#van helsing fanfiction

[6lostgirl6]

Can you please do a Dracula fic for me where it is modern times and you are Dracula’s mate. He sees you and immediately knows what/who you are to him. He goes about trying to court you but he does it in the same way you would way back when. You find it cute and sweet, seeing as how most guys put minimal effort in and just wanna get in your pants. Basically you guys fall in love and he tells you what/who he is, you obviously accept it, and maybe ends with you asking him to turn you. Which he’s obviously gonna do.

Thank you. 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Chivalry Is Undead

Pairing: Modern!Vladislaus Dracula x Fem!Reader

TW: Dracula haunted by your death, blood mention, dead bodies mentioned, reincarnation, mentions of past life, Dracula hissing at you, turning.

There was only one moment in time in which Vladislaus Dracula was able to find a sense of true happiness in his life. This was the time he felt like he was truly a human being rather than a monster, a tyrant. The time in which he still had you, his long lost wife.

Now, centuries later, he was considering taking a trip across the world to ease the pain of losing the only thing he had ever truly loved and felt that he could never recover from. The trip from Romania to America was rough, staying in the cargo hold of a boat until they reached land. By the time he was able to step out, the entire crew was lifeless and drained of all blood.

A few days after he arrived in the city, he decided to explore the area and get to know the city a little better.

It was impossible not to notice how out of place the vampire Lord stood in the crowd. He was dressed in clothes that would remind people of the Victorian era. It didn’t help that he was the only one to carry an umbrella during the day without a sign of rain. However, he also caught the attention of multiple women, none of which interested him. His beloved wife held a special place in his heart, there was no room for any other.

After walking for a while, he was suddenly hit with a very peculiar scent in the air. Dracula paused in his steps, his eyes widening as he took in the sweet aroma. His undead heart would have skipped a beat if he were human.

He could smell the scent of his beloved.

He hastened his steps, effortlessly pushing through the crowd as he did so. He wasn't going to let any disgusting human get in the way of him finding his lost love. He paused again, standing in the spot where the sweet aroma was at its strongest.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes in shock as he looked across the busy street and a rare smile appeared on his face. His pupils began to dilate as he stared across the street. There you were, standing near the crosswalk with a device in your hand that he remembered was a cellphone.

He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than you; the exact image of the beloved he lost so long ago. The sensation of moving towards you itched in his body. He was tempted to forget about the traffic in front of him and just appear before you. It was your touch, your presence, and your entire being that once soothed his tyrannical soul. He missed you and desperately wanted you back in his arms and that is exactly what he'll do.

You were watching something on your phone, waiting for the pedestrian signal to change so you and a small crowd of people could cross the road. Soon, the pedestrian signal turned green, allowing you and the small crowd to begin walking across safely. After crossing the road, you went to walk down the sidewalk when you suddenly bumped into what seemed like a brick wall, causing you to drop your phone. 

With the stranger's quick reflexes, he was able to grab your phone before it could land on the pavement.

“Apologies, Miss...” He said, his voice was deep with a Romanian accent, handing out the device towards you.

"Thank you so much." You said with a sheepish smile, taking your phone back from the handsome stranger. "I'm really sorry, I should have been paying better attention."

Damn, even her voice is the same...

He waved his hand towards you dismissing your apology with a friendly smile. "No, do not apologize, the fault is mine. Might I ask your name?" He asked with curiosity.

You found him awfully charming and you gave your name out instantly. "What's your name?" You asked, just as curious about the handsome stranger. In that moment, the stranger took your hand not holding your phone and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. You felt your heart skip a beat. 

“What a gorgeous name…” He muttered, staring into your eyes. 

Dracula’s keen hearing was able to sense your nervousness and your immediate attraction to him. His mind was hazy and fangs aching to make their claim upon your delicate throat. To claim you as his mate so he would never lose you again. "You may call me Vlad, my dear, I have traveled all the way from Transylvania for sight-seeing." 

“You’ve come a long way…” You uttered, your gazes were still locked on one another, unable to break the connection between you both. 

“I have, but I believe the agonizing trip was well-worth it, to see true beauty such as yourself.” He commented, smirking a little when he noticed the warmth flooding your cheeks. “I was exploring the city, but it would be lovely to have someone like you accompanying me. Would you like that?” 

Your eyes softened, giving a smile from his charm, he was quite different from the other men you would see around the city. It warmed your heart to have a man show genuine interest in you and want to merely spend time with you. “I would love that.” 

Dracula felt relieved as his eyes softened from your acceptance. He held his arm out and you quickly wrapped your arm around his own, elbows linked together. It was very old-fashioned you can admit, but you couldn’t help but prefer it. However, you couldn’t place it, but the gesture was oddly familiar, as if he’s done this with you before. 

Your relationship with Vlad has been going well for a few months now and you are happier than you have ever been. Since becoming his unofficial tour guide, you have spent almost every day with him. You have even been on a few dates with him, unable to resist his sweet nature and silver tongue. Dates that consisted of fine restaurants and extravagant tours of the city that you had never had the opportunity to experience before. However, you noticed that Vlad was very vague when it came to specifics about himself. In particular, he was not interested in discussing his past, his finances, or his methods of obtaining them and his need for carrying an umbrella everywhere. When you asked him why, he mentioned it was because he had a rare skin condition that would become irritated if exposed to direct sunlight.

Despite his mysterious behavior, you still found him extremely charming and you noticed that you were starting to grow intense feelings for him. However, as your relationship developed and your feelings grew, you began having dreams, strange dreams. More like nightmares because you would always dream about ancient times where you and Vlad were once married where the dream would end with your impending doom, you were never given details of your ultimate demise.

You never bothered to tell Vlad, not wanting to push him away or make him think you were crazy because you dreamt that you were his wife in some past life, you never wanted to ruin your chances with him. For instance, you were going on another date with him tonight, deciding that you both would meet each other in an extravagant park that was quite a distance from the city.

After getting into your car and making the drive away from the city, you arrived in the parking lot near the entrance of the park. Glancing outside your window, you turned off the engine before stepping out onto the concrete. It was just after dusk and the skies were starting to become darker as the minutes moved on. After locking your car, you headed over to the entrance and looked around. 

Part of you disliked Vlad not having a cellphone, due to him hating technology, but you had no way of getting a hold of him should you ever needed him or his location. Checking the time on your phone, you sighed as you were about to put it away. You were becoming a little anxious that you might have been stood up.

“Looking for something?” A pleasant voice whispered in your ear, thick Romanian accent sending shivers down your spine. 

You jolted slightly, gasping as you turned towards the person. Standing behind you with an amused smirk was Vlad, seemingly entertained by your reaction. You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt him. “You scared me!” You exclaimed, a teasing smile plastered on your face. 

“I apologize, my sweet.” Vlad replied, staring intently into your eyes. He thought it was delectable how scared you became, even if it only lasted for a meer moment. He was dressed in black with a thick overcoat. “It’s rude to scare the lady that captured my heart.” He continued, reaching out to take your hand in his own. He couldn’t resist touching you.

You felt your cheeks grow a little warm, gripping his hand as you both entered the park, enjoying the scenery. However, you were still a little distracted from the dreams you’ve been having. Usually, you were able to ignore it until you went home where you could reflect after your dates with Vlad. Now though, your mind was constantly replaying the dreams in a loop. You didn't notice how distant you became the more the date went on, getting lost in your own head.

Dracula noticed you were more quiet than usual, opting to replying in short answers or needing him to repeat himself. Dracula may have been old, but he understood when someone is thinking about something, something very important.

He stopped you both when you appeared next to a fountain, turning towards you and taking both of your hands in his own. "What bothers you so, my sweet?" He asked, concern evident in his gaze.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, a little embarrassed from your behavior. "I've just been thinking about some things."

"Like what? Does something trouble you?" He questioned, squeezing your hands. Everything was feeling very familiar again, and you were starting to feel a little weird.

"I've been having...strange dreams lately. Dreams that seem very real and like I've been there before. But it's impossible, right? Dreaming about something that's never happened?" You explained, but it only left you asking questions.

Dracula swore his heart jumped to his throat. Could this mean you were starting to remember your past life with him? Was his mere presence and time spent with you the answer to getting you back?

"What do you dream about?" He stepped closer, his gaze refusing to leave your own. "What is it, my sweet?" He was eager to hear your answer.

"It's really stupid, it's like we've met before? The dreams start with us being married during an ancient time and the dream ends with me dying in some way and leaving you behind...the dream never gives me answers though..." You explained, voice low. "But, we were really happy and I woke up crying sometimes."

"It's because it was real..." Dracula replied, his eyes soft and if he could, tears would have been gathering in his own eyes. "It was real, my sweet..."

"But that's impossible, Vlad." You stated, a little confused from his reaction. "Past lives don't exist and even if you were alive during that time, you would be dead right now."

Dracula sighed, before looking around. He didn't sense anyone else in the vicinity, meaning that the both of you were completely alone. For once in his immortal life; he felt nervous, nervous for your reaction.

"Come, my sweet," Leading you by the hand, you both walked over to the fountain, sitting down on the stone structure. "There is something we must discuss."

"Vlad...this isn't because of my dreams, right? It's okay if you think it's weird..." You started before Vlad politely cut you off, showing his hand.

"My darling, the dreams you've been experiencing are very much real. Centuries ago, you were the love of my life and we were once married. My pride, arrogance, and selfish desires caused me to lose you forever. However..." He gripped your hand tightly. "I have you once more, in this life. I've been given a second chance at happiness my darling, with you." He explained, he didn't want to beat around the bush.

You stared at him, slightly in shock from his explanation. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and crazy as you may seem, part of you believed him. However, the logical part of your mind screamed at you to wake up. If it were true, how is Vlad here?

"Then how are you even alive, Vlad?" You questioned, looking into his eyes.

"Because...I am a monster, my darling." He hesitated before continuing, "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula and I am a vampire."

"W-What?" You asked, standing up and backing away a little. Not allowing you to escape from him again, Dracula stood up and closed the distance between you both once more. He towered over you, his intense gaze staring into your own. "Vlad, that's not-"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true." He stated, grabbing your hand.

"Vlad, this is such a stupid j-"

Suddenly, Vlad appeared in front of your face, hissing down at you with glowing eyes, fangs protruding from his gums and jaw slightly unhinged like a snake. His face was monstrous and for the first time, you were scared of him. You screamed in fear, struggling to remove yourself from his grip as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gripping your wrist with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The monstrous face of Vlad returned to normal, pulling you close as tears gathered in your eyes, trying hard not to sob into his chest. He felt horrible that he had to show you this way, but he didn't know how else to convince you he was telling the truth. "You needed to see, darling, I'm sorry for scaring you." He caressed your hair.

You sniffled, your face pressed against his chest as Vlad continued caressing you, trying to calm you down. His monstrous face tormented your mind, however your heart was screaming that you needed to hear him out.

"M-My dreams..." You pulled away slightly, looking up at him as he moved a free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away stray tears from your skin. "W-We were really married...?"

He gave you a small smile, before nodding his head. "Yes, my sweet, but now we are given a second chance. This time, I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you with me forever." He promised.

"But you can't..." You replied sadly. Vlad was a vampire, an immortal creature that would continue living for many more centuries, while you could die at any moment. You felt your heart breaking, knowing that even though you had a second chance, you would still lose him.

Unless...

"Unless you change me..." You mentioned, causing Vlad to look into your eyes with an unreadable expression. However, you didn't realize how much Dracula wanted to sink his teeth into your throat and change you right this second. However, he maintained himself as you continued speaking.

"Is that what you want, my darling?" He asked, pulling you close as his other hand moved to cup your other cheek. "Do you wish to become mine eternally?"

"Yes." You answered, wrapping your around his neck which made him want to purr from your affectionate touch. "Yes, I want to become your wife once more."

Without another word and breaking your gazes, he wrapped an arm around your waist before dipping you slightly. From this position, all you could see was the face of your former lover and the stars above.

"Your wish is my command." He uttered, before leaning down, which made you close your eyes instinctively.

You were bracing yourself, awaiting for the pain that would engulf you when Vlad would sink his fangs into your neck. The pain that would ultimately change your life forever. However, that never happened as you felt the man of your literal dreams pressing his lips against your own. You gasped slightly, the kiss between you two quickly becoming passionate.

Dracula couldn't hold back the pleased growl rumbling from his chest. The ability to finally have you in his arms again and tasting your sweetness through the kiss almost made him lose control. However, he wanted to make the change romantic and less painful.

Behind your closed eyes, more memories were revealed like a record player and you felt tears swell into your eyes once more. You remembered everything and your heart shattered, knowing how much pain your husband has been through since your departure.

Reluctantly, Dracula pulled away from the kiss, staring down at you with a pleased smile. Your heart was frantically beating against your chest and the way you were staring up at him made him feel an intense longing. "Are you ready, my darling?"

"Always for you, my king." You uttered in Romanian, your eyes full of devotion locking onto his own.

Dracula's instincts were going mayhem as his eyes widened, hearing those sweet Romanian words fall from your lips, uttering a name that you once called him centuries ago. He missed you so much, and he finally found you, he finally had his beloved wife once more.

"My queen..." He replied in Romanian, smirking down at you as his fangs extended.

Next thing you knew, was the excruciating pain in your neck as the love of your life sunk his fangs deep within your throat before you lost consciousness.

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[bookworm-with-coffee]

Night Terrors. . .

(Van Helsing Boys x Reader)

(A/N); Ollo and welcome, friends! I give you VAN HALEN— wait. No. VAN HELSING!! Please note, it's my first time writing for the film AND my first time writing lil imagines! As always, enjoy! ❤

Plot; How they comfort you after having a nightmare

Pairings; Gabriel Van Helsing x Reader (Romantic), Carl x Reader (Romantic), Count Vladislaus Dracula x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, blood, death, angst with fluffity fluff

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Gabriel Van Helsing

The night was quiet save for the sound of the gentle evening breeze rustling the trees, the last embers of the campfire now burning away into nothing.

Dark eyes monitored the small encampment from afar, eyeing the two sleeping bodies with care. Peaceful sleep was hard to come by for one Gabriel Van Helsing.

Horrific nightmares often stole his precious sleep from him. Every night, almost. Both yourself and Carl were oblivious to such things, unable to hear his struggles whilst slumbering within your own little worlds. Some part of Gabriel was grateful for that, not wishing to burden you in particular about such things. You, who had already been through so much.

His gaze fell upon you with a tenderness that you never were allowed to see in your waking hours. Softly, a sigh passed through his nostrils in seeing you sleeping so soundly. As envious as he was, Van Helsing was unable to mask his fondness of you even still.

Your breaths were even, the delicate strands of your hair falling perfectly over the curves of your face. He could barely spy the details in the fading firelight, yet it never failed to put him at ease. You were so beautiful.

With great care in his steps, Gabriel strayed closer to your sleeping form. He almost jumped at Carl's sudden loud snore, glaring at the sleeping friar for a moment before continuing on his way.

Kneeling by you, he gently pulled your blankets up and over your shoulders, no longer having to mask his vulnerabilities and affection for you. You would never know how much you meant to the monster hunter.

From the very beginning, you'd been there. You found him on the steps of the Vatican Church, half dead all those years ago. Not a sister of the church, but a volunteer in servitude of God and the Church for their kindness in taking you in after your family was brutally murdered. They were your family. And you invited Gabriel in with open arms.

You tended to his wounds, nursed him to health, never left his side. Your face was burned into his memory from the very start. No longer wishing to stand idle in the Church, you trained alongside him to become a monster hunter yourself. You followed him everywhere. It was in all this time together, that Gabriel realised he loved you. However, he would leave such things unspoken. Everyone Van Helsing loves, always seems to die.

The warmth of his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple, swiping your hair behind your ear with one of his callouses. Before standing up, he took notice to a sudden shift in your behaviour. Your head had begun to shift softly, a grimace appearing strongly on your expression.

"No", you breathed out, your feet suddenly kicking from your blanket. Your body began to tremor and thrash slightly, Gabriel dropping fully to his knees beside you.

"(Y/n)", he tried gently to wake you, his eyes clouding over in concern. The realisation hit Gabriel that this was him every night and the thought of you going through the same thing made him sick.

"No!", you protested louder, your brows now creasing further. Sweat began to glisten on your skin, your breaths becoming erratic with your movements.

Grasping your shoulder, Van Helsing called to you once more, firmly, "(Y/n)!". You were suddenly pulled from your unconscious state, grappling onto the strong arm of your best friend. The echoes of your unwelcome dream lingered freshly within your mind, the brunette entering your field of view. "Are you alright?".

Feeling as if your breath had caught in your throat, you felt your emotions overwhelm you all at once. Your eyes stung with tears whilst you sat up, only able to whisper his name in your relief, "Gabriel". The dream hadn't been real; Gabriel was alive.

Your arms reached up, engulfing the larger man in a hug. The hunter's arms floated for a moment, not having the most affectionate upbringing. Yet, after a moment, he found peace and comfortability in wrapping them softly around your form.

Trembling from your sobs, you remained in Gabriel's arms, the brunette almost content to hold onto you. He could only imagine the horrors you'd seen, a sense of dread prickling in his mind. "It's alright", he hushed you, hesitantly reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. "It's alright".

The image of Dracula flashed into your mind, covered in Gabriel's blood. It had been so real to you. You'd already lost your biological family, the feeling of losing Van Helsing as well was too much to bare. He was the man who held your heart, after all.

When your cries died into calmer breaths, the brunette didn't pull away. He was allowing you to do so at your own leisure. "Are you alright?", he repeated, amidst his growing concern.

"Yes", you finally answered him, your throat tight and croaky. Finally breaking your embrace with him, you wiped at your reddened eyes, noting the worry within his own. He had such beautifully coloured gaze. Like the comforting smoothness of chocolate. "It was just a dream".

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small flask of alcohol. "Have a sip. It might dull your nerves", he whispered, offering the bottle to you. The liquid was smoky sweet and burned your throat, yet it had a comforting warmth to it as it hit your stomach.

"Thanks". He inclined his head with a short smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you".

"Don't be", he placated you with a gentle tug to his shoulders, sipping from the flask as well. "We all get nightmares".

"Even you?".

"Yes, me", he murmured. "All too often, I'd think. But, nevermind that". Wishing to distance himself, he stood. "Get some more rest, I think we'll both need it—".

"Wait!", you almost shouted, clasping your hand around his larger one. You sent a cautious look to the nearby friar who was still somehow asleep before meeting eyes with the brunette's. His brows creased in confusion. "Will you stay with me?".

Marking the look of terror in your orbs, the monster hunter relented easily to your coaxing. Many nights, he too wished that he had company for comfort. With a silent nod, his hat and jacket were quickly removed. You shuffled over in your bedroll, allowing him to fit in beside you.

Despite how intoxicating it was for the both of you to be so close like this, it felt almost right in a sense. Familiar. "Thank you", you breathed out, Gabriel able to spy the gratitude in your gaze despite the dark.

"Get some sleep", he encouraged softly, offering a smile. "I'm here". Shifting closer to him, your head rested by his broad chest as his arms instinctively fell over you. His gaze monitored your expression, ever content to watch you slip into a slumber. After some silence, you quietly called to him,

"Gabriel?". You recieved a hum in return, beckoning you to continue. Hesitation almost had your throat closing, yet you couldn't allow your best friend to face the fate in your dreams without knowing what truly lies in your heart. "I love you".

For the first time in a long time, his heart was unsteady, thrumming faster within its confines. His silence was tormenting to you, insecurities already playing within your mind. Perhaps you shouldn't have said anything at all??

Tilting your head upwards, his lips seized your own with a dizzying gentleness, his hands burning hot against the skin of your face. Or was that the alcohol? You couldn't be sure.

Breaking down every wall of emotional shielding he'd made for himself, Gabriel finally allowed himself to give in to the wants of his heart. "I love you too". It was spoken beneath his breath, yet you could hear the smile and perhaps the affectionate warmth within his words; as if a burden had also been lifted in some way.

One thing you were both sure about was; when you both would wake the next morning, things would be different, yet better than they had ever been before...

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Carl

"I beg your pardon?", the young friar sputtered, gazing at his best friend incredulously.

"There's not enough room in the castle for all three of us to stay, so you and (Y/n) have to share a room".

"I can't tell if you've noticed", Carl's voice dropped an octave. "But, there's only one bed in each room!".

"You act as if you haven't been dreaming about this for years", Van Helsing teased with a rare and almost lighthearted grin, the blonde's face heating up. "Come on! Here I was thinking you would be happy about this!".

"She's your sister!", Carl hissed. "I can't believe you're happy about this!!". The hunter's eyes rolled amusedly, falling onto your approaching form with a gentle mirth. Anna strayed not too far behind, the two of you already getting along more than soundly in the few hours since your meeting.

"Ready to settle in, Carl?". With just the sound of your voice alone, the blonde's worries and his ability to form coherent sentences had both faded from him.

"Yes, yes", he fumbled, nodding to himself more than anything. "Let's go". Van Helsing's lips pursed to restrain any laughter that threatened to slip and ruin his composure, watching as the both of you journeyed together to your shared room.

"Did they take the bait?", Anna cocked a brow.

"All too well", the brunette replied, irking a smirk from his female counterpart.

"You come here to help me defeat Dracula and yet you also think it's the perfect time to help your sister end up with your friend".

"Is that a problem?". An amused giggle almost left the Valerious in her keen observation of this stranger.

"Van Helsing, monster hunter and matchmaker", Anna mused to herself, earning an unimpressed raised brow from Gabriel. "A curious title".

"Don't push your luck", he warned.

Settling into your shared quarters with the friar had been easy enough. The room was large and extravagant, easily impressing Carl with the study space and yourself with the various arrays of books upon the many shelves.

"Now", the blonde started to ready his bedroll once the time came to slumber. "I can hardly have you sleeping on the floor, so—".

"Carl", you halted him. "This bed is a palace. Just stick to your side and we won't have a problem". The friar found himself unable to argue with you, enamoured by the carefree and playful smile you'd offered him. However, he couldn't help but feel guilty. If you knew how he felt, would you still be so keen to allow him to sleep beside you?

It was no secret to anybody else that Carl loved you, Van Helsing's younger sister. He'd half expected the hunter to hate him for that, much less support the idea and tease him incessantly over it. But, the way Van Helsing saw it; Carl was a good man of faith and hardly able to stand against him should his sister face heartbreak at the blonde's hands, if at all.

Everyone knew, except for you.

In climbing under the thick covers of the bed with the friar, some part of you prayed that Carl's warm presence would ease the fear and pain you often experienced when falling into the world of sleep. However, you found that not even he could keep the horrific dreams away.

You awoke with a gasp, trembling uncontrollably in the early hours of the morning. The moon was shining brightly through the windows of the balcony doors, illuminating the room in a gentle blue glow. You were in a bed; it wasn't real.

You heaved a sigh of relief and exhaustion, your head falling into your hands to feel the wetness of sweat dripping from your face. Tears joined the mixture whilst you desperately wiped at your now swollen eyes. Not even you could remember the last time you slept pleasantly.

Turning your gaze to your counterpart, you were relieved to find him still sleeping. His restful expression was beyond adorable, a wet chuckle leaving you whilst you reached over to brush your fingertips along his cheek. He had light stubble and a soft snore, snuggling into his pillow. How you envied his peacefulness.

Carl had always been a comfort to you, although you'd never admitted it to him. His rambles, his creativity and ideas had all ensnared you. He had such a sense of innocence in comparison to yourself. You had so much blood on your hands, you wondered if you'd even make it to the gates of Saint Peter. You couldn't allow him to follow you into the dark. Not whilst he shone so brightly in comparison to you. So, silent you would have to remain.

Moving yourself from the covers, you hardly noticed Carl's eyes fluttering open. "(Y/n)?", he mumbled tiredly, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Go back to sleep", you hushed him, attempting to leave as to not burden him further. His warm hand upon your own stilled your movements, your head snapping back to him.

You would have preserved the image you saw before you now forever, the air being pulled from your lungs at how beautiful his blue-teal gaze looked in the shining of the moon. It didn't take long for him to spy your tearful eyes, the friar suddenly moving to sit up in his concern. "You've been crying", he fussed. "What's wrong?".

"Carl, it's nothing—", you tried again to release yourself from his grip only for him to squeeze your hand. "Just leave me be". Despite your assurances, his mind was far too quick, already figuring out what ailed you. Carl knew that Gabriel suffered from terrifying nightmares. As his sister, it must've been only natural that you would have the same thing.

"Please", his voice remained steady, his thumb running over your hand. Your eyes met his own glistening with tears and clouded with shame, completely frozen under his gentle gaze. "It's alright", he consoled you. "I know what ails you and you needn't hide it from me". At his kind words, your head dipped away from his whilst hot tears began to leave your eyes. "Look at me, look at me". He coaxed your face gently with his spare hand, wiping at all the tears that fell without a care.

Your fingers wound around the ones that grasped your own, blinking furiously to dismiss the tears of frustration and embarrassment. "I was hoping that you would never see me like this", you wept, entirely ashamed at your lack of composure.

"(Y/n) Van Helsing has emotions, God help us all", he mused with a playful sarcasm, delighting in the small laugh that left you whilst your crying slowly ceased. He even noted that his usual timidness had also dissipated.

With his nimble fingers, he moved the strands of hair that hid your face behind your ears and smiled whilst removing the last of your tears from your face. His focus, that kindness. If only he knew how beautiful he was.

"That's better", Carl hummed with a sense of accomplishment. "Shall I fetch you some water?".

"No, don't trouble yourself", you insisted. "You've done more than enough, Carl. Thank you".

The blonde's lips parted, a kind smile dawning on his features. "You're most welcome". He thoughtfully noted the exhaustion apparent in your features, tugging on your hand to pull you back under the covers. "I think some rest will do us both some good".

"I don't want to sleep", you refused politely, a shudder passing through you at the very thought of another horrific dream.

"Rest doesn't necessarily imply sleep". Moving his pillows closer to your own, Carl invited you to resume your place now alongside him. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'll stay close".

However, it wasn't your pillows you chose to lie upon. You shifted in beside him, instead resting your head upon his chest. His whole form tensed for a few moments, shocked at your decision. But, a tender warmth seemed to consume him whilst your arms encircled him.

Every part of him felt at peace, wishing to savour the moment which would probably never come to pass again. His larger hands worked caresses and circles over your back and arms, content to listen to your rhythmic breaths.

"Tell anyone that I cried and I'll have you", you threatened jokingly, the friar taking to it with a laugh.

"Even if you looked beautiful all the same?". Carl's words had your head lifting from his chest in some form of disbelief. The affection radiating from his halflidded stare was enough to affirm the honesty of his words and speak many more to you.

His callouses brushed over the curve of your cheek, igniting goosebumps across your skin before the warmth of his lips reached your own in a firm, yet gentle touch.

Sharing a smile with the young fri, your head returned to rest upon his beating chest. Accidentally falling asleep in each other's arms some time during the night, you awoke surprised the following morning. For the first time ever, you didn't have any nightmares...

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Count Vladislaus Dracula

The usually quiet castle of Vladislaus Dracula was now encompassed with a thunderous, rhythmic beating. It instilled a sense of terror that usually went unfelt by the Vampire as the deafening sounds reached the unparalleled senses of his hearing. Something, everything was wrong.

For this sound wasn't any drum or song. It was your human heartbeat.

These cold halls were a safe haven for Dracula, always well guarded both in the day and night. And that fact was no exception to you, his cherished human bride.

Never had he heard your heart in such a fearful state, not since that night over three hundred years ago. The night you'd lost your life defending him against Gabriel Van Helsing.

The raven haired male almost shuddered at the thought of it, still remembering the sharp and hurtful details of your death all those hundreds of years ago.

Alike to this current evening, there was a storm baring a cold rain. The thunder cracked open the skies with a deafening ferocity whilst the battle between Dracula and his age-old enemy had ensued.

You had screamed, begged for Dracula's life to be spared, along with your heart which undoubtedly belonged to him.

Gabriel was in love with you at the time, just as much as the Count had been. Always sworn to his sense of duty above all else, Van Helsing had sympathised with your pleas, but refused. He'd insisted that the man you'd fallen for, who had a gentleness, a need to be loved, accepted and wanted, was 'evil'.

So, you took the final blow for him, leaping in between Gabriel's blade and Dracula. In doing so, you had given him the chance to strike down the hunter. However, he was far too late to save the one who truly mattered to him. You.

Whenever you had stood beside him, smiled, held his hand or looked into his gaze, there was never any fear in your eyes or heart. Only the warmth of unconditional love. And perhaps that was what stoked the fire in his soul all those years ago?

Dracula had spent the next few centuries after your untimely demise feeling lost and alone, trying to replace the hollowness within his soul to no avail. Until the fateful night you returned to him many months ago.

Following a whim and the prophetic and vivid dreams you'd had since you were a teen, you'd travelled from your home in London to Romania. It had taken many days and nights, following the whispers of your dreams, but you had found Frankenstein Castle.

It had been a task for Dracula not to crumble to his knees before you, to take you into his arms and immortalise you forever. No, he'd decided to wait out of respect and love for you to give him the words. It had surprised many, but Dracula refused to lose you a second time. The fates had given him a second chance that he would not take lightly.

Despite his confidence in his home, Dracula's sharp eyes travelled the halls for unseen threats that could pose a danger to you, but found nothing in his quick journey to your shared room.

Moving faster than the shadows, he had wasted no time in rushing in, still scanning the darkness of the room. His steps were silent as he strayed closer to where you slept, his usually hardened eyes now soft as they landed on you.

Releasing the human equivalent of a breath through his nostrils, Dracula was relieved to find you weren't harmed. However, the new-found concern he had was completely different from before.

You were gripping the covers with a grimace, your head swaying side to side every so often. Whimpers and quick breaths heaved through your throat as if you were running. It was the one other disadvantage of being human. Nightmares.

With a featherlight precision, the raven haired male sat on the bed beside you. The back of his stone cold hand pressed against your forehead, the skin hot and glistening with sweat. "Oh, My Dear", he murmured, his dark eyes reflecting the worry now blossoming within his very soul. He hadn't realised he had one in the first place, until he met you.

Bringing his hand to cup your cheek, he felt your pulse raging beneath your skin. "(Y/n)", he cooed, attempting to gently lull you from your unconsciousness. His soft touches brought you suddenly from your dreams, a gasp shooting from your throat when your eyes fluttered open. "You are safe, My Love", he hushed you. "I'm here, it's alright".

"Vlad", you huffed in your breathlessness, noting the soothing of his cool touch on your blistering skin. Sitting up, your hands wrapped around your lover's, his hands lifting yours to his lips. Slowly, he pressed cool and sensual touches to your delicate fingers, his brows drawing together when he spied your tearful gaze.

"What ails you, My Beloved?". His voice was calm and gentle like the seas of a nighttime, his larger hands clasping around your own to caress them consistently. One quirk that you discovered early on in your relationship was the fact that your husband loves to play with your fingers and hands, even to self-soothe his own worries. To make sure you were still here.

The crevice of your throat grew tight, your chest fluttering and stomach almost nauseous with the building up of your anxiety. Flashes of your dreams remained fresh within your mind.

You'd seen the Vatican Church in Rome. You'd seen the Priests conspiring with a dark and faceless stranger to kill your husband. Anna Valerious was also prominent in your dreams. It hadn't made sense to you. Not at first.

When you'd seen horrifying flashes of the night you'd perished 300 years ago, it had all come together. The stranger's face was revealed to you. Gabriel Van Helsing. Like yourself, back from the dead. You saw his boat, you saw his array of weapons. He was coming to Transylvania.

"We're in danger", your voice tremored, furthering the confusion and concern Dracula felt. "He's coming for us, Vlad".

"Who is, My Sweet?", his voice remained steady and soft, shifting closer to offer you more comfort from his presence.

"Van Helsing", you whispered, almost too fearful to even speak his name. The shock instantly hit Dracula's dark gaze, his whole form stiffening in a sense of alarm and fury.

"Gabriel is long dead", he attempted to console you with a smile, his callouses tracing over the smoothness of your cheekbone. "It was just a dream, nothing more".

"It wasn't, My Love", you mumbled, offering him a wistful glance with the shaking of your head. "My dreams spoke true".

Sadness clouded the eyes of your husband, knowing already that your dreams were never wrong. He'd only hoped they had been.

"Why can they not just leave us alone?!", he ground out from between his teeth with a sudden white fury. "Why must they scorn my very existence?! Can they not see that I am happy, leaving the world to its endless existence in peace??".

"Vlad, My Love", your voice instantly softened the rage boiling up within him, your hands reaching to cradle his face. His eyes were as tearful as your own, even now, managing the strength to offer you warmth in his smile as he looked upon you. "We speculated that this day may come, when we would be hunted again".

"I will not lose you", he spoke with absolute surity. "Not again. I will not allow him to take everything from me".

"And neither will I". His brows furrowed, silently asking for elaboration. "It's time, Vlad". At your words, his undead heart may have leapt into his throat in both excitement and delight.

"My Love, are you sure?? I am content to—".

"I will not let him rob me of a lifetime with you for a second time. Nor will I allow him to erase everything we have done. It will destroy you all over again".

Dracula only managed a few soft nods. For the first time in his existence, he would not be fighting alone, an unspoken promise lingering between you both. If he would be hellbound, then so shall you be.

Dipping his head, Vlad's lips took your own with a breathtaking softness, firm and sure of the strong tether between you both. Some part of him savoured the warmth of your blood lingering beneath the surface, knowing it would be the last he would feel of it.

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By the coming of the morning, you would be a creature of the night...

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I have an idea for Dean Winchester and one of Hugh Jackman's characters, Van Helsing.😘(If you have not seen it, go watch it, it's awesome!) Where you have been with the Winchesters for a long time and after Sam falls into the pit, Dean leaves Reader for Lisa. it's really sad and angsty at the beginning and begs him not to leave, he tells her to finally get her own life, is mean and thinks she's clingy and annoying and only tolerated her because of Sam being her friend. He does and is depressed and just wanted to die after. She meets Gabriel Van Helsing (modern version and descendant of the famous Vampire hunter and Gabriel the archangels true vessel) helps her get her life back together. Two years later she's engaged to Gabriel and meets Dean again at a bar. Maybe Dean is trying to be kind and sweet towards her but she's not interested in him anymore. Her fiancee gets involved. You can end it how you want! 😁

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summary - after sam falls into the pit, dean leaves you for another, and you end up being attacked by demons, leading you to your future husband.

warning - angst, swearing, happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

“I don’t understand.” You stand there, gnawing on your bottom lip as you stare at the man you’ve known for quite some time, “You want me to go?” 

Dean groans, “Yes, Y/n. I don’t even know why you are still here. Sam is gone, and there’s nothing for you here.” He continues to stuff his things into his bag, not even glancing at you. 

“I have you… Don’t I? Why don’t you stay?” 

“Fucking hell! Do you not get that I don’t want to be around you anymore?! You’re not family! You’re not even my fucking friend! Do you not understand how fucking clingy and annoying you actually are?! But no, because Sam had to be your friend, it meant I had to fucking tolerate your existence. Get your own fucking life, Y/n. I don’t want you. No one wants you.” He sighs heavily, zipping his duffel bag up and slinging it onto his shoulder. “Now, if you excuse me. I have a beautiful woman waiting for me.” And with that, he leaves, leaving you alone. 

Hours had passed since Dean left you, and you slowly dragged yourself out of the motel and hopped on a bus, not caring where it took you. You had lost your best friend and someone you thought as family, and finding out they never cared about you hurt the most. You had landed in a secluded area, feeling unworthy of living near people. You didn’t know you were being followed too deep inside your head. 

“Well, well. Look what we have here, fellas!” You lift your head to see a few demons, and you know they are demons with how they had no care in hiding their black eyes. The man looked at you with a smirk, “Aww, did your boyfriend leave you? All alone with no protection. I’d say we have a treat.” They begin to get close, and even though you are at the point of wanting to give up, you know this isn’t the way you want to go out. You slowly stand, knives sliding down into your hands. “Oh, look! She’s going to try and fight us all on her own!” They laugh, and it seems to fuel the anger, the rage building inside you. 

The fight begins, and the demons all gang up on you as you try and fight your way around. You had started to grow tired, and just as you were about to throw a punch, someone jumped in. Taking down the demons so swiftly and elegantly. You barely had time to blink before bodies dropped, and he had turned to you, raising a brow as you held on tightly to your knives. “Are you alright?” You nod, still cautious. “I’m Gabriel Van Helsing. I mean no harm.” He puts his hands up as you nod, slowly inspecting him before you hold your hand out.

“Y/n.”

Two years had gone by, and you were now engaged to Gabriel. He had become home to you, helping you grieve for your lost friend and his brother, being there for you when you didn’t love yourself. You and Gabriel were celebrating the good news at your local bar, and when he had gone to get the drinks and food you had ordered, someone from your past decided to come over to say hi. “Y/n, hi.” You looked over, and your face had become pale at the sight of Dean standing beside you, wearing a sweet smile. “How have you been?” Why was he being so… Nice?

“Uh, I’ve been fine.” You smile awkwardly, beginning to feel uncomfortable as you start to look for your fiancee, you didn’t know why Dean had thought it was okay to come and talk to you like he didn’t rip your heart out, but you didn’t like it. “Did you… Need something?” 

He smiles, “I just thought we could catch up. I’ve missed you.” 

“Missed me? Did you forget what you said to me? What happened to you going back to Lisa?” You growl, growing more uncomfortable rapidly. 

“Uh, she… She left me. So, when I saw you, I saw a chance.” Dean smirks, but it disappears when he notices the ring that flashes on your left hand. “What’s that?”

You go to speak but are cut off. “That’s her engagement ring,” Gabriel says, placing the tray of food and drinks down before wrapping an arm around you and glaring at Dean. “I’m Gabriel, Gabriel Van Helsing.” Dean’s eyes widen slightly as he hears the name, knowing he’s literally sitting across a legend. “Now, if you don’t mind. My fiancee and I are trying to have a peaceful evening.” 

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[bluecatwriter]

Seward gets distracted

This post got stuck in my head so I ended up writing a Jack Seward diary entry for October 6th. He is being so normal about watching Quincey "Royal Lot of Manhood" Morris holding hands with Jonathan "All the Man in Him Awake" Harker... (Rated G, no spoilers.)

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[eilahtte]

⚔️ Prudence Van Helsing ⚔️

Fanart for @vionetteinthedark ‘s fanfic, A Lady & Her Huntress. I’m just so in love with her OC 🥰

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[anncanta]

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It's amazing how some things reveal themselves when you look at them from the outside, through someone else's eyes, or after some time, when you forget the details that lie in the foreground and therefore seem obvious.

I couldn't figure out where I got this pattern in which Dracula in my fanfictions is very careful with Agatha the first time he bites her. It was so bright and acutely palpable, and it appeared again and again. Dracula behaves gently, he does not rush her and somehow makes her understand that it will not be painful and scary, and interesting discoveries await her. You see, it seemed to me that this was just my fantasy. Well, you never know what kind of kinks a person can have. Such light BDSM in a vampire way.

And then I understood, thanks to @moremoveslessannouncements-blog and her post, why. It's in the text. Fanfiction never lies. Fanfics always show what is in the canon, it just may be the main feature of the hero or plot or a secondary one. But in this case, everything was right before my eyes.

You see, I always thought that in the scene in the workshop, he was threatening her. ‘I will make you last’, ‘You'll be part of me’, ‘You'll travel to the new world in my veins’ ... This text is truly threatening. If it weren't for the body language that accompanies it.

Context is important, especially the physical, bodily context.

This is not a threat.

This is a threat.

If you forget about the text for a moment and watch what Dracula is doing, he slowly approaches her, looks at her intently, and gently runs his hand along her neck.

Let's turn on the sound and look at everything together. And again we ask the question – what is he doing?

I mean, not what are his actions, but what are they about?

And I'll tell you. He explains to her what will happen.

And when I realized this, I realized how blind I was. Because, well, look. How many of his victims did Dracula explain what he was going to do to them and how it worked?

Jonathan didn't even know what Dracula was doing until he found himself exhausted at his desk with the prospect of being locked in a box in a couple of weeks.

The Grand Duchess was eaten during a passionate waltz, without further ado.

Abramov and Portman were devoured almost without ceremony.

With Dorabella, Dracula made a good attempt to be polite and gallant but did not go into details of what was happening.

I purposely describe this so cynically so that it is clear what I mean.

Agatha is the only one of all Dracula's victims (perhaps except for Lucy, but that's a separate discussion) to whom he explains what would happen.

I only now realized what it was.

Let's return to Agatha's workshop. Dracula lets Mina go, and he and Agatha are left alone. He knows she's scared. He doesn't see, he knows it. He has an animal sense and can smell her fear. Agatha can be calm outwardly as much as she wants – he senses it. This is not yet Dracula we will see in the third episode, so it doesn't even occur to him to let her go. But he is interested in her. He likes her. And he – clumsily, in his own way, as best he can – calms her down. ‘Don't be afraid. You won't disappear. You will become a part of me. Your life will continue in the new world in a new form.’ And then this touch on the shoulder: ‘Hush, it won't hurt.’

I heard it. This appears in literally every text I write about them, one way or another. But I sincerely thought that it was my imagination.

If anyone still doubts it, then there is a scene between Dracula and Zoe in the third episode. Here, Dracula has already come a long way and therefore can express what he feels, not only with a gesture – now frankly intimate – but also with words. He can tell her this, still rather rudely and seasoned with mockery, but directly: ‘It doesn't have to hurt.’ The scene in his mind palace is not only a dialogue with Zoe here and now. This is a memory. He can afford more now. And he does. But it's still not quite ‘that’. We will see how he succeeded in the finale.

Well, to summarize, I would like to note that this entire storyline is missing in the script. It has the text that Dracula speaks on all three occasions (episode 1, in Agatha's workshop, episode 3, in the mind palace, and the finale), but it doesn't have the body language and subtle interactions that create this entire plot. Which is logical – the film and the script are not the same thing, the film is formed in the process of working on it, and some things are simply born on the set. But when the text is ready, they are impossible not to be noticed and impossible to be ignored. Luckily, fan fiction exists.

Thanks again @moremoveslessannouncements-blog.

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[yallemagne]

Jonathan ponders false prophets as he keeps his unspoken promise to Mina.

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[puttingwingsonwords]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897), Dracula & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Seward/Abraham Van Helsing Characters: John Seward, Abraham Van Helsing Additional Tags: Christmas, Age Difference, period typical classism, updating tags and rating with new chapters, Alcohol, Drunkenness, Repression, Seward has a cold/distant father Summary:

Professor Abraham Van Helsing is expecting to be alone at Christmas; medical student John Seward is struggling to answer his father's letter inviting him home for the holiday. So the professor invites his favourite student to spend Christmas at his home.

Alone together in such a different environment, both men have to confront feelings that have been simmering under the surface for some time now...

* I will update the rating once I have a better idea of how explicit this is going to be. Current chapters are Teen and Up (maybe even General?), but it will get Mature or Explicit later. Tags will also be updated as I write.

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[paarthurnax59]

"Little Sparrow"

Warnings: Christian and religions references, bad French. not much. Lots of fluff!❤️

Chapter 4

  

You stood upon a rocky hill as the sun beamed down at you, covering yourself from it’s blinding rays and blazing heat. The sky was cloudless, giving no refuge from the sun’s harmful rays. Looking around you see yourself in a nearly barren desert with what looked like olive trees scattered around the area, along with a few bushes and other species of fauna. A few deer could be seen scavenging for food. Hoping to see any sign of human life, you treaded the scorching desert. You walked aimlessly for a while until you come across three figures.

“Hey, excuse me! Can you tell me where I am?!” You ran at them and started to make out what they were. Two of them were female, one was a woman wearing ancient Israeli garb and with dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. Their other was a little girl with features very similar to the older woman. You assumed that they were mother and daughter. Beautiful beyond compared, but had the look of sorrow on their flawless faces. The third, what seemed to be a man facing the two women with him kneeling to the little girl. He wore all white and his back was facing you, completely disregarding your existence all together. 

“Hey! Can you hear me!? I need help!” You shouted once more and again they ignored you. Why can’t they hear you? Then you kept quiet as the man spoke softly and calmly to the little girl, making you stare in awe. 

“My sweet girl, I must leave you. I have fulfilled my purpose upon this earth, and now my father calls me back.” The man in white said to the girl and her eyes began to tear up. His voice, while gentle as an autumn breeze, held a silent power. A power so strong that it could stop an entire war from breaking out. It made you go silent and stand with your jaw open, listening intently to their conversation.

“Papa, I don’t want you to go. I love you! I can’t bare losing you again.” The crying girl ran to the man, which now she assumed was her father, and embraced him with as much strength as her little body could muster. You heart broke for the little girl, knowing how it felt losing a parent. She was even around the same age as you when you lost both your parents. You wanted to be mad at the man for leaving his daughter behind, but for some reason, you couldn’t. He hugged her back with the same amount of love she was expressing to him. He held her tightly, like it was the last time.

“And I love you, my little sparrow. Which is why I must go. You and your mother must get out of here and away from Nazareth…” Your ears perked up from hearing the mysterious man hugging the little child. Nazareth? You were in ancient Nazareth? You continued to watch the heart-breaking moment between three people. No longer you care about them noticing you as you listen with a heavy heart as a family was being separated. “A boat will take you where you both need to go. No matter where you go, you and your mother will always be watched over…I will always watch over you.”   Your eyes start to water over this gut-wrenching moment, just as everything went dark. 

…..

    You awoke gasping in your bed, trying desperately to reach for the people that were not longer there.  Breathing heavily placing a hand on your heart. Looking around the darkness, you can see you were still in your luxurious room at Vatican City. The moon’s light shined through the curtains of your window, forcing you to turn your head to the night sky. Now feeling wide awake, you arose from your bed and walked to it with quiet footsteps. 

   Though you couldn’t see much due to the Vatican’s walls, you still could see some of the beautiful light that came from Rome. You think about the one time you tried to snuck out to explore Rome in the dead of night. Sometimes Jinette’s guards weren’t always the brightest and you could easily sneak passed them. Of course, you were not able to fool everyone.

18 years earlier….

“And so, Beautiful Esther, being the virtuous woman, bravely stood up for her people, though she was fearful of her fate. She believed a life live no courage…is not a life at all. For the fear of God came before the fear of men.” He said by your bedside as he finished telling you biblical stories. Night had fallen and was growing later by the hour.  You watched in amazement about the brave Jewish woman that stood before death to protect her people and save her uncle, Mordecai. 

“She really did all that? Without the King even realizing she was Jewish? Even though she could have been killed?” You said while squirming in your bed, listening intently to the story of one of the bravest women of the bible. 

“Yes, she did, Piccolo Paressa.” He nodded, pleased that his young ward finally was able to sit down for a biblical story. He was glad that it was the story of Esther. Though he hoped she never had to face a horrible situation like the biblical heroin had, he hoped you would grow to be resilient and virtuous. He maybe old fashioned in the ways of the world, but he wanted his new ward to have honorable women to look up to. He wanted you to grow up to be a strong woman with good values. “She was incredibly strong and risked much to save her people. Saving them from annihilation at the hands of her own husband.” He enlightened the young French girl.

“And that Haman guy? Quelle brute absolue!” You spat out and almost wanted to punch someone for what the King’s advisor tried to do to the innocent people of Persia. All because he didn’t like the fact they were different from them. Jinette grinned at your response to his tale. He tucked her in as she continued to discuss the little bedtime story. “Glad he got what he deserved.” He didn’t like how you said that, even if you were talking about a very evil person. As he got done getting you into bed, he used his hand to get you to look him in the eye. He made sure you were intently listening before he spoke. 

“(Name), you should not be saying things like that, even if you believe their punishment was just.” He spoke lowly but still serious enough for him to get his point across.

“Why? he tried to kill thousands of innocent people because they were different from him. He was cruel and shouldn’t be alive anymore.” Jinette sighed with disappointment ever so eminent in his face.

“(Name), we must all face judgment for our wrong doings. Whether we realize it or not. Not matter how horrible or minuscule our offenses are, we all deserve fair judgement. We are not the ones allowed to offer such trial. Only one can do that.” He pointed upward with his finger, making sure you understand what he was talking about. “Yes, those who commit evil acts will have to face the final verdict, some will have to face trial while here on earth. but that doesn’t mean we live through out our lives with hearts full of vengeance. It brings us to a place full of deep despair and darkness. A life of countless moments waisted, precious time that we will never get back. Hatred…it consumes you. Makes you into something that destroys your entire self and forget your true purpose.” Earnestly he spoke as he looked down at you, little your small developing mind sink in his wise words. “This is something I don’t want for you. What Esther did…was out of justice. For love, not for revenge. God will never help those who act in hate and anger. Do you understand, my child?” He asked you, giving him a nod in return. 

“Yes, father.” You replied and Jinette arose from your side of the bed. 

“Good. Then you have a good night, Paressa.” He walked off and to his own quarters, closing the door. The room dark with only the lights from Rome peeking through the window. You smiled as you went to your wardrobe and put on your jeans and jacket. Walking to your door you watched for anyone coming down your hallway. So far it was empty, which meant it was the perfect opportunity to get out of Vatican City for a while. It had been a couple of months since you started living at the Vatican and became Cardinal Jinette’s adoptive daughter. Ever since you had arrived, you had been confined in the city walls. While yes, you had food, education,  a warm bed and shelter. Even well cared for by the old man, but your heart craved more. It yearned to venture out and see the life of the famous city. Most sane people would think that a young girl like you would be crazy to go off alone in a city like Rome. Not you, however. You were tough and resilient. 

    Ever since the day your parents died and were dropped in that God forsaken orphanage, you had fight for survival. The people at the orphanage tried to break you, with no form of success. You weren’t afraid of the people of the world; you didn’t even flinch when Jinette had told you about monsters being real. Having trust in people? That’s an entirely different story. So going out alone in a large city like Rome, didn’t scare you in the slightest.

    Scanning down the empty hall, you slowly walked through the palace. With each careful step, you waited and listened for any form of human movement before moving forward. You suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming in your direction and were getting louder. To not be detected, you hid behind one of the large, thick curtains that hid your small body. The footsteps pass and with a smirk, you slowly emerged from the curtain. You were on your way to the gate when you felt a strong hand on your arm and another covering your mouth to keep you from screaming. Instincts began to take hold, so you began to fight off your assailant. 

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I will put you over my knee.” Said the masculine, but familiar voice, making you growl in frustration. He held you closer to his larger body to restrain you from trying to get away.

“Let me go!” You muffled angerly through his hand, trying to bop his jaw with your head. 

“You scream and it won’t be me getting in trouble for being out passed their bedtime, you little gargoyle.”  Van Helsing gritted his teeth. Wanted to not be caught by Cardinal Jinette, you kept quiet and ceased your struggle with the tall hunter. Jinette sometimes stayed up late to get some extra work done, for he was busy with educating you during the day. You didn’t want him catching you for being up at this late hour, so you clammed up. “Good, now we can talk, and don’t even think about trying to bite me again.” He commanded and released you from his grasp. You jumped away from him and face the young man, with your arms front and center, pulling your fists up to your face. “Are you always this defensive, little one?” He smirked down at you. He was wearing normal street clothes, black leather jacket with black slacks and a grey sweater.  His long hair was now combed back and his face shaved. His arm folded as he watched you in amusement.

“Are you always this much of a creep? Sneaking up on little girls?” You snapped at the man in front of you, not letting your guard down for one minute. It did nothing but made the tall hunter chuckle at your attempt to fight him off. Your face all puffed up and your fists high in the air, ready to brawl with him.

“Alright, calm down. I’m not going to fight you and I am not going to turn you over to cardinal Jinette, little one. I just want to talk to you.” He softly spoke to you as a chuckle escaped from his lips. With a feeling of caution was still present in your mind, your fists lowered to your side and your back straight. “So, can I ask why you were trying to leave? Not running away, are you?”

“No!” You barked and Van Helsing placed a finger to his lips to shush you.

“Keep it down, kid. The guards will catch you if you don’t stay quiet.” He hushed to you aggressively. “Now, if you aren’t trying to run away, what are you doing?” He inquired as he started to circle around you. 

“I just…” You sighed in defeat as you explained. “I just wanted to get out for a while. I have been cooped up in this place for months and wanted to see Rome for myself. I barely got a glimpse when Jinette brought me here.” You defended your actions, not wanting any one to think that you were trying to leave for good. You loved living here and everything it has to offer. “I was going to come back. I swear!”

“Alright, alight. Clam down, kid. You don’t need get upset over this.” He reminded you as he got in front of you, looking down at your fragile form. His heart ached as he looked down at your big, (E/C) guilt-ridden eyes. He didn’t want to make you feel like he was interrogating you. Van Helsing knew that sometimes life inside these walls can get a little stuffy and he knows how protective Jinette is of you. However, you still couldn’t go out on your own, especially at night in a European city. At that moment, an idea struck him. A mischievous grin appeared on his face. “I have an idea, how about I go with you? We can get out for a little bit.” He proposed, you raised your eyebrow, looking at him like had grown a second head. 

“?Etes-vous serieux?” You gasped in French, making Van Helsing groan.

“English, little girl. I don’t know French.” Gabriel rolled his eyes at your response.

“Sorry, but why would you do that for me? You hate me!” You exclaimed loudly, folded your arms and giving him a pouting face. Van Helsing had to cover your mouth once more to keep you from shouting. 

“Honestly, do you always have to yell when you talk? You are either screaming or speaking French.” He said as he let go of your face. “To answer your question; No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you, kid.”

“Why? I bit you when we first met and tried to fight with you.” You argued with grown man, not believing that he could like you when you’re only encounter with him was when you tried to go down that tunnel.

“Well, can’t say that I appreciated you biting me. It hurt like hell.” He cursed, letting a gasp escape your mouth.

“You cursed! You’re not allowed to swear in the Lord’s house, monsieur Van Helsing!” You point your finger at him, like a mother scorning her child. He snickered at you. In his eyes, you were just too adorable.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He apologized while lifting his hands in the air defensively. “But I must be honest, kiddo. You have spirit and a lot of it. You have the guts to stand up to people bigger than you and that to me, is pretty brave.” He looked at you and watched as you look up at him in amazement. Did he really mean that? He looked out the window, he could easily see the lights of Rome and then back at you. “And with spirited people like you, sometimes they get restless. They need an outlet occasionally. You obviously want to get out and I can do that for you.” He looked back at you once more and held out his hand. “What do you say? Call it a truce and we can both go explore the city?” 

     You thought about it for moment. In your heart, you wanted to trust him. He had this aura of honesty and genuine desire of wanting to connect with you. It had been a long time since you trusted people, let alone adults. So far, Jinette and Carl had been able to connect with you and maybe a few other people. Everyone else, they just looked at you like you were a fish out of water. In their eyes, you were nothing but a street orphan who was plucked by the old man through an act of pity. There also weren’t any other children around, making it hard to connect with anyone. However, Jinette had also been teaching you about faith. Not just faith in God but having faith in people. People who deserve to be trusted, like Jinette. So maybe, placing your confidence in Van Helsing, would help you gain a new friend. Slowly, you reached out for his large hand and grasp it tightly. 

“Let’s do it, Van Helsing.”

“Good, and by the way, you can call me Gabriel.” He smiled and then he began to lead you through the halls of Vatican City, avoiding any guards that wondered the halls. You both managed to get to the underground tunnels where a lot of old-fashioned vehicles resided. You had had the opportunity to ride in some of these luxury cars, including the Mercedes that you drove in when you came here in. He led you down the large underground garage, laughing as he pulled you along. He stopped abruptly, causing you to crash into him.

“Why did you stop?” You curiously looked up at him. He looked down to you and pointed his finger down the garage, pointing at a very beautiful black 1969 Ducati Scrambler Motorcycle. You looked in wonder and excitement as you looked at the beauty in front of you. “Is this yours?”

“Yup, got her when she was a real fixer upper a few years ago. After some love and care, I restored her to her former glory, with a few modifications that is.” He bragged with a proud grin plastered on his face. The bike had two helmets on it and he walked over to grab them, handing one out to you. “Safety first.” He joked as you took the helmet and placed it on your head. He helped you strap in on properly before he got on. You followed right behind him and got on. “Hold on tight, girly girl!” He placed his own helmet on before he started the bike. The engine roared as the bike was brought to life. You held on as Gabriel kicked off the stand and then rode off his parking space and out of the already open garage door. 

   The bike rode off into the night as the both of you left the sacred city behind. The lights from the motorcycle lighting your path and soon were both in the gorgeous and historic city of Rome herself. As Van Helsing focused on the road, you marvel at the beautiful architecture and stunning lights that made city look so magical and unreal. The two of you stopped at few places, along the way. Patheon, the Rome Colosseum, and St. Peter’s Basilica. All places where he could take you that were open at this late hour, promising one day that he would take you on a tour during the day. The next stop you made was the Trevi Fountain. You both stood in the at the fountain and then a shiny, silver coin appeared in front of you. 

“Make a wish, (Name).”  He suggested as he hand you the coin. You hold the coin to your chest and closed your eyes to make a wish. When you open your eyes, you tossed the coin as far as you could, landing in the water. “So, what did you wish for?” He poked at you, as you stared at him in disbelief. 

“You know I can’t tell you that! Otherwise, it won’t come true!” You giggled while he ruffled your hair. “Hey! Not my hair!” You squealed as Van Helsing grabbed you and then nuzzled your head with his fist, throwing you into a fit of laughter. You were finally having fun, for the first time in a long time.

….

    You smiled as you think back to your first real connection with Gabriel. Instead of him turning you over for trying to sneak out of Vatican City, he went with you. It wasn’t just that one time either. Once a week at least, when Gabriel wasn’t on a hunt, he would take you out on his bike. He had to get special permission to take you out from Jinette. Turns out, he wasn’t as angry about you sneaking out as you thought. Sometimes it was for lunch, others for gelato or on a tour at one of the museums. You still manage to leave at night with him. As long as you were with Van Helsing, you were safe. The two of you grew closer to one another as the months progressed. 

   Thinking back, it was a rather foolish idea to be trying to go out on your own. And only being eleven years old, at that. Of course, you had been homeless for a year, so the fear of being out alone didn’t bother you. Having to defend yourself as best you could. 

Being lost in thought, you hardly noticed your phone going off. You looked to your bedside table and reached for it. You could see Sam’s name and picture appear on the screen. You swiped up and placed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You answer and could a breath of relief from the other line.

“Thank God, (Name)! Are you okay? I’m at Jody’s right now and she told me that you left and didn’t tell you her where you were going. She said you left in a hurry and only told her it’s an emergency! Where are you?! I have been trying to get a hold of you for days!”  Sam panicked on the phone, and you shushed him, stopping him from his frantic tirade.

“Sam, calm down!” You ordered him and he goes silent. “If you just let me explain where I have been and what I have been doing, I will tell you.” He breath could be hard over the phone, showing that he was trying to calm his heart rate. You were too tired to deal with this.

“Okay fine, go ahead.” He pressed while he heard you expound on your where abouts. 

“I’m in Rome right now.” You told him honestly.

“Rome?! As in Italy?!” He yelled as you could hear the shock in his voice.

“Yeah, I have been in Italy for the past two days.” You began to explain.

“Why are you there?” He asked while you stared out in the dark sky. You really didn’t know what to tell Sam. For years, you had kept your life in the Order a secret from the boys. While you did tell them you were from France and raised by a priest, the rest of your story was a little more…fabricated.

    You never told them that you were trained by that same priest and one of his best hunters. Why? Because the more people that know about the Order, the harder it would be to keep from corrupt governments and organizations. The Order had been around for almost two thousand years and had stood strong against the tests of time, mainly due to it’s resilient secrecy. When every hunter reaches the final stages of their training, they are sworn hold the oath to never tell outsiders about the Order. People were just not ready to know the truth of what goes on in the dark. However, you can’t leave Sam in the dark completely. You had told him some truth as too what is going on. 

“I’m going on a hunt, I was told an old friend had gone missing and I need to start looking for him. For all I know, he could be dead or hurt.” You explained as you sat on your bed, looking out the window. 

“Right, I get it.” He lowly whispered, indicating that he understood why you left. Your mind now coming back to the other situation that had led you to leaving the bunker.

“How is he, Sam? Did he get…”

“No, he still hasn’t gotten the mark off …and he’s getting worse. Charlie’s death really took a toll on him, (Name).” He sadly admitted, making your chest tighten with remorse and regret hearing Charlie’s name being spoken. “He killed all the Stynes just a few days ago and even nearly killed Cass. He was all bloody and beaten when Rowena and I found him. Dean did a real number on him before he left.”  He said, just now making you want to cry just hearing what happened. What was happening to your Dean? “There is another thing…Dean…he killed a kid.” 

“What?” You said as a tear came down onto your cheek. You had a very strong soft spot for kids and so did Dean. Which is one of the things that made you fall in love with him. It was his most endearing quality. Now, to hear that he killed a kid had broken you in a way that made you just keel over. 

“He was one of the Stynes, but he wanted to leave his family. He seemed like a good kid from what Cass had described. Dean shot him dead along with the other Stynes that broke into our bunker. He didn’t even give him a chance to defend himself or speak.” Sam sounded so defeated and sad, it made your heart ache with pain. While you can’t fathom feeling sorry for any of the Stynes deaths, you do feel for this poor boy that Dean killed. It could not have been easy growing up in a family like the Stynes. If you were in that boy’s shoes, you would have wanted to get out as soon as you could. The real Dean Winchester would not have killed him. He would have done everything he could to help that kid. What could have been his salvation, became his demise. A tragic ending to a life full of potential and redemption. 

“(Name), are you still there?” Sam snapped you out of your haze. You composed yourself before answering him.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry I can't be there.” You told him apologetically, wishing there was more you could do for the younger Winchester, and his brother. Despite everything Dean did, you still loved him. 

“It’s okay, (Name). I understand why you don’t want to be here right now. I will find a way to get him back, I always do.”  Sam spoke with much determination. You know he’s right. Sam and Dean would go to the ends of the earth to save each other. Even dying for one another to do it. “You should focus on finding your friend, (Name). Don’t worry about Dean for now.” He assured you softly, trying to ease your mind after giving you the tragic news of what Dean had done. “And get some sleep, It must still be late over there.”

“Thanks Sam, I love you, you know.” You said with a somewhat cracking voice, your heart raced as you expressed your feelings to him.

“I love you, too. Get some rest, okay? See you later.”  Sam before he hung up. It was then you let the tears fall and covered your face as you sobbed fiercely. Your body hunched over trying as hard as you could to keep quiet and not to wake anyone. You cried for a good ten minutes before lying down in your bed and pulling the covers over you. The tears didn’t stop falling from your face. With all the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, you highly doubt you will get a restful night’s sleep. You turned to the window again, and looked at the moon, full and bright like a star. Your mind still thinking mostly about what Dean had done since you had left. You wonded if things would have been different if you hadn’t lied to him and Charlie would still be alive. You honestly don’t think he would ever forgive you. Truthfully, you don’t think you would forgive yourself for this either. 

“This is all my fault.” 

….

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French translation

“Quelle brute absolue!”: “what an absolute brute!”

“?Etes-vous serieux?” : “Are you serious?”

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Dracula / Mary Dracula 2000 (2000 film)

Dracula 2000 was some of the freshest vampire material out there at the time. Dracula turns out to be Judas Iscariot, betrayer of Christ and Mary is the daughter of Abraham Van Helsing, the man sworn to keep Dracula from ever roaming the Earth again. I loved the dynamic because of how they were connected through his blood. That kind of thing has always fascinated me.

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Fandom: Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: R.M. Renfield & Abraham Van Helsing Characters: R.M. Renfield, Abraham Van Helsing Additional Tags: Missing Scene, October 1, Guilt, Doubt, Silence, Missed Connections, Canon-Typical Ableism, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Canon-typical mentions of blood drinking, Canon-typical mentions of bug and small mammal eating, Ambiguous potential consequences Summary:

Mrs. Harker is here, and here she will remain, and here is Renfield, and here he must remain, and here He will come and be let in the same as last night. To try and change the first and second, Renfield has done all that is in his power. And the third…

His thoughts are interrupted when the door opens.

It is not time for an attendant, so it must be Dr. Seward, on one of his capricious rounds. But, no. This afternoon, it is Van Helsing, the man of so many accomplishments he defies titles, who enters.

Or

Van Helsing remembers Renfield. Renfield has no patience for this realization.

Writing Dracula fanfiction now too. Yeet!

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Hello:) so i don't know if your still doing request but if not thats alright.) So I was wondering if you could do, Van helsing 2004 Dracula's bride's *Aleera Verona and Mariska with a fem reader poly relationship*, and how would they comfort there mate when they accidentally make her upset about something they said. 💗💚💛

Poly!Wives Accidentally Upsetting Their Fem!Mate HCs

Poly!Wives x Fem!Reader

TW: slight angst, slight arguments and fighting, happy ending

When They Accidentally Upset You

The wives would be absolutely loving and extremely protective over their mate, they fret over you constantly. Despite that, misunderstandings tend to occur.

The only time they would ever be “mean” towards you would be if you happened to bother them at the wrong time when they were already upset about something else.

While your relationship with them is essentially perfect. Recently, however, you were starting to believe that you were the problem.

It started off with Aleera.

Aleera is the most affectionate of the wives, however, she has the most fiery temper.

This tends to happen whenever she's upset with the other wives, especially Verona.

Do not engage with her whenever she's like this, you might end up in the cross-fire. It is better to wait for her to calm down and come to you.

You happened to walk in when they were both arguing, hissing at each other with venomous words about a feeding that almost went haywire. 

Marishka was simply standing there, watching them argue with a distant look in her eyes. 

After a little while, Marishka was the first to leave the room, shaking her head as she did. You only continued to watch the argument and jump in to help resolve the issue. 

However, when Aleera had enough, she rushed away with teary-eyes and being the caring mate that you were you wanted to comfort her since she seemed the most affected. 

When you finally found her, she was pacing with tears streaming down her face with haunting sobs that seemed to echo throughout the castle. 

“Aleera...” You muttered, attempting to rush over and bring her into your arms. The action only resulting in her ripping herself away and hissing loudly. The action brought a slight twinge of fear within you. 

“Leave me be!” She practically hissed in your face, her eyes glowing a fluorescent lavender. “I do not wish to see the likes of you!”

Trying not to upset her more, you ran off to find Verona. The sting of her words seemed to replay on a loop in order to torment you. You have never seen her react like that towards you.

When you finally found Verona, you hesitated to even speak to her given how you were treated by Aleera

Verona is known to be the more mature one between the brides, hopefully speaking to her would be able to settle your nerves.

You were definitely wrong about that.

Verona has a tendency to vent about her troubles with the other wives and while you wanted to comfort her, it was difficult when she wouldn’t listen to what you had to say. 

Verona was tenacious, and whenever she firmly believed something, it was difficult to change her mind or see the other side.

She’s not afraid to speak out on something she disagrees with, but right now it seemed like everything you said in order to comfort her were entirely wrong and unhelpful. 

“I’m sure she meant nothing by it, Verona.” You uttered, watching her as she continued angrily muttering to herself. “

“She hardly listens to me!” She remarked in return. “She’s nothing more than a little brat.” 

“Just give it some time. She has done well by you, you should be happy that she’s even alright.” You replied.

She sighed, shaking her head. “I’ve given her all the time we could possibly have. Find Marishka, maybe you can be of use to her.” She rolled her eyes. 

The initial string from earlier only grew as you could only nod and leave the room, clutching your aching heart as you went to find Marishka.

Whenever there is conflict within the relationship, Marishka likes to keep to herself and allow the conflict to resolve itself, if she’s not already involved. 

This was a previous problem and you never had to chance to discuss that her seemingly lack of caring what happens in the relationship involving arguments, makes you feel wary. 

When you finally found her, she was in the courtyard of the castle, sitting on one of the stone benches and watching the night sky.

You felt a little relief, hoping that speaking with Marishka will bring some resolution in order for the conflict to settle. 

She turned towards you as you took your own spot next to her and gave her a small smile. However, she didn’t return it and only looked away. 

You sighed before beginning the conversation. “They’re still very upset with each other.”

“I noticed.” She replied, “They never learn and I grow tired of watching them spray venom at each other.”

“It shouldn’t be happening like this.” You remarked, gently. “I understand Aleera made a mistake but we should be grateful that she’s okay. Arguing won’t help.”

“I’ve spent centuries trying exactly what you’re doing. Let them continue acting this way, my dear.” 

“If I try harder, maybe they will!” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand, trying to make her at least look at you. “Marishka, please.”

She sighed, snatching her hand away and giving you a small glare. “Why must you try so hard? Clearly it doesn’t work and it isn’t helping anyone!” 

After that, the sting you were feeling in your heart started to feel more like a burning sensation. After spending hours trying to bring everyone together, it seemed like you did nothing but make things worse for everyone. 

You sniffled, which made Marishka turn towards you with slightly widened eyes. “I’m going to retire early, goodnight.” You quickly stood, feeling the tears falling as you rushed inside the castle. 

When They Comfort You

It has been a few nights since the incident and you did everything you could to avoid your mates. It was extremely hard given the intense bond you had with them but you needed time to yourself.

Since Marishka was the last person you have spoken with and witnessed you being close to tears, she was the first one to mention this to the others. 

Verona and Aleera’s worriedness from not seeing you for a while only escalated and they needed to figure out what they should do. 

Verona and Aleera’s argument from nights before were on the last of their minds as they worked together with Marishka to find you and understand what made you so upset that you refused to see them.

You sniffled, trying to brush away the tears that continued streaming down your face as you sat in front of your vanity. 

It has been a few nights since you have seen your mates and you were extremely upset that your absence wasn’t even remotely noticed by them. It felt like a slap in the face and confirming your inner thoughts that you truly weren’t needed in the relationship. 

Suddenly, the slightest creaking noise broke you out from your inner turmoil as the temperature of your room decreased significantly. You turned towards the sound, only seeing your three mates standing there, faces contorted in concern and worriedness. Taking a slight glance towards the window confirmed that they broke in through the window in order to see you. 

“Darling..." Verona muttered softly, taking a few steps towards you while Marishka grasped her arm, following along.

Aleera could only stare, having the distinct feeling that she may have been the one to cause this mess.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, brushing away your remaining tears as you stood a little straighter in your chair.

"We were so worried for you, my love." Marisha replied, "What's the matter?"

You shook your head and turned away. "It's of no importance."

Aleera took this moment to step up with her fellow brides. "Anything involving you is of importance, my love. Please, speak with us."

Taking a moment, you finally nodded before motioning towards the bed, bringing yourself to sit in the middle while your mates happily followed. They surrounded you and cuddled against you, stroking and touching your hair and arms in a sense of comfort.

"Tell us, darling." Verona requested, lighting tugging on a strand of your hair which brought a small smile on your face for a split second.

You have spent the time discussing with them everything that happened after the argument between Verona and Aleera.

The ways in which you felt that you were a useless asset to the relationship and how they made you feel like you were unhelpful and useless.

After finding out what was wrong and how they made you feel, they were extremely upset with themselves and apologized immediately.

The talk the four of you had lasted for hours but it brought a lot of rekindling within your relationship with them and each other.

After that moment, Aleera was more patient, Verona was more open to the others' opinions and Marishla was more involved with making sure the relationship went more smoothly.

Furthermore, the brides were extremely much more affectionate to make up for how they treated you that day and you were forever grateful that discussion brought about good changes within the relationship.

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MASTERLIST

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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

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Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III, Rogue & Syndicate )

• Aesthetics - Evie Frye , Jacob Frye , Henry Green , Jacob + Evie , Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

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Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

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Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

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Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳♡

summary - after sam falls into the pit, dean leaves you for another, and you end up being attacked by demons, leading you to your future husband.

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[bluecatwriter]

Some Droughtcula Reading

Want to have some fics to read during Droughtcula? Here are some of mine that cover the past week!

Brandy, Bath, and Bedtime: A couple days after Lucy's second death, Arthur confesses some Feelings™ to Quincey (rated Teen).

A Pale Orphan: On October 2nd, Renfield and Mina have a conversation (rated Teen).

Renfield's Death: Renfield's last moments, through Arthur's point of view (rated Teen).

Renfield Wins: An AU where Renfield gets the victory he deserves (rated Teen).

Safe for One More Moment: An extended retelling of Mina's assault, through her eyes (rated Mature).

When You Have Read Those Papers, Chapter 3: The evening of October 3rd, Jonathan encourages Mina to read of his vow to follow her into the darkness should she become a vampire (rated Teen).

It Was Good: Arthur and Quincey share some intimacy (rated Explicit). (This is a slightly different canon than the previous Arthur/Quincey fics here.)

#my writing #ao3fic #dracula daily #re: dracula #dracula fanfiction #dracula (novel) #mina harker #jonathan harker #r.m. renfield #abraham van helsing #jack seward #quincey morris #arthur holmwood #morwood #jonmina #dracula #count dracula

[c455idy]

A vampire Baptiste and Van Helsing Cassidy fic to get into the halloween spirit

#ao3 #overwatch #ow #overwatch fanfiction #fanfic #baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #vampire baptiste #cole cassidy #van helsing cassidy #bapssidy #halloween