other ways to emotionally screw me over. But in the end, I got what I wanted! In spades! Everything came full circle, and returned to the idealism that originally drove the protagonists in Season 1. How do I feel now? I feel like I just fought a long battle. I feel… relieved, more than anything. Relieved that it’s finally over, that the metaphorical sun has risen.

More than anything else, I’m grateful to this show for bringing Castlevania, and everything related to it — its music, its artwork, its fanart, its characters, its memes, and the games themselves — into my life. I am so happy it exists for that reason alone, let alone everything else! And now that I’ve gotten the closure I desperately needed, I can reclaim my love for it!

What a phenomenal show!

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thewritingginger · 3 years

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Star Gazing

I started this maybe about a month back and finally finished it. IDK if it’s my best but thats okay.

Fandom: Castlevania Pairing: Alucard x GN! Reader Word count: 1,289 words Warnings: Friends to Lovers, 16+, A little steamy, Kissing, Caressing, Suggestions of intercourse, Possibly inaccurate star facts, & Bad star joke

Enjoy ~

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It’s a brisk summer night. You and Alucard are laying out on a large blanket under the stars. Side by side, your hands are folded on your chest as you listen to the soft baritone of his voice. He became a professor giving an unprompted lesson on constellations and you, a willing pupil. As you listen, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“And that there is Gemini.” His arm extends directing your vision.

“Wonder why it’s named that.” You say to yourself but the blonde is quick with a response.

“Well the word Gemini is Latin for twins. The reason it’s named that is because the two brightest stars are named after the twins Castor and Pollux from Greek and Roman mythology. When Castor was killed in battle, Pollux pleaded with Zeus to bring him back. So the two were changed into the constellation so they could be together for all eternity.”

“That’s really beautiful.” You turn your head to face him. Unknowingly, he mirrors the movement. Your eyes lock.

“Yeah, it is.” He says with a small smile. The moon light illuminates his face, casting light shadows over his golden eyes. A moment passes before he clears his throat and returns his gaze to the sky to continue but your eyes stay on him.

“Oh um and if you shift your gaze over just a bit you’ll see Orion.” His redirection makes you chuckle softly.

“Wow, you really know your stars.”

“Well when I was younger I was fascinated by them. Any chance I got I’d ask my mother to read about them and look for them with me. She never once deterred me either, she always valued knowledge.” The sentiment is followed by a half-hearted laugh.

“She sounds like a beautiful woman.”

“Yeah, she really was.” His words trailed off. The subtle down shift in his eyes makes your heart squeeze.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, there’s no need. It’s good to recall those memories.” Looking at the sky the silence between you grew again. Changing the subject Alucard glances over to you with a side grin. “Do you want to know why Orion’s Belt is the best part of the constellation?” He asks, clearly trying to bring the mood back up.

Letting out a breathy chuckle you shake your head, “I don’t know, why?” You muse.

“Because anything else would just be a waist of space.” You couldn’t help but snort.

“Okay, that was horrible.”

“Perhaps, but it still got a laugh out of you.” He nudges your side.

Both smiling, you turn towards each other again. With your laughter subsiding you notice your faces are closer than they’ve ever been before. Your mouth, still holding traces of a smile. “Yeah, I guess it did.” Your words come out in a hushed tone. As if you were worried of breaking whatever was growing between you. Looking at his lips then back to his eyes, unconsciously wetting your’s with your tongue.

A gust of wind that carries the sound of rustling leaves and crickets fills the air around you. A loose strand of his golden locks tickles your cheek.

Your faces, as if on their own, move closer. You can feel his breath on your lips. The sensation was enough to make you melt. Oh how you’ve wanted to melt against him. Become putty in his hands, allow him to mold you to fit him. His body. His hands. His lips. You wanted all of it. All of him. Now your noses are almost touching. His mouth, just one hot breath away.

But you’re not moving.

Neither of you are.

This uncharted territory between you holds fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of possibly losing the friendship you’ve been cultivating this past year.

What if there’s no spark and what you had is ruined? But what if it’s not? What if it becomes greater? The risk is scary and exhilarating. For months you’ve wanted to test these boundaries but have been too much of a wuss to try. Perhaps Alucard feels the same. He is just as unmoving as you are. You’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not looking. How he observes you while you’re reading or smiles when he hears you humming as you cook.

At the time it all seemed harmless. Platonic. But now, now he is laid next to you breathing the same air. So close that you’re afraid he can hear your heart about to beat out your chest. Hear you swallow as you try to sooth your dry throat. Or even the voice in your head screaming at you to finally make a move. But before you could rip the bandaid off yourself you felt the sweet sensation of his lips on yours.

Your body moves on its own, leaving you behind with your thoughts.

He’s kissing you! And you’re kissing back. Hard! Like you might die if your lips part, as if the oxygen in his lungs is what you need to survive. Your fingers tangle in his hair, needing to be closer. Needing more of his taste. Your tongue dancing with his, the flavor of wine still lingers in his mouth.

The moment of your bodies melting together comes to a halt when you finally pull back for air. His back flat to the ground as your chest lays half way on his. A large hand rests tangled in the strands at the nape of your neck as the other holds firmly on the leg that is draped over his waist.

There is silence once again.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He says. Though his retreating words contradict the lust in his eyes and his unmoving limbs. Gazing into his eyes, the ones you’ve dreamt about for countless nights, you cup his cheek.

“Don’t apologize.” Your fingers lightly touch his lips. His eyes flutter as the contact. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for longer than I can bother to remember.”

His grip on your thigh tightens at your confession, pulling you fully over his lap. In one swift motion he sits up. His knees bent to support your weight, holding you close. Looking up into your eyes he then leans in and places a kiss on your neck, your breath catches in your throat. Littering a trail of wet kisses up to your cheek to finally meet your lips your hands hold his face as your tongues explore each other's mouths.

His hands roam over your body wondering if there’s a way to hold you closer than you already are. Without breaking your heated kiss Alucard lifts you to rest your back on the blanket. Your legs encircle his torso as he rests against your body. His hips softly grinding against yours. A soft gasp leaves your lips as he goes back to your neck, lightly nipping and sucking at the soft flesh.

The once crisp night air feels hot and humid. You want nothing more than to strip yourselves of the clothes between you and finally connect as one. To feel his powerful body take you to oblivion. To be held by the man you’ve been wanting for so long. It almost feels too good to be true and maybe it was at this moment because he pulls away. Catching his breath. Chest heaving, lips swollen and eyes filled to the brim with desire.

“We should go back inside.” He says. Everything inside you wants to protest and you can sense the same from him but perhaps this was enough for one night. Tonight was just a taste of what is to come and you surely will enjoy savoring every second of it.

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Hope that was enjoyable.

Let know if you have any ideas I’m always open to them :3

Till next time 💛 ~

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shattersstar · 3 years

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evergreen

and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent (part four)

pairing: adrian tepes x reader

excerpt: You were grinning, running through all the most beautiful, fullest, dreamiest of adjectives to capture the face of your love. You tilted your head to the left, and he followed, the two of you grinning at each other with soft, soundless laughs. You closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling and blinking at him with a new found clarity, the words flowing effortlessly.

warning(s): brief injury mention, fluff, this is so,,hopelessly romantic, heart shape lockets making a reappearance

a/n: sorry ive only been writing for adrian my brain has been in alucard lockdown and it wont end (although this might be my favourite thing ive ever written so i’m..less sorry)

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It was quiet, the distant din of the forest brushed over the two of you. It was a reminder of the life surrounding the desolate place you called home. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the sound, the breathing of trees and humming of streams. You supposed Adrian heard it all so clearly, the animals and plants alike all alive in the surrounding forest. You strained to hear the crunch of fallen leaves by foxes or snap of fallen branches by deers.

It was autumn and the world was alive with harvest. Animals prepared for winter, plants returned to the soil and tree lines morphed into flame. It was one of the last warm days, the sun high in the cloudy sky, shining onto the picnic you two had set up. You were laying down, letting the sun soak over your while Adrian sat cross legged behind you. Your head was in his lap, the book you were reading was resting on his thigh above your head, opened onto the page you were on. Adrian had brought a book as well, but discarded it after a few minutes of reading. It was out of date, he explained, the science was false and he decided to draw over the useless words instead.

You assumed there was some value in its history, but didn’t question it as he silently sketched. Adrian was always such an artist, often drawing you, or other’s he cared for. He could sketch Sypha and Trevor from memory, yet often butchered some detail of the latter for his own amusement you supposed. He drew his parents often too, but was quick to erase such images, as if even seeing their face was still too painful.

He had begun painting more recently. You liked sitting and working on something while he painted, catching occasionally glimpses at his work. Adrian was never shy about what he created, often showing you without prompting, and never dismissing your request to see his art. He had agreed he was good at it, the technical precision was there, but the heart was not. You were quick to disagree with such sentiment, and yes you could see it within the landscapes and dull memories he created on paper or canvas, but the love was there in the faces of those he cared for.

Each line he added to you, each bit of shading and highlight showcased you in a way that held more adoration than any words could supply. You liked seeing yourself from Adrian’s eyes, seeing your beauty as he perceived it. It was more flattering than anything anyone before him had said to you, not like Adrian would want to hear such things.

You weren’t sure how you knew he was watching, sketching you as you laid in his lap, but you knew he did. You even remained still, forgoing reading to be his muse for the last moments of fall. You didn’t mind getting to lay in the lap of the one you loved, a soft blanket underneath while the sun started to arch towards the west. You could’ve fallen asleep there, nature washing over you and Adrian watching over you. It was a place of peace, a moment you’d engrain into your mind and have a memento—a piece of art to show for it.

You only opened your eyes when Adrian let out an uncharacteristically loud sigh, he didn’t need to breathe, he only did so on his own volition. You peered up at him, sun dancing in his dark lashes. “What is plaguing you so beloved?” You hummed, tilting your head back more as you spoke.

"My chest, it aches.” He admitted with a soft voice. You sat up as his words registered in your ears, worry lacing your features as you moved to sit on your knees, beckoning him closer.

“Still? Why?” He turned his head to the side as your hand smoothed down his slender neck, brushing his collar aside and revealing the tip of the scar that cut diagonal through his torso. You kept your fingers off the injury, but untied the front of his shirt to reveal more of it.

“I am unsure, it just does some days.”

“This has happened before?”

“A few times, yes.” He sighed again, you felt it under your palm that rested next to the pink, raised skin.

“I wished you told me.”

“I did not wish to worry you.”

“And yet I am worried.” Adrian turned towards your other hand, resting on his shoulder and dipped his head down to kiss your wrist. It was a gesture of apology and you accepted it was you let your hand cup his face, lips pressing a kiss to your palm. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t think so.” You frowned, shifting your knees against the blanket. “And somehow I’m not surprised you aren’t pleased with that answer.”

“How can I be pleased when you, my dear, are living in pain?”

“Don’t be pleased then, be appeased.” Adrian shrugged, still speaking into your palm. You let your fingertips graze the edge of his scar before dropping both hands from him.

“If I must.” He chuckled at that, low and warm as your hands found his knees. You gave them a squeeze, almost to check if he still existed before turning, and placing yourself into his lap. You were careful not to lean into his chest, but Adrian eased you against it, his forearm wrapping around your stomach while his other hand brushed your book from his leg. “Now show me what you were drawing.”

“Of course beloved.” He hummed from behind you, picking up his green covered book and letting you flip through the drawings now masking the words. And you were right, many—most were of you.

A few trees, a tired outline of the castle, faces you didn’t know, but still somehow, every few pages was you, lounging in his lap, or from some other memory he stored away. They made you smile, less worried as warmth overtook you.

“Do you ever draw yourself?” You asked once you reached the last sketch, lingering on it.

“No, the image of myself in my mind changes far too often.”

“Oh?” You were surprised by Adrian’s answer, you expected something darker you supposed.

“I see myself one way, and then...I do not. I cannot draw what constantly changes.”

“Why does it change?”

“You.”

One syllable was more breathtaking than a single drawing he had ever done of you.

“Oh.” You found yourself on repeat, closing the book and letting out a slow breath.

“And I supposed other’s I’ve met, but mostly you.” It’s always you, he does not say despite how well it sits in his mouth.

You knew you had impacted Adrian, only a fool would say they didn’t, but to know that the way he constructed himself in his brain, how he felt when he thought of it, how he saw himself in his dreams, how he saw himself with you were all changed by you and how you loved him felt like a deeper proclamation than i love you.

“I still wish you would though, what am I supposed to put in this locket?” Your voice held an air of teasing, but a current of seriousness laced it as well.

“I could try, if you could like.”

You were silent for a moment, you didn’t want him to settle on a version of himself to etch into existence. Not when he was ever changing in his mind's eyes. “What if—“ You twisted carefully to look at him, noses brushing as you did. “What if you drew yourself from how I saw you?” You asked, wanting his art to convey his beauty as it did yours.

Adrian pondered it for a moment, before tilting his head and surprising your lips with his. “Yes.” He whispered against your mouth before finding his book yet again.

You slipped from his lap to give him space and studied him for a long moment. He didn’t shift under your gaze, or look away, but instead studied your back. You were grinning, running through all the most beautiful, fullest, dreamiest of adjectives to capture the face of your love. You tilted your head to the left, and he followed, the two of you grinning at each other with soft, soundless laughs. You closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling and blinking at him with a new found clarity, the words flowing effortlessly.

Serious mouth, something that hides smiles and fangs. Lips that slope into something heartbreaking—a smile like no other.

He grinned at that, eyes dropping to the page as he began drawing.

Soft eyes, set deep, but still shining. Sharp like daggers and holding handfuls of sunrays in them. Not cold with sadness, but heavy with it.

“Heavy with love too.” He hummed, earning a kiss on his forehead before you settled back to describing him.

Nose…

You paused your words, letting Adrian catch up to your lovely description, while you pondered on it too. You knew this was much for him, so much love filling his ears, outward and heedy. Yet it didn’t feel like enough, like it captured how much his appearances enraptured you, but as his heart did too. You wanted him to see your love through your eyes.

It was a daunting task, and yet you carried on. You reached out, brushing over his nose with your index finger, as if the words lived in your fingertips and could only be released by touch. You furrowed your brows, lips parting before you took Adrian’s hand, the one holding the book. He kept his gaze on you as you brought his slender fingers to his nose, tracing it as you did. You loved all Adrian’s features, but his nose especially, and no words could describe the beautiful feature that pulled his whole face together.

My favourite thing.

He let his attention fall back to the drawing, a bloodless blush could’ve warmed his face with the kind descriptions you imparted onto him. He knew you loved him, you proclaimed it enough, but the sweet words that overtook this dimming autumn day were even more dizzying than he expected. And you weren’t done yet, unrelenting in your words and adoration for him.

Sharp contours—jaw, cheekbones—with an underlying kindness, youthful softness to the angular curves.

Beautiful forehead, my favourite place to kiss. And press myself to.

Brows low, very precise—too serious most of the time.

Hairline like the ocean, framing the sand and sometimes sweeping over it.

You twirled the forever loose curl that hung forward, always draping against his smooth skin. He wanted to lean into your touch, but his attention was on the page.

Hair long, softer than any silk. Golden—not like honey, but wheat fields blowing in the breeze. And thick, with lazy waves throughout it.

You stayed quiet after that, hoping it was enough. You were all warm throughout now, despite how the evening had fallen over you two. You wanted to climb back into Adrian’s lap, but instead you moved to sit cross legged, toying with a loose thread on his pants, twisting the string from the seam by his knee around your finger until his shoulders dropped and the pen stopped moving.

You let your hands rest in your lap, and you watched him study it for a long moment. You wanted to ask if it was okay—some version of him he could agree with, yet he brought the pen back, scrawling something in his tight, professional handwriting and tearing the page from the book with precision.

The drawing took up one corner, the words printed in the background barely noticeable to the bust drawn over them. He folded the piece of paper, once, then twice. A tiny square sitting in his palm, before Adrian finally met your gaze. He reached out, cool fingertips grazing over your neck as he brought your heart shaped locket to sit in his other palm. He used his thumb to open it, placing the piece of paper inside and closing it again.

He kissed the smooth metal before letting it fall back against your sternum, smiling with a haziness that made you feel drunk of love as well. You took his hand in yours, Adrian quick to intertwine fingers before you could settle your palm to his. He urged you closer, uncrossing his legs and letting you take up space between them. “Do you feel better?” You hummed, the pain that had overcome him before not leaving your mind.

It wasn’t like you to forget so easily.

“Hm, better? Yes.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of your nose.

“Are you just saying that?”

“No, of course not.”

“I find that hard to believe, you often dwell in pain my dear. Especially alone.”

“I know,” He sighed yet again, bringing his free hand to your chin and drawing your attention to him. “If you’d like, I believe I have found a way that you can help, make me feel better.”

“Yes, what is it?”

He smiled—heartbreakingly. “Marry me?”

For a quiet beat, you paused, the words reaching your ears, settling in your short term memory before they processed into something that rang forever in your head. You and Adrian had talked about marriage, he had settled on the notion it was a frivolous display and he had everything he needed with you. And you agreed. He was everything you needed.

And now, he needed to be your husband.

You tucked some of his hair behind his ear, leaning in with a low voice, “My love, don’t you know?” You asked, blinking up with a slanted grin, “I’ve been married to you from the moment we met.” He breathed out a chuckle, reedy and low.

“Then,” His palms cupped your cheeks, forehead pressing into yours. “Let me marry you.”

“Yes,” You breathed into him, “Yes you can marry me.”

It was the first day of winter when you finally opened your locket. You unfolded his drawing carefully, the likeness you wanted to convey hung in every inked line. Your fiancé existed in both your hearts now.

Your fingers brushed over the words, creased from the folding, but still clear.

It’s always you, my betrothed.

#adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes imagine #alucard imagine #alucard x reader #castlevania imagine #castlevania #writing #if this doesnt get notes ill boycott writing for all of 2021

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zer0pm · 4 years

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Imagine if Alucard‘s heart beats loudly only for you.

A/N: WARNING!! This be long!!

Alright, I think it’s safe to say that we all agree that Alucard effin’ deserved better in S3, dammit. I don’t know what the writers were thinking, but if they aimed to place him on his dad’s path, there were better ways to do it. Just saying. Here’s some fluff to give our boy the love he needs.

Alucard has been awake for some time now, his golden eyes gaze upon the serene look on your face as you slept. He wore a look of longing and adoration as his fingers brush gently across your skin, caressing your back in long strokes. The sensation of his touch stirred you pleasantly in your sleep and you released a familiar and satisfied sigh. The sound made the dhampir’s heart swell along with his ego. Gently, he pulls you further into his embrace with the intent to feel your soothing heartbeat against his chest and allow your warmth to envelop him.

As if out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his slender waist and angle your head to slightly face him. Your ear presses against his chest and he watches you smile at the sound of his heart. Beating only for you.

In that moment, Alucard was in awe. There were very few moments where he had ever felt his own heart pulse within. Although he is half-vampire and therefore possesses a biology that functions differently from humans, that mortal side of him kept his beat faint, even almost non-existent. His father, an age-defining genius, argued that a beating heart has no function within an immortal. His mother, on the other hand, claims that it was his body’s way of telling him that it yearns still for a warmth that only human life can give. Of course, there was a scientific explanation for it; however, his mother, a doctor, an individual of medicine and science, suggests that the secret behind her son’s heartbeats stems from a hidden desire for something...romantic. One that defies rational reason. After nearly choking on his wine listening to her outlandish implication, Alucard outwardly denied such a theory to which she chuckled off humorously along with his father. Despite how the he felt, the idea was firmly planted within Alucard’s mind. It certainly puzzled him, but in time he did not care to waste any further thoughts to understand it then. Until he met you.

After his parents were gone from this world, you stumbled into his life. Or rather, you had picked a fight right outside his castle. He was mourning for both his mother and father, missing the company of his friends Trevor and Sypha, and was slowly slipping into the madness of loneliness and depression until his acute hearing picked up the clashing of swords at his front door. He wasted no time in checking out the commotion, wary that his domain may be under attack and saw you fighting what appears to be two foreign warriors. You seemed to hold your own rather well, but Alucard did not dwell on this and instead shouted at you three to cease your battle.

He demanded an explanation with teeth bared, clearly angered to have his peace disturbed. You were the first to speak up, claimed the two you cross blades with were vampire hunters trying to pass themselves off as hapless travelers in search for training and guidance. You added that, in reality, they take advantage of the hosts who accommodate them and kill them for their own gain. The foreigners denied the accusations and called you a petty highwayman, trying to kill them and take their belongings, fabricating stories with a silver tongue to sway favor.

Alucard looked back and forth between the two parties. He didn’t know who to trust. If it was in his nature, he would have killed you all and get back to wallowing. But he is not that kind of man. The foreigners appeared sincere, a brother-sister pair wandering the world with wide-eyes in pursuit of a greater purpose. Meanwhile, there was you. You, he honestly could not place. But there was something about you that drew him in, and while your story compared to the foreigners seemed incredibly outlandish, he could not find it within himself to immediately conclude that you were lying. You were a curious thing to him.

Alucard somehow felt responsible for the ordeal and thus the burden of resolving it fell on him. He offered the ultimatum, leave or die. It was such a simple plan that could easily unravel the true intentions you and the two foreigners held. And like a fish on a hook, the bait was taken. The foreigners apparently thought they no longer needed to uphold their charade and moved to strike down both you and him with bow and sword raised.

A stupid mistake. And as quickly as they moved, Alucard was faster. With a single thought, his blade answered the unspoken call. A swing, and two bodies fell to the ground with their throats slit. He did not even bother to watch the two foreigners bleed out as he noticed you collapse to your knees. Without showing any reservation, and on pure instinct, he lifts you into his arms and carried you inside his castle towards his mother and father’s laboratory.

He placed you atop one of the cushioned seats and analyzed your injuries. Several cuts and gashes here and there, but nothing severe and you were visibly exhausted. Apparently you were fighting for an extended period of time. Even though Alucard defeated them with ease, you did not have the same combative advantages. He noted first a particularly nasty gash atop your forehead to which he then swiftly proceeded to clean and apply salve on much to your protest.

“It is not as bad as it looks,” you said with a wince.

He ignored you, “When you stop bleeding, I’ll take your word for it.”

You released an indignant huff, but otherwise allowed him to do his work. He felt you watch him from the corner of your eye and wondered then what you were thinking. After a moment of silence, you relaxed before letting out a meek “thank you.”

“It is nothing,” shrugged the dhampir. There was another shortlived pause before curiosity got the best of him. “How did you know of their true nature?” He already had an idea, but wanted to ask regardless if not to have a better understanding of you.

With a deep breath, you regaled your tale. Apparently, the foreigners were taken in by your kin, admitting that they seemed a good, friendly pair of lost travelers just trying to find a place to belong. But one day under the cover of night, they hid away into your kin’s sleeping quarters, seduced them, and slew them before taking off with their valuables. The next day, you returned from the market in time for one of your loved ones to reveal all of this to you before dying in your arms. When you had finished, Alucard could see that tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you managed to restrain through sheer will. He knew you did not want him to see your pain, it was a sentiment he was all too familiar with.

The dhampir spoke before he could stop himself, “Forgive me.”

You shook your head. “It is not your fault, nor was it your burden to bear. I did not want other poor souls to suffer the same fate. Which is why I had to find them and punish them for their crimes before they had the chance to strike again.”

“It seems I am lucky, then. You have my utmost gratitude for coming to my aid.”

“Ha,” you huffed lightly. “You looked like you could have handled them yourself, see past their deception.”

“How do you know I am not simply that naive?”

“Are you?”

Alucard responds, “I confess, I do not know. At the moment, my situation is delicate. I probably would have welcomed any friendly face to my company should they present themselves.”

You seemed surprised by his honesty, even he did not know why he would confess such a thing, but at the moment, he felt that he could trust you. You offered an amicable smile. “In that case, you, sir, owe me. Big.” There was an unmissable, playful glint in your eyes when you said this.

The dhampir laughs, a rumble deep within his chest that resonated in his voice. He has not laughed like that since his adventure with his speaker and hunter. And even then it felt like such a long time ago. “Undoubtedly,” he added with a smirk.

There was a comfortable moment between you two before you casted a glance to one of the open windows that led to the outside. The day was still young. “I should get going, then. Pay my final respects to my kin at home before leaving Wallachia.”

“Leave Wallachia?”, his brow raises. “Where will you go?”

“I’m not sure, really. Anywhere that will allow me to...heal my wounds, I suppose.”

It was in that moment that Alucard was assured of this blooming and unspoken kinship between you and he. He already admitted to himself that he rather liked you and would like to get to know you better, perhaps even allow you to help him combat his loneliness. For this reason, his next words flowed effortlessly.

“You shall stay here.”

You were shocked, clearly taken aback by this unexpected offer and was stumbling with your words of protest, “I-I can’t possibly- You don’t know me, sir.”

“I know that you are selfless, possess a strong moral compass, and went out of your way from God-knows-where to spare me, a stranger, from the machinations of ingrates. You did not need to do so, let alone warn me, yet you did so, anyways.” Alucard closes his eyes for a brief moment in pensive thought before continuing, “I understand what it means to mourn for those you loved deeply. Please. This is the least I can offer, allow me to thank you and give you the space and time to mend your wounds. All of them.”

For a moment, he thought you would refuse and you did not immediately answer. Your brows furrow in deep thought, your lips in a thin line. He was about to apologize for speaking out of turn when you spoke first.

“Very well, then...”, you conceded with a grateful and almost saddened smile. Your eyes met his with sincere intent. “And perhaps you will not have to mend yours alone, as well.”

Ba-dump.

That was the first time Alucard had ever felt his heart do that. It was such a surprising feeling that, in his shock, he thought he was dying. But he was surely fine and became curious to learn what caused it, eyeing you from his peripheral vision. He was certain you did something.

Suddenly, your eyes widened and your body stiffened so fast that Alucard thought you would jump out of the chair. “I’m so sorry, I was so caught up with what happened earlier that I never asked for your name.”

Again, he steals another moment of careful consideration, his golden eyes bore deeply into your gaze before answering, “My friends call me Adrian.”

And thus how your agreement came to be. Some time has passed and during that time, you two have grown closer. Alucard found himself enjoying your company immensely and expressed genuine interest in learning everything about you and you to him. You never seemed bored in his company which pleased him greatly as once he overheard someone describe him as a “cold spot in the room.” He was certain that the person didn’t mean to harm him with these words, but it affected him, nonetheless and Alucard feared that he would be subjected to an eternal life alone. But your presence changed that thought, your kindness and genuity showed him that he did not need to face his depression on his own. He cannot remember a time when he has smiled so much and has you to thank for that. Even as your wounds healed and you had plenty of opportunity to leave, you stayed by his side and continued to be his light. And he did not question you one bit.

Ba-dump.

That alien sensation began to feel familiar to him the longer he is with you. His heart remained still in the beginning yet now every once in awhile, it would pound for a single pulse in your presence, growing in rhythm and intensity as time with you went on until he was certain he could dance to the beat. When you would look his way, it skipped. When you would look away when he caught you, it quickened. It was such a tortuous, wonderous sensation.

His heart stopped completely when you declared that you loved him and it began to pound instantly when he felt the sweet press of your lips against his. Never in his life did he felt the need to breathe until he tasted you. It became too much, too blissfully suffocating that he feared that he could drown within you forever and never rise up again. As if sensing the intensity of his growing addiction to you, you pulled from him and placed your head atop his chest, your ear above his pounding heart.

“I can hear your heartbeat. Is this the human side of you?”

“It is a side only you know.”

It went on like this for some time. As your affection for one another grew intensely, your innocent intimacy turned into a needy hunger. He felt like a starved man each time you two touched each other desperately but had no idea how to sate the burning inside until you gave him his answer by lifting his nightshirt and-

“Adrian?”

The drowsy sound of your voice pulled him from his wonderful reminiscing and his golden eyes met you.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, but...did you sleep at all?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a hint of worry in your voice

He replied reassuringly, “A little bit.”

“Was it that bad?”

He raises his brow at the subtle teasing under your tone. “Actually, I’ve been waiting for you to wake for another round.”

You laughed and would have continued to laugh before your voice was choked by a yawn. Your eyes were beginning to droop again. “I’m sorry, Adrian. As tempting as that sounds-”

He silences you with a chaste kiss upon your lips.

“Shh. I only slightly jest,” he smiles. “Go back to sleep.”

“Only slightly jest,” you teased again.

Alucard lifts you effortlessly to place your body atop his. “It will be a long morning when you wake.”

You looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a sly curve to your lips. “Promise?” challenged you.

Badump.

When Alucard finally regains himself, he grins at you with a lecherous flash of his fangs and squeezes your bottom generously before pressing you against his hips. The dhampir now has a newfound restlessness and was making you aware of you of it. His smirk curved with pride at your blush from the feel of him.

“Sleep, you idiot,” he commands lowly before placing a final and firm kiss upon your lips then tucking the top of your head beneath his chin. Although you huffed in slight frustration yourself, you listened to your love and fell back to sleep with a content and impatient sigh.

It was moments like these before the break of dawn when nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you lying together in complete peace, your hearts beating in blissful harmony- did he find happiness renewed.

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Hi! It's me again ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ I totally understand your struggle with the ship list, I got one too and oh boy it's a mess. So checked yours and I was wondering if you would do the ship meme for one of these: Trevor and Alucard, Sterek, Sciles, Thiam, Dramione or McKirk. Or maybe Napollya since it's heacanons and not a story? ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I don't know if you ship all the pairings above but if you do ship any of them I'd love to read the ship meme thing for them. Thank u!! 😊

I just have way too many fandoms and ships for it to be manageable I think. XD Ah well - what I’ve got is, at least, more helpful than ‘IDK ask me I guess’, heh.

Sure thing! ^.^ Or, rather, I’ll do more than one of those :P but I’ll start with … mmm … Trevor/Alucard. Although due to their canon world some of these are rather tricky for them…

Who said “I love you” first

Trevor! Very quietly, when (he thought) Adrian was asleep. He was still getting comfortable/coming to terms with Things and had no intention of actually admitting it quite yet. Adrian was in fact not asleep and was shocked to hear the soft words - so shocked he didn’t react at first, not until a minute or two later, when Trevor cuddled closer against his back and wrapped an arm around him again.

Then he turned over and Trevor’s heartbeat did some very interesting panicky things when their eyes met and he realised Adrian had heard him. (It’s all right, Adrian kissed him before he could tip too far to panic and distracted him. That minute or two was enough to let Adrian’s shock fade into being tentatively pleased, and the kiss was steadying familiar territory for Trevor. Enough that it almost kept him from being shocked when the kiss broke and Adrian returned the sentiment in a low murmur against his mouth.)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Trevor’s phone background is still set on the least eye-smarting of the default image options; Adrian’s is usually a landscape or art.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Sypha leaves them notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirror sometimes, mostly along the lines of clean up after yourselves or keep it down I do not want to be thrown out before I sleep in a real bed.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Neither, although Adrian does periodically attempt to get Trevor into nicer clothes (particularly ones that haven’t been marinated in demon guts and piss-poor beer) whether he likes it or not. Trevor mostly resists out of spite and to taunt Adrian; he’s from a noble family, his clothes are nice (if much-abused, and began its life as hunting gear rather than fripperies) and he can dress well even in finery, given both money and a reason to be doing so. But why would he want to bother?

Who initiated the first kiss

Adrian. He fully expected the punch he got for it - Trevor takes some time to process these things and he was well aware that one was going to be one hell of a surprise.

Trevor spat a few curses and stormed off afterwards, and Adrian was only surprised that it took less than a full day for him to get over it - he expected longer. Then Trevor was back, still muttering curses and insults and claiming he suspected Adrian of all manner of manipulative, predatory things … but he still caught hold of him and dragged him in for another kiss.

…all right, Adrian was also a little surprised how good a kisser Trevor is, and distracted enough by it to let Trevor pull him around to deepen it.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Trevor, on the rare occasions it happens, and mainly to fuck with Adrian, who has some trouble adjusting to the same schedule as his human companions … and who flatly refuses to get anywhere near Trevor’s morning breath willingly.

Who starts tickle fights

Trevor, who has fond memories - if ones scattered with ear-piercing shrieks and bruising - of doing so with his siblings. (It was a little bittersweet to think of again even now he’s fallen into a makeshift family such as the one he has now.) It’s become part of his ongoing quest to break Adrian’s ever coolly collected manner.

If he awards himself a mental ‘point’ for every time he can leave Adrian speechless or take him aback, it’s worth at least ten points to get Adrian squirming and giggling.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

When he’s feeling playful, Trevor. He’s handsy and sweet, teases and laughs through the water, warm and present.

When he’s feeling concerned, Adrian. He’s quiet and unobtrusive, all light touches and sharp eyes, supportive and gentle.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Are we counting that time Adrian showed up with a brace of rabbits in his wolf form and when he shifted backlaughed so hard it cracked his aristocratic facade terribly at Trevor’s startled and flailing reaction?

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Insofar as neither of them will admit that they are actually dating, it hasn’t really come up. (Sypha thinks they’re ridiculous. They’ll probably have been practically married for thirty years before one of them slips up and calls something a date.)

Who kills/takes out the spiders

If by ‘spiders’ you mean ‘big terrifying monsters’…

No seriously, though, Trevor does - he makes something of a production talking about doing it as though he’s protecting the sensibilities or nerves of a delicate flower of a person while Adrian’s attention slowly slides over to him with the dryest what even is wrong with you look in response to the teasing. (He mostly manages not to laugh. Sometimes he manages not to satisfy Trevor’s game by looking up.) Trevor still gets his kiss like a thank you after if he comes looking for it, because Adrian can rarely resist kissing him.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Adrian has never been drunk and is not entirely sure he is capable of getting there. Trevor tends towards either brooding angst or ridiculous silliness when he’s drunk, neither quite leaving him prone to loudly overt declarations of love. Being drunk does help Trevor voice things he usually doesn’t, however, and he has muttered plenty of things about feelings against Adrian’s neck and into his hair when leaning on him and being supported/dragged out of the bar or back up to their room.

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