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Imagine: Hector Angst/Fluff

You laid silently in bed with Hector, all snuggled up to him. The fire crackled and popped, a warm glow filling the room. It was rather cold that November night, so you both could do with all the warmth possible. Your fingers stroked up and down his chest slowly, making little drawings in the fabric of his shirt. Hector held your waist securely, his thumb running across your bare skin beneath your top.

He was beautiful. You stared at him, studied him. His facial features were sharp, yet soft in the golden glow. His eyes, and how they sparkled behind his thick lashes. And his lips, the lips you’ve kissed hundreds of times by now, how plush they were to the touch. You could stay there and stare at him all day, and sometimes, that’s exactly what you did. He’d work in his shop, and there you’d sit, watching him, his face focused, his fingers moving carefully and diligently.

“Do you ever regret being with me?”

You snapped out of it, blinking a few times. “What?” Your brows furrowed.

Hector laid on his back, eyes studying the ceiling as he didn’t dare to look at you. They looked tired, as beautiful as they were, yet sad and tired at the same time. The Forgemaster always looked tired, but this, this was different. This was a defeated look in his eyes.

“You could have anyone. You’re strong, and beautiful, have a heart of gold. You’ve made such a difference in this world….” His voice was soft as it trailed off, and he swallowed. “I am merely a weak man who fiddles with corpses in a lab.”

“Hector….” His words stung, like a jab to the heart. Where was this coming from? Why did he think so lowly of himself? “Please, look at me.” You turned his face towards yours, shaking your head. “Why do you think such a thing?”

He looked you in the eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Because….” He thought for a moment, “because you deserve someone so much better.”

You narrowed your eyes. “But why? I don’t want anyone better. There isn’t anyone better than you.” You sat up in bed. “Hector, I fought and fought to get to you, you are all I ever wanted. Why do you carry such guilt that you aren’t good enough for me?” It was Hector’s turn to sit up in bed. He was quiet for a moment, collecting his thoughts, trying to think of a good answer. “I love you,” you grabbed his face, fingers lacing through his hair. “I loved you then and I love you now. Nothing will ever change that.”

His gaze was soft, brows turned down with his lips parted to speak. But then, merely a small sob escaped his lips, tears filling his eyes. “I just get so scared that I won’t ever be enough for you.” His hands came up to cover his eyes. This wasn’t like Hector, to be this vulnerable, this emotional. This has been bottling up for a while now. “You are the best thing to ever happen in my life, and I am so terrified that I’ll mess up—that I won’t be the man that you deserve.” His body racked with sobs, soft, exhausted sobs.

Your arms wrapped around him tight, holding Hector to your chest as he clung to you. “Hector…” you pleaded, running your hand through his hand, then rubbing his back. It broke your heart to watch the man you’re so in love with just crumble out of the blue. How long had this been weighing on his shoulders? Why hadn’t he brought these feelings up earlier? There were many questions that you wanted answers to, but perhaps it was best that you’d ask them later. For now, all you could do was comfort Hector. “You are enough,” you whispered into his ear, “you’re more than enough. You are perfect. You will forever remain that way in my eyes.” Your hands reached up and wiped his face of any tears. Hector rested his tired head in your palms, staring at you. “I love you.” You kissed his lips quickly. “I’m so in love with you.” You kissed him again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. And I will say it till it’s stuck in that thick skull of yours.” Kissing him over and over, pulling him down against you, refusing to let him go.

Hector kept his lips on yours for a few moments, then pushed his face into your neck, his arms trapping you against him, not that you minded at all. He peppered your skin with soft kisses, sniffling quietly, his eyes growing heavy as they began to close while you stroked his head.

“I love you.”

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Imagine: Alucard Smut (Pt2)

ALERT: MORE SUB ALUCARD

You would assume that since Alucard was your partner, he used his teeth a lot in the bedroom

You’d think that he’d nibble on you or gnaw on your skin during a session of ✨hot love making✨

When in reality, he close to never used his teeth.

It’s not that he disliked using his teeth, and it wasn’t like you disliked it either, it was just something that you both were indifferent about

People were always so quick to assume that pretty boy loved using his chompers every chance he could

“Of course he does, he’s a fuckin vampire for Christ’s sake~” says the blasted Belmont after his 7th, and final shot

Little did anyone know, it was you who did most of the biting

When you both had a second to be alone, you’d run your lips up his neck with your hand between his legs, kneading him with your palm through his trousers.

“How’s my good boy doing today so far?”

His body melts before you every single time. Alucard would grab your hip, cheeks reddened as he bucked into your hand.

“G-Good!” He’d stutter out.

After a few moments of teasing, you’d always leave him blue-balled yearning for more. It drove him fucking insane.

But he knew you’d always make up for it later that night

He’d lay in the bed, all sprawled out for you, and God did he look ethereal.

Porcelain skin, beauitful locks of hair, golden eyes that pierced your soul as he stared up at you all needy.

You wanted to eat him up. Every. Single. Time.

You’d suck hickeys into his hot neck and chest, redecorating his skin as the old love bites began to fade out.

Biting it gently, sucking on the places that made his heart flutter and the moans roll off his tongue like butter.

You’d pin his arms up as your canines ran across his jugular, making Alucard gasp.

Perhaps it was because you couldn’t do a lot of damage that made it so exciting to him.

He could seriously hurt you with his fangs if he bit down in the wrong place. But you, you being human and all, it took a lot of pressure to make a serious dent like that.

That’s what was so exciting about it tho.

How far were you willing to go?

You’d spread his legs as you kissed and sucked and licked and big down his chest, down his torso to his pelvis, where you’d decorate his inner thighs.

You looked up at him the whole time.

The hazy look of need and lust in his eyes.

The love that he had for you was indescribable.

His hand would find your hair, running his fingers through it gently.

You’d bite down harder, make him whine

“A-Ah! Fuck….”

His face would be bright red, a small amount of sweat beginning to collect on his brow line

And when you’d finally lick that stripe up his cock from balls to tip

God his fucking legs would shake, pelvis thrusting up.

You’d take that perfect phallus into your mouth and suck. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue on the underside of his shaft

Alucard’s hand would be guiding you on him, lightly bucking his hips into your mouth.

Oh the moans, one after the other.

“Fuck you feel so good….”

“Oh please keep going….”

“Don’t stop….”

Your nails would sink into his legs as you wrap your arms around them, holding them in place.

You fucking loved this man.

And this was only the beginning of the night.

Been a long time coming but here all of you thirsty motherfuckers go, more Alucard smut! I have another idea in mind I’ll write and post shortly, and I am most definitely not going to be holding back! Enjoy!💕💕

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Imagine telling people ur gonna make more Alucard smut and then dropping off the face of the earth for 3-4 months. Couldn’t be me🙄✋🏻

Ps I’m really sorry I worked all summer and had to take classes too I’m doing my best. I’ll get back into it as soon as I can ;-;

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Imagine: Alucard Smut

Okay so like this man is very hot

Nono

He’s ✨hawt✨

Everything about him made you drool

His personality, his looks, his skills with a sword

His golden eyes as they stay on yours the whole time while you’re between his legs

His breathy moans and blushes when your lips travel up and down his inner thighs, kissing him or marking him up

His long fingers when they intertwined in your hair, his hips and thighs twitching with approval

Alucard was shy about nearly everything

He didn’t know how to ask for things so he’d just go days pent up till you took the initiative

He’s starting to learn to speak up tho

Like when you guys were resting in the study in front of the fireplace, enjoying the night after dinner

His head fell on your shoulder and he yawned, his hand now resting on your knee and face turned to your neck

You could feel his breath on you while his fingers moved up your leg, squeezing it

And his teeth…..how they gently scraped along your hot skin, the way he whined beneath his breath in a needy manner

It was so hard to concentrate on what you were reading

You didn’t know if this was his way of cuddling or if he wanted something more

“I….I want you….” He’d whisper, almost shamefully

You’d tense up at his voice, your legs pressing together as your cheeks flushed red.

“Oh do you now?” You’d tease, shifting a bit so you could give him a look.

That lovesick boy would pull back tho, assuming he had offended you in some way or you simply weren’t in the mood.

“My apologies, perhaps I should’ve considered if you wanted to, ya’know, but—“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him against you, pressing your lips onto his as his hands immediately found your face, cupping it

You teased him, sliding your tongue against his lip, and when he gasped, you took the opportunity to slide it into his mouth

He moaned at the gesture, hands moving down on the ruffles of your clothes, pulling at them in a needy manner.

You climbed onto his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs, kissing up and down his neck

Then slowly, you rut your hips down against him

You could feel the heat of his bulge in his trousers press against your own warmth, draping your arms around his shoulders while lightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh Y/n….” Alucard whispered, hands on your hips, moving himself beneath you, eyes fluttering closed as it just felt so fucking good to even be this close to your body

Alucard was gonna be the death of you one day, you just knew it

This is inevitably going to become a series, you’re welcome😌also don’t forget to like, comment and reblog, it really helps me out a lot!

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Imagine: The Aftermath

It was finally over. Or at least the Tepes Siblings hoped.

Their father was no more.

The pain was no more.

The violence was no more.

After the horrific ordeal, Sypha and Trevor decided it was best that they leave. There was a whole world filled with demons and monsters, and no one else was going to defeat them beside themselves.

They all said their goodbyes.

Alucard’s sister offered them a few bottles of wine that remained untouched as a farewell gift.

She definitely knew she was the better of the two Tepes siblings in Belmont’s eyes now.

“Take care of yourselves, alright?” Sypha hugged them both.

“You guys as well. Please, if you’re ever near, come visit, yeah?” The dhampir girl squeezed the magician’s hands tightly.

“We will, promise,” Trevor climbed onto the cart, giving her a fond smile. “Well, maybe. If there’s more wine—OOF!” Sypha shoved his side with her elbow. “What?” He grumbled, rubbing his side.

And the two were off. It was just Alucard and his sister now. Quietly, the both slipped back into the castle, shutting the doors behind them.

It was such an odd feeling his sister had. You would think she’d feel at peace now. Finally, her and her brother could rest, for however long may that be, she wasn’t sure, but regardless, there was a sense of calmness in the air.

So why did she feel only worse now?

Her eyes scanned across the castle, taking in the damage that was caused. They’d have a lot of cleaning up to do, but that could wait.

“Sister?—“

“I’m tired,” she cut Alucard off, climbing the stairs at a slow pace. She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to listen. She didn’t want to do anything. “I think I’ll retire to my room.”

“Okay…” his voice was soft, but understanding. He didn’t follow after his sister, he knew how she felt. Emptiness. It was thick in the home.

It had felt empty when Dracula was alive

But this

This was so much worse.

For weeks, Dracula’s daughter remained in her room. She hadn’t eaten, she hadn’t spoken to Alucard, she hadn’t done anything. Alucard would come in to check on her, whether it be because he made food or just out of brotherly worry, but she’d just brush him off, tell him she wasn’t hungry or she wanted to be by herself.

She hated the way she was treating him. She felt she should be there for him as he was trying to do the same for her.

She just felt….nothing.

She’d lay in her bed every night, tossing and turning, the guilt like venom surging through her body. One one hand, if her father had lived, millions would’ve died. And on the other, if her father died, she’d have to live with the fact that she killed him for the rest of her days.

Why must everything in their lives end in tragedy. Why couldn’t they have a normal family, a loving one where no tragedy struck at any moment. A life where she could enjoy every single day carelessly.

One day, she finally managed to pull herself out of bed and out of her room.

She finally cleaned herself as she quite literally smelt like death, brushed through all the knots in her black hair.

She hates to admit it, but it felt so good to sit in the warm water. It almost felt like a hug.

She sat in there for about two hours before climbing out and changing into new clothes.

She walked down the halls, her eyes studying the art that hung on the walls. She’s seen those paintings a million times, but looking at them now felt so different. This castle, it didn’t feel like her home anymore. She felt like she was intruding, intruding on what she couldn’t quite place it.

Up and down floors, in and out of rooms. She felt so out of place each time she stepped in one. Higher and higher she went, till finally, she neared her father’s study.

Her heart tightened in her chest, her anxiety growing by the second. Could she really face that room ever again? The very room where she exchanged horrid words with her father.

“Betrayer.”

“Lies!”

“You walked out of this castle and turned your back on your own father!” 

“You were never there!”

She didn’t think she could do it. But her feet told her otherwise as she got closer.

There, a faint sobbing could be heard from the inside.

Alucard?

Yes, it was him. Hunched over in their father’s chair, crying into his hands.

It was such a painful sight to see. Her heart shattered, just like it had many times before.

And to see her own brother, torn from the inside out as she watched him crumble.

She hugged the doorframe, tears gathering in her own eyes. She hadn’t felt in weeks, hasn’t cried, hasn’t smiled or laughed or just felt at all.

She softly hiccuped, and Alucard abruptly stopped his crying.

He looked at her and she looked at him. Silence between the siblings, the feeling of their worlds falling apart mutual. But in that moment, even through all the despair and destruction, they still had each other.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alucard—“ she choked his name out, stumbling over to him. There, he caught her, sinking onto his knees as they crumbled to the floor.

Clutching the shirt on his back, she let out the most painful, heart wrenching scream she could.

Alucard shook against her, hugging her tightly as he cried.

Both were hysterical in their own ways. His cries were tame but hard, but his sister—oh, one scream after the other, the most painful sound Alucard has ever truly heard.

Their faces were drenched with tears, bodies pressed together so tightly you would think they’d merge into one at some point.

All this heart ache has been bottled up for seemingly forever. Her mother’s death, her father’s, the abandonment issues, she pain, the suffering. All of it. She tried to be so strong, so so strong for herself and for Alucard, but she couldn’t keep up with it any longer.

He tried to calm his sister, but he found it near impossible, he could barely calm himself. He brushed through her hair, rocking her back and forth.

“I’m here….” He croaked, “I’m here…”

She continued to wail, her body jumping as she tried to catch her breath, her head becoming dizzy.

“I’m so sorry.” Her voice was hoarse, she was barely able to form any words as her lungs and throat burned like an internal fire.

“I’m so so sorry Alucard.”

The Tepes siblings welcomed misery with open arms, just as their father had when his beloved wife took her last breath.

Ah, don’t you just love some more angst? I do! Maybe I’ll add a bit more to this but I wanted to make a little quickie since I haven’t posted in a while! Like, comment and reblog!❤️❤️

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Bruno’s Daughter

Author: In my most recent post, I made a headcanon based around my OC Antonella finding Bruno (her dad) with Mirabel in Antonio’s room

TW: Angst, daddy issues, a lot of that stuff

After the shit show dinner and proposal that night, Antonella needed a break from her hectic family. She retired to her room, deciding to organize her bookshelves to calm her nerves down. Mirabel tried explaining to her before that something was up with the encanto, but....was that really true? She’ll admit, she’s felt different the whole day like something was off. 

No, it wasn’t a cold, she didn’t have a fever or feel sick. 

And her powers....they were all out of whack during dinner. She couldn’t see her Abuelo at the table. She couldn’t even feel his presence. He was always there, every single night. But that night, something was wrong. She could barely feel any presence of the other spirits in her room. What was causing this to happen?

Suddenly glass shattered next to her, causing her to jump. The book Antonella pulled out accidentally knocked over one of her orbs, causing it to shatter into a gazillion pieces. 

“Dios Mio!” She groaned, leaning down to pick up the shards. Making spirit orbs was already difficult for her to do, and it was her favorite one too. “I can’t seem to catch a break, can I casita?” She mumbled beneath her breath. There was a squeak. Antonella turned her head to see a small rat perched up on a shelf, sniffing around before looking at her with the most curious expression it could muster. “What are you doing here little one? Shouldn’t you be in Antonio’s room?” It cocked it’s head to the side. She smiled softly. “Here, I’ll bring you back.” Antonella held out her hands and the baby rat climbed into her palms. How in the world did it get so far from Antonio’s room? His room is all the way down the hall. Hmm, must’ve slipped out by accident and lost its way. Antonella knocked and opened the door. It’s not like her cousin was gonna hear her anyways. “Tonito? I found one of your animals--” She stopped dead in her tracks. A gust of green sand swirled around on top of the tree, the winds ferociously whipping around. “Antonio? Are you there? Hello?” She called out, pushing past the wind and holding the rat to her chest tightly. What was that thing? What was happening? She pinned herself against the tree so she didn’t blow away once she got close enough. 

“ISABELA?!” Mirabel shrieked. Mirabel? What in the world?

It all stopped, the currents in the wind vanishing along with the sand turning back to normal falling back to the ground, ya’know, where sand should be. Antonella tried to quietly calm the baby rat that slipped out of her hands and climbed up the tree, frightened. “It’s okay, shh, shh, everything is alright--” 

“Oh your sister, that’s great!” 

That voice. She knows that voice. Looking past the tree, lo and behold, it was him. It was her papá. It was Bruno Madrigal. Mirabel growled in anger, scrunching up her hands while Bruno was holding up a green glass slab. Antonella came out of the shadows, disbelief in her green eyes. Her heart began to race, her stomach instantly growing sick. 

“Papa?”

Both Mirabel and Bruno turned their heads, eyes wide. Oh….shit. He stared at his daughter, swallowing hard. “Uh…hey?” He waved at her, Mirabel looking back between the two with fear on her face. 

“Nella, look, I know this looks bad, b-but Tio Bruno, he’s trying to help the familia! He showed me how to save the family and casita and the encanto!” Mirabel rambled on nervously, trying to explain to her cousin what she just saw. Antonella wasn’t listening though, her mind grew fuzzy with a million thoughts. “Once everything is fixed things will go back to normal and Luisa will have her powers back and our home will be okay and yeah I have to make up with Isabela to do that and that sorta sucks but we’re all gonna be alright!” Mirabel grabbed her hand, then wiped a tear that began to roll down her face. She didn’t even realize she started to cry. “Antonella…you….okay?” 

She finally took her eyes off Bruno and looked at Mirabel. “I…I…” she stepped back, shaking her head and biting down on her trembling bottom lip. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” She turned quickly and ran down the tree, trying to wipe her eyes in case someone saw her. 

“Antonella!”

“Antonella please! Wait!” Bruno called after her. 

Mirabel and Bruno called after her but she refused to look back. She ran out of Antonio’s room and down the hall back to her own, slamming the door shut. How dare he just come back! Now?! Now he wants to come back?! She wasn’t even mad at Mirabel for this, how could she be? She’s just trying to help the family. Not long after, her door opened and closed shut once again. 

“Antonella, I-I can explain!” Bruno followed after her as she ignored his pleads. He twisted and turned between bookshelves which seemed endless. He had forgotten how big her room was, lit with candles everywhere you looked, glowing orbs floating in the air, giant dream catchers hanging from oblivion that you could sit on while admiring the pink and blue clouds and waterfalls that fleshed out into a huge river. Just like the rest of her family, her room was unique. Bruno rushed up the marble stairs that led to her bed which floated on clouds. “Anton--”

“WHAT?!” She zipped around, tears now streaming down her angered face. Her dad jumped back, almost frightened. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

“I just want to talk,” he spoke softly. 

“About what? What do you want to talk about?” She tried to make her tone sharp and stern, but it was impossible right now. “Actually, I can think of something,” Antonella laughed, stepping closer. “How about we talk about you leaving me! Hm?” 

Bruno’s face saddened, looking up at her. “I didn’t want to leave you--”

“That’s such a lie! You just got up and left without even caring!” Her room shook as her voice echoed throughout it. “You didn’t even say goodbye!” She wrapped her arms around herself, her body shaking as she looked away. “How do you think I felt when I couldn’t find you? I was eight years old! I looked everywhere for you and you weren’t there….” Antonella began to cry harder. “You weren’t there, and now you show up and try to fix things like that’s gonna help?” She shook her head, finally finding the courage to look at her papá. “You left me…just like mom did.” 

That broke Bruno’s heart. He never thought his daughter looked at him like that. He thought he was doing a good thing, protecting his familia and most importantly his daughter. He didn’t want her to grow up with a father who made bad things happen and everyone hated her for it, she didn’t deserve that, and with Mirabel’s prophecy it…

It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. 

“Nella--”

“No.” Antonella cut him off. “No you aren’t allowed to use that nickname. My family is.” 

“Mija…I am your family,” Bruno tried wrapping his arms around his daughter, attempting to console her. Antonella nearly let him too, before stepping out of his grip.

“No you’re not. You barely even know me.” She pushed him back, attempting to dry her tears for the second time and failing once again. “So go! Leave! I’m fine on my own!”

“Amor--!” 

“I don’t need you! I never needed you!” 

It felt like his throat began to close up, his anxiety building higher and higher. Bruno didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to make things better. Wasn’t that his job as a father? To pick her up when she fell down? To remind her that she’s brave and beautiful when she feels bad about herself? To be there for her as a shoulder to cry on and lean against when she couldn’t hold herself up? 

“Just get out of my life! It’s not like you were there for most of it anyways!” 

Silence. There was nothing but silence. They stared at one another, father and daughter, in agonizing silence. Bruno sucked in a breath, his eyes glazing over with tears and nodding his head. “I’ll go…” He backed away and turned his back on her. He looked like he was going to say something more, but decided not to, descending down the steps. Antonella watched her father leave, just like he had ten years ago, until she couldn’t see him anymore.

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My Encanto Oc!

I figured I’d hop on the Encanto train because the movie was absolutely amazing! So here is my OC! The picture above is a stand in for my character right now but this is what I’d very roughly say what she looks like.

Antonella Madrigal

Age: 18

Birthday: June 21st

Gift: talks to the dead (didn’t realize so many people used this gift until scrolling on tumblr lmfao guess I’m part of a trend now)

Description: Antonella was granted with the gift of being table to talk to the dead. When she was given her gift, her family and the town grew a bit wary of her, unsure of what her gift exactly entailed. Antonella was actually quite afraid of her powers herself, fearing the undead and trembling at the thought of being haunted her whole life. Fortunately, this wasn’t the case at all. As she grew older, Antonella has been able to speak and see those who’ve passed on. She connects with them and helps souls who are lost find their way to the next stage. She goes around town, putting the minds of those who’ve lost a family member or friends at ease, reassuring them that their loved ones are always with them and are there to protect them. If a bad omen can be detected, she’ll bring her incense and spirit book with her and cleanse any negative energy she can feel.

Facts about Antonella

* She is Bruno’s only child. (I know I know another one of these)

* Her mom ran off when she was only a few months old

* Oof ✨mommy issues✨

* She’s the fourth oldest of Alma’s grandchildren

* Her nickname is Nella.

* Her favorite food is postre de natas.

* She’s quite close with her whole family, surprisingly enough as she is Bruno’s child.

* She enjoys scheming with her cousin Camilo, going around and causing trouble and playing pranks on the family (specifically on Agustin and Felix)

* Before Antonio’s ceremony, him, Antonella and Mirabel would spend time together in the nursery and make each other giggle. Now that he has his gift, she goes into his room to chill out and cuddle with all the animals.

* She understands Mirabel when it comes to being the black sheep of the family to a degree, her father is Bruno after all. She gives her cousin advice when she’s feeling down and helps her feel better about herself.

* Dolores and Antonella enjoy taking long walks together around town, giggling on about Mariano and the other cute guys they see.

* Antonella likes following Luisa around and chatting while she does her heavy lifting, cracking jokes and helping out the best she could, even though she’s not insanely strong like her older cousin.

* Isabela and Antonella don’t always see eye to eye every second and probably hang out together the least, but they do love each other very much, even if they get on each other’s nerves.

* The adults basically all took care of Antonella since her father left. They all pitched in and helped raise her and loved her unconditionally when her Papá wasn’t there to.

* She always helped Julieta in the kitchen, she enjoyed cooking with her and learning different recipes.

* She loves spending time with her Tia Pepa. When Pepa is anxious, she lets her niece brush through her hair and braid it over and over again, it really helps her calm down. Antonella also helps her tia by showing her ways to meditate and calm her nerves.

* Felix and Antonella really bond over music and different kinds

* Just like the rest of the family, Abuela is very strict on her granddaughter. Alma doesn’t exactly understand her gift, you could say she’s even a bit weirded out by it, but whatever her gift may be, she’ll make sure Antonella uses it to the best of her ability.

* The greatest advantage she has with her gift is being able to talk to her Abuelo Pedro.

* She first noticed him when she opened her door during her ceremony. He was standing behind Alma and Bruno with a proud smile on his face.

* He holds a very special place in her heart. She could be heard having long, endless talks with him when you pass her door.

* She likes to ask him about what it was like back then when he was young or about abuela when she was a little less intense, if that’s the right word.

* To the familia, Nella was a good luck charm and the strongest connection they could ever have to Abuelo Pedro.

* She sets out a plate for Pedro at the end of the table every day.

* The family still tend to get a bit creeped out when they see her talking by herself, but know that it’s just Abuelo with her.

* Can “raise the dead”

* Well not actually

* But she can summon spirits

* Alma has never actually admitted it, but she believes her granddaughter has the most special gift of all for clear bias reasons

* Bruno disappeared when she was 8

* BAM NOW ✨daddy issues✨

* She has trust issues clearly

* And of course abandonment issues too

* Her biggest fear is her family leaving her

* She enjoys making her cousins laugh with jokes

* She can be very introverted at times

* Sometimes she doesn’t come out of her room for a few days because she needs a break from her familia and the dead

* That is a lot of people after all

* Her gift sorta has a switch, she can turn it on and off as she pleases

* Her tios and tias check up on her every now and then to see how she’s doing.

* Abuela tries but sorta has trouble connecting with her granddaughter

* Days that she misses breakfast, lunch or dinner, her cousins bring her plates of food so she doesn’t go without eating.

* Sometimes she just needs her Abuelo’s presence with her to feel calm and relaxed

* Agustin may not have a gift but he’s certainly one of the best father figures she has

* He’s just really good at being supportive

* Antonella appreciates everything her family does for her

* She eventually comes out of her room and is as good as new

* She can be the life of the party as well!

* She love love loves music

* She’s really likes dancing and singing!

* When the adults aren’t home, Nella and her cousins throw dance parties, singing and laughing while they dance around casita

* One time the adults came back and caught them red handed

* They ended up joining in on the fun of course

* Antonella, Mirabel and Camilo have the best dance moves in the family

* Felix and Pepa are pretty good themselves

* Agustin….tries

* She discovered Bruno with Mirabel when she went to see Antonio in his room

* This didn’t go the greatest to say the least

* Actually it kinda went super bad

* It ended up with Antonella screaming at Bruno in her room

* Kindaaa told him to get out of her life since he hasn’t been there for most of it anyways

* Oopsies

* That shit kinda hurted both of them not gonna lie

* She didn’t talk to anyone else for the rest of the time until Casita came crashing down

* Was devastated when she couldn’t talk to Abuelo anymore

* When Mirabel and Abuela came back with Bruno she sorta had an emotional breakdown and just kinda fell into his arms

* That night when Casita came back to life they had a very, very long talk

* They talked about their ✨feelings✨

* A lot more tears and apologies

* It would take time, but Bruno is ready to truly be a father again and not just watch his daughter from behind the walls

* Antonella is just glad that she has her papá back

* When her gift was restored she realizes she’s able to show people physical embodiments of those who passed on (if that makes sense)

* That means if she concentrates her family is able to actually see Abuelo

* Abuela comes to her room sometimes to speak with him

* So does her tias and papa

* As well as the rest of her family of course

* Once in a while Alma, Antonella and Abuelo sit outside and watch the sunset

* Her and Mirabel help Bruno put on his famous telenovelas for the family

That’s all for now, if I can think of any more I’ll definitely add to this or create little shorts based on the head cannons in this post! I hope you enjoyed reading and getting to know my character!

#encanto #encanto movie #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #of course Bruno Madrigal #bruno madrigal #pedro madrigal #own character #feelings #some angst

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My thoughts on the Encanto movie/fandom

THIS IS LITERALLY MY THIRD TIME I TRIED TO WRITE THIS CUZ EVERY TIME I WOULD I’D ACCIDENTALLY REFRESH AND I WAS 5 BEAUTIFUL PARAGRAPHS IN AND I DIDN’T SAVE AND NOW I WANNA KILL MYSELF LMFAOO I’M SO SAD IT WAS BETTER THAN ANY ESSAY I’VE DONE FOR HIGH SCHOOL OR COLLEGE

WELL

LET’S START AGAIN I SUPPOSE

To begin, I believe Encanto is a beautiful movie. There are so many likable characters and the soundtrack is awesome. Not to mention the beautiful colors and story behind it is very inspiring to those who feel lost or like they don’t belong anywhere. I think Encanto also gives tons of representation to the Hispanic community, specifically Colombian. Between the music, food, clothing and traditions, it gives insight to the culture that is surrounded around the movie. I also believe that the fandom is a safe outlet for those who don’t think they culturally belong anywhere. Just like Raya and the Last Dragon, it introduces the viewers to different parts of a culture, aside from the fictional events that happen. Before watching Encanto I had no clue what arepas con queso was and now knowing exactly what it is, I’ve thought about possibly making them myself, or at least going somewhere where they’re served. 

Alongside that, I also believe that the fandom is a safe place for poc who enjoy cosplay. In the past, there have been millions of people who’ve cosplayed a character that wasn’t their ethnicity or race and have gotten shit on for it. An example I can think of is the tv show Sailor Moon (idk if it’s more than a show I’ve never seen it). I’ve seen tons of awesome cosplays from African American men and women, and though there is an abundance of positivity, you always find the handful of comments that say “(character) isn’t black”, “why are you cosplaying them even though you’re black,” or “you don’t look like (character)”. Well no shit Sherlock, of course they don’t look like the character. But if they like the show and they like a character they want to dress up as, why are you hating on them? What fuels the need to stop them from wanting to dress up as a character they really like? These characters are fictional and take place in a fictional world based around a fictional plot. None of it is real. Another example I can think of is literally any white character to come out of Disney, like Cinderella or Rapunzel. But back to my point, I think it’s amazing that poc finally feel like they can take part in dressing up and cosplaying either Mirabel or Bruno because people won’t drag them through the dirt for it. There’s so many people who stopped cosplaying because they were bullied for their race, ethnicity, and even gender not matching the character. 

With that said, this doesn’t go for anyone. I think yes, you should be able to dress up as a character that you like, but if their culture is heavily implied in the show, movie or book, it’s not okay to do that. Take Pocahontas or Native Americans, their culture is made into a joke when people dress up in costumes or headwear or put markings on their body and face and don’t really know the meanings behind them. This statement is directed to those who are mostly Caucasian. There is a very thin line between cultural appropriation and being culturally ignorant/racist. Black face is not okay whatsoever, putting on grass skirts and leis and shouting words that you’ve learned and pretending to be an islander is not okay. I believe that yes, if you educate yourself correctly and genuinely want to learn then it’s okay to partake in certain ways. This isn’t meant as hate on anyone, I try to choose my words carefully because I never want to offend or come off as gatekeeping a culture that isn’t mine. I love all races, genders, ethnicities and religions and I think each one should be shared to those who aren’t educated or want to learn more, but there’s a certain point where there should be boundaries. I hope that made sense to someone. 

One little thing that I'd like to bring up that I really liked about Encanto is how it acknowledges mental health and its awareness. We are given quite a handful of characters who deal with anxiety, doubt, or having to deal with pressure such as Isabela, Luisa, Pepa, Bruno and of course Mirabel. I’d even include Abuela into that group, as it’s shown that she’s had to deal with the trauma of losing her husband and having to care for three children, as well as running a big family all on her own. The movie not only acknowledges how trauma and difficult events affect someone physically, but also mentally and emotionally. Encanto shines light onto the different perspectives of individual characters and how they grow, learn and overcome it and I think that’s super important.  

Now onto things that I absolutely despise about the fandom. Please for the love of God stop sexualizing the characters. And if you’re going to sexualize the characters, at least sexualize the ones who are adults like Bruno or Isabela. Even thinking about sexualizing Isabela makes me uncomfortable, but she is an adult, just like Dolores and Luisa. Dolores and Isabela are both in their early 20′s and Luisa is around 19-20 years old, making her a legal adult. I’m not gonna sit here and be a hypocrite and say that Isabela and Bruno aren’t attractive, because they are. They’re both very attractive characters but they’re also adults. This in no way is the same for Mirabel or Camilo. If you’re younger than 17 years old (though I think that’s even pushing it) and like them, then yeah that’s fine, but if you’re in your 20′s and 30′s and find Camilo to be sexy or hot, you’re disgusting. Stop. Just stop. You can’t go anywhere on social media now without finding sexually implied stories or art about the two, more so Camilo, and I believe that ruins the experience for a lot of people and makes them uncomfortable. Bruno is an awesome character and has there been a fantasy or two of him that I’ve had, yes there has, but I also feel like just sexualizing the character in general takes the whole message away from what Encanto really is and the message it’s trying to convey. 

(I’d also like to point out that I’m nowhere near perfect either. I’ve sexualized characters myself and have made sexual fanfics about them (they’re all adults). If you scroll past the post above and this post, you can find a handful of smut that I’ve made. I just want you to know that you shouldn’t feel ashamed, I guess? Cuz we’ve all done it in the end, and I’ll probably continue to do it as well, just like everyone else. Just stop sexualizing the minors. Even if this little add on seems hypocritical to what I said above, I guess I just wanted to put this in and get some more thoughts out).

Another reason I personally despise the fandom is because people put the characters into the categories of lgbtqia. I know someone is gonna read this and say, “oh well you’re being homophobic or transphobic,” when really, I’m not. We don’t know the sexualities of every single character, though I think it’s self-explanatory with the parents, abuela and Dolores, but who are we to even assume they're fully straight? I think it’s cool to create head cannons or stories of our own about Bruno, Isabela, etc, but to a degree. So many people are genuinely convinced that Isabela is a lesbian because she didn’t want to marry Mariano, but we were never given the reason that she didn’t like men. In the movie it simply explains that she just didn’t want to. I think it’d be amazing if she was as it would be super progressive for Disney like in the most recent years and for Hispanic culture in general, where a lot of people still believe that a sexuality other than heterosexuality is wrong, but unfortunately we don’t know her like that as a character. Like I said before, it’s totally cool to make up head cannons or ideas that Isabela is lesbian, or Bruno is ace or gay, but that isn’t a reality, or has yet to be reality if it is covered in the future. I believe that yes, even though the world has become more and more progressive every day, sticking these characters in categories and labels because it makes you feel included in your own right can be a bit regressive too. 

On a positive note, I love how creative everyone in this community is. Between the stories and the art, I think it’s absolutely awesome. It’s so cool to see where people take these characters and what kind of scenarios they put them in, alongside the own characters they create and the gifts they give them. I for one have created a few characters of my own and hope to share them with the Encanto community soon just like everyone else has!

Overall, these were just my thoughts on the movie and the fandom and even though they’re just opinions, I think it’s good to have a safe space like here to share them, even though many may argue that it is (honestly me too sometimes). If you’d like to add to my thoughts or give some thoughts of your own, by all means please do so! If I said anything that came off as hypocritical or mean or rude in any way I apologize, those are never my intentions. Like I said before, I love you no matter where you came from, what religion you practice if any at all or what you identify as. I think it’s amazing that a wonderful movie like Encanto has been able to bring so many talented and amazing people together to share with one another. Cheers!

Edited: I was on tumblr today and came across various posts about the things I was talking about in my post, like the sexualities of the characters, sexualizing the characters and the mental disorders they have, and in the comments I’ve seen tons of heated arguments about them. I don’t want to make my post out to be like a boxing ring for everyone to argue in, and thankfully it hasn’t yet. Just know on my end that yes, I have my opinions, but you also have yours. I may not agree what you think about a character and vice versa, but I don’t see the reason why to get so angry about it. I say do whatever makes you happy, write the fics you want to write and make the art you want to do, I just think sexualizing minors is super-duper wrong, even if they are fictional characters 

#encanto #encanto movie #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #sorry this is very long

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alucard getting a villager's attention? like he wants to be her s/o? (prior to lisa's death)

A/N: Awww, this is too cute! I also started plotting out a long-form version of this answer, which I will be sure to post and then link it back to here once it’s finished.

Alucard Getting A Villager’s Attention

Let’s be honest, it’s not hard for one of the most beautiful men in the world (the Alucard Tepes) to get people’s attention. He’s tall, with gorgeous blond hair, and mysterious golden eyes. This means this challenge for him wouldn’t be getting his crush to notice him, but for him to engage with his crush long-term- something that goes beyond fleeting glances.

He would either need to have an excuse to approach her and strike up a conversation or she would need to approach him. Prior to becoming Alucard, Adrian seemed very reserved and introverted. He probably wasn’t one for huge social gatherings such as festivals or taverns/pubs. For this reason, I think he’d use his crush’s occupation or her family’s occupation as a way to introduce himself to her.

He’d offer to run errands for his mother and father, taking every opportunity to speak to her, and compliment them. If they were a baker, he’d compliment her baked goods, maybe even explain some chemistry he’s picked up about over the years. If she was a blacksmith or came from a blacksmithing family, he’d commission all sorts of things: hooks, belts, pliers, blades- anything and everything he could think of just to get the chance to see her. Adrian would compliment them on the craftsmanship of each item, laying on thick but very sincere praise. If she was a dressmaker or seamstress, he’d commission gorgeous coats and blouses. (That sleek jacket of his didn’t magically make itself!) He’d be sure to wear whatever they made around town, proudly telling everyone who inquired about his clothing that she made it.

But if Adrian didn’t have any cover to use when introducing himself, I’m not sure he’d be so forward as to approach his crush directly. No, they’d probably have to catch him staring or find him attractive themselves. Maybe his crush was a patient of his mother’s, and she first saw him when she was at the Tepes household seeking treatment. There she encounters Adrian. Perhaps he’s just busying himself with a book, or perhaps he’s in and out of the main room- whatever it is, it’s enough to catch his crush’s attention and prompt her to not only introduce themselves but extend her friendship to him. (His mother is probably beaming inside the whole time and Adrian has never been happier that half-vampires couldn't blush.)

Once they establish the fact that they’re friends, Adrian makes sure to dial up the charm. He’s incredibly smart and strong, super-humanly so. Despite being quiet and introverted, he thinks very highly of himself. Once he feels confident in their friendship, he probably lets his smug side out. He’s somewhat of a know-it-all and thinks that the best way to someone’s heart is to impress them so much it leaves their head spinning- so that’s what he does.

He dazzles her with his intelligence and strength. If she’s open to science and astronomy, he shows her his mother’s study and lab. He reads her books about far-off places. He recites poetry in foreign languages.

Once they decide to make their courtship official, Alucard would shower her with a bunch of little presents, a bouquet here, a necklace there. Things to keep reminding her how he feels.

The two of them are perfectly happy together, and all things look well.

At least… for a little while.

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Ahahaaaaaa so now I’m back down to 38 followers idk how that happened🤪🥲

Edit: I know they’re just followers but like idk it’s kind of discouraging when you’ve worked hard to come up with ideas and put a lot of effort into short stories. I’ll keep posting tho whenever I can and working hard to give people the content they’d like! ❤️❤️

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I finally have 100 followers🥳🥳🥳thank you so much for the support you guys give just by liking my work, it really means a lot🥺🥺I love you all💕💕

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Imagine: Being with Alucard

This man right here

Yes him

He’s like the love of your life

No matter how chaotic things got you two have always been there for each other

And now here you were, building a village with him

You had everything you wanted; a home, a family, a bed to sleep in everyday, a growing community you could always rely on

And Alucard. You had Alucard.

Mornings you woke up before him, you couldn’t help but watch him sleep

Not in a creepy way of course

But just watch, noticing how peaceful and happy he looked, the way his hair laid across his face.

You knew you were beyond lucky

And he’d wake up. His golden eyes would flutter open and he’d look at you, his cheeks a rosy pink with a small tired smile on his lips

“Good morning sweetheart~” Alucard would mumble quietly, and your hand would reach out to cup his cheek, brushing his hair out of the way.

“Good morning~” you’d press a kiss against his forehead while Alucard’s arms brought you in closer, pulling you close to his chest and not letting go for a bit

You loved those mornings when you both could take your time getting out of bed, when there wasn’t a huge mission or monster you had to defeat

The castle was always so very busy, villagers going in and out, collecting resources from the woods or lakes, training in self defense, grabbing a plate to eat from the kitchen, etc etc

When you and Alucard made your way outside, the sight always made your heart flutter

People getting along, children running around and giggling, everyone helping one another

Aaaand then there was Trevor and Sypha, bickering near the wood supply, which was a daily occurrence (the bickering, not the bickering near the wood supply).

“The wood has to be stacked up evenly or it’s all gonna fall down~” Sypha would sigh as she swaddled baby Simon on her hip.

Trevor rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know how to stack wood—oh look, the little lovebirds are up, go critique how they stack their wood~” he’d gesture over to you and Alucard.

“Oh Trevor Belmont, you’re gonna get it I swear~”

Even though the two had a little one to take care of now, Sypha and Belmont always found the time to hang with you guys.

You guys would gather around the table in the kitchen, joking and giggling over scotch or wine, whatever you guys felt like having that night

Greta often joined these gatherings when she wasn’t patrolling or when she had gotten back from trading with another village

It was always nice to just sit back and relax, not think of much but appreciate every minute that past with the ones you loved

Eventually you’d all retreat to your rooms during the wee hours of the night.

 Trevor, a drunken mess, was guided up the stairs by his wife and Greta, who both cursed beneath their breaths how heavy he was.

You and Alucard, both a little buzzed, would make your way up to your quarters of the castle. 

Of course the two of you wouldn’t quite make it there though

You’d stop Alucard in his tracks, pressing him against the wall and kissing him, your fingers tangled up in his hair while your hips pressed along his

He’d shudder, nails scratching at the shirt on your back, kissing you in return and running his tongue along your lips. 

“Y-Y/n, perhaps we should...a-ah!” the dhampir would gasp out as your mouth made its way down his neck and collarbones, one hand on his waist as the other held Alucard’s thigh on your hip. 

When it came to sex or situations like these, Adrian never really had a preference as to whether he was on the top or bottom, he loved both and usually just followed your lead. 

“We should what?” You’d growl against his cold skin, dragging your teeth along his jugular. 

“W-We should continue this in the bedroom, it’s only down the hall—!” He’d yelp out as you bit down on his shoulder, but not hard enough to draw blood. He loved when you were handsy and dominant, it made Alucard simply melt. 

“What? Afraid someone’s going to hear us?” You tease as your fingers danced across his crotch, making him tense up. “Maybe I want them too”

You slid down onto your knees, your long fingers fiddling around with his trousers

Alucard’s head went fuzzy while he stared down at you with lust filled eyes, a ringing in his ears

Fuck....you were so hot

The way you pulled his already hard member out and ran your tongue against his tip, sliding it up and down the underside of his shaft....

He bit down on his finger to stop himself from moaning, his hand coming down and resting on the back of your head as you draped his left leg over your shoulder.

“Fuck, Y/n--mmf!” His head fell back, his pretty, long blonde locks falling over his chest and shoulders as it rose and fell quickly.

You took him deeply into your mouth, letting his thick head rub at your throat, bobbing your head up and down and soaking his member with your saliva

Alucard’s cheeks were bright red while he squirmed against the wall, his hips twitched and bucked with need, sliding his shaft in and out of your mouth, nails scratching at your scalp. 

His legs were shaking now, your hand sliding up and down his stomach and chest, your warm fingers pressing against his sensitive nipples and making the poor dhampir whine out. Fuck, you loved every single sound.

 Your hand went up his leg as you sucked him off and grabbed his backside roughly, your tongue sliding around the base of his cock.

Oh god those eyes, he couldn’t stop staring at your eyes—

 That tipped him over the edge, Alucard’s muscles tensed up and his hips pushed forward, you felt him come undone in your mouth as a strangled moan escaped from his throat.

You slowed down till you stopped and pulled back, wiping your lips of any *ahem* liquids

Alucard, unable to stand any longer, slid down the wall and sat on the ground in front of you, a panting, very flushed mess with a dazed look in his eyes. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, brushing a hand against his cheek, smiling quite contently 

Ah yes, he’d get back at you for this eventually, you knew he would, but for now, he just grabbed at your face and kissed you with all the passion and energy he could muster up.

Aha, this was suppose to be fluff but it turned into smut, oopsies, I thought it was pretty good thooooo. I hope you all enjoyed, like, comment and reblog babes🥰🥰

#castlevania smut #alucard smut #castlevania alucard #castlevania sypha #castlevania trevor #greta castlevania #castlevania netflix #alucard tepes #ooo la la

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Imagine: Dracula’s daughter

She had always been a daddy’s girl, that was certain. Since she was an infant she was attached to him by the hip, always followed him around the castle, always found him fascinating. Of course she loved her mother and Alucard as well. Days her father was busy she’d stay in her mother’s laboratory, watching Lisa mix medicines and asking questions.

“What is this?” she’d ask, barely able to look over the table. Her mother would only laugh and pick her up, sitting her down on the smooth slab of her work space. 

“This is a new medicine I’m working on. It will help sick people become strong and healthy, just like you!” Lisa would poke her daughter’s tummy and the little dhampir girl would squirm in a fit of giggles. She loved her mother, she looked up to her.

Her and her brother always found things to do around the castle, painting and writing poetry, playing tag or hide and seek, which Alucard always won for some odd reason. 

“You cheated!” she whined, crossing her arms. 

“I did not!” Alucard stuck his tongue out at his sister. “I’m just older and faster than you!”

“By a minute! You are older by a minute!” 

And at the end of the day, the young dhampir would always find herself in her father’s study, reading a book beside him or begging him to read to her. She’d always end up falling asleep in his lap and he’d carry her to bed, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight. He loved her, he loved his little girl with all his undead heart. Of course there was Lisa, the love of his life, and he did love his children equally, but she always had a special place in his heart.

As the years went on, the girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She had long, onyx locks like her father and a sharp tongue like her mother. She was snarky and always had something to say, but she was kind and she was loving, and she had such a big heart full of passion and wonder. She wanted to help others just like her mother, often visited houses of the ones who Lisa was close to and aided her mother if she needed it. Alucard and her loved to duel one another, and she made sure she always won. They picked on each other and instigated but it was all out of great fun. The princess took long walks with her father at night and he told her about his new discoveries between vampires and humans, and her being her, was always fascinated and wanted to know more. 

Like Alucard and her mother, she had the privilege of stepping out into sunlight without a problem. She grew her fangs in before her brother when she was a small infant, which to this day she enjoys hanging over his head. She was tall and strong, and very fast, as well as very skilled with a sword. She had long nails she could extend and retract and could turn into animals, making it easier to stalk her prey at night. 

Everything was....perfect, you might say. Her life was perfect, sure she lacked friends but she had a wonderful home and a loving family that she could depend on. 

That all changed after that horrific night in 1475. When Lisa Tepes was killed everything crumbled to dust. The love in the castle had disappeared, it was so cold and dark and stunk of misery. 

She grew strained from her father once Alucard had left home. She didn’t want him to go and he didn’t want to leave her, but they both knew it was for the best. 

In a year, it was almost like two complete strangers shared a home. Dracula made no effort to connect with his daughter as he was so caught up with damning the whole world to hell, and in that time his daughter pushed him away. She barely spoke with him, didn’t even attempt to at this point. He was so angry, so angry with the world and with everyone in it. Lisa wouldn’t have wanted this, her children knew that. Their mother was a part of the human race, mortality ran through the children’s blood. They were a part of them, and their father wanted to burn them all. 

She grew angrier and angrier with her father as the dreadful days passed on. He let these other vampires into their home and they did whatever they wanted! And what did he do, wallow away into nothing in his library, sitting in front of the fireplace every single day! Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic! 

One day, she had enough. Dracula’s daughter couldn’t stand a single day more in that castle, enraged with her father she planned to leave. She considered leaving without telling him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, with a satchel over her shoulder holding her most valuable things, she walked into her father’s library. The back of his chair was to her, and yes, he stared into his fireplace like he always had. 

“I’m leaving.” she spoke up, gripping the strap of her bag. Nothing, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t even move a muscle in his seat. His daughter only sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek as she turned away. “Goodbye, father.”

Part of her never wanted to see him ever again. Part of her wanted nothing more to do with her father, but she knew deep down their paths would cross again, and she’d end up in that castle once more. 

She was alone, really alone this time, she had no one to turn to, she kept her distance from strangers and if they gave her trouble she’d risk the danger and bear her fangs, making them all run away in fear. The one night, one fateful night, she had run into her brother and two others who accompanied him. She was running through the woods as night creatures attacked, she’d slaughtered as many as she could, but they were closing in on her. In that moment she felt powerless till three beings came out of the thick woods and ended the monsters’ rampage.

“Alucard?” she whispered, leaning herself against a tree, holding her side which bled a concerningly amount. 

He gasped, his eyes widened with shock as he looked at his dear sister. “Sister?”

“You have a sister?” The strange woman spoke up in her thick accent. 

“Oh god, not another one of you....” A tall dark haired man grumbled, slapping his hand over his face. 

Alucard’s sister ran over to him and threw her arms around him as hard as she could. She couldn’t believe it. She had so many questions. How was he here? Why wasn’t he underground like he said he’d be? Who were these people? 

Overtime, these questions were answered. The woman was a speaker, her name was Sypha, and that other oaf of a man was a Belmont, Trevor Belmont, a vampire’s sworn enemy. She thought they died off years ago, but never mind that. Her brother had woken from his year of slumber when the two of them accidentally found him (more so Trevor than Sypha) and asked if he’d help them in their quest.

“We’re going to the castle...” Alucard spoke softly. His sister sat across from him, staring quietly into the fire they had made. She wasn’t stupid, she could put the puzzle pieces together. They were going there to end Dracula’s terror for once and for all. Her heart broke, just like it had before. She had to come to terms with killing their father, it was such a painful thing to imagine but...if that meant millions and millions of people would survive, then so be it. 

“It just hurts, ya’know? I mean, how could anyone go through with the idea of murdering their father?”

“He’s not our father, not anymore at least.”

Alucard was right, she hated to admit it. That monster conducting all of this genocide wasn’t their father. Their father was loving and caring, and this man....wasn’t any of that. The king of darkness was blinded by a rage and there was no looking back. Their father died when Lisa Tepes took her last breath. 

One by one, she slit the throats of dozens. Striking her sword through vampire soldiers, beheading the generals who held councils in her very home, the ones who practically took her home away from her. Was it truly still her home, she couldn’t tell, all she knew it as now was Vlad Dracula’s hideout, nothing more. She would get her revenge on every last one of them, her fists driving through their chests and yanking out their still beating hearts, crushing them in her palms. How dare they mock her home as if it were their own little sanctuary. How dare they. 

“Alucard--you, Belmont and Sypha fight off those night creatures! I’m going to find our father!” She yelled as she climbed the steps. 

Alucard impaled a night creature “Be careful! He’ll hurt you!” 

But she was already down the hall and up the steps to her father’s library. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind. The guilt of it all, having to go through an act that would be considered unspeakable under God’s law. Half vampire or not, she knew she’d be damned to hell in the end. 

She took in a few breaths before peeking in. Her father, to her surprise, was not slumped in his chair but standing, he grabbed one of his forgemasters, Isaac, and threw him through his mirror. Isaac let out a scream and the mirror broke into pieces, falling on the ground. 

“Father.” She spoke, walking into the room. Dracula tensed up, turning his body towards the door, bearing his fangs. 

“My child, the betrayer.”

Her chest tightened, eyes wide. Betrayer? He thinks she betrayed him?

“I did no such thing.” 

“Lies!” He snapped, his eyes blood red. “You walked out of this castle and turned your back on your own father!” 

“Well you had already turned your back on me!” She screamed at him. “You didn’t try to make me stay! You didn’t even attempt to!”

“I knew what side you were on from the beginning. You were a lost cause.” Dracula’s voice was cold and harsh. 

Tears sprouted at the corner of her eyes. “How could you even say that?! You act like you were the only one who lost someone!” 

Dracula turned away from his daughter, seething with anger. 

“You weren’t there! You were never there! All you’ve done was cause havoc!” 

“I did it all for her!” Dracula roared, whipping around and towering his large body over hers. 

“And look where that got you!” She bellowed back at him, eyes now blood red as tears streamed down her face. “Look where that got you. You pushed Alucard away, you pushed me away. Mother would never--” Her body was thrown across the room and she hit the bookshelf, falling to the ground. She wheezed out, coughing out blood. He struck her. He...struck her. Her vision was foggy, but she could make out her father standing on the other side of the room. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t, her body didn’t let her. Again she tried, but she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t had blood in such a long time, she’s grown too weak. Why she didn’t consider that going into this mess she doesn’t know, but it was a stupid mistake. Suddenly her world went dark, and she laid unconscious on the ground. 

It wasn’t too long till she had woken up from her spot, her father no longer in the library. She could hear screaming from above her. She gasped, getting up as quick as she could and stumbling over herself. Alucard. 

She ran and ran, going up another floor, and then another. The dhampir suddenly collided with Sypha and Belmont. 

“You’re alright!” Sypha exclaimed. 

“Where is he!? Where is Alucard?!”

“Upstairs, with Dracula!” 

Her vampire senses tingled. His room. They were in Alucard’s old room. She bolted up the floors and down the hall. They were screaming, things were being shattered, she could feel the whole castle shake beneath her feet. 

Alucard was thrown against the wall, their father closing in on him, ready to finish the job. 

“ENOUGH!” His sister shrieked at the top of her lungs, stepping in between them.  Her father stopped in his tracks. 

There she stood, sword in both hands, pointing the tip against her own chest. 

“What--What are you doing?!” Dracula bellowed. 

Alucard shook his head, fear in his eyes. “No, don’t do it!” 

“I’d rather kill myself than live in this world with you, you monster!” 

With that, somehow Dracula had come to his senses. The night filled the room, the moonlight shining in through the window. Dracula gasped, his eyes no longer flaming with hatred, but filled with sadness. His daughter kept the sword where it was and she began to cry, hard, endless tears rushing down her pale face. 

“Look what you’ve done father...” She sobbed, hands trembling. 

Dracula stared at her, then at her brother, then finally his hands. “What am I doing? I....” he choked on his words. “My children, my son and daughter. I’m killing them Lisa. I’m killing our children.” He walked over to a painting that hung on the wall. It was of all of them; Dracula and Lisa, both holding their bundles of joy. He looked at his children again and truly realized how much hurt he’s caused them. How much pain he’s caused his daughter. She mourned in their home, alone, while he selfishly sought out revenge. “My daughter would rather end her life than live in a world with her father.” he looked at her, tears now running from his eyes, “These are the walls we raised them in, loved them unconditionally. These are the walls we painted, the toys we made for our son. I’m so sorry....I....what have I done?” Dracula walked over to her and took the sword out of her hands, pointing it’s sharp tip against his own chest and placing it back in her hands. 

“Your greatest gifts to me, and I’m killing them.”

Alucard got up and stood next to his sister, placing his hands around hers. He wouldn’t let her do this alone. 

“I must already be dead...”

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought she was going to throw up. “I love you....” the girl managed to get out in a strangled cry, looking her father in the eyes. She could see it in his pleading eyes, silently begging them to put an end to his misery, to theirs and the world’s. In those quiet moments, he hoped she knew how much he truly loved her. How special she really was. 

She shut her eyes tightly for a second as her and her brother drew her sword into her father’s chest. He groaned in pain, blood spilling out of his mouth as more coppery tears spilled out of his eyes. 

She would forever be his little girl. 

WOOOOH that was a long one! I told ya’ll I’d write some sad shit. Ok I’m gonna go cry myself to sleep now, like, comment and reblog!🥳🥳

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Guys I just read a sad Dracula x daughter oneshot and now I’m in my feels and gotta write some sad shit now😔✊🏻

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Chapter 1: He is Not Guilty

“I sentence you to death!” I heard Praetor Vlastomil boom.

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. No. No this can’t be. I pushed through the crowds, calling my brother’s name.

“Matteo! Matteo!” I shoved people out of my way, trying to get as close as possible to the gates. I have to do something, I have to do something. “Matteo!”

“Miss you cannot go any further!” A guard barked at me. I managed to get in front of the crowd, the guard was so tall that I could barely see past his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of Matteo, he kneeled in front of the court with his wrists chained up behind his back, his head hung low as he knew this was the end of it all. But I couldn’t let that happen.

“That is my brother! I demand I see my brother!” I attempted to shove the guard out of my way but he wouldn’t budge. There. I saw an opening under his arm. With all my might I slammed my foot down on his and when he stumbled I took my chance to rush past him. Into the coliseum I went, running as fast as my legs could take me. “Matteo!” The crowds gasped, I could feel hundreds of eyes staring down at me, some people gasped, some people murmured to one another, I could practically hear their whispers ringing in my head.

“Diana?” My brother lifted his head as I fell onto my knees, grasping him in my arms. He leaned weakly into my touch, his head resting on my shoulder, he stunk of the holding cellar, sweat beating down on his broken body as the sun cooked him alive.

“It’s not true! It can’t be true!”

“What is this nonsense? Who is this woman?” Vlastomil screeched in his shrill voice.

Procurator Volta perked up. “Perhaps it is his lover? Oh! Get on with this already, I don’t care, I am starving!”

“This is unjust! My brother brought no such plague to Vesuvia!” I yelled up towards the court. Countess Nadia wouldn’t have let this happened if she wasn’t away on business, she wouldn’t let an innocent man take the blame for this sickness. But that joke of a man we must call our Count, that shameful, waste of existence called Lucio is the one to blame! “Where is the proof? How were such lies ignited and spread like a wild fire while there is no proof? I demand answers!” I stood, still holding Matteo close as he leaned against my leg for support.

“This man was caught conspiring against the Count! He threatened to murder him and had hoped that the plague had taken him first!”

“You would hope such things too when you work for such an awful man!” I shrieked. “My brother slaves away at the palace night and day, on call for every little thing Count Lucio demands! So what my brother made empty threats, that does not mean he is at fault for this plague!”

The court wore grim faces, especially the Count. Lucio scowled down at me like some bratty child, his lip curled up in disgust. Vlastomil slammed his bony hands down and stood from his seat. “Enough of this none sense! Take her away! On with the hanging! Punishment will endure where punishment is necessary! On with it! On with it I say!”

“No! NO!” I cling to my brother for dear life, shaking my head. “No! He is not guilty! He is not guilty!” The crowds grew louder with confusion, my mind going blank.

“Diana, it’s okay, everything is okay,” Matteo tried to force a smile but there was no point, he knew he had already lost his battle. “You are so strong. You will be okay.”

“Matteo don’t say that, I’m not going to let you die—TAKE YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME!” Two pairs of arms grabbed mine and tried to pull me back. I tried to fight them off, tightening my grip on my brother, but two other guards came up from behind him and yanked him back as well. I wasn’t strong enough, I felt my grip slipping. “MATTEO! NO! HE’S NOT GUILTY! HE’S NOT GUILTY!” I sobbed hysterically as I was finally pried off of him. He was pulled down onto his stomach, grimacing with pain as he mumbled a weak “I love you”. Tears clouded my vision and in that instant I made sure he knew I loved him too. I thrashed around, kicking and screaming till my vocal cords snapped, wailing at the top of my lungs while I was carried off. “HE IS NOT GUILTY! FUCK YOU! YOU’RE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH! I HOPE YOU ALL BURN IN HELL!” My eyes burned into the Count’s, burned with hatred and revenge for letting such an injustice act carry out. “MY BROTHER IS NOT GUILTY! MATTEO! HE IS NOT GUILTY!” I squirmed out of the guards arms but they were relentless, grabbing me by the wrists and dragging me back, the ground scraping up my knees and causing them to bleed all over my dress. “HE IS NOT GUILTY!”

Author: Heyo! Here’s a little sneak peak to my new The Arcana story I will be working on. I hope you guys liked it! Updates may or may not be regular, don’t hold me to it, but I hope you enjoyed!🤗🤗

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